Chapter 17
Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 16
Can she ever hear the pout underneath that, but she has learned so much from her men, especially about consent, and he’s checking in with her again. When he has been alone for so long.
Is that…? Yes, that’s the sting of tears at the edges of her eyes, so she turns around on him and snuggles in.
“Thank you. For caring so much about me. About my consent. About making me a part of my own sex life! It means so much after the demon.”
Words never reach, so she bites him, shows him what she’s feeling, How touched and safe and cherished he makes her feel.
“I want to be as good for you as you are for me. So I have to ask, if I consent to the ripping, do you consent to me maybe needing so much blood that you’ll be weak from it?”
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Again with the bite that is just… very much. It’s like sticking your face too close to a fire pit.
It kind of aches.
He takes a moment to consider whether that’s a kind of pain he likes, and decides that… unsurprisingly, yes, he does.
“Wow, that demon must be just pathetic in bed,” he muses. It’s not like he did anything out of the ordinary. They’re just figuring out sex logistics. As you do, when you’re having sex with someone you haven’t done that with before.
He looks down at her, red hair all splayed out and everything about her so tiny and delicate, like a careless touch could break her.
“…You’d have to drink a lot of blood for that,” he points out. “How would that even fit into you?”
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Not as if she knows the details on how that part of blood magic works, but she does know that her papa always tells her that internal bleeding is worse than external.
“When John took my arm off and I had to regrow it, I made him all headachey and he hardly could walk, and that was with Quincy also giving me blood. If I use it, I can drink a lot.”
Leaning up on her elbow to be better able to look at him, she smiles. “You are a strong monster and I trust you to know yourself. I trust myself to be fine and enjoy myself as long as I get fed afterwards, but I want to protect you from underestimating me, so I’m not letting you rip my insides apart if it’s not safe for you, no matter how much I want you in here.”
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Part of him scoffs at the notion of needing any sort of protection or any of her concern. He’s pretty sure he could handle at least three times the amount of blood loss as a Midgardian without even feeling it.
But he’s also not stupid, and he doesn’t have experience with how her magic works, so maybe he should listen to the person most qualified on that topic present.
“Hm. I’m willing to risk it, but I’m horny enough to second-guess myself there. We’re not in a safe location.” He eyes the walls, such as they are, around them. “This place isn’t going to shelter us from any predators coming looking for a snack. D’you think you could handle taking the brunt of the fighting if it comes to that?”
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“How can I answer that when I don’t know what we’re fighting? Fae lord? Demon? Minstrel? No. My mental defenses are bad. But when Daddy had us train, I won against everybody but Quincy. I can dodge bullets and take Arthur’s fireballs until I can reach him. I killed everything that attacked me here today.”
She is willing to risk herself, but not him. There has to be a good compromise here! Thinking it over for a moment, she starts giggling.
“This is going to sound silly to both of us, but how about we take it slow? I’ll give you lots of head and we break me in for your size. If it rips only a little and then heals around you and then we do a little bit more, it’s probably less healing than if we go as hard as we both want right away. We’re both horny and stupid from waiting, can we wait a little bit longer while still getting off?”
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It really isn’t what Caliban’s in the mood for- that pretty much never is what he’s in the mood for- but…
“Alright, let’s try it that way.” He considers it a moment longer. “And that sounds like a recipe for a few orgasms, and with how horny I am, I am fully on board with that.”
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Yeah, she can so hear the pout there, too. Leaning in to kiss him, she smiles. “I know, I’m frustrated by it, too. But hey, that way we’ll get me to fit you just fine, and then we don’t have to think about tearing me and ruining the mood with berserking from hunger. I’d much rather focus on how good you’ll make me feel than if I need to stop you.”
Just about to get them started before her poor Calidear feels underappreciated, she remembers something.
“You said a few orgasms, my men always berate me that I don’t know the meaning of a male refractory period. Let me know when you need a break, okay?”
And that was just about as much talking as she can stomach when she’s lying naked on this much man and fur. She wants at him!
Now how did this relaxation thing go Quincy taught her for deep throating? She might need that to get enough of Caliban into her mouth for it to work for him at all, and she’s nothing if not stubborn on wanting to be good for him.
Still, she can hum to relax and start putting kisses and licks all over his best parts.
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“Not a Midgardian, better stamina,” he manages, and then her mouth is (fucking finally!) on his cock, and for a moment he just flops down with a huff of breath and shudder of how good that feels.
“Might not be long to the first one, though,” he admits, and then gets his head in the game, and his hands onto her. He runs them over her thighs and back and arse, feeling the warm smoothness of her skin, so much nicer to touch than anything in a long while that wasn’t his own dick, then digs his fingers in as he goes to feel the give of her flesh.
