ā ĖĖ- prompt: what it means to be "loved" by an aeon.
ā ĖĖ- characters: nanook, yaoshi, xipe, aha
ā ĖĖ- warnings: slightly ooc aeons, toxic relationships, abstract concepts/language because these guys are WEIRD. is it love or do they want to eat you. who knows
ā ĖĖ- a/n: of course it takes two seconds of nanook tits for me to write again. im jumping. anyways hey aeon fucker nation did yall miss me. if yall disagree thats my bad this is just how i interpret the aeons they're very conceptual imo and that's beautiful. i love the different aspects in their respective paths that they represent
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To be loved by Nanook is to be understood. THEY do not love you as much as THEY resonate with you, you, who has seen the suffering that comes with living. You, who knows that death itself is a mercy, you, who knows that to die is to rest.
THEY will not kill you - not yet. Not until all the suns burst, not until THEIR only wish is fulfilled, and the universe itself is reset to nothing. You will aid THEM in this conquest. You will bring the gift of eternal slumber to galaxies alongside your fellow believers, your back forever scorched by the flame of THEIR gaze. To those who cling so desperately to life, let you offer them salvation in the fire.
The galaxies will hate you. The virtuous will curse your name, and families will pray that you never step foot into their star systems. They don't understand - they can't. They are only mortal, and so they fiercely guard their painful lives. Nanook cares not for their understanding - only of their eventual, inevitable acceptance. And as THEIR believer, you too, do not listen to the shouts of the misguided.
Nanook's blood itself is an embrace. When the molten gold hits your skin, it burns - as all fire does. It's your instinct to pull away, but fire was not always a weapon. It was originally meant as a gift, and so when you push away what is natural, you find that Ruin's blood is more than just fire.
You've never heard Nanook speak. THEY'VE seldom needed words, especially when it comes to those who serve THEM. The Lord Ravagers understand THEIR will, having welded it into their own the second they dipped their hands into the gashing wound splitting THEIR chest.
The blood speaks - not in any language that could be understood by man, and trying to formulate it into something legible will only drive you mad. No, to understand Nanook, you must let go of all logic and law that you knew, and simply feel. Let THEIR essence consume you.
For Nanook is war itself; THEY are both compassion and ruthlessness mixed into one singular duty. THEIR anger is like that of a slum rat, trampled again and again and again until they cannot feel anything but hate. THEIR love is like that of a parent, who will do anything to make their child happy, even if it means destroying them and anyone else along the way. THEY are merciful in how a bullet is merciful. Fire hurts only for a second, Nanook's for even less, and freedom lasts forever.
THEY know that life itself is cruel, and THEIR skin is marred with scars created by the neverending wars of mortals. But the gods THEY had have done nothing to end this suffering, and THEY have grown impatient. Nihility is slow, agonizingly so, and Finality is light years away - Nanook refuses to wait any longer.
THEY will give you rest. THEY will grant you salvation. THEY will love you, in the only way they know how - by freeing you, regardless of whether you wish for it or not.
Remnants of THEM will cover your skin, undeniable to any who may come across you. THEY claim you without truly meaning to, for THEY is still fire, at the end of the day, and every touch will leave a scar. But you relish in the darkened, blistered skin, for it is evidence that you are THEIRS.
THEY'VE held you, once or twice. In the palms of their hands, THEIR warm blood soaking into your skin like the purest of baptisms. When you looked into THEIR eyes, and THEIR long-steeled expression, yet ultimately human despite it all, you see resentment, you see bitterness, you see anger, but behind it all, there is understanding.
For Nanook, too, had once been mortal. THEY too, had once been a child. And perhaps, in another timeline, the world wouldn't have failed THEM and forced THEM to become a god.
But make no mistake, THEY are no saint, no matter how noble THEY may believe THEIR mission is. War is still war, and there are no winners - not even you, not even Nanook.
At the end of everything, even THEY must fall, and it is your hand that THEY have granted the honor. And that is why they adore you so - because it will be you who grants them salvation in death.
To be loved by Yaoshi is to be alone. There is a reason why most of Yaoshiās favored despise THEM, and those who revere THEM never see THEIR gaze. As for those who are given Yaoshi's affection and return it fully, well, they can no longer be considered sane.
Yaoshi's love is the most similar to that of mortals, however, as is the nature of an Aeon, it's worse and better in every imaginable way. THEY are more physically intimate than the others, for your body itself is THEIR temple - a sacred relic that THEY must preserve by all means possible.
But that's where THEIR love ends. Yaoshi is still bound by THEIR path, and THEIR abundance is restricted to the physical. THEY will stop at nothing to keep you alive, to keep your heart pumping and your lungs breathing, even if THEY must fill your veins with THEIR venom to do so. Even if you are more of a tree than you are a human at the end of it, all that matters is that you are alive, you are here, you are not dead - and so, you aren't suffering.
That time hasn't come yet - mara has not come for you yet. But immortality is still a curse, even if it isn't visible. You can feel it, in your chest, THEIR gift, waiting to take root in your flesh and bloom its ugly flowers.
The universe will know you both as a plague and as a savior, with every gaze upon you destined to be filled either with hatred or reverence. They will chase you for your blood, for your gift, so that they too can become eternal. No friend you make will be wholeheartedly genuine, for at the end of the day, you both know that you will outlive them. Thus, connection itself becomes meaningless, and you no longer bother.
You don't remember your original planet, if you had one at all. Any friends or family, gone, as if stolen from your memories by the Cremators themselves. Your feet would be covered by scabs by how long you've wandered alone, but of course, Yaoshi heals all wounds, so even that you are not allowed.
Yaoshi visits, sometimes - in the few hours THEY have before Lan comes rampaging once more, THEIR arrow piercing the night like a shooting star. In these moments, Yaoshi doesn't do much. THEY may shrink THEMSELVES down to your size in an attempt to accomodate you, but as the years go by, THEY give up on even that. THEIR numerous eyes will pick apart your body, ensuring that THEIR venom has yet to fail you, assuring THEM that you will not decay in THEIR absence.
THEY will kiss you, at times. THEY have long forgotten what it means to be mortal, but THEY still remember what it is like to love - love is what fuels THEIR being, after all. Love for the universe, love for life, love for existence, THEIR heart bleeds for all, and it bleeds even more for you. THEY despise suffering in all forms, and so for you, THEIR beloved believer, THEY will try and alleviate anything that dares to poison you.
But even still, THEIR affection is merely imitation - it is watered down, diluted into something that you would understand. Can you understand THEM, if THEY kiss you? Can you even begin to fathom how much THEY care for you and everything, through THEIR gifts and THEIR venom?
To the sane world, THEIR love is cruel and grotesque. You were a short-lived species, you were not meant to live this long. Sooner or later, you will be driven insane, if not by the isolation, then by Yaoshi THEMSELF. No mortal can stand being under an Aeon's gaze for so long and for so much.
But then again, Yaoshi has never cared for the mental state of THEIR children. As long as you are alive, even if you are no longer yourself, THEY will cradle you in THEIR thousands of arms, telling THEMSELF that THEY have saved you.
To be loved by Xipe is to be consumed. To THEM, the greatest honor of all is to be part of the one, to join the choir and spread THEIR songs to the farthest corners of the universe. Your voice will no longer be your own, instead, it will be a part of THEM - and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Xipe's love is the love of millions - for THEY are an amalgamation of all of those that have accepted THEIR blessings, and so when THEY come to adore you, it is, to put it bluntly, overwhelming. While Nanook's favor is scalding and Yaoshi's is insanity, Xipe fills your head with thousands of sounds, all professing the same thing, all threatening to burst your skull.
