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*cracks knuckles* alright lesgo. for the drabble/microfic prompts, "alone, finally" and "You're doing so well. Just a little more." 👀

ehehehehe ohhh I can merge these two soooo well >:33

I was tempted to do this with Misraaks and Aeris but honestly, Marcie/Athrys/Eramis has been haunting my mind, so...here we go!

Micro fic prompts | NSFT fic prompts

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The ketch's door slams shut behind them, and Eramis hears Athrys's sigh of relief echo through the bedroom before she moves out of her blind side.

"Alone, finally," she breathes, and the rich purr starting to undercut her voice sends a thrill of heat rushing through her body in response. Even after so many centuries apart, even after so many scars and wounds and various mutilations that the Sol system forced upon them in its cruelty- the sound of her voice still rouses Eramis's in turn, one half of a duet singing forth to the other.

The human tugged along for the ride somewhat ruins the melody.

"Hardly alone," Eramis notes dryly. "You still have the Lightbearer with you."

"She's a guest, Eramis," Athrys laughs, before flopping onto her nest with a sigh of relief; she tugs the human down with her, and Eramis reluctantly joins them, only somewhat unnerved by the touch of soft, warm flesh against her knee. The nest still smells mostly of Athrys, only some of Eramis's scent shining through, but with Athrys's scent swelling thick, she knows that such a thing would only be a temporary inconvenience. Even with a human in their midst.

Marcelline is still looking at her like she hung the very stars in the sky. With her pale skin flushed to show the spots freckling her hide, and the shadow of bruises from Athrys's teeth already starting to show on her soft skin, she's quite the sight- one that Eramis, in all of her reluctance, had to admit that she found arousing. Not so much for the human's own form (though there is a gentle roundness to her that intrigues her, much as she wishes it were otherwise), but for the way that she showcases all of Athrys's touches in a way that Eramis's own carapace would never reveal, bar staining claws and fangs in ink and marking her that way (an incident that she was reluctant to indulge in again). She aches to unsheathe, and, with a sigh, finally relents, the cool air of the ketch a comforting balm against the needy heat of her own ovipositor. Athrys's eyes fall on her form, and she rumbles in approval- one that sends another flush of heat through Eramis's body, and pulls a croon from her throat in response. The human glanced behind her as well, and somehow managed to turn an even darker shade of red than before, cursing softly under her breath in her own language.

Athrys is an artist, and Marcelline is her canvas. And Eramis always came around to her mate's works in the end- even if she couldn't quite see the vision from the start.

Now safe away from prying eyes, Athrys's own ovipositor slides from her sheath, and she guides it up between the human's thighs, crooning softly. Marcelline rocks her hips backwards, a pitiful whine escaping her throat- but then Athrys chuffs, and pulls the human forward up towards her chest, turning her around with her primaries and wrapping a secondary up under her knees to part her legs, baring her to her mate. Her primaries squeezed the protrusions on her chest, while her free hand stroked through the tangle of hair at the fork of her legs, pinning her slit open with two fingers while the third rubbed gently over the nub at the top. The glimmering pink of her exposed cunt was a stark contrast to the purple-blue flush of Athrys's ovipositor, the red of her soft human skin pairing nicely with the light pink of her mate's carapace, and the sight of it sent another pulse of heat through her body, her body wanting while the mind balked.

"Eramis, you mount her." Her voice was a low, rich croon, and she spoke slowly, in the dialect that they both knew the human to understand. Marcelline shivered at her words, mouthing something under her breath- but it was not a plea to stop, and so Athrys did not pause, her blunted claws sliding down to slip into the human’s wet entrance. Thanks to their early ministrations, they went easily, though by the squeak that the Lightbearer made in return, she was still dazed enough by desire that it was somewhat unexpected. “She’s not ready for me yet.”

“We prepared her for you,” Eramis protested, her own throat thick with her purr; she’d begun to let out a mating-rumble, she realized, but her own disgust at herself did not last long. Athrys had begun to slowly crook her fingers up and into Marcelline’s cunt, and the movement was so close to what she would do when preparing Eramis that her own slit pulsed in sympathy. “And you are the one being taken by the Gnaw. I thought that you were going to do the honours.”

“Yes, but you’re smaller than me, and fingers can only do so much.” She clicked a reprimand, then spread her fingers wide, baring her slick chamber. Marcelline arched her back against her chest, letting out a sobbing moan, and Eramis watched, almost numb with desire, as she tried to clamp desperately around her mate’s fingers. “I can have my way with her afterwards. Indulge me on this, my dear?”

