[ 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: 2025-02-15 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?