Malcolm

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Aias does this thing when he really wants something. He goes blank.

He was reluctantly expressive on a good day, but when he was purposefully conscious of how he wanted to be portrayed, he took a pair of scissors to his own strings and snipped them, leaving himself limp and empty instead.

Aias had gone from annoyed to impassive the moment Wequie suggested tying his magic to me. That had been my sole warning.

“You appear frightened,” he notes from the end of the bed. He sits right at its edge with one leg folded under him and a hand propped behind his back. It is the most relaxed I believe I have ever seen him.

“Wary,” I correct cautiously. I resist the urge to squirm beneath his unblinking gaze. “You haven’t spoken much since Wequie left.”

“Neither have you.”

“I’m the one with an incubus’s magic in my veins. What is your excuse?”

Aias’ lips split, the first hint of something other than raw lust to surface.

With how many years I have shared with Wequie, one would assume I’d have grown accustomed to his magic by now. I thought I had, but the number of times I had actually allowed that magic to influence me was finite, so it was hardly familiar.

Raw energy runs rampant beneath my veins like lightning bolts spearing anxiously into supple barriers. My nails dig into my palms as I try to contain the torrent of need. It wants out, to be acknowledged if not released, but only one creature can see to that now.

Aias’ eyes flick up from my clenched fists, golden irises blazing before he suddenly bounds into action. He crawls up the length of his bed, the one he’d deposited me onto the moment Wequie was gone and out of earshot, and stops to hover over me.

I blink up at him, compelled to be still and wait for whatever he means to do to me, and that comes by no influence of magic. Only my swelling desire to please him.

“Did you know my meeting him would obstruct my day and keep me here?” He prods with his gaze pinned on my lips. I frown as my arousal wavers, as rattled by his question as the almost flippant manner in which he asks it.

“No,” I reply slowly. “I just wanted you to stay a little longer.”

Aias finds my eyes again, and his flick between mine just twice before he hums. On his next breath, he sinks a hand beneath my trousers’ waistband and takes hold of my straining cock.

“For what is to come, you only need to tell me to stop, and I will.”

My breath hitches while the struggle to remain still becomes apersonalisedbattle. “I know.”

“Can I trust you to be honest with me if it came to it?” He asks while he palms my length with cruel slowness. “To tell me to stop with your words?”

“Yes.” The answer rushes out of me as hurriedly as I know my pleas soon will. His eyes glint. “I’ll be honest.”

The look in his eyes does not falter, and I do not get the chance to glimpse if it does because he suddenly withdraws. I whine, ready to protest until I feel the fingers that hook over the band of my bottoms.

He tugs, and I lift my hips before there is even a chance of him encountering resistance. Aias strips me of my bottom half before he rises to rid me of the rest of it. I’m naked within the minute, and covered before the next as he drapes himself over me and steals my lips.

I thought to count it at first— the number of kisses I would come to have from him.

I thought it would be no more than ten, and that that would span over the weeks before he decided he’d wearied of me and this arrangement we were entertaining, but I stopped counting somewhere around twelve just three days after the first.

Aias’ mouth razes mine, nipping like the nails he digs into my hips. I gasp into his mouth and leave them parted for him. He groans before he delves in, his clothed hips rocking against my bare ones as he forces my legs wider.

Beneath the hidden seams of my body, lust finds those whirring bolts of energy, sparking to life as they are teased with pleasure. It mounts my own, bringing back the need I’d had to douse when Wequie had stopped what we started this morning.

My cock strains against his, leaking already as I try to keep up with the elf sprawled atop me. Where his kiss then had been soft and slow, this one is rushed, almost rough, and it comes paired with the rasp of his fingers crawling up my sides. They soon slide up my neck, feather-like, while his teeth almost draw blood, but before he can, his lips free mine just enough to allow his fingertips to take their place.

I stare into heavy silvered eyes and answer the command he does not need to give.

My mouth wraps around his fingers, sucking the very way I’d learned to suck his cock, and as Aias draws in a quiet breath, I slide my tongue between their ridges. He watches, chest heaving against mine while I wet his fingers as best as I can.

There is only one reason he would want this from me, and I was desperate in a way words could never portray to finally have him touch inside.

When my jaw aches and my cheeks strain, Aias withdraws his sopping fingers. His heavy eyes survey them before he swallows and sits up without a word. Those fingers find my hole a second later, and the pleasure rattling beneath my skin springs to the surface.

I shiver, arching as nerves too long denied are stroked. He pets me as he did in the kitchen, and it is already enough to make me spill, but then he pushes in.

He does not make a spectacle of it, does not stretch out my already-blatant suffering. Aias presses one of his fingers into my hole, and I stare blankly at the ceiling above as magic denies me the right to cum.

