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Please note that this story is rated M for mature.

Just a note to start us off here: The characters in this story are supernatural beings. One is a Demon and the other is a High Elf. Neither have specific ages mentioned in the story itself, however, both of them are well over eighteen years of age. On top of that, there are also other Demons, Vampires, Elves & High Elves, Witches(like magic witches, not Wiccan witches), Werewolves, Warlocks, mentions Dark Elves, the Fae, Dragons, plus some… Everything in this story is straight up just fantasy stuff.

This is all a work of fiction. It is NOT intended to represent anything I believe in or whatever. It is based in an Alternate Universe, and obviously, nothing in this book is intended to be taken as fact.

Let’s get on with the list of warnings, then.

This story contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and has A/O dynamics. It contains BDSM, Master/slave Dynamics, ¹ Total Power Exchange, Nesting, Master Bottom/slave top, Demon Alpha, Teasing, Master Honorific for Naevys, Alpha Honorific for Isoloses during Mating Cycles, Self-Lubrication, Odd Anatomy, Cock Binding, Light CBT, Blowjobs, Scratching,  ² Bondage, Size Difference, Size Kink, Power-Bottom, Mating Cycles (Heat/Rut), ³ Orgasm Control, Humiliation Kink, Degradation kink, Temporary Womb Tattoo,  Overstimulation, Knotting, Knotting on Command, Cumming on Command, Cumming Untouched, Cock Stepping, Light Foot Fetish, Throat Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Use Of Magic, Cockwarming, Fingering, Public Cockwarming, Masochism, Sadism, Sex Outside, Knife Play, Thigh Humping, Scenting, Pre-Heat,  ⁴ Role-Reversal(Switches), Mating Cycles, Breeding Kink,  ⁵ Omega Roleplay, Exhibitionism, Hair Pulling, Biting, Handjobs, Mutual Masturbation, Sword Fighting, Hyperspermia, Cumfilation(light), Stomach Bulge, Sex Toy, ⁶ Electro Play, Group Sex, Orgy, Cum Eating, Rimming, Multiple Orgasms, Face Sitting, Double Blow Job, Office Sex, Creampies, Biting Kink, Masturbation, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Begging, Mirror Sex, Asphyxiation, Collaring, Leashing, Breeding, M-Preg, Cross-Race Breeding, Demon/High Elf Sex, ⁷ Non-Traditional BDSM, Subspace, Cumming in Underwear, Cum Play and probably some other stuff too.

¹Total Power Exchange: Isoloses gives Naevys complete control of himself to Naevys through their pact. Naevys has full control of Isoloses, if he says jump, Isoloses has no choice but to jump. Literally. Anything that Naevys commands of him, he must do thanks to the pact, however, I want to lay it out right now–Naevys knows Isoloses’s limits and he does not use it to harm, persuade Isoloses into having sex, or violate consent in any way. They’ve been together a long time so I didn’t put them having many in-depth conversations about their limits and all of that because it just wouldn’t make sense and it’d bulk the book up a bunch needlessly. Even so, I realize that because Isoloses cannot refuse commands it was important to make a note here.

²Bondage: Vines… Naevys has the ability to manipulate nature of all kinds–from plant life to rocks, stone, and other naturally occurring minerals to varying degrees. Naevys uses his ability to control plant life to call vines and manipulate them however he wants–so Isoloses gets tied up with vines. That’s all I have to say on the matter.

³Orgasm Control: Isoloses’s orgasm is controlled by his pact with Naevys  if Naevys commands it as so. Naevys can make Isoloses cum with a single word, and he can stop his orgasm right in the middle of it. The command is nullified when Naevys gives Isoloses permission to cum the last time if a command is in place thanks to a former command issued much earlier in their relationship: If I command you not to cum, the command is nullified 20 minutes after the end of sexual activity unless otherwise specified.

⁴Role-Reversal(Switches): When Isoloses is in a rut, and Naevys is in heat, Isoloses is dominant and Naevys is submissive. During the heat/rut chapters, Naevys is submissive to Isoloses–another thing they started well before the start of this story. Naevys enjoys it, he is not by any means forced into submission by Isoloses. Naevys has complete control over Isoloses regardless of whom is ‘dominant’ in a scene or scenario. Naevys can always command Isoloses to stop and it immediately would stop–even with his rut, the power of the pact is stronger. Isoloses just has to tell Naevys to stop and the same is expected and returned–Naevys would stop.

⁵Omega Roleplay: Isoloses is an Alpha, and Naevys has a heat cycle that isn’t synonymous with being an omega. Naevys, as an elf, is not an omega–he could top or bottom during his heat. He roleplays as an omega during his heat cycle when he’s with Isoloses, though.

⁶Electro Play: Isoloses has a spark ability that he can use–so that’s a thing that happens. I didn’t really know how to tag it other than electro-play, but I want to specify. It is magical and while it is similar to electricity it is not actually electricity. Either way, I cannot in good conscious post this without saying: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME PLEASE?! Please?! Okay, now that I said that, we’ll continue on.

⁷Non-Traditional BDSM: This story is set in an alternate universe, and the characters in this story are not trained. They’ve been together for over eight hundred years and know each other well enough to not have to have many discussions at this point. They don’t have a set contract, they don’t always talk about what they’re going to do unless it’s something different from the norm for them. I went over this a bit in Once Bitten, Forever Intertwined on its disclaimer page, however, I’ll reiterate here: I feel as though immortal beings would have much fewer reservations with sexual intercourse and as such, something ‘kinky’ to humans isn’t even something that they think twice about. Isoloses is consensually Naevys’s slave, and Naevys is consensually Isoloses’s Master, but to them, they’re not really having kinky sex, they’re just having sex. Isoloses is a full-on Submissive, he enters subspace from having sex, and by our standards, they’re practicing BDSM. By their standards, it’s just a normal Sunday.

Additional Warnings: Abusive Father, Neglectful Mother, Murder, Depression, Survivors Guilt, PTSD, Depression, Slight Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence, Flashbacks to Battles/Severe Injuries, Sword Fighting, Unspecified Toxin Injection (past), ⁸ Slight Self-Harm, Nightmares, Therapy, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Mental Abuse, Kinda Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse. I might have forgotten something, and if I happened to do so then please feel free to comment and let me know so I can add it here.

⁸Slight Self-Harm: I just want to expand on this a little so no one gets the wrong idea without spoiling the story any. I warned because there is a scene where Isoloses thinks about something that happened when he was younger, and he had to physically harm himself to prevent something worse from happening, as well as a scene where Isoloses snaps his fingers to slightly shock himself with his sparks ability. I just don’t want anyone getting triggered.

Chapter ⅩⅩⅩ of this book is the epilogue and with it, this is a completed story. Writing this and then editing it was a lot of fun, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Furthermore, I have copyrighted the stories on my account. If you wish to use one, please message me to ask for permission.

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If this isn’t your cup of tea, that’s fine, just please be kind to everyone, so we won’t have any problems.

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡:

1. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑

✓Completed

- (𝐶𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑛 & 𝐼𝑙𝑠𝑎, 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛/𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝐴𝐵𝑂 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠)

2) 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑

✓Completed

- (𝐼𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 & 𝑁𝑎𝑒𝑣𝑦𝑠, 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛/𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ-𝐸𝑙𝑓, 𝐴𝐵𝑂 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠)

*ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ

3. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠

In Progress

- (𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜 & 𝑀𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛/𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛, 𝐴𝐵𝑂 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠)

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To my returning readers, thank you so much for reading my stories, it means a lot to me. To any new readers, welcome to my story, I hope you enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I’m excited to share it with you.

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[ 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 3𝐷 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑥 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑏 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑥 𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝐴𝐼 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟. ]

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Isoloses never claimed to be good. He never claimed to make sound decisions, or to be a fountain of wisdom. In fact, he was a demon and as such, was literally evil . His touch was destruction and he left travesties in his wake. For the longest time, he hadn’t even noticed. His father’s influence had been hefty in his early life, and justification was easy to come by when he truly believed his fathers insanity. Now that he no longer lived in his fathers delusion, what was once justification brought only shame and guilt.

He hated what he had become, and what he was responsible for. When he realized it was wrong, he should’ve stopped, but… at that point, he was already in so deep, getting out felt impossible. He couldn’t possibly atone for everything when he couldn’t even begin to remember every fucked up thing his father had him do over the years. The only thing he hated more than himself was his father.

He couldn’t lie, there was a certain amount of pleasure he got out of watching his father crumbling and falling apart. Watching the fear in his eyes was probably the most enjoyable part about it, because he wanted his father to suffer. He wanted his father to pay for the things he had done, and he wanted it to be hell .

That being said, Isoloses was sick of hearing his croaky old voice. Isoloses sighed as he spun the alcohol in his cup around and glared out at the gray stone wall in his fathers room. Blah blah blah blah… Nothing he said even remotely made sense anymore. He was completely unhinged, and it was getting more annoying than Isoloses would like to admit. He disliked the way the man was lingering around. Couldn’t he just die already?

“Isoloses, come here.” His father croaked, making Isoloses sigh heavily. He heaved himself out of the chair he was sitting in and walked forward, stopping at the edge of his father’s bed. “You have to find Ilsa. I’m going to die at this rate. I can’t die yet.”

“We’ve hunted every realm top to bottom and casted spells into the realms we couldn’t hunt through due to the treaties.” Isoloses said evenly, not looking at his father. He couldn’t look at him when his eyes were open anymore, he feared he might let his hatred or amusement show, which ultimately wouldn’t be good. “We haven’t found him yet. Maybe he’s dead. He’s an omega with no self defense skills.”

Isoloses knew to the contrary, but there was no way he was going to let that slip now.

“He wouldn’t be killed so easily, surely?!” His father sounded hysterical as he croaked. Isoloses rolled his eyes. As if you actually care about him, his mind hissed unhelpfully, making him shift his weight a bit. “He can’t be dead!”

