Chapter 19
Previously: Obsidian: Ash and Moonbeams – Chapter 18
Lifting an arm up, she takes a long look at it, a look at his teeth, then tilts her head, turns to look at a leg of hers. “Arm would be easier logistics, but my arms are so small compared to your nice teeth that you might just take my hand off, and that takes so much blood to regrow, and a whole night. We don’t know yet how we can feed me reliably.”
Giving her leg another look she moves it up, puts it over his shoulder so her calf is next to his face, even though that is a bit of a stretch.
“Is that angle awkward? It kind of is, isn’t it?”
Now she’s pouting. John didn’t even intend to take her arm off and she was bouncy when it happened, now her Calidear has a stated desire and she can’t just chirp and tell him to go ahead.
How is that fair? Silly lack of blood around here!
She’s already hungry, she can’t easily heal bigger wounds… no matter how sexy he makes it sound. He wants pieces of her, in him. She could swoon!
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Caliban blinks at her.
At best, he’d expected indifference, but this is…
“You’d actually go for it?” He looks at her pout. “You’d actually be into that?”
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He looks surprised, even she can tell. And he was reluctant to tell her. The pout turns growl.
“Somebody was mean to you about it, weren’t they? Silly, silly people always! You want to make parts of me part of you! All intermixed right when I make you feel good. If they don’t want you to make romantic statements like that, then they are the ones that should be judged! What monster in their right mind wouldn’t blush and be all flattered?”
Now she’s huffing. Quincy would be proud of her for how offended she sounds!
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He looks at her for another moment, then feels a laugh rolling out of him from deep in his belly.
He didn’t even mention the part about swallowing the bits he wants to rip out, and she just goes and assumes as much.
And considers it romantic.
“Yeah,” he agrees once he’s down to chuckling, “yeah, some people, when I first started having sex, were mean about it. Didn’t think my fuck-and-eat urges were romantic at all. Good thing I met a monster puppy like you now, huh?”
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No, down, those meanies aren’t here for her to bite. Protecting his feelings, taking care of him, is more important right now.
Also, he’s just too cute how he clearly didn’t notice the obvious so she reaches and bobs him on the nose with a giggle.
“Forgot? Dhampir? Most romantic thing possible is mutual biting and blood drinking but, um, if to your kind of monster that doesn’t translate, I can try to take more than blood. Don’t want you to think I wouldn’t want to also show you my appreciation.”
Yepp, blushing, and slightly squeaking with her words. She likes that, it should show him that it’s not just empty words.
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“Right,” he says. “That’d be mixing up food and sex, too, isn’t it?” He considers her question, but: “No, you taking a more-than-blood bite of me doesn’t hit any romance triggers here. It’s not even romantic to me- it’s just instinct. A sex urge thing. The fact that it doesn’t freak you out, though…” He smiles at her. “That’s, as you put it, meaningful.”
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That really is her favourite word! She can’t help but grin so hard that her face feels all tight again and cover his shoulders with kisses.
“Monsters together, I told you. And I really don’t know why it should freak me out, it’s a need you have. I want to be good for you! So we just have to find a way to make it work. Also, you wouldn’t kill me, you’re just taking a little nibble, a very meaningful nibble… and what kind of pain did I say I like best?”
That was the worst excuse for naughty talk ever, but it’s true enough, even if it’s not romantic to him, it’s to her, and it’s meaningful for his needs, and it would be a whole new kind of pain, yes, that thought makes her wiggle with a deep purr. Night, as if she wasn’t horny enough already.
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“So fearless,” he tells her, and feels… is that fondness? Yeah, it fucking is. He likes her.
Okay, that doesn’t happen often. But… why the fuck not? They’re both stuck here, it’s so much more fun with company, there is zero reason for him to not just go with it.
He eyes her slender shoulders. “Since we’re being sensible and all… What if we keep it skin-deep-ish only? Yeah, it’s not as hard as I want to bite, but then we can’t go as hard as we want to on any of this.”
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Does it make a difference if he gets her blood first? She wishes she had any specific knowledge of what she has to avoid exactly. Arthur always makes magic sound as if it has lots of rules, but she can’t figure hers out.
And she’s trying to be sensible, but she’s also so very horny and flattered so she can be tactical.
“Here’s my plan. Careful with my insides, we’ll be sensible and go slow down there because Papa always taught me that internal damage is worse than external, so that ought to need lots of healing and we can’t do that. We don’t know yet how to feed me well. But if you don’t rip anything out, your teeth aren’t that long, that can’t be that much healing, can it? Try to not swallow much blood, maybe just licking, no sucking?”
