Heirot

Tenara's hand slipped from Havi's horn at the look in his eyes. Her legs shifted as concern bloomed in her chest. She almost tried to sit up straight, to close her legs off, to give him space, but his fingers were still inside her and the shifting angle sent a discomforting hitch through her. She decided to keep her feet as he'd put them. "I'm sorry," she whispered, cupping his face. "Did I do something wrong?"

Somewhere amid his rampaging emotions, he managed to realize he was badly confusing his Yurivis. "No!" He withdrew his fingers carefully so he could shift forward and pull her into a hug. "No, no. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Forgive me. I just realized it all at once."

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This was not exactly what he imagined. Artisuren drew another handful of silt out of the brook and spread it over his shoulder and chest, where his skin seemed to sting the most. His arms, neck and shoulders were already painted in fine, dark clay mud. He sighed and slid the stuff over his pecs, grimacing as the mixture smoothed across his nipples. He had to admit that the heavyness of the cool mud was a fascinating sensation, but it hadn't changed much about the itchy, hot feeling on his skin.

Maybe it didn't work on his type of skin. Or maybe this was a big gag, and he'd fallen for it. He scoffed and shook his head. "Guess I'll wash it off," he muttered, trudging to a spot where the spring formed a small waterfall over a fallen tree. He sat at its base and leaned his head back into the stream, letting the cold current rinse over his head and shoulders.

Tenara burrowed into the warmth of his embrace, feeling a strange tightness in her chest. "There's nothing to forgive," she murmured against his neck. "I never want to hurt you, that's all. I was just..." She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, fingers dancing along his ribs. Her lips drew his skin into her mouth. "I just want to give you pleasure, however you wish it. You could ask anything of me, and I would give it. I trust you. I know you mean me no harm. I know you want what is best for me. I feel so comfortable here with you. Even in the open. Naked. Vulnerable as it is. I would give you any desire, that's all I wanted you to know."

Because I care for you, she thought. Because I trust you. Because I... love you.

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Laurius slowed on the stream as he spotted a naked and mud-clad Artisuren rinsing himself in the water. He sighed, purposefully loud enough for the being to hear. "I'm glad I found you and not them. I know of only one reason for anyone to sneak off in this weather..." He approached the stream, appraising Artisuren without an ounce of bashfulness. "Did it help?"

Havi drew his head back just enough to meet her eyes. "You have already given it to me. Even just now, you keep giving me things I would have lived and died without ever imagining they could exist." He shook his head, certain he sounded insane. "When you said to give you what I want... said that as my Yurivis...it just suddenly got hard to breathe."

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Artisuren sat up taller in the water, alert now that he had an audience. "Does it look like it helped?" he asked, stretching out to enable the man to study him. "Feels the same, whether it's mud, air, or water on it."

Tenara framed his face in her hands and smiled softly as she leaned to kiss his lips. She tasted herself on his mouth, and the memory of his touch was a bolt of lightning in her belly. "I will try not to steal your breath anymore," she said against his lips, kissing him again, then down along his jaw and his neck. Her hands skimmed his bare body. It had begun to dry now that they were sheltered beneath the overhang. She pulled him close, her lips trailing to his ear. She kissed him, nipping at the skin. "Take me. Here. Please." It could be so long before they got another chance to be alone.

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Laurius frowned. "Maybe we should consult our resident phage experts? Maybe something is missing? Your form might be destabilizing or..." His brain ran down a list of possibilities. "Not even the cool water feels good?" he asked, cupping some in his hand and leaning out over the creek to pour it over his shoulder.

Havi kissed her, words forgotten as he fell into the feeling of her. He drew her other leg up and over his other shoulder to join the first, pinning them together at the ankle with his long-fingered grip. "Yes, Yurivis," he purred hungrily.

He rose, pressing her thighs to her chest, holding her feet steady. It was an unusually dominant position, born mainly from his intention to lift her up later so she wouldn't be injured against the rock. Regardless of the intent, the position gave him a lot of control, so he moved slowly. He reached down and guided himself gently inside her. He groaned as her heat seemed to suck him in. "Ah... Tenara..."

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Ren's eyes tracked the way Laurius's hand moved as it trickled water onto his shoulder. How come even his hands were beautiful? He thunked his head back into the water to cool off the interest that warmed his veins. "Well, it's good for other reasons," he said mysteriously, and looked at him while the stream iced over his face. "I don't feel unstable. Just strange to have a burn with no visible rash and no response to what I put on it. Like it's coming from somewhere else. Anyway, it's not intolerable, and it'll probably just go away on its own. Unless I have some weird allergy to the salt air.

