middaeg | Mareuer Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [closed]

You— aah!

[ the harsh bite earns cu another drawn out moan from flat, who scratches lines down his neck. unlike his need to claim him, flat’s harshness comes from a lack of knowing anything different. while he doesn’t know violence like his bonded, he has never known gentleness either.

he can feel the pricks of blood running down his neck, but that’s not nearly as important as the heat between his legs as he grinds back against cu’s erection with an edge of desperation, his breath is coming out in short, heated pants. ]

[ While it may be all that Flat knows, it doesn't bother him one bit. Softness never suited someone like Berserker (though he's not one to turn it down). There are a few faded bruises and scratches on his back and collarbones, evidence of where Diarmuid recently left marks of his own. The scratches get him to moan finally, arching into it. The roughness feels so good, a sharp pain mixed with the pleasure of their still clothed cocks rubbing against each other.

He's quick to unfasten his own trousers, moving to Flat's a moment after. It's just enough to make it easier to push them off later. One hand slips inside of Flat's trousers, beneath any cloth barriers, and starts to stroke him. The blood he can smell gets lapped up eagerly with another soft moan. ]

[ cu’s tongue against his skin feels ridiculously good, a contrast with how hot his skin feels, even without his shirt on. it’s almost a caring gesture and, had he not been so overwhelmed by all his other senses, he might have gone ahead to make some comment that would have ruined this for the both of them.

lucky that cu knows how to keep him busy now, and flat gasps sharply as soon as his hand wraps around his length. he moves his hips in time with the stroke, he himself grasping at whatever he can grab. pulling roughly on his hair or digging nails into his skin—anything to make his presence known.

he moans hot and needly into his bonded’s ear, and he feels himself grinning despite it all. ]

Come on, Cu, isn’t— [ another whine, one that he has to bite down his lip to keep down. he still wants to maintain some control over himself! ]—isn’t it easier to just take them off?

[ Keeping him busy is his goal here: overwhelm him so he can't say something dumb and ruin everything. Berserker stops for a moment and pulls his hand out of Flat's pants. He, unfortunately, has a point. So he doesn't respond verbally, he just pulls his them down as much as he can. He deals with his own shortly after that, struggling to get the closure around his tail open for a moment. These extra appendages are a pain in the ass...

Excess clothing dealt with, he pushes Flat onto his back and crawls over top of him. In this position, their size difference is even more evident; Berserker practically dwarfs him in comparison. He leans down on one arm and reaches the other between his Bonded's legs, stroking him once again. ]

Now...Do you have anything else you want to complain about?

[ flat is incredibly pliant as cu manhandles him. he enjoys it, actually, all the way from their height difference to the near feral tone in the dragon's voice, like he will actually tear him to pieces if he so much says as one wrong thing.

well, he's never had self-preservation as one of his defining qualities. ]

Not for now, hah--[ an attempt at a laugh turns into another moan that he cuts short, as he lifts his hips to cu's strokes. it feels great, and the continued attention gets precum to begin beading at the tip.

instead of talking, he decides that it's better to use his mouth for something else, and he leans to close the distance between himself and cu in another heated kiss, using teeth and tongue alike. ]

[ Berserker's cock is painfully hard and throbs with need from watching Flat squirm beneath him. It's intoxicating to feel what his Bonded does, heightening his own arousal and driving him closer to losing any control he has left. Instead of ignoring himself, he wraps his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together.

He meets Flat's kiss with equal fervor, growling low in his throat. There's blood in the kiss and Berserker doesn't know or care whose it is. It only makes him that much more aroused, practically sending him into a frenzy. He bucks his hips harder into his own hand and against Flat's cock. His tail twitches and flicks with agitation.

He breaks away from the kiss to mutter in a low, feral growl. ]

I'm going to tear you apart...

Do it.

[ flat can't growl. he doesn't have claws nor does he have fangs, hell, cu literally towers over him with far more muscle than he could ever dream to have. in every way shape and form, he's basically the dragon's prey, merciless under his grasp.

and yet his eyes shine with a feral glint, the grin on his face toothy and wild as he pulls cu down by his hair back into the kiss. it's hurried and messy--the same way an asphyxiated person is desperate for oxygen, flat is desperate for the contact. he jerks his hips up in tandem with cu, like two cogs that fit perfectly for at least this one moment.

he moans into the kiss, hooking his legs over cu's back, in a need to keep the dragon close to him. he doesn't care about being torn apart, just so long as he stays close. ]

[ That reply is almost enough to make him want to come like they are now. It would be satisfying, but not as much as it would be to finally fuck Flat. He can't stop thinking about how good it would feel to completely overwhelm him and force his knot inside him as he comes...Now that's all he wants.