The formulation makes her snort again. Accidental naughty? She wouldn’t be surprised if she manages that better than on purpose.
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He nods, considering. “It’s about the pressure against my teeth,” he tells her. “My cock wants the stimulation of thrusting, and my teeth want the one of biting. And chewing, and tearing. So if we leave out the tearing part… Yeah, I shouldn’t get that much blood, and there shouldn’t be that much healing?”
This could actually work. The thought of getting to actually bite with his fucking, properly, sends hot arousal all the way down his body and into his cock.
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“If you sit leaned against the wall and I’m on top of you, my shoulder is a bit easier for you to reach, too, and gravity should keep more blood in than if I’m lying down.”
Now that’s the kind of logistics she likes doing. Likes a lot actually, not as if she wasn’t the one orchestrating her men around her. Caliban is still only one man, but the thought of how intertwined they’ll be has her tingle all over. And that makes her smack at his hand, at this speed they’ll never manage! “Get back to fingering me open, there’s only so much patience I have when we talk about how to get your nice teeth into me. That’s dirty talk!”
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He laughs again. “Alright, alright!” Not like he’s withdrawn his finger, but the talk did distract him from opening her up with intent, so he goes back to that, as directed, adds a second finger, which… He can just about squeeze in, if he’s careful. But then he can actually start stretching her muscles out.
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Relaxing, she knows she needs to relax, but, night, that’s difficult with how excited she is now. Also, really, if there’s a second most favourite kind of pain, it’s that really nice sense of stretch. Ugh, no, the wiggling isn’t going to help, but it feels so nice… At least that helps with the relaxing. If she focuses on just enjoying herself she can relax, melt into a moaning puddle, really. Yeah, much better pain than if they would go as hard as they want right away. It would still be meaningful and therefore great, but, ugh, riding that edge between pain and ‘just feels good in the naughty way’ is so blasted nice.
She wants to urge him on, but she knows if he goes too fast she’ll rip and they are trying to avoid that, ugh… Actually, cheat, there’s another cheat, not as if him coming is the only lube they can find. A bit of wiggling, if she moves a bit. There! Night, is she glad Quincy insisted on figuring out if she doesn’t have a fun button back there. “Spot, keep… hah…”
Yeah, words hard, better things to do.
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He chuckles with her wiggling, because it’s cute, and it also rubs her body against him in fun and exciting ways.
And the way she’s enjoying his hard stretch does it for him, too. He crooks his fingers towards her belly to see if the spot she wants him to find is the spot he thinks it ought to be, tries to follow where her wiggling indicates she wants him.
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Blast. Yes yes yes. She thinks he knows what he’s doing! Back to being a melted and starting-to-shiver disaster on top of him. But no more moaning, this needs more. She likes being loud and if he just keeps right there, yes, there, she’s going to scream very soon.
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That looks like he’s doing a good job- she’s getting all shivery, and those noises she makes are building. He grins in satisfaction, keeps the stimulation where he has it, and pushes his knuckles apart inside of her for just a little bit more stretch. Not so much there’s damage, just a little more than her body is starting to give him, he reminds himself. He has to be careful here.
He decides he hates being careful when she arches and clenches around him and screams and comes with lovely abandon.
He really, really just wants to fuck.
She also comes with a splash of wetness against his stomach, which… He grins at her while he milks the shivers and aftershocks out of her with twitches and squeaks.
“Lube acquired.”
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“Plan, that was the plan.” Can he understand her? She’s not sure, her words are probably as slurred as her thoughts from that steam train of an orgasm. Right, men, ego. She scratches her brain together, a little bit at least.
“Thank you for making me feel so good. You make me come hard.”
It’s the truth, so she doesn’t even have to think about figuring out a compliment. And hey, with being half brain dead, she can just mumble her way through the naughty, it comes naturally in that mindstate.
“With the lube now, please, please get in here so you can come hard, too.”
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“My pleasure,” he growls, and swipes his free hand through the puddle on his stomach to coat his cock in it.
Is it more like come from a man or a woman, he wonders. Does it matter?
He decides it doesn’t, aside from just random curiosity, which he can address later.
For now, he has fingers to pull out of a cute little arse and replace with his cock, which… He moans.
“Oh fuck, so good. Still tight.”
Still tight enough to sting in a delicious way as he hitches his hips up slowly, slowly while he holds his cock steady with one hand and her hip with his other.
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He makes that sound as if it’s a surprise. “Of course still tight! You are huge!”