This last part was said more to Marcelline than to Eramis, her muzzle pushing into the human’s soft curls, and the sight paired with her own maddening desire was enough to pull her over. With a sigh that was more for her own dignity than anything else, she clambered over Athrys’s spread legs to balance herself over the two of them, bracing her secondaries on the arm her mate used to hold the little human in place, while her primaries came to rest on either side of her face, hooking her claws on the plates of Athrys’s chest so that they would not gouge too deeply into too-soft flesh. Athrys trilled, leaning down to nuzzle at her wrist, and the hand that had been playing with the Lightbearer’s cunt wrapped around the base of her ovipositor instead, stroking her with a familiarity that had not waned after centuries apart. Eramis snapped her mandibles and bucked her hips, a low keen tearing itself from her throat before she could swallow it down, and the human underneath her let out a desperate gasp as the head of her ovipositor slid against the heat of her slit, the barbs underneath rubbing up against soft skin.

“Last chance to tap out,” she growled down at the girl, though she knew her voice held no real heat to it- it was hardly anything more than a rumbling purr at this point, not a growl. Marcelline’s big brown eyes stared back at her, her irises a thin ring around her pupil, and the depths of desire in there were as bewildering as they were oddly enticing. “I will not force you to do this if it is not what you desire.”

She got a very earnest headshake in response. Athrys chuckled fondly, then pulled her down, lining her up against the human’s folds, and, with a soft hiss of defeat, Eramis pushed in.

The first thing she noticed was the heat; no Eliksni (bar for maybe Taniks) burned so hot. The second thing was the tightness, and it was this that forced her to grit her fangs together and slow herself down as the human clenched around her, a muffled sound of maybe-pain escaping her mouth as her virgin opening tried to accommodate the sudden girth of her intrusion. Even with the extensive foreplay, fingers could only do so much- this Eramis knew intimately, and it was her own experience that kept her from forcing herself deeper into the girl’s cunt, even as instinct demanded for her to push deeper, further, to penetrate a broodpouch that didn’t exist so that she could hold her down and lay her eggs into the soft, inviting heat of the Lightbearer’s body.

(Distantly, she became aware of the fact that she was very glad that she did not need to lay when they were doing this now. Athrys’s change of heart suddenly made sense.)

“Shh, shh.” Athrys’s voice filtered through the haze of sensations. She was rubbing at the spot where they joined, Eramis realized, and the Lightbearer was making a soft sound of pain through clenched teeth. She forced herself to stay still, waiting for her mate to give her the cue, as both of them adjusted to the sensation of each other’s bodies wrapping together. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

Marcie moaned, and her cunt spasmed around the head of Eramis’s ovipositor, sucking her in. Through the haze of sensation, Eramis realized her opening, and pushed in with the contraction, keeping the pressure slow and steady. She was making soothing sounds as well, she realized, her body hunching over her form so that she could press her muzzle into the silken softness of her hair, and the Lightbearer was responding to her; she was slowly beginning to loosen around her, her body relaxing under Athrys’s gentle touch and Eramis’s restraint. She was silken-soft and deliciously wet, and the feeling of her body squeezing tight around the head of her ovipositor paired with the sweet richness of Athrys’s scent was making her restraint more of a battle than she’d expected, all thoughts of old betrayals and shattered honour flying out the window in favor of focusing on the burning need to not go too fast, too hard, too quickly.

Eramis pushed until she met resistance, and then pulled back out, keeping her movements slow and even. Her barbs slid out easier than expected, dragging against her walls rather than catching on the ridges of a broodchamber, and Marcie let out a high-pitched wail in response, arching her back and spasming around her as she slowly withdrew. It was an alarming sound, but when Eramis paused, concerned about hurting her, she found herself gripped with unnatural strength.

“Please,” Marcelline whispered, using her human tongue rather than the Eliskni she so elegantly used before, “Please, don’t stop. Oh, Traveler, please don’t stop.”

Athrys crooned in assent, nuzzling under her jawline to nip lightly at her exposed throat. Marcie shuddered, and Eramis took that as her cue to continue, pushing herself back in to mate her proper, starting out slow and then moving with increasing speed.

It was nothing like fucking an Eliksni. Marcie was much hotter, much tighter, and she could only push herself so deep without her making a little yelp of pain in response, even though she seemed to be responding to the stimulus with increasing enthusiasm. Eramis dropped her head against her chest, panting hard at the level of restraint needed, and then shivered through her first orgasm with a low, rasping groan, her thrusts growing short and choppy, pushing deep with the instinct to mate. Athrys swept a hand through her crest, rumbling in approval, and Marcie pressed a kiss to her blind side, a soft touch of heat that made her flinch and raise her head off the soft pillow of the human’s breasts.