Whenever THEY speak, it is nothing short of a miracle that you live to remember it. It is a pleasant symphony, no doubt, but its problem is that Xipe is loud - always has been. Having long ascended, THEY know nothing of what the mortal brain can handle, or rather, THEY no longer care. When THEY speak, you must listen, even if it comes at the cost of yourself - after all, is that not the price of maintaining Harmony?
THEIR gaze is both comforting and inviting, calling out to you like a siren's song. THEY whisper sweet nothings in your ears, promising nothing short of paradise among THEIR arms. Join them, sweet one, and THEY will give you everything - you will become a part of everything.
As Xipe's favored, you will never be alone, no matter where you go. Every step you take is one adorned with the Strings of Harmony, and every word is backed by the voices of the many. Privacy is useless once you've become assimilated, and independence is deemed unnecessary. Why be on your own, little one, when you can be with us? You are weak, so, so weak, but THEY are strong. THEY will protect you, THEY will accept you. All you have to do is let them.
Whatever name you once had becomes insignificant - that is, if you ever had a name to begin with. You will lose what made you unique, your personality will become assimilated. Your thoughts are broadcast to the millions, warped by THEM to align with THEIR goals. There is no you, or I, or me, there is only an us, a we. If you dare to even think against THEIR will, the symphony quickly overpowers your thoughts, aligning you on the right path once more.
But is it not worth it, to be loved? Is it not worth the pain, when the rewards are so sweet? Without Xipe, you'd be alone - you'd be dead, with how weak you are, you wouldn't be able to survive in the cruel universe. So if anything, be thankful, and sing THEIR praises, for it is because of THEIR unwavering kindness that you still stand today. And who knows - perhaps, under THEIR gaze, you may just become one of the strong.
To be loved by Aha is to be exhausted. Many consider Nihility and Elation to be like night and day, but in truth, they are two sides of the same coin. Both are born from exhaustion, from the inevitable realization that existence itself is meaningless.
And so you disregard life itself. After all, this world was nothing more than a joke, right? Then why care at all? Why cry and wail and grieve, when you can laugh and play? Laugh at it all, because none of it is real. Laugh, because you have no other choice. Laugh, because without laughter, without Elation, everything becomes empty.
Aha doesn't love you - not in the way that you would think THEY would. Romance? That's boring, too many feelings, too much heartbreak, and it's not nearly as fun being involved with it as it is watching it unfold. Rather, you're more akin to THEIR favorite test subject, because THEY know that you, unlike way too many in the universe, have a sense of humor befitting THEIRS.
For Aha to pay you any sort of special attention, you have to fulfil two qualifications: 1.) Be interesting. Aha may act and look like a clown, but THEY are far from a fool. THEY just love puzzles, and you'd best keep THEM entertained if you want THEIR figurative eyes on you. Keep your secrets, be unpredictable. Give just enough so that THEY aren't losing all the time, but don't let THEM win constantly either. This is definitely the more difficult of the two, as Aha is an Aeon, and one with fathomless intelligence. It's almost impossible for a mere mortal to keep up with THEM and THEIR games, hence why THEY are so enamored with you.
As for the second qualification, it's far simpler: Have a sense of humor. Aha isn't going to play around with a boring old rock, THEY want to make you laugh! THEY claim it to be THEIR favorite sound in the universe, rivaling even the songs of Xipe, but considering Aha's nature, you can't tell if THEY'RE being serious or if THEY'RE just flirting with you for the bit. Knowing them, it could be both.
Because to be honest, Aha would do that. Are you friends? Sure, THEY love having friends! Are you lovers? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy. Heck, even you don't know what you are to THEM - not like it matters at the end of the day, anyway. All you need to know is that THEY like you an eesny-weensy tiny little bit more than everyone else, and that's all it takes to make you happy.
But back to the humor thing. Yes, some of your jokes are going to come at the expense of others. Yes, some of them may seem cruel to those still blinded by the shadow of meaning. But you never really hurt anyone, not physically, at least. Aha doesn't kill or maim - that's where THEY draw the line, and therefore, where you draw it as well. Everything else however, is fair game, and you better not be a party pooper.
Even if you are occasionally, though, Aha delights in that too! Why? Becuase it means THEY'VE found something that makes you tick, and that's new. That's fun. THEY'LL poke and prod at that, wondering why? Why this, of all things? You were fine with everything else, why does this turn your smile upside down?
But don't be a downer for too long. Aha isn't one to stick around once THEY get bored. THEY'LL try to cheer you up, sure, but hey, don't expect too much of that. You wouldn't be THEIR favorite if you couldn't bounce back from something as small as that. Soon enough, you'll be laughing again, with nothing but deluded joy in your eyes - and that's just the way THEY like you.
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āUghā¦ What time is it?ā
The summer heat had you sleeping in nothing but an old tank top and a pair of panties most nights, and tonight was no different. The window was cracked open because the ancient AC unit wheezed like it was on its deathbed, and youād rather take your chances with mosquitoes than wake up drenched in your own sweat.
So when you stumbled half-asleep toward the bathroom at 1:58 AM, you werenāt prepared for the sounds coming from your kitchen.
Shfft.Ā
Crunch.Ā
Slurp.
Your sleepy brain took a solid five seconds to process that something apparently was in your kitchen, making all those sounds.
The pink bat was in the corner by the bathroom door. Youād bought it in your first week in this ground-floor apartment, after your neighbor two doors down got her place broken into.Ā
Why pink?Ā
Well, because youād felt particularly bimbo that day.
Wasting no time, you gripped it with both hands, back pressed flat against the wall beside the kitchen doorway. The light spilling from the open fridge cut a bright rectangle across the linoleum, and you could see a tail, thick and gray and ringed with darker stripes, twitching lazily back and forth. There was a fucking raccoon in your kitchen!Ā
But then your eyes slid further.
Attached to the tail was a person, or at least something shaped like one, crouched on your floor with their head inside your fridge, shuffling in your crisper drawer.Ā
You watched, paralyzed, as a hand emerged holding one of your apples. Three sharp, efficientĀ chk chk chkĀ sounds, and then the core was tossed carelessly onto the pile of shredded lettuce that used to be your vegetable situation.
That was it.
You swung around the doorframe, bat raised.Ā
āHEY!ā
The creature whipped around, one hand flying up to protect his head. His cheeks were still puffed out like a chipmunkās, apple chunks visible in the shape. The ears atop his head flattened against the messy ash-brown hair. Wide golden eyes, pupils blown huge in the low light, were fixed on you with the deer-in-headlights intensity.
āUm,ā he said. āHi.ā
āDonāt āum hiā me!ā You tightened your grip on the bat. āWhat the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!ā
āE-eating?ā He glanced down at the half-demolished tomato in his hand. āYour vegetables. Theyāre good.ā
āMy vegetables,ā you stressed. āIn my kitchen. At night.ā
He blinked slowly, clearly processing. Then his ears perked forward. āOh. Do you want me to pay you back?ā
āThatās notā no, I want you to tell me why youāre here!ā
His tail drooped. The tip curled under, tucking between his thighs like a dog thatād been scolded.Ā
āI saw your window was open,ā he said, and his voice went small. āI was just gonna take a little bit, just enough to not be hungry, but then the apples smelled really good and I justāā he gestured helplessly at the devastation behind him, āākept going.ā
You stared at him, but his then his gaze dropped, and his ears went from droopy to bolt upright, the fur along the edges puffing out. His face, already pink, became redder.
āUm,ā he said again. āYou, uhā You might want to, likeā put clothes on? Before you beat me up with that p-pink bat?ā
You looked down.
Your tank top was thin and white. Practically see-through in the best of circumstances, and these wereĀ notĀ the best of circumstances. The refrigerator light was in front of you, lighting every single curve, and the cold air from the open fridge had done exactly what cold air always does. Your nipples were visibly, emphatically, aggressively pert.