“All it’d take is one being who could smell his heat that he tried to resist.” Isoloses said emotionlessly. His father growled, his fist clenching in the blankets.

“If he’s dead, I want his body,” His father managed. “Call your brother. You two need to go realm to realm, break every treaty if you have to. Just bring him back. Dead or alive.” Isoloses shook his head.

“You’re ill, you need rest, not to be contemplating such nonsense.” Isoloses denied.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead and not for a moment until then,” He snarled. Isoloses almost sighed. He couldn’t let his father disrupt Ilsa’s life. He wouldn’t let him take Ilsa from where he was treated well when he was happy. 

“You can’t wage a war when you’re on your deathbed.” Isoloses leveled, anger sparking through him. “Do you care at all about what you’ll leave behind? Our people are suffering, and all you care about is lengthening your life at the risk of all else.”

“What will this realm be without me? I’m the king ,” Isoloses chuckled a little. Ah, to be the one to break the news to the old bastard, he had to fight back the urge to laugh.

“Not anymore you’re not.” Isoloses said, smiling as he crossed his arms. “Isandro is the king now. Now all you have to do is rest.” While he was feeling probably about as smug as he possibly could’ve been, he kept his tone cool and indifferent. He couldn’t break composure for a number of reasons, however most notably, his father couldn’t alert the guards that something was amiss.

“WHAT?!” He screeched. Isoloses had to fight the urge to roll around on the ground and laugh as he started screaming in that annoying voice of his about how he hadn’t approved that. Well, Isoloses knew that, but he’d proven him to be mentally unstable thanks to an interview. He’d loaned his likeness to a warlock who specialized in mental health, and he’d let him into his fathers chambers and let whatever happened happen. It worked out in his favor, as his father didn’t try to hide his antics from family, while he’d try to save face in front of the public. Thanks to the documentation acquired, their mother had signed off to have Isandro take the throne.

Thus, his fathers life had suddenly become expendable. With a crowned king in place, his father could die without Caelestes falling to ruin along with everyone who resided there. Isoloses reached out and put his hand on his fathers as if he were comforting him for a moment, before he latched his hand around his fathers and started to drain his energy.

“I won’t let you go after Ilsa, or wage any more pointless wars. Die, you pathetic old bastard.” Isoloses said blankly. His father struggled against his grip, trying to rip his hand away, but he was already depleted of energy as is. Isoloses’s energy drain would merely speed up the inevitable, and he couldn’t lie, the swirling mix of hatred and betrayal on his fathers face was well worth it. At least until he fell unconscious. Then the whole thing just felt a lot more… something .

He felt so many things, he wanted to cry because as much as he hated the man he was looking at, he loved him. He didn’t want things to end this way. But what was he meant to do when everything was pointing towards this being the only option? Sure he could let the old bastard wither away, but then he’d have to keep pretending he gave half a shit, and he didn’t. He loved his father for what he should’ve been, rather than the man he actually was. The man in front of him was essentially the devil, after all.

He knew what that made him, and he wanted to be good but… this man took that right away from him before he was even old enough to understand what he was doing. He never was given a chance to be anything other than a killing machine. The legendary siphon of destruction, doing exactly what he was trained to do. By the very man he was doing it to.

He wasn’t wholly unaware of the irony, nor was it lost on him that this was probably another misguided attempt at making amends. Nothing would ever be enough. He had to do this, though, if not for Ilsa then for Naevys, whose parents had died under his fathers orders.

Naevys would probably prefer to be the one to do it, but bringing Naevys into Caelestes would be stupid , even for Isoloses’s standards. He had to keep Naevys safe. Naevys had suffered enough, and his father breaking the treaty that was previously established would prevent Isoloses from doing what he planned to do as soon as the bastard bit the dust.

Naevys… His heart did a weird little clench in his chest as Naevys’s face popped into his mind.

The connection cut off when his father’s energy ran out, and Isoloses released his hand and dropped to his knees, tears flooding his eyes. It’s over, he practically sobbed. It’s over. He was free. He was finally free. Isoloses couldn’t really be sure how long he kneeled there crying, not really sure what he was feeling to be honest. He didn’t feel any joy at watching the old bastard die, but he couldn’t risk what he was planning getting fucked up.

He didn’t want to start up a war with any other realm, but especially not Tenebris Regni, where Naevys resided. Isandro planned to reassess the terms of the peace treaty with Tenebris Regni and Isoloses did not want to risk him following their fathers orders one last time and fucking that up. He had a chance to escape now. He didn’t have to stay in this despicable place with the memory of his fathers manipulation hanging over him like a cloud.

He needed out of it.

He… He didn’t deserve it, obviously, but he wanted Naevys . Arguably, he needed Naevys. Naevys was… hope .

Hope that maybe he wasn’t just meant for destruction, that he was worthy of life as long as he no longer did the same things. He might’ve been starting off with murder, but perhaps this was one crime he could justify.

As soon as Isoloses managed to pull himself together, he stood up and walked over to the door, listening carefully to see if anyone was walking around outside. Isoloses held his breath for a moment before determining that there was no one in the hallway. Isoloses quietly pulled open his fathers door and slipped out into the hallway. Isoloses quietly walked down the main hallway before he slipped into one of the lesser used hallways and further complicated things by taking the long way to his room.

When he walked inside of his room, he tugged his shirt over his head and walked over to the desk where Naevys’s messages always landed when he sent one. Isoloses caught sight of a piece of black parchment paper sitting on his desk, marbled with white. Isoloses pulled out the chair and sat down, taking the parchment into his hand.

Isoloses,

When are you visiting? It’s been forever. Stop being a bad little mutt and entertain your master.

Isoloses couldn’t fight back the little bit of a smile that tugged up the corners of his lips, his mind instantly putting it through Naevys’s filter: When are you visiting? I miss you, dick head. It’s been forever. A lot. Stop being a bad little mutt and entertain your master. You’ve not been paying attention to me, so I feel like you are bored of me. Come see me.

Isoloses pulled out a pen and grabbed a piece of paper, quickly scrawling:

Master,

    I will visit again soon. Promise. 

Isoloses took out the spell book he’d shrunk out of his drawer and did the hand gesture to enlarge it, and then pulled it open, skimming through until he found the spell he needed to send the note to Naevys. After quickly casting the spell, Isoloses watched as the note burst into flames. He sighed deeply and then stood up. Well, that’s all I’ve been looking forward to , he groaned as he tossed himself down on his bed.

He wanted to hold Naevys, so that he could live in a momentary piece of reality where he was worthy of holding someone like Naevys.

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Isoloses found himself in Isandro’s office three days later, a weird sort of tension in the air between them as they stared stone faced at each other. After having spent years fighting at each other’s sides, one would think they could muster up a conversation of some kind, but it was silent enough to clearly hear if a pen cap were to be dropped. It was anxiety inducing, the longer the silence stretched on the more uncomfortable that it grew.

He was on the verge of a breakdown, and every inch of his body was itching to move around in discomfort. He shifted in his seat for probably the hundredth time and let out a sigh, looking around the stuffy office. He hated the whole damn castle and seriously wished someone would tear it down.

“So, father died sometime around 13:00 that night.” Isandro said after a few more minutes of silence stretched on. Isoloses frowned, nodding his head. He felt a pang run through him, guilt, or maybe relief, he couldn’t be sure. “He seemed to have just… fallen asleep.” Isandro murmured, standing up and walking across the dimly lit office, grabbing the alcohol off of their fathers shelf. While the office was technically Isandro’s now, it’d been his fathers up until this point. Isandro had only moved in when he took the crown.

It still felt just as ominous as every other time he’d sat in this office, even without his father’s beady, dead, emotionless eyes staring at him from across the desk.

“That’s a shame.” Isoloses said evenly, watching as Isandro poured himself a glass of the alcohol and then poured a second for Isoloses. Isandro walked it over to him and leaned against the edge of the desk.

“What are your plans now that father’s dead?” Isandro asked. “I need someone to take my role in the ranks of the military.” Isoloses shook his head.

“Not interested.” Isoloses said blankly, tipping his glass and downing the entire thing in one swift movement.

“What are you planning on doing now?” Isandro pressed.

“About that…” Isoloses muttered, looking up at Isandro. Isandro met his eyes and sighed a bit, “I was wondering… how long it’d take for me to resign…” Isoloses asked, sucking in a deep breath. Isandro went silent for a moment, and then hesitated.

“You want to quit?” Isandro asked, not sounding surprised

in the slightest. “And what do you plan on doing after that, then?” Isandro queried. “This doesn’t happen to have something to do with where you’ve been disappearing to every month when your rut hits, then?” Isoloses shook his head and shrugged.

“Not been disappearing.” Isoloses denied, it was a blatant lie, but he couldn’t tell Isandro his plan. He couldn’t risk his brother tracking him down and catching sight of Ilsa or Naevys. Neither one needed to be seen by Isandro. Naevys, because he would surely kill him, and Ilsa because Isoloses didn’t know what Isandro would do in that situation.

“You haven’t been, you say?” Isandro said blankly.

“Nope.” Isoloses insisted. “So how long?”

“A week. You have to keep training until I find someone to replace you.” Isandro said after a momentary pause. Isoloses nodded his head. “Have you given any thought to what I asked you, or are you just behaving rashly again?” Isandro questioned.

“I thought about this already,” Isoloses said, waving his hand dismissively. Every moment of the past nine hundred years, he’d thought of Ilsa escaping and his father dying. He’d spent time thinking over every option he had, from the complicated process of dying as an immortal, to every possible consequence of going to Naevys when the end of his fathers life came.

He wanted a second chance when he definitely didn’t deserve it, but… Naevys didn’t hate him. He thought that he was useful . It was better than nothing.

