10 Then Amaziah the priest of Bethel sent to Jeroboam king of Israel, saying, "Amos has conspired against you in the midst of the house of Israel. The land is not able to bear all his words. 11 For Amos says, 'Jeroboam will die by the sword, and Israel shall surely be led away captive out of his land.'" 12 Amaziah also said to Amos, "You seer, go, flee away into the land of Judah, and there eat bread, and prophesy there: 13 but don't prophesy again any more at Bethel; for it is the king's sanctuary, and it is a royal house!"
14 Then Amos answered Amaziah, "I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet's son; but I was a herdsman, and a farmer of sycamore figs; 15 and Yahweh took me from following the flock, and Yahweh said to me, 'Go, prophesy to my people Israel.' 16 Now therefore listen to the word of Yahweh: 'You say, Don't prophesy against Israel, and don't preach against the house of Isaac.' 17 Therefore thus says Yahweh: 'Your wife shall be a prostitute in the city, and your sons and your daughters shall fall by the sword, and your land shall be divided by line; and you yourself shall die in a land that is unclean, and Israel shall surely be led away captive out of his land.'"
— Amos 7:10-17 | World English Bible (WEB)
The World English Bible is in the public domain.
Cross References: 1 Kings 12:31-32; 1 Kings 13:33; 1 Kings 20:35; 2 Kings 14:23; Jeremiah 1:7; Jeremiah 36:16; Amos 1:1; Amos 2:12; Amos 6:7; Matthew 8:34; 1 Samuel 9:9; 1 Samuel 10:11; 1 Samuel 10:11; Acts 4:18; Deuteronomy 32:2; Ezekiel 4:13; Ezekiel 13:2; Micah 1:6
Sometimes I love these kind of stifles that show so much restraint and repression. Where the person is even forbidding themselves an actual inhale and keep their mouth shut. Only their nostrils flare and widen as much as possible to invite in all the fueling air that will be needed.
Their eyes squint under tightly knitted brows. Lashes flutter.
Then their mouth maybe quavers, turns down or does some held back snarl while the lips are still tightly sealed.
And the actual sneeze is not relieving at all, albeit inaudible- almost completely silent, BUT:
The force of it is shown in that persons body language so clearly. It´s a full bodied commitment. They stumble and bend widely forward, almost snap with the repressed force and grimace at the fight to stay in silent control. Maybe they have to brace themselves at something OR somebody.
Tears form in their eyes and one can guess from watching alone that it had been a rough, painful and pressure inducing action. And directly after it they can´t manage to withhold themselves from a pained groan, strained sight or shaky exhale. All louder than the previous sneeze.
They´re winded despite not having expelled a huge breath.
"Excuse me...." They mumble still breathless. Voice shaking and thick with congestion that had been unable to be expelled.
Are they holding back just because they are in a public, maybe in a quiet place? Are there too many people around? Or just that one person they´re not comfortable with?
Do they allow themselves a full release when they are in private? Or is it just that constant battle of control they just don´t want to give up on fully?
Until now I somehow forgot about this- but I thought it would be nice to write a bit about each of my OC´s sneeze related things. I´ll start with my oldest ones and end with the newest. :3
This is going to be long af for being pure self-indulgence but you can always scroll down to the character you like the most. xD
In case you want to know more or look at their art/read some stories:
If the tags work right all should be found by searching my blog for the OCs name. :)
Lillandlian:
He has a distinctive photic sneeze reflex due to his unique, pallid complexion and the fact that he has lived in a deeply shaded forest. If not in complete shadows he´ll sneeze right after waking up, when passing through rays of bright sunshine or from looking directly into any radiant source of light. Quick changes in light-and shadow ratio can trigger a sudden release as well.
Those forced photic reactions tend to be quicker and less drawn out than his regular sneezes. For example a sudden yet forceful: “heh-PTSCHieh!”
Due to his unique link with nature the druid is also oversensitive to any kind of air pollution (smoke, ashes,...). This can cause prolonged fits and even breathing troubles.
Lillandlian is also prone to catch colds and vulnerable to cool weather and chills. His cold sneezes tend to be more drawn out, come in multiples and rise from deep out of his fused lungs. His regular sneezes are very wet and spraying already and things can get very messy when he´s sick.
Generally he does his best to keep them as quiet and polite as possible- giving them a softly spraying, yet forceful kind of tone. This won´t work when his nose is affected very badly- they´ll burst out unrestrained, loud and thus embarrass him even more than his regular ones.
The sounds are all wet, spraying with a lot of force behind and often ending with a higher pitch. Mostly expressed in one or two syllables but rarely in three. ”hhh-TDZSSSSCHiieh!”, “ hah-IDZSCHHIIIEW!”
Stifling them always hurts and needs lots of effort but he will do so to be unobtrusive and considerate despite his discomfort. Telling him to stop will secretly relieve him a lot.
The centaur always tries to shield or angle them away from people and prefers to safely release sneezes into a handkerchief. If nothing else is available he´ll sneeze against his bare forearm, wrist or into his hands. Feeling or seeing his own spray makes him cringe and shutter though.
He will bless other people with: “May Acacia bless you!/Acacias blessings be with you!” or simple “Blessings to you!/Bless you!” -referring to the goddess of nature and creation and wishing the other health in that way. Lillandlian will be very flustered after sneezing himself and apologize.
Shokhrakka:
Is sensitive to certain flowers and healing herbs. They will make his nose itch and tingle for a while before the teasing grows into a more pressing need. At that point his nose will be utterly swollen shut and they´ll burst out suddenly. With a lot of force behind.