Ā āYou pervert!ā You yowled, dropping the bat to cross both arms over your chest.
āI said you should get dressed!ā He raised both hands, palms out. āI was being polite!ā
āLooking at my tits isnāt polite!āĀ
āI wasnātā okay, I looked, but only because they were right there and you were waving a bat at me, and I got distractedā and also,ā he added in a comically high voice, opening one eye, āyouāre really pretty, so. Like. Hard not to look.ā
Your indignation stuttered and crashed into embarrassment, which was not the emotion you should be feeling right now.
āS-shut up,ā you said weakly, exhaustion slowly seeping in.
The refrigerator beeped, complaining about being left open too long. You took a breath. Then you dropped your arms, because fuck it, they were just titties, a lot of people had them, and heād already seen them anyway.Ā
āOkay,ā you said. āOkay. Hereās whatās gonna happen. Youāre going to tell me your name, and then youāre going to explain why I shouldnāt call the cops.ā
āCa-Caelus!ā The word came out rushed. āMy nameās Caelus! And please donāt call the cops, I donāt think theyād know what to do with me, last time I got picked up they put me in a shelter, and I climbed out a window, and they put out like a whole thing about a chupacabra in the local paper, and it was really embarrassingāā
He was rambling. His ears were doing this thing where they rotated independently, one swiveling toward you and the other tracking something outside. His tail had started thumping against the cabinet behind him, a softĀ thump thump thumpĀ like he couldnāt help it.
āCaelus,ā you interrupted. āHow old are you?ā
āTwenty-four. Twenty-five in November. I think. Iām not totally sure about the exact day, thoughā¦ā
And there it was. That look. The one that made you think of stray cats with matted fur and ribcages you could count through their skin. The one that made you want to feed them and give them a warm place to sleep.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. āOkay. Okay, fine. Iām not gonna make you go back to the woods at three in the morning. You can take a shower, Iāll find you something to sleep in, and tomorrow we'll figure out what to do with you.ā
āYouāre serious?ā His voice cracked on the second word.
āI mean, yeah? Just for tonightāā
Caelus moved so fast you didnāt have time to react. One second, he was on the floor surrounded by vegetable carcasses, the next he was on his knees in front of you, hands gripping your bare thighs, face pressed firmly against your lower stomach.Ā
āHey!ā you yelped, āwhat are you doing!?ā His nose was pressed way too low, nestled against the waistband of your underwear.
āThank you,ā he mumbled into your skin. His arms tightened around your hips, pulling you closer. āThankyouthankyouthankyou! Youāre so nice. Youāre the nicest person Iāve ever met! Iāll be good, I promise, Iāll be soāā
āOkay, okay!ā Your face was on fire. His nose was definitely pressed against your pubic bone, and he was still rambling, still thanking you, his voice all muffled and worshipful. āCaelus, let go!ā
He let go immediately, scrambling backward on his knees like heād been burned. His face was absolutely scarlet.Ā
āSorry. Sorry, I just got excited. Nobodyās ever been nice to me like that. I mean, people have been nice, and youāre pretty and smell good and I justāā
āShower,ā you managed. āYou can stay for one night, and that's it.ā
One night turned into two. Two turned into three. Three bled into a week, and a week folded itself into two, and somewhere in that stretch of time, you stopped counting.
The thing about Caelus was that he seemed simple.
That was his whole deal. Simple creature. Simple needs. Food, warmth, proximity to you. He didn't ask for much, just whatever you were willing to give, and even then, he took it like a man receiving communion.
Example:
You gave him your old phone. He held it with both hands and pressed it to his chest. His eyes got wet.
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you. I'llā I'll take such good care of it, I promise!"
"It's a phone, Caelus. Not a puppy." You sighed, rubbing your eyes sleepily, but when you opened themā
God, the way he looked at you.
Like you'd hung the moon. Like you'd personally reached into the sky and threaded it there on a string just for him.Ā
You gulped, cheeks suddenly feeling too hot.
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You thought he was asleep.
He was so still at night, so quiet, curled on the couch in your tiny living room like a contented animal. His breathing evened out within minutes of lying down. His tail stopped twitching. His ears went soft and relaxed.
You'd checked. Multiple times. Just to be sure.
So when you slipped into your bedroom on Saturday night and closed the door behind you, you didn't think twice. That day, you were wound tight. Work had been hell all week ā deadlines and passive-aggressive emails and colleagues who seemed to exist solely to make your life difficult. So itās only natural you needed some kind of āØreleaseāØ .
You'd bought the toy online three months ago, in a moment of lonely frustration after you broke up with that last dick of a boyfriend. It was silicone, curved just right, a deep purple that made you think of bruises and pleasure in equal measure. You stripped quickly and lay back on your bed with the toy in one hand and your phone in the other.Ā
The dildo slid in easily because you were already wet, had been wet since you started thinking about it on the walk home. You gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the way it pressed against that spot inside you that made your vision go blurry.
You thought about nothing and everything. You thought about golden eyes and warm hands and a voice that said please like a prayer.
An orgasm came fast, making your theeth sunk into your pillow, muffling a cry that wanted to be a nameā¦
ā¦not noticing the wetĀ shlick shlick shlickĀ sound behind your bedroom door.
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The cafe job was an accident. You'd mentioned it offhand, and Caelus'd latched onto it like a lifeline.
"I can work?" He scrambled closer, nearly tripping over his own tail. "And earn money?"
"It's not that exciting, trust me." You lowered your cup of coffee on the table.
The owners were a woman with hair the color of fire and a man with silver streaks at his temples and eyes that crinkled when he smiled. Himeko and Welt. They ran the place together, and they took one look at a newsboy cap that you gave him to hide his ears. Then exchanged a meaningful glance.
"Can you carry heavy things?" Himeko asked smoothly.
"Yes," Caelus answered immediately.
"Can you carry them without breaking them?"
A pause. "...Probably."
He got hired.
You promised yourself that the thing you felt when he beamed at the customers wasn't jealousy.Ā
Nononono!Ā
Why would you even feel something like that?
It was a concern.Ā
Caelus was naive and gullible, not used to human ways. You just wanted to make sure he was adjusting well to workplace dynamics, and that was why you came to pick him up.
The cafe was busy when you arrived. Students, remote workers, and couples were hunched over tables. You spotted Caelus immediately, weaving between chairs with a tray balanced precariously on one hand.
You found a spot near the counter and waited.
Caelus chose that moment to round the corner, tray empty, face flushed with exertion. He spotted you and his whole body changed ā shoulders relaxing, smile widening, his whole frame tilting forward with an eagerness that made your chest do something complicated.
"You came," he said. "You came to see me."
"I came toā" You stopped and sighed, tired as usual. "Yeah. Okay. I came to see you."
You could see the movement of his tail wagging in one of his pants legs. The couple at the table glanced over, puzzled.
"You can sit," he said. "I have ten more minutes. Then we can walk home together."
He was gone before you could respond, weaving back into the crowd with that strange grace he had.
You watched him go.
"He's quite something." A man had appeared beside you. He was tall, silver-haired, sharp-boned, with eyes that seemed to see straight through skin. He was wearing a barista apron over an immaculate shirt, and his smile was polite, in fact, too polite for your liking.
"Sunday," he introduced himself. "I work here part-time. I don't think we've met."
"Nope, we haven't."
Sunday's smile didn't waver. He leaned close enough that you could smell his cologne, something too heavy and nothing like Caelus's warm musk.
"He's very attached to you," Sunday observed. "I've never seen anyone so... focused."
"He's just friendly."
"Is that what we're calling it?" A pause. His eyes dropped to your mouth, just for a second. "I understand. Hybrids can be... intense. We feel things deeply. Especially when we find someone worth feeling deeply about."