I hear him gasp, as if he is the one being breached. He curls his finger, grazing against my insides as he drives it deeper, and this time, the gasp is shared.

I want to cum. The gods know that I do, and I would have already if not for the silent magic that shutters my pleasure, keeping it locked beneath the surface.

“Oh.”

In a daze, my eyes find his again. Aias stares down at me while his finger slowly works inside, prodding at nerves that leave me twitching already. It’s worse with his than with my own. The weight of him accompanies his touch, and that will always be my undoing.

“You would have taken your pleasure by now, wouldn’t you?” I had forgotten he was speaking. I blink with effort to focus my thoughts on his words. “It is working.”

He says it with such glee that my stomach tightens, my early wariness returning, but it’s too late. Not truly. It would only take one word, but the last thing I want to do is stop the way Aias is looking at me, or the feel of his finger bottoming inside of me.

I clench around him and hoard the look of pleasure that blooms across his face.

Wequie’sspell on me had been a simple one. I would not cum until Aias said I could.

The moment he had made the request had felt damning and equally dreadful, but Aias had not let another pass before he’d made it known that it was not because he was annoyed with my lack of control. It was rather the opposite.

“It is in part to make it difficult for you,” he’d said, purposefully impartial to how Wequie squealed with delight at the proposition. “But it is also to stem the temptation.”

“Temptation of what?” I’d asked.

Aias blinked at me as if I’d spoken in gibberish and frowned an inch beforeunravellingme wholly. “To fuck you, Malcolm.”

Aias frowns again while he surveys me, his long finger still stroking inside. “You really do not self-lubricate.”

My brows twitch as so many questions spawn within my head, but they all slip away as I watch Aias’ free hand dip inside his loose silks to fish out his cock.

My mouth waters, and I am already begging as I stare at the length of him. “Please,” my breath catches as I clench around his finger. “Please, Aias.”

The corner of his lips twitches, the hint of the smile vanishing before he strokes himself, and it takes me too long torealiseit’s not for his own pleasure. The finger inside of me slips out a second before the one dripping with hisprecumsinks inside.

“Oh Gods,” I groan, tensing as he curls it, pressing already against the spot that makes stars dance in front of my eyes. My cock twitches, stirring with the effort to cum, but while my pleasure runs free, my release is tied to the man kneeling before me.

I stare at him while he opens me, as gentle here as he always is with new things.

Aias chuckles, the sound the only one he releases while he focuses on me. It’s strange how he does that— how giving he is in bed despite his own desires. I had other bed partners who preferred to give pleasure first, even if they didn’t have the same compulsion to serve as I did, but they’d never been like him.

Aias was as hard as I was, but while magic kept me bound from finding my release, his was by his own decision. He sat there, a study of masculinity and beauty, and did nothing to soothe his dripping cock, opting to do everything to abate my desire instead.

“Another.” It rasps out of me like a prayer as he prods relentlessly at the bundle of nerves that already serves him.

“Another?” He mocks, one thin brow rising with interest. “This morning, you asked for just one. Now, you demand another.”

“Yes.”

He laughs again, the sound its own aphrodisiac to my twitching cock. “No.”

“Aias.”

“Malcolm,” he whispers with a grin so wicked, it displays almost every one of his sharp teeth. “I said no.”

His finger glides from me, but just long enough for him to wet them with his cock. My chest tightens, and for a moment, I hope. Ihopeandpraythat he’s changed his mind, but then one finger returns and with it, Aias’ cruel smile.

I arch, my body swallowing the lone digit it’s given while arousal boils beneath the wall that refuses to even crack. My suffering is already immense, but then he dips low to nip at my throat.

“It is not that I want to deny you,” he whispers against my skin. “I am just making it last.”

Those words do not make sense to me. They might, if my mind was right, but Aias ensures that it is not as he opens me slowly and marks me with fleeting bites and kisses that soften me in my own skin.

“W-When,” I stammer, breathless and already sweating. I can not even wait for a response. “Pleasen-ahh.. now. Aias, now.”

Aias does not reply, he only continues his patient claim with his lips while his single finger opens my hole for him. It’s as methodical as it is maddening, and he leaves me no choice but to endure the pleasure that comes of it.

“Pliant,” he murmurs against my skin. “You give with no resistance.”

My mind focuses on the nudge of my nerves and does not relent until he pauses. I swallow, working through the fog to give him an answer. “I… don’t want to.”

Aias does not continue immediately. He remains poised atop me for long enough that I fear that I have somehow ruined this. That the truth was not the oasis it was said to be, but then his thumb finds the space beneath my balls, and my eyes cross as he presses down.

“I think we are to have quite an enjoyable night tonight, Malcolm,” he whispers with so much care while he strokes me from the inside out.