“Then, I suppose there is nothing I can say to change your mind?” Isandro asked wearily. “Ilsa’s gone, it’s just me now…”

“I know. But Caelestes only needs one of us to run for all of eternity, given you keep your nose out of cursed spell books.” Isoloses said, narrowing his eyes a bit. Isandro shook his head.

“They’re locked away now.” Isandro said, taking a sip of his drink. “I put them in a locked chamber and I threw away the key, so to speak.” He said considerately. “We still don’t know which spell father used that caused the deteriorative disorder he had, it’s not worth the risk to use them all to figure it out.”

“We’ll probably never know, now.” Isoloses pointed out deftly, looking around the room. He wasn’t really concerned with figuring out the cause, he was just thankful for the effect. He could’ve lived forever without dying if he had not gotten the deteriorative disorder that he acquired. It was slow and annoying, but effective.

“Probably not.” Isandro said, humming quietly. “Would you be up to going to the tavern? It’s been a while.” Isoloses shrugged half-heartedly and looked up at him, curious.

“Sure, I guess,” Isoloses said, making Isandro laugh and nod.

“There’s the Iso I remember. Let’s get wasted,” Isandro said, smirking happily as he pulled off of the edge of the desk. “I’m paying, so don’t hold back on me.” Isoloses nodded his head, pulling himself up out of the chair. Isoloses followed behind Isandro as he led him out of his office, and down towards the exit of the castle. They stopped briefly to let the guards know, before they walked towards town.

Caelestes is small, in comparison to Tenebris Regni, everything was within walking distance. The furthest thing out was the castle they reside in–and the surrounding castles of the six other royal families. Their family was the Royals, but the others were there as well. They served more as nobles than as royals, but their family had to have ‘options’ for partners. Isoloses knew it was shitty, but he was just the messenger not the creator.

Isoloses looked around the orange and yellow sky, taking in the sight of the bright red sun overhead. Arguably, the only thing he’d miss about this place was the sun. Watching the sunrise was the best, it was one of the only things he actually liked about this dirty old place. Within five minutes of walking outside, Isoloses could practically feel the smoke clinging to his skin. By the time they got to the tavern, his skin had a little bit of soot on it. He almost sighed.

As they ordered their drinks, Isoloses was acutely aware of the lack of people lingering in the tavern. At such a time in the evening, Isoloses would’ve expected the place to be a madhouse. The Creepy Jackals Tavern was the only tavern in Caelestes, and as such, they are typically much busier than they currently were. It was huge, to its credit, and served every kind of alcohol that demons preferred. They even had begun incorporating drinks from other realms into it under the table–his father would’ve lost his mind if he knew.

It’s all Caelestes this and Caelestes that, with him. Caelestes pride. It was so boring. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about the garbage his father had written to be their history. Perhaps it meant something to the people who felt as though the truth was his fathers interpretations, however it meant nothing to someone who knew to the contrary. His father claimed the wars he waged were in response to them being cast away. That wasn’t the case.

Isoloses grew up hearing that because they weren’t mindless followers, they were evil and as such, were cast away from the other realms and were secluded. They were victims of the other realms, and they were misunderstood. They were just getting revenge on years of whatever nonsense that his father could peddle to justify waging war after war without falling out of favor entirely. As long as enough people believed it, it had to be true, right? His father just wanted everyone to ask as few questions as possible, so he had to hit where it hurt. Nothing was off the table when it came to justifications for war.

Any perceived slight from any realm–even the ones they had treaties with–were justifications to his wars. It was annoying. He hated it. He hated this bar, too. He and Isandro use to frequent this place when they got back from missions, probably six hundred years ago. It sounded like such a long time, it was a long time, but still not nearly long enough. Isoloses felt uneasy sitting there, he could feel the eyes of the few beings littered in the tavern staring into the back of his head. It was unnerving, surely they had something better to look at than the back of his head, right? Isoloses huffed as he took a drink of the alcohol he’d ordered, already sorely regretful for having agreed to this.

“It isn’t too late for you to find an omega and settle down here,” Isandro said, almost sounding a little like he was fishing for something to tie him here. Isoloses kind of understood where he was coming from. Isoloses and Isandro were born probably about two hundred and forty five years apart, and Ilsa had been born almost four times as many years after him, if he did his math right. Isandro and Isoloses had been… not close exactly, but as close as they both were willing to get.

It had felt for years as if they were dancing around everything, trying to find a way to have a relationship of some kind, but neither trusted the other enough to actually put their cards on the table. Isandro was married, he had a reason to stay here, now. He was king, with a wife, and a four year old. Isoloses was just the one who Isandro never really thought about losing because he always seemed so… not content, but… complaisant, perhaps.

He didn’t talk a lot, he didn’t voice his thoughts, he didn’t like this place or anything about it. He didn’t want to be here, but he didn’t have to as long as he was sufficiently distracted. Isandro probably was going through it, now that he was leaving. Losing their father was a loss to Isandro, but they’d been fighting at each other’s sides for as long as either of them could remember. While their relationship now was tense and uncomfortable, it had not always been as such.

Back in their theoretical glory days, back before rationality set in, they’d been best friends. Isandro was with him through training, every mission… There used to be a time when Isoloses would’ve been eagerly spouting off about Naevys to Isandro, they used to actually talk, not this empty shit that felt forced and uncomfortable.

“Not really my style,” Isoloses muttered, taking another swig of the drink in his hand.

“It used to be.” Isandro said. Isoloses actually did cringe this time, his hand gripping around the cup. “Also, I’m not an idiot, I know you disappear every time it’s time for one of your ruts.” Isandro took a drink before looking over at him expectantly. “You come back like, three shades lighter, man.”

“What are you talking about?” Isoloses rolled his eyes.

“It’s no secret that the air here is kind of… dirty .” Isandro said, “You leave the castle, a place where soot literally catches on your skin during brief walks when the window is open, and come back sparkly and shiny, without a speck of dirt on your clothes, hair not greasy… it just reeks of ‘I’ve got an off-realm booty call’.”

“So I have a booty call because I value hygiene?” Isoloses quipped.

“I will make a pact with your ass right now if you can explain to me how you manage to get completely clean and remain that way a singular morning,” Isandro said, pausing considerately, “Suspiciously only the very first day you return from your six day leave of absence to handle your rut…”

Isoloses had no explanation, at least not one he was willing to divulge, so he pointedly ignored the comment, gaining a laugh from Isandro.

“You might fool the old geezer, but I actually know you.” Isandro said, sitting his mug down. “He was blind as a bat, the old bastard couldn’t have seen you if you rolled around in neon green bioluminescent paint.”

“Probably not,” Isoloses agreed.

“Look, man, I just… when’s the last time you saw the royal doctor?” Isoloses tensed, the glass in his hand shattering as a spark arced between his palm and fingertips. “I’ll take that as ‘not recently enough’.” Isandro said as he waved over the tavern keeper to wipe up the bar in front of them. Isoloses almost sighed mournfully over the loss of his alcohol. “The doctor found a reversal injection, to the one that dad used on you.”

“No thank you.” Isoloses said shortly.

That was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.

“I’m just saying, before I sign your resignation paperwork, you have to go see the royal doctor.” Isandro said. “I’m making it a term of your resignation. Right now. So, make sure you do that by the end of the week.”

“That has to break a law,” Isoloses grumbled.

“Requiring a medical examination upon the discharge of an army official who has gone through years of battles and has been shot with arrows, stabbed, beaten, and almost decapitated that one time? It seems fully within the realm of reason to request that.” Isandro said.

“Oh, fuck off.” Isoloses groaned, letting his head fall down onto the bar. He couldn’t help but wonder if he should just start rattling off insults to every divine being he could think of in hopes of one striking him down before the dreaded visit to the Infirmary at the castle.

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Isoloses sat in the stone office of the royal doctor, Mytherion Pholvos, and honestly just wanted to change his mind entirely and leave. He knew what the dumb doctor was after. Another failed attempt to undo the damage his father had done to him. It was unintentional, in his case, the medication that he was injected with was supposed to just make him stronger and enhance his eye-sight. Two effects the medication did have. Though the problem really came from his swimmers.

Whatever bullshit concoction of magical herbs and chemicals his father had used to inject him with, killed them. So, as a consequence of his strength and enhanced vision, he could no longer have kids. But, he could shoot something up to 250 feet in front of him like it was right there in his face, and he could hold his own in a fight, so he guessed that was the trade off in his fathers mind.

Of course, all they’d have to do to return his swimmers to functionality is neutralize what is killing them off. Isoloses wasn’t even sure he wanted that, though. At this point, he was used to the physical pain coming out of his ruts–because everything came out dead, his rut basically never ended because it kept trying to do what was required of it. It’d been hell to suffer through before finding Naevys, who’s heat synchronized with Isoloses’s rut.

It was useless, but Naevys enjoyed it enough to make Isoloses not hate it himself. He took the experience which had plagued him and seemingly mocked him for years and turned it into something he actually enjoyed. He didn’t want kids anyway. Not at all.

Or rather, he would rather not want them, than allow himself to feel like shit because he couldn’t have them. It really was all the same in his eyes at this point.

“Isoloses, have you heard a word I’ve said to you?” Mytherion asked, making Isoloses sigh. Mytherion let out a sigh and tugged his glasses down to rest on the tip of his nose while his thumb and forefinger massaged the spot his glasses had previously been resting.

“No, because I already said…” Isoloses said wearily.

“I know what you said, and I feel you still aren’t understanding.” Mytherion grumbled. “Or maybe you just aren’t listening. We just need to talk about your situation, and the developments I’ve made towards curing the irregularity.” It was said with a sort of delicateness, one meant to protect his feelings surely. Mytherion was an omega–the only omega doctor allowed to work on the Royal staff because of his own set of genetic abnormalities, so on some level he was the only one in the kingdom who could kind of relate to him.

However, Isoloses could think of very few things that were more horrible than the way he walked on eggshells as he tried to politely explain where the deficiency is in him.

