[ "Punishment". Some part of him rebels against that, the insecure part of him balking at the notion of asserting authority, and yet―
―he hears it again, that whisper in his blood speaking to him in an arcane language. "Take what you are offered; you've been permitted." Something unknowable in him that wants, that needs, that would kill to keep.
His pulse pounds against his chest. Authority and greed and affection, he feels it all churn and boil in the pit of his stomach. Gods, he wants her so much. ]
Yes, [ he finally decides. ] I won't stop until you understand how afraid I was of losing you.
[ And, by extension, how much she's loved. Needed. How little it matters to him, the crimes she's committed in her past; not to downplay them, but they made her who she is now.
His voice is low, thick: ] Put your feet back on the floor for me, Ea. [ Gently commanding, gauging Ea's reaction for any discomfort or nervousness. ]
[ Pleasure lances through her like a heated blade, sinking deep ans fast. She lets out a shaky exhale and holds onto his shoulders, untangling her legs from around him to stand down.
Immediately the height difference is about one head, and she cranes her head to look up at him. ] Yes, love.
[ There's no 'sir', no 'master' - she's pretty sure Nico would rebel at the thought of being obeyed like that - but there is some deference here to be found. She's putting herself in his hands. She's trusting him. ]
[ They'll have to negotiate this a little better later, with clearer heads and in a place that isn't suffused with the scent of blood and viscera. It's likely that Nico will apologize later for this, finding it a vague overstepping of boundaries in hindsight, but he doesn't quite have the mental fortitude for self-reflection right now.
Instead: he trails his hand down Ea's front, chest to stomach, then between her legs. He hums at how hot she feels, fingers questing over her against her leggings first, the touch gaining in boldness until he feels bold enough to tug the garment down to her knees, baring her soft skin, her thin underwear. ]
Hold onto me.
[ More gentle suggestions, less authoritative this time. She feels wet already when he slides two fingers over her slit, rubbing her over her panties; it drives him a little crazy to hear the slick sound that the friction makes, how she seems to try to suck him in if he presses inwards. ]
[ Correction: they're going to have to find both their armors after this. In the height of battle, she hadn't even realised she wasn't wearing her leather armor, but had been stripped down to the softly padded shirt beneath it. Maybe because it moves the same, and the dagger was there, in the secret pocket, so what does it matter? But now the idea that Elgar or any of the other creeps stripped her before tying her up is enough to make her want to burn their bodies.
Later.
Nico obliterates that thought easily, pulling her leggings down and touching her. Focus on this, focus on here, she thinks, and does it.
He'll find her soaked, dripping. Hardly a wonder the panties glue themselves to her folds from how aroused she is, and when Nico calls it 'ready for me', she loosens a moan.
Holds onto his chest, barely, and cants her hips forward so he'll touch her more. ]
[ This entire hideout is in dire need of a torching, but that'll come later. Here, in the dim, all Nico wants to see is Ea and how she trembles for him, held up on her feet by the hand between her thighs. ]
This won't be much of a punishment, then.
[ Which, to be fair, Nico doesn't entirely mind. He would much rather indulge Ea than deprive her in any way, even if it means overindulging―
―but, again. Later. Introspection is for men who aren't rock-hard at the thought of fingering his lover into oblivion, and Nico is currently entirely consumed by teasing Ea's cunt with his digits, one callused index sliding into her with careful ease after he slides the wet fabric of her panties to the side for better access. Circling her clit with his thumb as he works her open, fucking his finger in and out in a pale imitation of what he could do with his cock. ]
[ She is a mess already. Her hands climb up from his chest to his shoulders, blunt nails digging in, because she needs to anchor herself in him. Needs him already, so much, that when she feels the first press of his finger inside her she feels drowsy with pleasure, near an orgasm already.
And he doesn't stop. The slick sounds from between her legs are echoing in tandem with her shaky moans. There's a rush of blood to her head. ]
Gods. I'm going to be so. Easy. So easy for you. Nico, Nico, please, fuck...
[ Two fingers now, pumping inside her, curling to find that one spot that he knows will make Ea's knees shake. She pleads for him, her pretty voice husky with need, alternating between his name and his permission, and the burning in the pit of his stomach flares hotter, making his voice rasp when he dips down to press his mouth against Ea's pulsepoint. ]
You can come if you want to, love.
[ A kiss against her jugular, his tongue raking up her throat. Tasting her sweat, her heat, the bob of her neck as she strains to breathe. Gods, she's so pretty like this. ]
Come as many times as you want.
[ He won't stop, is the thing: he keeps fucking her on his hand, changing pace and rhythm, pleased by the way she tries to clench around him. He'll keep fucking her through her orgasms when she has them, keeping her aware of him inside her, aware of how much he wants her to stay. ]
[ Her first comes right away. He adds one more finger - and she does, deep in her bones she knows it's not as thick as his actual dick is, but gods if it doesn't feel like that exactly - and curls them, and she's gone. He's licking her throat, she lets out a gasp, digs her nails into his clothed shoulders and clamps around his fingers as she breaks.
