[ 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. ]
[ It's so melodramatic, and it's so uncharacteristically needy of someone who's moved through life evading any sorts of needs. In the end, she leans her forehead against his and takes a breath. ]
Good - sounds like we've got a plan beyond ridding ourselves of the unwanted brain visitors, hm?
[ And hells if that doesn't remind her where they are, what they've done. Poor whatshisface, the final insult to him was that his death counted so little they ended up doing this right after the bloodshed. She can't even muster a fraction of guilt - they tied Nico up and kicked him, this is a very measured response.
But she is all of a sudden weary, to the bones. ]
Let's find our stuff - they're not creative enough to have fenced it already, so it'll be somewhere in here. Then let's go. [ She kisses his forehead, then catches his hand on her cheek and kisses his glowing fingertips. ] Take me home, duckling. It's wherever you are.
[ No sympathy for these dead; they tried to end Nico's world, so he ended theirs. It was monstrous of them to think that anything could've been improved by hurting Ea, and some monsters simply require culling.
Nico smiles at being kissed, and dutifully tries to right her rumpled clothes as best as he can manage. Strong hands that'd been busy brandishing a sword and gripping bruises into her thighs are soft and careful now, reverent, smoothing hair away from Ea's pretty face, making sure that her leggings are snug over her long legs. (He tries not to think about his come in her, lest he find himself kneeling right then and there.) With that done, he finally steps away and goes to look for his own things, which have been unceremoniously thrown into a crate for future perusal.
Putting all of his armor back on is too cumbersome to contemplate; he just winds up holding everything by their straps and calling it a day, and sticking close by Ea after she finishes collecting her things.
Their walk back to Elfsong is subdued, and the few passers-by who still occupy the streets look at them with the wariness that they'd show criminals. Nico doesn't care. Framed by moonlight, he still thinks Ea is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he's glad when they return to their inn, back to the privacy of a more familiar space, even though they only manage to get a separate two-person room instead of the suite this time around.
It's not that he doesn't want the rest of the group to have their turn being worried about Ea (he does, he thinks it's sweet that everyone loves her too, and would never deprive her of that), but he thinks that she just might be too tired to field these things tonight. She needs to rest. ]
[ Perhaps unsurprisingly, she manages to pull herself together all the way up until they're inside that tiny two-bed room in Baldur's Gate's classiest inn this side of Wyrm's Rock.
She's found all their belongings again, and didn't even bother with raffling through the others' pockets because - what would've been the point? Unlike most of her life, Ea has more gold in her coinpurse nowadays than she's ever had, in about thirty years put together.
The gear, that's sentimental at this point. It has value. This ring she picked up under the bridge after being whisked away by Raphael the first time. The boots from Nere, the armor from Minthara, that necklace Kagha wore. A lot of her gear came from fallen enemies, come to think about it, and when it all comes down to it - she barely respects Elgar enough to bother.
The journey back goes...foggily. She is not sure how fast they walk, or if he carries her in the end or she moves on autopilot, but thankfully it lasts. And then - then, they're alone. And as the door closes, she takes off her boots, and drops her armor on the floor, and walks up to Nico to wrap her arms around his waist. She hides her face against his chest, nose against his shirt, and clings to the back of his shirt with both hands.
And now, the crash. The first exhale is shuddery, and by the third she is sobbing quietly in his arms. ]
[ Soft breathing, and the dappling of moisture onto his chest. For a brief breath of a moment, Nico doesn't pick up on the cues－ he's never had anyone cry in front of him before, not like this－ but his knowledge coalesces into the shape of the small, shuddering body tucked against him, and he hears something that sounds, vaguely, like the shattering of his heart.
Or is it Ea's heart? Worse. She has so much heart to break; she's given it to so many people, trusted them to hold it, and kept standing despite all those careless hands. They were rough with her, but they were important to her, too. Once upon a time.
