Chapter 18
Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 17
Caliban makes a pleased sound in his throat at the feeling of her nails- yeah, he’s going to be up for round two soon.
“It’s like when you go hunting in a group. You need some rules and understandings so you can work together. If everyone just does their own thing all over the place, it’s a mess. But from what I can tell, the bigger the group, the more complicated and nonsensical it gets, and people start to have feelings about shit like ‘should a guy stick his cock in another guy’s arse’ which, who the hell cares? So yeah. Do what actually makes sense for you. Not what other people want you to do to be useful to them. Which is what those Midgardian women’s rules are all about.”
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Her nails turn claws as she growls and digs a bit deeper, but only because he said he’d like it. The growl is not for him.
No, it’s for Gregory.
“I’m not useful! I don’t want to be useful! I want to be my best. For Papa and Daddy and my sang du coeur and mon borne and Arthur-dear… and for you! What do I care about others? Most of them aren’t real anyway. Just background characters so that our stories are more colourful.”
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He pats her hip with a laugh. “That’s what they think about you and me, so, yeah, fuck them. You go be a good puppy for your swarm if that’s what makes you feel good. Someone has a problem with that, you just point me at them.” He shows his teeth. “I can take care of that for you if you don’t want to bother yourself.”
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She’ll have so much trouble keeping Arthur happy and Quincy might go green again at her, but it just feels right, so she grins with her fangs out.
“But taking care of them together would be a lovely monster date!”
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“So true.” He pushes up on one elbow and gets his other hand under her arse to lift her up high enough so he can kiss her.
Because he wants to and he can. It’s a very satisfying feeling.
Also a horny one. Yeah, he’s good for getting started on round two, and seeing whether they can get his cock into her.
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She always felt small next to her men, Quincy is tall, John has broad shoulders, but Caliban makes her feel downright tiny… She isn’t sure if she likes it. At least she can lounge herself out as far across him as she can, while holding herself up a bit, because otherwise she’s not going to actually reach his lips, and this is the first time that he wanted to kiss her rather than letting her kiss him.
Right, that’s totally not what a lady should do, but she’s not a lady, not a princess, she’s his puppy and his fellow monster.
It’s all good. Especially that lovely horny smell of his. They talked about the things that came to mind, time to get rid of that pesky mind again. Which means, heart first. Kissing him and putting her fangs right back into his lips, she shows him how relaxed she is with him, just how comfortable he makes her, how confident she is that they are doing this together and to make each other happy. It’s lovely feelings. Much, much better than the last week.
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Again, it’s not the searing pain in the bite, but the rush of emotions that aren’t his own. He’s getting used to that, a little. They’re warm and direct and… nice. In a non-tepid, boring way.
It’s an honesty he can appreciate. Sure, probably Darcy can control this, but still. He doesn’t think it can be faked, it simply feels too direct for that.
It’s an openness that would send any Aesir traditionalist screaming, he thinks with a mental smirk.
He wonders whether she can feel his emotions in return, and finds that if she can, he doesn’t mind. It’s not like he has any nefarious schemes to hide or anything.
Maybe he’ll ask her.
Later.
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Oh? She thinks she caught a bit of curiosity off of him there, but he’s not really showing her and that’s okay. That’s another one of those consent things, extra important for John, she thinks. Quincy told her. Said that showing emotions is different for different people.
She likes feeling all of them!
But only if Caliban consents. Good conversation to have for later. For right now, she can tell that he wants other things than talking, and it’s really not as if she’s the biggest fan.
But some things don’t need talking, she can show him perfectly fine that she wants to try to be good for him by reaching for his wrists and getting his hands down to her butt and thighs. Wiggling against the touch, she so hopes they won’t take forever to manage a finger, or more!
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He gropes her arse where she so happily plops it into his hands, digs his fingers hard into the skin and muscle with a grin against her mouth, then slides one hand to the middle to push a finger into her.
Still tight. Not quite as tight as when they started, but still pretty tight.
It doesn’t help that she doesn’t seem to get very wet at all.
“Wish we had some damn lube,” he grumbles.
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Did she tell him? Blast, she can’t remember, better reassure him.
“Sorry, it’s not you, I really want you and want you in here. I never get wet. It’s just not how I’m built.”
She wishes she had a good idea for lube. Spit only goes so far, she’s learned that before. Turning red, she chuckles. “Oops, shouldn’t have swallowed. That normally works well.”
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“Yeah, I figured. You definitely came, if you were going to get wet, you would have.” He grins at her, tilts his head. “So you’re saying for round two, I should come on your cunt?”
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Dirty talking. It gets her every time. She just misses that it’s not more than the two of them bantering, this is more fun with three people!
Well, the talking and the fucking overall. She misses her men!
But she has one absolutely lovely monster who told her that naughty is being good for him, so she manages a grin, not just a blush. “Does it count as on if we try to get a tiny bit in?”