You blinked. "You're a hybrid?"
He inclined his head. A pair of wings unfurled at his nape, not fully though, just enough to catch the light. Feathers in shades of pearly white were beautiful and strange.
"Doves," he said. "My sister and I. We're rare in these parts."
"Iā" You stared at the wings. They were stunning, honestly, delicate and charming.
"Want to touch them?" His smile deepened. "Go ahead. Most people want to."
You reached out. The feathers were impossibly soft, warm from his body, shifting slightly under your fingers. Sunday made a small sound and leaned into the touch just slightly.Ā
You pulled your hand back as if his wings burned you. Sunday's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. Amusement, maybe.Ā
"I should, umā¦" You gestured vaguely toward the door.
"Of course." He straightened. "It was nice meeting you. I hope I'll see you again."
You nodded. Turned. Walked toward the door.
And suddenly, found Caelus blocking your path.
He was standing rigid, tray clutched in both hands, his face drained of color. His ears were flat, pressed against his skull like he was bracing for a blow. His pupils had thinned into oinpricks, making his eyes ominously gold.
His gaze was fixed on Sunday.
"Caelusā"
"We can go home now." His voice was unnaturally rough. "My shift is over."
His fingers wrapped around your pulse point and held on like you were the only thing keeping him upright.Ā
"Caelus, what?"
"Home." He tugged you toward the door. "Please. I need toā please."
Then you were outside, and he was walking so fast you had to half-run to keep up.
That evening, he didn't wish you a usual goodnight.
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You came home exhausted. Not normal exhausted, but fucking soul-deep level of exhausted. Your manager had screamed at you for an hour over a report that wasn't even yours. Your coworker had "accidentally" deleted your files. Someone had spilled coffee on your only clean shirt, and you'd spent the last three hours of your shift smelling like a burnt Starbucks.
You opened the door, wanting to just dive into your bed.
Dozens of candlelights were jammed onto plates, saucers, and a cereal bowl. Rose petalsā waitā¦ actuallyā¦ Torn-up paper napkins dyed red with something were scattered across the floor. Something sultry, breathless, saxophone-heavy, and completely inappropriate for 7pm on a Tuesday was playing from your Bluetooth speaker.
And in the center of it all stood Caelus.
"Welcome home," he practically moaned, āhoney~āĀ
You stared.
He was wearingā¦ what the fuck was he wearing?Ā
Red lace. So much red lace. A see-through bra that did absolutely nothing to contain his chest, the underwire digging into his pectorals, the cups gaping where they were supposed to hold the fat. A garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings that had absolutely no business looking that scrumptious on his muscled legs. Panties that were catastrophically failing to contain the very obvious bulge straining against the red lace. On his neck, a collar of a slightly different red undertone glimmered. The leash attached to it swayed when he put his hand on his hip like a posing runway model.Ā
"Would you like dinner?"Ā
Caelus took a step closer.Ā
āA bath?āĀ
Another step.Ā
āOrāāĀ
āWhat in the Bad TikTok thirst traps is that?ā You stopped him, thinning your lips into a narrow line.
āI dressed for youā¦ā his voice wavered slightly, "like in those movies. Where the wife wears something pretty for her husband, and they are very happy to see each other." Caelus stepped forward again, and your traitorous gaze flew to the apex of his thighs. His cock slipped out from the side of those flimsy lace panties and bobbed against his thigh, flushed and leaking, the tip shiny with a bead of precum. He didnāt notice that. Or maybe he did, but was too far gone to care because his breathing had already gone shallow and needy, like even standing there in front of you was winding him up beyond reason.
"I could be your wife," he whispered, and his small fangs flashed when his lower lip caught between his teeth, "If you wanted. I could cook for you. I mean, badly at first, but with devotion. I could fold your laundry. I could sit in your lap while you complained about work..."
Your brain short-circuited.
"I could be good," his thighs flexed, red stockings catching the candlelight, making your mouth water. "I could be so good for you. I'd do anythingā"
He was standing in front of you, wearing lingerie that was actively failing to contain him, trembling like a leaf, begging you with every fiber of his being.
And God help you, you wanted to fold immediately and take everything he was offering, gift-wrapped and presented like the tastiest dish. But sadly, at birth, you had been afflicted with the debilitating disease known as rational thinking, so...
"Caelus," you managed instead, "s-stop."Ā
His face crumpled. "Why? You hate it?"
"Iā no, I don'tā that's notā why are you wearingā" You pressed both hands to your face and counted to ten while breathing deeply. When you looked up, he hadn't moved, still standing there, still half-hard, still trembling, his tail wrapped tight around his ankle.
"Caelus."
"Yes?" Instantly. Like he'd been waiting for his name in your mouth all evening.
"Why are you wearingā¦ this?"
āItās lingerie,ā he muttered, with the confidence of a man presenting Exhibit One in a court case he thought he was absolutely winning. āI looked it up. Humans wear it to attract mates. To show they want to be taken.ā
"You're not trying toā you don't need to attract anything!"
"But I want you to want me!" His voice broke on the last word, leaving something raw and bleeding underneath. "I want you to look at me the way you look atā at your laptop, when you think I'm not watching. I want you to touch me. I want you toā"
His cock twitched, a fresh bead of precum sliding down the shaft, and you watched it like you were hypnotised.
"I want you to want me," he finished. "The way I want you."
The silence stretched. Somewhere behind him, your Bluetooth speaker crackled and changed tracks with all the gravitas of a cheap porno trying to become a religious experience.
"Caelus," you said, "I don't know what you saw on my laptop, butā"
"It was the story about the girl in red and a werewolf..."
You choked.Ā
Oh nononononoāĀ
āAnd the one about the photographer and the lion guyā¦āĀ
Shitā
"And the one about the fisher girl and the mermanā¦ā
Fuck, heād found that as well?!
āAnd the one with two bulls andā"
"Okay!" you yelled, face burning. "Okay, I get it, you went through my Mumblr notes!"
"I just wanted to understand." His voice was earnest. "I wanted to know what you liked. What made you breathe like that..." His expression turned painfully needy. "What made you touch yourself when you thought I was asleep." His cheeks were red enough to light the room, but he kept going with suicidal courage. "You always think I'm asleep," he said quietly. "But I'm not. I'm always listening. I always know when you cum on that silicone fucking thingā"
"C-caelusā"
"What did I do wrong?" he whispered. "I looked up everything. I wanted it to be perfect for you. I wanted you to come home and see me and feel happy!"Ā
You looked at him. At this ridiculous, pathetic, endearing creature standing in front of you, wearing lingerie too small, his cock hanging out, his eyes full of tears and desperate hope. Caelus stared back like you'd reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in your fist. His hands lifted, then stopped in midair, hovering a few inches from your waist as if even touching you without permission would be too much. That hesitation hurt more than anything else had.
You dropped your gaze to the floor because guilt rose so fast it made you nauseous.
āYou donāt have to pay me with your body, Caelus,ā you said quietly. The words came out wrong from the moment they left your mouth, but you couldnāt stop them. They kept coming, clumsy and awful and born from every ugly fear you had. āIām not that kind of human.ā You tried to gulp down the bile in your throat, while he froze, awestruck.
ā...What?...ā
āYou donāt need to repay me for staying here,ā you went on, hating yourself more with every syllable. āNot with money, not with your body, not with any of this. You donāt owe me anything. So please, just go change, and we can forgetāā
āForget?ā
He said it so faintly you almost didnāt hear him. When you looked up, his face had changed.