There´s not too much actual voice in them but a snarling, deeply growling quality mixed with the distinct sound of air rushing by mighty tusks. The kind of release that vibrates through ones chest and scrapes the throat a bit. Also they´re really loud and tend to startle others. They mostly happen in singles but a very persistent tickle can cause a double with a stray third trailing behind. They mostly sound like:
“Huhhr-ERZSSCH-UE!”, “HEH-HURRZSCHH-ah!”
Changing or cleaning his several nose piercings can cause a sudden and powerful reaction too.
The big Orc is rarely sick and generally not prone to any kind of infection. Shokhrakka is not considered to be a sneezy person and has no other sensitivities.
He´s simply angling his head to an unoccupied side or will sneeze down towards the floor- not being rude on purpose but simply not thinking further about the matter. Surprisingly he always carries a handkerchief with him in case he needs to blow his nose.
If another person sneezes he´ll mostly ignore it but is more attentive to people who are close to him. Then he´ll make sure that the sneeze is not caused by any kind of discomfort. And in case it was: Find a way to ease it.
Marya:
The Alchemist is allergic to a flower that´s simultaneously an important medical ingredient called pale nightingale. It´s pollen or crushed petals will cause an instant and strong allergic reaction expressing itself in multiple wet, desperate sneezes. And a clogged or streaming nose as well as badly tearing eyes.
Generally her sneezes are pronounced softly: There´s a wet, mellow sound in them even in the bigger ones and they´re mostly voiced and blended together as one syllable, very rarely two. They come in rapid, spraying multiples that have a distinct “girlish” pitch and ending.
“apTSCHIU! -TSSCHih! -ahTSSCHIEW!” or “ Ah~PTSCHiih!- IZSCH-uh!- TDSCHiuh!”
They´re neither very loud nor very quiet and almost never stifled. She´d only restrain them to avoid sneezing on somebody or infecting another person. Marya tries to cover with a handkerchief or something else available. She is thoughtful about germs and careful not to cause others harm. Yet sneezing is a completely natural thing to her and normally no cause of embarrassment or stress.
She also has the kink and very much enjoys most sneezes of other women. Especially those from her girlfriend Amaziah. In that relationship Marya has fantasies about being sneezed on and inducing the Archmage in various scenarios.With the later both have had a surprising amount of fun and excitement already. Although not a necessity for fun sneezing does play a big role in her sexuality.
Maryas overall constitution is very sturdy and healthy though she´s prone to falling sick when overworking herself over a long period of time. Or after taking care for Amaziah- because despite knowing better she´s adamant in cuddling and keeping comfortingly close to her girlfriend. There any shared intimacy and care is worth a possible contagion in her opinion.
She´ll mostly wish the other “Gesundheit!” after a sneeze but will vary with “Bless you.” or exclusively to Amaziah the elven “Anvael ci na´eve.” from time to time.
Amaziah:
Is a rather sneezy person and hates every bit of it. She´s a highly decorated leader that personally emphasizes a lot on self-control, manners and ever present strength. So when her body is “disfunctioning” like this it makes her feel angry, annoyed and embarrassed in company.
This is why she´ll try to fend off the inevitable multiple releases as best as possible when others are in vicinity. That works only for a while though. If she´s forced to give in she´ll try to stifle them with cruelly pinching her nose. The action is hurtful, full-bodied but mostly silent. Sometimes the restraint fails and is painfully audible: “-kdnxxt-ugh” or like “Hah-kngxt-uh”.
Her natural sneezes are clearly vocalized and mostly separated in two or three syllables: The first distinctly stressed, the middle a deep, harsh and throat scraping sound and the third again rising in pitch and vocalization. Also very loud and a bit achy for her chest: “ Hah-ERRSCHH-hue!”, “huh-AERSSCHH-ah!”.
Amaziah has severe dust allergies and is suffering from a strained physical constitution that makes her fall sick often and easily. In addition to that she´s mostly unable to get the much needed rest and thus her condition worsens despite healing potions.
She does hate it when others acknowledge this or react to her sneezing which is why most people have given up on it. They get the dreaded and very intimidating “How dare you!” stare if they dare to offer a blessing. This does not include close people or her girlfriend Marya however: While Amaziah had felt embarrassed and shy about the matter of sneezing at the beginning of her relationship she´s now fine with it as long as both are in private. She even enjoys inducing for her but struggles with the concept of actually sneezing freely.
The Archmage prefers to turn aside and muffle them securely into a silk handkerchief or the crook of her arm.
Normally she does not offer any kind of blessing because she things it would make others as uncomfortable as herself. She may make an exception for Marya though: “Anvael ci na´eve.”
Amaziah is afraid of germs and thus always aiming for good hygiene in both ways. She´s struck with quite some persistent stuck sneezes and false starts from time to time.
Azra:
Does share some sensitivities regarding certain flowers and healing plants with her half brother. They cause a lingering, buzzing sensation inside her nose that soon spreads to a full faced tickle and discomfort. She´ll try to harshly rub it out of every offended place which will cause her eyes to water even more. She mostly doesn't mind rubbing, grinding or even wiping her nose against her palm or back of the hand. Her nose responds with a lot of visible crinkling and flaring nostrils when teased.
Other than those triggers she also has a slight sensitivity to dust. It doesn't bother her much in small portions but can trigger some impressive sneezes when she´s exposed to bigger amounts over time.
Azra is not sick too often but when it hits her it´s usually doing so in a hard, unforgiving fashion. She´s not too good with taking care of herself and tries to hide any discomfort since being sick is could be equalized to a weakness she can´t really afford.