Nico can't mend this, he realizes. He also realizes that this isn't his to mend. So he holds her, arms around her middle and his chin to the crown of her head, nestled in her hair, mindful of her horns. He draws small circles against the small of her back, breathes in a steady rhythm, and waits for her to do whatever she wants: cry, scream, claw. This is for her, and her entirely. ]
[ The quiet sobs subside, eventually, when she realises that he's not going anywhere. That makes her love him even more. She presses a kiss to his chest, to his throat, and leans back to look up at him, but only once she's settled.
Usually he'd comb her hair and hold her to sleep after tormenting her with all those orgasms, and being in control; not going for a walk back to the inn. So she knows that the crying was emotional whiplash, but he's still helping. ]
Thank you. [ Let it be noted that she has to bite her tongue to not say sorry for having needs. ]
[ She can take all the time she needs; he isn't going anywhere. When her sobs finally quiet down, her breaths less labored around her grief, Nico dips his head down to kiss salt from her cheeks, to catch residual tears and thumb them off of her flushed skin.
The mask'd been magic-ed back onto his face for their journey back; he lets it dissipate again, white eyes focused on Ea, attentive. ]
Yes. I want that.
[ To not let go, and to stay. He eases her towards the bed that they'll share without releasing her from the loop of his arms, and coaxes her to sit down with him, on his thighs. ]
[ She does without even a hint of protest, more than willing; if Nico doesn't want to let her go tonight, Ea's not inclined to either. Anytime she closes her eyes, there's a chance that she'll see Elgar, or she'll remember the fight in the illithid colony, Nico so close to that avatar of Myrkul that the scythe had almost cleaved him in half. Unacceptable losses, heightened dangers, things that make her dizzy.
She sinks into his lap, shifting so she's close enough that they're chest to chest again. Her arms loop around his shoulder, and she kisses a scar on his jaw, and nuzzles her cheek against his like a cat seeking out affection.
Then, the question of a distraction. Her breath hitches, and she leans back to look at him, her eyes widening - lavenders and greens against black sclera - ] Yes - yeah. Please?
[ A soft breath, the slants and planes of his uneven face made softer by lamplight. Their small room is bathed in low oranges and yellows, dip-dyeing his unnatural eyes, making them look like twin setting suns.
He smiles, combing his fingers through her hair. Petting her, his reciprocation for her feline nuzzling. ]
I could read you something, [ is the benign option. The less benign one: ] Or I could tire you out for the night.
[ Another valid option. He's fine with either, obviously; physical or non-physical, he's here with her for as long as she needs, in whatever way she requires. ]
[ She's not that sure about it being the benign option - she does have that thing about his voice - but it's what she would've picked before tonight, thinking it the safer option, the way to not get her feelings more entrenched with him. Foolish things, which she won't be doing anymore - won't lie to him, won't hide.
So he gets to see it in her eyes, painfully obvious arousal, because maybe someone just remembered that she walked here still dripping with his come. She wants him to pull her pants down and discover it again, and lose his mind. ]
Tire me out. [ She brings both hands up to cup his face, a gods you're so beautiful on the tip of her tongue as she leans in and kisses him. ]
[ She picks the more dangerous option, and fuck, Nico loves her for it. No hiding, no second-guessing, no weighing her options. After all that heartbreak, Ea deserves to want and want and want.
He presses their foreheads together as they kiss, still smelling sex and sweat on her; it's intoxicating in a way that Nico knows he'll never get used to. She feels as novel and fascinating to him as she'd felt the first time he'd touched her, the thrilling feeling of a floor about to drop under his feet. His heart flips, and clenches, and hammers.
When their mouths part, teeth grazing along Ea's lower lip, Nico smiles. A little subdued, but mostly fond. He adores her. ]
Lie on your back. [ He whispers, and nips at her chin. ] Let me take care of everything, tonight.
[ There it is. No judgement, only love. It's going to feel strange and new until it doesn't, until she gets used to having his heart so wholly.