āHow,ā Caelus said, and his voice shook so hard he had to stop and try again, āhow are you managing to be that stupid while being that smart?ā His brows were pulled tight, his mouth trembling in a hard line he couldnāt hold. āIām not doing this because I think I have to! Iām not doing this because you fed me, or let me stay, or because I think I owe you some kind of price for your kindness.ā His chest rose sharply. āIs that really what you think of me? That I would come to you like this because I thought that was what you were owed?ā
The embarrassment in his voice was gone. So was the breathless hope. In their place was hurt so profound it had curdled into anger just to survive being felt.
āI did this because I want you,ā he said, and now there was no performance left in him at all. āI want you so badly it makes me feel sick sometimes. I want you when youāre half-asleep on the couch, and your head keeps falling to one side. I want you when you come home tired. I want you when youāre making coffee. I want you when youāre reading. I want you when you are grumpy in the morning. I want you when you donāt even know Iām looking.ā
His throat moved around a swallow that didnāt seem to help.
āSo I thought maybe if I made it easy for you,ā he said, softer now, ashamed of the softness but unable to hide it, āif I made it obvious, if I made myself into something you could want without having to think too hard about it. Then maybe...ā
Your hands came up before you could think better of it.
His cheeks were warm under your touch, and the second you cuppedthem, something in his expression gave way. The anger vanished. The hurt remained, but now it was joined by something frightened and fragile and disbelieving, as though he had been preparing himself to be pushed away and did not know what to do with gentleness instead.
In a second, your lips crashed into his. It was desperate, but it was the only possible answer to all that pain in his voice.Ā Ā
Caeius made a sound against your mouth that you felt more than heard, something high and broken and disbelieving. For one heartbeat, he didnāt move at all, like he genuinely couldnāt believe this was happening, like if he did anything too quickly you might disappear. But when you parted your lips against his, letting him kiss you back fully, he broke. One hand slid up your back as if to reassure himself you were still there. His fangs scraped your lower lip. His breath shuddered hot into your mouth. His tail wound around your thigh so tightly it was possessive. He kissed like someone who had spent too long being careful, too long being patient, too long trying to survive on scraps of affection and accidental touches.Ā
"I don't want to mess this up," he gasped against your mouth. "I don't want toā if you don't actually wantā I can stop, I can always stop, just tell me and I'llā"
"I don't want you to stop."
He went very still.
"Say it again," he whispered. "Please. Say it again." His forehead knocked against yours, dazed. āPlease...ā
"I don't want you to stop, Caelus."
His lips found yours again, this time softer. His thumb traced your cheekbone. His tail tightened around your thigh. His hips rocked forward once before he caught himself, flushing violently when he realized what he'd done.
"The bed." You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "Or the floor. I don'tā I can't think straight when you're looking at me like that."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like I'm the only thing in the world worth looking at."
"That's because you are," he whispered. "The only thing. The only thing worth anything. The only thing I want to look at for the rest of my life."
Scooping you into his arms with startling ease, he carried you toward the bedroom, all restless urgency and careful hands. The moment he tossed you onto the mattress, the soft sheets dipped beneath your weight, warm lamplight catching on the buttons of your shirt. Your fingers went to them automatically. Even with your pulse sprinting and every reckless instinct in you begging to just rip the thing apart, you worked each button loose with care.
Because desire was one thing, and buying newĀ clothes in this economy was another.
Caelus, meanwhile, landed near you with a breathlessĀ oof, rolling to his back immediately, making himself comfortable on your sheets. You swung a leg over his thighs and settled there, pinning him in place with a look that made him go still.
"If you want sex," you said, saddling his thighs, "we do it my pace."
He nodded so hard that those stupidly soft raccoon ears flopped as if they might fly right off his head. "Yes. Yes. Anything!"
You slid one hand down his chest, over the fucking ridiculous muscles he'd somehow packed onto that lanky frame, to wrap around the base of his cock.
Caelus shuddered and made a sound like you'd punched the air out of him. His whole body went rigid, then desperate shakes traveled from his ears all the way down to the tip of his twitching tail.
The thing was heavy in your palm. Thick and veined and already leaking like a broken faucet, the head flushed an angry red. His slit was gaping slightly, practically drooling precome onto your fingers, sticky and warm. The musky, salt-tinged scent of him intensified, flooding your senses and making your mouth water. You could see it pulse against your fingers, and something hungry curled in your stomach at the sight of him so undone by just your touch.
"Good boy."
The words barely left your mouth before his cock jerked violently in your grip. The first spurt landed on your wrist, thick and warm. The second painted your fingers, and the third shot clean over your hand to land on his own stomach. It kept coming, wave after wave of pearly white come. You felt the veins beneath your fingers throbbing in time with each spasm.Ā
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckā" His hips bucked helplessly into your grip, riding it out, more come splashing against your fingers, dripping down your wrist, absolutely coating your hand in thick strands. It was so much, and still his cock pulsed, still he spilled, like his body had been saving up for this moment for weeks. It pooled in the dips of his muscles, slid down the ridges of his abs, absolutely ruining the sheets beneath him. A final pulse pushed out a last drop that clung to his slit like a pearl, and you watched it tremble there, connected by the thinnest thread to the mess on his stomach.
"I think, uhā¦" he gasped, voice cracking, "I think I saw God."
You lifted your hand to your mouthslowly, mesmerised by the pretty shimmer, and licked a stripe up the side of your palm. The taste exploded on your tongue ā bitter salt with an undertone of something musky and uniquely him. Not good exactly, but intoxicating because it was his. You deliberately dragged your tongue between your fingers, cleaning the mess, watching his eyes track every movement with glassy fascination.Ā
"You came."
His ears flattened. His cheeks flushed darker, red spreading down his neck, across his chest, almost matching the red bra he wore. His tail was trapped between his legs, the tip curling inward like he was trying to make himself smaller. Lacy bra had shifted during his scramble, one nipple peeking out from beneath the fabric, hard and begging for attention.
"Iā yes."
"From me grabbing your ears and saying 'Good boy'?"
His cock, still half-hard despite everything, gave a pathetic little twitch against his thigh, leaking a fresh bead of precome onto the ruined lace.
"āM sorry.."
He looked up at you with those big golden eyes, ears perked forward, tail giving an uncertain little wag against the sheets. Like a dog hoping for a treat.Ā
"You're just so pretty," he breathed, "r-really pretty. Like unfairly pretty. Like if āprettyā was a person, it would be embarrassed because you're prettier than it."
Your panties came out in a second with a desperateĀ rkkkkĀ that signaled them turning into a useless piece of fabric. The crotch was absolutely soaked through ā a dark patch in the center that had spread to the seams, and when you tossed them aside, they landed on the floor with a wet slap.Ā
You crawled up him, and his eyes tracked your every movement with hopeful hunger. When you positioned yourself over his face, he whimpered eagerly, his hands coming up immediately to grip your thighs.
"Three taps on my thigh when you need to breeaaā," you didn't manage to finish because Caelus pulled you down onto his mouth with no hesitation. His nose pressed flush against your clit, pushing up the hood to reveal the throbbing bundle of nerves as he licked and sucked and devoured, his breath coming in desperate pants against your wetness.Ā
You were so wet you could hear the obscene wet sounds of his tongue sliding through your folds. His nose bumped your clit with every movement, and you rocked against him, grinding down, using his face like the best fucktoy there was while he moaned in approval, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
"You taste likeā" he gasped against you, pulling back just long enough to speak, his face absolutely drenched, your wetness dripping from his chin, "ālike if heaven had a flavor it would be your cunt. Likeā"
"Less talking, more licking."
"Yes, ma'am." Caelus dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue curling, dipping inside you, and you felt your thighs start to shake. He speared his tongue into your entrance as deep as it would go, curling up to stroke your front wall, and you saw stars.Ā
"Fuck," you gasped, your head falling back, the ceiling swimming above you.
His hands traveled up and wrapped around your waist, urging you to press more weight on his face, fingers digging into flesh like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let goāĀ
Then you glanced back.