Wait… something is poking at her. Did she tell him that yet?! Ugh, remembering words is hard! And she doesn’t want to ruin the mood either! But Quincy has talked about this with her, too. She’s glad he has, it helps her a lot to not just see it as her being bad. No, it’s good for Quincy, even if it’s bad for John, so maybe she gets lucky and it’s good for Caliban, too! Okay, there has to be a way to say this naughty. This shouldn’t be so hard, how is she the one that’s the worst at this? Quincy and John always make it sound so easy.
“You can come anywhere you want, I’m not built for giving you worries about unintended mini-puppies.”
Okay, not as sexy as she had wanted it to, but she hopes it’s good enough.
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“Oh, right. Right, I’d forgotten about that,” he admits. “Midgardians popping out babies at the drop of a hat.”
Now that she said that, he’s not sure how he’s forgotten the sheer amount of children he’d seen when on Midgard. They were everywhere. Almost everyone had them, sometimes whole swarms of them.
Five. Ten. More, even.
Well, when you’re as short-lived and fragile as the average Midgardian, he figures you need them.
“I’m doubtful we’d produce any even if you were built that way. You’re death-aspected and I’m half-Aesir, and for that matter, we’re both half-something.” He considers that.
Yes, it doesn’t sound like the most viable combination to produce offspring.
“…Quarter Aesir, quarter hulder, quarter vampire, quarter Midgardian? Plus a light garnish of winter fae through my hulder side, and whatever Jotunn-like things are going on with you?” He laughs. “Fates, I’m not sure what that’d even look like, if it was possible at all!”
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She smacks at her drac, gently, tries to do it firmly and fails because yes, it’s ridiculous and kind of silly, but she normally trusts her instincts. So fine, it’s not as if she doesn’t get her drac’s drooping ears and the sigh it made her do. She just likes puppies, and she has a fellow monster, and the thought of intertwining with one of her men is still so very sweet and romantic, but at least she can see that she’s not being bad for him by being barren.
What she can’t do is make herself laugh with him, it’s too close to something she will forever feel at least occasionally guilty for. Especially because it meant that she has to share John with Ms Powlett. And for that at least she can fully smack at her drac, no, no jealousy, that’s bad!
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He can basically see her puppy ears drooping and takes his hand from her arse to ruffle her hair.
“Awww, you wouldn’t mind giving it a try anyway, huh?”
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“I know it’s silly! I don’t know you enough. We’re not even married! But… you feel so right and taking parts and intermixing and making something that is me and one of my men all put together… It’s just, that would feel so right, too. Sorry, wolf brain. No sense of being sensible at all.”
At least she can give him a sheepish grin. She knows how she must sound, but she also feels safe to tell him rather than hide it. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t rub her cheek against his chest, she thinks she’s a bit flustered, yes, definitely flustered from admitting that.
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“Parts mixing, huh?” He narrows his eyes a little, playfully. “Sounds familiar. This another Jotunn-like thing?” He scratches his nails against the back of her neck in return to the cheek rubbing… which is another very cute thing of her to do.
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“How would I know if it’s Jotunn-like? I didn’t know that Jotunn exist before you told me, and now I’m just getting more and more jealous, and I hate being jealous. It’s a silly feeling and it makes me think of obsession and I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
She is pouting and whining, she’s aware. She was so ready to get rid of her mind, just focus on all the touch, all the good things they can do for each other, but now she’s remembering things she doesn’t want to, feeling annoyed by things she can’t have, and only getting more miffed that those Jotunn couldn’t have been so decent and been related to her? How is that fair?
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“Alright, then less talking and more getting back in the mood.” He experimentally winds his fingers into her hair and uses that grip to pull her back up into kissing range.
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He’s right. Of course, he’s right. And she doesn’t want to upset herself more when she’s running from missing her men as is. Being away from them isn’t a problem she can bite. Making herself feel better and getting closer with the man, the monster, who will help her either find a way off this planet or help her survive until her swarm gets her is the right thing to do. Yes.
Also… still horny, it’s been a week! How is she supposed to think well when she’s hungry and horny? No, have to take care of at least one of the two. Hopefully both.
Kissing him will help, definitely will help, yes, and she wants to. Well, kissing and more, and that will need some natural lube, only one way to get that! Now she’s curious how they can manage the logistics. How even do you make a man come so that he can lube you up without him being able to get inside you? Now it’s a challenge, and she might not be Quincy, but the thought of the challenge still excites her.
Yes, much better feelings like this. Now, much as she likes his hand in her hair, she’d like it better other places so she shoves it back down there.
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“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, then goes back to kissing her, uses one hand to steady her and grope her ass and hip while he does, and starts working his finger into her again. He should be able to get at least one finger in there, right?
Right.
