[ 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?
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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?