Generally her casual sneezes tend to come in doubles with the occasional triple. Her pre-sneeze face and build up are rather expressive and involve a lot of snarling, fang baring and possibly a few irritated hitches that grow in strength and audible depth before reaching their climax.
The final releases are very harsh and resound in her chest with a latent growling intensity. They´re sound could be described as “masculine”, fairly vocal, loud and she mostly sneezes off to her free side:
“HuhhrERSSCHH-UH! HAH-ERSSSCHH-ue!- HURH-EIZSSCHhah!”
She does make an effort to cover or shield them when she´s sick. Will even try to stifle when in close quarters despite the fact that this is not fully possible due to her protruding, very big tusks. It´s a good way to tell that she´s unwell though. As are the longer fits that can hit her when she´s suffering from a bad headcold.
Azra sometimes uses her plenty nose piercings to coax out some stubborn stuck sneezes rather violently. The feeling of having to sneeze and not being able to is a lot more annoying to her than the actual release.
Generally she doesn´t feel bad about sneezing if it´s not happening in an inconvenient situation or displaying too much vulnerability.
She´s not very used to any kind of blessings or reactions related to sneezing.
Zephyr:
Has the kink. And enjoys his own sneezes more than those of another person. He loves the feeling of it, the start of a light teasing tickle that rapidly grows into a more demanding itch. The first subtle and than more visible changes it causes to his body posture, breathing and face. The building pressure in his lungs right before the exquisite release hits him.
The Satyr goes even so far as to watch his reflection while the sneeze builds- his eyes try to stay open and admiring as long as possible but will eventually be forced shut.
If he would live in a modern day setting instead of the present high fantasy one Zephyr would record his sneezes to watch and listen to them later. Revel in the moment and feeling. And probably have pleasure with it all over again.
He can be rather embarrassed to sneeze in front of another person though.
Both things can lead to activating his curse: He´s prone to evoke gusts of wind and even storms with any kind of deeper routed feelings. So semi destructive blasts of wind that trail after some sneezes are an often occurring possibility.
To Zephyrs own dismay he does not have many allergies. Luckily for him his nose is very sensitive to touch and inducing- a condition he uses very often. With feathers, sensual massages or by teasingly plucking the chain that´s attached to his nose piercing.
Zephyrs sneezes mostly build teasingly slow and are almost always precluded by a series of hitching breaths. Sometimes slightly moaned in desperation. They´re harsh and full-bodied commitments that tend to rattle him more than a bit. Although he does try to give them a (to him) pleasant sound: Always aiming for all three syllables, audibly parted and still musically melting into each other. With that slightly over dramatic rise in pitch and voice towards the end to conceal the harsher middle part:
“hah-heh- HAH-ERRSCH-iiuuh!- HAH-IZSSCHH-iuh!- hheh- ah- Hadt-EISSCHIOO!”
He´s not the type to stifle because... Why miss out on something great?
Zephyr will sneeze freely and uncovered when alone but will turn aside to sneeze against his forearm or wrist when around people.
Evan:
This man has an immune system so strong it´s an almost indomitable fortress. Which is good since his husbands health is the exact opposite. Normally he does not sneeze much at all but has developed a nasty and itchy allergy to birch tress and hazel bushes. When exposed his eyes and nose are opening the flood gates simultaneously while both turning visibly red and irritated. His nose starts to tingle and buzz with sneezy desperation right after and it doesn't take long to be fully overcome.
Despite him being very tall and muscular his sneezes are restrained and squelched into almost silent submission. And directly followed by an achy groan or shaky exhale. Desperate and painful sounding stifles that can arrive in singles or a whole big party when allergies hit him.
Initiated by a big breath and trembling grimace as his hand flies up to press against his shaking septum in a futile attempt to avoid the following:
“HAH-nxdt!-uhh” or “HEH-kxndt-ah!” and very rarely he looses the battle for control after a longer fit- ending it with a harsh: “AERRRSCHooh!” or a similar sounding, very relieving sneeze. All variations are followed by some sniffs and a husky “xcuse me...”. His Love does chide him for stifling and keeps reciting the risks and possible harms of this kind of action. Although this does not stop Evan from doing it again.
Most of his stifles are dry since he effectively blocks every other option. A full release or a bad allergy day can still turn out messy from time to time.
Evan always sneezes against his shoulder, into the crook of one arm or into his shirt that will be hastily pulled up over mouth and nose. He is especially careful with keeping all kinds of germs away from his husband Alexej. He´s not scared of catching things himself though.
He does thank people for blessing him and also very friendly blesses others who are in close vicinity to him. No matter if they´re friends or complete strangers. Has kind of a funny habit with calling “bless you!” through the whole flat upon hearing his husband sneeze in a far away corner of their shared place.
Which leaves Alexej blushing a bit, silently thinking: “Was it.... that loud?” before calling back a flustered “Thank you!”.
Alexej:
His health is very frail with his immune-system actually compromised due to several chronic issues. He´s almost all the time at least achy and sniffly with the tendency to get worse very fast and really seriously.
In addition to catching colds and being sick way to often Alexej is also suffering from severe dust and perfume allergies.
Both he and his husband Evan do avoid any kind of scented products and keep their shared flat meticulously clean.
Despite the constant struggles his nose did not seem to have hardened against outside teasing since it can be vexed and irritated pretty easily.
All these ailments make him a very sneezy person and when doing so it´s almost always happening three times in a row. Although an allergy attack can easily cause a prolonged fit.
Especially his cold sneezes build awfully slow- teasing him with lots of gasped out hitching and a couple of false starts here and there. A struggle so clearly visible in his desperate facial expressions.