She notices that he won't give her a chance to catch her breath or recover or even come down from coming, because his fingers drag against the front wall of her cunt and she interlaces one orgasm with another. ]
Oh gods - oh gods, y-yes, there...
[ She moves one hand desperately to his hair, grabbing on for dear life, and shakes again. Eyes wide open on the ceiling, her needy panting in his ear. ]
[ The pinprick-pain from her hairpulling goes straight to Nico's cock. Even half-removed from himself, Nico thinks that Ea would be able to bring him right back to this whimpering need in his own body, this urge to make her come undone and indulge herself.
She comes on his fingers like he'd told her to, and she gets a good girl for her trouble; the sweet, erratic clenching of her wet cunt around his fingers keep telling him that she hasn't stopped coming, and that she's still falling over her own edge. It's perfect, Ea is perfect, and Nico hums, hoarse and low, teeth around her neck to leave harmless lovebites while he changes the pace of his fingers. Slower now, with his thumb circling her clit, rubbing it in slow waves the way his tongue does when she lets him eat her out.
Faster and slower, at random intervals. Punishment and reward. ]
Isn't this better than dying? [ He murmurs, and it's the closest thing he can get to being sly; unfair of him, when he's filling her with another finger, stretching her even more around three thick digits. ]
[ He's turned her own thing against her, and it makes her lose her mind a little more. Who knew that being called a good girl for coming on command would be a thing she likes? Who could have ever predicted this?
A laugh, slightly hysterical, breaks out of her. He switches up the pace and even a graze to her clit is enough to have her knees bucking under her.
She curls one hand over his nape, intent on guiding him up for a kiss, except as she draws his head up, hand on his jaw, he says that and adds a third finger.
He gets to see her eyes widen, her lips fall open in surprise. Agony and bliss. One breath out, and raspily, ]
Yes. [ There is something about Nico teaching her a lesson about her recklessness, and her acceptance of her own death, that punches right to her heart.
She's just going to have to never die. ] Please. [ She's not sure what she's begging for now, for him to move his fingers, for him to kiss her?
Incoherence leads to impulse, and a second later she's leaning forward to kiss him, hard and messy. ]
[ There she is, his very good girl. She says yes, promising him not to play dice with her own life so carelessly, so he reaffirms what she already knows but responds so sweetly to: another good girl, keeping her balanced on his fingers, her arms like a vice around his shoulders.
It's all he manages until Ea is kissing him again, and he cranes to meet her. Slow and careful in response to her desperation, methodically meeting her tongue to let her have what she wants while he tries to claim more orgasms out of her, every nerve in his body alight with the feeling of her need. Fingers draw out a fraction, then drive as deeply as they can go a breath later, up to the last knuckle, then back out; it's difficult to make a rhythm at first with how tightly she squeezes around him, but the slide becomes easier with each lovingly drawn-out pump, hot insides clinging but relenting to the friction.
Pulling his mouth off of Ea's, he licks a stripe along the perfect line of her jaw. ]
[ She loses track of how many times she's on the verge of coming during that kiss. He has her on her tiptoes at this point, forearms on his shoulders and her fingers cupping the back of his skull, buried into his hair, just so she can stay balanced up on them.
Nico's massive form is always the appeal - she did say she'd climb him like a tree - but it feels decadent when he's in control. And he is, very much, more in control than her. She wants those strong hands everywhere, she wants him pinning her to the wall and making her feel alive and the need is enough to make her sob against his mouth when she clamps around his fingers and comes again.
Another thing that's happening in excess: the little flutters and greedy clenches of her cunt, her breathy moans, the string of orgasms.
He breathes near her ear and she whimpers. ] Gods - I do - I do. I'll be good, I promise, just... [ She reaches down and cups him through his pants. ] Need you.
[ Literally between a rock and a hard place, Nico thinks, as he watches Ea shift deliciously against the wall, her hips angled and her tail sandwiched, perhaps uncomfortably, against smooth stone. He's ready for her, and Ea should be able to feel it through the thin layer of his under-armor leggings, his cock straining against the malleable fabric of it, twitching with need. Wet, too, with precome; he's making a mess of his underwear.
All for her. She promises she'll be good for him, and he believes it. He wouldn't usually be so rough with her under different circumstances, but she's assured him that she can take it― and enjoys it― under certain conditions. This feels like the right one.
So. Nico presses forward even more, coaxing Ea to tug his leggings down until he can pull his aching erection out of its confines. Fingers pump inside of her for a few more beats until they withdraw altogether, leaving her empty and slick; it's easy for Nico to use his freed hands to haul Ea bodily up against the wall, his grip on her hip, her ass, her cunt rubbing against the length of him to let her feel every inch of what she's about to take. ]
[ This much is true: finding pleasure for being made to come many, many times in a row until she is wrecked by the orgasms is a kink for her only as long as it's Nico. She can't get enough of him, and most times she doesn't want to - doesn't want to find out what enough is.
She's told him this before, in hushed murmurs while safe in his arms, that she doesn't mind feeling used when it's like this, being his to take however he wants to.