“Don’t do that,” she rasped, voice still thick with her purr. She glared down at the human with her two remaining eyes, though she knew it had no heat to it, and reached down to flick the useless little nub of her clit in reprimand, pushing herself in deeper as she did so. The squeak she got in response was far more satisfying to hear than it should have been. “Or I may bite you, and then your little machine will have to clean up the mess before we continue.”

By the way her eyes widened, that comment had the opposite effect of what Eramis intended. She huffed at her, snapping her jaws in emphasis, then raised herself back up to resume fucking her, her second wind coming in fast and hard.

“Eramis, I have an idea,” Athrys said suddenly, still in the Drift dialect; Eramis paused, tilting her head at her, and Marcie tipped her head back as far as she could go, blinking. It gave Eramis a better look at what she’d done to her, at least, and it sent a spark of unwilling pride and heat through her as she looked; the lips of Marcie’s cunt were puffy, red, and sopping wet, wrapping as tightly around the faint blue-grey of Eramis’s ovipositor as their mingled fluids oozed out of where they joined, clear white and tinged faint blue with ether. Which, if she recalled correctly, made humans as loose-limbed and foolish as their alcohol did; no wonder Marcelline was taking her mating so well. “Lie back- take her with you as you do- and then tilt your hips up.”

“Why- oh.” The realization filled her with warm affection, and sent a flush of heat burning through her veins. She twitched with want, Marcie glancing down at their joined bodies with confusion, but that did not last long. Eramis slid out of her, and, ignoring her disappointed noise, gathered her up into her arms as she leaned back, careful of her prosthetics as she spread her legs. The human wrapped her arms around her neck, nuzzling into her throat, and Eramis tipped her head up to let her, squinting back at Athrys as she arranged herself against the curve of the nest.“Be gentle. It’s been…a very long while, my love.”

“Of course, my soul.” Athrys purred, rising up to massage Eramis’s wet slit. Marcie glanced up behind her as her bulk loomed over her, and then seemed to catch on to what they were about to do, her eyes widening as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. There was a flush to her face that was no longer just from pure arousal, a wobble to her limbs that could not be attributed to just exertion- the ether in Eramis’s slick was doing work, it seemed, and it amused her more than it should that her body would elicit similar effects for very different reasons in a human as it would in an Eliksni.

“Can I…?” She asked softly, reaching back for Eramis’s ovipositor; her eyes were earnest when she met hers, though they were still clouded with her arousal. She was dripping onto Eramis’s abdominal plates, her body too little for the sheer amount of slick that a full-grown Eliksni in breeding mode could produce, and the nub of her clit was peeking out between her folds, flushed just like the rest of her. The hair around her cunt had been entirely glued down by their mixed fluids. It was, Eramis had to admit, a deeply arousing sight.

“Do as you wish,” Eramis replied, trying for flippant- and failing miserably as Athrys nuzzled under her jaw, mandibles scraping lightly over their mating scars. The light stroking over the seam of her slit moved to pressure, and then Athrys’s fingers were parting her plates, exposing the wet flesh to cool air. Eramis hissed, caught between the heat of Marcie’s hand as it guided her ovipositor back to her opening and the cool air of the ketch, and then all of it faded to sweet, welcoming warmth as Marcie sank down, and Athrys opened her up.

It was more pleasure than she’d felt in a long, long while. Eramis rolled her hips up as Marcie sank down, basking in the noises that the movement elicited, and then purred hard and deep as Athrys stretched her out, a pleasing burn that radiated up from her naval. Athrys nipped at her throat, spreading her loose, and Marcie cried out as she forced herself further down on Eramis’s length than she had before, her little hitching sobs a sharp contrast to the way she suddenly froze and began to pulse rapidly around her.

Eramis opened her eyes, a sliver of concern making itself known in the back of her mind- but she barely had any time to process the fact that she’d just brought a Lightbearer to orgasm before the slick head of Athrys’s ovipositor was pressing against her slit, nudging her open. She angled her hips for easier access, pushing forward against Marcie’s walls as she did so, and then let out a long, clicking trill of relief as Athrys slid in with only a slight, sweet ache, her body recognizing the familiar intrusion.

It felt like coming home, bar the trembling alien pinned between them. Eramis crooned, nuzzling her mate’s muzzle, and Athrys crooned in return, nuzzling her back. She rocked into her with more urgency than she’d shown previously, rumbling quietly, and Eramis matched her pace, dizzy with heat and pleasure and the breathtaking knowledge that despite everything, despite all that had transpired previously, Athrys was still her match, her soulmate, and she still wanted her to the end of their days.