When they finally come they do so forcefully and accompanied by a lot of mess while shaking his lithe body and leaving him dizzy.
Despite their force and volume the sound is desperate yet underlined with a rather soft, spraying base that´s ending in a higher pitch.
“hhh-heh-hhiih-PTZSSCH-hieh!”, “-IZZSSSCH-iieew!”
He manages to keep his regular “just an itchy nose” kind of sneezes a bit lower in volume and force. They´ll built and come more sudden and he´ll hold them back to a more suppressed but still spraying “TZSCHieh!”.
If possible Alexej will always try and muffle his sneezes into a tissue, his sleeve or crook of an arm- resulting in big, very visible wet spots and a lot of blushing.
He used to apologize a lot after sneezing but has moderated that habit around Evan a bit due to his husbands constant reassurances and care.
Although generally he´s feeling both deeply embarrassed and angry at himself for his often “misbehaving” nose and shattered immune system.
Having to sneeze in public, or worse in front of his audience during a concert, is still a huge horror for him. One that´s recurring from time to time despite his tries to ward it off.
Alexej is often too shy to bless anyone besides his husband Evan.
He dislikes it when his husband stifles because he´s worried it will cause harm or hurt him. Alexej himself has had bad experiences with stifling- which is why he avoids doing so.
Whew that was it for now. Somehow that was great to do but harder to write than an actual fic. Hope you liked reading it though! :)
A very friendly hello to the Marya & Amaziah Anon and of course to everyone else too. :)
This is a light, not very plot heavy allergy story.
For me it´s kinda self indulgent because: The whole thing is basically a big sneezing fit (stifled and not) wrapped in a longer allergic prelude and accompanied by a more than slightly intrigued Marya.
Hope you still like it and please only reblog to other sneeze-kink blogs, thank you. :)
Warnings: Some uncovered sneezing that does not hit a person but some books. No actual mess but lightly described spray.
The little "bonus" dialogue at the end was more for my own weird self (my sense of humor sucks) but I kept it in anyways.
* the gasped out part means something like “oh please not again”.
Normally the old and eerily quiet library wasn't a place Marya would choose to reside in for too long.
It was a vast room with a high, dome like ceiling and up reaching walls that were buried by almost infinitely towering up shelves heavily burdened with ancient knowledge, weighted down by time.
Although every surface was meticulously cleaned, amber colored maple wood glossy and smooth, the air seemed to be infused with it as well: It had a really dry, chalky quality to it that was palpable in taste and sight: Even the smallest incidence of light illuminated finest dust particles in their infinite dance from one remote corner to the other. Sky blue eyes followed as they were floating teasingly between the maze like aisles shadowed by bookshelves.
In all it´s muted width filled with way too much in depth wisdom, the library seemed to be the perfect home for its dusty, antique occupants.
The reserved, echoing silence was something that made the young Alchemist feel misplaced like an item stored in the wrong shop. Thus, she did her best to avoid the extensive premises as much as possible.
But today Maryas uncomfortable stay seemed to be rewarded as it appeared that the spacious room had its own inconvenient effects on her companion despite all the carefully taken measures to avoid them.
With progressing time it became clear that Amaziah, usually fitting in perfectly with all her withdrawn wisdom and ancient power, seemed increasingly bothered by the dusted atmosphere.
What had started as a fleeting discomfort and a swift scratch here and there had soon grown to a sensible irritation. Over time the Archmages senses had become increasingly itchy, her sinuses so vexed that her already narrow nose had swollen shut. It was hard not to pay attention to those softly parted, pallid lips. Not to listen to each wavering catch of breath.
Marya watched as her Lovers thick, raven lashes started to flutter and blur her sight that had lost its focus.
Sharp, black laced knuckles came up to itch an already blushed nose that crinkled in distaste.
A sudden inhale demanded a stalling press of fingers against a quivering septum followed by a shaky, relieved exhale.
The elegantly structured, cloth veiled hand then rose even higher to rub another prickle out of teary, glassy eyes before it was lowered and placed mannerly again.
That highly unusual display of softness was pure indulgence mixed with a present intimacy reserved and displayed solemnly to Maryas presence. It warmed her heart while making other things inside her flutter eagerly.
Never-ending moments of quiet, concentrated reading later the intrusive particles started to take their toll on that handsome, refined nose again. Tear shaped nostrils widened and prolonged themselves even further, exposing the already shiny septum a little more with each irritated flare.
Marya shamelessly watched as Amaziahs contoured brows knit together almost angrily and her eyelids closed with all black feathery hairs resting on pallid skin. Then she swiftly brought her gloved hand up to pinch her trembling nose shut between thumb and index finger as the long overdue sneeze finally overtook her and turned an otherwise delicate mouth into a sharp snarl.
Preluded by the most restrained inhale it was barely detectable in sound but seized and shook her whole frame forward. The mages knees almost bumped at the tables underside as her upper body crumpled over the lectures.
Right after the first one came a sudden gasp that mingled with the still lingering achy aftermath. Nostrils stubbornly opened even further against silky fingertips as Amaziahs still sealed lips turned downwards on the edges.
The Archmage shook her head in frustration, her breaths already deepening, shimmering obsidian strands of hair that had been loosened by the previous outburst followed the motion.
Regrettably the pleasant view became obscured as Amaziah turned sideways to forcefully stifle against the crook of a shaking arm.
"hhheh-kdnxxt-ugh" Not loud enough to produce a far reaching echo the failed restraint was still clearly audible, sounding strained this time as well as followed by a wet, productive sniff.
"Gesundheit my dear..." Marya whispered while gently rubbing Amaziahs back.