“Fine,” He relented, heaving a heavy sigh in an attempt to make his displeasure known. Mytherion laughed, his sparkling spring green eyes roaming over Isoloses a bit cautiously before he pushed his glasses up and began the long drawn out speech he’d probably rehearsed a hundred or more times since Isoloses had scheduled this meeting. Isoloses sighed.

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The air was dark and littered with falling leaves, alight with fire. The air around him filled with growls and grunts, screams, sobbing in the distance. All around him, houses and buildings were burning from mis-aimed sparks of magic. As he looked to either side, he realized they were winning. He was in the moment, and when in battle there is no question of right or wrong, there is only do or die. You get in, you win the war, and you come home.

There were few things off limits to them when they were in battle, Caelestes had few regulations so things always became a bloodbath … and this time was no different. Every race of beings fight to the death because it’s either fight or give in. Isoloses wished they would just give in. He knew it would never be so simple as for them to just hand over what they wanted, but he felt like it was the better option. Of course, it was, but it also came with the addition of Caelestes governing rule, one that was crippling.

Every realm fought, because every realm had fought before, and they felt it was right. And perhaps they were right. He wouldn’t know.

When he was in the moment, surrounded by horrors that should’ve traumatized him, it was just… nothing. He felt nothing. He didn’t feel pity for the ones fighting for their lives, nor for his fallen comrades either. He was a soldier, trained by his own father–ruthless, cruel, cutthroat.

There is no life other than this. There is only kill, or suffer. Kill, or have another botched injection that altered his DNA. Something surely worse than death. As a demon, the chemicals and mixtures his father injected him with wouldn’t kill him, but it ran through his veins like acid. It burned . Every moment of his life, his blood felt like it was boiling beneath his skin. He could feel it, feel the impure parts of himself, even more than the demons beside him because he wasn’t just a soldier.

He was death incarnate.

Isoloses heard a sound, a familiar set of footsteps on the ground. Light, as if he were walking on air, swift, fast. Isoloses knew the face, knew the one running towards him. His brain barely struggled to recognize him, through the fog of bloodlust, but there he was. He wasn’t quite see through, he looked solid but… not. ..

He came to a stop in front of him. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath, amazed. He was beautiful, with a soft presence, light. His short black hair and pointed ears, the way his all black eyes seemed to recognize him. His lips were plump and a soft petal pink color, face thin and heart shaped with a small beauty mark beneath his eye. From the bottom of his left cheek towards the right side of his lips, there were scars, and seeing it made Isoloses feel… strange.

“Isoloses,” The voice whispered, faintly, calling him. He glanced around them, seeing that now, nothing was happening around him. There was no battle, there was no fire, there was nothing but him and the person in front of him. “It’s okay now. The enemy has been defeated. You are free to come home.”

“There was just… a battle right here,” Isoloses denied, his heart leaping as the small little man reached his hand up and put it on his cheek. The touch was grounding. Familiar, and soft. Comforting, more so than any touch he’d received before.

“Isoloses, it’s time to come home.” He repeated before he reached his other hand up as if he were going to place his hand on his other cheek. At the last minute, his hand moved, fingers brushing his forehead. Something shot into him and he–

Isoloses jerked up out of the bed, his heart racing in his chest. Isoloses glanced around his room, grounding himself in reality. His nightmares are so… real , it’s as if he’s there. Naevys, he knew immediately, because this wasn’t the only time that Naevys had woken him up from a nightmare in such a way. Isoloses didn’t really know how Naevys could tell he was having nightmares, but he would be forever grateful. Naevys was strong.

As Naevys was not just an elf, but a high elf, he was special. High elves are regarded as above every other kind of elf. Normal elves had nature abilities, but high elves were where the punch was packed. Dark elves are considerably weaker than any other kind of elf because no being can be entirely good or evil–it upsets the balance of nature. Dark elves find no balance with nature, and as such their powers are significantly less strong. High elves didn’t live within any constructs. Naevys could do good or evil, could kill or protect, he was the balance of nature, essentially.

But Naevys chose to be good .

Isoloses stood up from his bed and quickly dressed himself in an outfit suitable for Tenebris Regni. It was the day. The day he moved to Tenebris Regni, with Naevys. He’d already discussed it with Cassian, Naevys knew, and now he was even telling him to come home . It felt so good. Even if it was just his mind pulling Naevys to his mind to help bring him back from his dreams less… abruptly.

He didn’t care. Isoloses grabbed the bag he’d had packed for weeks and headed towards his door. He knew where he had to go to meet Naevys for the portal and he was beyond ready. He wanted out of this purgatory he’d been trapped in, wanted far, far away. Isoloses stepped out into the hallway, waving to some guards who spoke to him before he headed towards Isandro’s office to say goodbye.

The walk was short, and with the knowledge that this was probably going to be one of the last few times he’d ever step foot in this wretched place, it wasn’t unpleasant. He took his time to admire the paintings and decorations, admiring the view of the early morning sun peeking into the glass windows of the castle. Isoloses let out a sigh and knocked on Isandro’s office door, pausing minutely before he heard Isandro call out for him to come in.

Isoloses pushed open the door and walked inside, tossing his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m out of here,” Isoloses said, making Isandro sigh and nod.

“You’re sure you want to leave?” Isandro said. Isoloses nodded his head. “Isoloses… there’s one more thing before you go.” Isoloses merely raised an eyebrow, all the effort he was willing to expend for this conversation as a whole. “Do… you remember the woman with black hair and blue eyes that father used to keep around here?” Isoloses scrunched up his nose.

How could he forget her? It wasn’t that she was bad or anything, in fact if his memory served him right, he remembered her to be pleasant. He hadn’t thought of her since before Ilsa had been born.

“Do you happen to remember her name?” Isandro asked. Isoloses shook his head.

“Wasn’t it… Sha… Shawn? Shawna.” Isoloses offered, Isandro shook his head.

“That’s a human world name, she is not a human. Never mind, forget I asked. It’s nothing of importance anyway.” Isandro said, before he stood up. “Are you going to let me see you off to your new home?” Isoloses shook his head.

Naevys was going to meet him to open a portal so that his location couldn’t be tracked. He didn’t want Isandro to come digging around too much into where he was because both Naevys and Ilsa’s homes were on the line.

“Well that’s a pity. Will you at least visit once in a while?” Isandro asked, scratching the back of his neck a little. Isoloses nodded; there was no need to be honest about such a thing, not when he was already leaving him in the dust anyway. He hated every moment of his life here, and he would always miss Isandro, at least… he’d miss the bond that they used to share. But they were separate people destined to live in two different worlds.

He couldn’t stay and Isandro knew that too.

Maybe in a world where their father wasn’t their father, in a world where both of them weren’t irreparably damned by the bastard, perhaps… Perhaps he could’ve stayed. But he had nothing to hold him here, and Isandro had everything to hold him here.

“I’m going to go. I’ll see you again.” He carefully didn’t specify when, and Isandro didn’t ask, either. Instead, Isoloses walked out of his brother’s office and straight towards the woods where Naevys would be waiting on him. It’d take about fifteen minutes, he had to use the path Naevys laid out for him that’d close behind him so that no one could follow. He was a deserter now, while his brother held no ill will for him, he was sure some particularly… devoted followers of his father would take his leaving as desertion rather than him moving on.

He hated the lengths he had to go to to feel safe, and perhaps it was just senseless paranoia from his father’s rhetoric… but if it wasn’t… Well, he wasn’t willing to risk it. Isoloses dipped into a hidden pathway and climbed his way up the odd stone stairs, trying to keep from looking behind him. He knew how trippy Naevys’s magic was when he used it on a large scale like this. It freaked him out just a little, because watching the creation and manipulation of life was… frightening.

As he reached the top of the first set of stairs, he glanced behind him. Gone. The woods behind him was even denser than usual, creating complete cover from the view of anyone who might happen to walk by. Isoloses continued up the trail, following the oddly placed stones up a steeper incline, following it up and up, until he reached the top of the mountain. It really didn’t take long because Naevys had made it an easy walk, it wasn’t like the mountain was giant or anything. It was just convenient for them, but inconvenient for everyone else.

As Isoloses reached the top, he took in the sight of Naevys perched on a rock, his pretty black eyes running over his fingernails, as he waited. As Isoloses caught sight of him, Naevys’s head raised.

“You’re late,” Naevys drawled, standing up and brushing off the ass of his pants before stepping closer to him, gripping into the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. “You smell of soot and ash, and look as if you’ve been rolling around in an unkept fireplace.” Naevys said, but even so he yanked him down and pressed their lips together.

Isoloses groaned, his hand going to rest on the small of Naevys’s back, tugging him forward and closer to him. Naevys pulled away after a second, his eyes shining with amusement.

“You dirtied my suit,” He snarked, a smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. “Tsk tsk, what a dirty pet I’ve acquired. Come on, then. Let’s get you to a shower.” Naevys said, Isoloses nodded his head, a smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Naevys walked over to the edge of the clearing where the trees were barren, life-less vines hanging down from the trees weathered limbs. The last remaining leaves on the branches were clinging on by a thread and looked ready to fall at the slightest brush of wind, dry and somewhat burnt from how close to the sun they were. The ground beneath Naevys’s feet was littered with dead leaves, they crunched beneath his footsteps like he weighed more than a ton of bricks when really he was as light as air. It was a testament to how brittle they were, because Naevys’s footsteps didn’t even disturb the grass.

Naevys reached out and touched the vines, his pale hand beginning to glow a bright yellow with little sparkles seeming to flow upwards from it. The vines began to liven and turn green, spreading from where his hand was placed, up and down the vine, before it started spreading around the part of it that was coiled tightly around the branch and then strung down on the other side. It hung down loosely but as Naevys’s magic touched it, it began to coil slightly, renewed with life. New little stems grew from it, leaves sprouting from the ends of them. Alive, untouched by the destruction surrounding it now. Naevys pulled his hand back when he finished bringing it back to life, before he took a step back.