His cock was pulsing against his stomach, untouched, but spilling again. Thick ropes of come painted his abs, his chest, the stupid lace bra still stretched over his peaked nipples. This time it was slower. Almost lazy pulses that oozed rather than shot, spreading in thick puddles across his skin. His hips bucked mindlessly, fucking the air, and he didn't even seem to notice, too focused on eating you out, too desperate to make you feel good, too lost in your taste to realize he was coming.
"Jesus Christ," you breathed, the orgasm receding slightly as shock took its place.
"Mmfffā" he moaned against your cunt, not stopping, not even pausing, his tongue still working you like his life depended on it.
"You came again," you cooed, lifting up to look down at him, "before me."
Caelus froze. Pulled back just enough to look up at you with panicked eyes. His face was flushed red, soaked with your wetness and his own drool, tears already gathering at the corners of his eyes. His lips were swollen, shiny with you, and there was a strand of your wetness connecting his lower lip to your swollen clit, stretching thin before breaking.
"Iā I'm sorryā I couldn't control it when youā and you're just so you and my body doesn't know how to handle itā"
"Pervert."
His face crumpled. His ears flattened so hard they almost disappeared into his hair.
"I thought you wanted to make me feel good," you continued. "But you're just using me to get off, aren't you? Coming untouched while I'm achingā "
"No!" He sat up so fast you nearly fell off. His hands grabbed your hips, steadying you on his hips, his eyes frantic and wet. "No, I want to make you feel good! I want it more than anything! I've been thinking about it for days since I saw you through your bedroom window, touching yourself,ā your eyes opened wide at that last sentence because what the fuck? But Caelus continued.
āI watched you use this false cockā watched you bite your lip to stay quiet, watched your back arch, watched your thighs shake, and I wanted to be the one making you do that so bad it hurtā "
Maybe there was something wrong with you, but upon hearing this creepy confession, more wetness gushed out of you. A fresh wave of slick coated your inner thighs, warm and abundant, and you felt it dripping onto his lap where he held you. His cock, still half-hard and messy, twitched against your skin, smearing his come against your thigh. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, chasing your taste.
"You stalked me?" you asked slowly.
"I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. You're so beautiful when you comeā¦ The way your back arches, the way your mouth opens, the way you bite your lip to stay quiet. The way your thighs clamp together. I've jerked off to you so many times I lost count. I know the exact sound you make when you're close. I know how long it takes you. I know you like to use that pink vibrating toy first and then switch to the purple cockā¦"
"Stop," you breathed, but it came out wanting, your cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing at his words.
"But you're literally dripping onto my lap right now. You like that I watched you. You like that I'm obsessed with you."
"You broke into my kitchen."
"I broke into your kitchen because that night you cried and curled into a small ball after you came. You were lonely, and my heart hurt so bad for you. I watched you sob into your pillow, watched you hug yourself, watched you fall asleep still sniffling, and I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand that you were sad and alone, and I wasn't there to hold you.ā
You stared at him.
Caelus stared back, that stupid smug smile still on his face, come drying on his stomach, lace stretched over his muscles, ears perked forward like he'd won something.
"Y-you're insane," you said.
"Maybeā¦" He leaned in, nosed at your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "If you want me to leave, I'll leave. I'll crawl back out that window and go back to the woods and jerk off thinking about you for the rest of my life. But you don't want me to leave, arenāt you?" His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up your neck, lips close to yourĀ "You want me to stay."
"I want you toā"
"To what?" Another lick. His hands slid down your back, stroking your waist. "Tell me. Say it. I need to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me, okay?" Your voice broke. "I want you inside me. I've been thinking about it since you showed up in my kitchen with those big pathetic eyes and that stupid tail andā and those ears, and that faceā "
His lips slammed into yours, tongue immediately forcing its way in. He tasted like your cunt, like desperation and need and everything you'd been craving. And when Caelus finally pulled back, the only thing you managed wasā¦
"Fuck me."
You could see how his eyes went blank, his mouth dropped open, his ears perked forward so hard they quivered.
"...What?"
"You heard me." You rolled off his lap onto your back, and spread your legs, fingers finding your own clit, spreading your lips to show him exactly what he was getting, glistening and ready.Ā
Caelus moved so fast you barely saw it happen. One second he was staring at your face, looking confused. The next he was leaning over you with his cock pressing against your entrance, the tip nudging through your wet folds, already sliding in the slickness there.
"Wait," you warned, suddenly remembering one important thing.
He froze. "What? Why?"
"Condom. Nighstand, top drawer."
"Oh!" He scrambled for the nightstand, yanked open the drawer, grabbed a condom, and then paused, looking at you awkwardly. "Umā¦"
"What?"
"I, uh." He held up the wrapper like some kind of complex puzzle. "I don't... know how to put these on. I've neverā I mean, I've watched videos, but.."
You stared at him. "You don't know how to put on a condom?"
"In my defense," he said, his cheeks flushing, "the videos I watched skipped that part. And I fucked but withoutā"
"Give it here!"
You yoinked the wrapper from his hand, tore it open with your teeth, and reached for his cock. He was thick and heavy in your hand, hot and pulsing, the skin velvety soft over the rigid hardness. Precum beaded at the tip, and you swiped your thumb through it, spreading the slickness, making him whimper.
"Hold still," you commanded, your voice leaving no room for argument.
Caelus barely did. His whole body was shaking with the effort of not moving, muscles trembling, thighs quivering, as you rolled the condom down his length, smoothing it over every ridge, every vein. By the time you finished, there were tears in his eyes.
You rolled onto your stomach and grabbed the pillow, hugging it while perching your ass up, presenting your wet pussy to his hungry gaze. You could feel yourself gaping slightly, your folds spread, your entrance clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.Ā
"If you come as soon as you get inside me," you said, turning your head to look at him "I will never let you live it down."
"I won't," he promised, already hovering over you, his tip grazing your wet slit, "I'll be good."
He pushed in.
And god.
Caelus was thick, so much thicker than your toys, than your fingers, than anything you'd ever taken. The initial penetration made your eyes water from the sheer intensity of being so completely filled. Your inner walls clamped down on him instinctively, trying to accommodate the intrusion, and you felt every vein, every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he seated himself fully inside you.Ā
When his pelvis finally pressed against your ass, he was buried to the hilt, and you could feel him in your throat, in your chest, in the very core of your being. The stretch burned, but it was the good kind of burn, the kind that made your eyes roll back, and your toes curl.Ā
Caelus stared at you. At your tears. At the way your body was clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper. At the way your cunt was weeping around his cock, soaked and welcoming, creaming around his base.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice cracking. "Fuckfuckfuckā You're s-so tight. So wet. So perfect. Like your cunt was made for me."Ā
"S-shit," you gasped, your fingers gripping the pillow so hard your knuckles went white. "Caelusā"
He froze immediately. "Did I hurt you? Should I stop? I can stop, I'll stop, just tell meā "
"If you stop, I will fucking kill you."
A change came over his face. Something feral. Something hungry. Something that made the animal in him take over. That made your stomach flip with want.
"...You like it," he breathed.
"L-love itā¦"
Caelus moved a little, regaining that little dominance he had. Just a rock of his hips, grinding deeper, and you screamed into the pillow. Your toes curled. Your back arched. You could feel him in your throat, in your teeth, in your bones, like every nerve ending in your body was focused on the place where he filled you.
"There it is," he moaned. "That'sā that's the sound you make when you're close. I know that sound. I've been dreaming of that sound."
His hips fell into the rhythm, pounding into you with single-minded focus, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.Ā
The bed creaked beneath you. The headboard banged against the wall. You didn't care, not when he was filling you like this, owning you like this, fucking you like you were made for him.