Mmmm, so good.
He lifts his head to press the flat of his teeth against one butt cheek while he explores between her legs with one hand. It isn’t biting, but at least it’s some pressure against the aching roots of his teeth, and he can lick and taste her in between.
Her dick/clit makes it easy to find that spot, which is convenient and means he’s got more brain power to spend on circling her cunt with his thumb, see if he can slip the tip of it in.
He can’t really.
He pulls away to chuckle. “Okay, yeah, fuck, you’re tight. This is going to be… a challenge.”
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“Told you!”
Not that she feels smug about that, just cared for that he acknowledges that she knew what she was talking about.
And she doesn’t really want to talk right now, she just wants to shut her brain off and be all body, all senses, all feeling close to him because she can touch so much that the barrier between them feels a little bit less distinct.
His smell is so deep in her nostrils, it’s so nice to have that much of him close, even if there isn’t as much of him inside her as she’d like. She felt what he tried there and yeah, that felt big. Her men always give her time and she still has had them decide they need more foreplay because she’s hurting them when they try to get in here.
She can’t imagine how bad that would be with Caliban. Although, they are two masochists here. They probably would both be silly about it. She’s glad they did take the time to talk it out, to care for each other, protect their future selves. It feels right.
As does his enjoyment, the little shudders, the way she could feel him just relax under her. Wait. Masochists. Now she wonders. Should she ask first? Hm, he did tell her he likes it wild and rough and she can’t really give him that right now but what she can do is use her fangs together with her tongue.
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“Oh, fuck, yes!” he says when he feels the edge of a fang catch against the sensitive skin of his cock. “You can put those in there any way you like, no objections.”
And since they don’t even have lube, he then moves his mouth over to start opening her up with his tongue. Without nipping at her labia, more’s the pity.
At least that fits inside, and she’s tasty, salty and musky and meaty. With his other hand, he keeps playing with her dick/clit, trying out what she likes.
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How is she supposed to focus like this?!
Ah!
Sensitive, she’s sensitive like that!
And she tells him. “Warning, John and Quincy have a record for double oral of just about a minute before I’ll get off like a gun. Leave me a bit of brainpower, fitting this much man into my mouth is work! Enjoyable work, but still.”
Doesn’t mean she’s not melting so hard at him clearly wanting her to feel good. Oh night, it’s been too long. Stupid fae! Stupid week! Stupid being away from her men!
She’s so glad, so glad she has Calidear. Feeling the way he touches her, careful but so longing, yes, she feels less lonely already.
But hey, he thought she needed warning that he’ll get off fast. As if she’d mind. So if they both get off fast, that just means quicker to round two!
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He pulls his mouth away long enough to ask: “Was that general information, or a ‘you don’t want to get off that quick’? Because if we can’t fuck as rough and nasty as we want, we could at least get each other off quick, take the edge off.”
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“In that case, race you!” Yes, maybe it’s a bit silly, but she’s just feeling so playful with him, so relaxed to not question the first things that come to her mind. Also, preferably in a minute or three, whatever comes to her mind is utterly incoherent and just blissed out.
And the same should go for his mind, so she tries how to best angle this with him and goes for a naughty trick Quincy and her like exchanging, one fang works just as well as two for bite magic and it leaves her tongue free to move. And her hands.
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His laugh comes out more of a moan, because… he has a new favourite blow job. He sticks his face back between her legs, because he’s not going to have much brain power left in a moment, so it’ll be good if he’s where he can mindlessly lick and suck and taste- no biting, though. No biting, he reminds himself.
For once in his life, he’s not particularly concerned with winning a competition, but rather just lets things happen as they will. It’s not going take long either way.
Especially not with the hot, hot, hot pain running through him, from his dick, reaching deep into him, stroking and pulling at the inside of his balls and his spine and his heart and his lungs, it feels like.
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She’s going to lose and somehow that feels like winning in a whole different way. Ugh, seeing the goosebumps spring up on his tighs is so much sexier, (as if it wasn’t hot anyway,) with his fur! She’s being good for him! It didn’t take her long at all to figure out how he likes it and to get him so hot and bothered that… oops, need to focus on trying to figure out how not to make a total mess!
Blast, she didn’t ask him if he likes swallowing or not! Quincy would tut at her for forgetting that important consent question. Not that she can’t tell she’s hungry, night, she knows it isn’t blood, but it still tastes of body and life and just him. No, behave.
She’s trying, she’s really trying, but having made him come so fast is only ramping her own enjoyment up and his tongue is big and warm and in her and… blast… coming herself, no brainpower, swallowing on instinct it is because she wants to scream her enjoyment out, needs to scream her enjoyment out!
