[ days are like seconds, fleeting and fast, but every one spent at night raven college seemed longer than most. one day, it might be two seconds. the next day? three. the faces that he believed were unimportant, ones that would fade into distant time, have become ones he is accustomed to seeing. so maybe memories like these are ones he would keep a hold of, no matter what happened. uneventful ones became twinkles, growing into sparkles, and then...
but those are just fleeting thoughts. this is a day that starts slower than most. why? it's because when he does stir in his bed, one eye opening and then the other, he reaches up to touch his own forehead. sweat forming on his brow, his next breath barely steaming hot. that alone is a surprise. has he ever been sick? do fae catch fevers? illness? it's confusing. does malleus panic? no, not yet. that silly device that he's broken time after time is on his night stand. he reaches out to grab it and doesn't crush it. no--- his grip feels light. delicate. weak.
even then. it's easier for him to use voice commands to send the appropriate message: ]
Lilia. Come to my room.
[ no explanation. why should he provide one? it must be urgent if malleus is actually using his phone for once... when he sheds his covers to try to cool his uncomfortably warm body, he palms over his stomach. something feels off. ]
[ Many days had passed. Were they worth counting? Memories that are held so dear, each one as precious as the last, filed away for a later time, with the vain hope that they wouldn't shatter and vanish, crumbling to slip through his fingers like the sands of time. Time did slow down with age, with wisdom on how to hold onto those small things. So, for him? The day started like any other.
Except the message he saw on his phone was not from any of the usual sources. No, this one was from his ward, the one who rarely even remembered to charge the damned thing, let alone send a text out. It's a simple message. What it means, what the case may be, none of that matters. The assumption is made quickly, understood as easily as anything else. This was urgent.
As such - he doesn't take the time to change. He's up, and seconds after reading that message, the tell-tale shimmer of his magic can be seen for a moment before he forms in full in the Prince's room, his eyes immediately landing upon his form. He takes the necessary few steps over to his bed, scanning the form of the other fae, already reaching out his hand to his forehead. ]
Malleus. What is it?
[ The one hand smooths his hair back from his face, while his opposite already begins to shift and cup his jaw, his chin, to get a better look at him. Yes, he'd be able to figure out what was wrong if he gave it enough thought, but for now he's just... going to fuss for a moment. ]
[ lilia's fast. he expects nothing less. it must be a surprise to him because everything is also a surprise to malleus. his throat is dry. every little sensation, usually ignored and of little consequence, is now a priority. that he's both cold and hot, every exhale somehow a different temperature... he licks his lips. yet as soon as lilia's hand touches where his had just been a moment ago, it sends a shiver up and down his spine. it causes him to gasp and groan, tilting his head up into it. ]
I don't know. [ the sight of lilia should be reassuring. it should calm him down. but instead, it almost feels like the opposite. maybe any face would have the same effect on him? his nerves are probably getting to him. malleus should know that. if anyone has an answer that he doesn't, it would be lilia. ]
Have you come across anything like this before? Surely you have.
[ he's at a loss for words and experience. he reaches up to touch lilia, fingertips gracing his chest. something stirs in him. it's unfamiliar and not unpleasant but something that makes him... want. ]
[ It takes a certain level of poise to keep his concern under wraps. Yes, he's touching Malleus, trying to see whether he can figure out by touch alone what was happening with him, but surely that doesn't impact much? Doesn't showcase the worry that he's so good at hiding at the right times. What exactly was happening with Malleus? ...
The signs are all there, laid out in front of him. How to explain it is the bigger question, once it's processed through. The question he's asked does bring pause, an almost brief stammer stopping him in his tracks? keeping him from explaining.
Carefully, he sits himself down on the edge of the bed. ]
Once, yes. [ Scooting now to be closer in the bed, his hand coming down to lazily trail down against Malleus' chest, to smooth out his sleep shirt. ] I believe, at the very least. Tell me, my Lord - what is it you're feeling, exactly?
[ The probing questions will help him know how far this has gotten thus far, what they could do to to mitigate the symptoms. It wouldn't help, probably, the way that Lilia's sat so close, how his hands have not left Malleus for even a moment. ]
Is there a heat? A tightness, further down? Is your hesrt racing, so quickly you feel almost faint? [ Just. some standard symptoms he can think of!! ]
And... I must ask a bit of a personal question, if I may.
[ what is he feeling? he licks his lips, now kicking the sheets completely off. what malleus is trying to describe, parsing each sensation that is running from the tips of his toes all the way up to his horns, feels like... should he be embarrassed? why would he? surely lilia and his amount of time living in many places all throughout the world will have the answers he's looking for. comparatively, he is still a teen. not quite an adult, not even close to a baby.
yet he squirms anyway. those clothes are becoming scratchy, rubbing against his skin. in some places it agitates. in others...? ]
Hot. Thirsty. [ that's what the dry feeling in his throat is, right? common water should suffice but for some reason it doesn't feel like it can accomplish what it ordinarily would. ] There's a heat in my chest, in my stomach.
[ and that's when the color finally touches his cheeks. the last question is the catalyst, but everything leading up to it has malleus wonder. he might be the strongest living mage in the world but he is far from the most experienced and smartest. there are limitations to his knowledge. and so... ]
A personal question? [ a fluttery sigh, his eyelids do the same. ] Ask.
[ it's a word that drips with the desire to know what lilia intends to teach him through his inquiry. that it will provide more answers and perhaps more questions, but... ]
[ The sensations that Malleus was describing.... really, Lilia should have put two and two together sooner than he had, just by looking at him. There's the tell-tale squirming, the way he couldn't describe in complete what he was feeling. Lilia's hand stills against his chest, a slight color coming to his own face. He was meant to advise, here as well.
Now it just depends on what Malleus would want, what would be best for him. There was no one in the school who he could really rely on for this, was there?
A quick moment of thought provides Lilia with one answer: he'll ask. Get specific answers to his specific questions. His smaller hand presses a bit more firmly against Malleus' chest, to give him the leverage to shift and sit up further, looking down on his pupil. Both hands move to the edges of his shirt. Pushing it up enough to slip his hand under, to press it lightly against his stomach, slender, cold fingers, pressing against his skin.
It's the same motion he'd do if, say, Malleus had fallen and he needed to check for an injury on another part of his body. His eyes were focused down on him, voice quieter as he asks the question, keeping his tone easy and gentle, to ease him into answering it. ]
Have you ever had a hope, a desire, to be so close to someone, to be one with them? If so... you must tell me who. You're exhibiting signs of ... [ How to put this? ] Your body is preparing to try and continue the Draconia bloodline. You're at that age where you need to choose your mate, the one person you'd want to have a family with. If there's a person that you have your eye on, I will go ask them on your behalf to come assist you. Otherwise...
[ He slides his hand out from under his shirt. ]
There are a few potions I could prepare, but they'd take a while.
[ it doesn't make sense, but he finds that very few things do when they happen unexpectedly like this. he should not be the one to bear any offspring for anyone yet here he is, in what he can now recognize as being in a state of hyperfertility that it must be true. coming from lilia, whose impish nature could be borderline irritating, he would never lie about something as serious as this. so when he arches his back into that touch, where their skin makes contact--- feverish against cool and soothing--- malleus can only react. there's no chance for him to be proactive in this. he is on the back foot, teetering on the edge.
making a snap decision like this seems equally wrong, too. there must be a council for this? the senators? even his grandmother! it's all too fast for him. any protocol that might be breaking, especially from whoever he might choose, could be scandalous. and yet there he is. with lilia asking these questions that make his heart ache and burn while the rest of him does for a completely other reason. ]
I believe... that individual is already here.
[ the admission alone makes him groan. he can't keep them on any longer. malleus' hands go to the waist of his pajama bottoms and he pulls down to expose himself to the slowly warming air of the room. if there wasn't a scent in the room before, there is now: arousal. pheromones. that despite not being fully erect, there's no doubt that he is... prepared for whatever may come. ]
It should be you. After all, you already know how to handle an egg. Don't you?
[ he laughs weakly. he feels slick. is that natural??? malleus doesn't know. but... ]
[ It's so hard to keep his hands from sliding further up Malleus' body when his back arches like that. Lilia has to do his best to keep his own heart from pounding at the sight, at the feeling of that heated skin against his own hands. He wants nothing more than to ruin his Prince, to show him the time of his damn life and make sure he ended up bearing his child. Those instincts were so difficult to avoid, when Malleus was like this.
When he was saying that. Seven, what the Senate would say about this, if they heard that Lilia was even the one to explain this to Malleus. They'd believe him corrupting him, corrupting the Draconian line even further. Tainting it, with his impure seed.
And yet. Malleus wants him. Was exposing himself already. That smell hits his sensitive nose, and Lilia can't help the way his breath catches, his own face flushing further. It's a swift motion, to move from his side to between his legs, his hands tugging on the bottoms to pull them all the way off. ]
I do, [ Lilia confirms, freeing him completely from that half of his clothing. His hand then grips onto his hip, his opposite hand sliding back up under his shirt, to begin the process of getting it off. He wants to get a firm answer from Malleus before they continue, but he'd be damned if he didn't get him more comfortable by helping him undress. ] ... but are you sure? You know what people will think. Is that something you're willing to bear witness to? Their hatred of me will not end simply because the Crown Prince decided that I was to be the one he chooses as his mate. You know I hardly care what they say about me. I am concerned for you, your reputation.
[ Regardless of his own words, Lilia can't help the way he drags his tongue across his fangs, eating up the sight of him like he'd been starved for weeks on end. His fingers press in a bit harder against Malleus' chest as he continues to push up that shirt. Off, off~! ]
[ the more aware of his condition he is, the less he's afraid to show it. that he unconsciously reaches in between his own legs, fingers going further and further down, in between his own cheeks where he traces a finger over his twitching and already leaking hole. when he draws that digit back up, a thin trace of something silvery stretches from his nail up to his stomach, where he drags it there. it should be disturbing. it should cause him to recoil in discomfort. but all it does is remind him that his body is becoming something capable of bearing an egg. carrying a second life in himself. perhaps that's why his strength has somewhat left him? that the magic he normally wields is retreating, reserving itself... ]
I will make them bend their knees if they dare threaten either of us. Would they dare deny Briar Valley a loved heir?
[ if he were at his strongest, no doubt there'd be thunder and lightning present with the anger spiking in his system. but as quickly as it appears it vanishes back into nothing, again replaced by an arousal that feeds off that burst of emotion. malleus digs his hands into the mattress, tugging at the sheet beneath them, squeezing his eyes shut. it's almost like his body is continuing to reconfigure itself. trying to prepare for the impending mating that will happen. ]
Don't worry about me. If I have my way, as I will, the only people that will need to worry are those who may not be worthy enough to see the future of our home.
[ malleus exhales again. the longer he denies himself pleasure, the more he craves it. he grabs lilia's hand and brings it up to his face. his tongue, usually a normal human length and shape, has transformed itself. slender and forked, dancing in between lilia's fingers, curling around one as he pants heavily. after all: his shirt has been more or less pulled away, leaving fair skin and a sinewy yet muscular form for lilia to gaze upon. ]
[ Even in this condition, his dear Prince was the very same as always. Firm with his words, quick to anger when presented with a situation that might not favor either of them. When he receives a suggestion that what he wants may not end as simply as he desires. Usually, Lilia's more careful with his words. Devilish and imp-like as he is, he does well to keep that attitude, that anger, in check as much as he can. To help calm down his dear liege.
Now, he almost suspected as much, regarding his magic. That doesn't mean it'd be fair to tease him and continue to push him to have further spikes in emotion. Unless, of course, they're ones that allow him to cry out in pleasure, to make his mind go blank with it.
Lilia had already risked years of his life for this very Prince. To say he wouldn't do the same for another beloved heir to the Draconia family name would be completely false. ]
You seem set on this, then. Once you've gotten an idea in your head, it's difficult to get you to change your mind. You really must be more open-minded, my dearest little Prince.
[ Let him tease for a moment. He'll get to mating him soon enough.
Oh, the desperation was obvious. Almost infectious, too. Lilia has a good amount of patience - he'd be able to hold out, to push Malleus to the edges of desperation if he really wanted, to see just how far he could push him. On that same note, he's weak to Malleus, to his petulant attitude, his mood swings. How can he deny him what he wants? He cannot, not in the slightest. Not when it's the very same want he has, burning within his chest. ]
I will not keep you waiting, [ His free hand slips down from his hip, along his pelvic bone, until he can slip his fingers down between his legs. His middle finger makes contact with that trembling, needy hole. Circling it with a careful motion, he allows his finger to wet with his arousal fluids. He isn't going to make the Prince wait -- nor is he going to go easy on him. When has he ever? Without warning, he presses two fingers inside of him: the middle and ring finger. Past the first knuckle, then the next, before he's managed to press both as deep as they'll go.
Curling them forward, Lilia seeks out that bundle of nerves, flashing Malleus a little impish grin. ] ... After this, you'll be mine. I'll be yours. There will no longer be any doubt about that.
