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Laurius was torn between mad arousal and pure frustration as Artisuren's weight pressed down over him and kept him from thrusting as fiercely against the furniture as he'd been before. Instead, it served to pinch his need against the cushioned edging of the lounge.

It will pass...

And... it did. The pain ebbed. His quaking length crammed beneath him spasmed less. It was still painfully erect, but it was no longer soaking his trousers against his will. He didn't think there was anything left to give... Laurius's heaving, agonized breath evened out into something close to small, relieved whimpers. Then, when he was sure it was safe, he spit the pillow from his teeth and huffed air against the chaise's seat. "Fuck. Fuck... Fuck her. Fuck you. Fuck the Gods..." He closed his eyes and pushed back against Artisuren. He stifled a small groan of want at the feeling.

Artisuren very slowly released the man's arms and removed his weight from his back. He shifted next to the man and turned his face toward him, touching him as little as possible. "It's done. Just breathe," he reassured. He scanned Laurius's dilated eyes, checked that his nose wasn't bleeding, and slid a finger lightly into the corner of his mouth, pressing between his gums until his teeth parted so he could check them. He glanced at the man's drenched pants, and a pang of desire went through him.
It was standard practice to check him down below as well. Some people did serious damage attempting to get relief from the sensations. Laurius had only pressed into the couch, so he was fairly sure no injury had been done.

Laurius pulled away from Artisuren's probing of his mouth and rolled over onto his back, half lying on the chaise. He stretched his legs along the floor and worked at his belt and trousers to free himself, grimacing at the terrible mess he'd made of his clothes. He wasn't shy as he let his wet need stretch into the air. His hand skimmed over it, as if checking it for injuries. It only served to make his hips buck and a strangled sound catch in the back of his throat. He still felt so sensitive... He stretched back, forcing his hands to cup the edge of the seat and not touch himself, uncertain if it would offer any relief at all. He noticed then, that his shoulder didn't hurt and the hand he'd used to touch himself briefly was the hand he normally used, the one he'd injured. He was healed but not sure he was better.

"You carry that in your pocket? Why?" he asked, so confused by why one would have such a thing. He dug his nails into the fabric, and locked his knees to keep from thrusting up into the air. Eventually, it would wear off, he thought.

Artisuren swallowed a lump in his throat at the need that leaked into Laurius's voice. His body wanted to throw himself at him... to try to relieve him.

It wasn't the first time he'd felt attraction toward Laurius, but it still took him off guard. It also surprised him that the last thing he wanted to do was think about Kishva. "My previous Yurivis's tastes run... darker than most," he said evasively. "She provides these because she does not truly wish us to be injured."

Laurius huffed “A sadist,” he said. “I like to give orders but I’m not into causing pain. At least… not true pain. A little hurt can be good if done right…” He throbbed at the thought and clenched his eyes, tilting his head back with a hiss.

He didn’t understand how his body could possibly want another second of stimulation, or another climax. He felt as if he’d spilled a years worth already. But his mind kept saying, ‘Once more. Once more… and it will be over.’

He plucked at the wet trousers like a guitar string before his hand went to his length and curled around it, pumping once to relieve the ache. “Ngh…” He winced tighter, hips rising to meet his touch. Once wasn’t enough. His gaze lifted to Artisuren’s pretty mouth. He thought of his weight pressed behind him, and then he imagined the being bent ofer the chaise as he’d been, and it was Laurius pressed over him instead, railing into him until they both broke.

His hand began to feverishly brush across his wet skin, his eyes locking on Artisuren. “Help your master, Ren.” His voice was raspy. Strained.

The way he spoke his name made Artisuren's stomach flip. Green eyes soaked in the desperate, hungry way Laurius touched himself. Help your master, Ren.

He was between the man's legs within moments, carefully pulling away his hands. His hard length was already beginning to look red and angry. "Not so rough... you'll injure yourself," he barely breathed, using his lips to carefully push away the man's hand. He licked at the damp skin, testing. Laurius's cum tasted of salt and smoke. The muscle at the base of his cock was rock-hard, veins showing under his skin. This was a powerful male who was not under control. His nerves rattled a warning at him.

Before he could scare himself out of it, he swallowed him in one desperate motion. He had to draw his jaw wide as he could to accommodate the man, careful not to scrape him with his teeth. He pushed it deep, until it tapped the back of his throat, and slid away slowly. He closed his eyes tight, unsure where to look or how fast to go.

Laurius moaned deep at the wet, tight warmth enveloping him. He melted against the chaise. It took all his will to keep from grabbing hold of Artisuren’s horns and thrusting unyieldingly into his mouth.

“Good boy,” he grunted, knotting is hand tight in Artisuren’s hair. He braced himself on an elbow and watched the being take him. “That’s a good boy. Use that perfect mouth.”

Laurius's erotic, praising command made him shiver and wrap his tongue harder around the man's cock. He could feel his twitching along his lips. Shit... why did it feel this satisfying? He wondered what his mouth felt like. Was his clumsy fellatio really that good? What would make it feel better? He had no experience with this, in either role.

He dared a glance upward. Laurius's expression drew his stomach into knots. A wild feeling pulled at his thoughts. "You can move," he gasped, sliding free of him just enough to speak without biting. His green eyes met Laurius's with a flash of daring. "...If you want." The words made his lips brush against his tip before swallowing him again.