Don’t seize up, don’t seize up, don’t seize up. She’s trying so hard to keep her breathing deep and her legs relaxed. She wants him in there so badly, but, blast, that is a lot, and if there’s one kind of pain she isn’t into, it’s a cramp from too much strain too fast. That would just set them back, and that’s the last thing she wants.
No, she wants him in here, she wants to dispel the last little bit of sense of being lonely after that horrid week. And she wants to be good for him, all of him, get all of him in here, especially those teeth, that bite, people were mean to him about!
And to get there, she needs to relax, not let herself get ripped after all, breathe, breathe. Even better, breathe in his scent, yes, nuzzling her face against him, letting that lovely fur scratch softly against her cheek, yes, relaxing now, feeling happy and content just as much as eager now. Better.
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“You’re tiny,” he returns, but very distractedly, because, oh, yes, niiiiiice burn along his cock. Taking it slow is annoying on the one hand, on the other hand, it means he can really savour the combination of too-tight and growing heat and everything.
He gets both hands under her arse to help support her weight and relax and keep things slow while he tips his head back, eyes half closed while he enjoys.
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Is there anything prettier than one of her men having that expression on his face? She doesn’t think there is, and as much as she likes rubbing her cheek against him, she wants to be in a position where she can help more. Lying on him is pretty useless for that, so she sits up, carefully, because yes, that will help push her own weight down on him and frankly, the thought of how far up her belly he’ll go makes her giggle, which feels nice with the way her muscles react to it.
It’s a lot, he’s a lot, but it’s the kind of a lot she likes and can handle. Also, taking it slow and careful can only go so far before she implodes with impatience, she can handle a little bit faster, but that he is being so gentle with her, that he is really taking her words seriously, she treasures that. Yes, together, they are having fun with each other, so she is only more eager to be good for him and get her hips down on his.
Easier said than done, and it makes her giggle again. “Help me out, pull me open a bit more.”
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Oh, giggles feel nice when he can feel them in his cock. More of her weight feels nice, too, and she’s the one who can tell how much she should take, so he shifts his fingers until he gets a good grip and can do as she asked, hums in pleasure as he does so.
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Come on, come on, come on… and don’t start laughing. She can just envision Quincy giggling at her. He always calls her greedy. Well, she is. And she misses John just grunting and defending her that he has no complaints when she’s impatient with him, too. She hadn’t even realised that being intimate without constant banter feels a bit weirdly quiet now.
That little bit of getting distracted apparently did the trick, she just relaxed into the situation, too much focus. Which is ridiculous, because, night, she feels tiny, more tiny than before, both because, blast, she can feel him places she didn’t know she could feel anybody, (which is so nice, so incredibly nice that he helps her feel less lonely inside herself,) but also, and now she does laugh: “Calidear, my knees don’t reach the ground!”
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He huffs out a deep groan of satisfaction when he can feel her bottom out, and then lifts his head to check, runs his hands along her thighs, and… “Nope, they don’t. Wall-leaning idea of yours, let’s try that.” He wraps one arm around her waist to hold her steady, and shuffles himself around in a quarter circle until he has one of the sidewalls at his back to prop up his shoulders. He pulls up his knees, too, braces his feet. “You wanna lean back and get your feet to the front?”
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It’s less quiet, and he’s asking her what she wants, if he makes her any more relaxed she might go boneless and that’s not helpful. Instead she pulls her feet to the front, squats on him and oh yes, now that is sweet, sweet leverage. Which means now it’s on her to be nice and talk to him and check with him before she goes brainless from hammering her hips into him. “How far do I need to come up for you to get a good grip on my shoulder comfortably?”
She leans her shoulder towards his face without moving her hips up, just enjoying that stretch, and really, she knows that giving herself time now before moving makes it much easier to not have to be careful in a little bit. Impatient, so impatient, but she can wait half a minute! …Just about.
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Caliban leans forward, but that’s a stretch of his neck that won’t be comfortable when he’d rather be busy fucking. “Moment,” he says, pushes himself up against the wall a little higher and now… Now she’s fully in his lap and he’s all but curled around her.
He grins at her. “Perfect.” And then he tightens his core and thighs for an experimental thrust and… “Oh, yes. Perfect.” With the wall at his shoulders, he has leverage.
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So much to feel! The thrust was achingly enjoyable, ache, not pain, she’s so ready for more, but not pain there, no, she’s eager to feel those teeth in her shoulder, feel him clutch at her, grab at her, just be all lost in her. And all that while she feels as if she’s half hidden inside his body surrounding her, too. It feels so close, so intimate, so all of them being intermixed as much as they can with the nasty barrier between them.