“A-Aias. Oh Gods, Aias,” I moan as I rock into his touch. “Please, can I cum? Please let me.”

“No,” he whispers, and my heart breaks.

“Please!” I strain, twisting beneath him, but there is nowhere to go. “Please. Please. Please.”

“No,” he replies with the same infuriating calm that only adds to the arousal, dragging my mind deeper under. “If I do, then you won’t stop, and I intend to have you properly stretched before I let you make a mess of yourself.”

Heat engulfs me, rushing up from between my legs to burn the skin in my face, and Aias hums as he follows the path with his tongue. “Ashamed again,” he muses. “But not of the way you spread your legs for me every time.”

My chest tightens and clogs, threatening to burst. There is annoyance and hurt, but more than anything, satisfaction that threatens to free my soul from its confines to find his.

“Try asking for something else,” he suggests, amused as he continues his toying. “I might grant it.”

I don’t hesitate. “One more.”

Aias’ answeringtskis followed by a pleased hum. “If you were on your own, you would have three stuffed within you by now, wouldn’t you?”

He strokes inside of me, faster now, more insistent, and I can not think.

“Malcolm,” he coaxes.

“Yes,” I reply and submit in one. Embarrassment finds me again, but it serves only as gasoline to my scorching desire. “Yes, I would.”

Aias leaves me to steep in the truth while he nips the skin beneath my jaw before nuzzling it. He settles in, the gesture devastatingly softamidstall the torture. “How badly you want another,” he muses softly. “I wonder how you’ll beg for my cock when it comes time.”

My fangs split my lip as I close my eyes.

I had been doing a great job of not thinking about that. Whenever the thought arose, I batted it away with the knowledge that I was not strong enough to function while entertaining it. I would succumb to the carnal desperation inside of me that churned each time I slipped, and that could not happen. And yet here Aias was, dangling it over my head.

His finger slips from me, and I greedily claim the moment to right myself while my eyes remain as tightly sealed as my lips, but then two fingers are pushing in.

I open them, and there is only golden light above.

Aias stares down at me and watches as his slick fingers sink inside of me.

It’s terrifying how easy they do it, how my body just opens with no resistance. Worse, the way the world fizzles out around me as the familiar feeling of fullness quiets my mind. This was usually where the pleasure overflowed, my orgasm cresting whether I wanted it or not.

This time, it remains locked behind Aias’ unspoken restrictions, and so there is only devastating caged pleasure that destroys me.

“Aias.” It is a cry as pathetic as the way I find myself clinging to him. I should not. I always fear that I will spook him, but I need to hold something—him— so I do, and pray he won’t end this here.

Aias lifts me with more strength than he should possess, settling on his haunches with me in his lap. It’s a position we frequent more and more, and one I adore. I sit above him and stare into his eyes while he does the same.

“Tell me—” he whispers as he works his two fingers inside before dragging them out to my rim and tugging, “are you enjoying this, Malcolm?”

I see him through blurred eyes while my hole pulses around his fingers, clenching desperately for what he withholds. It suspends me above a mountain of pleasure, but this in itself is better than anything I have ever known.

“Yes,” I hear myself reply. I barely recognise my own voice.

I watch him smile andmemorisethe contours of his face while he continues to tug, stretching my hole, forcing it to cling to him. “Yes…” he echoes.

I whimper, throat straining as the binds inside of me pull tight. I part my lips to give him whatever else is missing, but my mind remains empty. Aias frowns, and my heart sinks. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, eyes falling from his as a sudden chill takes me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want to—”

He kisses me, silencing the plea before I can finish. The cold eases and then disappears entirely when his fingers shove back in, reacquainting me with the pleasure that renders me limp in his arms. His tongue slides over mine while he prods the bundle of nerves that leaves my cock twitching between us.

I make sounds I am not familiar with, ones that I can hardly believe are my own, but they keep coming as he strokes my insides, refusing to give even as my orgasm evades me. It swells and drags me under, drowning me in pleasure greater than I’ve ever known, but it never crests.

I rock above him, trying to get more and escape him in equal measure until I can not take it anymore.

I rise, using what little strength remains in my thighs to lift myself. I don’t manage more than a set of inches before Aias’ free hand finds my waist and drags me back down. His cock brushes mine, and I have a moment of bliss before his gritted warning seals me in place. “Stay.”

How can something so damning sound so heavenly?

My brain tries to reboot as a fresh type of pleasure finds me, one that focuses not only on what he denies me, but that word— ‘stay’. Aias wanted me to stay with him.

I rock my hips again and do not try to leave, only trying to take him deeper, even as he stretches me open with little regard for mercy. I grind us together, focusing on quickening his already rushed breaths by teasing his cock with mine.

Aias groans his pleasure as I try my best to please him, but I barely manage a rhythm before he lies down and leaves me to straddle him. He stares up at me, eyes alight. “Stroke yourself.”