"Pardon me... Would you- snfff- uh- mind if I blow my nose?"
"Of course not, silly." Marya snickered and planted a kiss on a cool cheek. " Also, there´s no need to withhold yourself." She added. Her hand was still resting on her Loves body as she felt her take a deep breath to softly blow into an ironed handkerchief- genteelly silent and one side after the other.
The action had been very polite, probably too much so because it did little to clear her sinuses of the persistent itch.
Amaziah could feel it travelling deeper, growing more urgent again and frowned in dismay.
Her handkerchief clad fingers were already on their way towards pinching that misbehaving appendage again as a gentle grip around her wrist stopped it.
"Hey! No hurting yourself again." Marya said sternly.
"Y-youhh just want to listen and wa-haah- HA-DZSCH!" Amaziah tried but was interrupted by the too fast peaking sensation that resulted in an uncovered, barely stifled and spraying sneeze.
"Aw... Gesundheit." Marya giggled in response, still captivating the mages hands. "Yes I like watching that. But I don´t like it when it´s painful for you."
"And Ihhh- I don´t like or neheh-need everyone hearing me." Amaziah responded, face all scrunched up against the mounting sensation.
"But I love hearing you very much." The younger elf whispered and pecked a playful, feather soft kiss atop her Loves twitching nosetip.
This small little provocation seemed to be enough to push the Archmage over the edge, deep into a much needed fit.
Marya watched fascinated as Amaziah angled her upper body slightly to her unoccupied side, titled back her head and sucked in a deep breath- so urgent she could feel the tension bleeding through the enfolded hands.
"AH-ERSSSCH-uh! HAH-ERRSCHHHiuh!" The double had been loud, creating an expressive echo, the second sneeze more unrestrained and wet than the first. The released translucent mist accompanied the fine clouds of dust languidly floating around in rays of sunshine.
"Gesundheit! Oh- again?"
"I´m sorry" came the gasped reply in an unusual quavery, high pitched tone that got almost drowned in the already starting build up.
"HahEERSCHH-ue! Heh- HAH-AESSCHHh-uh! oh-*iyn var alnaiy - Huh-EEERSCHh-ah! -EHSCHUE!- EISSSCH!- ERSSCHh-iuh!"
This time, the sneezes had started harsh, slightly drawn out and violent only to shorten to increasingly urgent outbursts that messily tumbled above each other towards the end.
Marya had given up on holding hands and instead gently hugged and comforted the distracted mage.
"Aw poor darling... Many, many blessings to you, my sweet. Now you have me a little worried." She cooed while caressing Amaziahs side and tucking back hair that had now floated out of a loose bun completely.
"Excudse mde..." Came a stuffy and hoarse whisper.
"Shhh, it´s all good... But I think your medication is wearing off... How about I get you outside a little?"
"I´m ndot dodne here..."
"Oh yes you are for now... I can barely understand you. Come, get up. I´ll take the scribbles for you."
Amaziah blinked away allergic tears, her gaze wandering from the badly affected scrolls to Maryas warm and loving expression.
"I´m snnrff really dreading to explain how and why I ruined those..." She mumbled embarrassed.
"Pfft!" Marya could not help but laugh loudly. "Surely Cailean will be very understanding."
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Unfortunately for Amaziah her normally timid and forbearing scholar and librarian did seem more shocked by that unusual incident than sympathetic.
Cailean had already been drawn closer to the Archmages study by the unmistakable sounds resounding through his workplace often equated with a personal sanctuary.
Turning around one of the narrow aisles he nearly stumbled into the two women. About to address his concerns Cailean had started to question Amaziahs well-being as his gaze located the sloppily rolled, stained ancient scrolls in Maryas arms. The sight made his green eyes widen incredulously behind delicate, gold framed glasses.
C: "What in- pardon my tone... Your grace, may you tell me what happened to those? They are all smudged, blurred and... Filthily wet?"
M: *suppressed chuckling*
A: "That... Was an unfortunate accident."
M: "pffft *laughs*"
C: "Pardon me again but how? You always handle all books and exhibits with so much care. And never bring something to drink or eat with you."
A: "Of course not, that would be neheh-negligent. Is the damage repairable or have I done a permanent ha-harm to the scrolls?"
C: "I´m positive that I´ll be able to fix most of it easily but- "
A: "Hah-kngxt-uh!- huh- apologies."
C: "Anvael ci na´eve, your grace. Are you- hold on. Did you sneeze on them?"
A: "...No?"
M: "Maybe a little? But like, several times?"
C: "..."
C: "Well, I did overhear something a few minutes ago..."
A. "..."
C: "How inappropriate!-... Of me... To forget... Providing enough handkerchiefs next to your desk..."
M: "Yes you really should be ashamed of yourself, Cailean."
A: "..." <- is really ashamed of herself.
C: "I really should..."
A little cross-post again. Because it´s still early and I´m awake since for ever which makes me really really bored. Feel free to ignore it here if you’ve read it already. Aaand: Please don´t re blog to non-fetish blogs, thank you.
It takes place in the same fantasy world as my other story Veiled In Nocturnal Shadows.
If you need or want any background for the characters feel free to ask. :)
Also a little warning: it is about inducing which might not be everyone's thing.
Marya would have never dreamed of dating another Elf, especially not one so highly born. One of those nobles that were usually too busy digging trough decades of lost elven glory to see the really important now. She actually preferred a more down to earth company. Like the dwarven blacksmith and mischievous woodfairies she used to live with. Before that crap of a war had started.
The all so high and mighty Amaziah seemed like a resurrection of old strength and magic. All things heavy that would normally rather crush than tolerate the lighthearted and playful person she mostly was.