[ He spreads his fingers. On both hands. The one with his fingers inside of Malleus, spreading him to prepare him. The other, spreading to allow his tongue more room to explore, and to push one finger a bit further along his tongue, further into his mouth. Not enough that he wouldn't be able to speak if he wished. It's more a show of dominance, to have his fingers in both ends, but he'd never deny Malleus the ability to speak his mind... at least not for their first time. ]
I will give you what your body needs. Every single ounce of pleasure you desire, without fail.
[ his dearest little prince. why do those words make his heart flutter in his chest, like some innocent maiden looking for the love of her life, waiting for him to throw the door wide open and take her into his chest? the fables of princesses being saved from horrible, evil dragons always made him chuckle as a child. when one considers it could always be viewed upon in the other direction--- a so-called noble prince taking advantage of his station to steal away a lady who genuinely fell in love with a dragon looking to keep her safe as part of its 'horde', it sounds much more true to him. so in that sense... what part is lilia playing? the dragon or the prince?
but the big difference here is that malleus wants to be the saved one. he yearns for release in any way, shape, or form. to shed these foreign, obtuse instincts in favor for the ones that have led him up to this point. yet he isn't sure that they'll be completely gone and that terrifies him to some extent. the desire that he feels is dripping down his rear. when he raises himself up just slightly, it drips down to stain the sheets beneath him. crying in a sense; tears that flow freely down and that only intensify when those fingers suddenly plunge into him.
two fingers, yet he could easily fit in a third. perhaps a fourth. despite it all he can bear down on them, squeeze tightly, milk them for all their worth which is to say for nothing. they are simply digits and nothing else. but the heat, the warm and moist and tight heat, quickly envelops them in strong yet silky muscles. that despite having little to no experience with controlling this part of himself, he almost seems to pull those fingers in even deeper. knuckles? take it to the base. it's the hungriest part of malleus. insatiable. desiring nothing more than to be filled and used by his future egg partner. ]
Y-yours? [ gasping around those fingers as he continues to lavish them with attention, his lids fluttering as his eyes look aimlessly toward lilia. they could easily roll back further. the pleasure is immense. his own dick is, for lack of a better term, useless right now. it dribbles and throbs and certainly exists. still, it's not the part of him that needs lilia more than ever. ]
Then you better satisfy everything I desire, Lilia. Or else I will never forgive you.
[ a promise that is somewhat obstructed by his mouth being occupied. but he can't think of anything else that he wants. his head is spinning. does he try to feed himself more of lilia's fingers as a way to prove that he'll take what he wants? ]
[ The princess, the prince, and the dragon. Tales almost as old as time. Fair princesses, written off as helpless and foolish, dainty and weak, requiring the prince to save her from the horrific dragon. Who wouldn't wish to write the one who seemed to be the monster as just that? Evil, cruel, unloving, unable to love. The prince, then, is able to be seen as a hero, even if the true story may be hidden, locked away for all eternity. In some versions, the dragon was the hero, bringing the princess to safety, away from the prince. Acting as her guard, her teacher, her beloved. Depending on the iterations, there may be some other force involved, trying to arrange a marriage. The details get lost in translation, or scrubbed over to allow one message to be the "truth."
There is, truly, no other role that Lilia could play but the dragon. Not in the literal sense, of course. Hadn't he played this role multiple times throughout his life? ... Regardless.
Now, more than ever, Lilia was completely focused on Malleus. The way his body already seems to adapt to his fingers, to bear down on them as if milking them for his seed, his magic, his everything. All the way in to the base, Lilia spreads his fingers, spreading and stretching those muscles. Patience is difficult, when Malleus makes that declaration. When he look at him with those eyes, that look. All he wants is to take him, to use his body and breed him to the extent he deserves.
It's then that he pulls his fingers almost all the way out, positioning the tip of his index finger at his entrance, before roughly shoving them in. His hands are small - it's hardly a length that'll fully prepare Malleus, although he's sure he doesn't need to go that far into preparation, with how ready he seems to be. Best not to keep him waiting, too. ]
I have never - and will never - disappoint you.
[ ... Without making up for it, of course. There were plenty of times in the past. But that's hardly a topic for this moment. Lilia shifts, slowly pulling his fingers back from Malleus' mouth, releasing his hand from being so occupied. A small, soft, thoughtful hum escapes the smaller fae, as he drags his hand down Malleus' exposed front. Tracing his muscle, his abdomen - the space where their egg would form, would grow. Those three fingers continue to fuck his crying hole, spreading and curling inside of him to get him used to the sensation that his body already desired so dearly.
Finally, Lilia's other hand manages to get to his own pajama bottoms, tugging at them to shove them down, squirming to bring one leg up and out, then the other. The shorts quickly abandoned, off the bed and onto the floor. His fingers are then pulled out of Malleus.
Getting positioned between his legs, Lilia tugs his hoodie off then, letting it fal to the ground as well, before he focuses his attention back down on Malleus. The tip of his cock pressed to his soaking hole. His hips shift, dragging his cock between his cheeks, both to wet it somewhat and tease the boy, just for a moment. ]
Try to sit up a little, Malleus. You should be able to see, if you do. I want you to watch. This is a special moment -- our egg will be born from this.
[ funny that if lilia is then the aforementioned dragon, they would be perfect for one another. a dragon needs another dragon. the coupling at that point creates the most ideal situation for the fertile and awaiting dragon to create that life. malleus is dimly and unconsciously aware of what he's doing to lilia at this very moment--- the scent of unfiltered draconic heat is beyond rare. it's almost unheard of. no one has ever witnessed a sight, so how would they also get to experience the other senses as well? his fae... his mate, his caretaker. he's almost his every thing. so there's no need to convince malleus of anything else at this point. what he wants, who he wants, is right there in between his legs already with a finger that has him wriggling and writhing and panting.
his body could take a full-fledged beast as well as a much smaller, cunning fae. it'll do what it needs in order to give lilia what he wants. those muscles? they are capable of adapting. they have to be. if anything, it's more unusual that he's not taking that massive, regal form right now. instead he's there on his bed as normal as he can present himself, save for his glistening and tantalizing hole, already being stuffed with more fingers than before. that he arches his back and squeezes down on them again--- this time, with what feels like more slickening fluids coming out of him--- is probably a good sign. without all the proper lubrication, it would be hard to take anyone. his body craves whatever seed lilia can feed him.
malleus props himself up using his elbows. he does want to witness lilia fucking him. penetrating him. he can see that cock. he can feel it. the foreplay is killing him. he's staring, glaring, wanting nothing more than to watch it enter him. never in his life has he felt so obsessed with... breeding. will it happen again? what if he wants another clutch? more eggs, surrounded by more children. ones that bear qualities from both of them. will they be considered tainted? or perhaps blessings? malleus realizes he's drooling. spittle on the corners of his lips that he has to lick away. he feels cold. chilled to the core. ]
Our egg... yes, our egg. [ whispering hoarsely, saving energy. it's not like he's not without magic entirely. the dream... a dream that hadn't been his and perhaps, being carried through burgeoning maternal instincts, is swelling inside of him. ] Satisfy me and our child will be...
[ is he tearing up? a little. he's aching. sore. desperate. malleus feels fragile, like the baby dragon that burst through the shell, waiting to be free. to not be lonely. lilia's doing it again for him. they'll have another life to share between the two of them. that way... lilia won't have to leave him. right. maybe it all makes sense, the longer he thinks about it. ]
... our child will be beautiful. So do your best or your worst, but regardless, you will give me your all.
[ he expects nothing less. malleus quivers in anticipation. ]
[ It's an impossibility, to think even for a second about giving Malleus anything less than his all. His heart beats heavy in his own chest, quick as it can be, with the way his body was reacting to every bit of this. The draconic heat's scent, the erotic way Malleus was positioned, the way their bodies already felt like they were going to fit perfectly with one another... There's nothing that Lilia wants more than to press himself inside, to give him everything he wants and more. So much more, that he will wonder how Lilia had even known to give him that much.
He waits, patiently, as Malleus props himself up. Gives him a chance to speak, to think through all the feelings that must be welling up inside of him. There's an instinct for Lilia, one that tells him to cup Malleus' face, to adorn him with kisses and affection until he can't take it anymore. He knows better; knows he must wait, for the right moment, for this needed to come first. He needs to provide other things first.
It's with a nod that he agrees, a silent acknowledgement of what they both know. This would change history, wouldn't it?
His hips press forward, the tip of his cock pressing past that needy, hungry, drooling hole. It isn't as if he's small, for his size, but he's definitely not the largest that Malleus could take within him. It takes a short time before he's hilted inside of Malleus, completely connecting the two of them. His cock completely surrounded by those strong muscles that seem to threaten to milk him dry immediately. A shiver runs down his spine, a quiet little gasp escaping from the small fae. There was no going back now. Not with how his own dick was already leaking pre inside of him, not with the way his hips pull back and slam himself right back inside, with the pre-determined angle of someone who knew exactly what they were doing, aiming directly at the sensitive spots he'd sought out with his fingers.
He's damn lucky he's strong, with the way his hands move to grab onto Malleus' hips. The way that both of them slide down, behind his leg, grabbing his thighs and lifting his legs up, to bring his knees up further towards his chest, to bend him in towards himself. ]
As you wish, [ This position, too, allows him easier access to lean in and down, to press lips and fangs and tongue to Malleus' jaw. Small kisses easily fall to desperation, desire, as he pants against his skin, starting to find a harsh, quick pace with his hips. ] ... you will always have my all. Don't you know that?
[ it feels like he's been waiting for this for a very long time despite this being his first true heat. that even in his dreamless dreams he sought out a kind of companionship, a kind of love that many were able to have and he couldn't. he was denied that. it was taken from him unfairly. that part of him ached and ached for some kind of relief since his hatching. to have that kind of affection, something deep and internal, may only be fulfilled through what is happening right now--- and he will accept it. he will take it. snatch it into his ravenous body. keep it deep inside and share it with only a select few. or perhaps, just a single individual? he may be a king one day but that doesn't mean he has to have a shared heart for the people around him, especially the ones that spurn his lover. the one who's coupled to him, the one who's mating him, the one on top of him. the one who's already devoted to him.
even though he may seem cavernous to some extent already, it immediately tightens up. it flexes and seems to diminish very much like a vacuum-esque thing. if lilia thinks he's going to be having his way with malleus, he may find himself in a trap. something warm and wet and tight and... perhaps a little too dexterous? like his innards are beckoning, pulling him in. there's no way he'll be able to escape easily without leaving him something to digest. ]
I... I know. That doesn't mean I want to hear you give it. Promise me, as many times as I want to hear.
[ not like he's in any position to bargain. no--- malleus's steel-clad will is already molten and dripping, just like him. he could be convinced to do anything if it meant lilia continued to pleasure him. to fill him. to make him feel like this for as long as he wanted. is the heir to briar valley becoming a toy for a fae to use? perhaps.
especially when his legs are pushed up and out, splayed in a way that makes him look particularly whorish. his tongue lolls out of his mouth. with the angle that lilia's now taking, it's scraping him in a way that makes his entire body want to explode. and in a way, it does. he's already coming, dick spurting a mess onto his stomach. even the passage that lilia's fucking is seeming to react in the same way, though it's not even close to explosive. no. it's meant to keep anything that's in there already there. ]
No, no... I... nnnn... come on... you need to give me more than just your all!
[ or he might die. metaphorically. he's a ripe fruit needing to be plucked, after all. ]
[ If Lilia believed that fate had anything to do with this coupling, he might be willing to let fate have all the credit in the world. But he doesn't like to think of it that way. What he wants, what Malleus wants, that is something of their own design, something that the two of them would need to push for, without worrying about something a simple as 'fate' getting in the way or pushing them forwards or further from their wants, their desires.
However... there's no mistaking that, somehow, their lives were intertwined, from the very day that Lilia had Malleus' egg pressed into his arms, made to promise to protect him despite his own wishes. That some of the magic and love that was used to finally hatch him had been from Lilia himself, that he'd never have survived without him. Their history was long and heavy, somehow culminating in this very moment. Fate might have had nothing to do with it, but what else could it be? ]
Alright, alright. As many times as you want, I will promise you again and again. Even once you're satisfied, I will keep promising myself to you.
[ Lilia's words are soft, spoken in a tone that was ever so slightly huskier than normal, voice rough with lust and need, as those muscles clamp down on him, making it so difficult to even thrust. He needs to use a little more energy, to fully slam his hips into Malleus', to watch his body react and fully make him his. While Malleus might be becoming a toy for him to use, Lilia was beholden to his desires and demands in the very same way. They're both made for the other's love, and...
The smaller lets out an amused, half gasped out laugh, as Malleus makes a mess of himself already, a he makes that demand. Fine- he can do more. He can adjust his own legs to lock his thighs under Malleus', to move his hands to shove them against the bed on either side of Malleus. His body bends forward as his hips collide with Malleus', allowing the smaller fae to press their bodies flush, not caring if that mess gets all over his own front as he presses his kisses further down, to his neck.