“Oh Ren,” Laurius hummed, the sound vibrating through him. “Be careful what you offer…” His hand knotted a little tighter in Artisuren’s hair, and he gave a testing thrust into the warmth of his mouth. He huffed and gently thrust again, but the need to pump in, to go deep, was a mad thread in his mind. He braced himself with one arm and moved his hand from Artisuren’s hair to one of his horns, holding the being’s head steady as he pushed through Artisuren’s welcoming lips.


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Tenara was watching a couple who had come to the back of the ship. They hadn’t noticed her, and she felt too awkward to leave at this point, so she watched them quietly. The man embraced the woman from behind, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. They watched the ocean together, and while they were distracted, Tenara thought about leaving and going back to the room to apologize. She eased out of the wicker lounge and snuck along the edge of the sitting area, turning the corner and colliding with a hard, tall form.

Artisuren's vision blurred as the man suddenly gripped his horns. He made a strangled sound, but thrust himself deeper over Laurius's length, shoving it to the hilt until his lips squeezed against his balls. He sucked him hard, his throat convulsing around the thing that invaded it, and slid that tightness back and forth over Laurius's head until he had no choice but to come up for air. He pulled free with a gasp, coughing, only to tug him back inside him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How come it felt so good to hear his ragged breaths above him?
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Havi had already explored the whole port side of the ship, but hadn't run into Tenara yet. He felt fairly sure he'd find her somewhere on the deck level, given her experiences with the hold areas. She hadn't even seemed totally comfortable in the canteen that morning, or even the library.

That idiot, running his mouth. As if Tenara was the type to hold fears for no reason. He ground his teeth, trying to remember that the man had only just met her, but Havi had no reason to like him. He had every reason not to, in fact.

He was making his way around a corner near the stern when a smaller form collided with him. The impact barely jostled him, but her body bounced with the impact. His reflexes jumped in, and he caught her up against him before she could tumble backwards.

Laurius’s hooded gaze watched Artisuren work, his hips pumping up to meet the being’s hungry mouth. The feel of being wedged tight within his mouth, the slight gag Artisuren made when he went too deep… He loved the sound. It was bliss in itself. “You take your master so well, Ren…” He could barely form the words to praise him. He was so close… but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to ravage every part of the being.

“Ren… let me fuck you.” He winced, not meaning for it to be an order. Did intention matter? It had to matter…


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Tenara hands clutched onto Havitharon’s arm and the fabric of his shirt. “Havi,” she said, relief in her voice. “I was just coming back to the room… To apologize. Is he okay?” She spotted the book edged under his other arm. “Did he kick us out?”

Artisuren raised his deeply flushed face up to look at his master. His eyes and cheeks were wet from having something so huge down his throat, but he looked nervous, not upset. "H-how?" he panted. "I mean... what do I..."

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"He is fine," he promised, brushing her hair behind her ear. He thought of the toothsbane pearls and why Artisuren carried them, and a nauseous dread he hadn't felt in a long time turned his stomach. He suddenly pulled her closer against him, breath shaking. He hadn't realized how upset he was, but suddenly he was shivering. He clung to her small form like it might fly away. "Thank god," he murmured. He bent his neck to bury his nose in her hair. "Thank god you are you."

Laurius brushed his fingers over Artisuren’s face, and cupped his cheek. “I’ll help,” he murmured, sliding off the chaise. He fumbled with Artisuren’s trousers, pulling them open and pushing them down his thighs. His own were gathered around his knees but he had no patience to undress. It was taking all his restraint to gently guide Artisuren to lay with his belly pressed against the chaise seat.

The sight of his waiting body pulled a low, pleased groan from him. He tucked a finger into his mouth. Pulled it free. He pressed it to the place he desperately wanted to be buried inside. “Relax.” An order. It would move this faster, Laurius thought. His legs shook with want. “Let me prepare you.”

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Tenara’s brow furrowed at Havitharon’s strange behavior, even as she welcomed the embrace and the feel of his breath on her neck. Her arms slipped around him, fingers running down his back. “Havi? Are you okay? Did something happen?”

She would redislocate Laurius’s are if the man had said something to hurt Havi…

Artisuren flinched at the unfamiliar sensation. He tried to figure out how to do as Laurius had asked, but the pressure was so strange. The memory of the last time just made him want to panic. He didn't want to mess this up. He just needed to stay calm, and try to learn what to do.

He pressed his forehead to the cushion and tried to slow his breathing. "Master," he murmured, using the word to soothe himself. "Please..."

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Havi closed his eyes. Her fingertips were warm like sunshine on his skin. "I was just reminded that if I had not met you, regardless of who eventually won and tamed me, I doubt I could have come out of it whole."

He curled his hand over the back of her head. "I am sorry you had to hear something like that, before."

Laurius couldn't tell what Artisuren was asking for. He pressed over the man, resting his head against the shirt draped over his back. "Not yet," he whispered, and Laurius was mostly sure he was telling himself that. Not yet. But his body ached. Begged. In moments he'd slipped a second finger in, and then another, and by then his legs were quaking. He'd never been this impatient before. "Are you ready, Ren?"

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Tenara closed her eyes and pressed her cheek to Havi's chest. Who would have thought what they would become to each other that bitter cold day in Arken when she and the sorcerer had pulled him from his world. She still wasn't certain who had done the heavy lifting in that spell—who had completed it.

"It's fine. He wasn't... wrong. I did drink myself silly..." And it hadn't stopped her from waking up thinking she was trapped in the dark. "It's good we found each other. Where would I be if you hadn't come along?"