Heirot

The alien's breath grew heavy. This damned pervert... He doubted he could do a jumping jack at all in his current state. Besides, if the man preferred...

Would that huge thing even fit in his mouth? The image made him shiver. He parted his lips to vote for jumping jacks, but the thing Laurius was squeezing between his legs gave his answer before his mouth could. "Fuck," he gasped, attempting to wriggle backwards, but he'd already been told to stand still.

Laurius smiled as he felt the organ between the alien's legs grow hard. He bent forward, pressing his cheek to Artisuren's before pressing his lips near his ear. "So we prefer the same thing. Good. On your knees, Arti." He lifted his hand off Artisuren's neck and took a half-step back. His hands went to his belt, and he felt heat in his cheeks as the clang of metal filled the air. Laurius parted his trousers and pulled his length out, stroking it lightly. "On your knees and open your mouth. Don't bite."

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Tenara brushed Stalker's fur. Though the situation had been tense, it had provided a rather nice distraction from the ship. Now it was quiet, and she could hear the waves against the hull and feel the sway.

"Do you think... Do you think they're..." Her cheeks burned. "Is that... Is that what you need of me?" She glanced up at Havi. "To be commanded or... Do you want me to command you as Laurius does Artisuren?"

Havi looked startled by her question. "Were you worrying about that?" he asked. Of course she was. He'd been so angry that he hadn't properly explained anything to her.

"I would accept you if you chose that approach," he said carefully, "I would accept you in any form. I'm sure it seems deranged, given the way your society works, but that is part of what I am. But if you're asking if I need the same things he does, then no... I don't need that from you, except during my rut. Even if I neglect the rut, it's a craving that will pass; it won't do any permanent harm or destroy me."

He frowned at the door. "Artisuren is different. He is bond-broken. The person he exists to serve has rejected him. Now those instincts will have no outlet except to turn on him. They will never go back to normal."

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Artisuren dropped, a bit heavily, to his knees and stared at the impressive thing Laurius offered to him. This excitement was because of him? For some reason, the thought satisfied him. He was wanted. Laurius's commands felt good. For now, that was all that mattered. He touched his length testingly with his fingers before guiding it slowly into his mouth.

A tremor of desire stunned him. The man's flesh was hot, and tasted of clean sweat. He liked how it felt against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't sure how to do this. How would he want such a thing to feel if he were receiving it? Artisuren slid his tongue slowly around him and took him in deep, pressing him against the back of his throat. His own dick twitched at the sensation. His apprehension gave way to curiosity. He slid away again and explored the tip with his tongue, learning each ridge and curve of him.

Tenara thought for a moment. "If we bonded... would you be that way if something happened to me? Or is it only if the connection is willfully severed?"

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Laurius exhaled a ragged breath as wet warmth enveloped him. He pressed forward into the touch, flattening the palm of one hand on the crates behind Artisuren and leaning forward over the being. His other hand brushed across the top of Artisuren's head, curling his hand around one of his horns. "Good boy." Laurius thrust his hips forward a little, guiding himself through Artisuren's lips and deeper into his mouth. "Suck me. Yes... If you like it, I'll show you what it feels like."

Artisuren closed his eyes and took in the sensation of that hot, soft skin gliding between his lips and tapping against his throat. The sound of Laurius's ragged breathing was fascinating, so different from what he would listen for from a satisfied Yurivis.

He wasn't prepared for the man's grip on his horn. He nearly jerked away, but instead he moaned. The sound came out strangled over the thick organ stuffed in his mouth and only served to widen his throat and accept him even deeper. It felt so strange, cutting off his air momentarily. He slid back just enough to free himself to breathe, but the man's heated words of encouragement sent up a wild rush of excitement in him. The man's grip on his horn chased the aches from his body so rapidly that he groaned. He swallowed Laurius again, driving him deep and sucking.

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Havi hesitated at her question. Of course, a person like her wouldn't like the idea of leaving him in that state. "...Yes. It would happen the same, except I would not have a Laurius. I think what happened with those two was a freak accident related to the summoning ritual and the dagger's connection. I've never heard of such a stand-in scenario working before. We'll have time to investigate the ritual more thoroughly soon enough."

Laurius groaned, wincing as he tried to keep his control. "Yes. Fuck..." he huffed, trying to find his voice but the sensations pouring into him were compounding and everything was tightening low in his belly. He curled his hand tighter around Artisuren's horn and thrust into his mouth, grunting with each shove. There was something so... wicked in this. Demanding this of Artisuren. But the man wanted it. He wanted to be commanded and consumed, and Laurius was happy to give him that. "I'm going to finish in your mouth, Artisuren. Swallow it." His voice was strained as the words left his lips, his control splintering apart a second later. His hips jerked, and he exhaled sharp, soft cries as he spilled inside the being's waiting mouth.

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Tenara nodded even as a little twinge of anxiety filled her. She wanted to be closer to Havi. To be his... But, she didn't want to leave him as Aritsuren was when she died of old age. He was a sword. He would live on without her. She didn't want him to burn to ash wishing she were there.

Her gaze drifted to the dagger and she slipped off the bed, going to it and hesitantly pressing her fingers to the blade. It was warm but not uncomfortably so. Whatever they were doing, it was helping Artisuren.

"We're likely not going to have much privacy sharing a room with them," she said, glancing at the bed and then around the room. "But the room is nice... The bed is comfortable..." Tenara went to stand near him, looking up the sharp lines of his face. "Kiss me," she said and smiled a little at the order. "I don't want the last person to have touched my lips to be the Prince of Arken."