It verges on repentance, to ask him to punish her now. She's still half tempted to sink down to her knees and take his cock in her mouth until he spills down her throat, and cups her cheek, and calls her a good girl again.
She tugs his leggings down to his hips, far down enough to wrap her hand around his length reverently, stroking him a few times. There's enough foresight to know that if he picks her up again, she's fucked - her own leggings are still only down around her ankles and will be a problem, and not being able to wrap her legs around his waist would be - just unacceptable.
(He'd have to turn her around, take her from behind, pin her - okay, that might not be a downside, but she can't think that far ahead.)
He pulls his fingers out and she is off her feet in a heartbeat, squeaking at the helplessness of it all.
As simply put as possible: she dangles. Her eyes meet his, widening. Nerve and impulse are the only drivers, and she angles his cock so that he rubs it between her thighs. She feels every inch and needs. ]
I swear. I swear, Nico. Please, I'm sorry, I'll never - you can see it all, I promise.
[ He's aware that he's demanding the world from her. Unfairly, even. Hopped up on adrenaline and the taste of blood, on his own fucked-up fears of abandonment and not belonging, on a love that always leaves him too happy and too dizzy. It's not just that he's let Ea be his everything― that doesn't bother him― it's that he's terrified of her hurting where he can't see.
If she tells him that she needs space, he'll give it to her. If she tells him that she needs time, he'll make some for her. But if she says nothing, he might lose her.
And that feels dire. (What if-s crystalize in his head; a different timeline in which Ea was dragged down here without him, a knife at her throat, ropes around her wrists. A terrible, brutal, unspeakable fate.)
All of that to say: he feels safer like this. Monstrously, selfishly. He shivers at her acquiescence, her promise, and warms immediately to please. It's all the excuse he needs to slowly push into her, her feet still not touching the ground, anchored by his hands and, eventually, his cock. All of it in one slow, agonizing inwards grind, until he's fully seated and pulsing in her hot, tight cunt. ]
Good girl, [ he whispers again, pressing a kiss to the corner of her panting mouth, between her furrowed brows. Light, loving kisses in contrast to the heavy pressure between her legs, which he adds to by starting to rock slowly, fucking in shallow, minuscule pumps. ] My sweet, perfect girl.
[ What she means when she says she'll not hide from him: she'll tell him about her fathers, about the roughness of losing them, about wandering Faerun for almost thirty years under the impression that nobody alive would ever love her that selfless and caringly again. She'll tell him about the Blackbirds, the Guildmaster, about the way that ended - about how long it took for her to come upon Baldur's Gate, about the familiarity she has with hunger, about how far her criminal activities went.
He can know about the years when she'd let others use her as an exotic little plaything, a hot tiefling to fuck for a night or two and then leave and forget her. He can even know that she's not had a family since she lost hers, not until this bunch of weirdoes came to coincide on the same Nautiloid with her, and that despite the time since she was last devoted to people, the return of that devotion has turned her into the type of person who's willing to die for them.
Later. She'll tell him about it, later, when they're not this raw and needy, when they're not so wrapped up in each other that they don't notice the bloodied background. Later, when - if - they rest.
For now, and for right here, he tilts his hips and presses forward and suddenly she's full. ] Oh gods - oh gods, Nico... [ He pushes in and in, her breath catching with the slow drag of his cock against the front wall of her cunt, locking in her throat like some invisible chokehold.
He must be the only person who can make her feel small and safe. She has her feet in the air, her tail squished between her and the wall, and with the way her leggings cling unhelpfully to her shins above her boots, she feels like nothing more than a cocksleeve for him to use and move and -
Gods, she feels so loved. He presses a kiss to her brows, she tips her head back, lust-dizzy, and licks his chin on the way up to kiss him. ] All yours - all yours, always. [ A beat - one more pump from him, and her breath is shallow and needy. ] Love you so much.
[ Later, if and when they rest (doubtful), Nico will lay next to Ea and drum his heartbeat against her skin, listening with his face in her hair, happy to know and to ache for her past. It'll contextualize all of this, and while he'll think back to this exact moment as a lapse in critical judgment (he never wants Ea to feel small), the core of his point will remain the same. That Ea doesn't have to be infallible, that she can be held, that there's someone who wants to keep her.
Held and kept being the operative words, here. What he's doing is graceless, raw hunger subsuming polite consideration: he's pinned Ea against the wall with his cock and his bulk, and he's making her take it. Slow, savoring pumps at first, building to harder, more erratic shoving of skin on skin.
Love you sets his blood on fire; he glows with it, where his ungloved hand is dimpling Ea's thigh. ]
I love you, too. More than even I can know. [ Raggedly, syllables broken by fractured exhales. ] This world would be so lonely without you.
[ Shifting her against the wall, trying to find a different angle to fuck into. He lets her toes brush the floor, mindful that the position might be uncomfortable. Still, he can't bring himself to stop, and keeps grinding up into her, wanting nothing between them but the seams of their sweat-slick bodies, messy and perfect. ]
Hold on to me. [ Not just physically－ in every way that matters. ]
[ She's so good at taking it, she's worthy of a reward, if you think about it. Every thrust slow, decadently slow, makes her lose her godsdamned mind.