The harsh bite he gives isn't warned beforehand. Lilia finds a spot against his neck, parting his lips further and sinking his teeth in hard enough to break the skin, right at the moment where he's spilling over inside of Malleus -- but he isn't going to stop. No, he's going to keep thrusting through his own orgasm.
Malleus asked for more than his all, didn't he? So that's what he'd get, even if his cock was gripped so tightly, overwhelming his senses in a way that he's going crazy himself, barely able to hold it together as his fingers curl against the bedsheets. ]
[ he can't say he'll ever be truly satiated. lilia will have to give him more love than he received when he was still inside that egg. love that overflows, threatens to drown them both. if that's how it's supposed to be, then it will. he's going to need a lot of it for that egg to grow inside of him. it'll need much, much more than malleus received--- to the point of jealousy. and if one of the only ways to get it is from fucking, from the copious amount of essence he wants, then that'll have to be it. hopefully lilia's up to the challenge? hopefully he doesn't hit empty too soon?
but that's not just malleus' problem. no, it's lilia's problem too. everything that they do must be equally shared. when the horned fae struggles with the additional weight and the magic being drawn from him and into that egg, it's going to be lilia's to bear too. when the aches and pains from that heavy symbol of their love burdens him in a way that he's never felt before, it'll be lilia who will have to care for him. and equally so, malleus could shield him from the political scrutiny by threatening to maim whoever might get in their way. no doubt his grandmother will also offer her support; the fact there will be an heir in the first place should have the entire nation celebrating.
but until that void truly goes fulfilled, malleus needs to be filled. to the brim. to the point where he might burst.
lilia's all the way in. he might be the deepest he'll ever be in someone? but he won't have the chance to find out if there was anyone else as accommodating as malleus. no chance in heaven or hell that lilia would be allowed to fuck anyone else. how else could he claim him for his own, like a treasure in a den? those thoughts will have to sit on the backburner. right now, he has to be the one who gets claimed. the teeth against his skin, the ones that bite down, combined with that filling of warmth? yeah. it doesn't matter how much blood is spilled as long as whatever lilia gives him is even more. he can get away with being a mark. he'll allow it.
but the fae isn't stopping with his thrusting and malleus continues to moan and growl and keen and whine. ]
How often have you had the chance to partake of a dragon's blood, my little fae? [ malleus would've been reduced to moaning gibberish had he been any weaker in mind. instead? he can allow himself a few lashes with his words. ] You can have more than your own share, as long as you keep sharing with me.
[ two... no, three orgasms. how much stamina does lilia have??? how far does he think he can go? ]
[ There was an important thing to remember with this, one that could not be forgotten. There's only so much that Lilia can give, yes, but he would give all of it to Malleus. Nothing would be spared, nothing left behind. From before Malleus even hatched, fate was surely written, describing the ways in which Lilia would sacrifice happily again and again for him. To give him everything he wants, to be everything he wants. Malleus would receive his essence, would be filled until he can't take any more, even if Lilia has to push himself further than he's ever pushed himself before.
The love that the smaller fae holds for Malleus is overwhelming, overbearing. Complicated, in the ways it's supposed to be, in what it became and would continue to become. There's a heat that spreads, a heat that he's sure is coming from Malleus, pressing around him and spreading through his veins like they're on fire. His hips thrust, slamming into Malleus with a ferocity that can only be gotten by someone as strong and with as much stamina as him.
Hot blood; the soft tongue of the smaller fae presses against that wounded skin, as his grip loosens enough to allow him to sooth him with a gentle press of him. Taking in each and every drop, while lavishing Malleus in the attention he so craves. Dipping his head further, he presses the most careful kiss against his throat, near the wound he'd created, panting quietly against him with hot, quick breaths. ]
Less often than you'd think. A delicacy unlike any other, [ Lilia laughs, breathy and quiet. He's keeping a good pace, trying to hold himself back from a second orgasm of his own, trying to give Malleus a longer time between fillings, while still using his full strength to give him everything he desires, the fucking he deserves. ]Hah... you spoil me, my lord. I wonder where you learned to do that.
[ Finally, he lifts his head from Malleus' neck, to look up at his face. To see the look in his eyes, the expression he wears when getting fucked into the mattress. He should change up their position, at some point... but for now? He's content to look down on his prince, dragging his tongue across his blood stained lips with a hunger that's not yet sated.
With a hitch of his breath, his fingers curl harder, his pace becomes slightly more erratic - he's close again, and knows he needs to keep filling Malleus up. Otherwise, this would all be for naught. ]
[ he's not looking self-sacrifice. he's not looking for loss. it's commitment. it's dedication. that he would do anything and everything in his power to maintain the status quo. that every day didn't have to feel like a year to him. seasons that pass within the bat of an eye, a dozen lifetimes starting and ending even before he has the chance to wake up in the morning. what he wants is to have everything slow down. let a heartbeat be a single heartbeat and not one of another life starting or ending. so to have lilia here... to have him penetrating him, fucking him, fueling him to conceive and carry? maybe this will keep time from going so fast and making his horned head spin.
malleus groans. he whimpers. why is lilia holding back? maybe he is too tired. maybe he needs to be reminded where he is. who he is. that bite and the dimples of pain that blossomed from it for just a second or two, has faded but it still leaves a searing need to be bred. oh, his body needs it more than ever! doesn't he know? fae... dragons... hungry serpents like him, it'll never be enough. the natural desire to covet and wrap around, to keep everything within his grasp solely within his control, is too much.
words escape him. he can't think of a response. where did he learn how to spoil his lilia so much? perhaps with every breath, noting the kind of love he shared with others, begrudgingly or not. that he softened and let time smooth out those sharp, craggy peaks and watched them erode into something magnificent.
but he can arch his back. try to tighten, squeeze, continue to evolve in how his body treats lilia. it's not like his insides are used to reshaping themselves right now... finding new ways to draw him in. from practically sucking him in and tightening to rippling, quivering. adapting. that he thrusts his hips and shakes them and whines as another orgasm wracks his body--- weaker than the last, his nerves and muscles taut then releasing that tension. he must look pitiful. he knows it. but if it means getting lilia to give him more of his essence, then that's how it must be.
his cheeks are burning. his body is burning. there's another growing... pain... somewhere deep inside of him. he feels full but empty. perhaps... ]
[ He knows. With every shake, every quiver, every whine that comes from his Prince, he knows the very desires that linger beneath the surface. The ones that he doesn't voice - doesn't have to voice, to be heard. For time to slow down, for his emotions to settle into something he can understand, he needs a distraction. Needs this, someone he can rely on, can cling to, can pour everything into until there's nothing left.
In the same vein, Lilia would pour every bit of himself into Malleus, including this. His essence, his fluids, his magic. Everything, anything that he desires. His wragged noises are difficult to make sense of, words finally failing him as he brings a single hand up to cup Malleus' face. To cradle his cheek in his hand, despite the struggling of his own body. He can feel it, the slight tug and pull of the inner workings of his body. The needy desire that's built into him through and through.
His next orgasm hits, harder than his last, as he buries his hips harshly into the younger fae, his opposite hand gripping down on his hip as if to keep him still, to hold them together in a way. There's more to it this time, more energy, more force, more pressure to get this right. He can feel the very small pull of his magic, intertwining with Malleus' and slipping briefly from his own body, to give a power to his seed. Something more, something needed, something for... well, if this takes, their egg would need just a little bit of magic to form, to grow stronger and fiercer than Malleus' own was.
With a shaky, shuddering breath, Lilia keeps himself positioned within Malleus, leaning down, pressing his lips to his briefly. One, then two, then four. Several little kisses are provided, a gentle reminder for Malleus to breathe, to focus, to stay here with him. ]
You are absolutely gorgeous.
[ Lilia murmurs this compliment, his voice quiet, eyes half-lidded. ]
My Lord, my Prince... mine.
[ And, with that shaky breath in, he moves to bury his face back against Malleus' neck, near completely and thoroughly exhausted.
But he could keep going, if it was the will of his Dearest. ]
[ what he's been craving is suddenly being given to him--- it's lilia in his purest form. his every fiber of his being can be felt, physically and magically, as he strives to bring another life into this world. the one that he thought he would soon depart from, leaving malleus and those he has touched behind. but with this, an unspoken and physical contract, malleus is selfishly keeping him here. it's what he wants more than anything in his world. the time that he's normally used to goes in hours with every blink, every flicker of an eyelash. but right now? it's agonizingly slow. he wants that warmth. he needs every drop of lilia to keep himself from dying of thirst. and he's being filled to the brim and it's making his entire everything feel so, so good.
and then when it's seemingly over, lilia's words finally reaching him, his back being touched by a familiar pair of lips and a cheek and however the other fae needs to find rest after being so... so fatherly, the whimper escapes from his lips. ]
Yours... yours, yes. I am yours.
[ tears soon follow after. relief. the obvious biological fulfillment, of being fertilized and that egg that will receive all that nourishment is as pleasurable as the act of being fucked by lilia. perhaps this is why some dragon-fae are so inclined to have large families? he'll want more than one child, that's for sure. perhaps two. or five. they're going to be busy. it's what he wants. lilia's just going to have to deal. ]
[ In so many ways, Lilia is exhausted. It's a pleasant kind of exhaustion, one that makes him feel so at home. So needed, so... loved. It's a complicated set of feelings, feelings he can't quite grasp without this touch, this affection. No, he thinks, he needed this. Needed Malleus, needed him in a very similar way that this boy needed him. His face tucks properly against him, his heart beating so harsh in his chest, as if reminding him he was alive, and the reason for it.
Only when those tears begin does he lift his head, almost as if on instinct. His hand moves, coming up to cup Malleus' cheek all over again, thumb wiping at some of those little tears. It's nostalgic, in a way. ]
And what, pray tell, do you have to be sorry for?
[ His voice is quiet, gentle, trying to push through whatever thoughts were plaguing his liege's mind. It wouldn't do him any good to say he shouldn't be sorry. But asking? Asking should get to the root of it, so he can give the proper amount of affection and touch to wash away any and all worries of his.
Already, Lilia's fussing. Bringing a hand up, playing with a few strands of Malleus' hair. ]
That I need you this badly. That I want you, that I do not know if I could survive without you.
[ the truth slips from his lips before he can stop himself, but why would he want to in the first place? there is a strange sensation in his body that malleus hasn't been able to understand before because he had never felt... gravid... before. even if it hasn't completely taken yet, it's a noticeable weight. one that he doesn't have to carry all by himself, as long as lilia stays by his side. ]
You being the father brings me a relief that I could not have with anyone else. So in a way, I am acting as an anchor. If that is selfish to the point of hurting you, I do not think I can bear it.
[ and yet, there he is. stuffed with lilia's seed and malleus' body growing accustomed to what the future will end up being for them both. ]
Do you know... do you know that you will need to continue feeding it, as well as me? Are you willing to do so?
[ it's another late night in the dorms and malleus isn't in his own room. no, briar valley's heir isn't resting his head on the pillows that adorn his bed, but instead his face is currently pressed up against lilia's chest. he breathes in and out slowly before turning his head, careful not to accidentally nick any of that radiantly pale skin of his mate's. ]
The dorm leader meeting today was mostly about inconsequential things. [ the fae murmurs, looking off to the side while he recounts the minutes of the monthly gathering. ] There are no upcoming on-campus festivals and fundraising activities are limited due to the midterms and break coming up.
[ and then he turns back so that he can face up, staring into lilia's eyes with a crinkle of a knowing smile curling them. ]
Kingscholar asked if I put on weight. I told him it was none of his business. I believe Shroud had an inkling of what may have transpired however, and he stared at me through his device the entire time.
[ a hand moves down so that he can touch his own chest, his stomach, and the noticeable bulge that makes him heavier. it's a weight that he can carry without issues, and one that he wears with pride. why wouldn't he? ]
I would put in a request that you share a room with me but I believe it would put too much attention on the both of us. Then again... would anyone truly interfere with our business?
[ Really, even if the meeting was boring, nothing to Malleus' liking, Lilia is just glad that Malleus attended this time around, rather than him needing to attend in his stead.
His hand rests against Malleus' head, carefully stroking his hair. He only pauses when the boy looks up to him, long enough to meet his eyes, offering a soft smile in return. ]
It truly is none of their business. If they're to judge you and I, it's on them to deal with the consequences, hm?
[ Pet pet pet. His fingers card through his hair again, before moving to carefully adjust the hair around his horns, making sure he was comfortable where he was laying.
Then, his fingertips trail against the edge of one horn idly, moving all the way up to the tip, before back down, slowly, to the base. ]
As for sharing a room... are you sure you could handle my late night gaming sessions? You need all the sleep you can get, my dear. You're sleeping for more than just you. [ A gentle tease is offered, alongside one of his signature fanged smiles, ]
I wouldn't worry about interference in our business. More, my habits are not the best. You've already had trouble adjusting to a diurnal schedule without me adding to it. That is not to say you're not welcome here, and you may request me to come to your room any evening.
