Chapter 16
Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 15
He has to bite his laughter back to close-mouthed chuckles so he doesn’t disrupt her work when she uses her tiny little paws to neaten up his beard- she’s so silly and adorable with that shapeshifting of hers.
But also, as previously stated, there’s a difference between being pampered and being taken care of, and as much as Faomir likes to quip about his uncivilised barbarian ways, Caliban actually enjoys his creature comforts very much, thank you.
Maybe because he spent far too many of his formative years away from them. Give him grooming and cleanliness and rich, soft things any day.
And if getting his beard paw-combed by his new puppy is the closest he can come to an Asgardian bathhouse right now… He’ll take it.
His camp, such as it is, is a little ways up a slope from the forest Darcy landed in, and it doesn’t take him long now to get up there.
This volcano clearly hasn’t erupted in a while, going by the plant life that’s taken hold on large swathes of it, which is why he picked it. Hopefully this non-eruption streak will continue.
The camp is really not much more than a shallow cave formed in the mountain’s side which holds the few possession’s he’s accumulated so far: a sturdy branch he’s marking the days on, the shirt he left back here because it’s too warm for more than one layer during the day, a few sharp stones, and a heap of the softest material he’s found for bedding. Granted, it’s not very soft- a fibrous, grass-like sort of plant, but it’s better than the bare rocks.
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Not perfect, but good enough with what she has to work with here. Also, now she has a camp, not just his hair and beard to inspect and make better!
Jumping off his shoulders and turning wolf, Darcy takes three rounds around the camp, takes it in properly with her nose, but then has to shake her head.
“Nope, won’t do, won’t do at all!”
Where to start? Actually, obvious, with a nicer bed. Not much to do right away, but a little bit at least, not that she doesn’t sigh for a moment before starting to get out of her dress. “And I liked this one. But more importantly, if we separate all the layers, there should be enough for making a canopy, or maybe a mattress since the sun isn’t really out. Does anything here have bones so I can have a needle? I can sew!”
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“Canopy wouldn’t do much good- hardly any sun, and it doesn’t rain a lot, but when it does, there’s a lot of ash in it. Better to head to a real cave to avoid that. Though sometimes it rains acid, that’s fun.” He grins at her, then considers. “There are animals with bones, yes, shouldn’t be a problem to find something. A mattress could be nice, but maybe once we find a better spot. This is temporary, I’ve been moving away from the active volcanoes over that way,” he waves the direction they came. “It was moderately clear a few weeks ago and I got up higher one of the mountain flanks to have a look around, I think there’s somewhat better land further on. At least it looks less like imminent eruption, and I’m hoping for a proper water source.”
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That’s all really good for her to know. Instructions on how to make camp best for her dog fishie! But also all things she can’t fix right now… and she’s half out of her dress anyway and they’ve both been flirting and telling each other it has been too long.
Pulling the dress off all the way, she looks around for a spot she can protect it even a little bit from the ash.
Yes, she’s being sentimental!
Still. Folding it on a rock is the best she can do. Good enough. Caliban is more important than any clothing or objects anyway. And it’s been too long much, much longer for him than for her.
Knowing how much her men sometimes like to get her out of her underthings, she leaves those on for now, but walks back over to him with open arms.
“I promise I’ll make our next camp much nicer! We’ll find something at the latest when I learn to fly again. But you have other needs I can help with right now. Can you please tell me how I can be good for you? I’ve learned that that is totally different for different men. I don’t want to do it wrong.”
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Right, he remembers all these layers from his time on Midgard- Darcy might’ve taken off her dress, but it’s not much of a change in terms of skin coverage.
Though it does mean he can now see her collarbones, and in general, the prospect of sex, soon, has his mouth water.
He holds out his own arms for her.
“You’re a rather sweet monster of a puppy yourself, you know that?” he asks. “I like pain. Giving it or taking it, the more, the better. Also biting, and just fucking itself, as long as I don’t have to be all careful about it.” He tips his head in consideration. “Basically, I just like it hard and nasty and wild.”
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“Can you bite without drawing blood? I have to retract my fangs to drink… but,” yes, yes, she’s blushing again, she can’t help it, “remember, I’m not just marrying you. I hate to have to set you a boundary, that’s the word, right? But I’m so hungry already and we don’t know if we can find me other blood and… if we do hard and nasty and wild, I’ll need healing. No Arthur for you to stumble to after because of bloodloss. Sorry. We can play harder once we’re back home. Is that okay for now?”
Walking right into his open arms, she rubs her face into that lovely chest of his. She wants to be good for him, so she finds where his shirt ends and sticks her hands underneath it… Oh night, fur, such nice fur, right, um, being good for him, not getting distracted. Leaving it at her fingernails rather than claws for now, she scratches up his sides and down his back.