In my mouth? SWALLOW it?? Artisuren struggled to breathe between Laurius's thrusts. He squeezed the man's thighs, his fingertips making pale dents in his warm skin. The sounds Laurius was making were full of erotic dominance and yet strangely vulnerable. He wanted to hear more. He wondered what the man's face looked like right now. He opened his eyes enough to try looking upward, but his vision was too watery to see much. It was all he could handle just to accept the huge thing thrusting into his mouth. He could feel it when Laurius's orgasm started. His whole length pulsed, and heat washed down the back of Artisuren's throat. He clenched his eyes and swallowed, making strangled sounds as Laurius jerked inside him. When the man finally eased off, Artisuren fell back, coughing. He glanced up at Laurius, his face damp for multiple reasons.

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Havi touched her cheek and guided it up to his lips, kissing her gently. "I'm sorry you experienced such a thing," he whispered in the small space between them. He cocooned her in his long arms and hung his chin on her head with a sigh. "I spoke harshly to them before. It has always bothered me... the loss of self that comes from blindly following a female. I knew lady Kishva. Nothing about her justifies such devotion. His suffering is meaningless, but it won't occur to him to blame her. He will sooner doubt and hate himself than question her choice. Perhaps it is not his fault, since our nature compels us to serve. I can even understand his actions, but that only makes Ivie like him infuriate me more."

Laurius loomed over Artisuren, his hand braced against the crates. He dragged air into his lungs and sighed before sinking to his knees in front of the being. Laurius appraised him in the dark. The beam of moonlight spilling through the porthole made one side of his face glow and the other shadow, but it was easy to see the contented pleasure slackening the business man’s features.

“See? Even your mouth is perfect,” he said, and reached forward. He wrapped his hand around Artisuren’s wet chin and jaw, angling his face so that he could see it in the light. He grinned and pressed forward. “Don’t bite,” he ordered, and took Artisuren’s mouth with his own, his tongue dancing between the man’s lips. He tasted himself and Artisuren and moaned at the knowledge.

Then, he pulled away and took a handkerchief from his pocket. He began to tenderly clean Artisuren’s face, taking care to dry his eyes, and when he was done, he nodded to a set of shorter crates. “Go over there. Unbutton your pants and sit on one of those crates.” He kissed Artisuren again, slow and teasing. Then, he said with a faint whisper against the alien’s lips, “Your turn, Arti.”

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Tenara frowned as she listened to Havi speak of his world. She turned her face up to him. “What brought you here is horrible… but I am glad you are not there.” Tenara glanced at the dagger. “I hope that Laurius treats him kindly.”

Artisuren walked toward the crate in a daze. He felt at his still-tingling lips in astonishment. The sensation of kissing a male had been stranger than he could have imagined, but it wasn't unpleasant. How was it not unpleasant? In fact, everything just now had been...

"See? Even your mouth is perfect."

He shivered, still touching his lips as he reached the crate Laurius sent him to. What was so great about his mouth? And what was this about 'his turn'? He reached slowly to his pants and unfastened them, growing uneasy. Did he mean 'that'? He examined his loosened fly. He was shamelessly erect, thanks to whatever weird magic was on that pervert's knife, but could he really do that again? A residual throb reminded him of what they'd done the night before. "I, uh... I'm okay without a turn," he said as he looked back at Laurius.

Laurius tucked himself back into his pants as he approached Artisuren and knelt before the man, hands curling over his thighs and squeezing as he looked the alien in his strange eyes. “Shhh,” he tsked, smiling as he shifted further between the beings legs and took Artisuren’s length in one strong hand. “Relax.” His hand stroked along Artisuren, firm but gentle, his gaze never leaving Artisuren’s. His hand explored the texture and ridges of his skin, fingers tracing lightly along the veining. “So beautiful,” he murmured and dipped his face to it. He licked along the head, and then traced down the length. He sighed at the taste, smiling against the soft flesh. Then, Laurius pressed a kiss to the head of him, and his lips parted and he took Artisuren into his mouth, down into his throat as far as he could. When he pulled back, his hand took hold of the lower part of Artisuren’s length, working in combination with his mouth over all of him.

"What are you---Ah!" Artisuren sagged back against the crate, panting. He was actually....with his... The Ivis arched his neck back and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. It was too strange. He couldn't bring himself to look at what Laurius was doing, but it felt... "Hah....God..." he gasped, fingers clenching over the edge of the crate.

Laurius pulled back, lathing his tongue over the head of Artisuren’s length. “Sit up. Watch,” he ordered, grinning. “Tell me how it feels, Artisuren.”

His lips parted and he took Artisuren deep, sucking him down. Soft, wet sounds spilled into the air until he came up for air, and only a second before he was around him again.

Artisuren squinted hesitantly down at the sight of the man taking him aggressively in his mouth. "It feels...hngh! How are you...so good at this?" he shuddered. A helpless moan spilled from him, and he clapped a hand over his lips.

Laurius grinned for a second at Artisuren's reaction but offered the man no explanation. Let him think he was magic or monster or miracle. Laurius had practice, and he devoted every bit of knowledge to pleasing the alien he'd conjured from someplace only the Gods knew where.

Artisuren struggled to stay calm. He literally couldn't look away, and watching Laurius suck his cock made the sensations even stronger. The man's eyelashes were surprisingly long, he noticed. No, don't admire him!

Too late. "Wait," he panted, pressing a hand to his forehead. His hair was so soft. His hand sprang away again as if he'd licked it. "L-let go, I might-"