[ this is true... lilia is one of those very rare individuals who can function no matter what time of day, but it's at night where he shines the brightest. whether it's playing games with his online friend, practicing the a new song, even just doing other hobbies... or even better, tending to malleus' nightly needs? that's when he knows lilia is most active. even now, with midnight coming closer by the second, the draconic fae is feeling a stirring in his body that has grown familiar even after the pregnancy took hold.
if anything, it made him more conscious of what he wanted. ]
Perhaps if I make it more clear... I need you by my side at almost all hours of the day. Without a taste of you, it becomes unbearable.
[ and now he's moving so that he can position himself on top of lilia, stretching out so he can press the other fae down against the mattress, immediately pressing his teeth against his chest and right above his nipple. ]
My habits might be worse than yours.
[ his voice is muffled but it's where he likes to be the most. it's hard not to want to claim lilia with bites, affectionate nibbles that could be visible depending on how fresh they are. but he is sweet and spicy and everything in between and it makes malleus' blood run hot when he does it.
so he does. a bite on a place he normally doesn't visit. still... it's a prelude to much more. ]
[Function is a strong word. He prefers to be awake at times like now, occasionally struggling like everyone else does to get out of bed in the mornings. But it's true: on nights like this, on nights where his dearest prince needs him, wants him more than anything in the world? He's there, ready to go, ready to please and work for him.
Oh, the clarity given by those words makes him laugh. Not at Malleus, of course not, but at how spoiled he's become. ]
When have you not needed me at all hours, hm?
[ The small tease is offered, even as he adjusts his position to let himself be pressed down so thoroughly, his breath catching as he feels his teeth against him. He takes care to tuck some of the younger fae's hair behind a pointed ear, to allow him more space to press against him, to keep his mouth against his skin.
One of his legs hooks lazily around Malleus' body, in an attempt to press him even closer. He knows what may come next - the bite is no surprise to him. He allows the quiet noise that it draws from him to come out without an ounce of shame, his heartbeat picking up just slightly. ]
Alright then. It's settled. We shall request a change, then move me in with you as soon as we can. None shall question us. If they do, I'll handle it. You've no need to worry.
[ His hand slowly moves down, pressing against Malleus' neck, then his back, where his spine is. Those sharp back spines are traced, carefully, lovingly, adoringly. ]
[ how does it sound? well, with lilia's heartbeat his focus point, it's hard for him to hear but he acknowledges it all the same. yes. they can be together. lilia will have to get used to it after all--- how long has it been since he handled a fledgling like malleus was? and he'll even have the benefit of having a fae-born child for longer than the time he did before. all his. all theirs. what could be better? ]
Cannot think of a time... give me a few moments and maybe I will remember.
[ yes, as he spends seconds in between the spot where he bit and the next one. parallel to the other side. he leaves another nip there as well, the faint pin pricks of those sharp eye teeth and the blunts of the ones in between. he's not trying to lap up blood nor carve out flesh, but it's just the taste of lilia that drives him crazy. he's aching for more. there isn't a part of him that isn't throbbing. thrumming. he shivers. ]
But that sounds good. We will be able to sate ourselves whenever we wish. It is something we will both need.
[ just like malleus who moves lower. from lilia's chest to his stomach, where he licks around his navel. he moans softly into it as he darkens the skin around it with saliva. his eyelids flutter, eyelashes gracing that spot. ]
[ It's becoming harder and harder to focus on anything that wasn't Malleus' touch. The careful nips pressed against his skin, not quite marking that skin, but making enough of a mark that it could be seen, for the moment, against that pale skin of his. What a lovely feeling it was, to have such specific attention from his mate.
Of course, there is always the lingering fear, of what may happen, what may become of them, once word gets out. This fear is held onto, but never focused on in moments like this. No, moments like this are what push those fears away, what allows him to focus deeper on Malleus rather than the possibilities that may never become a reality. ]
I need far less than you do, [ Lilia teases, arching his back as if to make it easier for Malleus, ] for you have always been quite needy, you know.
[ Despite his teasing, he does clearly need him. Want him. His fingers trace one of those pointed horns again, his other hand coming down to stroke his hair, to encourage him further. His body shudders, lightly, under the feeling of those eyelashes against his skin.
A quiet noise is made, as he arches further, squirms under him. Even with his protests, his attempts to make it out as if he was not the one in need, he absolutely was reacting to Malleus, to his need, in turn. ]
Mm... how do you wish to have me tonight? Are you going to run me ragged?
[ Annnnd another tease. He wouldn't be Lilia if he didn't tease and taunt, gently. ]
[ the touch to his horns... he might as well be touching any other overly sensitive part of him right now. how he can feel the delicate gracing of a finger against it, how he arches his back as he raises his mouth and lets out a pant. he licks his lips, baring his teeth, running his tongue over them as well. he's very needy. very hungry. what's the best way to feed a beast like him? ]
When the heat strikes, it strikes with furor. How can I ignore its call when every inch of me quivers for you?
[ perhaps if they continue to mate, by the time that lilia needs to depart for good then malleus will be ready to go too. they will have many offspring, some reflecting the bat and some the dragon, and they will always be represented by a mixture of curiosity and playfulness. strength and flexibility. horns and wings and impish smiles and a fiery breath and disposition at times.
but until then? it's not just love that he wants from lilia. no. he needs something far more simple than that.
another bite, another nip around his stomach. his side. his hip, and then he moves further down and in. his horns could almost poke the other fae in the belly while malleus pulls down anything that might get in his way. he drags his tongue against lilia's inner thigh while he grabs the other's dick and lifts it so he can cover the rest of his privates with a tongue looking to explore. ]
[ It's not to say that Lilia wasn't equally needy, hungry, but Malleus was damn near insatiable, with the way he continues to explore, to move down where he wishes, the arch of his back from such a simple touch. The smaller man squirms, his face warm as he watches that tongue run over his teeth, his fangs, his lips.
As much as Malleus craves him, Lilia can easily recognize the feeling of want, the desire, the urges flooding his body. Not only does he want to please Malleus, but he wants to feel him, to be adored by him in the same ways that he would offer him. ]
Mmm... I would not wish for you to have to ignore any desire you may have.
[ And in turn, Lilia makes another quiet noise. As one inner thigh is lavished in that same attention, he brings his other leg up to rest his inner knee against Malleus' shoulder, using this position to make himself more accessible, more easy to touch, to see, to feel, to taste.
He's already half hard, by the time Malleus' hand is grabbing him, moving him to get more access. His heel presses in against the middle of his back, his hand continuing it's careful caress of his horn, of his hair. ]
It would be pointless-- mhh, [ He's distracted, his hips lifting slightly into the feel of his tongue, a soft noise slipping past his lips, as one fang worries at his lip to try and keep himself a bit more quiet. ] ... to say I don't understand the feeling, when you get me so thoroughly needy.
[ every twitch, every throb, every anything is enough encouragement to keep malleus on track. it's why he doesn't stop finding places to put his tongue, though he's thoughtful enough to ignore the one thing that might get lilia to jump the most. it's what he's holding while he continues to tend to him. that he makes sure to leave red marks wherever he goes alongside his licking and slurping--- bites that only they would know about.
he only breaks away to respond, though he's practically salivating over where he knows he's going next. ]
I will not. While I would like to say I can be quite strong and tenacious, around you... I see no reason to bury those needs.
[ in fact, it was lilia who last buried his need into malleus, which is why they are where they are right now.
he takes another breath in, lilia's scent stuck in his head. the color in malleus' cheeks are blazing red, a stark contrast the rest of his complexion. he brushes back some of his bangs to tuck behind one of his ears before he raises his head and presses his lips against the tip of lilia's cock. the one he's been holding in place, his hand sliding down to the base while his mouth envelops the head, pushing down around it with a wet pop. ]
[ It's not impossible to keep still, but much like they agree on not burying their needs, Lilia doesn't see a need to hide his reactions from Malleus. Each lick, each mark that's left on his skin has him shuddering and whining quietly for more, his hips only slightly squirming under Malleus' current touch.
It's when Malleus tucks his bangs behind his ears and presses his lips to that sensitive area that Lilia gasps out again, lifting his hips slightly in return, as if trying to follow the affection, the touch, the everything.
His hand ends up shifting further down against Malleus' hair, gathering some of it as if to keep it from his face. To keep some modicum of control, or at least pretend he was in control throughout this moment. Both of them know that isn't the case though, right? He whines, his head craning back against the pillow, his back arching up as if he could force himself further into Malleus' mouth with just that one movement. ]
Malleus--...
[ The other fae's name falls from his lips, a statement and an admittance of weakness all in one, if the way his breathing becomes heavy is any indication. ]
[ there it is... he's long since embraced this part of himself. his eyelids flutter when lilia finally arches into his mouth. the taste of the other fae is delightful. there's no other way he could describe it. not that malleus has debased himself into being some kind of lust-drunk dragon or anything but he can't help himself! how could he not want every bit of lilia at any given time? whether it be the slightest flickers of attention in between gaming sessions, how they sit next to each other in the cafeteria, sleeping in the same bed... he's been in love with him for almost forever. not just because he sacrified so much to hatch him, but...
malleus sighs. he huffs, breathing in and out through his nose to keep his mouth nice and warm and moist. doing anything else might break the seal he's got, the one that is tight around that shaft between his lips. he wants to hear his name again and again, whispered and shouted and cried out and everything in between. so how does he do that? easy.
he reaches up, firmly anchoring his hands against lilia's waist. no way he's going to do things himself! no... malleus is the one in control even if he's not actually in control. he's going to drain his mate dry, just like a vampire bat might! how appropriate.
the dragon moves slowly and deliberately. that he slowly takes lilia deeper into his mouth, tongue gliding alongside the skin, teeth just barely scraping the sides... he's savoring every second. he wants to torture lilia, make him suffer in the most pleasurable way possible. drive him crazy. ]
[ How unfair it is, that Malleus grabs him just so. Yes, Lilia's strength could outmatch him, could allow Lilia to break free if he so wished, but that didn't mean he had the desire to do so. Nor did he have the desire to jump to gain back 'control' over the situation. No, this was a give and a take, a situation where the two of them were equals. They both knew what could happen, who could take control and what could happen; it's a sense of respect, then, that Lilia holds for Malleus by allowing him to go about his own actions, and by playing along.
Besides, Malleus tends to surprise him when he least expects it. Might as well let him have this, to let him hold that torch and have his fire fanned and burst. It's fun, too, to play the 'weaker' one, to let Malleus have his fun.
As those hands anchor onto his waist, Lilia lets out a quiet whine, soon cut off by the harsh breath he sucks in, as he's taken deeper. As that tongue wets his skin further, as Malleus slowly takes him. His fingers curl harder against that hair he's holding, his chest heaving with the gasping, pleased little noise he lets out. ]
You're... not just going to tease me now, are you Malleus?
[ He eggs the younger on, although he isn't making any moves to change their positioning, the power dynamic of the moment between them. ]
[ oh, no doubt that lilia could practically lift malleus with one hand by now. with most of his strength focused on nurturing the life growing in his body, the rest of it can only go so many places. it's currently focused on drawing out whatever he can from lilia and perhaps that's where physical might means very little when all he needs to be good at is making sure his lips stay tightly wrapped around the other fae's dick.
tease him? no, he's going to eat him up. devour him. make lilia empty himself into his mouth and against his tongue and into his stomach. he loves how he's reacting--- that too is being gobbled up. how he flexes and twitches and whines... his partner is way too cute for him. doesn't matter how old or experienced one might get, it's obvious how genuine those little reactions are.
with half-lidded eyes, he looks up at lilia and slowly draws completely off of his dick. an audible 'pop' comes with that suction suddenly releasing. ]
Me? Tease you? I would never.
[ and then without hesitation, he goes right back down to sucking that cock. that he doubles the pressure, the desire welling up inside of him. after all, he's hungry. he forces himself to slide up and down, debasing himself by forcing lilia to fuck his mouth. ]
[ If there was anyone in this world who could manage to make Lilia so very weak, it was Malleus. He needn't even do all that much. It's enough that he has his mouth suctioned perfectly around his dick. Even more than that was the look in his eyes, that insatiable lust and need that he wouldn't let fade from his own gaze.
It's near impossible to think of a reply. The way Malleus doubles down is enough to make his body spasm, to make him cry out shamelessly. Yet another sound for Malleus to lap up, to take in with pride.
There isn't even a need to move on his own. His body being led, his legs wrapped tight around Malleus, his hands both now grasping his hair, one of his horns- wherever he could manage.
Really, he's spilling over way faster than he'd ever anticipated. His hot seed filling his prince's mouth, all but proving whose he was, in that moment.
He's panting, trying to catch his breath, to steady himself when everything is just so much, due to his dearest mate against him.