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…Fuck, he hadn’t realised how much he’d missed someone touching him.
It isn’t even like he usually is touchy-feely, at all. He is sure he’s gone as long or longer between hook ups before. But there is a difference between not doing something because you don’t feel like it, and not being able to, and somehow, that makes his eyes droop to half-mast and make him sway into her as he puts his own hands on her back (he can hold so much of her at once!) and rumbles a happy sound.
And then he huffs out an annoyed breath.
“The only way I can bite without drawing blood is if I’m very, very careful. Which kind of defeats the point. But yes, we can be, as Faomir would say, sensible about this. Sensible sex is still better than no sex.”
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Aw, she knows that feeling of weight against her. She knows what he isn’t saying, doesn’t have to say because John also would never say it, but she’s John’s girl and Caliban’s puppy, she can sense the longing and how meaningful the touch is.
“I still want to be as good for you as I can. You said taking pain is also fun, so what do you like? And how well do you heal?”
Careful and sensible isn’t exactly… No, wait, she doesn’t like careful because she prefers passionate, as in, means something to both of them, gentle or rough, whatever, but sensible, she can get behind sensible. That just means taking care of everybody involved, including their own future selves, so she smiles up at him. “I’ll protect our future selves from us being silly, but that’s all we have to do for being sensible!”
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“Well, when you put it like that…” he allows. “The way you bit me before was fucking nice- like you were injecting pain straight into my veins, and that didn’t seem to do any damage. Hm. I’m a hell of a lot tougher than the Midgardians you’re probably used to. Not sure how the healing matches up.” Then he remembers: “Oh, right, those flying critters we fought? Got some scratches on my back. So, to give you an idea: A few of them managed to break skin, but just barely. It’s probably going to take three or four days or so for those to heal, but they’re not going to bother me in the meantime. It’s very unlikely that they’ll get infected, either.”
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“No infections is great! John makes me wash my claws sometimes because he said he never knows where those were last and, um, I scratch up his back badly sometimes…” She knows it’s not really something to giggle about, she was the one who had to help him disinfect the scratches when they were all red and achy and inflamed, but she can’t help but feel a bit giggly about him making her feel so good that she forgot how hard she can scratch.
“Claws and hunting bites, okay. Can do! I’ll learn to get better, promise, I’m not as good as Radu, of course, but I’ll try my best with my bite.”
No time like the present, so she lifts his shirt up, and, well, she wants to bite him, but smelling that expanse of nice big man and fur has her sniff and drool for a moment before she can swallow and put a playful bite on a pec of his, just about tall enough to reach that at least.
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“Good thing you have a mage around, with these delicate Midgardians…” He trails off into something between a hum and a moan at the sourceless pain that lights up his entire body. “Fuck, that’s nice… Even better ’cause my brain is telling me there’s no reason for it…”
Somehow, that just makes it… floatier. More intense. Some base part of him looking for the damage and not finding it and freaking out about it. He feels his fingers tighten on her back, digging into her clothes, looking for skin.
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Did her corset creak under his fingers? It totally did.
Kissing her bite shut, she chuckles up at him. “You’re going to break something on my clothes and that’s not much better than breaking something on me. Actually, it’s worse, I heal, even if I need your blood for it. Get me out of this, then you can go all brain-dead with enjoying yourself.”
She hopes that wasn’t too stern, but she thinks he’ll just growl at her if she is doing too much deciding on her own. Quincy always does, and then they have growly games and John laughs, so there’s nothing wrong with it.
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He gives her a blink and grin that he hopes is exactly as hazy and dirty as he feels, buzzing with pain and anticipation.
“My absolute pleasure,” he purrs. In other circumstances, he’d have ripped her clothes off and laughed while he found out what she’d do about it, but, they are being sensible.
So he locates those ties, still in the same place he’s used to, pulls the bow open and then runs his hands along her sides to her front to unhook the corset, watches as her undershirt falls loose from where it was cinched against her skin.
Sadly, there isn’t much of a bounce of released tits, but whatever.
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She knows full well where he’s looking and sighs.
“Sorry, I know, they aren’t big.”
Pulling her shirt off of herself, she still gives him a grin and wiggle to make her breasts jiggle a bit. “But Quincy always teases John that I make up with enthusiastic licking for being a disaster with giving tit jobs.”
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He runs his hands up her sides and in so he can cup her tits and stroke his thumbs over them, scratching his nails over her nipples.
“Given how tiny you are… They’d have to be really big to give me a handful. Or a tit job.”
