WARNING: THE TWO CHARACTERS WE HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOVE ARE ABOUT TO DO EGREGIOUS THINGS!!! THEY ARE ABOUT TO FUCK!!!!!! 

YES FUCK!!!!! SO GUARD YOUR LOINS!!!!!

ALSO: I IMPLORE YOU TO LISTEN TO THE SONGS ESPECIALLY, OR NAH CAUSE… WHEWWWWW

I recommend playing Wanna be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys until you see the 💦 then switch to Or Nah by Ty Dolla Sign

They’re in my Aiasthlyn spotify playlist! –

Lastly – new elven word:

Ohra – very crude word that matches fuck, but it is very dirty

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Aiasthlyn

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It is an effort not to go to him immediately. More than it was to send him ahead on his own instead of leading the way, but it was responsible, and I had to be responsible.

At least for the start of it.

The evening winds press against the windows, testing the glass the very way my desires do my mind as it centres around him.

He is at a distance, in an entirely different set of rooms, and yet, I feel him— sense his movements as though I am watching him make them. We are attuned in that way now, webbed by the strings we had sewn and then tied between his soul and mine.

It makes him a living presence in my mind, a collection of pretty smiles and abundant joyfulness that gathers at the very front of it and renders me a version of myself that only knows how to yearn for one creature.

The winds skitter over the roofing above, trying its best to press inside. I take a deep breath.

Walking the length of my room, I manage each of my breaths until they calm. When the winds outside do the same, I palm the edges of my silks. They are similar to the ones I often wore to sleep, only the ones I wear tonight are new and the closest shade to his eyes that I could find in this realm.

It is inadequate, of course. Nothing close to the fineries I would have gathered if we were in my realm, but my resources in this one were finite, and I did not have enough time to make up for them. But that would not hinder me from making what I did have suit his desires.

Malcolm had said that he did not want to make a spectacle of the whole affair, only to feel comfortable, and I would make certain that he was, and that it was also good for him. Though it would be far more than just ‘good’.

When it was over, and my Malcolm was filled with me, no other would be able to satisfy him. Not even himself. I would not permit it.

My pisen was mine and mine alone.

Tracing his steps with my own, I wait for the moment that he will settle while I continue to manage the longing burning at my core. It had always been there, a growing flame I could contain, but since the night we spent together, it has become an inferno that refuses to be tamed.

It was hearing pyro fall from his lips.

Hearing his vision of us in the future in waters unknown.

Witnessing the smile spread across his face when I stopped my pitiful resistance, and finally gave in to what we both knew to be an inevitability.

All of it had sealed my fate, and ensured that it was forever tied to my Malcolm.

I had waited for the guilt to rise afterwards, and tear at my consciousness with its barbed edges until I was reminded of my shortcomings, but it never came.

For once, there was no guilt, and no shame either.

There was nothing but the blissful peace that fell upon me like a weighted blanket when Malcolm had called me pyro, and it was yet to waver.

I could not recall the last time anything had made me feel.

There was the crown, then the title of Ythene’s Protector and this damned Charge, and I had gotten used to carrying it, always, and being each of those things, but hearing pyro from my pisen’s lips had pushed that all aside.

The moment he spoke it, my mind had emptied itself and left space only for him.

So there was no guilt, and there was no shame. What there was, was the desire that refuses to be tamed now that I know I will soon have him.

It is a torrent now, one I am ill-suited to manage. It soon encourages the winds to gather again.

I curse, but before I can tame them, Malcolm settles, and they fall as still as my steps.

He quiets in his rooms, coming to a stop in one place where he waits for me, and I do not tarry.

I go to him, not slowing even as my glamour begins to contort. It strains as my magic does under my hand, and it is a blessing from Ythene alone that it does not fail me as I reach my pisen’s doors, and permit myself to enter.

Cocoa fills my nose, and ignites my senses anew as my eyes hone in on him.