"Hah..." Tenara huffed, eyes closing at the sensation of his large length invading, pressing deeply into her. Her hands tangled in his hair at the back of his neck. She even liked the feel of the rock beneath her, the sharp press of it through the soft moss. He could have taken her smaller form on a bed of nails and she would have loved it. And, despite everything that had happened to her, she loved the dominance of the position. Tenara trusted Havi more than she had ever trusted anyone.

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Laurius used his hand to help smear mud from Ren's shoulder, and down his arm. He couldn't tell if he was helping wash the mud off of massage it in. A second later, Laurius was up to his thighs in the water, smoothing his hands over the being to help clean him. "Still, maybe we should ask them. Just to be sure... I don't like you in pain. Even if it's minimal. You shouldn't suffer if it's unnecessary."

Havi moaned, sliding to the hilt inside her. He remembered her request, to know what he wanted. "I want to lift you up so your weight kisses my chest, and feel you wrapped tight around me, entirely in my arms," he purred. He pulled her in close and lifted her easily with both arms, her legs pinned between her chest and his shoulder. He huffed and swelled larger inside her. "Now, I want you to hold on to my horns, as hard as you like," he rasped, and began to move inside her.

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Artisuren swallowed hard, trying not to get the wrong reaction to the man's hands on his body. He was just smearing mud. "I'll ask, but I'm not....suffering," he said breathily, twitching as Laurius's arm brushed his chest accidentally. Think about mud, mud, mud.

Tenara's breath hitched at the change in stance as he rose, and the words burned in her ears. She hesitated only a second in removing her hands from where they grasped his neck for support, fearful she might fall, but her trust outweighed the fear. She reached up, one at a time, and grasped his horns with increasing tightness as his body collided with hers. Heavy-lidded eyes burned up at him, loving the look of adoration on his face, the crease of his brow as he focused on the feel of her body wrapped around him. She should have felt trapped, helpless in this position, but all she felt was entirely his. Entirely wanted. She wanted to kiss him, but reaching his lips this way would be impossible. So she settled on letting him hear her voice.

Unfortunately for the location they'd chosen, while it offered cover from the lightening rain, it served to echo outward even the smallest squeak of pleasure.

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"Well, we may have varying opinions on suffering," Laurius argued, dipping his hands into the water and swiping them over Artisuren's back, then around to his chest. His hands painted circles over Ren, and he allowed himself to be a little playful, to skim a little lower. "I think they had the right idea," Laurius mused. "There's no privacy to be together in our little encampment..." He came to stand behind Artisuren, drawing patterns in the mud still left on his skin. He paused as he heard a soft sound flutter over the rain. At first, it was indiscernible, but then it began to build into a familiar cadence—the sweet bliss of a woman being worshiped. He grinned, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the side of Artisuren's neck. The kiss trailed up to his ear. "Do you think they'd want an audience?"

"Haah!" Havi's vision swam at the firm grip on his horns. A sense of well-being, of perfect trust, overwhelmed him. She cared for him. She would honor her right to him.

"Yes. Claim me," he rasped, holding her tight as he pumped faster inside her. Her cries stirred him up so much faster than he intended. "Ah, gods..."

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Artisuren's stomach rolled in deep, careful breaths as Laurius touched him. He told himself he wasn't interested, but his nerves stretched out for more, clinging to every payful touch.

He was far too fixated on the lips teasing his neck to notice anything about his surroundings until Laurius asked, "Do you think they'd want an audience?"

"Who?" he mumbled. The word almost slipped into a moan.

Her grip turned fierce as his pace increased and her body tensed at the biting strike against her nerves. "Gods... H-havi!" Her toes curled, her legs tightening over his shoulders. Instincts told her to stretch, to shift, but she could only curl tighter into him, grow tighter around him. She tugged his head, angling his face so she could see the pleasure her body brought him. "Look how well I take you," she huffed. It had to be sorcery. Providence. He was so much bigger than her. He could break her, and it was the fine line between breaking and mending that she loved so much about being with him. "You're mine. All... mine."