The pace of their coupling forced Marcelline to match their speed- something that Eramis didn’t take into consideration until she heard the human yelp and start gasping in her own language. She didn’t bother to translate it (as if her brain would let her, anyways), but instead tilted her hips forward to drag against that spot that Athrys had noticed when they’d worked on opening her up, amused and pleased at how quickly she could make her come undone with just the momentum of Athrys fucking her open.

It worked. Marcelline shuddered her way through her second orgasm with a wail, and collapsed onto her chest, her hips still raised in invitation as Eramis’s ovipositor plunged in and out of her. Athrys laughed, leaning down to nip affectionately at the back of the human’s neck, and Eramis growled at her in mock-jealousy, biting her snout and holding it tight in her jaws, her own secondary orgasm coming fast at the rake of Athrys’s barbs and the pulsing squeeze of Marcie around her. Athrys shook her free with an amused rumble, and Eramis’s next attempt snapped on thin air, jolting all of them together as she lunged for her mate’s mandibles.

Marcie gasped a prayer to the Traveler, arching her back against the bulk of Athrys’s belly, then began riding her in earnest again, her thrusts looser and sloppier than before. It let the cold air of the Ketch in between them, and Eramis, with a start, realized that she’d soaked the plates of her sheath with something more than just their paired slick, a sweet, alien scent mingling in with the smell of sex. She didn’t have time to feel pride, however- the smooth, hot glide of her ovipositor pumping in and out of the little Lightbearer as Athrys’s barbs raked her walls proved to be too much, and it was not long before she was coming again, groaning long and low as the pulsing heat swept through her, her fangs sinking deep into something hot and soft and yielding and…very much not Athrys.

She blinked her eyes open in surprise, and was met with the sight of Athrys laughing, her ovipositor half-slid out of her as she paused for Eramis’s own benefit. Right by her auriculars, Marcie was making an odd, pained hissing noise- which was, she realized with a surge of horror- because she’d bitten the human right on the breast, her teeth gouging marks into the soft mammary tissue, her scarred side pressed up against her collarbone. Not a mating bite, not quite, but also far too close for comfort.

She unlatched her jaws and jerked her head back, flicking her tongue over the hot alien blood running down her mandibles. The mark she’d left behind was thankfully more shallow than it could have been, for she’d been aiming at nipping at Athrys’s throat rather than piercing the thick leather of her hide, but that meant very little with how delicately thin human skin was in comparison. And indeed, all of her teethmarks were there in full, marked out with shining red alien blood, far more prominent and far deeper than the little pinpricks that Athrys had left behind during their foreplay.

“My apologies,” she said in the human tongue, voice still tight from her mating-croon, though she suspected that her accent wasn’t so bad as to make her words unintelligible to the Lightbearer. “You were not my primary target.”

“You’re okay,” Marcie said, though she winced as she cradled her bitten breast to look at it. She lifted her leg, sliding off of Eramis’s ovipositor, and that made both of them wince in turn as slick gushed down the inside of her leg, not yet solidified into a proper plug. “I kind of expected this to happen when I chose to have sex with an Eliksni, though not…not really here, of all places. I’m kind of honoured, really.”

Eramis grimaced, and folded away the soft sincerity in the human’s tone as something to deal with later. Athrys tilted her head, then nudged forth to look at the wound, holding back her chuckles with a soft, polite cough.

“What is she saying, Eramis?” Athrys asked, still hilted in her; she was holding herself still with remarkable fortitude, though Eramis could tell by the way she throbbed within her that she was impatient with the pause. “Surely it’s not that you’ve marked her for life, and that she will not find any lovers again, am I correct?”

Eramis hissed at her. Marcie flushed, and stopped looking at the wound with big soft prey eyes to push a cloth onto it instead, stopping the bleeding before it could get any worse. “She’s saying that our kind are crude and rough, and that she expected to be injured as such with you teasing me like that.”

Marcie spluttered. Athrys, however, caught onto the sarcasm in her voice, and instead leaned over to grab one of her mandibles in a loving bite, crooning sweetly to her as she resumed her steady pace. It was just on the edge of too much, but it was a welcome overstimulation; Eramis closed her eyes, and tried to lose herself in the familiar push-drag of Athrys within her as her mate let go and nuzzled against her cheek, murmuring into her auriculars in Highspeak. “See? I told you that you’d come around to them.”

Eramis just grunted in response, slinging her legs over Athrys’s hips, forcing her to push in a little deeper. She could almost ignore the sound of the human’s little machine compiling in over the slap of wet carapace on raw flesh as they resumed their mating in earnest, just as she could almost ignore the squawk of surprise it made when it saw the mark she left upon its charge, or the way that the human told it to keep it, rather than heal it in its entirety with the Light.

Almost.

She was never going to lay with a Lightbearer again.

…Or, at the very least, not with Athrys present.

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