Malcolm sits at the edge of his wide bed, but he rises instantly to present himself. Excitement glitters within his warm eyes as he smiles at me, but I forget to return it or anything else for that matter as my gaze drifts lower.

A fissure forms in my glamour.

He wears a robe. A short, emerald green silk robe and nothing else.

It stops at the centre of his thighs, tightens where a thin sash loops around his waist, and billows above the opening at his chest.

It is a scrap of fabric in comparison to all the muscled flesh it is tasked with covering, and a direct attack on my sanity.

“I did not want to wait wearing nothing,” he explains in the face of my silence. He smiles warmly as he curls a finger around the edge of it. “And you like silk.”

I used to like silk.
What I felt towards the material now felt vastly inappropriate.

Malcolm shifts slightly, a spell of nervousness entering his gaze, and I force myself to speak to get rid of it.

“The band appears to be late.”

It takes him a moment, but when understanding dawns, it is as though the sun is brought down from the heavens. He lights up and laughs loudly, and the world is made better for it.

I did not usually make such a concerted effort with humour. It came where it did, but after the first time I had caused him to laugh, I found myself chasing the result again.

“Sadly,” he chuckles around his smile, “which is a shame because I was looking forward to it.”

“Me as well,” I muse before I step forward. His eyes drop quickly before they return to mine. “But I am certain that we will manage,” I promise as I continue my approach until I stop before him. I breathe him in, and swallow as the sweet tinge coating him fills my lungs.“Somehow.”

I lift my fingers to the end of his sash and help it stray until the tight knot at his hip gives slightly. More oiled skin is quick to reveal itself.

I lick my lips. “I like this.”

Malcolm sways forward until his nose bumps mine. “I hoped you would.”

“I do.” My fingers dip between the upper folds of his robe and graze his skin with my knuckles. He shivers for me, and I smile as I return my gaze to his. I watch them darken as I brush my fingers over his stomach, getting a feel for what is mine. “I like all of this.”

Malcolm breathes in, and does not soon let it out as I trail my fingers up his chest and over his perked nipples. I circle each in slow caress before I drag them back down, and over the sash.

When that breath does slip free, it is a trembling thing that turns into a soft gasp as my hand sinks between his legs and wraps around his cock. Eyes fixed on mine, he does not dare look away as I begin to stroke him. He twitches in my palm the very way his fingers do at his side, but he stays perfectly still. My good pisen.

His eyes glow as he hears the unspoken praise. They’re vibrant in a manner I have never seen before, but instantly know the root of.

He feels it too— the shift that has happened between us, the freed desire that refuses to be culled until it is sated. And it will be sated.

“You can always change your mind,” I whisper while I spread his slick over his cock.

“I know, but I will not,” he breathes without hesitation. “I want it. I want you.” His thigh brushes my cock, and my hiss lands on his lips as he ghosts them over mine. “All of you.”

My glamour trembles just as I do, already fraying in places I can hardly gleam.

It becomes an afterthought like everything that is not my pisen as I free his cock so that I can pull him to me and whisper my only truth to him.

“Then, I am yours.”

The sound Malcolm makes is not one I will soon forget. It engraves itself upon my soul as our lips meet properly, and we come together with matching longing.

He moans for me, and electricity shoots down my spine as if I have somehow touched a natural current. Malcolm whimpers as if he feels it too as he parts his lips, and I do not bother with thinking as I take what is mine.

I kiss into his mouth, treating myself to his plump lips. I bite at them only to kiss them better, and Malcolm suffers it all willingly as his arms come around my neck. He clings to me, and melts as my tongue finds his.

I make him my oxygen, breathing him in and only parting to take his lips from another angle. Malcolm does the same, kissing me with a desperation that steadily stokes the fire within me as he rocks against me, searching blindly until I slip my thigh between his legs.

His reaction is instant. He moans and feeds it to me as he grinds his thick cock against my leg.

Rocking against me, he chases the pleasure without shame, and my own cock bucks in response as I suck at his plump lips until he pulls from me. “Aias,” he begs, and I answer the call immediately.