Yet, lying awake in the darkest times of night, she knew that THEM was important. THEY did matter. As clear as daylight. Which she suddenly could not wait for.
So she snug out of her room, skulked across the peacefully silent guardhouse and scurried her way over the court towards the main hall. Through the doors and then upwards to her Loves´quarters.
Guided by a lot of newly found love and a little ever present mischief.
There were no soldiers but instead a buzzing, crackling force of defensive magic that warded the whole castle from outside and bled through it´s warren intestines as well.
Maryas heartbeat quickened with joy as she passed the thick barrier unharmed. It felt… Welcome?
She had almost reached her destined destination, slim fingers already brushing over the cool door handle, when a sharp sound tore apart the drowsy tranquility and nearly made her jump.
“- HAESSCCCHh-hah!” - discard nearly, that had been one hell of a sudden… Sneeze?
Whilst listening to the slowly recurring silence she started to wonder: Had she ever heard the Archmage sneeze before? Probably not, as she could not recall nearly shitting her pants around the commonly soft-footed elf before. Still processing this new situation, Marya was about to finally open the now ajar door when a vocalized gasp escaped from the room beyond.
Someday, she grinned, eavesdropping will make my ears grow even bigger.
“hh… hehh…hhahh….HEEEah-!… snnfff- shit!”
Now that had been close. And strangely exciting to listen to… The way Amaziahs usually controlled breaths had become more voiced with need each time they were expelled. Underlined with desire as well as with growing desperation. Almost a little panting , aiming to release the building pressure only to abandon her one heartbeat away from granting it.
That seemed teasingly frustrating… Still, even after a harsh nose blow, the tickle did not seem to show mercy as it returned in vengeance to make her hitch with increasing force.
Marya could not help herself from peeking through the gap. It felt strangely intimate to witness her fierce Love trapped in a situation so longing and helpless.
The scene in front of her was bathed in the soft amber light of a still smoldering fireplace that send tiny dusts of ash dancing in rays of moonshine.
Amaziah sat amid ruffled bedclothes that surrounded her like blustering white waves. Her head was titled back, short raven hair tinted both golden and moonlight silver. Her lids seemed half closed, vivid amethyst colored eyes cloaked by dark, fluttering lashes and shining with irritated tears that had already left opalescent traces on her pallid cheeks. Her slender hands were cupped together and hovered in front of her twitching nose and slightly parted lips. Those tender lips that now opened fully, quickly altered into a snarl as the itch intensified once more. Her sinewy, androgynous frame nearly shook as her chest began to rise and fall in a frantic rhythm given by mounting need.
“Hhh…hhh… hhAH!..Huh? hhhrr come on !” She crushed a fist into her pillow while the other started to give her straight, long nose a vigorous rub. Her whole expression seemed so… Upset, annoyed, overall wholly un-Noble-Archmage-and-Savior-of-The Radiant-Alliance- like that Marya failed to suppress a snorting laugh that made Amaziah turn towards her hidden audience in an instant.
“Mah-hahhh…Damn it… Marya? What are you doing here?” She asked in recognition of the two sky-blue eyes that beamed at her from under curly, copper colored bangs.
“Enjoying the sight. It actually was a really entertaining performance. And mhmm helping you out with your little problem?”
“I don´t know of which problem you are spe-heh-akihiing off. Also, it´s incredibly rude to- iiiihn-vade an others personal space like th-haa-” Amaziah tried and failed as her otherwise sharp yet delicate features crumpled, marred by the again rising need to sneeze. Her long nostrils grew even wider, shaking against the stalling press of knuckles.
“Oh you really don´t know? Because you look like you really need but can´t sneeze.” Marya scoffed, slowly drawing closer despite her Loves shooing motions.
“I wonder why you don´t simply do so.”
The compromised Archmage looked more than ready to comply as her eyes drifted shut beneath tightly knitted brows, contrasting her now open mouth gasping with turned down corners. Leaning back, hands swiftly steepled over the lower half of her face, Marya heard a powerfully building breath that made her Loves eyes swim with tears and ended in another frustrated growl.
“Gods FUCK!” Came the infuriated exclamation that drowned Maryas laughter.
“That right there was the best thing I have seen in a while!” she giggled while her girlfriend used a handkerchief to wipe away any leftover moisture. “That ridiculous nonsense is bothering me since hours. It´s neither enjoyable nor funny…” Amaziah muttered under her breath.
“Not for you. But I will help you if you say please my lovely Marya make me sneeze.”
“Are you out of your mind? N-huuh….Never.”
“Oh, spoilsport. Then just please or Marya or sneeze.”
Amaziah seemed unable to answer, eyes incapable to stay focused, blearily blinking away tears and hazed with that stubborn urge.
“How…” She swallowed down another fruitless hitch. “Would you help me?”
Marya pecked down with a fast kiss towards Amaziahs nose that was rewarded with another sharp inhale and sour grimace. Her eyes caught the long, fluffy quill on the desk. That would be good. A mischievous smile curved her plush lips upwards.
“I would tickle your nose with that feather there until you get what you need. But only if you´re polite enough to say please.”
A resigned sniff, disgruntled rub and then a whispered: “Please.”
Marya, the feathery quill securely held in one hand, slowly made her advances towards Amaziahs nose. It was still twitching with flared nostrils on occasion and was blushed an angry red. She sat down in front of her Lover, close enough to feel the erratic breath brushing fervently over her skin. “But don´t sneeze on me.”
“I won´t. Just… Be quick please…”
“Oh wow, please two times a night! Someone´s really in need of help, mhm? Alright, I promise to save the banter for later.”
