wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

[Urianger likes to wear robes that sometimes bears skin, and while a treat whenever Ithaqua looks at him, watching him disrobe is such a meal. He props himself up on his elbows to watch, licking his lips. He wants to bite that... and he's sure that Urianger will let him, anyway.

He settles back down in bed when his lover returns, gamely spreading his legs and breathing so they can both make full use of his natural flexibility for their enjoyment.]

Likely the same as our first time... [A sharp inhale as he feels Urianger's finger in sensitive parts and he fights his body's reflexes so he can relax.] We have both been busy, haven't we?

[Ithaqua's guess seems about right. After easing his finger in and around, he brings in a second to repeat the process. As before, it will continue until he thinks Ithaqua is sufficiently stretched out.

While preparations are underway, he makes sure he doesn't leave the rest of his lover unattended. He lowers his front half to reach Ithaqua's face so that he may bring him into another kiss- as deep as he would like it.]

We have. I am glad for this lull.

[Even if it began with an argument. But what better way to make up for all of that than having some sexy times?]

When this is all over... I don't intend to let you leave the room for a whole day, at least. [Even if he says that, he's merely idly musing about the future, because his concentration is all on Urianger in the here and now, and what he's doing with his fingers.

And, eventually, what he's doing with his mouth. He kisses Urianger deeply, licking into his mouth before pulling back and dragging a fang along his lover's lower lip. It distracts him enough that perhaps Urianger can find him loosening more easily.]

[The sensation of Ithaqua's fang makes Urianger shiver, each of his exhales shakier than the last. But he can't let himself get distracted- he has a job to finish.]

...It shall be so.

[He finally responds before occupying their mouths again. They'll have certainly earned an extended room stay after everything- just the two of them, doing whatsoever they please. Urianger expects he'll be too tired to do anything else, honestly.

Eventually, he estimates that Ithaqua is loosened up enough for preparations to be complete.]

I will now take thee. Pray relax thyself.

[He knows that's easier said than done, but Ithaqua is already doing well, so it should be fine. After lubricating himself, he takes a breath and begins to slowly push his length inside of his lover. A hand is provided for Ithaqua to squeeze if he needs it.]

[Of course, he knows he has to breathe. And he does, in, out, deep and steady. Then an exhale turns into a loud groan as Urianger breaches him and causes him to temporarily lose sensation everywhere but the spot they're joined. He definitely takes Urianger's hand to squeeze, kneading his fingers into it.

He is not in pain, however. That's important. His arousal hasn't abated. He's still hard, he's still flushed, and when he gets sensation again, he uses his free leg to balance himself so he can push against Urianger for more.

Ithaqua has never not been willful.]

Good. Good...

[Urianger whispers these words of encouragement to Ithaqua for the smooth entry so far, all while taking in the sounds Ithaqua is giving him in return. His aim is to make his lover happy, so he'll take any and all feedback.

He squeezes back against Ithaqua's hand as he obeys the silent order to press on, inserting himself as far in as he possibly can. The warm and tight sensation surrounding his sensitive length quickens his own heartbeat, even more so when he begins to drag it back to repeat this process with additional force.]

Unh-- [Ithaqua proves that his noise when they first became intimate was not a fluke, or born from his reactions upon experiencing something new. He really is loud, and it's just fortunate for them that he soundproofed his room months ago.

Good thing he's unashamed of how noisy he can be.

After all, there are more things to occupy his mind than his loud sounds. Such as the insistent way Urianger is driving into him.]

Ah! Ngh, mm-- More. [His voice is breathy, but his tone cannot be mistaken for anything other than a demand.]

Gladly.

[Urianger is quieter in contrast, but that works out fine for him. He doesn't want his own sounds to overshadow his lover's passion. That doesn't mean Ithaqua doesn't have anything to listen to, though. There's no way Urianger can be completely silent when he's just as much in the throes of desire. With each diligent thrust comes a labored breath, and though his vision begins to blur, he never once takes his eyes off of Ithaqua.

There's still a pang of guilt when he does so, for he knows Ithaqua's thoughts on his appearance. But he simply cannot help but drink up all of the expressions that cross his lover's face when the two of them are whole.

He smiles, eyes half-lidded and full of adoration.]

Thou art...unceasingly beautiful.

[The addition of antlers have only added to it.]

[For a moment, Ithaqua forgets the pleasure and can only think about what Urianger just said. All he can do is pant and look up at his lover with hazy eyes, his gaze only broken whenever he reacts to a thrust here, or a stroke there because he has to gasp, squirm, or clench.

But, eventually, he finds the mental fortitude to do more than just lie down and moan.

He moves his free hand to thread it into Urianger's hair, tenderly despite his previous desire for something stronger than a soft, gentle encounter. Urianger's made this situation the way it is with his words.]