Unfortunately, there's a little more work that needs to be done before he can feel that. Berserker pulls away and sits back with marked reluctance. With a grunt, he leans over to dig around in the nightstand drawer. A few moments of frustrated digging later, he settles back with the prize: a bottle of neutral oil. He pulls the cap off with his teeth and pours a generous amount along his cock. His claws are too intrusive for any sort of more in depth preparation, so...sorry, Flat.

Satisfied with how coated his dick is, he settles back over Flat. He pushes his thighs wider apart to give him better access to what he wants. His slicked cock slides down between his cheeks, pressing in already. ]

Are you sure you can take me...?

[ there's a sense of clarity the moment that cu pulls back. it's not without a small whine, though he knows that what he's doing is necessary if they want to continue.

his eyes follow berserker throughout, almost as if fixed on how he coats himself with the oil and he can't help but feel both embarrassment and a very intense want. he wants his bonded with an intensity that surprises even himself, far beyond most things that he has ever wanted in his life.

so as cu lines up with his entrance, the tip pressing in, there's little hesitation in flat. even with as large as the dragon may be--and he is large. but hey, he's never said no to a challenge. ]

One hundred percent. [ a beat. a smile. ] I want you.

[ That's good enough for him. If there had been any doubt, he would have stopped; he doesn't want to actually hurt Flat (not in a way he doesn't seem to enjoy, anyway). He starts to press in more insistently, a pleasant groan coming from him as he feels himself slide in.

As a distraction from the intensity of the penetration and to keep his mouth busy, Berserker leans down to kiss him. It's messy, wet, and wanting, an outlet for the uncontrolled lust coursing through him right now. He can barely keep control of himself long enough to not just force his way into Flat, all the way to his knot. ]

A-aah—

[ flat appreciates the kiss as an outlet. he really, really does. feeling cu pushing inside is a strange feeling, like getting the air knocked out of him and being set on fire all at the same time—but in a good way? he would have no idea how to describe it normally, and much less when his mind is clouded by the sensation of actually getting fucked. his cock, achingly hard, drips precum lazily onto his own body as cu settles himself in.

he groans and gasps into the kiss, grabbing fistfuls of cu’s hair to keep himself tethered to him, like he might fall apart if he doesn’t. similar to an echo chamber, the lust that cu feels only helps intensify flat’s own desires even more and, once flat feels like he’s even remotely ready for this, he breathes out a shaky sigh, legs trembling. ]

Please—please move.

[ He growls as Flat grabs his hair -- he likes it. The sharp sting only makes him more eager to do as he's asked. It's such an earnest request that it would be cruel to deny him. Berserker noses underneath his chin, catching the skin on his throat between his teeth. That's just a tease before he sinks his teeth into the side of Flat's neck (the only he hadn't already chewed up).

Holding that bite firmly, he rocks his hips enough to pull out just a little bit, then bucks in hard. It's not a fast pace he sets, rather it's rough. Flat is still tight around his cock, feeling his walls around every ridge and bump on his cock. ]

Aah--!

[ flat yelps when he feels the teeth dig into his neck again, the strength of it also drawing blood from that side as well. the noise is drawn out into a pleasured groan when cu slams his hips against him.

his mind feels like it's in a haze, every nerve on fire as he's quickly overwhelmed by the rough pace that cu sets. each time his bonded rocks his hips against him, he pushes back as best as he can--it's hard to do anything when he's practically held in place by cu's bite.

and yet, being manhandled like that is such a turn on for him that he can't help but grip the dragon harder, moaning louder as the heat pools in his stomach. ]

Cu--haah--that's...that's good.

[ He finally releases the bite, lapping eagerly at the blood. It's not that he intended to overwhelm Flat, it's just what happens when he gets so worked up. And, in a way, Flat asked to be overwhelmed. This is just the way Berserker claims what's "his". The witch is his bonded and he's more than happy to make that fact clear to anyone that might see.