I would not make him beg on this day.

I lift my pisen into my arms and find his lips again as I walk us to his bed. Malcolm’s fingers delve into my hair and scratch over my scalp, stirring my arousal into a wild beast as I climb onto the bed with him.

I lay him down, and he crawls back with me, our lips a magnet that always find their way back to each other until he is in the centre and I pull us apart.

He tries to follow, but a hand to his chest keeps him down.

Malcolm melts without a fight, sinking into the covers as if there are heated stones beneath him. He gazes up at me beneath his lashes, a vision in green that I would fall into any realm.

Trailing my hands up his legs, I palm the smooth skin until they spread over his thighs and meet the silk there. I continue my caresses anyway until the silk bunches around his straining cock.

Malcolm’s breaths quicken, but he remains my perfect pisen, pliant as he watches me do as I please.

I reward him with a squeeze to his inner thighs that makes him jerk before I let my fingers find his sash again.

His fangs sink into his lip, and my pleasure rumbles out of me as I tug at the ribbon, forcefully this time. It comes undone in an easy glide. His robe spills open, pooling on either side of him to reveal every morsel of my pisen to me.

“Ythene, be merciful,” I plead, and it is not until I watch his brows draw inwards that I realise that I have spoken in my mother tongue. A concern for another time.

For now, I focus on him, on my Malcolm.

He shines, and so does each curve and indent he’d oiled with whatever he had used to chip at my sanity. I gift myself another lungful of the heady scent and do not regret it even as the fractures in my glamour grow larger.

I stop my hands at his open hips, and keep them there while I try to calm myself, but such things are beginning to feel like a myth. Still, I chase the fiction of self-control while I stare at the porcelain sculpture that has come to life before me.

I palm his edges gently, not daring to venture further, not until he drags one of his long legs up, and spreads himself open for me.

“Malcolm,” I whisper as my eyes fall to his opening.

My heart finally quiets its insistent pounding, but it is too late.

His hole is puckered, and just a little wet. My brows furrow.

I glance up, and the rise and fall of his wide chest quickens as his lips tug into a shy but proud smile.

A curse sits on my lips, but it frees itself the moment I brush the pads of my fingers over his opening and find it just as wet as it looks.

My eyes dart to his again. “What did you do?”

“What you told me to,” he replies without hesitation.

“Pisen,” I rasp as I dip a finger inside.

I mean only to test him, to see how greedy he had been, but when it sinks inside without resistance, my lungs empty themselves. A groan comes next as I drag the digit out, and a clear liquid follows.

A shower starts outside and steadily builds while I stare down at this realm’s greatest creation. He stares back at me, burgundy eyes glowing brightly, and I lose myself in them as I sink the finger back inside.

“When I told you to ready yourself,” I whisper, my breathing a flared thing, “I did not mean to stretch yourself… but you can never seem to help yourself, can you?”

Malcolm keens and works his hips down, wanting more already.

My cock strains painfully, but I do not move a muscle other than to keep stroking inside of him. If I did, I would end up inside him, and I would not be gentle about it.

“Aias,” he whispers, but I barely hear it.

My eyes are fixed on where my fingers breach him, where his hole welcomes me, even as I slip the digit out and return with another.

They both sink inside, and Malcolm arches from the covers with a cry.

He fists the bedding, trying his hardest to stay still, but it is a lost cause. I know his body too well, know exactly where to stroke and touch to bring him to the edge, though I stay clear of it for now.

Each time he came tonight, it would be on my cock.

“You put something inside.”

Malcolm frowns at me above his lidded gaze. “You.. are not… speaking…English.”

I frown as well, but it is fleeting as I feel him clench around my fingers.

“What did you put inside of you?” It comes out right the second time.

“Lube,” he answers before his smile turns shy. “You said before that elves,” he pauses as he tries to find the right words and his flushing worsens. “You made it seem as though all elves get wet on their own, and I—“ he gasps, losing the thread of his thoughts as I stroke over the button inside him. “Oh, gods.”