You like monsters... who knew. [Urianger the monsterfucker?]

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[He breathes out, leaning ever so slightly into that touch.]

Nay. 'Tis thee whom I fancy, Ithaqua. The monster that once shared thy visage...hath no bearing upon me.

[He knows that Ithaqua is a literal monster, so maybe that does make him a monsterfucker on some level, but he's digging deeper into the definition- into the reason why Ithaqua hides his face from the rest of the world.

He slows his movements, dragging out the pleasure for as long as the two of them can bear it.]

I love thee, both in body and spirit.

[This is so unfair! It's as if Urianger is holding him hostage, this slow pace is excruciating, creating a sensation less like the electrifying, exhilarating passion of their earlier encounter(s) and more of the makings of a fire that's slow to begin but carries the threat of suddenly but completely engulfing him and burning him out once it's grown enough.

It gives him no choice but to listen to his lover's words.]

Urianger... [What can he even say about this?] Hngh--

Y-You're truly intent on making a point...

I am.

[Were he not keeping himself stable with both hands stationed on either side of Ithaqua, he would be taking that raised hand. Instead, he pushes in deep and dips low so that he may kiss his lover.]

Though I mean not to torture thee. I simply wish for thee to give thyself grace. But if thou cannot... [His breath hitches as he shifts. He really did decide to pick now to do this, while the two of them were teetering on the edge of orgasm moments before.] Then pray allow me to do so in thy stead. Allow me to love every inch of thee.

[Well, he's not doing much loving right now--

Ithaqua paws at his shoulders and back, unable to move much when Urianger still has one of his legs slung over his shoulder, and he only has the one foot to balance on. he grumbles, then breathes.]

My answer to you shall be the same as your answer to this question. [He stops trying to urge Urianger on with his hands, hand brushes his own hair out of his sweaty forehead, just to cool down a little.]

Will you still love me when my transformation is complete, and I am a full monster? Will you make love to me then?

[He'll stop harshing the vibes in a second--]

I know not how thou shalt appear, or whether I will live long enough to witness thy full transformation.

[After one last agonizing pause, he returns to his original pace, almost bumping their foreheads together in the process. His gaze does not waver from Ithaqua's own.]

Yet as I utilize mine imagination...I feel no less aroused. Desire yet pulseth throughout my body. Canst thou feel it within thee?

Edited (old english fix...) 2024-06-26 19:01 (UTC)

You're quite h-heavy within me, which-- [A lot of Ithaqua's control was required to even say this, but with how little time he managed to collect himself earlier, there wasn't much of it anyway. Urianger's sudden return to form gains a loud bark from Ithaqua, entrance squeezing.

Yet he slings his other leg around his lover's hips anyway. Yet he wraps his hands back around Urianger's shoulder. Yet he demands more, the only word he's capable of saying right now.]

[The tight squeeze around his length forces Urianger to release a startled moan of his own, serving as a reminder of how much he's held the both of them up- of how much talking he's been forcing when actions matter far more right now. With this realization, he finally, mercifully, opts to free them both from the confines of speech. He melts into the throes of pleasure, losing himself in Ithaqua's insistent cries and his own racing heart from his exertion.

The demands begin to outpace his limitations, however, as he leaks precum inside of Ithaqua. He pants Ithaqua's true name, his body burning hot with desire. He can't hold back much longer, but he refuses to release before his lover does.]

[He hears that panting. He knows Urianger is close to his limit. And he can't help but chuckle breathlessly.]

Oh, darling... [A pause as he breathes through the thrusts, the fire burning in him.] Ngh-- you're struggling, I can see it.

[With great effort, he takes one hand away from Urianger's back, and slips it between their bodies, rubbing down his lover's chest, all the way down to rest on his belly that strains from the effort, though barely aches.]

Shall I help...?

[Ah...he was hoping it wouldn't be so obvious. Urianger bows his head in an effort to concentrate on preventing his body from giving out on him.]

Though it doth pain me to admit, thy vigor...exceedeth mine as before...

[He can't help but blame his interruption for it, too. He'd almost fully satisfied Ithaqua, but now...

His thoughts immediately evaporate into something unintelligible as Ithaqua touches him, sending a shiver rolling down his spine.]

Mm-- [Focus, Urianger. Focus.] If...If thou art amenable... I wish to see thee to thy completion...alongside myself.

Heh... [A soft, breathy laugh.] I should feed you better...

[For stamina, of course.

Still, he's going to have pity on Urianger, craning his neck so he can scrape his fangs on his lover's skin, closing his eyes at the faint taste and scent against his nose. Then he takes his own length in hand, laying back and stroking himself, quickly building up to match Urianger's pace.

He's not done yet, but almost there.]

Floor 5, Room 3

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