"Broken Shards"

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"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf

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[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.

One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.

Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.

Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.

In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.

After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.

Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.

If this man was worth putting back together again.

So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]

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[Knowing or not, Bren was decided. He'd get Essek through this whatever it took -- except the locking him in a closet piece; he would avoid that -- and would rely on the medicines that the healer had left. And the potions she'd promised to send to help him, well, be enough for the drow. If anything, what he was concerned about were his own human shortcomings, and he would do his best to surmount them. Come hells or high water.

He spared a moment to divest himself of his trousers as well -- they would only get in the way -- and stepped close to the bed as Essek settled upon it. For a long moment he watched him, those gold eyes that looked so deep he might drown in them, unreadable in their desire and also trepidation. It would be okay. It would be more than okay. Bren was determined, and he was nothing if not stubborn.

When those arms found their way around him, he sank into the embrace, one knee on the bed and then the other as he joined the other wizard. His arm wound around him.]

Ja, in the drawer...

[Absent minded agreement that he'd heard, but he was entirely distracted by those lips, by melting into kissing Essek as if he had been aching to return to those lips since the healer had arrived. And he had.]

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[ if someone could've perfectly envisioned a scene out of a smut novel, it would start out like this-- with the Zemnian on his knees between the Drow's thighs, of which Essek did lay himself back and absolutely spread himself out; it was a act of supplication that no one else would've been given. While most would be cursed with hisses and claws, only Bren recieved kisses and those softly desperate clinging fingers against skin.

Like a Siren, he was pulling Bren down onto him, above him, one hand against a hip to cup against it, one leg hooking around Bren's thigh to keep him there, and from his lips he was singing the sweetest melody that would drive lesser men to their deaths.

Dimly, before he sank into that haze of lust-- he resolved to himself that he would find something that his Pet wanted above all else, and he would give him that. Be it Dunamancy Lessons, or even a vacation away from Rosohna, some timeless magic relic, he would even give him weapons as long as Bren promised only to protect him. ]

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[It was indeed straight out of the sort of fantasy that Bren would have if he were brave enough, the absolute vision that Essek currently was laid out before him. The invitation was one that Bren could not dream of not immediately accepting, not when every last fiber of his being wanted this man, desired him beyond all logic, beyond any attempt at reason.

He let himself be pulled, one hand bracing against the bed on one side of the drow. He sipped those beautiful sounds from those lips again and again, lost in the sensation of having him. Thankfully in the time of the bath and the healer's visit, his constitution had him recovering enough that he was ready for this new round of lust.

But the way that Essek had settled back, legs spread, inviting Bren in, it was enough that he could ready the unwritten desire in it. But after what Essek had told him before, he couldn't help but want to hear it on his Master's lips properly.]

Do you... do you want me to take you?

[His own voice was rough, raw with desire.

What Essek would learn eventually that what Bren wanted above all else, beyond magic and treasure and anything else, was him.]

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[ There was no one he trusted more in this moment; the way that Bren leaned down to press repeated kisses soft like raindrops against his mouth; the sweet gentleness of weight not firmly being pressed against him. In every action, Essek saw that his Pet was careful not to make him feel like he could not escape. That was it's own gift-- and then when Bren's mouth disconnected from his, his lips parted and he tried to come back up to capture them again, propping himself up with his forearm as he let out a moan.

A sound that stated that he wanted Bren back closer. ] Siyo...

[ To further illustrate this, he arched his hips upward as he tried to make contact with Bren's own lower body-- as if that would draw the other man closer. His fingers found those locks of crimson fire and he curled his hand into then while he pressed kisses against Bren's jawline, against the underside and then a nibbling biting kiss against the neck.

Another word came out of his mouth, slightly muffled by skin. ] M'hrandii--

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[If nothing else, Bren was determined not to be anything like Adeen. Everything about that man was utterly abhorrent, the way he treated Essek, the way he made the other man feel. But then, Bren was by his nature nothing like the arrogant, boorish man who called himself his Master's husband. Even so, it was in the back of his mind.

But now was not the time for thoughts of Essek's unfortunate spouse.

No, right now all he wanted to think about was the beautiful man and those sweet songs that slipped from his lips. Bren yielded, claiming those lips in a kiss once more.]

Ah... I want that too. Very much. You will tell me if you want me to stop, ja?

[For any reason, if Essek changed his mind. It was Bren's turn to exhale a shaky moan at the feeling of that mouth against his jaw, the teeth scraping over skin.]

Mm? What was that, Master?