“You thought to emulate that?” I finish as my fingers quicken on their own accord. “You wanted to be slick for me?”

Malcolm burns beneath me, body bowing beneath mine, but he nods. The edges of my mind fray, breaking just as my glamour does.

I drag my fingers to the edge of his rim and tug at it until his eyes bulge.

“Aias!” He cries out before I seal my lips back over his.

I kiss him until he is all I can taste, but the hunger mounting inside me soon grows too large. I drag myself from him, taking my fingers away too as I slide lower until my lips hover above his spread legs, and my cock grinds against the bedding.

I moan as I thrust against it, sending pleasure shooting down my spine, but I allow that alone as I wrap my arm around his lifted thigh and take his cock in hand.

Malcolm tries to lift the other, but the hand I wrap around his ankle keeps it where it is.

“Stay like this,” I instruct with a voice I am yet to recognise. I let my eyes fall to the wet opening before me when he obeys. “Stay… just like this.”

Freeing his ankle, I settle my palm over his inner thigh instead, stroking the smooth skin in tandem with the hand that strokes his cock.

“Aias,” he begins as I sink beneath it, but that is all that comes before I seal my mouth over his slick hole. “Ahh! Ah-Aias!”

He moans my name over the storm brewing outside, filling the room with it as I suck on his rim and fist his cock. Malcolm arches before he thrusts up, driving his cock into my fist until I force him back down and keep him there as I sink my tongue inside.

My groan vibrates through him, and he trembles beneath me as his hole opens for me.

It is maddening how easily it slips within, how he pushes against my tongue and then clenches, helping the rest of it to sink inside.

“Ngh… gods… f-fuck!” He whines while I clutch his thigh tighter, fisting the muscled flesh the very way I do his thick cock. It twitches in my palm, drenching in his own slick, and I part only to get a taste of that too.

Malcolm’s moans pitch higher, and I murmur my approval while I lap over the slit at his pinkened tip.

“Please,” he whines, legs spreading wider in invitation. “Please, please, please—”

I give him my tongue to ride again, and Malcolm sobs as it flicks inside him again.

I match his thrusts with my own, grinding against the bedding with echoes of the thrusts I would soon make in him. I have drenched my silks, but the task of undressing myself is lost in the haze of lust and arousal as I get my fill of my pisen.

“Can I?” He babbles, and his eyes are glued to the hand fisting his cock when I glance up. “P-Please, can I? Aias, please?”

I pull from him, making that my answer as I take my tongue away despite his mournful whines.

“Not yet,” I apologise as I release his cock as well. Malcolm sobs, starting his pleas, but I ignore them as I make my way back up. “Not until I am inside of you.”

I had truly planned to take my time prepping him, getting him ready and claiming the time it took to calm myself, but Malcolm had stolen such an escape from me.

I suffer the consequences happily, kissing his coated skin, and tasting the lines that form him as I do.

I lick between his abs, and mouth his nipples when I reach them, sucking each in turn before I climb higher. My lips find his collarbone, and I am quick to suck the flesh between my lips.

Malcolm chants my name relentlessly, hands flying up to cling to me instead of the bedding, and I soak it all in with a greed that scares me while I feast on his flesh.

No creature should taste this good. None, but of course, he does.

When I meet his lips again, they tremble against mine the very way his body does beneath me.

“Please,” he whispers, heavy eyes searching mine. “Please, Aias. Please. I am ready.”

I nod, shushing him with gentle kisses as I lift myself to discard the silk still clinging to my skin before I settle properly between his legs. Warm skin brushes mine, and my heart skitters off on its own. It worsens when my cock brushes his hole, and he sucks in a breath.

His eyes find mine within the curtain of my hair and do not part as he waits.

My stomach flutters, and a new warmth buds in my chest as he gazes at me as though I am all he needs.

Leaning in, I kiss him again, softer than ever before, and Malcolm melts beneath me as he returns it with careful pecks that are my undoing.

When we part, no words are needed.