Is he gripping too hard? Are his legs around him pressing in against him in a way that was too harsh? Lilia knows Malleus can take it, but he forces himself to ease up a little, his gaze distracted as he looks down to the younger. ]
[ he'd like to say that he often leaves people speechless, wordless even... but breathless and taxed like this? it's a pretty rare thing to him and leaves him amazed, even though he's the one who's leaving lilia this way. he's drinking from him like the greediest baby in the world, the taste of the fae in his mouth the most heavenly thing he's ever tasted in his life. it's... not creamy. not rich. but it's still potent and he knows it'll cling to his tastebuds even after he swallows it down. shame it's not a never ending amount either. he'd be stuck here for a lifetime and then some if that were the case.
malleus doesn't really feel how tightly lilia is squeezing him--- whether it's fingers in his hair or those thighs squishing his cheeks to the point where they're probably enabling malleus to stay like this? it's obvious that lilia probably doesn't want him to go either. but why would he.
his eyes haven't gone anywhere so when lilia does look down? his gaze fixes right upon him.
as much as it pains him to finally let go, he does with another resounding pop and smack of his lips. he runs his tongue over them before finally addressing him. ]
[ His grip loosens, in more ways than one. First his hands, a thumb dragging along his horn. Then his legs, letting up just enough to not be crushing, unbearable. His body is still very much wracked with the aftershocks of how intense that had been, how quickly he'd reached that climactic point, reeling with pleasure. As much as he's trying to come down from it, he wants more.
Of course he does. Lilia is, after all, just as insatiable as Malleus.
So when the younger removes his mouth, comes off him with such a clear sound, he has to choke back a greedy little whine. ]
More...? [ He nods, maybe a bit too quickly. ] You can have more of me, dearest.
[ His words, breathless as they are, still hold that sweetness, that love, that adoration, as his thumb continues to caress that horn of his, as his other hand gently pushes hair from his face, holds his cheek for just a moment. ]
I want more of you, too. To be thoroughly exhausted by you, to let your whims have their way with me.
[ Lilia shifts, enough to adjust his leg positions against Malleus, moving one around him, under his shoulder rather than over, his heel soon pressing in against his lower back. Clearly, trying to gently bring him closer. In what way? Hard to tell. Lilia's mostly just full of desperation and need, a greedy little bat despite just releasing so heavily. ]
[ another shiver up his spine when his horn is touched, that thumb gracing it as he slides up back towards lilia's face. he wants to see him up close again. he couldn't get tired of it, of peering into those vivid eyes of his. his voice is rich and soothing to his ears, yet sharp and oh-so-easy to hear. there's no part of lilia he doesn't want, no part of him that he doesn't want to hold onto. to infuse himself with, to wrap himself around with... ]
Then allow me to take you as I should. As you should expect.
[ even when he's got a mess on his face, on his lips, of which he's more than happy to share the remnants of as he kisses lilia's mouth as he positions himself now back on top. that he can position himself, despite having a stomach that presses through an unbuttoned shirt, neatly in between the other's legs. he was just there after all. ]
Though I may be gravid, I am more than capable of continuing to pleasure you using everything at my disposal. Besides--- you deserve this as much as I do.
[ already erect and throbbing, he takes no time in positioning himself. after all he's aching to get rid of that source of tension too. ]
[ A change in position is nothing. Lilia adjusts his own body, his own legs and arms and hands to all grasp at Malleus in every way he can. That heel digs into Malleus' lower back, hand grasps against his horn in such a demanding fashion, while his other hand grabs his shoulder, pulls him closer, closer, until their skin can press together further.
The kiss is returned, greedily, messily, before he breathes out a careful, soft little whine as he feels Malleus work on positioning himself. Without the proper preparation, it might ache a little, especially with the sheer difference in their size, but-
Lilia laughs, quiet and sweet. ]
I deserve it, don't I? To be spoiled by you as much as I spoil you.
[ Raising his hips just slightly, he drags his hand down against Malleus' bare back, nails digging in as he does, without an ounce of shame or hesitance. ]
[ it crosses his mind that he shouldn't go in like this... it might hurt lilia for him to penetrate him when he's not just fully erect but also dry. it's why he takes a moment to concentrate, let his palm wave over his own dick and allow it to magically become lubricated. imagine malleus, one of the most powerful mages in the world, to use his magic like this? offering lilia some mercy in this trying time, where arousal and instinct is depriving him of some rational thought.
a heavy exhale, the faintest traces of smoke leaving his nostrils and his mouth as he slowly begins to press inside of lilia. he's snug. warm and tight. the head of his cock fits but he isn't sure if it's his size that's making the experience more of a stretch than usual, or if the fae beneath him is just like that all the time? it feels like it's been a while since they've fucked like this.
[ Not that Lilia expected Malleus to be patient at all, but at the very least, he's happy that Malleus thought to use something to help him out here. To give him a little mercy, if only that much. Still, as the larger fae begins to press in, he sucks in a breath, trying to keep himself as calm and steady as possible. ]
Malleus--...
[ The name is gasped out, as he drops his head back further against the pillow behind him. It's a tight fit for sure, and yet he finds himself squirming, lifting his hips slightly as if to meet him, to help get all of him inside. ]
Don't hold back, [ he adds, although he's sure Malleus won't. He knows this boy, knows how easily he'll fall in line with instinct rather than logic. That's what he's counting on - what he needs. ]
[ he won't. he won't hold back. he wants lilia to feel every inch of him, all meant for him. it doesn't matter how heavy he feels while carrying their child. it can also witness how much love he has for his partner. when he pulls out, malleus is already sliding back in and spreading lilia's cheeks. it never ceases to amaze him how good sex feels, how if he weren't made of sterner and disciplined stuff, he might be addicted to it.
instead? he's simply in the mindset of never wanting to be without lilia. ]
You are... all I ever need...
[ panting loudly, tongue peeking out from between his lips, trembling while he chases after an orgasm that is coming sooner rather than later. ]
[ Is that not a form of addiction? Never wanting to be without someone, never feeling sated when not being able to experience them? Lilia gasps, nails catching against Malleus' skin, against his back. Anywhere he can, he's grabbing, clawing, digging in to show his adoration.
His hips roll up against him, in an attempt to match his pace. He's already close to his own orgasm, though he has a bit of a higher tolerance than Malleus. ]
And you--- you're all I need,
[ He murmurs back, unable to keep from moaning quietly, one hand wandering further down to grasp at his hip, his waist, to urge him on. ]
[ if that's true... and he wants it to be, desperately needs it, then malleus can't ask for anything else. lilia means the world to him. without him, it'd be impossible for him to go on. it's why if they can bear this egg, have this child, another piece of lilia will always be with him. addicted? yes, but it's more than that.
it doesn't take more than a few thrusts and he's spilling deep inside of lilia. it's a grumble and a grunt and a huff that escapes his nostrils as smoke. open mouth panting reveals that slender, serpentine tongue of his... inhuman and making its appearance during moments of lapsed focus.
but he's coming. he's filling his mate the way that he loves to be filled. part of him already wishes to be fucked again. so much of him has those urges beating an impossible-to-ignore drum. ]
Then... I will give you all of myself. Time and time again, until there is only us.
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Date: 2025-01-26 04:55 am (UTC)but those are just fleeting thoughts. this is a day that starts slower than most. why? it's because when he does stir in his bed, one eye opening and then the other, he reaches up to touch his own forehead. sweat forming on his brow, his next breath barely steaming hot. that alone is a surprise. has he ever been sick? do fae catch fevers? illness? it's confusing. does malleus panic? no, not yet. that silly device that he's broken time after time is on his night stand. he reaches out to grab it and doesn't crush it. no--- his grip feels light. delicate. weak.
even then. it's easier for him to use voice commands to send the appropriate message: ]
Lilia. Come to my room.
[ no explanation. why should he provide one? it must be urgent if malleus is actually using his phone for once... when he sheds his covers to try to cool his uncomfortably warm body, he palms over his stomach. something feels off. ]
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Date: 2025-01-26 05:08 am (UTC)Except the message he saw on his phone was not from any of the usual sources. No, this one was from his ward, the one who rarely even remembered to charge the damned thing, let alone send a text out. It's a simple message. What it means, what the case may be, none of that matters. The assumption is made quickly, understood as easily as anything else. This was urgent.
As such - he doesn't take the time to change. He's up, and seconds after reading that message, the tell-tale shimmer of his magic can be seen for a moment before he forms in full in the Prince's room, his eyes immediately landing upon his form. He takes the necessary few steps over to his bed, scanning the form of the other fae, already reaching out his hand to his forehead. ]
Malleus. What is it?
[ The one hand smooths his hair back from his face, while his opposite already begins to shift and cup his jaw, his chin, to get a better look at him. Yes, he'd be able to figure out what was wrong if he gave it enough thought, but for now he's just... going to fuss for a moment. ]
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Date: 2025-01-26 05:57 am (UTC)I don't know. [ the sight of lilia should be reassuring. it should calm him down. but instead, it almost feels like the opposite. maybe any face would have the same effect on him? his nerves are probably getting to him. malleus should know that. if anyone has an answer that he doesn't, it would be lilia. ]
Have you come across anything like this before? Surely you have.
[ he's at a loss for words and experience. he reaches up to touch lilia, fingertips gracing his chest. something stirs in him. it's unfamiliar and not unpleasant but something that makes him... want. ]
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Date: 2025-01-26 06:21 am (UTC)The signs are all there, laid out in front of him. How to explain it is the bigger question, once it's processed through. The question he's asked does bring pause, an almost brief stammer stopping him in his tracks? keeping him from explaining.
Carefully, he sits himself down on the edge of the bed. ]
Once, yes. [ Scooting now to be closer in the bed, his hand coming down to lazily trail down against Malleus' chest, to smooth out his sleep shirt. ] I believe, at the very least. Tell me, my Lord - what is it you're feeling, exactly?
[ The probing questions will help him know how far this has gotten thus far, what they could do to to mitigate the symptoms. It wouldn't help, probably, the way that Lilia's sat so close, how his hands have not left Malleus for even a moment. ]
Is there a heat? A tightness, further down? Is your hesrt racing, so quickly you feel almost faint? [ Just. some standard symptoms he can think of!! ]
And... I must ask a bit of a personal question, if I may.
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Date: 2025-01-26 07:40 pm (UTC)yet he squirms anyway. those clothes are becoming scratchy, rubbing against his skin. in some places it agitates. in others...? ]
Hot. Thirsty. [ that's what the dry feeling in his throat is, right? common water should suffice but for some reason it doesn't feel like it can accomplish what it ordinarily would. ] There's a heat in my chest, in my stomach.
[ and that's when the color finally touches his cheeks. the last question is the catalyst, but everything leading up to it has malleus wonder. he might be the strongest living mage in the world but he is far from the most experienced and smartest. there are limitations to his knowledge. and so... ]
A personal question? [ a fluttery sigh, his eyelids do the same. ] Ask.
[ it's a word that drips with the desire to know what lilia intends to teach him through his inquiry. that it will provide more answers and perhaps more questions, but... ]
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Date: 2025-01-26 08:18 pm (UTC)Now it just depends on what Malleus would want, what would be best for him. There was no one in the school who he could really rely on for this, was there?
A quick moment of thought provides Lilia with one answer: he'll ask. Get specific answers to his specific questions. His smaller hand presses a bit more firmly against Malleus' chest, to give him the leverage to shift and sit up further, looking down on his pupil. Both hands move to the edges of his shirt. Pushing it up enough to slip his hand under, to press it lightly against his stomach, slender, cold fingers, pressing against his skin.
It's the same motion he'd do if, say, Malleus had fallen and he needed to check for an injury on another part of his body. His eyes were focused down on him, voice quieter as he asks the question, keeping his tone easy and gentle, to ease him into answering it. ]
Have you ever had a hope, a desire, to be so close to someone, to be one with them? If so... you must tell me who. You're exhibiting signs of ... [ How to put this? ] Your body is preparing to try and continue the Draconia bloodline. You're at that age where you need to choose your mate, the one person you'd want to have a family with. If there's a person that you have your eye on, I will go ask them on your behalf to come assist you. Otherwise...
[ He slides his hand out from under his shirt. ]
There are a few potions I could prepare, but they'd take a while.
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Date: 2025-01-27 01:05 am (UTC)making a snap decision like this seems equally wrong, too. there must be a council for this? the senators? even his grandmother! it's all too fast for him. any protocol that might be breaking, especially from whoever he might choose, could be scandalous. and yet there he is. with lilia asking these questions that make his heart ache and burn while the rest of him does for a completely other reason. ]
I believe... that individual is already here.
[ the admission alone makes him groan. he can't keep them on any longer. malleus' hands go to the waist of his pajama bottoms and he pulls down to expose himself to the slowly warming air of the room. if there wasn't a scent in the room before, there is now: arousal. pheromones. that despite not being fully erect, there's no doubt that he is... prepared for whatever may come. ]
It should be you. After all, you already know how to handle an egg. Don't you?