She finds one last bastion of coherent thought inside her, and uses it to do this: her tail hooks into her leggings, tugging them down to one side, and the mage hand she can summon sometimes joins until one leg of the pair of pants is off and she's free.
She lets out a triumphant laugh, then pounces on Nico at the first available opportunity. It's as he sets her down that this all happens, and she throws herself up into his arms, anchored on his cock as she is, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Oh - bliss. He is so deep she can taste it. She crushes her mouth to his.
This world would be so lonely without you pierces her like a lance. The sort of longing and devotion that calls for a kiss, and another.
Murmured against his lips, ] I've got you. Go hard, love, I can take it. I'll always take it, I promise, I'm yours.
[ Oh－ well. A soft sound of surprise, when she jumps up, but he catches Ea effortlessly. Pulls her closer to his chest instead of pushing her back against the wall, gasping when her weight sinks deliciously around his too-hard cock.
He blinks, then smiles. Not quite his usual lopsided grin, but adjacent. Affectionate. ]
Since you made your promise to me so sweetly, [ he murmurs back, between kisses. ] I think hard is what you deserve.
[ A light nip against her lower lip in mock-warning, and he starts to fuck her in earnest. Picking her up, pushing her back down, stretching her to his shape with each gliding thrust. Nico keeps his mouth over Ea's, savoring with small growled exhales how he seems to pound the breath out of her, trying to taste the sounds coming out of her kiss-bruised lips. She's so wet, clinging to him, sending diamond-sharp jolts of pleasure through his spine and in his skull; if they connect tadpoles now, they might just fry each other's brains.
He wants to fill her. Make her feel full, satisfied. He seats himself inside Ea fully again, relinquishing one hand from Ea's hip to stroke over her stomach. ]
I want to carry you back with my come still in you.
[ It's just as well that he's got her and holds her like he also doesn't plan on ever letting her go, because she loses every grace thereafter on the first hard thrust.
Her breath hitches, her eyes flutter closed. He rocks up inside her all the way - or is it pushes her down on his cock? - and the drag of him everywhere is so dizzyingly good that she might cry. Again. He keeps going, even though she expects him to keep edging her; clearly he means it, she deserves hard.
For a few blissful seconds, her mind feels empty. She's stretched and filled, her muscles clenching around him in wild little flutters. And the sounds - oh, the sounds are fucking filthy. She's so wet that it feels like when his thighs slap against her ass with every thrust, she drips - on the floor, on his boots, wherever. And then he tells her that, and her heart stutters.
She opens her eyes and meets his, breath in her throat. The nod comes first. The voice, raspy, pleading, ] Please - yes. Fill me up. [ She won't even magically clean it away, she'll just to what she's told and pull her pants up and leave this godsforsaken place full of his come. (Well, she might ask him to clean her up later. She doubts this ends here.) ]
[ They pick up pace, faster and harder. Nico can feel his hot breath misting on Ea's lips, leaving her mouth looking even prettier, wetter, more inviting. He kisses her like it's mutual destruction, or symbiosis－ does it matter which, at this point?
Good girl, he whispers again. Low and hoarse, voice skimming low, telltale signs that Nico wants to come. Here, in this concrete prison full of the corpses of Ea's past, with his celestial blood singing take her in his head. An aasimar only truly belongs anywhere with their devotion channeled somewhere, after all.
She's perfect. Infernal and brilliant. Her loneliness fits against his like pieces of a fucked-up puzzle; his grip bruises the delicate skin of her thighs as he pulls her down on top of his cock, and he traps her there while his hips stutter, making her feel every inch of him with her fluttering cunt－
－and he comes, harsh and heavy. Lets her milk him for what he's worth, until his cock finally goes soft in her, spent. He makes jagged sounds against Ea's red-tipped ear, hoarse moans interspersed with broken bits of half-formed words. Yes, and love you. ]
[ At some point, she thinks she screams. Tension snaps as Nico kisses her and takes her in a way that she could only truly describe as pounding, and she comes with a scream, wild and raw and needy. Like she's never felt need before.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, she surges up against him to kiss him hard enough to knock their teeth together, her incisors pulling open the wound on her lower lip again, and then - ] Oh gods, yes - yes, come in me, come in, come -
[ Highly intelligent, inquisitive, sneaky motherfucker loses her absolute mind over aasimar dick: mixed medium, portrait.
The world gets fuzzy around the edges, blurry but in a comforting way. Her blood thrums in her veins, the pulse in her throat feeling almost thunderous. She's sweaty, a mess. And also, so grateful, so happy, so fucking loved.
When she comes back to her senses, it's quiet. Nico is panting against her ear, she's got her forehead on his shoulder, and has retracted her nails to just wrap her arms around his neck for a clinging hug. ] I'm sorry - I love you.