After he breaks away from her to give it a lick for lubrication, and it still takes some work.
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Does she ever like the attention! And to notice how eager he is. It’s frustrating how slow they have to go here, so at least she tries for naughty again, and maybe it’s actually a viable cheat, she was wondering about the logistics. And she can moan her naughty comment.
“Since we don’t have lubricant for either… maybe I should mention that my other hole is easier.” That might mean they can get him to come close enough to get them some blasted lubricant where she really wants him!
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He finds himself grinning again. “Really? Your butt is more flexible than your cunt? Interesting!” He moves his hand, circles his thumb around the other hole in question. “I’m game.”
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“It’s been a week, chances are I’ve shrunk a bit. I had to use dilators to get even this open, and after that… well, John and Quincy make sure I don’t get neglected.”
Is that naughty? She’s honestly not sure. It’s a fact and one she was a bit embarrassed about when the demon didn’t ever talk to her about it, but John has told her he’s proud of her for doing so much to be good for him, and that just means that it’s not a short-coming, it’s something to do for her men. Something good! Something not to ruin by not maintaining it.
“But only for the second round so we can get some lube for my front! I want you in there! I don’t want to shrink any more. Being accessible for my men is important to me.”
No, wait, that sounded harsh and as if she didn’t like it. Actually, that makes her giggle.
“I don’t mean that I won’t like you in any hole, so as long as we balance it out, you are very welcome everywhere. Oh, right! Quincy said there’s specific ways to say this.” Trying to remember how it went, she concentrates, but also pushes her body tighter into his touch. “You have my consent to go for any hole you feel like without having to reestablish by asking first. Did I get that right? Does that sound right to you?”
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He snorts. “I have no idea, sounds overly fancy to me. But then I’m a monster, not a nice guy.” He flashes his teeth. “But thanks, I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Then it occurs to him to add: “Feel free to help yourself to me, too- can’t imagine not being in the mood.”
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If she grins any harder she’s going to rip the corner of her mouth, she thinks.
“You might regret that. Dhampirs have an increased libido, but thank you for giving me your consent.”
Wait! There was something more. Ugh, so many considerations.
But Quincy is right, no, this is really important to get right.
“Oh, and I don’t use fancy safewords. If I tell you no and you don’t respect that, I’ll make you, and that’s not meant as a growly game.”
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“Fair,” he agrees. And she can make him, which is… actually fucking enjoyable. No worrying about his instincts. “Same here, not one for playing those kinds of games, either.”
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“I’d never! I’m not like the blasted demon!” It takes her a good bit of concentration to stop her drac go fully up in growling and being so silly as to burn blood just to puff itself up. No! He didn’t mean it, he just told her. It’s good that he told her.
Still. Ever since her men explained it to her, she’s so, so upset about it. It was easy not to think about it because the demon either wasn’t there or was attacking her in another way, but the memory of those wifely duties she thought she had to do make her so angry. So very angry.
Trying to get rid of those memories getting her out of wanting to be touched, she shakes herself vehemently, head to butt, and scoffs a few times to get it out of her system without focusing too much on it.
No, she won’t. So she declares it loudly: “I want to have fun with you. With you. Not of you! You are important to be a part of this! I want you, not just a part of you!”
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‘Awww,’ he thinks, and says. It’s so uncharacteristic of him, but she’s just so cute, in that wild puppy way, shaking out her non-existent fur and huffing like she’s got a bone stuck in her throat. “Let’s do that. No demon here, and if he’s still around whenever we get back to your place, we can have more fun hunting him down together.” And then he goes back to fingering her open for that fun.
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“No wanna think about him!”
And really, she doesn’t want to be talking about anything but maybe more of their important consent things, but overall, no, her mouth is better used by getting her fangs into him.
Blast it’s hard to keep it at a hunting bite when she likes him. Fine, lick healed, bite again, lick healed, bite again! That pattern works, even though, yes, she keeps slipping into her soul bites, heart bites, she likes to show him her feelings but that might just end up with them talking more, and she’s really very ready for round two.
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“Fuck, that’s good,” Caliban tells her with an approving rumble and a full-body stretch and shiver. The bursts of sharp pain, mixed with bits of decidedly horny emotions is… Well, he was missing fun in this place, and that is definitely fun.
“I’m going to cope with being stuck in this place just fine if we do more of this.”
Speaking of… she’s mentioned her own masochism, but not how exactly she likes it.
“What’s your pain of choice, anyway? Sharp? Dull? Scratching? Hitting?”
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She can’t help it, she snickers into the bite at his question. Kisses it shut and grins at him. “Meaningful. That’s my favourite. John prides himself in his strength, so I really like when he grips me so tight it hurts. Quincy likes being artistic, so I really like when he paints pretty patterns on my skin with claws and welts. It’s your gift, our fun to share.”