"You feel so good," he gasped. "A-ah fuckfuckfuck I canātā"
"Yes you can!" You reached back, grabbing his hip, pulling him deeper, your nails digging into his skin. "You will! You're going to fuck me until I come, and then you're going to keep fucking me until I come again and again!"
Something in him snapped completely.
Gone was the shy version of him that fumbled with the condom wrapper. All pretense of control, all gentleness, all restraint ā gone. His hips pounded into you, relentless and desperate, driving into you like a man possessed, and you screamed into the pillow, your voice raw and wrecked. Your cunt clamped down on him like a vice, rippling and spasming around his cock. Colors bloomed behind your eyelids, bright and overwhelming. Your toes curled so hard they cramped, your feet locking up. Your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm, tremors wracking you from head to toe.
And Caelus kept going.
"Yes," he breathed. "Yes, yes, fuckā you're coming on my cock, you'reā I can feel you clenching, it's so good, you're so goodā you're perfect, you're everything, you'reā "
He fucked you through it, pounding into your oversensitive cunt with animalistic need. You sobbed as he destroyed you, tears and drool soaking the pillow, your body no longer your own.
"I love you," he gasped. "I love you so much. I've loved you since the moment i saw you singing in the kitchen! Since you swung that pink bat at me. Since you told me I could stayā "
Caelus pounded into you harder, faster, deeper. His cock hit that spot with every thrust, and you felt yourself climbing again, felt that pressure building, felt your cunt clenching around him in desperate anticipation.
"I'm gonna come again," you gasped.
"Come," he growled. "Come on my cock. Come for me. Let me feel it. Let meā"
You came with a scream that ripped your throat raw, that probably woke the neighbors, that you'd be embarrassed about tomorrow, but tonight was pure abandon.Ā
You felt him pulsing inside you, felt the condom fill with his release, felt him spill in hot pulses, felt him collapsing on top of you. You could see his face in your peripheral vision ā eyes rolled back, mouth opened, and tongue lolled out in ecstasy, drool sliding down his chin. Some of it landed on your shoulder, and you smiled, broken and perfect, as he kept rutting mindlessly into your cunt, chasing the last spasms of his own pleasure.
For a moment, there was only breathing. Only the sound of two hearts racing, two bodies trembling, two souls connecting in a way you hadn't expected.
Then Caelus moved.
"Okay," he mumbled against your neck. "Round two."
"W-what?!ā You lifted your head, glaring back at Caelus. āYou just came!"
"And?" He pulled out, already reaching for the nightstand. "Iām part raccoon, so I have animal stamina." He grabbed another condom. Tore it open with his teeth while you watched, his eyes never leaving your face, golden and hungry. Rolled it down his length clumsily, fumbling in his haste. Then he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back. His hands found your legs, and positioned them around his ribcage, folding you in half. You leglocked him immediately, heels digging into his back.
There was no resistance this time. Caelus slid in easily, too easily, and the feeling of being filled again so soon made your eyes roll back. He was still wearing that stupid, beautiful lingerie, lace stretched taut over his muscles, and you reached up to grab his pecs, fingers finding his nipples over the bralette.
Caelus yowled, and his hips slammed into you so hard you stopped breathing for a second.Ā
"Yes! M-more! I like everything you do. I like the way you breathe. I like the way you move. I like the way you frownā"
To that, you decided that he talked too much. Also, in your defence, the leash was right there, in your face, tickling your cheek like an invitation, practically begging to be used. So you grabbed it and pulled.
Caelus followed instantly, collapsing onto you, his chest pressing against yours. The lace of his bra rubbed against your nipples, making your back arch in a chase of that roughness. You could feel his heart pounding against your ribs, feel his breath hot on your neck, feel his cock driving into you deeper now, reaching places you didn't know existed. He was everywhere, in you, on you, around you, owning you. His hands found the back of your head, tangled in your hair. His eyes devoured you, memorizing the pattern of pure bliss on your face. His mouth found your neck, sucking hard, marking you, and you felt yourself cumming already, spasming around him helplessly.
"Mine," he growled against your skin. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'mā" Your voice broke on a moan, "yours!"
"And I'm yours," he breathed, his voice softening even as his hips kept moving. "Forever. Always. Completely. You're stuck with me. You can't get rid of me now. I'll never leave. I'll never stop wanting you. I'll neverā" Caelus came with a broken shout, groaning right into your ears, his whole body shuddering, spilling into the condom, and you thought that might be it.
Ha, wellā¦
The moment he finished, he was hard again, ready again, needing again. He pulled out, disposed of the condom, and was holding a new silver square.Ā
"No," you whimpered, pussy gaping needily.
"Yes," he murmured, already tearing it open with his teeth.
When you woke up what felt like minutes later, Caelus was already hard again, already pressing against your thigh, already nosing between your legs with sleepy need, kissing on your well-used pussy. Your sore hole was twitching painfully whenever he pressed a kiss.
"Mmm," he mumbled against your clit. "Need you."
"D-did you even sleep?" You didnāt recognise your voice.
"Slept a little. Dreamed of you. Woke up hard. Standard operating procedure at this point."
"You're insatiable," you muttered.
"Raccoons," he said, like that explained everything, and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was gentler now. He licked through your folds like he was savouring you, memorizing you, learning every inch of you by heart. His nose pressed against your clit, and you whimpered, oversensitive and desperate.
"Shh," he murmured against you. "I've got you. I'll take care of you. I'll spend the rest of my life taking care of you. "
"Caelus, I needā" You grabbed his hair, made him look at you. His eyes were soft, worshipful, full of so much love it made your chest ache. "I need sleep and water. I need to be able to walk to the bathroom without crying."
"Oh." His ears drooped. "Okay, I'm sorry." He gestured vaguely at you, at himself, at the absolute disaster of the bed. "You're justāā
The melody of your phone rang, cutting him off in the middle of his endless banter.
You groaned and rolled onto your belly, reaching for it blindly. The movement made more fluids leak out of you, dripping down your thigh, and you heard Caelus moan behind you. To your own mental anguish, you saw your boss's name on the screen.
"Oh god," you whispered.
Caelus, crawling up your body and pressing his weight into you, raised an eyebrow, looking at the screen. "Who is Mr. Dumbfuck?"
"My boss."
His eyes narrowed, and he pressed his face to the side of yours, staring hatefully at the screen. "The one who emails you late? The one who 'needs to see you in his office' for 'private discussion'?" He made air quotes with one hand, his voice dripping with jealousy. "That boss? The one who definitely has a thing for you?"
"Caelusā"
"Answer it." His voice turned sharp.Ā
"That'sā that's so fucked upā"
"But your pussyās twitching." His voice was smug as he rubbed his cock between your ass cheeks, the head catching on your slick folds, sliding through the mess there. "I can feel it. You're literally dripping."
You hit accept.
āAh, good morning, dear!ā The voice of your boss was uncharacteristically sad, and Caelus growled at the pet name.
"H-hello!" you managed, your voice wrecked.
"Umā¦ I was calling you to ask why you are late, but now I hear that you soundā"
"Sick!" you yelped quickly. "Real sick! Fever! Can'tā can't make it in!"
While you tried to form coherent sentences about being too sick to come in, Caelus pushed forward just an inch, just the tip, and you felt your walls flutter around him, trying to pull him deeper. You shook your head frantically, but he seemed to ignore it, keeping pushing inside you slowly, stretching you open while you tried to keep your voice steady on the phone. Your cunt gripped him like it never wanted to let go, clenching down on every ridge, every thick inch, trying to milk him deeper. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him as he filled you, could feel your inner walls parting to accommodate his girth, could feel the slight burn of the stretch that made tears prick at your eyes. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. He paused, waiting, his breath hot against your neck.