[A word he had not heard before, but it sounded important somehow. Still Bren was easily distracted by the way Essek moved against him. His hand dragged down along one thigh. He would need to retrieve the oil from the drawer, but he couldn't bring himself to put enough space between them for even that small errand. Not now, not yet. No, instead he rocked against him, his now fully hard prick an insistent press against the drow.]

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[ While there was a fire underneath Essek's skin, there was no hurry nor rush in this moment-- he was still clinging to half lucidity, there was desire there in his mien but also he exhibited trust for Bren, an acknowledgement that he wanted Bren to take this step, wanted to give him permission to be there over him and on the precipice of mating with him. It was something he'd never had an interest in, and he'd had bad associations with it but instinctively he knew his mate would not hurt him, he trusted his mate with every fiber of his being.

He shifted so that he could link a pathway back up that neck, so that he could sink his tongue into Bren's mouth as they ground into each other.

From there he could taste nectar and strawberries, his lover's taste-- the best taste in the world and he used this opportunity to lick out that mouth as if it was the only goal in his mouth; hot open-mouthed kisses that felt nearly breathless, but also a sharing of breath.

He was covered by his mate but he did not feel like he was being trapped nor pressed. At any moment he knew he could escape if he wanted to, just an inclination and his wishes would be adhered to. Right now though his wishes were tied up in being one with this man.

Essek's tongue retreated to invite Bren in, to allow him to taste him in the most filthy way possible. ]

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[Bren had never been wanted quite like this, and in many ways he did not know entirely how to handle it. But he also knew without a sliver of a doubt that all of him was meant to belong to Essek Thelyss, that he would tear the world down to ashes for this man, if only to make him smile, to keep him safe.

That Essek was trusting him with this act, with something he had so clearly been burned by before, that was more precious than any treasure he could imagine.

He fellt into that kiss, like he wanted to be devoured, like he wanted to devour in turn. Breathing was an afterthought, but desire was not. It lingered at the forefront of his mind. Not wanting to break the kiss, he fumbled blindly for the bedside drawer until his fingers could find and wrap around one of the fine crystal bottles he knew were inside. They'd need this and oh he wanted to know what it was like to be inside his Master, to move together as one and have the other man in such a raw and intimate way.

Finally breaking from those lips, he sat back just enough to uncap the bottle, the soft floral scent of the oil rising into the air. He coated his fingers, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on the drow's face.]

If I do anything you do not like, you will tell me?

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[ There was no one that Essek trusted more than Bren in this moment, in that hazy lust filled state that ran through his body and made it alight with instinctual pheremones; reluctantly he let Bren go enough that his Mate could get out what he needed, and perhaps coupled with a needy whine that felt both of Essek and not of him.

It was the dual-nature of it, of himself. He managed to nod at the simple ask, spreading his legs as permission that he would allow the man between them, baring his thighs and everything else that lay between-- dusk coloured legs that was blossomed on it freckled stars.

He would become impatient very quick if he did not recieve Bren back soon-- with the air that was kissing Bren not his own.. such an innately territorial thought that had eveything to do with the mating feelings that had taken over in full glory.

Though Essek did not think it would become too much at all. ]

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[Those legs spread and Bren could not keep his eyes from roaming over the other man's entire form, that softly star-kissed skin, those lithe legs, the way that flushed cock begged for attention. All of him was so enticing that Bren had no hope of every resisting him at all. He had fallen, would be falling for the rest of his life.

Slickened fingers teased at that tight pucker, slow and deliberate. He watched Essek's face -- beautiful face that it was -- to watch his reaction. More pressure and he began to press one digit inside.]

I want you so much... do you know?

[A quiet murmur, heated, voice roughened by that desire.]

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[ That was one of the most rhetorical statements that Essek had ever heard, that nearly answered itself; but the only thing that Essek could concentrate on was how much he wanted Bren, wanted the man between his legs in the most age-old primal way. It was raw and it was all consuming the way that he felt, like his every nerve was on fire.

It did not help that Bren was a thing of fire, molten lava and heat-- he was fire at its very core right now and Essek nearly melted in response. The near non-give that normally heralded Essek's body in couplings with Adeen was simply not there, he was like cutting into softened cheese, like some expensive rounds found on the finest platters of the Empire and Dynasty.