He grins at her. No, he doesn’t really mind. They’re still soft to touch.
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Moaning at that lovely, lovely touch, she notices that while she is glad she isn’t bad for him with her body, it’s the grin that gets her. He said that naughty quipping is good and she tried! Tried and managed to make him grin. Which means she should try more, even though she’s blushing while she does it, reaches up to run her nails over his chest and nipples and then with only a tiny squeak to her voice quips back: “Your pecs are big enough that I wonder if you couldn’t give me a tit job instead!”
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He takes his hands away from her skin for a moment to pull off his own shirt (undershirt, technically,) and looks long enough as he throws to make sure it ends up on the ash-free ledge with her dress. Then he turns his attention back to her and flexes his chest and shoulders.
“Yeah? Wanna try it out?” He has no idea how they’d go about that, but he’s game if she is.
Also, the way she’s blushing while getting on board with the naughty comments makes him want to bite her.
Alas.
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“I… I…” Great, now she’s stuttering and making high pitched noises, but he’s flexing and she can see his muscles move and the fur move along and she was standing right there when he lifted his arms to get the shirt off, he smells so much and so good and she probably should be glad that that’s shutting her brain off, because she doesn’t think she could keep up with the naughty otherwise. “Quincy says I’m hardly big enough for a proper blowjob, but with your smell, I just might get off from getting my scent on you.”
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Fuck, how is she so adorable? He can’t remember the last time something minor like that clearly and obviously short-circuited someone’s brain.
Actually, he’s pretty sure that’s never happened before.
“Yeah? That’s something you’re into? Feel free to sniff, I don’t mind.”
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“Puppy, nose important, said that before.”
Diction, what’s that? Quincy would probably have a laughing fit about her being back to actual slobbering, but she goes up on her tiptoes to be able to stick her face between his pecs and just inhales as long as she possibly can.
So. blasted. nice.
To not be mean to him, she wraps her arms around him, far as they will go, and just opens and closes her hands against him, claws out. Happy pawing, yes, definitely happy pawing. Such nice fur tickling her nose while she sniffs.
Best sniff.
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“Such a puppy,” he agrees, both amused and flattered. She looks about ready to roll in his scent and that’s… Actually, that’s pretty hot.
That’s all desire and zero pretense, and he likes it.
He also likes the feeling of her claws rhythmically scratching against the tender skin at the middle of his back, and he flexes into it, which also has the effect of rolling his hips, and his crotch, against her.
Which is good friction, oh yes.
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Now he’s just teasing, so she looks up, but not so much she would have to get her nose away from him, and mumbles: “Don’t want you to get bored. Let me sniff where I can make you feel good while doing it.”
Really, if he was just a tad taller, she could probably do that without even fully having to lean down… Uh, actually, if she kneels down, she’ll be too short. And that thought is so funny that she bursts out laughing.
“I think we need the bed, you’re too tall!”
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He looks down at her and considers the blowjob logistics, joins her laughter. “Or you’re too short. Either way, yeah, bed- after we get rid of the rest of these clothes, what do you say?” He reaches down and around to push his hands into her waistband and cup her arse, gives it a squeeze.
“Hmm, nice,” he rumbles.
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Tugging the ribbon open so it doesn’t push so hard against her with his huge hands in there, too, she wiggles against his palms with a comfortable grin. “My men agree! Quincy more than John, of course.”
Just about to push her bloomers down, she hesitates and looks up straight at his eyes, makes her voice as stern as she can manage.
“But if you call it balls again, I’m not going to bite you, no being mean to me! You hear me?”
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“Okay, okay,” he agrees. “What do you want me to call it, then?”
Fine, if it bothers her… He doesn’t have to get why to respect that, he supposes.
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Sweet. He is so sweet, like her men, and that makes her relax as she pushes her bloomers down but keeps a hold of them to step out of them carefully rather than letting them drop on that ashy floor. Quincy talked her into silk, they are delicate, she doesn’t want to ruin them if she can help it.
Walking over to their clothes pile, and yes, she knows she’s swinging her hips on purpose here, she chuckles.
“Quincy got a bit prissy about it, but it’s important to John, so it’s a cunt. But John’s not here, so it’s okay if you drop the word dick, or whatever you normally say, too. Quincy insists it is one, just as much as John insists it’s not. They are silly like that.”
With the bloomers wrapped into her dress, she hopes he liked that she gave him a good view while bending over. And anything he didn’t see she can show off while walking, fine, actually skipping, back into his arms.
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He studies her, and yes, enjoys the obvious show he’s getting, hums when she’s back in reach and runs his hands, and nails, over her skin.