“Yes! Caliban! Yes!”
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Caliban might not be doing much thinking at the moment, but he can still feel smug and satisfied.
When she comes, she comes, full-body twitching and tensing, fully in the moment.
Okay, fine, a little bite. Not breaking skin, even, which doesn’t give him much from it, but she likes his teeth, and he likes that she likes his teeth, so he just lets her feel them through the aftershocks.
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Night, he’s being sweet again, that feels so nice, so nice. She tries telling him, but it comes out as a half mumbled, half just garbled moan. Yeah, brain, nope.
Licks. Those work as expression of thanks. She can do that, but not where he’d be too sensitive. She knows how that works. Still, so much nice to lick on him and run her hands over his thighs and scratch along them while she just slumps down all happy now.
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Caliban lets himself fall back as well, and echoes her movements, his hands wandering over her skin, digging at her muscles with fingertips and nails while he rumbles out a long, satisfied sound.
Yeah, he’s not going to need long, there’s still eager horniness burning under his skin, but this moment is for basking.
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Words are still silly, but she’s feeling too good to worry about them right now… or in a little bit, yeah, a little bit sounds good. There’s more of him to pet and to rub her cheek against and just feel so much better.
“Forgot to ask if you like swallowing, sorry, asking now for our next round.”
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“Either’s fine with me.” He pats her lovely arse, glad that’s an easy question to answer. “Not gonna super turn me on if you do. But not turn me off, either.”
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“Nice, that’ll make it easier with the group sex, one flexible man, yay.”
What did she say earlier about not checking her thoughts before they tumble out of her mouth? Yeah, brain went there, of course her brain went there. Duh. She said she’d keep him. Also, Quincy’s a molly, so wouldn’t he enjoy such a man? He totally would, yes, good thought.
Yeah, not worrying about it, more stretching and comfy rubbing herself against the fur, that’s more important.
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“‘S it going to involve a big, comfy bed?” The post-orgasm drowsiness is hitting him, and he can’t be bothered to push it away. It’ll only be a few minutes, anyway.
And this is nice.
Idle. He hasn’t felt like just being idle in a long time.
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Now that’s a reasonable question! “Got a huge one, we all three sleep in it. We can get a bigger one. Oh, you’re warm, Quincy likes warm and John doesn’t like him snuggling up too much. You’re big enough to lounge out with an arm over Quincy and me. He’ll be all warm and I’ll have all my men nice and close. Yes, perfect.”
It’s a very nice fantasy.
Definitely something to work hard to get home for. Not that she wouldn’t anyway. But it’s good to have something concrete to look forward to.
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“Mmm,” Caliban muses. “Yeah, I’m down to cuddling your husband if it involves a comfy bed,” he decides.
His decision might be slightly influenced by the lack of a comfy bed for the last little eternity, but whatever. He can handle one clearly high-tempered half fae.
Might even be fun.
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“John’s comfier to cuddle, but he wouldn’t want to cuddle you, so more bed space for you.” Should she? Maybe not, but her drac brain is even less aware of what might be weird to think than it usually is, and really, she no wanna wonder, she’ll just ask. Monsters together, right?
“Just cuddling or maybe letting my molly husband get to have fun with the manliest monster, too?”
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He lifts his head a little at the tone in her voice- like she asked while thinking she shouldn’t. But still all he can see is her arse, so he plops back down and scratches his nails along her skin some more while he thinks.
“That something you’d be into? You said he’s all toppy. Dunno if I’d let him fuck me. I’d have to meet him for that.” Yeah, there’s the taboo-breaking to it that he’s into, but it feels pretty vulnerable, letting someone stick body parts into your own very sensitive body parts, so he’s not going to do that with just anyone.
“Messing around some in other ways… Not like I’ve never done that with a guy…”
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Her drac is nudging at her and yes, yes, she’s noticed it, too, so she turns around, but positions herself on him so that their fun parts are nicely on top of each other, before he thinks she plans on ignoring his still horny smell. “Calidear, I’m never going to ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I only ask because you don’t mind me at all. And well, you remind me so much of my John, and Quincy always calls him our big, strong manly man but would never ever touch him because that’s very important to John.”
Kissing his… what can she even reach like this? Uh, kissing his chest, she smiles softly. “I like, not just I’m into, the fantasy of making all my men happy together. It was just a thought because you are such a man, so swoonworthy, and you like sex, and Quincy likes men and sex, so I was wondering if I can’t make you both happy.”
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“Hm?” Ah, getting to the stage where sleepy and horny are about equal. It’s not really a stage for complicated conversations, but… does it have to be a complicated conversation?