[ His heart is in his throat; he can feel the roar of his pulse, can taste the blood in his own veins, or maybe that's just the iron on Ea's lips that he's trying to clean off of her. Everything melds together in a congealed mess of sensation and texture, Nico with his arms around Ea and Ea with her arms around Nico, and all he can think is that he never, ever, wants to lose this.
He's not sure when he's learned how to be so afraid. The breadth of the human experience is terrifying― he's so grateful to Ea that she lets him experience it.
With his face buried in her hair, his hips pulling away to unsheathe himself from the welcome heat of her body, he murmurs back: ]
I was just afraid.
[ "It's fine". She doesn't have to apologize; she's the one that hurt most, today.
Gripping her tight, trying not to make the embrace painful, he tries to see if she's amenable to being set back down to earth again, or if her legs are too shaky to support her weight. The latter is fine, since he promised to carry her, after all. ]
I love you. I want to take you back to our room. Want to keep you safe.
[ She's not sure how well she takes the admission that he was afraid, given that it twists something inside her and makes her tighten her grip on his shoulders. Don't be afraid, she wants to uselessly say, but can't. She was terrified. She woke up to see him on the floor, and it was the first time the possibility of losing him felt real.
Real, and unacceptable.
She only flinches a little when he pulls out, but makes up for it by pressing feverish kisses where she can reach. His shoulder, his jaw, the corner of his lips, his cheek. Nowhere is safe, and she's not letting him go. Her heartbeat hasn't calmed down yet. ]
If you'll let me do the same. I need you safe, too. [ She bites her lower lip, drawing back to look up at him. For a beat, the words are at the back of her throat and she doesn't dare say them. They might still die, fighting the Absolute. They might still die, and it won't be because they don't love each other hard enough.
But he wants her to not hide, right? Here it is, the rawest and simplest of needs: ] Safe and alive and growing old with me.
[ Nico was born knowing that there are no guarantees in life, not even the certainty of blood. How does anyone expect permanence after being abandoned by a good-aligned celestial being? He's been a creature of purely the present for so long, afraid of his past, even more anxious of his future.
So it floors him. Growing old with me. His reactions degenerate into wide eyes and a tight grip, a moment of near-incomprehension, a flutter of his lashes.
And then, finally: ] ‐I want that, too. [ Genuinely, as if he'd never thought of it before, not because he never wanted it, but because wanting it terrified him too. ] I want you to let me, and I want to let you.
[ Says the feral aasimar, in a room full of corpses. His fingers glow when they touch Ea's jaw, steady to the beat of his pulse. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:38 am (UTC)―he hears it again, that whisper in his blood speaking to him in an arcane language. "Take what you are offered; you've been permitted." Something unknowable in him that wants, that needs, that would kill to keep.
His pulse pounds against his chest. Authority and greed and affection, he feels it all churn and boil in the pit of his stomach. Gods, he wants her so much. ]
Yes, [ he finally decides. ] I won't stop until you understand how afraid I was of losing you.
[ And, by extension, how much she's loved. Needed. How little it matters to him, the crimes she's committed in her past; not to downplay them, but they made her who she is now.
His voice is low, thick: ] Put your feet back on the floor for me, Ea. [ Gently commanding, gauging Ea's reaction for any discomfort or nervousness. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:50 am (UTC)Immediately the height difference is about one head, and she cranes her head to look up at him. ] Yes, love.
[ There's no 'sir', no 'master' - she's pretty sure Nico would rebel at the thought of being obeyed like that - but there is some deference here to be found. She's putting herself in his hands. She's trusting him. ]
I'm not going to ask you to stop.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:27 am (UTC)Instead: he trails his hand down Ea's front, chest to stomach, then between her legs. He hums at how hot she feels, fingers questing over her against her leggings first, the touch gaining in boldness until he feels bold enough to tug the garment down to her knees, baring her soft skin, her thin underwear. ]
Hold onto me.
[ More gentle suggestions, less authoritative this time. She feels wet already when he slides two fingers over her slit, rubbing her over her panties; it drives him a little crazy to hear the slick sound that the friction makes, how she seems to try to suck him in if he presses inwards. ]
So ready already, love.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:37 am (UTC)Later.
Nico obliterates that thought easily, pulling her leggings down and touching her. Focus on this, focus on here, she thinks, and does it.
He'll find her soaked, dripping. Hardly a wonder the panties glue themselves to her folds from how aroused she is, and when Nico calls it 'ready for me', she loosens a moan.
Holds onto his chest, barely, and cants her hips forward so he'll touch her more. ]
So ready. I've been wet a while.
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Date: 2024-07-15 10:55 am (UTC)This won't be much of a punishment, then.
[ Which, to be fair, Nico doesn't entirely mind. He would much rather indulge Ea than deprive her in any way, even if it means overindulging―
―but, again. Later. Introspection is for men who aren't rock-hard at the thought of fingering his lover into oblivion, and Nico is currently entirely consumed by teasing Ea's cunt with his digits, one callused index sliding into her with careful ease after he slides the wet fabric of her panties to the side for better access. Circling her clit with his thumb as he works her open, fucking his finger in and out in a pale imitation of what he could do with his cock. ]
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Date: 2024-07-15 11:31 am (UTC)And he doesn't stop. The slick sounds from between her legs are echoing in tandem with her shaky moans. There's a rush of blood to her head. ]
Gods. I'm going to be so. Easy. So easy for you. Nico, Nico, please, fuck...