[ he laughs weakly. he feels slick. is that natural??? malleus doesn't know. but... ]
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Date: 2025-01-27 01:38 am (UTC)When he was saying that. Seven, what the Senate would say about this, if they heard that Lilia was even the one to explain this to Malleus. They'd believe him corrupting him, corrupting the Draconian line even further. Tainting it, with his impure seed.
And yet. Malleus wants him. Was exposing himself already.
That smell hits his sensitive nose, and Lilia can't help the way his breath catches, his own face flushing further. It's a swift motion, to move from his side to between his legs, his hands tugging on the bottoms to pull them all the way off. ]
I do, [ Lilia confirms, freeing him completely from that half of his clothing. His hand then grips onto his hip, his opposite hand sliding back up under his shirt, to begin the process of getting it off. He wants to get a firm answer from Malleus before they continue, but he'd be damned if he didn't get him more comfortable by helping him undress. ] ... but are you sure? You know what people will think. Is that something you're willing to bear witness to? Their hatred of me will not end simply because the Crown Prince decided that I was to be the one he chooses as his mate. You know I hardly care what they say about me. I am concerned for you, your reputation.
[ Regardless of his own words, Lilia can't help the way he drags his tongue across his fangs, eating up the sight of him like he'd been starved for weeks on end. His fingers press in a bit harder against Malleus' chest as he continues to push up that shirt. Off, off~! ]
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Date: 2025-01-27 04:22 am (UTC)I will make them bend their knees if they dare threaten either of us. Would they dare deny Briar Valley a loved heir?
[ if he were at his strongest, no doubt there'd be thunder and lightning present with the anger spiking in his system. but as quickly as it appears it vanishes back into nothing, again replaced by an arousal that feeds off that burst of emotion. malleus digs his hands into the mattress, tugging at the sheet beneath them, squeezing his eyes shut. it's almost like his body is continuing to reconfigure itself. trying to prepare for the impending mating that will happen. ]
Don't worry about me. If I have my way, as I will, the only people that will need to worry are those who may not be worthy enough to see the future of our home.
[ malleus exhales again. the longer he denies himself pleasure, the more he craves it. he grabs lilia's hand and brings it up to his face. his tongue, usually a normal human length and shape, has transformed itself. slender and forked, dancing in between lilia's fingers, curling around one as he pants heavily. after all: his shirt has been more or less pulled away, leaving fair skin and a sinewy yet muscular form for lilia to gaze upon. ]
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Date: 2025-01-27 04:59 am (UTC)Now, he almost suspected as much, regarding his magic. That doesn't mean it'd be fair to tease him and continue to push him to have further spikes in emotion. Unless, of course, they're ones that allow him to cry out in pleasure, to make his mind go blank with it.
Lilia had already risked years of his life for this very Prince. To say he wouldn't do the same for another beloved heir to the Draconia family name would be completely false. ]
You seem set on this, then. Once you've gotten an idea in your head, it's difficult to get you to change your mind. You really must be more open-minded, my dearest little Prince.
[ Let him tease for a moment. He'll get to mating him soon enough.
Oh, the desperation was obvious. Almost infectious, too. Lilia has a good amount of patience - he'd be able to hold out, to push Malleus to the edges of desperation if he really wanted, to see just how far he could push him. On that same note, he's weak to Malleus, to his petulant attitude, his mood swings. How can he deny him what he wants? He cannot, not in the slightest. Not when it's the very same want he has, burning within his chest. ]
I will not keep you waiting, [ His free hand slips down from his hip, along his pelvic bone, until he can slip his fingers down between his legs. His middle finger makes contact with that trembling, needy hole. Circling it with a careful motion, he allows his finger to wet with his arousal fluids. He isn't going to make the Prince wait -- nor is he going to go easy on him. When has he ever? Without warning, he presses two fingers inside of him: the middle and ring finger. Past the first knuckle, then the next, before he's managed to press both as deep as they'll go.
Curling them forward, Lilia seeks out that bundle of nerves, flashing Malleus a little impish grin. ] ... After this, you'll be mine. I'll be yours. There will no longer be any doubt about that.
[ He spreads his fingers. On both hands. The one with his fingers inside of Malleus, spreading him to prepare him. The other, spreading to allow his tongue more room to explore, and to push one finger a bit further along his tongue, further into his mouth. Not enough that he wouldn't be able to speak if he wished. It's more a show of dominance, to have his fingers in both ends, but he'd never deny Malleus the ability to speak his mind... at least not for their first time. ]
I will give you what your body needs. Every single ounce of pleasure you desire, without fail.
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Date: 2025-01-27 10:39 pm (UTC)but the big difference here is that malleus wants to be the saved one. he yearns for release in any way, shape, or form. to shed these foreign, obtuse instincts in favor for the ones that have led him up to this point. yet he isn't sure that they'll be completely gone and that terrifies him to some extent. the desire that he feels is dripping down his rear. when he raises himself up just slightly, it drips down to stain the sheets beneath him. crying in a sense; tears that flow freely down and that only intensify when those fingers suddenly plunge into him.
two fingers, yet he could easily fit in a third. perhaps a fourth. despite it all he can bear down on them, squeeze tightly, milk them for all their worth which is to say for nothing. they are simply digits and nothing else. but the heat, the warm and moist and tight heat, quickly envelops them in strong yet silky muscles. that despite having little to no experience with controlling this part of himself, he almost seems to pull those fingers in even deeper. knuckles? take it to the base. it's the hungriest part of malleus. insatiable. desiring nothing more than to be filled and used by his future egg partner. ]
Y-yours? [ gasping around those fingers as he continues to lavish them with attention, his lids fluttering as his eyes look aimlessly toward lilia. they could easily roll back further. the pleasure is immense. his own dick is, for lack of a better term, useless right now. it dribbles and throbs and certainly exists. still, it's not the part of him that needs lilia more than ever. ]
Then you better satisfy everything I desire, Lilia. Or else I will never forgive you.
[ a promise that is somewhat obstructed by his mouth being occupied. but he can't think of anything else that he wants. his head is spinning. does he try to feed himself more of lilia's fingers as a way to prove that he'll take what he wants? ]
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Date: 2025-01-28 04:24 pm (UTC)There is, truly, no other role that Lilia could play but the dragon. Not in the literal sense, of course. Hadn't he played this role multiple times throughout his life? ... Regardless.
Now, more than ever, Lilia was completely focused on Malleus. The way his body already seems to adapt to his fingers, to bear down on them as if milking them for his seed, his magic, his everything. All the way in to the base, Lilia spreads his fingers, spreading and stretching those muscles. Patience is difficult, when Malleus makes that declaration. When he look at him with those eyes, that look. All he wants is to take him, to use his body and breed him to the extent he deserves.
It's then that he pulls his fingers almost all the way out, positioning the tip of his index finger at his entrance, before roughly shoving them in. His hands are small - it's hardly a length that'll fully prepare Malleus, although he's sure he doesn't need to go that far into preparation, with how ready he seems to be. Best not to keep him waiting, too. ]
I have never - and will never - disappoint you.
[ ... Without making up for it, of course. There were plenty of times in the past. But that's hardly a topic for this moment. Lilia shifts, slowly pulling his fingers back from Malleus' mouth, releasing his hand from being so occupied. A small, soft, thoughtful hum escapes the smaller fae, as he drags his hand down Malleus' exposed front. Tracing his muscle, his abdomen - the space where their egg would form, would grow. Those three fingers continue to fuck his crying hole, spreading and curling inside of him to get him used to the sensation that his body already desired so dearly.
Finally, Lilia's other hand manages to get to his own pajama bottoms, tugging at them to shove them down, squirming to bring one leg up and out, then the other. The shorts quickly abandoned, off the bed and onto the floor. His fingers are then pulled out of Malleus.
Getting positioned between his legs, Lilia tugs his hoodie off then, letting it fal to the ground as well, before he focuses his attention back down on Malleus. The tip of his cock pressed to his soaking hole. His hips shift, dragging his cock between his cheeks, both to wet it somewhat and tease the boy, just for a moment. ]
Try to sit up a little, Malleus. You should be able to see, if you do. I want you to watch. This is a special moment -- our egg will be born from this.
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Date: 2025-01-29 04:52 am (UTC)his body could take a full-fledged beast as well as a much smaller, cunning fae. it'll do what it needs in order to give lilia what he wants. those muscles? they are capable of adapting. they have to be. if anything, it's more unusual that he's not taking that massive, regal form right now. instead he's there on his bed as normal as he can present himself, save for his glistening and tantalizing hole, already being stuffed with more fingers than before. that he arches his back and squeezes down on them again--- this time, with what feels like more slickening fluids coming out of him--- is probably a good sign. without all the proper lubrication, it would be hard to take anyone. his body craves whatever seed lilia can feed him.
malleus props himself up using his elbows. he does want to witness lilia fucking him. penetrating him. he can see that cock. he can feel it. the foreplay is killing him. he's staring, glaring, wanting nothing more than to watch it enter him. never in his life has he felt so obsessed with... breeding. will it happen again? what if he wants another clutch? more eggs, surrounded by more children. ones that bear qualities from both of them. will they be considered tainted? or perhaps blessings? malleus realizes he's drooling. spittle on the corners of his lips that he has to lick away. he feels cold. chilled to the core. ]
Our egg... yes, our egg. [ whispering hoarsely, saving energy. it's not like he's not without magic entirely. the dream... a dream that hadn't been his and perhaps, being carried through burgeoning maternal instincts, is swelling inside of him. ] Satisfy me and our child will be...
[ is he tearing up? a little. he's aching. sore. desperate. malleus feels fragile, like the baby dragon that burst through the shell, waiting to be free. to not be lonely. lilia's doing it again for him. they'll have another life to share between the two of them. that way... lilia won't have to leave him. right. maybe it all makes sense, the longer he thinks about it. ]
... our child will be beautiful. So do your best or your worst, but regardless, you will give me your all.
[ he expects nothing less. malleus quivers in anticipation. ]
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Date: 2025-01-30 01:35 am (UTC)He waits, patiently, as Malleus props himself up. Gives him a chance to speak, to think through all the feelings that must be welling up inside of him. There's an instinct for Lilia, one that tells him to cup Malleus' face, to adorn him with kisses and affection until he can't take it anymore. He knows better; knows he must wait, for the right moment, for this needed to come first. He needs to provide other things first.
It's with a nod that he agrees, a silent acknowledgement of what they both know. This would change history, wouldn't it?
His hips press forward, the tip of his cock pressing past that needy, hungry, drooling hole. It isn't as if he's small, for his size, but he's definitely not the largest that Malleus could take within him. It takes a short time before he's hilted inside of Malleus, completely connecting the two of them. His cock completely surrounded by those strong muscles that seem to threaten to milk him dry immediately. A shiver runs down his spine, a quiet little gasp escaping from the small fae. There was no going back now. Not with how his own dick was already leaking pre inside of him, not with the way his hips pull back and slam himself right back inside, with the pre-determined angle of someone who knew exactly what they were doing, aiming directly at the sensitive spots he'd sought out with his fingers.
He's damn lucky he's strong, with the way his hands move to grab onto Malleus' hips. The way that both of them slide down, behind his leg, grabbing his thighs and lifting his legs up, to bring his knees up further towards his chest, to bend him in towards himself. ]
As you wish, [ This position, too, allows him easier access to lean in and down, to press lips and fangs and tongue to Malleus' jaw. Small kisses easily fall to desperation, desire, as he pants against his skin, starting to find a harsh, quick pace with his hips. ] ... you will always have my all. Don't you know that?
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Date: 2025-01-31 12:14 am (UTC)even though he may seem cavernous to some extent already, it immediately tightens up. it flexes and seems to diminish very much like a vacuum-esque thing. if lilia thinks he's going to be having his way with malleus, he may find himself in a trap. something warm and wet and tight and... perhaps a little too dexterous? like his innards are beckoning, pulling him in. there's no way he'll be able to escape easily without leaving him something to digest. ]
I... I know. That doesn't mean I want to hear you give it. Promise me, as many times as I want to hear.
[ not like he's in any position to bargain. no--- malleus's steel-clad will is already molten and dripping, just like him. he could be convinced to do anything if it meant lilia continued to pleasure him. to fill him. to make him feel like this for as long as he wanted. is the heir to briar valley becoming a toy for a fae to use? perhaps.
especially when his legs are pushed up and out, splayed in a way that makes him look particularly whorish. his tongue lolls out of his mouth. with the angle that lilia's now taking, it's scraping him in a way that makes his entire body want to explode. and in a way, it does. he's already coming, dick spurting a mess onto his stomach. even the passage that lilia's fucking is seeming to react in the same way, though it's not even close to explosive. no. it's meant to keep anything that's in there already there. ]
No, no... I... nnnn... come on... you need to give me more than just your all!