But he’ll rip that barrier at least partially with those nice teeth of his and she can’t wait. She wants him to know that, give him one more reassurance. “I’m going to start fucking us both senseless. Don’t restrain yourself. I want you to bite me. I want you to really feel that urge and let go, because it’s okay with me. Bite and chew, just don’t tear. Can you do that for me, Calidear? Please?”
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He moans again, meets her eyes, because: “Fuck yeah. Absolutely my pleasure.” Her pupils are all wide and dark, and he’s sure he doesn’t look any better. “Let’s finally enjoy our fuck, we’ve earned it. Being all sensible and shit.”
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Maybe she’s feeling romantic with how much of him she can feel, and how clearly she could feel his willingness to listen to her, his eagerness to make her feel good, too. Together. Yes. She likes it. It makes her smile and lean up far enough so she can kiss him. “I’m not being sensible. I’m being caring with somebody who is important and meaningful to me. I have been enjoying myself, thanks to you. Let me be just as good for you.”
Having leaned up just means she can let herself slide down on him again, it’s a good test, and yes, her body is finally just as ready as she is, so being caring can turn from careful to passionate. She wants to be passionate with him!
She wants to forget the world outside the here and now, outside how close they are, and she knows no better way than to let her senses determine her rhythm as she begins to move in earnest on him.
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“Oh, fuck that’s good,” he informs her, lets his hips roll into her rhythm. It’s still tight and sticky enough a slide that it sends delicious little pings of pain along his nerves every now and then.
And there’s the familiar low throb of his teeth to match his cock, and he can lean forward and fit them around her shoulder and let them sink in.
Oh fuck yes.
He moans against her skin, and flexes his jaw, because she’s not going to freak out on him for it.
It’s so good.
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Night! That hurts so nice!
It’s not the best for leverage, but she wants to sling her arms around his head, cradle him in, hold him and lean her head into his hair. So sweet, he’s being so sweet and close to her and she’s feeling so much of him.
This is how it should be… Night, she wishes she loved him! If she wasn’t terribly distracted with how good her body feels, she could maybe focus on her chuckling drac, but then again, no, it’s right, give it time. They both already said she’ll keep him. Her drac can do the rest. She doesn’t need to worry. If she has some silly thing about getting stuck with her manly men, Quincy is going to fix her just as much as he will with John.
So there, no worries, just feeling good, feeling one, feeling so appreciated for how clearly her Calidear wants to break the borders between them down.
And that deserves all the rewards and reassurances in the world, head cradled tight in her grip, hips rocking hard into him, and growling and moaning about how good he makes her feel! “You feel so good. Bite me, please, bite you how you like it!”
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So good. No tearing, he remembers, but he can let go of the bite, and shift a little, and do it again, feel the pressure of her flesh against his teeth again the same way her riding him releases and tightens the pressure on his cock, and there’s the taste of skin and blood in his mouth, and she’s so small that his lower teeth snag on her collarbone, send that shivery, electric feeling of scraping all through him.
No tearing and no bone-breaking, but he barely even misses it with how he can still bite and sink his teeth in and chew.
So good, not to need to keep part of his mind separate from the fucking to make sure he doesn’t give in.
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If she had half a brain left she would be tempted to laugh again. Bone scratch, she could feel that and it’s like somebody running a finger up your back when you don’t expect it. Just on the inside. It nearly tickles, in a good way. But it’s his reaction, that relief and enjoyment she feels from him, even though she can’t really bite him, shouldn’t, because yes, it’s less damage but she still feels the hunger grip tighter around her, her drac coming closer. So close.
She has to keep it together. No berserking, no, bad, and she’s feeling too good. Far too good, especially because he doesn’t get eeked out by touching bone, not like Quincy, who shrieked when his claw hit one. No, her Calidear likes it. Likes her. Likes to be in her so much.
Together, together, together…
So close, drac so close…
She starts whimpering… so much, too much, no, wanna, wanna, wanna…
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He’s not going to set any stamina records, but, fuck… They just want this round for lube, and he’s feeling good, and Darcy’s bouncing on his cock and he can feel the blood sticking to his teeth when he raises his head as he comes so he doesn’t bite down too hard.
Still good. Still so good.
Which is when he notices the puppy, making puppy noises, stick her face against his throat, now accessible, and he can feel her open her mouth against her skin, and the catch of a fang.
He’s not super with it, but he does remember she said no biting, and he gets getting carried away, so he grabs her hair and pulls her back, says: “Hey. No biting, remember?”
She looks up at him, and wiggles, and gives a wordless whine, and her eyes are red.
Huh.
“Puppy?”
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