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:36 am (UTC)You can come if you want to, love.
[ A kiss against her jugular, his tongue raking up her throat. Tasting her sweat, her heat, the bob of her neck as she strains to breathe. Gods, she's so pretty like this. ]
Come as many times as you want.
[ He won't stop, is the thing: he keeps fucking her on his hand, changing pace and rhythm, pleased by the way she tries to clench around him. He'll keep fucking her through her orgasms when she has them, keeping her aware of him inside her, aware of how much he wants her to stay. ]
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Date: 2024-07-16 11:45 am (UTC)She notices that he won't give her a chance to catch her breath or recover or even come down from coming, because his fingers drag against the front wall of her cunt and she interlaces one orgasm with another. ]
Oh gods - oh gods, y-yes, there...
[ She moves one hand desperately to his hair, grabbing on for dear life, and shakes again. Eyes wide open on the ceiling, her needy panting in his ear. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 03:44 am (UTC)She comes on his fingers like he'd told her to, and she gets a good girl for her trouble; the sweet, erratic clenching of her wet cunt around his fingers keep telling him that she hasn't stopped coming, and that she's still falling over her own edge. It's perfect, Ea is perfect, and Nico hums, hoarse and low, teeth around her neck to leave harmless lovebites while he changes the pace of his fingers. Slower now, with his thumb circling her clit, rubbing it in slow waves the way his tongue does when she lets him eat her out.
Faster and slower, at random intervals. Punishment and reward. ]
Isn't this better than dying? [ He murmurs, and it's the closest thing he can get to being sly; unfair of him, when he's filling her with another finger, stretching her even more around three thick digits. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 08:42 am (UTC)A laugh, slightly hysterical, breaks out of her. He switches up the pace and even a graze to her clit is enough to have her knees bucking under her.
She curls one hand over his nape, intent on guiding him up for a kiss, except as she draws his head up, hand on his jaw, he says that and adds a third finger.
He gets to see her eyes widen, her lips fall open in surprise. Agony and bliss. One breath out, and raspily, ]
Yes. [ There is something about Nico teaching her a lesson about her recklessness, and her acceptance of her own death, that punches right to her heart.
She's just going to have to never die. ] Please. [ She's not sure what she's begging for now, for him to move his fingers, for him to kiss her?
Incoherence leads to impulse, and a second later she's leaning forward to kiss him, hard and messy. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 10:51 am (UTC)It's all he manages until Ea is kissing him again, and he cranes to meet her. Slow and careful in response to her desperation, methodically meeting her tongue to let her have what she wants while he tries to claim more orgasms out of her, every nerve in his body alight with the feeling of her need. Fingers draw out a fraction, then drive as deeply as they can go a breath later, up to the last knuckle, then back out; it's difficult to make a rhythm at first with how tightly she squeezes around him, but the slide becomes easier with each lovingly drawn-out pump, hot insides clinging but relenting to the friction.
Pulling his mouth off of Ea's, he licks a stripe along the perfect line of her jaw. ]
Do you understand how afraid I was of losing you?
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Date: 2024-07-27 11:40 am (UTC)Nico's massive form is always the appeal - she did say she'd climb him like a tree - but it feels decadent when he's in control. And he is, very much, more in control than her. She wants those strong hands everywhere, she wants him pinning her to the wall and making her feel alive and the need is enough to make her sob against his mouth when she clamps around his fingers and comes again.
Another thing that's happening in excess: the little flutters and greedy clenches of her cunt, her breathy moans, the string of orgasms.
He breathes near her ear and she whimpers. ] Gods - I do - I do. I'll be good, I promise, just... [ She reaches down and cups him through his pants. ] Need you.
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Date: 2024-07-27 12:19 pm (UTC)All for her. She promises she'll be good for him, and he believes it. He wouldn't usually be so rough with her under different circumstances, but she's assured him that she can take it― and enjoys it― under certain conditions. This feels like the right one.
So. Nico presses forward even more, coaxing Ea to tug his leggings down until he can pull his aching erection out of its confines. Fingers pump inside of her for a few more beats until they withdraw altogether, leaving her empty and slick; it's easy for Nico to use his freed hands to haul Ea bodily up against the wall, his grip on her hip, her ass, her cunt rubbing against the length of him to let her feel every inch of what she's about to take. ]
No more hiding from me, beloved. Swear it.
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Date: 2024-07-27 01:21 pm (UTC)She's told him this before, in hushed murmurs while safe in his arms, that she doesn't mind feeling used when it's like this, being his to take however he wants to.
It verges on repentance, to ask him to punish her now. She's still half tempted to sink down to her knees and take his cock in her mouth until he spills down her throat, and cups her cheek, and calls her a good girl again.