After the events at the end of the day, she could so easily crash. If she were on her own, for example, she'd find a tub full of hot water and rot in it, or she'd run, or she'd never make it out of the basement alive. Thank gods she's not on her own.
She kisses him with all those complicated I'm alive and I want to stay alive emotions, shifting in his lap to get closer to him, hips to hips and chest to chest. Two heartbeats pressed together.
When she opens her eyes next, it's with a somewhat sluggish blink. She cracks a little smile. ]
Okay - but fair warning, I might be a mess. [ She might learn to beg early on.
She leaves a parting kiss to the tip of his nose and gets out of his lap, lying on her back unceremoniously. Still dressed, still with her boots on, but Nico said he'll take care of everything tonight, and she recalls him saying he wanted to bring her here and keep her safe.
An impossible task in their livelihoods. She will let him take care of her, though, so he also feels more settled. ]
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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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Date: 2024-07-31 06:39 am (UTC)Good - sounds like we've got a plan beyond ridding ourselves of the unwanted brain visitors, hm?
[ And hells if that doesn't remind her where they are, what they've done. Poor whatshisface, the final insult to him was that his death counted so little they ended up doing this right after the bloodshed. She can't even muster a fraction of guilt - they tied Nico up and kicked him, this is a very measured response.
But she is all of a sudden weary, to the bones. ]
Let's find our stuff - they're not creative enough to have fenced it already, so it'll be somewhere in here. Then let's go. [ She kisses his forehead, then catches his hand on her cheek and kisses his glowing fingertips. ] Take me home, duckling. It's wherever you are.
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Date: 2024-08-03 11:01 pm (UTC)Nico smiles at being kissed, and dutifully tries to right her rumpled clothes as best as he can manage. Strong hands that'd been busy brandishing a sword and gripping bruises into her thighs are soft and careful now, reverent, smoothing hair away from Ea's pretty face, making sure that her leggings are snug over her long legs. (He tries not to think about his come in her, lest he find himself kneeling right then and there.) With that done, he finally steps away and goes to look for his own things, which have been unceremoniously thrown into a crate for future perusal.
Putting all of his armor back on is too cumbersome to contemplate; he just winds up holding everything by their straps and calling it a day, and sticking close by Ea after she finishes collecting her things.
Their walk back to Elfsong is subdued, and the few passers-by who still occupy the streets look at them with the wariness that they'd show criminals. Nico doesn't care. Framed by moonlight, he still thinks Ea is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he's glad when they return to their inn, back to the privacy of a more familiar space, even though they only manage to get a separate two-person room instead of the suite this time around.
It's not that he doesn't want the rest of the group to have their turn being worried about Ea (he does, he thinks it's sweet that everyone loves her too, and would never deprive her of that), but he thinks that she just might be too tired to field these things tonight. She needs to rest. ]
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Date: 2024-08-03 11:14 pm (UTC)She's found all their belongings again, and didn't even bother with raffling through the others' pockets because - what would've been the point? Unlike most of her life, Ea has more gold in her coinpurse nowadays than she's ever had, in about thirty years put together.
The gear, that's sentimental at this point. It has value. This ring she picked up under the bridge after being whisked away by Raphael the first time. The boots from Nere, the armor from Minthara, that necklace Kagha wore. A lot of her gear came from fallen enemies, come to think about it, and when it all comes down to it - she barely respects Elgar enough to bother.
The journey back goes...foggily. She is not sure how fast they walk, or if he carries her in the end or she moves on autopilot, but thankfully it lasts. And then - then, they're alone. And as the door closes, she takes off her boots, and drops her armor on the floor, and walks up to Nico to wrap her arms around his waist. She hides her face against his chest, nose against his shirt, and clings to the back of his shirt with both hands.