[ or he might die. metaphorically. he's a ripe fruit needing to be plucked, after all. ]
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Date: 2025-01-31 06:07 pm (UTC)However... there's no mistaking that, somehow, their lives were intertwined, from the very day that Lilia had Malleus' egg pressed into his arms, made to promise to protect him despite his own wishes. That some of the magic and love that was used to finally hatch him had been from Lilia himself, that he'd never have survived without him. Their history was long and heavy, somehow culminating in this very moment. Fate might have had nothing to do with it, but what else could it be? ]
Alright, alright. As many times as you want, I will promise you again and again. Even once you're satisfied, I will keep promising myself to you.
[ Lilia's words are soft, spoken in a tone that was ever so slightly huskier than normal, voice rough with lust and need, as those muscles clamp down on him, making it so difficult to even thrust. He needs to use a little more energy, to fully slam his hips into Malleus', to watch his body react and fully make him his. While Malleus might be becoming a toy for him to use, Lilia was beholden to his desires and demands in the very same way. They're both made for the other's love, and...
The smaller lets out an amused, half gasped out laugh, as Malleus makes a mess of himself already, a he makes that demand. Fine- he can do more. He can adjust his own legs to lock his thighs under Malleus', to move his hands to shove them against the bed on either side of Malleus. His body bends forward as his hips collide with Malleus', allowing the smaller fae to press their bodies flush, not caring if that mess gets all over his own front as he presses his kisses further down, to his neck.
The harsh bite he gives isn't warned beforehand. Lilia finds a spot against his neck, parting his lips further and sinking his teeth in hard enough to break the skin, right at the moment where he's spilling over inside of Malleus -- but he isn't going to stop. No, he's going to keep thrusting through his own orgasm.
Malleus asked for more than his all, didn't he? So that's what he'd get, even if his cock was gripped so tightly, overwhelming his senses in a way that he's going crazy himself, barely able to hold it together as his fingers curl against the bedsheets. ]
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Date: 2025-02-02 04:46 am (UTC)but that's not just malleus' problem. no, it's lilia's problem too. everything that they do must be equally shared. when the horned fae struggles with the additional weight and the magic being drawn from him and into that egg, it's going to be lilia's to bear too. when the aches and pains from that heavy symbol of their love burdens him in a way that he's never felt before, it'll be lilia who will have to care for him. and equally so, malleus could shield him from the political scrutiny by threatening to maim whoever might get in their way. no doubt his grandmother will also offer her support; the fact there will be an heir in the first place should have the entire nation celebrating.
but until that void truly goes fulfilled, malleus needs to be filled. to the brim. to the point where he might burst.
lilia's all the way in. he might be the deepest he'll ever be in someone? but he won't have the chance to find out if there was anyone else as accommodating as malleus. no chance in heaven or hell that lilia would be allowed to fuck anyone else. how else could he claim him for his own, like a treasure in a den? those thoughts will have to sit on the backburner. right now, he has to be the one who gets claimed. the teeth against his skin, the ones that bite down, combined with that filling of warmth? yeah. it doesn't matter how much blood is spilled as long as whatever lilia gives him is even more. he can get away with being a mark. he'll allow it.
but the fae isn't stopping with his thrusting and malleus continues to moan and growl and keen and whine. ]
How often have you had the chance to partake of a dragon's blood, my little fae? [ malleus would've been reduced to moaning gibberish had he been any weaker in mind. instead? he can allow himself a few lashes with his words. ] You can have more than your own share, as long as you keep sharing with me.
[ two... no, three orgasms. how much stamina does lilia have??? how far does he think he can go? ]
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Date: 2025-02-12 08:50 pm (UTC)The love that the smaller fae holds for Malleus is overwhelming, overbearing. Complicated, in the ways it's supposed to be, in what it became and would continue to become. There's a heat that spreads, a heat that he's sure is coming from Malleus, pressing around him and spreading through his veins like they're on fire. His hips thrust, slamming into Malleus with a ferocity that can only be gotten by someone as strong and with as much stamina as him.
Hot blood; the soft tongue of the smaller fae presses against that wounded skin, as his grip loosens enough to allow him to sooth him with a gentle press of him. Taking in each and every drop, while lavishing Malleus in the attention he so craves. Dipping his head further, he presses the most careful kiss against his throat, near the wound he'd created, panting quietly against him with hot, quick breaths. ]
Less often than you'd think. A delicacy unlike any other, [ Lilia laughs, breathy and quiet. He's keeping a good pace, trying to hold himself back from a second orgasm of his own, trying to give Malleus a longer time between fillings, while still using his full strength to give him everything he desires, the fucking he deserves. ] Hah... you spoil me, my lord. I wonder where you learned to do that.
[ Finally, he lifts his head from Malleus' neck, to look up at his face. To see the look in his eyes, the expression he wears when getting fucked into the mattress. He should change up their position, at some point... but for now? He's content to look down on his prince, dragging his tongue across his blood stained lips with a hunger that's not yet sated.
With a hitch of his breath, his fingers curl harder, his pace becomes slightly more erratic - he's close again, and knows he needs to keep filling Malleus up. Otherwise, this would all be for naught. ]
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Date: 2025-02-15 08:49 pm (UTC)malleus groans. he whimpers. why is lilia holding back? maybe he is too tired. maybe he needs to be reminded where he is. who he is. that bite and the dimples of pain that blossomed from it for just a second or two, has faded but it still leaves a searing need to be bred. oh, his body needs it more than ever! doesn't he know? fae... dragons... hungry serpents like him, it'll never be enough. the natural desire to covet and wrap around, to keep everything within his grasp solely within his control, is too much.
words escape him. he can't think of a response. where did he learn how to spoil his lilia so much? perhaps with every breath, noting the kind of love he shared with others, begrudgingly or not. that he softened and let time smooth out those sharp, craggy peaks and watched them erode into something magnificent.
but he can arch his back. try to tighten, squeeze, continue to evolve in how his body treats lilia. it's not like his insides are used to reshaping themselves right now... finding new ways to draw him in. from practically sucking him in and tightening to rippling, quivering. adapting. that he thrusts his hips and shakes them and whines as another orgasm wracks his body--- weaker than the last, his nerves and muscles taut then releasing that tension. he must look pitiful. he knows it. but if it means getting lilia to give him more of his essence, then that's how it must be.
his cheeks are burning. his body is burning. there's another growing... pain... somewhere deep inside of him. he feels full but empty. perhaps... ]
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Date: 2025-05-06 08:05 pm (UTC)In the same vein, Lilia would pour every bit of himself into Malleus, including this. His essence, his fluids, his magic. Everything, anything that he desires. His wragged noises are difficult to make sense of, words finally failing him as he brings a single hand up to cup Malleus' face. To cradle his cheek in his hand, despite the struggling of his own body. He can feel it, the slight tug and pull of the inner workings of his body. The needy desire that's built into him through and through.
His next orgasm hits, harder than his last, as he buries his hips harshly into the younger fae, his opposite hand gripping down on his hip as if to keep him still, to hold them together in a way. There's more to it this time, more energy, more force, more pressure to get this right. He can feel the very small pull of his magic, intertwining with Malleus' and slipping briefly from his own body, to give a power to his seed. Something more, something needed, something for... well, if this takes, their egg would need just a little bit of magic to form, to grow stronger and fiercer than Malleus' own was.
With a shaky, shuddering breath, Lilia keeps himself positioned within Malleus, leaning down, pressing his lips to his briefly. One, then two, then four. Several little kisses are provided, a gentle reminder for Malleus to breathe, to focus, to stay here with him. ]
You are absolutely gorgeous.
[ Lilia murmurs this compliment, his voice quiet, eyes half-lidded. ]
My Lord, my Prince... mine.
[ And, with that shaky breath in, he moves to bury his face back against Malleus' neck, near completely and thoroughly exhausted.
But he could keep going, if it was the will of his Dearest. ]
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Date: 2025-05-07 11:04 pm (UTC)and then when it's seemingly over, lilia's words finally reaching him, his back being touched by a familiar pair of lips and a cheek and however the other fae needs to find rest after being so... so fatherly, the whimper escapes from his lips. ]
Yours... yours, yes. I am yours.
[ tears soon follow after. relief. the obvious biological fulfillment, of being fertilized and that egg that will receive all that nourishment is as pleasurable as the act of being fucked by lilia. perhaps this is why some dragon-fae are so inclined to have large families? he'll want more than one child, that's for sure. perhaps two. or five. they're going to be busy. it's what he wants. lilia's just going to have to deal. ]
I am sorry.
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Date: 2025-06-25 03:00 pm (UTC)Only when those tears begin does he lift his head, almost as if on instinct. His hand moves, coming up to cup Malleus' cheek all over again, thumb wiping at some of those little tears. It's nostalgic, in a way. ]
And what, pray tell, do you have to be sorry for?
[ His voice is quiet, gentle, trying to push through whatever thoughts were plaguing his liege's mind. It wouldn't do him any good to say he shouldn't be sorry. But asking? Asking should get to the root of it, so he can give the proper amount of affection and touch to wash away any and all worries of his.
Already, Lilia's fussing. Bringing a hand up, playing with a few strands of Malleus' hair. ]
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Date: 2025-06-26 04:24 am (UTC)[ the truth slips from his lips before he can stop himself, but why would he want to in the first place? there is a strange sensation in his body that malleus hasn't been able to understand before because he had never felt... gravid... before. even if it hasn't completely taken yet, it's a noticeable weight. one that he doesn't have to carry all by himself, as long as lilia stays by his side. ]
You being the father brings me a relief that I could not have with anyone else. So in a way, I am acting as an anchor. If that is selfish to the point of hurting you, I do not think I can bear it.
[ and yet, there he is. stuffed with lilia's seed and malleus' body growing accustomed to what the future will end up being for them both. ]
Do you know... do you know that you will need to continue feeding it, as well as me? Are you willing to do so?
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Date: 2025-08-01 09:02 pm (UTC)The dorm leader meeting today was mostly about inconsequential things. [ the fae murmurs, looking off to the side while he recounts the minutes of the monthly gathering. ] There are no upcoming on-campus festivals and fundraising activities are limited due to the midterms and break coming up.
[ and then he turns back so that he can face up, staring into lilia's eyes with a crinkle of a knowing smile curling them. ]
Kingscholar asked if I put on weight. I told him it was none of his business. I believe Shroud had an inkling of what may have transpired however, and he stared at me through his device the entire time.
[ a hand moves down so that he can touch his own chest, his stomach, and the noticeable bulge that makes him heavier. it's a weight that he can carry without issues, and one that he wears with pride. why wouldn't he? ]
I would put in a request that you share a room with me but I believe it would put too much attention on the both of us. Then again... would anyone truly interfere with our business?
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Date: 2025-08-01 11:34 pm (UTC)His hand rests against Malleus' head, carefully stroking his hair. He only pauses when the boy looks up to him, long enough to meet his eyes, offering a soft smile in return. ]
It truly is none of their business. If they're to judge you and I, it's on them to deal with the consequences, hm?
[ Pet pet pet. His fingers card through his hair again, before moving to carefully adjust the hair around his horns, making sure he was comfortable where he was laying.
Then, his fingertips trail against the edge of one horn idly, moving all the way up to the tip, before back down, slowly, to the base. ]
As for sharing a room... are you sure you could handle my late night gaming sessions? You need all the sleep you can get, my dear. You're sleeping for more than just you. [ A gentle tease is offered, alongside one of his signature fanged smiles, ]
I wouldn't worry about interference in our business. More, my habits are not the best. You've already had trouble adjusting to a diurnal schedule without me adding to it. That is not to say you're not welcome here, and you may request me to come to your room any evening.
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Date: 2025-08-02 06:23 pm (UTC)if anything, it made him more conscious of what he wanted. ]
Perhaps if I make it more clear... I need you by my side at almost all hours of the day. Without a taste of you, it becomes unbearable.
[ and now he's moving so that he can position himself on top of lilia, stretching out so he can press the other fae down against the mattress, immediately pressing his teeth against his chest and right above his nipple. ]
My habits might be worse than yours.
[ his voice is muffled but it's where he likes to be the most. it's hard not to want to claim lilia with bites, affectionate nibbles that could be visible depending on how fresh they are. but he is sweet and spicy and everything in between and it makes malleus' blood run hot when he does it.
so he does. a bite on a place he normally doesn't visit. still... it's a prelude to much more. ]
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Date: 2025-08-02 07:18 pm (UTC)Oh, the clarity given by those words makes him laugh. Not at Malleus, of course not, but at how spoiled he's become. ]
When have you not needed me at all hours, hm?
[ The small tease is offered, even as he adjusts his position to let himself be pressed down so thoroughly, his breath catching as he feels his teeth against him. He takes care to tuck some of the younger fae's hair behind a pointed ear, to allow him more space to press against him, to keep his mouth against his skin.
One of his legs hooks lazily around Malleus' body, in an attempt to press him even closer. He knows what may come next - the bite is no surprise to him. He allows the quiet noise that it draws from him to come out without an ounce of shame, his heartbeat picking up just slightly. ]
Alright then. It's settled. We shall request a change, then move me in with you as soon as we can. None shall question us. If they do, I'll handle it. You've no need to worry.