The first fine wisps made contact with irritated skin, causing the mages nasal bridge to wrinkle. Marya did not want to tease too much, sensing the tension and exhaustion behind the other woman´s eyes, but was scared of hurting her with being to rough. She slowly circled each nostril, marveling at the sudden and strong reactions she was able to evoke. It took not more then three light strokes to educe two of those deliciously desperate gasps that made her own skin tingle. Another four and Amaziahs eyes were closed behind soft lashes wetted with fluid. Her nostrils responded pulsating open with each breath while her mouth hung ajar to suck in air in preparation to…. She quickly hid the foreboding grimace behind her hands, swatting the feather aside while her chest swelled against Marya. Warm, cloth-veiled skin stroking her arm. A deep breath….
“Hhh-HEHEA!-” only to slump back without executed duty and an almost desperate sniff.
“Lost it again?” Marya asked and felt true pity at the floating gaze out of weary lilac depths.
“It is not strong enough on the outside… Can you… Never thought I would say anything like that… Stick it inside my nose?”
That made Marya chuckle again. “Yes, but only because you asked so nicely. Be ready.”
This time she concentrated her efforts on her Loves left nostril, inserting the tip slowly to avoid injuries, only to have it ripped out again as Amaziahs head reflexively jerked backwards.
“You need to keep still.”
“S-sorry… It really tickled…”
“That´s the point of it, silly.”
Again, the now damp feather set out for it´s destination. Disappearing a little further this time, tickling and tingling as it went up. Marya noticed that Amaziahs hands were already half raised in preparation and that her face seemed almost peaceful despite the obvious struggle. Weird but true.
She then poked the soft pink insides, one and then another twirl around with the feather and Amaziahs head reared back with a downright feral inhale and ferocious snarl. Her hands brought up just in time to cover an incredibly relieving:
“HA-EHSCHUE!” That seemed to ascend from deep inside her chest. It caused her complete upper body to bend and stumble into Marya who hastily dropped her tool in favor to stabilize her Love which immediately seemed to gear up for another. She shuddered with another mighty inhale, face hidden behind protective hands and braced against Maryas shoulder.
“hhh HA!- AESCHOO!…-EISCHHAH! hhh-HAH-EERSSCH~IUH!”
The sneezes were almost violent and echoed through the chamber while Amaziah helplessly convulsed in Maryas arms.
The fourth one seemed to dispel the tickle, judging how the mage nearly melted into her Loves embrace, uttering a sight that seemed equally underlined with something akin to pain and relieve.
“Wow that was… Quite some sneezing you have there.” Marya noted with astonishment while stroking her Loves back.
“Sorry, I could not help it…” Amaziah replied almost timid, nose nuzzled into Maryas shirt. “Thank you for… well… You know.”
“Sounded like you needed it. And there´s no snot on me. Everyone´s happy.”
“Always when you are with me.” Amaziah sniffed and gently pulled Marya to bed with her.
“No ewww that´s cheesy.” She answered already wrapped up in equal parts strong arms and warm blanket.
“Now, what did you really want here? Please don´t tell me you heard my sneezing throughout half of the castle.”
“Would have been no surprise but no…” Marya paused, head nesting into Amaziahs shoulder, hand drawing lazy circles above her Loves heart.
“I just… Missed you.”
I would love to read more about Amaziah awkwardly taking care of a sick Mayra. That sounds adorable
That´s a great idea, thank you a lot for your request - It´s making me really happy to know that someone likes my characters and wants to see content for them <3
This fic can stand on it´s own but I might write a part 2 once I´m feeling better. We´ll see. :)It is set a few days after their last story where Marya treated Amaziahs illness (and apparently now caught it herself).
Warning for lightly described mess (it´s a more than just mentioned but not overly graphic)
Hope you´ll like it. :3
Marya had woken long before day break had bathed their shared bedroom in hazy bronze golden light. Unable to fall back to sleep because of a completely clogged nose and rhythmic pounding that had started in her swollen sinuses and now drummed through her whole head. It was a steadily recurring pang that had soon managed to resound through her whole body. She felt uncomfortably heated and would have tried cooling herself off if not for the still sleeping Archmage tightly curled around her, snoring softly into Maryas ear.
Now, with unnervingly warming rays of morning sun stroking her front and the cuddling Mage hugging her back Marya felt even worse as she squinted against the bright intruder. It made her efforts to stay quiet a lot harder as it teased and tickled her already oversensitive senses. She crinkled her freckled, rosy tinted nose and lightly rubbed it against the firm, cloth veiled arm her head was bedded on. Unfortunately the cool touch of the silken fabric did not soothe but aggravate the lingering tickle. The sudden contrast too much to handle on her fever flushed skin.It evoked an abrupt and unusual strong reaction that could not be fully contained despite best intentions.“Ah~PTSCHiih!- IZSCH-uh!- TDSCHih!-hah-ndxt!-kxdt-uh!”Behind her Amaziah stirred at the repeated motion and rushed noise that had been richly accompanied by thick clouds of spray that quickly soaked through her fine nightgown. “Ugh…Anvael ci na´eve…” She replied sleepily, her arm still prickling with goosebumps under the heavily wetted fabric. The Archmages irritated frown seemed almost palpable. “Sorry I-” Marya´s voice came out shockingly rough and dissolved into a hoarse series of raspy coughs mid sentence. They managed to wake up Amaziah fully. “Love?” She asked, immediately alarmed. When the only reply was more coughing that sounded increasingly breathless Amaziah hastily pulled Marya into an upright sitting position and clumsily patted her back. Despite being done with pure and good intentions the actions were performed a bit too fiercely: The sudden change of position made the room spin nauseatingly around Maryas tearing eyes as she winced at the well meant but too harshly conducted back rubs. At least the slight ache and wave of dizziness seemed to have successfully frightened the coughs away.