I am burning for you. [ Essek's voice was slightly trembled, edged with a quality that was all sensuality. There was emphasis on the for you. It almost implied that he was not only caught on fire, but that Bren was the catalyst-- that he was the reason for the conflagration. ]

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[Bren was still marveling at it, that it was actually him that Essek wanted to help him through this -- whatever it was that had brought it on, Bren would do what he could to make it as painless and good for Essek as he could. Essek deserved that. Gods he deserved the world.

He twisted his finger in deeper, though he could feel the way the drow's body reacted so deliciously for him, welcoming the touch. Still, he was well aware how much Essek had despised being taken by Adeen, and Bren would see this as different an experience as could possibly exist. A second finger, and he found himself shivering in a sudden thrill at those words.

At that for you. Because it did sound like some strange confession, didn't it? But it couldn't be. Wishful thinking at best.]

Then we are burning together.

[His fingers went searching, knowing that spot he was looking for, wanting to watch Essek react for him. If he had his way, he'd coax an orgasm out of him with his fingers alone before fucking him -- giving his human constitution something of a headstart, so to speak.]

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[ That bundle of nerves was found, hidden deep inside of him-- and then Essek let out a soft sob as something pleasureable went through him. With Adeen, it had been painful and incessant, as if Adeen was attempting to hammer something inside of him-- it had been uncomfortable. And yet underneath Bren's adept fingers, a frission was coaxed, unmitigated pleasure that caused him to further see a haze of red.

He was arching his hips upward in a certain sort of wantonness, and then he leaned upwards so that he could scrape his teeth against the top of Bren's chest.

That was perhaps all that Bren needed to feel to understand that Essek was slowly metamorphising into a feral creature bourne of instincts alone. That it was Bren that he wanted, that he needed to feel his lover deep inside of him, needed him multiple times as the wave of lust grew ever upward. ] Mmmm it feels.. so good.

[ This did not stop him whatsoever from greedily taking what Bren was offering, lifting his hips up in a manner that was almost a defiance of gravity, with his shoulders on the bed but his hips rising up to meet those fingers that fucked him out so perfectly. ]

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[It was the most incredible spell that Bren had ever cast, the way Essek reacted to his touch, those sounds and the way that lithe, graceful body arched as if gravity had no hope of ever holding the Shadowhand to its wishes. No, it was the other way around; gravity worshipped at the altar of this beautiful man.

His fingers massaged over that little bundle again and again, pausing long enough to nudge a third finger inside, hissing his own pleasure at the way he could feel his Master's body yield for him.]

Good, it is meant to feel good. I want to make you feel better than you have ever felt... I want to make this good for you.

[And oh he wanted to be inside him. He was sure that Essek was ready for him, but he still lingered, leaning close to capture those plush lips, that irresistible mouth.]

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[ The kiss was a scrape of teeth, those sharp incisors ferally nipping against Bren's mouth, would cause further reddening with the way that he tugged and pulled. And yet it still was not rough enough to cause pain, just enough that it was an indication that this felt good, and it did-- fingerpads massaging into his walls, more touches against his prostate.

His own cock was leaking against their bodies, pressing upward insistantly against Bren's navel, so that the other man could feel his ridged flesh attempting to gain purchase, he was panting and nearly de-regulated with his body on fire.

This was his M'hrandii, he was his-- his and he needed him in a primal and vital way, this was not just his pet but his mate and he was answering to that call. A few more strangled moans as Bren fucked him with those adept fingers, his mouth and tongue hungry and opening up underneath Bren's mouth and then he was coming.

It was a violent and nearly obscene thing with his body pushing against those fingers and his spend painting that abdomen, that cock with slick-- so much, and his body trembling while his body heightened it's body temperature. ] Pleasepleaseplease--

[ He wanted, no he needed Bren inside of him; this felt like almost a tease. But at the very least if Bren mated with him now, he could be assured at least a space of rest afterwards. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was attempting some self preservation for once in his life, given that the healer said they would send the potion for his stamina, and until it arrive he was on his very human own. He did not want to let Essek down in any way, after all. That was entirely unthinkable. His Master needed him, and Bren needed to take care of him.

He kissed Essek like he was surviving only by grace of the sounds that spilled from the drow's lips, devouring them with eager lips and teeth and tongue.

He only broke from the kiss when he felt that first heated splash of seed against his stomach, the slick, pearlescent mess that Essek had made between the both of them. Bren found himself looking down at the other man, watching the way he trembled, and then those pleading words spilling from his lips. Bren could not deny him anything, would never deny him anything, but certainly not now.]

Ja, of course. Of course, I will give you what you want. I will give you everything.