“No worries, puppy. Told you Aesir have their own hangups about who sticks their dick into whom. Which means I’ve got mixed feelings about it. I like to do things I’m not supposed to. But also, I don’t like being vulnerable.”
Huh, he’s never said that out loud, in so many words. It’s pretty much just a given in Asgard- no one likes to be vulnerable.
The puppy is a lot less concerned about that than anyone else he’s ever met. Of course, she can also turn into fog, so she isn’t particularly vulnerable, physically.
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“Vulnerable?”
What does that have to do with anything? Darcy isn’t sure how that figures into it. It’s about being close with somebody, about making each other happy, being good for each other. “But you let me get my teeth around you. Much easier to bite with that than with my cunt. Isn’t that more vulnerable? Sorry, I don’t think I get it.”
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“Mmm, you have a good point there. But also, you, puppy, can just turn into fog if someone stuck something into you in a way you didn’t like. I don’t know, might be the cultural thing that’s making me feel like letting someone stick something up my ass is more dangerous than sticking my cock between someone’s teeth. Though with a blow job, you’re seeing what’s happening- or you can, if you want to. Might make it easier to react in time if someone’s trying to screw you over instead of screw you…”
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Wait, doesn’t she remember something? Right, there was that first time John teased Quincy about the topping thing and Quincy had one of his hissy fits. Narrowing her eyes, she tries to remember because the whole thing didn’t really make much sense to her, but John shut up and listened really well, so there must have been important things in there. Blast, now she wishes she had asked more questions!
“I think Quincy could explain how there is something wrong with that thinking. He hissed at John.”
What was it? Ugh, she gives up on remembering the social things but she can remember some aspects at least.
“Something about him not being an idiot and letting society tell him what he gets to enjoy, and if it wasn’t just about as physically exciting as somebody poking his belly button, he’d be the worst size queen to ever sashay his tiny tush across a molly house floor. He was hissing about making everything about gender and making assumptions and what not. That the bottoms he cherishes so much are just as much man as anybody else who says they are.”
Yes, that sounds like her hissy prince. She thinks she remembered the important parts. Oh, right, ‘who say they are’, that’s probably why John shut up. There must have been something about his own situation that made him feel he treated mollies wrong.
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“Hm, yes, sounds about right. Totally agreed, if the culture definitely wants you not to do it, good reason to do it. Though I’m also old enough by now to not just do a thing because it’s against Aesir norms.” He chuckles. “Still a big plus. But it’s about ‘do what I want’, not ‘do the opposite always’, ’cause that’s just as much letting that culture control you. You get what I mean?”
And yes, he’s pulled a few stupid stunts when he was younger just to spite Aesir society in that vein that he didn’t actually enjoy.
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“I think I get that you and Quincy agree and that you both get this social stuff more than I do.” But that’s not all he really asked about, so she rubs her cheek against him while trying to figure the rest out. Wasn’t there something where Quincy was talking with John about expectations and doing the opposite both cutting harshly? That went over her head again, but why?
“Oh! I think I know! For some reason, there’s something about this ‘do the opposite’ thing, but that is about as weird to me as doing something just because it’s a rule. I followed the rules because I thought they are how I can be best for those I love. But then my men started telling me what is best for them, so that’s the important part.”
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“Yeah, sounds like we agree.” He stretches, pushes a hand under her hair and gives her neck a scratch. His energy is starting to come back.
“So, we’ll have to see when we meet if we’d like to fuck or not. You know, smell each other first. But I don’t have, like, a general objection to it. And yeah, it’s like… both doing the rule thing and the opposite of the rule thing is ‘I do it because of the rule’. Not because you want to or don’t want to. Two sides, same coin. Instead of just throwing out the coin. Sounds like you never thought the coin had any value in the first place, which, good for you.”
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“Well, Papa could never explain any intrinsic value, but encouraged me to learn all those things that are supposed to be good for a young woman to know.” There’s a shrug to her words, but also, huh, she doesn’t think she’s really realised that as such before. Does she have a vague memory of asking Papa why she has to learn etiquette and him hesitating? He always explains things to her. Always, always! And he’s good at it. So hesitating must have meant he didn’t really know, either.
She’ll have to ask her mother, because obviously it’s her mother’s duty to protect her Papa. Maybe protect him from etiquette, too? Or is that Daddy’s duty? Daddy is the more social one, right? Didn’t her Papa say something like that when him and Daddy were playing growly games about him being a feminist influence on her?
Meh, none of that ever makes sense, even less with her having wolf brain, so she huffs and stretches and just uses Caliban’s nice fur as a scratching post for her nails.
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