Naevys waved his hands around, swirling them through the air smoothly. The two ends of the vines raised and curled together, weaving into a circle.

“Âꬶḣẚ i̊ɴꬶṧợ ȏųǰᶏ šḩẚ ẚˈꜾɦ𝑦𝗈ǖɴꬶẚ,” Naevys said, in an old Elven language that Isoloses wasn’t privy to knowing. Elves were inventive in their attempts at concealing certain things–their languages being one of them. They kept no records, however Isoloses had managed to document certain words–ˈƑṣƙūɗẚ, for one, meant fucking hell , Isoloses assumed. Naevys only said it when he was mad about something.

A thin layer of water formed between the woven together vines, forming a rippling portal. Faintly just behind the layer of water, Isoloses could see the faint, ghostly visual of the sky in Tenebris Regni, dark despite the fact that it was day time. Well, they considered it day time, but Isoloses thought they might need a little science lesson. Day was when the sun was out, but he digressed. It didn’t matter what things about the realm that Isoloses did or did not like. In his mind, it was home because Naevys was there. A weird requirement, truly, but Isoloses was done asking questions over trivial matters such as that. It didn’t matter why he wanted Naevys, only that Naevys was there.

Naevys grabbed his hand and pulled him forward into the portal, the water slipping around his form as if he’d jumped into it. It was cold like ice, but Isoloses didn’t complain. It didn’t bother him nearly as much as it probably would’ve had anyone if else pulled him through it, but he digressed.

They landed probably about a mile out from Naevys’s castle, they’d have to walk to the castle. Isoloses smiled, warmth flooding through him. He… was free. His father was dead, the rotten old bastard.

“Isoloses, carry me home.” Naevys demanded, raising his arms up with his bottom lip poked out. Isoloses couldn’t help but smile. Naevys rivaled him in age–High Elves were rare however… Naevys was the last of his kind. A Royal. Back when the twenty seven realms were intact, there was a king in each realm. How they came into power didn’t really matter, but there had to be a king because there had to be balance in the universe for each realm to coexist alongside each other. The plan was to keep the lines of communication open between the realms–all the kings could reach each other if they needed assistance, and the plan was to keep things safe for all. It ended up fucking everyone over in the long run except for the humans.

That was one realm his father wouldn’t touch. All of the witches had put a protective barrier around the human realm to limit the ways into it. It was because most humans cannot protect themselves from magical beings. Immortals are enhanced and humans couldn’t fight against them, not when they had no access to magic. They could never hope to hold off supernatural threats, so there was a barrier placed around them. There were ways around it, if you were so inclined. However, it was too hard to do to bring more than one person through it, and it took help. Isoloses could sense magical energy from miles away and he couldn’t find the pathways without Naevys leading him there.

The paths were hidden amongst fake paths. The fake paths were booby trapped. Isoloses had accidentally walked down one and he’d almost been impaled by a bunch of razor sharp metal stakes that pushed out of the walls. If Naevys hadn’t been with him, he would’ve probably been dead. They were positioned so that there would be a stake penetrating every square inch of his body, grid style. Ouch.

“Okay,” Isoloses said, kneeling down a bit. “Go ahead.” Naevys crawled up onto his back, his thighs squeezing around Isoloses’s waist tightly as his pale, thin arms curled around his neck.

“Alright, big boy. Get a move on. I need to change my clothes and you need a shower. You reek.” Naevys said, looking down over his shoulder at him with a smug look on his face. “You’re my bitch now.” Naevys said.

“Haven’t I been your bitch all along?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys nod his head.

“You have been.” Naevys said, quirking up his lip. “My handsome little bitch.” Isoloses snorted at that. He wasn’t little, but Naevys was . In comparison to him, at least. Demons were big in general, not giants or anything, but in comparison to a being like Naevys, he might as well be. Elves generally have no outward physical indicators of gender. They are all around the same height, and while there are fluctuations that occur naturally, it isn’t frequent to see one that was much taller or shorter than the others unless they were children. The only physical part of their bodies that depicts gender is their genitalia.

Some elves presented as genders, but most didn’t. Naevys definitely erred somewhere in the middle in appearance, but physically speaking he’s male. Naevys had his times when he dressed up in feminine clothing and it really drove Isoloses insane . Naevys could kick his ass seven ways to Znismi, and something about the fact that he could do so while wearing something frilly and sheer made his dick a little hard just thinking about it.

“You walk slow,” Naevys moaned as he pressed his nose to the back of Isoloses’s neck.

“You’re going to get dirty.” Isoloses said instead of engaging with Naevys’s complaints. He was whiny, Isoloses had known him for probably eight hundred years at this point and he’d always been the same. Possessive, stubborn, bratty, and bossy. Often in multiple different orders, sometimes it varied widely. They had been meeting up in mostly dead realms to utilize the abandoned amenities, as well as Naevys summoning him places in Tenebris where no one could see him–most often his castle. While every dead realm still had stragglers and looters, they were all spread out and hidden away. Most knew Isoloses, so they didn’t dare peek out to bother them.

The ones who made the decision to bother them, usually got their asses kicked. When Naevys was nearing his heat and Isoloses was on the brink of being in a rut, anyone who seemed like a threat to Naevys’s safety was the enemy and had to be dealt with accordingly. Perhaps he’d feel guilty about that one day but all he really felt in those moments was relief. The last thing he wanted to do is have to defend himself–more specifically, Naevys and risk losing control.

“Did I ask for your opinion on my actions?” Naevys tsked, clicking his tongue before a smirk crossed his face. He slid his foot down, pressing the sharp edge of his boots heel against Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses let out a groan, stumbling a bit as pain and arousal suddenly fogged his mind. “Be a good little demon for your master. You wouldn’t want me to have to punish you, hmm?” Isoloses kind of did want him to have to punish him.

“I’m a demon, I don’t think I’m capable of being good.” Isoloses pointed out with a grin, making Naevys huff.

“You know what I mean, Iso.” Naevys said, pushing his heel down harder on his cock. Isoloses groaned, speeding up his pace a bit in an attempt to get Naevys to the house for a totally different reason. He had missed Naevys’s touch, probably worst of all. He was truly an addiction at this point. Naevys was under his skin, in his head, and Isoloses was pretty sure he might’ve been under Naevys’s skin more than he let on.

Naevys was complicated, and Isoloses knew that. So was he.

As soon as they made it to the inside of Naevys’s castle, he jumped off of Isoloses and turned to him with a smile on his face, one of his hands reaching down to grip into his cock roughly through his pants. He was hard enough that it changed the smile to a devious smirk that sent shivers of anticipation through him.

“You’re mine now and I have absolutely no intention of ever letting you free.” Naevys said, his black eyes filled with a familiar sort of fire. Isoloses usually would’ve been sarcastic, Naevys liked to punish him probably more than he liked being punished so it just worked out. This time, though, it felt different. The look in his eyes was the same one he often wore with Isoloses around, however… there was no trace of a tease, not even the slightest hint of smugness. It was said as if he were merely stating a fact, something uncontestable.

It might’ve been fact at this point, with how interwoven they’d become over the past eight hundred years. Isoloses was entangled, entrapped and he didn’t think he wanted that to change. Isoloses dropped to his knees in front of Naevys, looking up at him. When Naevys put him on his knees he wasn’t allowed to meet his eyes, but there was no such rule binding him from doing so when he put himself there.

“When we made our pact, the agreement was clear.” Isoloses said, “You are my god, and I am your pawn.” Naevys hummed, tilting his head to the side a bit, his lips downturned a bit.

“I am your god now, that much is true.” Naevys said, smirking a bit before he put his hand on the back of Isoloses’s neck. “My word is law, and you must follow my orders and commands without hesitation. However you are much more than just a mere pawn. A pawn is disposable.” Naevys stopped then, smirking a bit. “You’re too valuable a piece to dispose of.”

Isoloses knew what Naevys was saying. Isoloses was an expert at discerning what Naevys was saying, what he meant. Naevys was complicated , nothing could ever be expressed in straight words. Some of it was just what it was–Naevys stating a fact they both knew. You’re too valuable a piece to dispose of, Naevys had said, which pretty much translates to: I care about you and don’t want to lose you. Isoloses could admit to sharing that sentiment.

Isoloses certainly had no desire to ever leave Naevys again. He’d sworn himself to Naevys, initially just because it seemed like the best option. Naevys had already taken out Isandro–he was unconscious, and they were both tangled in vines. His options were death or swaying Naevys to his side, and he admitted the whole thing had been kind of… opportunistic on his part. He knew Naevys, knew exactly why the offer would work. On the same hand, Naevys was able to predict the future to some extent, he knew what was coming though he didn’t know when.

It wasn’t lost on Isoloses that Naevys had predicted exactly what would happen before he’d even known what he was going to do. Naevys had seen Ilsa’s escape, and ultimately Isoloses’s fathers death, seen Isoloses make the decision to ask him… well, all he was saying was that he’d intended to use Naevys but really he’d become a pawn to Naevys just the same as he was to his father.

Even so, it was different. Naevys wasn’t his father, and being Naevys’s pawn came with a benefits package. Well, Naevys was the benefits package, really. He was rough around the edges, he wasn’t always nice, he was bratty and bossy with an Elven accent–it was high and melodic, the way he enunciated his words… oh it drove Isoloses insane. His S’s always came out slightly hissed, something Isoloses personally loved . His own name began sounding a bit cute to him, whenever Naevys said it. Isoloses hated his name, but when Naevys said it… well, he liked it enough. Perhaps even a bit too much.