[And he would not draw that wait out any longer. His fingers slipped free of that tight passage, trying not to think too much about the way he could feel those muscles tensing and quivering around them and what it would feel like to bury his cock deep inside.

Bren settled himself between Essek's legs, kneeling, sitting back on his heels as he reached out and wrapped his hands around Essek's hips and pulled, drawing the drow closer, tilting those hips up so that he could press the tip of his cock against that eager hole.]

Ich habe dich. Ich liebe dich.

[Softly murmured secrets he barely realized he was voicing, but they were promises, and he began to push inside him, hissing as he sank into that perfect, pliant body.]

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[ Essek's legs were spread and then those legs as they were spread draped against those thighs, and then he felt the way that the cock pressed insistently against his quivering hole the way that it almost begged for being filled. He heard those strange words in Bren's home language and he wondered what that meant-- but that was a hazy thought and would not see the light of lucidity.

His fingers clenched in shoulders and he attempted to rock his hips upward even further, a ill-gained attempt to bring Bren inside of him.

Those lips then gained purchase, tasting those strange foreign words on his tongue, and as he did so-- he tasted the hiss-- the way the saliva seemed to sweeten between hisses against his own tongue. How the drow wrapped around him, squeezing the cocktip inch by inch that was presented to him. Underneath him the bed hugged him close with the weight of Bren's body sandwhiching him with warmth.

Essek's own desire was vented in anxiety as well, his body undergoing it's first heat so the feeling of weight over him was a certain amount of calming ]

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[Bren could feel the way the other man seemed to melt beneath his weight, and he took it as encouragement, to slip one arm beneath, until he could cradle the back of Essek's head, fingers slipping into the start of soft white curls. He kissed him continuously, interspersed with soft murmurs, promises of taking care of him, of making him feel good of being everything he wanted him to be. He slipped between Common and Zemnian and the snippets of Undercommon that he had learned.

A rock of his hips, again and again bit by bit he sank his cock inside that passage, groaning to his lover's lips in pleasure at the feeling of it. His hips came to rest against the drow's ass, fully hilted inside him.

Another kiss, softer, and he murmured.]

You feel so perfect... are you all right? Is it good?

[But he already knew the answer to that, with the way Essek was clinging to him, the way that hole seemed to want to draw him in even deeper, as if that were even possible.]

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[ Right now Essek was both filled by Bren and also surrounded by him, there was an ache deep within him that felt nearly painful but right now he almost felt like it was going to be stoked; there was a half-sob of pleasure-relief that was pressed against that mouth; his own fingers nails and all digging into Bren's freckled shoulders and making new marks there.

That sob was answer enough though he did nod in response regardless.

Those luminous gold eyes that looked up into blue; blue that he drowned in. His M'hrandii-- in his hazed state he recognized it, and that his mate only wanted to protect him-- care for him.

It was an intimate moment and not one that he had ever experienced with Adeen; while the previous experience had been one of digust and shame, this felt different-- this was full of affection. Despite the affection though, he did not want Bren to hold back and as his fingers moved to cling at the back of the neck, he breathed out. ] Y--yes.. you feel very.

[ His teeth scraped against Bren's lower lip. ]

Do not.. be gentle, I need you to imprint yourself.. [ He wanted his Pet to mold to him, to make him perfectly sized to accomodate. ]

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[Bren liked that sharp press of nails, knowing that Essek was clinging so tightly to him, like he was the last certain thing left in the storm that was building around them, sweeping the rest of the world away so it was only them and the need and desire, the traded kisses and sweat-damp skin. He looked down at the drow, into those gold-soaked eyes.

For just a moment he rested his forehead against the other man's. Do not be gentle. It shook the tethers of his self control, and Bren would give Essek what he wished. Gods he needed it too, needed to stake this claim here. His. He'd long accepted that he belonged to Essek, but this was the first time he was brave enough to even have the thought that the other man could also be his.]

I need you too... need to have you. I...

[Dangerous words, so close to things he ought not say. He should remember his place, remember who and what he was.

But right now all he could think about was how it felt like they were made for each other.

Drawing his hips back, slow and deliberate, he stopped when only the head of his cock was still inside, drawing out that scintilla more so that he could feel the way Essek's hole seemed to try to cling to the head of his prick. And then he thrust in, in one fluid motion, hard and deliberate, hips crashing to ass, then repeated again and again, as if he fully intended on fucking Essek straight into the bed until it broke beneath them.]