Taking myself in hand, I stroke my cock’s slick over my length before I bring it to Malcolm’s entrance.

He breathes in, fingers trembling, and I wait until he lets it out before I push inside.

“Fuck,” I curse almost immediately, and the rest come quickly, as Malcolm’s rim stretches around me before it quickly lets me in. “Ohra… fuck. Fuck.”

Malcolm whimpers, eyes widening as he feels how easily he takes me. How his hole gives into my cock, as I work the head inside before I slip out and give it back to him.

“Oh, Gods,” he whines, nails digging into my shoulders as he stares up at me. I sink a little deeper, and those pretty grey eyes grow unfocused. “Oh, Gods. Oh, Gods.”

He babbles his prayers to his gods, and I begin to make my own to mine.

He is warm inside, punishingly so, and tight— tighter than I am prepared for, especially when he clenches around me.

“Malcolm,” I groan. I am barely inside of him, but it is already bliss.

Malcolm’s head falls to the sheets, but his eyes do not leave mine as I rock my hips back before feeding him a little more. He begins to shake, but there is no pain on his face, only transfixed pleasure as he watches me teach him how to take my cock.

“Aias,” he whimpers, and I nod as I press my head to his.

“You can do it,” I promise, heart pounding between us. “You are doing it.”

Malcolm flushes, but his hole gives again, allowing me deeper even as it brings a cry from him. “Aias.”

“I know. I know,” I whisper as I kiss over his nose and lips. He whines as I rock into his trembling thighs, nudging them further apart. “You almost have it all. Do not quit now.”

Slick pools from Malcolm’s cock as his fingers scramble to pull me closer. I go to him, settling on my arms so that I am exactly where he needs me.

Malcolm pants against me, gasping as he lets me in until my hips meet his, and he has it all.

My vision blurs as I lean against his cheek, and try to breathe, but each intake is as useless as the last.

My heart rages, my arms tremble like his as wild pleasure crashes over me.

I throb inside of him, leaking already as if I might spill, but not yet. Not until he did.

Malcolm’s rushed breaths brush my ears, and I shudder as my skin prickles, but I do not dare move away. Not while he is still clinging to me so.

“Are you alright?” I ask against the shell of his ear, and he is quick to nod.

I lift my head over his, needing to see for myself, and he whimpers until my eyes meet his.

He is flushed, the skin above his brows moist, but not strained. Pained is still nowhere to be found. There is only the satisfaction I feel deep within my bones, and the pleasure that makes his eyes wild as the black inside them grows larger.

The entry usually made the pleasure wein for most in his position, but for Malcolm…

I glance down, and groan the instant I catch sight of his cock where it strains against my stomach, still obscenely hard and twitching.

“Blessed Light,” I curse as I fist the bedding beneath him, straining to keep myself still. “Tell me when you—”

“Fuck me, Aias,” he begs, and my hips rock forward.

We share a moan as bliss claims us both. I throb inside of him, and Malcolm’s stare glazes over as I press against his insides.

“Ugh… f-fuck,” he whimpers, lips falling open.

“This is good?” I check, and he nods distantly.

His lips fall open as I carefully work my cock in and out of him, and he nods again. “Good,” he shudders hard, legs stretching out while his torso twists. “You f-feel good. So good.” His eyes dart between mine and form a question he should not dare to make. “Do I…”

“Malcolm, I am trying to be gentle with you,” I warn, and his flush spreads higher. He squeezes around me, and my arms tremble as my head finds his again.

“Malcolm,” I chant as I roll my hips, burying myself as deep as I can in his devastating heat. “You do not know what you do to me.”

He moans for me, and I watch his eyes roll as he takes my cock as though I’ve already trained him for it.

I rock my hips, quickening my pace. My hips roll faster, and my cock sinks deeper until I am fucking into him, and he can only cling to me.

Malcolm stares up at me through it, lips parted, but no sounds escape outside the breaths each thrust forces out of him.

“You can spill now,” I whisper while I mouth the skin beneath his cheek and fuck him into the mattress. “Let me see you do it.”