“Go shower. Visit your brother. I have business to attend to this evening.” Naevys said. Isoloses nodded his head. “That means stay out until I call for you.” Isoloses raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” Isoloses asked suspiciously. If Naevys were hooking up with someone, he’d just say as much. It wasn’t like they’d ever said they were solely devoted to each other, and Isoloses wasn’t really jealous of anyone else. Naevys could fuck anyone, he could be fucked by anyone, but he knew Naevys had a preference for him. Naevys actually missed him, wanted him around, and while he never vocalized it, he made it obvious in other ways. Naevys never said what he meant, it was all up to interpreting what he meant by what he was saying. That having been said, he’d never hesitated to be honest in the past about it.

Isoloses wasn’t even worried about if he was meeting someone to sleep with them–he wanted to know what he was up to. Naevys behaving strangely was common, however this was a different kind of strange.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Naevys said sternly, turning a bit before he turned his head to look at Isoloses. “Also… I have an errand I need you to run on your way home. It won’t take long. You’ll understand why when you get there. Try not to upset him. He’s quite cantankerous.”

“What are you planning?” Isoloses questioned bluntly, crossing his arms. “I can sense that you have a scheme or something up your sleeve.”

“Isoloses,” Naevys said, a bit of a smirk crossing his face. “I will include you when it is time. Not before.” Isoloses sighed. He knew that look of determination anywhere. He was definitely about to be a part of one of Naevys’s schemes, he already knew.

“We aren’t killing anyone, are we?” Isoloses asked. Naevys hummed.

“Probably not. Would you be opposed to it?” Naevys asked. Isoloses shrugged.

“It’d be inconvenient.” Isoloses said.

“Well,” Naevys smirked, “I’ll try to keep murder off of my docket then. Isoloses, hurry with that shower.” Isoloses sighed deeply and nodded his head. He didn’t want to hurry with his shower, but it was an order, so he nodded his head. “If you behave yourself, when you get home tonight, I’ll take care of this.” Naevys shifted a bit and pressed his foot down against Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses let out a groan and pushed his hips up into Naevys’s foot just a bit.

“Yes Master,” Isoloses said immediately, excitement coursing through him.

“Good boy.” Naevys said, smirking a bit. “Oh, and Isoloses? Welcome home.” Naevys said, before turning on his heels and heading down one of the hallways, leaving him alone to find the shower. Naevys had given him his orders already so he raised up off of his knees and headed towards the bathroom he knew how to find. Naevys had always met him in one of the guest rooms when they met at his castle–Isoloses jokingly called it his room, because of how they’d always used it and Naevys stayed the entire night in there with him. It had a bathroom connected to it, and it was separated from Naevys’s belongings–something that had stopped mattering over the course of the years, however in the beginning it was the ultimate deciding factor.

Naevys could control him, but he couldn’t trust him because of his connections to Caelestes. In the beginning, Naevys had no way of knowing his intentions, he didn’t know him. He couldn’t know for sure Isoloses wasn’t going to go snooping around and report back to his father–and Isoloses could understand that. It wasn’t like he had a legacy of honor and trustworthiness in his wake, Naevys keeping him out of his private room made sense. It just stayed that way because Isoloses couldn’t trust his father not to figure the whole thing out and use compulsion magic on him, to make him bring him information back.

Isoloses wasn’t paranoid, either, his father was capable of doing so. He’d used compulsion magic a few times when Isoloses was there to witness it and every time it was worse than the last. It never stopped being fucking terrifying. His father had made those people do some things… just to torture them. It was all sick and demented, things that made Isoloses’s stomach curl. The worst he could think of was a demon who got caught trying to escape the realm with his daughter who was soon to be wed to a high-level demon.

It was a debt payoff arrangement he was trying to flee–the payoff was his daughter’s hand, and he didn’t want to make that sacrifice so he tried to leave. He was caught and brought to his father. So what did his father do? Make the demon kill his own daughter. Logically.

The bad thing was, the compulsion magic doesn’t take away their sense of right and wrong, it just makes them act. So while they are literally performing the action, know exactly what is happening, and want to stop, they physically can’t stop no matter how much they want to. Isoloses had admittedly looked away, because he couldn’t stand to watch the guy do it. It was too much. Once it was over, he’d felt… an odd sense of just distance from everything. Isoloses felt bad, because he knew there was someone more affected by that night than him, but in that moment his own helplessness had been displayed to him pretty clearly.

He was trapped, and his only sure and certain way out was with death. He could try to escape, but his father always caught the ones who tried. Either he died, or his father died–but someone had to die for him to be free. There was no other option. It was kill or be killed and Isoloses had something his father didn’t. The knowledge of what his fathers weakness was. Isoloses’s only weakness was the cute, bossy little elf whom he’d hidden from everyone. Well. Isandro might have noticed him coming back, but he knew for a fact no one could find Naevys. He was careful about tracking spells, he even put a clone of him in his bed to make it appear he was sleeping. It breathed, but it wasn’t conscious and really only served as a temporary placeholder.

Isoloses located the door to the room and walked inside of it, heading straight for the shower. He just wanted to scrub off the soot caked to his skin and change his clothes. Seeing Ilsa would be nice as well. It’d distract him from any trouble Naevys might be getting into. Isoloses sighed as he turned on the hot water and pulled off his clothing. He felt gross. He could smell the scent of smoke on himself in the crisp clean air and it made his stomach turn a bit.

As he settled himself under the steaming hot water, his head fell back and he let out a deep sigh. Welcome home, Naevys had said. He liked that, a lot.

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Isoloses sighed deeply and pulled his hood up over his head, stepping out into the darkness of the day in Tenebris Regni. The only downside to this realm was the no sun thing, though it made sense given that it originated as a vampire realm. Vampires were averse to the sun–it wouldn’t kill them, but it melted them– kind of. Their accelerated healing would heal them as it happened which created something worse than bursting into flames. Isoloses had never seen it happen first hand, but the drawings in the old textbooks he was taught out of were unfortunately detailed enough he didn’t need to.

He glanced up and caught eyes with a werewolf who looked rather displeased with his presence and a shock of nervousness ran through him. He lowered his eyes and sped up his walking a bit. He didn’t want to start trouble with anyone. Isoloses glanced over at the tavern. He had to go there later to meet with a friend of Naevys’s and he didn’t really know what he was doing.

Naevys hadn’t specified anything, other than ‘he’d understand when he got there’ and vague mentioning of ‘not angering’ someone. Which Isoloses personally found a little funny. He was not incapable of defending himself and when he really tried to fight back against Naevys he was able to hold him off. He also understood why he shouldn’t go around angering people when he was brand new to the realm. He needed to do his best to stay well behaved and out of trouble, because Cassian could kick him out of the realm as easily as he approved his application to move there.

Isoloses made it to Cassian’s castle and was about to knock when he caught the faint sound of Ilsa’s voice coming from the garden. Isoloses turned and walked down the stairs, following the sound of his voice to where he caught sight of him. Isoloses sped up a little, Ilsa coming more into view as he got closer. Isoloses stopped as soon as he caught sight of a baby sitting in Ilsa’s lap.

“Dadadadadadada…” The child rattled, his hand reaching out after a bug that was flashing a bright pink color in front of him. For a moment, Isoloses couldn’t really piece together what he was looking at. The child looked over and up at him and giggled, one bright sapphire blue eye and one light purple eye wide eyed and curious. His hair was purple at the top and faded to a bright blonde white color, where it finally faded to almost a luminescent white. It hit him like boiling hot water then, Ilsa’s child.

“Holy shit.” Isoloses said before he could help it, his jaw dropping a bit. Ilsa’s head turned and he looked up at him with wide eyes, fear evident, his arms curling around the child’s torso protectively. “Oh, hey, hey, no it’s good. I’m not gonna hurt you guys,” Isoloses assured, hesitating for a moment before he took a cautious step forward.

“I know,” Ilsa said. Isoloses carefully ran his eyes over Ilsa, trying to read whether or not Ilsa was going to attack him. He seemed skeptical, fearful, and omegas after having children could be quite testy. Isoloses had his ass handed to him by one he’d stumbled upon back in Caelestes. He took another hesitant step forward, before pausing again. He waited a second and took another step, and then another, making his way forward until he reached the edge of the blanket. Isoloses paused once again, before sitting down on the edge of the blanket. He kept the space between them pretty large, not wanting to crowd or startle him.

“I was just a little surprised. Last time I saw you, you didn’t look…” Isoloses trailed off, his eyes roaming over Ilsa before they ran over the child in his arms. “Hi. You look like your momma,” Isoloses said. The child looked at him, and Isoloses couldn’t help but hold his breath for a minute. Iden’s reaction to him could impact Ilsa’s reaction, so if he started screaming Isoloses might need to run, and preferably hide because Ilsa was stronger than he had realized, and it made him just a little cautious. He was not comfortable actually fighting Ilsa to protect himself, so he’d have to just let him beat the shit out of him if he got ahold of him.

He had to play it safe with Ilsa because their father had altered his perceptions of reality and while the spells ended when he died, that didn’t change the lasting impact of the altercations at all. If he acted the wrong way, it could make Ilsa not want to try to build some kind of relationship with him. It was a tight-rope, and he had to ride across it on a unicycle with a dancing three legged cow on his shoulder in a tutu. The baby let out a loud squeal while smiling, bouncing a little in Ilsa’s arms, his hands reaching out towards Isoloses. Isoloses let out a relieved breath, wanting to sigh. “What’s his name?” Isoloses asked curiously.

“Iden,” Ilsa paused for a moment, “Iden Vie.” Isoloses nodded his head and reached his arm out, poking his finger out in front of Iden. Iden giggled, reached his hand out, and wrapped it around Isoloses’s finger, before pulling it.