"Ouch… I didn’t mean to sneeze on you, I´m sorry.“ Marya finished groggily. “Don´t worry I- uh- don´t mind. Does your chest hurt?” “… Not… Only my chest…” Marya rubbed her eyes dry and blinked to get Amaziahs pale face into focus. The Archmages amethyst eyes were glowing wide awake despite being permanently surrounded by shades of lilac-grayish exhaustion. Almost radiating with that worry frighteningly close to a fully fledged anxiety that seemed to lurk around her way too much lately. This nasty thing which relentlessly shadowed those once vibrant violet depths, deepened the lines in this beloved face and streaked the previously deep black hair prematurely.“Hey… There´s no need to look at me like that.” Marya said sternly and used her fingertips to smooth out the distressed furrows between the Archmages brows. Amaziahs lashes fluttered in pleasure at the touch but her forehead crinkled even more.She took the Alchemists small hands into hers, gently felt and kissed the rosy palms before muttering: "You are way too warm…“ Marya shivered at the cool breath that tickled and stroked her skin which each word. “You have a fever!” The mage then ascertained. “You can´t tell body temperature solely from a persons hands. If so you´d be a frozen block of ice.” Marya could not help but chuckle even when the low hum itched her nose and throat simultaneously. She immediately stopped doing so as two pallid palms suddenly cupped her face, slightly squishing her rounded cheeks and plush lips with the motion. A grip that may have been a tad bit too firm and solid to be felt as caressing. Worry fueling it with more steel than intended. “I´m a person and not a sword-” The Alchemist started to complain when cool thumbs began to draw lazy, very soft circles on her face and slender fingers traced her skin. “Apologies, I did not mean to be rough… But you feel too hot here as well.”Marya painfully swallowed down the again rising need to cough when astoundingly soft lips kissed her forehead and loosened silver veined strands tickled her cheekbones. The light tingle did not feel unpleasant but threatened to spread and kindle an itch somewhere else.“Oh Love I´m so sorry that I made you ill.” The Archmage whispered against Maryas skin, lips moving delicately above her brow bow and raven hair swaying teasingly with the motion. Amaziahs hands now softly stroked the Alchemists neck and massaged the sensitive spots behind her ears while comforting, soothing kisses managed to warm Marya even more. She softly sniffled against a feathery irritation that simultaneously blossomed deep in her sinuses. Her Love was so pleasantly close to her while the younger elf felt growing close to repeat this mornings rather unpleasant intimacy. “To beheeh fair….” Maryas voice quavered as a wayward streak continued to curl around her round nose and teased the soft tip, fluttering into her openly pulsating nostril with every hitch. She pressed a stalling finger against her sensitive septum, wanted to revel in the rare but familiar caring touch. Her upper lip twitched and crinkled beneath her hand. “I- I could have been- mohh-re careful.. Hhoh-hold on-I heh-haveto-” Sensing that the rapidly growing sensation could not be delayed any longer she hastily pushed against Amaziahs protruding collar bone to enforce an unwanted distance while her free hand cupped around her twitching nose and shaking mouth. “Oh- going to sneeze?” The Archmage asked softly while backing off. Marya nodded breathlessly, face openly scrunched up as she gasped and her lashes fluttered, eyes already closed in anticipation:“Ye-hheh-yes-HEH-IZSSCHiew! -IZSSCHuh!-PTSCHIuh! -apTSSCH!- huh-hah-TSCHHiew!” The sneezes came in rapid, uncharacteristically forceful yet breathy succession and were hardly contained by the protective shield of her small hand. Unable to keep her eyes open long enough Marya could still feel them bursting uncomfortably hot against her own skin. When the fit finally abated she cringed at the dripping mess revealed by her still tear veiled gaze. Sniffing thickly Marya blushed and used her other hand to obscure the Mages view on it as best as possible while avoiding her gaze. “Uh- ugh snff please don´t look….snnnf could you- oh” Her eyes shot upward with surprise as she felt a soft, cloth veiled hand touch her own. “Gesundheit…” Amaziahs tongue slightly stumbled over the foreign word as she tucked Maryas lusciously tousled copper hair back behind one pointed ear. The black handkerchief exchanged hands and the Archmage turned politely to give Marya the privacy for a much needed crackling nose blow and following clean up.
“I´m still rather… Unfamiliar with protection or… Caring. Properly.” Amaziah began hesitantly once the repeated cleansing sounds subsided. “But I want to do my best to take care of you. Even if I don´t seem to be too good at it.” The unusual shy and hushed statement managed to sweep away any lingering embarrassment and made Marya blush for a different kind of reason. “Well…” She had to interrupt herself with a few light coughs securely caught in the handkerchief this time. “You are much better at it now.” “Am I?” The Archmages thin lips twisted upwards with wry amusement.“Yes… I mean… Do you remember almost setting me on fire from the inside out when you tried to warm me?” “…Vaguely.” The growing smile now revealed a shimmer of straight, white teeth and decorated the corner of her eyes with new webs of non permanent wrinkles. The good ones this time.Marya could not help but to relent the urge to nuzzle closer, cuddling tightly to Amaziah and felt relieved when the taller elf returned the fondness with a protective hug. Not repelled by the constant sniffles she could not stop or the hoarse coughs that kept scraping her throat, just gently stroking her damp night-dress and chuckling:“I might need some helpful advice for the helping.”