Grey eyes twinge with red, a moment of consciousness, and then Malcolm is spilling between us.

“Shun,” I curse as he wets my stomach and his, but I do not slow my hips.

Malcolm’s eyes roll as he clenches around me, his hole convulsing in an attempt to make me do the same, and then it is all he can do to stay quiet. “Agh! Ngh! Uh, fuck! Aias!”

“That is it,” I praise, kissing over his lips while I spread his hips wider, and thrust in deep. “That is it, pisen. Spill for me.”

He does, wringing out every moment of his climax until it passes and he is left already chasing the next by the way I punish his hole for being so good.

He looks at me, lost. I grip the ends of his hair, and force his head up so that I can kiss my way into his mouth. He opens for me, holding on just as tight as his hips roll to meet mine.

It is a careful movement first, but then he finds my rhythm, and soon he is stroking me with that tight heat of his, and I am the one clinging to him.

It would only take—

I shutter the thought, pushing it to the recesses of my mind.

Two more times. He would have two more times at the very least before I found mine.

Malcolm breaks from our kiss to mouth his way to my neck where he lingers, and I see stars as his fangs trace along the edge of my skin. He does not break it, but the illicit suggestion of such a thing turns my thrusts cruel when I do not mean them to be.

“Yes,” he moans, body relenting as it takes me as it is meant to.

His hands smooth down my chest, nails dragging over the skin to pull shudders from me that refuse to relent as he licks a path across my neck.

“Malcolm,” I rasp, but he does not stop.

He rocks his hips, meeting each of my thrusts while he mouths at my neck. He tongues the veins pulsing inside it as if he truly means to bite into one, and my cock bucks, wanting nothing more but to spill inside of him, but no.

Not until he had more.

I mirror the path of his mouth with my fingers, wrapping them around his neck and pushing him back down before he can coax me into disrespecting him.

“Stop it.”

He blinks until the lust clouding his eyes retreats enough for him to make sense of his desires. “But you haven’t,” he defends as if I did not know. “You said you would.”

My jaw clenches, and my fingers twitch around his neck before I pry them away. I settle them carefully at his side, and take the moment I need to keep from squeezing him somewhere else.

“And I will, but I have not finished seeing to your pleasure.”

“I am pleasured,” Malcolm mocks as if the prospect of his own orgasm is a nuisance, and I can not help but laugh.

“Not enough,” I tell him.

“I am,” he argues, and another chuckle slips free.

“Not enough,” I whisper as I find his lips again, and suck the bottom between mine while I circle my hips against his until he gasps. “It is the proper way of things… and I will be right in this.”

I slip from him, and Malcolm begins to protest as I turn him onto his side, but it is short-lived when I lie beside him and bring his leg over mine before I slide back inside of him.

His teeth clench, and pleasure floods his gaze as he stares back at me.

I smile as I thrust up into him, and watch his upset stray. “Look at you,” I whisper while I pull him to me so that I can mouth his jaw while I rock into him. “Gone already.” I bite his chin and he whimpers. “Just focus on giving me what I want, pisen.”

Malcolm shudders, moaning as his arms come around me, so that he can cling to me as I bring him towards another climax.

“Pyro,” he whimpers, hips rocking back to meet mine, and I groan into his neck as my hips snap up.

Malcolm bows, hand falling over mine and holding tight to help me rock his hips to me. The bed creaks beneath us, straining as I thrust into him until I am babbling into his neck and he is doing the same into my hair.

My eyes flutter shut, and for a moment, there is nothing else in this universe but the heat fisting my cock.

“Agh! Ugh… Aias! Aiasss,” he begs, and I do not ask for what.

I thrust up into him, harder, and harder still until he is chanting my name, and clawing at my skin. I pant against him, locked in a world that holds him alone. I mouth his skin, tasting and biting him while I piston into the warm heat of him I will soon seed.

“I-I… Aias… I—” he begins, the warning forlorn when he is already squeezing around me.