“Hi, Iden,” Isoloses said, smiling as he wiggled his finger to mimic a handshake. Iden let out a giggle and squeezed his hand around his finger again. “I’m Isoloses. Wanna see something cool?” As if he was fully understanding everything Isoloses was saying, he giggled and loosed his grip around Isoloses finger enough for him to pull it back. Isoloses smiled a little and laid his hand out palm up in front of Iden. Isoloses focused his magic, letting it flow from his fingertips as he quickly moved his fingers, weaving the string of magic into an intricate glowing three dimensional flower that floated over the palm of his hand.

Iden looked awed, the burgundy glow bouncing off of his odd colored skin. It was odd, in a way, the way his skin was colored. It looked like Ilsa’s skin, only… lighter somehow. It looked like someone turned up the brightness on Ilsa’s tan skin, almost. He was incredibly adorable, and Isoloses couldn’t help but think about when Ilsa was a baby. He’d been small, nothing like the baby that he was currently holding.

Iden seemed to glow a bit, and he definitely didn’t seem like Ilsa when he was baby. He was so much bigger than Isoloses would expect, given that he had probably just been born sometime recently. The timeline didn’t really add up, he’d just seen Ilsa a few weeks prior and he hadn’t even looked pregnant. He might’ve been a little emotional, but Isoloses couldn’t really compare the behavior to anything because while he was always around, his father never let them get too close to each other after he reached a certain age. His father was dedicated to keeping Ilsa secluded and alone for some reason, mainly to protect his magical battery, but Isoloses had always questioned many aspects of it. That was diverging off point, however.

When he was a baby, he was active and always wanted to sleep or be played with. Until he was around five, which was when his father began putting distance between Ilsa and everyone. Initially, Ilsa was just kept away from the public and his magic studies had been limited severely but not to the extent that it was in the end. Isoloses had been pretty active in Ilsa’s early life, having been the main one aside from the caretakers who actually took care of him. Their mother never even held him, and his fathers visits only ever resulted in Ilsa being drained and tired.

Isoloses had seen the toll it took on Ilsa for their father to drain his energy to stay alive more when he was a child than once he got older, and when it was mentioned, his father had begun distancing them. He had Isoloses start traveling for work more to keep him out of the house and had Ilsa’s memories changed so that Ilsa barely recognized him. He still knew him as his brother, but it was different. He was on edge and frightened around him, and Isoloses knew immediately his father had altered his memories and began changing his perception. Isoloses had immediately been upset, but he couldn’t undo the spells and explaining to Ilsa that his reality wasn’t actually reality seemed more traumatizing somehow.

Iden suddenly reached his hand out to touch the flower and Ilsa’s panicked look make Isoloses release the magic immediately, making it turn to smoke. It wasn’t going to hurt Iden either way, but Ilsa might actually explode if Iden grabbed it and started playing with it. Iden giggled as his hand ran through the smoke where the flower had been, before reaching his arms out and reaching for him while kicking his feet and squirming around.

Ilsa managed to contain the squirming at first, but Iden managed to weasel himself free and launched forward, grasping onto Isoloses’s shirt sleeve. Ilsa managed to catch his waist so that he didn’t fall and Iden stood there in front of him, his hand curling into the soft fabric of Isoloses’s shirt. Iden giggled again and reached towards him, waving his hand a bit in an attempt to get his attention.

“U-uh, do… you want to hold him?” Ilsa asked, apprehension clear in his voice. “You… you’ll have to take off the necklace under your shirt, it’s silver, isn’t it?” Ilsa asked. Isoloses nodded his head, excitement flooding through him as he pulled the necklace off of his neck and tossed it onto the ground beside the blanket in hopes of preventing Iden from grasping onto it if he managed to escape.

“Right, half vampire,” Isoloses said, smiling as Ilsa lifted Iden up and placed him in his arms. Isoloses quickly cradled him in his arms, bouncing him gently as Iden reached his hand up and started tugging at one of the holes in Isoloses’s shirt, poking at it experimentally. “My shirt’s cool, huh? I like em, it’s hotter than holy hell everywhere.” Iden giggled as if he understood what he was saying, sticking his finger into the hole more with an awestruck look on his face.

“Language,” Ilsa said immediately, hoovering close to him–more specifically, Iden. Isoloses could feel Ilsa’s eyes scrutinizing his every move, taking into account his movements and analyzing his expressions. He didn’t fully trust him, or maybe it was something else altogether, he was extending the metaphorical olive branch here, so Isoloses wasn’t going to push his luck. He nodded his head.

“My bad, I’m not used to babies,” Isoloses said, watching as Iden grabbed onto his finger and led it to his mouth, immediately trying to suck on it. Isoloses pulled his finger away from him, smiling a little. “Nah, you don’t wanna do that. There might still be ash on me, I don’t want you to eat it.” He said. “You hungry? Want a baba?” Isoloses asked. Iden grabbed at his finger again, trying to lead it back to his mouth again.

“I brought a bottle.” Ilsa said softly, shifting a slight bit beside him.

“I… can do it, if ya want me to,” Isoloses said immediately, then hesitated. He didn’t want Ilsa to take his words the wrong way, so he tacked on quickly; “I just did this for you when you were little. You were smaller than this, when you were his age.” Ilsa hesitated for a moment before grabbing the bottle and handing it to him.

“Please be careful,” Ilsa said, making him nod.

“I will.” Isoloses promised, taking the bottle and leading it down to Iden’s mouth. For a moment, he looked uncertain, maybe just confused, before taking the nipple of the bottle into his mouth and sucking happily, his hand curling into Isoloses’s shirt.

“What’re you doing here?” Ilsa asked, making Isoloses bite his lip a little.

“I moved here,” Isoloses said, feeling his cheeks heat up a little bit. “I… stepped down from my position in the Royal Army of Caelestes and decided to come stay with Naevys,” Isoloses looked down at Iden in an attempt to keep from meeting his eyes. Naevys was complicated, and he highly doubted Ilsa would understand their relationship. It was four hundred years of explanation that Isoloses wasn’t sure he knew how to cover in just a few sentences.

“Oh,” Ilsa said, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” Isoloses said, biting his lip as his eyes darted over to where Ilsa was sitting. “I will be staying at Naevys’s castle… I’m going to be his, uh… he said assistant, but honestly I don’t really know what it really is.” Isoloses shrugged carefully, peeking back down at Iden. “His slave, I guess. Consensually.”

“Are you… Courting him now?” Ilsa asked curiously.

“Well, that isn’t really necessary at this stage,” Isoloses said, glancing back up at Ilsa. “Naevys made space for me in his room–he said in that annoyingly hot, condescending voice of his: ‘I can’t simply let my untamed mutt run loose without a leash’ so…” Isoloses trailed off.

“That’s so mean!” Ilsa gasped, his eyes widening. Isoloses smirked and shook his head.

“Nah, that’s Naevys for ‘I want to cuddle at night, but I’m emotionally backwards and my idea of romance is bad enough that it makes a demon look like Casanova’,” Isoloses laughed, waving his hand a bit carefully. “Plus, I like when he says stuff like that to me.” Ilsa shrugged, his eyes moving down to Iden who was sleeping in Isoloses arms, eating still.

“Well, if you’re happy, I suppose that’s all that matters,” Ilsa said, making Isoloses smirk more and nod his head.

“I am, so don’t worry about me. I am the one who made this decision, not Naevys.” Isoloses said, letting out a deep breath. He carefully ran his eyes over Ilsa, “I wanted out of there, you know? It’s better with Isandro there, truthfully because the dudes not doing a bad job at getting things reformed.” Isoloses paused for a second, “I wanted to wash my hands of it, and Naevys was here. My only reason for staying there in the first place was protecting you. There’s no need to do that anymore.” Isoloses shrugged a bit as he plucked the bottle out of Iden’s mouth.

Iden loud out a quiet huff and shifted closer to him, shifting a bit until he was comfortable before he fell still again, his lips parted. Iden had little dimples as well. It was adorable. He looked so much like Ilsa when he was a baby in some ways, and nothing like him in others. It was uncanny, almost, like looking at Ilsa, but from another timeline or something where his appearance was slightly different. The purple eye was a dead give away honestly, but… damn . He was like all of the best parts of both Cassian and Ilsa embodied.

“Fathers gone, and for the first night in many millennia, I can go to sleep tonight knowing that the remaining of the twenty seven realms are at peace.” Isoloses said, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He blinked them away quickly, and looked over at Ilsa nervously. Ilsa didn’t really seem to know how to respond, but instead of doing nothing, he reached out and patted the back of Isoloses’s hand before pulling back.

Isoloses smiled a bit. Progress is progress, he didn’t expect miracles. He seemed to want to say something, but what had already been said was plenty enough for Isoloses.

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Isoloses found himself sitting awkwardly at the bar of the tavern, looking for someone but not knowing who. Naevys really needed to learn to be more descriptive–or less vague, but it really was all the same at this point. Isoloses heard the tell-tale jingle of the bell by the door, making him turn his head and look over the newest patron of the tavern. When Isoloses’s eyes landed on who it was, his heart almost jumped out of his skin.

Isoloses understood now. He knew why Naevys was so vague. Isoloses stiffed a bit and looked down at the glass in his hand, sighing deeply. He was really glad he’d gotten a drink.

“Oh what a pleasant surprise, Isoloses. It’s been a while since Naevys had his guard dog come to collect my payment.” Cydrah Pemrisu said, his beady black eyes alight with amusement. Isoloses immediately rolled his eyes.

“Pleasant indeed,” Isoloses said, glancing over at Cydrah as he sat down beside him. Cydrah fancied Isoloses for some reason, and he’d never understand why. He didn’t really care, Cydrah was less annoying than a lot of the guards Isoloses had to deal with on a constant basis. He just hoped that he could get this over with.

“So, peace huh?” Cydrah teased, waving the tavern keeper over and ordered some fruity drink that glowed an unnatural luminescent deep purple color. “I never took you for the type to put down the weapons. It’s a pity. You’re not going to let your muscles go are you? I’d be remiss ,” Cydrah said, reaching over to playfully run his fingers along Isoloses’s forearm.