For a moment, she pulls a face. “Gift, not a power move, not something to reinforce that I have to be the wifey.”
But that’s just thinking more of the demon, and she really, really doesn’t want to. And she doesn’t think that her Calidear would ever do that to her. So, instead, she smiles at him. “What do you like? Both me gifting you and what would you like gifting me?”
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Caliban can’t help it, he snorts at the word ‘wifey’- that is so utterly wrong for her it’s hilarious. Yeah, treating a wolf as a lapdog.
Gets you bitten, and justifiably so.
As to the rest… What he likes is easy: “I like sharp. Hot. Intense. When it just… eats you up and short-circuits your brain.” But as to the rest… “What makes it meaningful?”
That’s never been an answer he got.
“Is having fun together meaningful?”
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“The together part. That it’s about us. About enjoying each other, liking each other. Also… about not being alone in here.” Straining into his touch, into his fingers… well, one specifically, she sighs longingly. “I like Quincy’s claws inside my waist when he holds on to get better leverage so he can get us as close as possible. I was so, so looking forward to your nice teeth, but I’m not enthralling you or marrying you accidentally. But the thought still is so nice.” Should she say it? She’s always said things now, no silly etiquette barrier. “Romantic, really. Close together, biting each other, taking parts into each other and making them part of ourselves.”
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“You really don’t hold anything back, huh? We’ve only known each other a bunch of hours and you’re talking romance.” He grins to show her he doesn’t, actually, mind.
It’s unlike him, but if she were serving up the romance stuff to try and tame him or whatever, she wouldn’t bring it up already.
So, it’s just because she’s… clearly a romantic soul. Given how she talks about her men back on Midgard… Yeah.
He tilts his head as he thinks that through. “You know, I think the ‘fun’ part is really a meaningful thing to me. Because I can handle the fumes and the temperature and the wildlife and the shitty food that is this place, what’s really been grating is the sheer fucking boredom of being stuck here alone. So, now you’re here, and we can have fun and enjoy ourselves, and that’s not actually a small thing,” he realises. “Also, doing the hedonistic monster thing without all the social dance, that’s why it’s fun, too.”
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Of course fun can be meaningful. She never meant to disagree on that! In fact, it makes her smile deeply. “Monsters together. Quincy always says queens together about him and me. I can protect him from the social consequences if he allows himself to just be who he is, I want to give you the same. Please?”
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“Not like there’s anyone here to deliver any social consequences. If there’s ever a place to just be the monsters we are, it’s here.” He crooks his finger inside of her. “So… let’s find out what the funnest pain we can have together is?”
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“They’re all going to be fun!” Now she’s giggling because she’s impatient, but he asked about most fun and that actually means being a bit sensible… and a bit not sensible. “If you can manage to get in here without ripping me to pieces, I don’t have to heal so much… So, um, then maybe I don’t have to drink from you and that would mean you could bite me. How does that sound for most fun?”
She realises something, and it makes her blink, because he’s so all over the ‘just being monsters together’. “Wait, when you say bite, how hard would you like to bite?”
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Well, fuck, isn’t that the question of the century?
“Harder than is sensible,” he admits. There’s the familiar throb in his gums for the crushing and the crunching and the tearing… which, no, definitely not sensible.
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What’s going on here? She narrows her eyes, but really, she knows full well that she is no good at reading expressions, so instead she sniffs at him. Is he… a little bit embarrassed, flustered, what is that? Not a good one, that she can definitely tell. “Calidear. Are you not sure you can tell me something?”
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He blinks, then taps her nose, because… “I guess?”
He didn’t consciously think about it, but isn’t that what he’s feeling? “Such a puppy. What a sharp nose.”
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“I don’t like when someone I care about smells not quite right! I don’t have this empathy thing, but I do have a nose for unhappy swarm… to be.”
Fine, sensible, yes, she’s supposed to be, sort of, sensible and he just said they’ve only known each other for a few hours. Doesn’t stop her drac from being all confused why she’s qualifying the statement. They said they’re going to keep him.
So there!
“I’m a monster, too, I’m not going to judge you. Probably will be all confused why I would!”
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“Huh,” he says, because that is such a deep-reaching thought, he realises.
He hasn’t been not-judged since his father picked him up as a feral youth and brought him to Asgard. And it’s been a long time since then.
But… Darcy’s a puppy, and there’s no Aesir here, and he’s feeling reckless with the lack of it, daring and contrary.
“What I really want to do,” he rumbles to her, “is dig my teeth in as hard and as deep as they can go and feel the skin and flesh tear, and the bones scrape and crunch, and rip pieces out of you while I come.”
Because that’s the truth of him. He’s half huldrekall, and hulder lure things in with fucking to eat them.
And he doesn’t have the pheromones, he doesn’t have the hulder physiology, but he does have those instincts.
Those desires.
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