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[ It was a claiming that Essek needed, it was a claiming that would rope between the both of them because Essek would need that same feeling of all-encompassing as their bodies collided repeatedly. Those words in that Zemnian-accented voice, it was a rumbling purr-- it felt like a beautiful string of tonal endearments. And then that first thrust came, deliberate and set to utterly destroy him in all the most beautiful ways.

He would never give that to anyone but this man.

His ankles locked around Bren's waist and then he was fucked into the bed, his own body only bouncing a little bit. Fever ran through him and then a sharp little cry of pleasure slipped from those lips in an entreaty for more; oh gods, that did feel good-- like a cooling agent that was bellbent on estinguishing the fire within him at least temporarily.

His eyes slightly glazed, that warm honey look slightly dazed at the haze of lust that wrapped around them; but it was coloured with something far more enduring and binding. Those eyes spoke please even as soft gasps emmerged from his mouth, and then his walls were squeezing as if trying to prevent Bren from leaving him which caused it's own bout of friction. ]

You feel so good.. please please please.. Bren, please-- [ Begging for more contact, more closeness, begging for Bren to fill him and ease that ache inside him because he was the ONLY man who could do so. ]

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Ja... yes. Gods, yes... anything. Ask me for anything, and it is yours. I am yours...

[Words just spilling past his lips as if he couldn't possibly stop them now that they had started. He fell into a rhythm of moving with Essek, something primal and instinctual, stripped down to the very elements of existence. He could not resist falling straight into those molten gold eyes, losing himself in them and then finding himself more complete in the next breath.

A roughened groan at the way those walls gripped at him, spurring him on. His hips rolled now, trying to find the angle that would bring him moving relentlessly over that spot inside him. He stole another kiss, then kissed and mouthed his way down his jaw, teeth scraping, tongue tasting skin, down until he could bury his face against his neck, could bite there, harder than he had consciously intended to, not near enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. His.]

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[ Being claimed as such by Bren, it fulfilled some basic primal need within him that his body desired and craved-- there would be marks on his neck left by Bren's teeth, there would be the feeling of where Bren had been to the core of him that he would feel for perhaps days, of course he would because he fully intended on letting Bren in again and again, it would be a symbiotic communion of desire where they would both take turns being claimed.

A gasp as his hips rolled in time with Bren's own downward thrusts, meeting while that spot was slammed again repeatedly. His fingers buried in hair and he roughly panted out his own pleasure, tasting the air and the slight mist of sweat that surrounded them. ]

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[Bren panted against Essek's skin, murmuring words that barely approached coherence. Their meaning was still clear, wordless need and desire and love. Oh he loved this man, wanted to be with him. Like this. Like anything, as long as he was allowed to stay by his side.

A shiver, and he could feel his own release building, the pleasure wrung from him with every sound Essek made, those fingers tangled in his hair.

A soft brush of his lips against the mark that he left, and he murmurs, lips finding their way to the shell of that finely pointed ear.]

Will you come for me? I want to feel you coming around me while I fill you up.

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[ The touch felt like a brush of heaven, the whisper was both warm and cool-- teasing him with heat and relief; he found he could not do anything, no words except to nod, and then he bucked upward and then it was a frenzy while his panting filled the air around him. With deep hunger he rose up to meet those downward thrusts, fisting his fingers in hair while he rode out the depths at which Bren plumbed him.

He wanted to be filled up with Bren's seed, wanted to take him as one took a mate, accepted and perhaps even accept that seed; though it was often times uncommon to breed for a drow man though it had been known to happen underneath the auspice of True Mates.

Essek could feel himself grow close and then he took Bren's hand and then he placed it between them so that his lover could stroke him with every thrust. Meanwhile at the very least he was able to use gravity to support Bren if but a little bit, to take the stress off of him, adjusting gravity for the both of then, ]

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[Bren was still thoroughly oblivious to the idea of being Essek's mate. It was a concept unknown to him, after all. But oh if he knew he would count himself the luckiest man in existence, to belong in that way to this beautiful, merciful creature.

As it was, he'd be very surprised when the truth of all this came out, when what they were unknowingly creating between the two of them became known. Surprised but happier than he had any right to be, than he could ever hope to truly deserve.

He let his hand be guided, fingers curling around that shaft, already slick with spend, moving his hand in time with the almost punishing thrusts inside the drow. He was chasing his own climax now, maddeningly close even if by all rights he should have been wrung dry. Another thrust and his rhythm stuttered, hips jerking in short stacatto motions, more rutting against him than thrusting now as he spilled himself deep inside, painting that tight passage white with his release.]