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Laurius grinned against Ren's neck. "Your Thvoros and his woman," he whispered. "Listen to her sing." He planted a kiss on the man's shoulder, his hands snaking over his chest, nails lightly carving tracks in the residue of mud left behind, down, down into the water. One of his hands took hold of the Ren. "Do you think he takes her like I do you?" His grip tightened, stroking. "We could go see. Go peak. Or, maybe... Maybe I could make you sing like that too? We could trade songs through the trees." He was not gentle with his touch, not tame. He pressed in behind Artisuren, letting the man know his interest in the hardness pinned between them. "Maybe, if we're stuck on this island long enough, we could make music together..." Laurius's tongue danced along Ren's skin before he parted his lips and took a bite on his shoulder.

"Y....yours...Ah!" He struggled between moans. His long, pumping strokes grew more focused, hammering an urgent rhythm at her core. His hips ground against her pinned body and gave friction to the bud of flesh he'd sucked on earlier. "I'm yours. Hngh! I'm going to come. I'm going to come and come, then thrust inside you until you drip with me."

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Artisuren heard it now... the sounds of them together, somewhere in the distance. It excited him in the way any copulation did when one witnessed it without meaning to. He didn't yearn for Thvoros's Yurivis in particular, but her voice amplified the rough grip of Laurius's hand beneath the water. He clasped his hands over his as if to stop him, but didn't truly pull him away. "Who would want to make music... with that nutjob..." he struggled, his words growing heavy with lust. "If you want them so bad... you go ahead and-! Fuck!" He flinched as Laurius's teeth sank into his shoulder.

He reached back and cupped his hand around the back of his master's neck, pulling his mouth harder against him.

Rami had never spoken to her in such a way, and it thrilled Tenara to no end. His words, the imagery they burned into her mind—coupled with his merciless strikes—broke her. “Ha! I-I’m—” She quaked against him, curling in and crying out and holding dearly to his horns.

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Laurius bit harder, sure to leave a mark. He wanted to leave a mark. Only, they happened to be in a situation where said mark would be on display, as their shirts had gone to the greater good. That only made him want to mark Ren more. His hands feverishly raked over the being, pumping across his length in maddening, tight strokes. He finally pulled his mouth away to snarl in Ren's ear, "There. A mark to show them who you belong to."

He felt it clearly when her orgasm made her clench around him. Havi growled, and his eyes rolled shut in a rush of pleasure. He pinned her quaking body close, drunk on the feel of her, and chased her over that edge. As he'd promised, he was not quick. His kind were never brief in their climax, even out of rut. He made sure she felt every drop as he continued in slow, firm thrusts. When he finally began to soften, he sat carefully back against the wall, loosening his vice-hold on her so she could move in whatever way made her comfortable. He was personally content to stay like this until the sun fell.

"Tenara," he murmured, cradling her cheek to his chest. "My moon."

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Ren squirmed like a pinned bug under Laurius's ministrations, jerking with each new contact. His master's hot tongue and hard teeth invaded him until he cried out, and then his lips were beside his ear.

"There. A mark to show them who you belong to."

There was a possessive snarl to the words that made him shiver. "And who exactly would that be-eeaah fuck," his attempt at sass twisted up into a moan as Laurius's rough grip jerked him off.

Tenara trembled against him as he settled back against the wall and loosened his grip. She used his horns as leverage to pull her body up and then lower her legs, one at a time. She slid down him, and rested heavily against his belly and chest. Her knees felt wobbly, her legs quivered. When she removed her hands from his horns, they actually ached from how tight she’d held on. She had the pleasant warmth of afterglow heating her veins and she could feel the heat of his release trailing the inside of her thighs, down her legs. He had kept his promise, and she relished it.

“My sun,” she murmured, burrowing her cheek against his skin, listening to his heart thump in her ear. She tilted her face and kissed his skin, her fingers drawing circles on his ribs. Her heart felt so full, so wanted and loved… maybe if she tolls him. Maybe he would understand better… “Havi.” She kissed his chest again, her hands fanning out over the lean muscle. She wanted to spend all day with him, tangled together, trading soft words and whiting out thoughts with bliss. “I… lo—“

She thought she heard a sound, a man’s voice in the distance. Was that pain? Was someone in trouble? It was not the direction of their camp…

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Laurius growled against Ren’s neck, his body grinding along the man’s back. His hand worked the being expertly, relishing the way the man squirmed and moaned. “Mine,” he almost sneered against Ren’s ear before taking a soft bite of the lobe. “You like it that way too. You’re mine. And I treat what is mine well…” He tugged on Ren’s ear with his teeth, and tugged on his length with his hand, wanting to drive him to oblivion. “Come on, Ren. Sing for me.”