She tugs his leggings down to his hips, far down enough to wrap her hand around his length reverently, stroking him a few times. There's enough foresight to know that if he picks her up again, she's fucked - her own leggings are still only down around her ankles and will be a problem, and not being able to wrap her legs around his waist would be - just unacceptable.
(He'd have to turn her around, take her from behind, pin her - okay, that might not be a downside, but she can't think that far ahead.)
He pulls his fingers out and she is off her feet in a heartbeat, squeaking at the helplessness of it all.
As simply put as possible: she dangles. Her eyes meet his, widening. Nerve and impulse are the only drivers, and she angles his cock so that he rubs it between her thighs. She feels every inch and needs. ]
I swear. I swear, Nico. Please, I'm sorry, I'll never - you can see it all, I promise.
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Date: 2024-07-28 12:12 pm (UTC)If she tells him that she needs space, he'll give it to her. If she tells him that she needs time, he'll make some for her. But if she says nothing, he might lose her.
And that feels dire. (What if-s crystalize in his head; a different timeline in which Ea was dragged down here without him, a knife at her throat, ropes around her wrists. A terrible, brutal, unspeakable fate.)
All of that to say: he feels safer like this. Monstrously, selfishly. He shivers at her acquiescence, her promise, and warms immediately to please. It's all the excuse he needs to slowly push into her, her feet still not touching the ground, anchored by his hands and, eventually, his cock. All of it in one slow, agonizing inwards grind, until he's fully seated and pulsing in her hot, tight cunt. ]
Good girl, [ he whispers again, pressing a kiss to the corner of her panting mouth, between her furrowed brows. Light, loving kisses in contrast to the heavy pressure between her legs, which he adds to by starting to rock slowly, fucking in shallow, minuscule pumps. ] My sweet, perfect girl.
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Date: 2024-07-28 02:02 pm (UTC)He can know about the years when she'd let others use her as an exotic little plaything, a hot tiefling to fuck for a night or two and then leave and forget her. He can even know that she's not had a family since she lost hers, not until this bunch of weirdoes came to coincide on the same Nautiloid with her, and that despite the time since she was last devoted to people, the return of that devotion has turned her into the type of person who's willing to die for them.
Later. She'll tell him about it, later, when they're not this raw and needy, when they're not so wrapped up in each other that they don't notice the bloodied background. Later, when - if - they rest.
For now, and for right here, he tilts his hips and presses forward and suddenly she's full. ] Oh gods - oh gods, Nico... [ He pushes in and in, her breath catching with the slow drag of his cock against the front wall of her cunt, locking in her throat like some invisible chokehold.
He must be the only person who can make her feel small and safe. She has her feet in the air, her tail squished between her and the wall, and with the way her leggings cling unhelpfully to her shins above her boots, she feels like nothing more than a cocksleeve for him to use and move and -
Gods, she feels so loved. He presses a kiss to her brows, she tips her head back, lust-dizzy, and licks his chin on the way up to kiss him. ] All yours - all yours, always. [ A beat - one more pump from him, and her breath is shallow and needy. ] Love you so much.
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Date: 2024-07-29 06:27 am (UTC)Held and kept being the operative words, here. What he's doing is graceless, raw hunger subsuming polite consideration: he's pinned Ea against the wall with his cock and his bulk, and he's making her take it. Slow, savoring pumps at first, building to harder, more erratic shoving of skin on skin.
Love you sets his blood on fire; he glows with it, where his ungloved hand is dimpling Ea's thigh. ]
I love you, too. More than even I can know. [ Raggedly, syllables broken by fractured exhales. ] This world would be so lonely without you.
[ Shifting her against the wall, trying to find a different angle to fuck into. He lets her toes brush the floor, mindful that the position might be uncomfortable. Still, he can't bring himself to stop, and keeps grinding up into her, wanting nothing between them but the seams of their sweat-slick bodies, messy and perfect. ]
Hold on to me. [ Not just physically－ in every way that matters. ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 06:37 am (UTC)She finds one last bastion of coherent thought inside her, and uses it to do this: her tail hooks into her leggings, tugging them down to one side, and the mage hand she can summon sometimes joins until one leg of the pair of pants is off and she's free.
She lets out a triumphant laugh, then pounces on Nico at the first available opportunity. It's as he sets her down that this all happens, and she throws herself up into his arms, anchored on his cock as she is, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Oh - bliss. He is so deep she can taste it. She crushes her mouth to his.
This world would be so lonely without you pierces her like a lance. The sort of longing and devotion that calls for a kiss, and another.
Murmured against his lips, ] I've got you. Go hard, love, I can take it. I'll always take it, I promise, I'm yours.
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:13 am (UTC)He blinks, then smiles. Not quite his usual lopsided grin, but adjacent. Affectionate. ]
Since you made your promise to me so sweetly, [ he murmurs back, between kisses. ] I think hard is what you deserve.