The dragon's noises become more and more feral as he continues to fuck Flat rough and hard. Grunts turn into growls and he almost seems too far gone to his own instincts to speak right now. He rakes his claws down whatever of his bonded's skin that he can get a hold of. The tip of his tail wraps around Flat's cock to give him some sort of relief from the sharper sensations he gives him. ]

[ flat does not mind any of this one bit. he gives in to every sensation, sharp and pleasurable alike, as cu continues to claim him as his. in a way, it makes him feel safe, it makes him feel like he’s wanted, as claws drag down ugly lines over his skin.

it feels right.

the feeling of cu’s tail on his hard cock, however, does come as a surprise for flat, who breathes in something between a sharp gasp and a drawn out moan. not an unpleasant one in the least, but he immediately rocks his hips, trying to get as much of the sensation as he can.

the more cu fucks him, the closer that flat can feel feel his orgasm approaching. he’s moaning loudly against cu’s ear, hot and full of want. ]

Cu—! I-I’m close-aah—

[ He wants to tell Flat to come, to encourage him with lewd, wanting words, but all he manages is a loud, guttural growl. Berserker is completely lost in the moment and what he feels through their bond. The intensity of sex with his bonded is unmatched, nearly overwhelming to him every time. His tail continues to work the witch's arousal; it's not exactly the most finessed motion, but it gets the job done.

The dragon thrusts in up to his knot, the girth of it threatening to breach Flat. He seems determined to press it in, rocking his hips incessantly. With a moan that borders on a roar, he forces the whole of his cock inside of his bonded. And then he comes, thick spurts of his seed flowing into Flat's ass. ]

[ the sensation of cu’s knot breaching him is the last thing that flat needs in order to come. with a final cry of cu’s name, his body trembles he comes hard on himself and on the dragon’s tail.

the sensation of being filled with his bonded’s cum makes him moan and shudder, and he’s clearly overstimulated beyond belief...but it’s not a bad thing either. if he had wanted it to stop, then he would have done so before. he enjoys this feeling, as painful and loving and all consuming as it is.

with tears in his eyes, he tugs on cu’s hair—with far more gentleness than before—to pull him into a slow kiss. ]

[ It's going to be a bit before he softens enough to pull out of Flat. His tail releases his cock, ignoring the mess for now. He's still breathing heavily, still trying to calm his borderline feral mind. The kiss helps. Gentle contact after that rough fuck soothes him.

He cups Flat's cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. His mind is too far gone for words right now, but at least he can return the gentle affection. ]

Aah...

[ flat moans quietly into the kiss, his body still sensitive as he still has cu’s cock deep inside. there’s no reason to fight it, so he simply gives into it—gives himself to his bonded. it’s a sign of the trust that he has built with the dragon, one that he believes (hopes) is mutual.

the blankness of his mind that the rough sex provided is beginning to ebb away as thoughts begin to surface back slowly and he becomes more aware of what they both did.

he laughs softly in cu’s ear, leaning against him. ]

Guess we... took it a little too far...aahaha...

[ he sounds pleased, however. like a cat that ate the canary. ]

[ Slowly he edges his way out of Flat, grimacing at the how oversensitive his cock is. Berserker rests alongside him and looks over the damage he did. Maybe he did get a little carried away...

His own wounds start to throb now that the endorphins have worn off. Maybe some clean-up is in order. ]

Stay here, I'll be right back.

[ He gets up and leaves the room, not bothering to clothe himself at all. He returns a moment later with a basin of hot water and a washcloth. ]

Let me clean you up.

[ he watches cu leave with a calmness that almost bordered on exhaustion. he felt like he had a clear mind for now—though it won’t last, he knows.

closing his eyes, he lets the magic run to heal some of the wounds, at least to stop the bleeding. some scratches still remain open, but he no longer wants to put the effort into closing them. that can be something for tomorrow, if necessary.

he does give cu a somewhat confused look when he comes back, but followed by a small smile. ]

You’d do that? Hehe, thank you.

It's the least I can do.

[ He starts to clean up the scratches and bites, surprisingly gentle and meticulous. Care is taken with every touch of the cloth against Flat's skin. Maybe Everett was right about aftercare...This is a way to bond and soothe after sharing something so intense.

The water quickly turns a rusty color as he works. Maybe he'd gone a little overboard...It's fine. Flat seemed to like it well enough. Satisfied with his work, he sets the basin aside for now. He caresses Flat's back and side with a faint smile. ]

Better?

Ow—

[ the warm water on his skin feels nice, for the most part. he enjoys the gentleness from cu, despite the occasional hiss when the water touches a deeper scratch.

not to say that he didn’t enjoy it at the time, though. and he does not regret it, not one bit.

at cu’s question, flat nods in agreement. ]

Yeah. [ he leans against his bonded, the exhaustion quickly overtaking him. ] Thanks...for everything. Always.

You don't need to thank me. [ His own cleanup could wait for a bit. Berserker's content to sit here with Flat for a while longer. ] ...You're going to tell the truth if anyone asks about these marks, aren't you?

[ Not that he cares. He's sure most people expect that kind of explanation if they know a person is bonded to a monster. ]

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