And now, the crash. The first exhale is shuddery, and by the third she is sobbing quietly in his arms. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 12:59 am (UTC)Or is it Ea's heart? Worse. She has so much heart to break; she's given it to so many people, trusted them to hold it, and kept standing despite all those careless hands. They were rough with her, but they were important to her, too. Once upon a time.
Nico can't mend this, he realizes. He also realizes that this isn't his to mend. So he holds her, arms around her middle and his chin to the crown of her head, nestled in her hair, mindful of her horns. He draws small circles against the small of her back, breathes in a steady rhythm, and waits for her to do whatever she wants: cry, scream, claw. This is for her, and her entirely. ]
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Date: 2024-08-05 06:37 am (UTC)Usually he'd comb her hair and hold her to sleep after tormenting her with all those orgasms, and being in control; not going for a walk back to the inn. So she knows that the crying was emotional whiplash, but he's still helping. ]
Thank you. [ Let it be noted that she has to bite her tongue to not say sorry for having needs. ]
Do you want to just...not let me go tonight?
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Date: 2024-08-05 07:46 am (UTC)The mask'd been magic-ed back onto his face for their journey back; he lets it dissipate again, white eyes focused on Ea, attentive. ]
Yes. I want that.
[ To not let go, and to stay. He eases her towards the bed that they'll share without releasing her from the loop of his arms, and coaxes her to sit down with him, on his thighs. ]
Do you want a distraction?
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Date: 2024-08-05 08:08 am (UTC)She sinks into his lap, shifting so she's close enough that they're chest to chest again. Her arms loop around his shoulder, and she kisses a scar on his jaw, and nuzzles her cheek against his like a cat seeking out affection.
Then, the question of a distraction. Her breath hitches, and she leans back to look at him, her eyes widening - lavenders and greens against black sclera - ] Yes - yeah. Please?
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Date: 2024-08-06 01:51 am (UTC)He smiles, combing his fingers through her hair. Petting her, his reciprocation for her feline nuzzling. ]
I could read you something, [ is the benign option. The less benign one: ] Or I could tire you out for the night.
[ Another valid option. He's fine with either, obviously; physical or non-physical, he's here with her for as long as she needs, in whatever way she requires. ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 06:43 am (UTC)So he gets to see it in her eyes, painfully obvious arousal, because maybe someone just remembered that she walked here still dripping with his come. She wants him to pull her pants down and discover it again, and lose his mind. ]
Tire me out. [ She brings both hands up to cup his face, a gods you're so beautiful on the tip of her tongue as she leans in and kisses him. ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 07:04 am (UTC)He presses their foreheads together as they kiss, still smelling sex and sweat on her; it's intoxicating in a way that Nico knows he'll never get used to. She feels as novel and fascinating to him as she'd felt the first time he'd touched her, the thrilling feeling of a floor about to drop under his feet. His heart flips, and clenches, and hammers.
When their mouths part, teeth grazing along Ea's lower lip, Nico smiles. A little subdued, but mostly fond. He adores her. ]
Lie on your back. [ He whispers, and nips at her chin. ] Let me take care of everything, tonight.
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Date: 2024-08-06 07:14 am (UTC)After the events at the end of the day, she could so easily crash. If she were on her own, for example, she'd find a tub full of hot water and rot in it, or she'd run, or she'd never make it out of the basement alive. Thank gods she's not on her own.
She kisses him with all those complicated I'm alive and I want to stay alive emotions, shifting in his lap to get closer to him, hips to hips and chest to chest. Two heartbeats pressed together.
When she opens her eyes next, it's with a somewhat sluggish blink. She cracks a little smile. ]
Okay - but fair warning, I might be a mess. [ She might learn to beg early on.
She leaves a parting kiss to the tip of his nose and gets out of his lap, lying on her back unceremoniously. Still dressed, still with her boots on, but Nico said he'll take care of everything tonight, and she recalls him saying he wanted to bring her here and keep her safe.
An impossible task in their livelihoods. She will let him take care of her, though, so he also feels more settled. ]
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