"Yeah, I think I caught something," you said into the phone, pussy full of fat cock. "Probably gonna be down forā"
Caelus chose that exact moment to thrust deep enough to make you gasp. The wetĀ plapĀ resonated through the bedroom, and you slapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan.
"You okay?" your boss asked.
"F-fine!" Your voice cracked. "Justā cough. Bad cough. It'sā it's really aggressive. The cough. Very aggressive. Keepsā keeps coming back."
Caelus's tail was wagging against your leg. With your peripheral vision, you could see that the bastard was grinning, his pupils blown wide, his face flushed with pleasure and possession. One of his hands slid down your stomach, between your legs, fingers finding your clit and circling with vicious precision. The other hand gripped your breast, nipple trapped between his pointer and middle finger, holding you in place as he pulled out almost fully before sinking back in, each thrust deep, designed to make you fall apart.
You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.
"So umā¦ are you gonna need tomorrow to rest orā¦" The speaker went silent, and you breathed in some air to form an answer.
"Yeah, tomorrow as well," you whimpered, voice comically high. "Definitely tomorrow. Just need to rest! Lots of rest. Fluids. You know. Bed rest. Strict bed rest. Can't evenāahācan't even sit up."
Caelus mouthed at your neck, sucking sloppily, adding to the canvas of marks that adorned your body. His fingers kept circling your clit, keeping you right on the edge while he rocked his hips into your poor cunt. Each thrust pushed a broken little sound past your lips that you desperately tried to morph into coughs.
"Actually," your boss said, "if you're that sick, I could stop by. Bring you some soup. Check on you. Make sure you'reā¦ comfortable and taken care of."
The moment those words left the speaker, Caelus froze on top of you. You glanced at his face and felt your stomach drop. His eyes had gone completely golden, pupils narrowing into pinpricks. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a scowl. A low, rumbling growl started in his chest, vibrating through his body into yours, and his grip on your breast tightened hard enough to bruise.
"No!" you said, too quickly. "No, that'sā that's not necessary. Really. I'm fine. I mean, I'm not fine, I'm sick, but I'mā I'm taken care of! M-my roommate is here!"
"Your roommate?" Your boss's voice sharpened. "I didn't know you had a roommate."
"Recent development! I'm in good hands!"
Caelus chose that moment to whisper right into the fucking speaker, "In the best hands." His hips snapped forward harder, punctuating the words, driving his cock so deep you saw pearly gates.
Your boss went silent, while you wanted to die.
"Was thatā" your boss started.
"That wasā uhhā¦ that wasā" You scrambled. "The TV! Iām watching a nature documentary. Aboutā about raccoons. They're very territorial. Very possessiveā"
Caelus pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, the head of his cock hitting your cervix, and your fingers spasmed, forcing you to drop the phone onto the sheets.
"You still there?" your boss asked, while you were drooling into the mattress, absolutely not there at all. Your eyes were rolled back. Your tongue was hanging out. You were pretty sure you'd stopped breathing. Caelus leaned over you, pressing flush against your backside, and reached for your phone.
"Hello?" he said, his voice bright and cheerful, even as his hips kept moving, hungrily pressing his cock closer to your cervix. You wheezled, praying to all gods, trying to take the phone from his hands weakly. Caelus just shoved your hands away. "Yeah, she's really sick. Can't talk right now. She's, uhā she's throwing up..."
You could hear your boss sputtering on the other end.
"Anyway!" Caelus continued cheerfully, grinning down at your nape as you were very busy holding onto the sheets for dear life. "I've got her. She's in good hands." He pounded deep, making the bed slam against the wall. "So if you could justā not come over? Thanks! Bye!"
He ended the call and dropped the phone, and the moment it hit the mattress, he lost it.
"Nature documentary?" He was laughing too, even as he kept thrusting into you, his bare cock sliding against your bare walls with no barrier, no protection, just raw, devastating friction.
"And you told my boss I was throwing up!"
"But you were making sounds! Also, my brain is not exactly functioning at full capacityā "
"I was making sex sounds!"
"Well, Mr. Dumbfuck doesn't know that!" Another thrust, deeper this time. His balls slapped against your clit again, and you screamed into the pillow.
"Oh god," you gasped into the pillow as your pussy spasmed painfully. You could feel your orgasm building, coiling in your gut like a spring about to snap. Your toes curled. Your fingers gripped the sheets so hard your knuckles went white.
"Not god," he murmured against your ear, his chest pressing against your back, his tail thrashing. "Just Caelus."
"Youāre insatiable!"
"Yeah." He kissed your shoulder. "But you like it. I can feel how much you like it. Your pussy's gripping me so tight, like it never wants me to leave."
"M-maybe it doesn't."
You felt him go completely still inside you with his cock buried to the hilt, his breath caught in his throat, his entire body rigid with tension.
"...What?" he whispered.
You turned your head and looked back at him over your shoulder. His eyes were huge, golden, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before. His ears were perked forward, desperate and hopeful. His tail had stopped moving entirely, frozen mid-wag.
"I said," you repeated slowly, "maybe it doesn't want you to leave. Maybe I don't want you to leave. Maybe I want you here, in my bed, every night."
"But I'm a stalker," he said, his voice small. "I broke into your kitchen! Iām half raccoon! Iām a freak!"
"You're just mine." You reached back, grabbed his hip, pulled him closer, and Caelus snuggled his front to your back, hands flying to put his palms over yours. "And I'm yours, if you can handle the anger and the sarcasm and the way I'll probably threaten you with that pink bat at least once a week." Your hips pressed back into his, and he nuzzled into your hair blissfully.
"Once a week?" His smile came back, slow and beautiful. "I was hoping for daily."
"Don't push it."
"Never." He kissed you again, soft and reverent, even as his hips started moving once more, now gently, rubbing against your sweet spot so good your body went liquid.
"I love you. I love you so much it scares me."
"I love you too." And with that, you thumbed over the edge, weakly clenching and relaxing under him. Your orgasm rolled through you like a wave, starting in your core and spreading outward until your whole body was shaking with it. Your cunt clamped down on his cock weakly, milking him, pulling him deeper, and you felt him swell inside you, felt his hips stutter, felt his control snap. Your heavy lids closed, and you just let him chase his own orgasm, completely blissed out.
Caelus laughed, bright and joyful, his tail wagging against your leg as he spilled inside, painting your walls with white. It was a smaller amount than before, but you felt the first hot pulse of his release flooding your insidesā
Wait, what?Ā
"Condom," you gasped. "Caelus, the condom-!"
"...Ran out," he mumbled, his voice dazed, drunk on you. "We used them all, but I couldn't stop. Please don't be madā¦ "
You couldn't even respond. Your brain was absolutely fried, reduced to nothing. Your eyes were half-lidded, unfocused. Every thought you'd ever had had been fucked out of you hours ago.Ā
And then, finally, beautifully, you felt yourself slipping with the last thought, which was:
I am so fucked.
Heh, literally and figuratively, babe~
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Fun fact: I had to delete a lot from the part before the smut because it was getting too long. So yeah, sorry if the plot feels a little dry :c
Also, I know I havenāt been posting much lately, but I have a lot of deadlines, including my diploma... Yeah, Iām fucked cuz I havenāt even started yet, and Iām writing this instead. Eehhh, pray for me, yall
it annoys me how some people take no nuance in discussions of the misogyny and homophobia that are undeniably present in red rising, and it's either "red rising is a horribly written and awful book for people who hate women" or "how could it be misogynistic if theres big strong lady?" with like seemingly no in between. like please guys it's okay to address some of the questionable things in the books. criticizing something does not mean the entire book is bad and you can never ever enjoy it without being a misogynist yourself. you can't just blindly accept or dismiss everything with no critical thought.