It takes me too long torecognisethe command.

“I want to watch,” he states unabashedly while the fingers not curled deep inside of me spread over my thighs.

A plea hovers on my tongue with many others waiting to follow. I have arguments, some that just might work, but I will never know because I wrap my shaking fingers around my cock without a word and give Aias what he wants.

“Shun,” he rasps, but it barely sounds over the pounding in my head.

I splay a hand over his chest while with the other, I stroke faster. My mind rattles between my fist and his fingers, and soon, I’m rocking atop him to meet them both. I work my hips down, rolling as I fuck myself on his fingers.

He wants to watch, so I give him something to watch even as the threads of my sanity come undone.

“Malcolm…” he whispers, my name something reverent from his lips.

In my veins, there’s a blazing urge to cum, to break the knot keeping me bound in a way I have never been, but it pales in comparison to the look in Aias’ eyes as he stares up at me.

“Please,” I beg, though it’s blending— all the things I want from him. To cum, his fingers, his cock, a kiss… I groan as I bear down on his fingers, chasing the edge of an orgasm I know I won’t find on my own.

Aias badgers my prostate, and the bliss is a near-damning respite to the sting of denial. “Another?”

“Y-Yesnghh!” I cry out, splaying my knees further apart for him.

“Hungry pisen,” he whispers. My mind snags on that word through the fog. It’s familiar, but the loose hold disappears within the next moment as Aias traces my hole with a third finger before he pushes it in.

I stutter over him, body jerking to a stop as the pressure builds. It’s a tight fit, not as easy as the first two. I have to give– to break a little, and I soon do as his finger works its way inside and finds that tender place.

A soft sound creeps past my lips as he stretches me, opening me for a cock he plans to deny me. I topple, my body rushing towards an orgasm that already ripples within me, roaring high beneath the surface. My fist flies over my cock, stroking faster, but nothing comes out— the wave doesn’t crash.

My cock remains hard, my desire unanswered.

I meet his gaze again. My view of him is blurred, and it shakes just as my body trembles with the force of my denied orgasm.

“A-Aias,” I sob as he quickens his lazy pace. “Aias,” I repeat, calling his name over and over.

There’s nothing but him. Nothing but his fingers inside of me, his eyes on me, the weight of his desire for me that feels like a dream.

“Ythene,” he curses. His pace is torturous, somewhere between rough and not fast enough. He slips his fingers from inside me before he flips us, and I whimper from the loss, but then his lips are at my shoulder, kissing softly as he sinks into the space between my legs.

I thought I broke before, shattering at his feet like porcelain. I thought I was already drowning in the ecstasy. I was so wrong.

Aias’ cock nudges at my hole, and my mind shatters.

My pleas pour out of me with reckless abandon as I arch under him, trying to encourage him inside. The pressure beneath my skin turns vicious, and Aias makes sure it remains so as he presses a tender kiss to my lips.

“Aias—”

“Spill.”

My eyes cross as my barriers shatter, breaking the lock ofWequie’smagic. My orgasm slams into me, and there is no way of preparing for it. One moment, there is soaring pleasure bubbling beneath my skin, and the next, it bursts free and I’m cumming so hard I can’t see.

My cock spills between us, twitching as it coats his cock and mine with cum. Aias groans, rocking to tease me further with his cock, and that just stretches it on. While my cock spills, inside my body tightens, hole clenching around the ghost of his fingers, so desperately wanting more.

Aias kisses me through it, his lips soft and seeking while I crumble beneath him. He whispers words to me, things I can not hear or understand, but I follow them nevertheless, my mind as needy for him as the rest of me. And it goes on, and on, threatening to never stop.

When it does, there is no strength left in my body, no thoughts in my head. There is simply the distant weight of him, the prickling tease of his skin on mine, his warmth snared around me and his lips, still razing over mine while he whispers words in a tongue I do notrecognise.

It is not until he steals a ribbon of my cum and brings it between our lips that I hear the word I’ve felt him ghost across my lips the most.

“Perfection.”

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…need that

Thoughts???????

Thoughts on this smutty fest?? On finally seeing what Wequie’s magic had them doing????? On Malcolm getting all the attention he be craving???? 

tbh, when I originally wrote this scene, I thought they’d have fucked by now looool, and they did in the extra I wrote years ago, but their book itself has been much slower and intimate so I like them stopping here cause if they went any further under any sort of ‘influence’ that would’ve felt crazy to me.

That being said, I know Wequie is somewhere high as a fucking kite feeding off of these two and Lincoln and Kalem too lmfaooooo

You can expect another chapter much sooner. I’ll be aiming to update both books this coming week (most likely), so keep an eye out for updates!!! 

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