“Looks to me like you’re wielding a different set of equipment as a bat, anyway. Interesting? For another time.” He grins. “That’s either the smallest dick I’ve ever seen, or the largest clit. Either way: Pretty puppy. I look forward to fucking you.” He takes one hand off of her to pull open the ties and clasps on his own trousers, shifts his weight to one leg to toe off his boot, too.
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He called her pretty! And he totally means it, she can tell.
Of course Quincy and John have told her, but it’s always about things they like. Quincy can be so picky and mean, but she knows she’s no better, because he smells way too flowery. Caliban is just so… matter of fact that, yes, she’s special, but not in any way that concerns him.
So sweet, he’s being so sweet again and she just has to show him, so she sticks her hands to him and uses that to climb up his chest. She doesn’t care if they fall over. She just has to kiss him and bite him and show him, not silly “just tell”, that he made her feel pretty and appreciated and all warm and fuzzy inside.
Sure, she’s horny, but he makes this mean so much more. She likes it!
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He laughs when he has to put his foot back down, boot only half-off, to keep his balance as she just fucking climbs him. His trousers drop around his ankles when he lets go to put his hands under her lovely naked arse and thighs instead, and then she’s actually kissing him.
With no hesitation whatsoever about his teeth.
A moment later, he feels the prick of her fangs, and then… Well, that’s not the pain he expected. That’s… instead, that’s all buzzy and warm.
And he isn’t sure what he thinks about it. It’s not bad, he doesn’t dislike it, but it’s also… a lot?
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She wants to lick at his teeth so badly! She can taste his blood through his skin and she’s hungry and happy and feels so seen and accepted that she can’t help but think of kissing John and kissing Quincy and how she wants to just not think about who bites whom. But she has a duty to protect their future selves, so she doesn’t retract her fangs, she pulls her entire face back, and kisses her bite shut softly, caringly, before leaning her forehead against his. “Thank you. Thank you for just liking me as I am. You are so very, very pretty, too, and I can’t wait to fuck you! You already are showing me that it’ll mean something so it’ll be the best kind.”
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He didn’t… mean for it to mean something. That way lies manipulation and entitlement and mess and trouble.
But Darcy is just far, far too straight-forward for that kind of drama. He can’t imagine it. She’s just… incompatible with that kind of thinking.
There’s almost an innocence to it, to this much honesty.
Which… “Thank you for liking me as I am, too.” That’s not something that’s happened to him frequently. Plenty of people like him despite being half-huldr. Some people fucked him for it, but in the fetish kind of way- they didn’t really like it. Only the safe semblance of danger and taboo.
Faomir is his friend despite him being half-Aesir.
So, yes, it is going to mean something.
“Lets have monster fun together,” he tells her, hears the hoarse rumble of horny anticipation in his voice.
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“Always! So, bed, now! You can take my boots off, I’m at least not so short that you can’t reach that while I stick my face into the bestest smell!”
Oh, she could bounce he’s making her feel so eager and safe and comfortable with him! Bouncing is a bit hard in her position, but what she can manage is wrapping her legs around him, those at least just about go around, in contrast to her arms, and hold herself tight against him.
She did not know that fur has another nice effect like this. Oh, fine, now she’s kind of rubbing herself all over him because that’s just so nice, so nice against her skin. “Fur fur fur! Night, you feel nice.”
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Fates, she’s making him laugh. That and her wiggling means it’s a fumble, and not a graceful one, to get out of his boots and trousers the rest of the way so he doesn’t just fall on his face (and her,) but he manages eventually, and then he can take the whole two steps to what qualifies as his bed right now and lower them down onto it.
“You feel nice wiggling around like that, but how about you do it about half a foot further south?”
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“Let me turn around first!”
Not that she doesn’t want to fuck him any hole he lets her, but she’s also aware that she’s hungry already and that Quincy has cackled about both her cunts being useless at self-lubrication and that, well, John has had days where he was too sore from squeezing into her for any more sex. So no, a bit of patience, hard as that is!
Oh night!
Now that she has turned around and gets a look at what she’s working with, uh, maybe a bit of patience isn’t enough patience. There is no way, no way at all, that’s going to fit easily… or even difficult-ly.
With a look over her shoulder, she ends up snorting.
“You so have to feed me after this. You’ll rip me!”
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He eyes her pretty, tiny crotch in his face and gives a hum of agreement. “We okay with that?” He pushes up on his elbows, and that pretty much has her riding his chest, means he can easily see past the curve of her arse. “The ripping and the feeding? I’m very okay with that, but we’re trying to be sensible here. We could leave it at oral and fingers.”
He doesn’t want to, but… as he said, sensible sex is better than no sex.
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