[ A light nip against her lower lip in mock-warning, and he starts to fuck her in earnest. Picking her up, pushing her back down, stretching her to his shape with each gliding thrust. Nico keeps his mouth over Ea's, savoring with small growled exhales how he seems to pound the breath out of her, trying to taste the sounds coming out of her kiss-bruised lips. She's so wet, clinging to him, sending diamond-sharp jolts of pleasure through his spine and in his skull; if they connect tadpoles now, they might just fry each other's brains.
He wants to fill her. Make her feel full, satisfied. He seats himself inside Ea fully again, relinquishing one hand from Ea's hip to stroke over her stomach. ]
I want to carry you back with my come still in you.
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Date: 2024-07-29 07:28 am (UTC)Her breath hitches, her eyes flutter closed. He rocks up inside her all the way - or is it pushes her down on his cock? - and the drag of him everywhere is so dizzyingly good that she might cry. Again. He keeps going, even though she expects him to keep edging her; clearly he means it, she deserves hard.
For a few blissful seconds, her mind feels empty. She's stretched and filled, her muscles clenching around him in wild little flutters. And the sounds - oh, the sounds are fucking filthy. She's so wet that it feels like when his thighs slap against her ass with every thrust, she drips - on the floor, on his boots, wherever. And then he tells her that, and her heart stutters.
She opens her eyes and meets his, breath in her throat. The nod comes first. The voice, raspy, pleading, ] Please - yes. Fill me up. [ She won't even magically clean it away, she'll just to what she's told and pull her pants up and leave this godsforsaken place full of his come. (Well, she might ask him to clean her up later. She doubts this ends here.) ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 08:44 am (UTC)Good girl, he whispers again. Low and hoarse, voice skimming low, telltale signs that Nico wants to come. Here, in this concrete prison full of the corpses of Ea's past, with his celestial blood singing take her in his head. An aasimar only truly belongs anywhere with their devotion channeled somewhere, after all.
She's perfect. Infernal and brilliant. Her loneliness fits against his like pieces of a fucked-up puzzle; his grip bruises the delicate skin of her thighs as he pulls her down on top of his cock, and he traps her there while his hips stutter, making her feel every inch of him with her fluttering cunt－
－and he comes, harsh and heavy. Lets her milk him for what he's worth, until his cock finally goes soft in her, spent. He makes jagged sounds against Ea's red-tipped ear, hoarse moans interspersed with broken bits of half-formed words. Yes, and love you. ]
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Date: 2024-07-29 08:58 am (UTC)Her nails dig into his shoulders, she surges up against him to kiss him hard enough to knock their teeth together, her incisors pulling open the wound on her lower lip again, and then - ] Oh gods, yes - yes, come in me, come in, come -
[ Highly intelligent, inquisitive, sneaky motherfucker loses her absolute mind over aasimar dick: mixed medium, portrait.
The world gets fuzzy around the edges, blurry but in a comforting way. Her blood thrums in her veins, the pulse in her throat feeling almost thunderous. She's sweaty, a mess. And also, so grateful, so happy, so fucking loved.
When she comes back to her senses, it's quiet. Nico is panting against her ear, she's got her forehead on his shoulder, and has retracted her nails to just wrap her arms around his neck for a clinging hug. ] I'm sorry - I love you.
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:12 am (UTC)He's not sure when he's learned how to be so afraid. The breadth of the human experience is terrifying― he's so grateful to Ea that she lets him experience it.
With his face buried in her hair, his hips pulling away to unsheathe himself from the welcome heat of her body, he murmurs back: ]
I was just afraid.
[ "It's fine". She doesn't have to apologize; she's the one that hurt most, today.
Gripping her tight, trying not to make the embrace painful, he tries to see if she's amenable to being set back down to earth again, or if her legs are too shaky to support her weight. The latter is fine, since he promised to carry her, after all. ]
I love you. I want to take you back to our room. Want to keep you safe.
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Date: 2024-07-29 11:30 am (UTC)Real, and unacceptable.
She only flinches a little when he pulls out, but makes up for it by pressing feverish kisses where she can reach. His shoulder, his jaw, the corner of his lips, his cheek. Nowhere is safe, and she's not letting him go. Her heartbeat hasn't calmed down yet. ]
If you'll let me do the same. I need you safe, too. [ She bites her lower lip, drawing back to look up at him. For a beat, the words are at the back of her throat and she doesn't dare say them. They might still die, fighting the Absolute. They might still die, and it won't be because they don't love each other hard enough.
But he wants her to not hide, right? Here it is, the rawest and simplest of needs: ] Safe and alive and growing old with me.
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Date: 2024-07-31 12:54 am (UTC)So it floors him. Growing old with me. His reactions degenerate into wide eyes and a tight grip, a moment of near-incomprehension, a flutter of his lashes.
And then, finally: ] ‐I want that, too. [ Genuinely, as if he'd never thought of it before, not because he never wanted it, but because wanting it terrified him too. ] I want you to let me, and I want to let you.
[ Says the feral aasimar, in a room full of corpses. His fingers glow when they touch Ea's jaw, steady to the beat of his pulse. ]
I want to be "us", until we die.
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