“Do it now,” I instruct, slamming deeper, and Malcolm has no choice but to listen.

He spills for me again, crying out as he does, the orgasm capturing him and refusing to let him go as he strains upon my cock. I keep it nestled deep within him, letting him ride it until there is nothing left.

Malcolm falls to the bed, a twitching mess of slick and his own release that searches for air as desperately as I do. His pleasure wafts from him, undeniable and still running rampant by the way he trembles against me.

I pant against him, my heart thundering against his chest while my cock throbs inside of him.

“Now…” he pants as he forces his eyes to open. They’re steepled with lust as he seeks out the one thing I have not given to him. “W-Will you… now?”

Ythene’s mercy.

“Twice is decent… respectable,” I confess in the intimate nest we make lying so closely together. “You are my pisen, so you will have more than decent. I will have your release thrice before I find mine.”

Malcolm frowns at me again, his eyes darkening, but before I can try to explain it better for his understanding, the world tilts.

I fall upon the sheets with a startled huff, and blink at the ceiling I find myself suddenly staring at until Malcolm follows and slides atop me. His robe trails after him, hanging from his shoulder while he reaches back for my cock.

💦

My heart lurches, and I try to sit up and stop him, but he is already sinking down and—

“Ohra.” The crude word falls from my lips again as I clutch his thighs while I watch his hole swallow my cock.

“Blessed Light…” I breathe, eyes fluttering shut as Malcolm’s warm heat envelopes me until I am buried inside of him once again.

Malcolm heaves, breaths punching out of him as he settles. Tremors rake through him, but he keeps me deep within as his dark eyes find mine, and he slides his hands up my chest.

“Pisen—”

“I want my pyro to cum,” he says before he circles his hips. Light floods my vision, and bathes him in it.

“Shun,” I curse, heart rattling like the winds against the windows as I stare up at him. “Malcolm.”

Malcolm ignores me and rocks back atop me, working my cock in and out of him. I lift my hands to stop him, but he catches them before they can find his hips and presses them back to the sheets.

My eyes widen, a shiver of delight travelling down my spine as I watch my pisen try to best me. I should fix it, put him onto his back again, and remind him what he was, but intrigue keeps me pliant for the time being.

When I do not fight him, Malcolm licks over his fangs as he slides his fingers into mine and holds tight before his hips find a rhythm and keep it.

Pleasure arrests me and chains me to the bed as I watch my pisen rock atop me, riding me while his eyes hold mine, demanding that I give him my release before I get another of his.

My lips tug upwards despite myself, and when he returns it, a soft, strained laugh escapes me as well. “I am trying to respect you, pisen.”

“You already respect me,” he returns within a groan while he grinds down and starts a ringing in my ears. When I come to again, he is thrusting his cock against my stomach and drenching it in more of his seed. Marking me. “Respect is not what I want.”

“Ythene’s graces…” I whisper, eyes falling to where he takes me.

I slip in and out of him as if we have done this for many moons, his hole a vice around my cock that knows who it belongs to. I stare, transfixed, and I can not look away as I watch the slick I have been leaking inside him from the moment I saw him in silk slide down my own length.

My cock pulses inside him, balls tightening, and it only worsens as I watch him begin to lose himself to it.

Malcolm’s head falls forward while he rocks atop me, and his moans fall from him again, as do his prayers, only this time he does not call upon his gods.

“Pyro,” he whimpers, hips rolling like his eyes, and my head falls back to the bed.

My hips lift, chasing the release he steadily coaxes me towards. Malcolm moans gratifully as his gaze finds mine and begs for more.

“Pisen,” I moan, and he returns with a moan as his fingers dig into mine.

It is coming now. I have no way of fighting it.

I clutch his hands as tightly as he does mine and fuck up into him, hips lifting enough to make him bounce. Malcolm’s head falls, and his robe almost slips from the shoulder it clings to as his cock bucks between us.

I chase the pleasure, eyes fixed to the source, and I do not relent even as he struggles to keep up.