[ His hand slowly moves down, pressing against Malleus' neck, then his back, where his spine is. Those sharp back spines are traced, carefully, lovingly, adoringly. ]
How's that sound?
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Date: 2025-08-03 06:11 pm (UTC)Cannot think of a time... give me a few moments and maybe I will remember.
[ yes, as he spends seconds in between the spot where he bit and the next one. parallel to the other side. he leaves another nip there as well, the faint pin pricks of those sharp eye teeth and the blunts of the ones in between. he's not trying to lap up blood nor carve out flesh, but it's just the taste of lilia that drives him crazy. he's aching for more. there isn't a part of him that isn't throbbing. thrumming. he shivers. ]
But that sounds good. We will be able to sate ourselves whenever we wish. It is something we will both need.
[ just like malleus who moves lower. from lilia's chest to his stomach, where he licks around his navel. he moans softly into it as he darkens the skin around it with saliva. his eyelids flutter, eyelashes gracing that spot. ]
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Date: 2025-08-03 08:43 pm (UTC)Of course, there is always the lingering fear, of what may happen, what may become of them, once word gets out. This fear is held onto, but never focused on in moments like this. No, moments like this are what push those fears away, what allows him to focus deeper on Malleus rather than the possibilities that may never become a reality. ]
I need far less than you do, [ Lilia teases, arching his back as if to make it easier for Malleus, ] for you have always been quite needy, you know.
[ Despite his teasing, he does clearly need him. Want him. His fingers trace one of those pointed horns again, his other hand coming down to stroke his hair, to encourage him further. His body shudders, lightly, under the feeling of those eyelashes against his skin.
A quiet noise is made, as he arches further, squirms under him. Even with his protests, his attempts to make it out as if he was not the one in need, he absolutely was reacting to Malleus, to his need, in turn. ]
Mm... how do you wish to have me tonight? Are you going to run me ragged?
[ Annnnd another tease. He wouldn't be Lilia if he didn't tease and taunt, gently. ]
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Date: 2025-08-04 10:17 pm (UTC)When the heat strikes, it strikes with furor. How can I ignore its call when every inch of me quivers for you?
[ perhaps if they continue to mate, by the time that lilia needs to depart for good then malleus will be ready to go too. they will have many offspring, some reflecting the bat and some the dragon, and they will always be represented by a mixture of curiosity and playfulness. strength and flexibility. horns and wings and impish smiles and a fiery breath and disposition at times.
but until then? it's not just love that he wants from lilia. no. he needs something far more simple than that.
another bite, another nip around his stomach. his side. his hip, and then he moves further down and in. his horns could almost poke the other fae in the belly while malleus pulls down anything that might get in his way. he drags his tongue against lilia's inner thigh while he grabs the other's dick and lifts it so he can cover the rest of his privates with a tongue looking to explore. ]
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Date: 2025-08-04 11:45 pm (UTC)As much as Malleus craves him, Lilia can easily recognize the feeling of want, the desire, the urges flooding his body. Not only does he want to please Malleus, but he wants to feel him, to be adored by him in the same ways that he would offer him. ]
Mmm... I would not wish for you to have to ignore any desire you may have.
[ And in turn, Lilia makes another quiet noise. As one inner thigh is lavished in that same attention, he brings his other leg up to rest his inner knee against Malleus' shoulder, using this position to make himself more accessible, more easy to touch, to see, to feel, to taste.
He's already half hard, by the time Malleus' hand is grabbing him, moving him to get more access. His heel presses in against the middle of his back, his hand continuing it's careful caress of his horn, of his hair. ]
It would be pointless-- mhh, [ He's distracted, his hips lifting slightly into the feel of his tongue, a soft noise slipping past his lips, as one fang worries at his lip to try and keep himself a bit more quiet. ] ... to say I don't understand the feeling, when you get me so thoroughly needy.
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Date: 2025-08-06 04:52 pm (UTC)he only breaks away to respond, though he's practically salivating over where he knows he's going next. ]
I will not. While I would like to say I can be quite strong and tenacious, around you... I see no reason to bury those needs.
[ in fact, it was lilia who last buried his need into malleus, which is why they are where they are right now.
he takes another breath in, lilia's scent stuck in his head. the color in malleus' cheeks are blazing red, a stark contrast the rest of his complexion. he brushes back some of his bangs to tuck behind one of his ears before he raises his head and presses his lips against the tip of lilia's cock. the one he's been holding in place, his hand sliding down to the base while his mouth envelops the head, pushing down around it with a wet pop. ]
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Date: 2025-09-01 09:00 pm (UTC)It's when Malleus tucks his bangs behind his ears and presses his lips to that sensitive area that Lilia gasps out again, lifting his hips slightly in return, as if trying to follow the affection, the touch, the everything.
His hand ends up shifting further down against Malleus' hair, gathering some of it as if to keep it from his face. To keep some modicum of control, or at least pretend he was in control throughout this moment. Both of them know that isn't the case though, right? He whines, his head craning back against the pillow, his back arching up as if he could force himself further into Malleus' mouth with just that one movement. ]
Malleus--...
[ The other fae's name falls from his lips, a statement and an admittance of weakness all in one, if the way his breathing becomes heavy is any indication. ]
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Date: 2025-09-04 04:05 am (UTC)malleus sighs. he huffs, breathing in and out through his nose to keep his mouth nice and warm and moist. doing anything else might break the seal he's got, the one that is tight around that shaft between his lips. he wants to hear his name again and again, whispered and shouted and cried out and everything in between. so how does he do that? easy.
he reaches up, firmly anchoring his hands against lilia's waist. no way he's going to do things himself! no... malleus is the one in control even if he's not actually in control. he's going to drain his mate dry, just like a vampire bat might! how appropriate.
the dragon moves slowly and deliberately. that he slowly takes lilia deeper into his mouth, tongue gliding alongside the skin, teeth just barely scraping the sides... he's savoring every second. he wants to torture lilia, make him suffer in the most pleasurable way possible. drive him crazy. ]
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Date: 2025-09-14 07:00 am (UTC)Besides, Malleus tends to surprise him when he least expects it. Might as well let him have this, to let him hold that torch and have his fire fanned and burst. It's fun, too, to play the 'weaker' one, to let Malleus have his fun.
As those hands anchor onto his waist, Lilia lets out a quiet whine, soon cut off by the harsh breath he sucks in, as he's taken deeper. As that tongue wets his skin further, as Malleus slowly takes him. His fingers curl harder against that hair he's holding, his chest heaving with the gasping, pleased little noise he lets out. ]
You're... not just going to tease me now, are you Malleus?
[ He eggs the younger on, although he isn't making any moves to change their positioning, the power dynamic of the moment between them. ]
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Date: 2025-09-16 01:52 pm (UTC)tease him? no, he's going to eat him up. devour him. make lilia empty himself into his mouth and against his tongue and into his stomach. he loves how he's reacting--- that too is being gobbled up. how he flexes and twitches and whines... his partner is way too cute for him. doesn't matter how old or experienced one might get, it's obvious how genuine those little reactions are.
with half-lidded eyes, he looks up at lilia and slowly draws completely off of his dick. an audible 'pop' comes with that suction suddenly releasing. ]
Me? Tease you? I would never.
[ and then without hesitation, he goes right back down to sucking that cock. that he doubles the pressure, the desire welling up inside of him. after all, he's hungry. he forces himself to slide up and down, debasing himself by forcing lilia to fuck his mouth. ]
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Date: 2025-09-22 05:40 am (UTC)It's near impossible to think of a reply. The way Malleus doubles down is enough to make his body spasm, to make him cry out shamelessly. Yet another sound for Malleus to lap up, to take in with pride.
There isn't even a need to move on his own. His body being led, his legs wrapped tight around Malleus, his hands both now grasping his hair, one of his horns- wherever he could manage.
Really, he's spilling over way faster than he'd ever anticipated. His hot seed filling his prince's mouth, all but proving whose he was, in that moment.
He's panting, trying to catch his breath, to steady himself when everything is just so much, due to his dearest mate against him.
Is he gripping too hard? Are his legs around him pressing in against him in a way that was too harsh? Lilia knows Malleus can take it, but he forces himself to ease up a little, his gaze distracted as he looks down to the younger. ]
Hah...
[ Yeah, no, he can't think for words yet. ]
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Date: 2025-09-27 01:41 am (UTC)malleus doesn't really feel how tightly lilia is squeezing him--- whether it's fingers in his hair or those thighs squishing his cheeks to the point where they're probably enabling malleus to stay like this? it's obvious that lilia probably doesn't want him to go either. but why would he.
his eyes haven't gone anywhere so when lilia does look down? his gaze fixes right upon him.
as much as it pains him to finally let go, he does with another resounding pop and smack of his lips. he runs his tongue over them before finally addressing him. ]
More.
[ and then he grins. ]
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Date: 2025-09-28 02:45 pm (UTC)Of course he does. Lilia is, after all, just as insatiable as Malleus.
So when the younger removes his mouth, comes off him with such a clear sound, he has to choke back a greedy little whine. ]
More...? [ He nods, maybe a bit too quickly. ] You can have more of me, dearest.
[ His words, breathless as they are, still hold that sweetness, that love, that adoration, as his thumb continues to caress that horn of his, as his other hand gently pushes hair from his face, holds his cheek for just a moment. ]
I want more of you, too. To be thoroughly exhausted by you, to let your whims have their way with me.
[ Lilia shifts, enough to adjust his leg positions against Malleus, moving one around him, under his shoulder rather than over, his heel soon pressing in against his lower back. Clearly, trying to gently bring him closer. In what way? Hard to tell. Lilia's mostly just full of desperation and need, a greedy little bat despite just releasing so heavily. ]
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Date: 2025-10-02 09:39 pm (UTC)Then allow me to take you as I should. As you should expect.
[ even when he's got a mess on his face, on his lips, of which he's more than happy to share the remnants of as he kisses lilia's mouth as he positions himself now back on top. that he can position himself, despite having a stomach that presses through an unbuttoned shirt, neatly in between the other's legs. he was just there after all. ]
Though I may be gravid, I am more than capable of continuing to pleasure you using everything at my disposal. Besides--- you deserve this as much as I do.
[ already erect and throbbing, he takes no time in positioning himself. after all he's aching to get rid of that source of tension too. ]
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Date: 2025-10-04 06:13 am (UTC)The kiss is returned, greedily, messily, before he breathes out a careful, soft little whine as he feels Malleus work on positioning himself. Without the proper preparation, it might ache a little, especially with the sheer difference in their size, but-
Lilia laughs, quiet and sweet. ]
I deserve it, don't I? To be spoiled by you as much as I spoil you.
[ Raising his hips just slightly, he drags his hand down against Malleus' bare back, nails digging in as he does, without an ounce of shame or hesitance. ]
Come on then. Show me what you're capable of.
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Date: 2025-10-24 02:52 pm (UTC)a heavy exhale, the faintest traces of smoke leaving his nostrils and his mouth as he slowly begins to press inside of lilia. he's snug. warm and tight. the head of his cock fits but he isn't sure if it's his size that's making the experience more of a stretch than usual, or if the fae beneath him is just like that all the time? it feels like it's been a while since they've fucked like this.
another breath and he sighs in relief. ]
You know exactly what I can do.
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Date: 2025-10-28 04:00 am (UTC)Malleus--...
[ The name is gasped out, as he drops his head back further against the pillow behind him. It's a tight fit for sure, and yet he finds himself squirming, lifting his hips slightly as if to meet him, to help get all of him inside. ]
Don't hold back, [ he adds, although he's sure Malleus won't. He knows this boy, knows how easily he'll fall in line with instinct rather than logic. That's what he's counting on - what he needs. ]
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Date: 2025-11-09 05:21 am (UTC)instead? he's simply in the mindset of never wanting to be without lilia. ]
You are... all I ever need...
[ panting loudly, tongue peeking out from between his lips, trembling while he chases after an orgasm that is coming sooner rather than later. ]
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Date: 2026-01-12 09:16 pm (UTC)His hips roll up against him, in an attempt to match his pace. He's already close to his own orgasm, though he has a bit of a higher tolerance than Malleus. ]
And you--- you're all I need,
[ He murmurs back, unable to keep from moaning quietly, one hand wandering further down to grasp at his hip, his waist, to urge him on. ]
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Date: 2026-01-13 04:36 am (UTC)it doesn't take more than a few thrusts and he's spilling deep inside of lilia. it's a grumble and a grunt and a huff that escapes his nostrils as smoke. open mouth panting reveals that slender, serpentine tongue of his... inhuman and making its appearance during moments of lapsed focus.
but he's coming. he's filling his mate the way that he loves to be filled. part of him already wishes to be fucked again. so much of him has those urges beating an impossible-to-ignore drum. ]
Then... I will give you all of myself. Time and time again, until there is only us.