a lazy hand splays over a heavy chest, cooing lips whisper against soft skin, gentle eyes locked on gentle eyes. how did they get here? dark cacao cookie could pinpoint how to the exact second, though he supposes it matters not now. not with how eternal sugar has worked her magic into every limb of his body, making them feel heavier than any kind of exhaustion he has faced before.
this unrelinquishing indolence would feel like a trap if eternal sugar was doing anything but playing with him like a new toy she was more than excited for. she simply has to explore every nook and cranny of him, taking her time to touch him all over, to press fleeting kisses to his skin, all while keeping playful eye contact with him. it makes her giggle and smile brighter so he cant really break their combined gaze. something about it, her laughter, it really makes her look like the angel she is mythed to be.
he is at her mercy in every sense of the word and uncertain how to feel about it all. some part of his pride calls that he should never allow himself to be pinned down by her sluggish inducing magic. he should find it with in himself to move, to remove the beast from atop him. but another part, the sloth part, a part of him he thought he did not have, one he never indulges, too focused on his resolution, to the responsibilities of his kingdom, to his friends, that unresolved part of him calls to let it happen.
he is not truly against it, her touch is a comfort, her attention is divine. but something pulls at his hems, saying he is in the wrong for wanting to touch her back, wanting her to keep going, wanting to ignore the struggles he needs to face, to fix and just indulge in her.
"there you are, my love," eternal sugar drawls, as he sinks further into the bedding, like a tsunami of silk towering over him, impossible to escape. "such heavy burdens that weigh down your shoulders," she pouts, her graceful yet lethargic hands pushing deeply into his shoulders in a mockery of a knead, pressing him even more firmly in the sunk in mattress.
there is a glint in her eyes, one he cant quite recognize but one that feels vaguely.. satisfied... "Let me relieve these frivolous responsibilities, sweet hero, worry not.. simply give in to what truly can make you happy, give in to the pleasure only i can bring."
her soft touch and cloying words are alluring, coiling around the edges of his mind and seeping into the crevices. but he cannot just allow this.. can he? he cant just let himself indulge in pleasures when others cannot. but... it is not like his people need him this very moment. he trusts in the kingdom enough, his watchers enough, to hold the fort down for a few simple hours of rest... of pleasure....
eternal sugar has not patience enough to let him sit there just to think himself out of agreeing, instead her touch only seems to grow bolder, her words more insistent, despite her soft tone, "it aids no one for you to deny me, my king. you only drive yourself to suffer more.. me to suffer more.. your subjects.."
she knows exactly which buttons to push, how his nose wrinkles up and thick brows press further into the strong bridge of his nose. he almost goes to ask what she means but she interrupts his thoughts more, her fingers drawing upon his chest over and over, little hearts and flowers, sending tingles, lazy but intentional, "come now stop being needlessly stubborn my foolish foolish lover, we both want this, do we not?"
cacaos breath catches in his throat, jagged and almost painful, he may never get used to her immodesty, it seems. and it seems even more so, he can not gather the energy to deny her much any longer. as he takes a steading breath, the laziness, the wish to do nothing if it is not what he truly wants swarms through his blood and bones and he lets his head fall back onto the plentiful pillow awaiting it.
eternal sugar smiles, letting her form melt into his, pressing a kiss right under his ear, kiss after kiss after kiss, a leisurely but teasing trail over his features, down his jaw and up to meet his lips in a simple, slow peck. her hands rubbing over his shoulders and neck, palms catching on the collar of his robes, pushing under, gently coaxing the fabric apart to show more of him off to her.
dark cacao almost feels like he can only watch as she prys him bare for her in more ways than one. but he pushes that away, instead his hands finally lifting from the bedding, coming to rest heavily on her waist. she practically preens under his reciprocating touch, pressing another kiss on one of his collar bones as her hands idly glide to the belt, gently tugging the knot apart so her hands can comfortably run up the warm skin of his abdomen and chest.
he is built so strong, wide and heavy, his hips wide and his shoulders wider, firm with muscle but soft at the same time.. and he is all just for her.. at least for now. his skin is so gorgeously dark, the way the low light of candles illuminate it makes her want to kiss him more and more and each kiss she presses down the valley of his chest she can smell him so easily, cacao bean and sweet sugary sweat that dares to make her mind more muddled.
the air itself feels heavy, as if there is just a cloud of humidity around the pair, devolving their breathing into unhurried pants. those wings of hers, encasing the two don't help their fogged minds, each touch so slow, so weighted. every flicker of eyes that meet feels as intimate as touch itself. it is enough to make a mans head light, enough that dark cacaos hands finally match hers, so calloused yet so gentle as they feel over the plumpness of her waist.
her robe already shows off much skin, what is the point of modesty in her own private chambers after all? but she unwraps the cloth from her shoulder more, the movement revealing more of her chest but a hand of his moves to grasp the remaining fabric to unwind it from her hips further.
it feels strange to allow himself to look away from her face, her eyes and lips feel important to keep in his line of sight but it also feels wrong to not appreciate her body in equal measures.
shes so soft, theres not a blemish upon her skin. not a scar not a bump, the hair covering her is a solace, the fat upon her stomach, weighing down her biceps and decorating her thighs engraved with purple lightning that almost calls to be brushed over and when he does it only makes her lean into him more.
her nails copy his fingertips, brushing over the thick scars grown over his skin, running them through the patches of hair grown into his stomach and forearms. he rolls his shoulder so the robe slips down a thick bicep, she corresponds taking her time pulling it from his arms entirely. until they both are completely open for the other, perfectly bare for each other.
one of her hands rise, cupping his cheek and tilting his head up and to the side, leaning down her lips breathe against his skin melting into careful harshness, just stinging kisses, enough to leave behind marks. his hands finally move up her body, gently mapping everything following the path of her figure from her hips up her sides and over her shoulder blades.
til his hand finally finds the feathery start of her wings and gently preens through, up from the contour portion as far as his arm can reach, through the flight feathers. they bend up in a languid stretch at his attention and he almost gets lost in their downy softness.
but her tail wraps around his wrist and draws his attention back to all of her, her body, her face, her lips, her eyes, and oh witches she is absolutely divine. he could stare at her for centuries alone but as his hand cups underneath her ear, he instead simply pulls her in for another kiss.
this is an older fic of mine ive been workshopping i dont think i can do any better on it and i like it where its at i think
originally it was supposed to be smut but i got bored and made it fluff instead not my best writing but i still really like it just some fluff of my lil guys!!!
It took this cult death/doom Swedish mob thirty-five years to finally come up with their first proper album, only to see them splitting on the eve of its official release on Pulverised Records.
Eternal Darkness contains eight tracks of unyielding death metal with powerful touches of doom.
1. The Beyond 04:13
2. Pungent Awakening 05:19
3. Funeral 02:55
4. Grief 04:56
5. Into Crematory 04:37
6. When Life Ends 04:08
7. Death Above All 05:29
8. Til Death 06:40