He wanted this so he would have it and he would not complain.

My pisen does not, not even as his nails dig into mine and he makes a mess atop me, almost there now. I am as well, but no matter what he did, I would not spill before him.

Freeing my hands, I sit up and do not allow him to keep me down this time. Malcolm’s eyes find mine as I lift him into my lap, curious until he spots the arm I slide behind myself to keep us upright while the other slides around his waist.

I take a handful of his plump flesh, spreading it open and thrusting up, and he is back to praying to me.

“Pyro,” he whines as his hands find my shoulders, clutching so tightly that the nails soon draw blood.

His eyes hone in on the wounds immediately, and for the first time, I witness what bloodlust looks like in my vampire as he stills.

His fangs gleam, the black in his eyes all the colour there is as he stares at me, but he does not chase it. He just stares, and does not move.

I stare back at him, heart pounding for us both.

I had never once considered Malcolm drinking from me. It was how he lived; I understood that, but the prospect of that blood coming from me seemed a taboo I could not entertain.

Not until now.

He stares at me, controlling himself despite the way his hole quivers around my cock, sucking fervently and pulling me to the same climax he trails the edges of.

He will find it either way, but if I gave him this…

“…Just this once.”

Malcolm’s eyes widen, disbelief keeping him stagnant until I nod.

His fingers disappear between his lips in a flash I barely follow.

Grey fills his eyes again, flooding them before red joins and then—

Malcolm spills, body vibrating above mine as he does, and I am there with him as I find my rhythm again. I rise up with him, holding him above the bed as I thrust up into him, chasing the orgasm soon to drag me into the abyss with him.

Malcolm moans around his fingers, and tears spill from his eyes while he stares at me through the bloodhaze, wanting what I am already giving him.

I spill, calling his name, and the world whitens into one straight line I disappear in.

Pleasure is my jailer, and it is merciless as it crashes over me, dragging my consciousness into its embrace.

I spill, filling Malcolm the way I have always craved, and I do not bother being gentle about it.

I drop him to the bed and slam my cock into him. He jerks, taking each thrust even as it drives him up the bed.

My hands find his hips to keep him steady as I pound into him until my hips still so that I can fill him properly.

My seed floods his insides, and Malcolm takes it all, legs shaking around mine while he twitches beneath me. His finds slip from his lips, and I am quick to claim them. I taste my own blood and groan as ecstasy claims us both.

Lost in the cloud of lust covering us both, I kiss him until his tongue stop stroking over mine, and he grows limp.

I pull back, frowning when I find his eyes closed.

“Malcolm?”

He does not rouse. He does not even move.

I stare at him, cock still hard inside of him.

A moment passes where I bypass panic and realise that he has, somehow, lost consciousness. I hear myself chuckle. It is a soft, true thing that matches the way my heart swells as I gaze at my pisen.

“I suppose I did promise you a gentle first time,” I muse as I gather him to me, and press a kiss to his cheek. “That was gentle.”

Malcolm does not stir in the slightest, and more chuckles spill from my lips as I lift him in my arms and climb from the bed.

There would be time for more when I could live up to my promise and be as rough with him as I pleased, that I was sure of.

Because now that I had my pisen, nothing else would do.

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AIASSSS!!!!! MALCOLMMMM!!!!!! THEERWAFHRGJERKNGNJETGKETNGLERG

MY GOD!!!! THEY WAS HITTING THAT SHIT OH MY GODDDDDDD

MALCOLM GOT ON TOP!!! AIAS HAD THAT NIGGA IN THE AIR, OH MY GOD!!!! 

Looolll, let me calm down but NAHHHHHH

NAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS WILDDDDDDDDDD

THAT SHIT TOOK ME 4 DAYS TO WRITE CAUSE THEY WAS HITTING IT SO GOOD!!!!! 

If you didn’t listen with the songs, I’m telling you you missed out, cause the bed was squeaking in that song, and in the chapter and WHEEWWWWWWWWWW 

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