The Princess and the Blade

[Soran Nightblade]

The Ivis bit down eagerly on the leather. He did. He did want this too. He didn't want gentle.

Ren's senses split apart, and when they welded back together, the world narrowed. The Ruthe estate, Kishva, the leather he was bearing down on like a cornered wolf... everything fell away to just him and the man behind him. Laurius's thrusts felt like they might tear him in half. His heated breaths felt like tongues on his spine. It was too much to breathe or think, and he would have sagged to the floor if not for the man's grip on his horn.

Each time Laurius pounded into him, he felt claimed, desired and safe. "Please," he moaned, muffled by the belt. It was the only word he could seem to get out.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius closed his eyes and growled at the plea. He drove into Ren with a ferocious, vengeful pace. Pleasure throbbed through him, but he kept his focus on the punishing, claiming need to have Ren. “That’s it. Beg for it,” he grunted. The sound of him slapping against Ren’s skin, the restrained, tight breaths, it was almost too much for Laurius. He bowed forward and slid his hand from Ren’s hip to curl it tight around the Ivis’s cock. His weight bore down on the man, but Laurius didn’t let up. He would crush him to the floor, but he’d take him over the edge. “You take me so well, Ren.” His hand stroked over Ren in time with his powerful thrusts.

[Soran Nightblade]

Laurius's words of dominance and praise filled him as surely as his cock did. Ren arched with a soundless scream, the leather falling from his lips. It was no matter... he was too overwhelmed to raise his voice.

"Yes," he mouthed in a strangled whisper. His hole twitched and throbbed around Laurius's thrusts, as if sucking him in. "Please. Don't stop. Please..."

[Emora Deen]

Laurius huffed, burrowing his face against Ren as he drove madly into him until he felt himself beginning to shatter. “Come for your master. Come all over this rich bitch’s floor,” he murmured. He ground into the Ivis, bucking harsh and short as he struggled to hold out just a little longer. He failed. Ren was too good. “I’m… Ah! Gods. Fuck. So fucking good…”

[Soran Nightblade]

Laurius's command pulled Ren into orgasm as swiftly as a sprung mousetrap. He choked out a groan and seized tightly around the man's cock, spilling his seed across the floor. He could feel his master's hot release like a flame licking inside him. He sagged in Laurius's grip, overwhelmed tears springing to his eyes.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius bit down on Ren’s shoulder to keep his voice muffled as he came down from the swirling, dizzying climax. He sagged heavily over Ren, and then pulled the man off to the side, so they collapsed together. Laurius knew some of the customs now, and remained buried to the hilt instead of pulling away. He absently stroked Ren’s length, playing with the weight of it in his hand and coaxing the last threads out of him. His release was inhumanly long, but Laurius liked it that way. It was an encore to their performance.

Eventually he sat up and looked down at them joined, at the beauty of the broken man next to him. He stroked Ren tenderly, not missing the tears in the man’s eye. Laurius felt his own heart tug at the sight. “You did so good,” he said, stretching to press a kiss to the man’s cheek. Then, he dipped his finger in the pool Ren had left behind and swiped through it with a wicked smile. He slipped the finger into his mouth, tasting Ren’s sweet release. He pressed his face into Ren’s neck. “I want to stay in you but we risk getting caught…”

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren managed to nod instead of moan. His body was still so hot, and Laurius kept kissing and nuzzling him. The relief of safety made him unreasonably wish to stay connected forever. When Laurius pulled out, all of this would be real again. They would be two unbound Ivie in a wealthy house's guest room, with no control over their future.

But he also had a point. If they were discovered, no one would understand...whatever this was. Even he still didn't understand it. And the room was far too cold to sleep safely on the stone floor.

"We should sleep in the bed," he mumbled. Feeling safe had also freed his exhaustion. After two sleepless nights and the adrenaline-fueled journey today, he almost couldn't imagine moving. "I'll feed the furnace first."

[Emora Deen]

Laurius nodded, feeling weary himself, and reluctantly drew away from Ren. He took a towel from the food cart and wiped himself clean, and then the floor, and tossed it into the furnace for added fuel (and to dispose of any evidence.) He took the other towel and handed it to Ren as he helped him up from the floor.

“Is it common to share a bed if only one is available?” he asked, eyeing the blue-blanketed square along the far wall.

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren wiped himself down as instructed, then wobbled to the furnace and added more powder. The resulting puff of heat and familiar, acrid scent reminded his brain where he was. He looked back at the bed. "It will not be seen as strange. We came as unannounced guests, so it's only polite to share a room. If he didn't live here, Thvoros would be in here with us as well."

He felt he ought to clean up more thoroughly, but it was hard to think about anything except the bed, and Laurius's invitation. He'd slept beside the man many times while they were marooned, and once in his mansion, the night he cut Thvoros's horns. There was no reason to be flustered over it now, but the pounding in his chest begged to differ. Maybe he still couldn't quite believe the man had come back from the dead. He walked to the bed and sat beside him, studying him more carefully now that he was bare before him. "Are you in any pain?" he asked, brushing his fingers testingly along the man's burnt scalp.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius touched his head. “Just singed hair. The… the toothsbane fixed most of everything…” He made space next to him in the bed and pulled the covers back for Rem to join him. “A convenient pill that one, but it packs and awful punch…”

[Soran Nightblade]

"I am sorry I didn't think of a better method," Artisuren said. He cringed at the mental image of what Laurius probably experienced, taking toothsbane while burning alive. And with no one there to relieve the sensations except-...

He blinked at Laurius. "Did you and Thvoros..." No way. That psycho would never have let him.

[Emora Deen]

Laurius’s brow furrowed as he tried to imagine where Ren was leading the conversation. “Hmm? Oh. No. No. I jumped out a window on fire and he burned to a crisp inside. I think I humped the snow until I passed out. Came to and the house was cinders and stone bones…” Laurius stared at the ceiling, wanting to ask what Ren had gone through. He had spent so much time focused on reclaiming what was his, he hadn’t bothered to ask what they had really done. He knew enough of where their sick, fantasies lied. Laurius was going to ask. His mouth opened to do so, but then he got frightened and instead said, “If a woman didn’t want to have a child after lying with an Ivis, what would she take to get rid of it?”

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren cocked his head, completely lost at the man's line of thought. "Such a thing would not happen. All women wish for children."

[Emora Deen]

Laurius rolled onto his side. “But… what if one didn’t? Is there a tea, or a herb, or a mushroom that one could eat?”

[Soran Nightblade]

Ren frowned at his lap, trying to produce a useful answer for such a strange and unpleasant question. "There are two I can think of, but both are forbidden. The first you've tried yourself. Toothsbane. The other is a flower that produces a blue powder."