“I can’t imagine a scenario where I stop working out and training all together.” Isoloses said, downing his drink and then motioning for a new one. “We can’t have you feeling upset, can we?” Isoloses teased, glancing over at him. Cydrah giggled a little and pushed a bit of his hair back behind his pointed ear, a devious smile pulling across his face.

“Oh, Iso, how I’ve missed your sharp tongue.” The wording was intentional, meant to tease him. He’d danced around Cydrah enough that he knew basically everything Cydrah wanted from him.

“We both know how much you like it.” Isoloses said, making Cydrah smirk a bit and lean forward, one of his small hands landing on Isoloses’s thigh, a glint in his eyes that made Isoloses’s cock harden just a little.

“Do you want to get a room at the Inn? Or are you playing house now?” Cydrah teased, poking out his bottom lip teasingly. Isoloses hummed.

“I’m just here for your payment today.” Isoloses said. Cydrah pouted, his pale blue hair shifting around a little as he swirled his drink around in the cup.

“Fine, fine. Next time, then?” Cydrah prodded, making Isoloses shrug.

“Maybe.” Isoloses said, knowing Cydrah would hunt him down tomorrow if he said sure. He was as cunning as he was devious. He knew very well how literally Cydrah took statements, he was not falling into that trap. He didn’t mind fucking him when Naevys wanted him to, but Naevys hadn’t said to. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it’d be trouble–Naevys was possessive, and he didn’t want to be punished his first night in town.

“Oh, you’re no fun anymore,” Cydrah sighed. Isoloses could’ve pointed out that he’d never been fun, but it felt kind of pointless. “Well, pleasantries aside,” Cydrah sat down his glass and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, tugging out a small blue envelope. It was thicker than usual, Isoloses noted. Cydrah glanced around the tavern before handing over the envelope to Isoloses.

“What are these payments even for?” Isoloses asked. Cydrah shrugged.

“I can’t remember anymore.” Cydrah said, though Isoloses was hard pressed to believe that. With the kind of money he was paying Naevys, Isoloses was sure he’d remember why he was paying it. Still, Naevys hadn’t told him why and if Cydrah wouldn’t tell him what it was for, he wouldn’t press. For now, at least.

“Alright, I’m gonna get out of here.” Isoloses said.

“Okay, well you should hurry home before your keeper gets jealous. He’ll raise my payments again.” Cydrah said, poking out his lip again. “Can I get just one little kiss before you go?” He looked up at him and batted his eyes, making Isoloses roll his eyes.

“Now you’re just pushing your luck.” Isoloses said, downing the drink he’d been neglecting on the tavern bar before pocketing the envelope of money. “I take it you can handle the drinks?” Cydrah poked out his tongue.

“I always do with you.” Cydrah teased, his eyes glinting a bit.

“Get home safe.” Cydrah waved his hand dismissively as Isoloses raised to his feet and turned on his heels, quickly exiting the bar. Isoloses could’ve gotten a room with Cydrah, he was easy on the eyes and Naevys had told him to stay out until he called for him. Now that he’d finished the errand, he had nothing else to do, and had no idea where to go until he got the call from Naevys to come home. He wanted to curl up into bed and sleep for at least a week now.

Isoloses found himself walking around the city of Ilyenasera, unsure what else to do. He knew Naevys would call him when he needed to be home but he didn’t have any money. He should’ve asked Naevys for some crescents or something, he was broke. He sighed deeply and walked back towards Naevys’s castle, deciding he’d just take a nap on Naevys’s back porch. He didn’t really have anything better to do, and it wasn’t like Naevys hadn’t known that he was going to be out late. If he didn’t want him lurking he should’ve just told him to fuck Cydrah.

Isoloses reached Naevys’s back porch and plopped himself down on the stairs, leaning over against the wall of the castle. It wasn’t comfortable, but it’d do until Naevys called him. Isoloses sighed deeply and let his eyes fall shut, taking in a deep breath of the fresh, clean air. It was nice here. Isoloses smiled, letting his head fall forward.

He was really starting to get tired. Isoloses yawned and shifted a little, laying across the top step and resting his back against the wall and letting his eyes fall shut. He couldn’t wait for Naevys to finish his business.

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Isoloses woke up to the feeling of his body fizzling as it began disintegrating and reforming in Naevys’s room. Isoloses sleep lagged mind lulled a bit as he formed standing in Naevys’s room at the foot of the bed. He’d never been inside of Naevys’s room, but he hadn’t really expected what he found. His room was cluttered, shiny trinkets strewn across a large wooden shelf, rolled parchments littering a desk with quills and closed inkwells scattered around across the face of it. The wall facing the giant waterfall was just a giant crystal window that was cloudy and drowning out the light trying to seep in.

His bed was… not what Isoloses was expecting. The bed in the room they normally met in had a normal bed–one with a frame and posts at the end. The bed in Naevys’s room was shaped almost like a bird’s nest, intricately woven sticks and twigs forming the base of the bed with an edge around it. The inside looked like a mattress with blankets on it–completely normal, except shaped to fit the bed. Hanging down from the ceiling were sheer curtains that sparkled a little when light hit them. Pillows circled the entire circumference of the frame of the bed, forming a soft layer around the edges.

Isoloses couldn’t help but compare it to a nest like the kind that demons made when pregnant–some when in heat, as well, it depended. Naevys shouldn’t be… but he could be? Though not by Isoloses surely, his swimmers hadn’t swam since well before he met Naevys. They could though , his mind pushed, remembering his earlier talk with Mytherion. He forced that thought away as if it might burn him and turned his attention to Naevys.

Naevys stood beside it, dressed in pajamas already, his shiny black hair hanging down around his face. His black eyes were roaming over Isoloses scrutinously, clearly judging him and Isoloses had no idea why he was being judged, just that he definitely was. Isoloses turned his gaze to Naevys, who looked over him with half-narrowed eyes for a minute. The look relaxed after a couple of seconds and then Naevys flitted across the room gracefully, stopping just in front of him.

“Did you collect my payment?” Naevys asked. Isoloses nodded his head and reached into his pocket, pulling out the envelope he’d slipped in it earlier. Naevys took the envelope and ran his eyes over it with mild interest before he tossed it over onto the dresser with little care and then turned his attention back to Isoloses. “Strip and get in.” Naevys demanded.

“I missed you too,” Isoloses drawled playfully as he pulled his shirt over his head, before tossing it onto the floor. Naevys smiled faintly, his cheeks tinting slightly as his black eyes glinted. Naevys’s smile turned into a smirk as Isoloses worked the fastenings on his pants sloppily, pushing them down, his boxers in tow. Before Isoloses had a chance to kick out of his pants, Naevys’s small hand landed on his chest and he paused his movements to pay attention to Naevys instead. Naevys’s smirk grew after a second, and then Isoloses was being pushed full force back into the bed, his knees hooked over the rim of the odd bed frame.

Naevys crawled into the bed gracefully, straddling his abdomen immediately.

“Tell me, Isoloses, what did you get up to this evening while I was busy?” Naevys asked. Isoloses shrugged a bit, his hands going to rest on Naevys’s thighs gently.

“I saw Ilsa. He has a son now.” Naevys nodded, his eyes roaming over him. “I picked up the payment from Cydrah and then I slept on the back porch until you summoned me.” Isoloses finished.

“That all?” Isoloses nodded. Naevys nodded, his eyes roaming over his face. “I expected you to still be in town, not in my back yard.”

“I was broke.” Isoloses deadpanned. Naevys raised an eyebrow.

“You had an envelope full of crescents. You could’ve used that. Or…” Naevys’s words broke off for a moment and Isoloses suddenly understood a little better what Naevys was thinking. Cydrah. He was jealous.

“I didn’t.” Isoloses said truthfully. “Cydrah offered to get us a room, but I didn’t take him up on it.” Naevys smirked a little.

“And why not?” Naevys drawled, interest written on his face.

“Because I am yours.” Isoloses answered instinctually. Naevys’s scrutinizing expression changed then, into a softer look. Naevys smirked down at him, his ass pressing down against Isoloses’s cock. 

Isoloses groaned, his hands moving to grip onto Naevys’s hips as he rocked his own hips up into Naevys’s ass. Naevys giggled, trailing his fingertips down Isoloses’s chest, his fingers sliding down to run over where part of his pact mark curled around his side to his abdomen. Isoloses let out a low groan, his fingers digging into Naevys’s hips more.

“Off,” Naevys said, making Isoloses’s hands fall from his hips immediately. Naevys pulled himself up and stood at the end of the bed, his pale fingers working the buttons of his shirt deliberately. “Hands over your head,” Isoloses moved his hands up over his head immediately, the pact doing it’s job incredibly well. Naevys smirked. “Good boy. Let’s have a little fun, shall we?” Naevys teased, a devious look crossing his face. Isoloses nodded his head, his cock jumping in response to the look Naevys pinned him with.

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Isoloses watched on bated breath as Naevys pulled off his pajama shirt, letting it fall down to the floor in a pile. Naevys smirked as he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of the criminally tight sleeping shorts he was wearing. They were a pair Isoloses had lost his mind over the first time he’d seen them, and Naevys seemed to highly enjoy driving Isoloses absolutely insane with desire. He wasn’t complaining–he loved Naevys being a tease, no one else could tease him better. Vines curled around his wrists and pulled them together, tightening around them as Naevys pushed the shorts down over his long, pale thighs.

He was beautiful, lithe and small, a trait about elves that he found fascinating. All of them blur the lines of gender–though some outwardly show their gender in certain ways. It was a fifty fifty toss up on whether or not you were talking to a woman or a man because of how their physical bodies manifest. The men can carry children just the same as women, and their heat cycles work vastly different from demon cycles. Their heat cycles can fluctuate between what demons classify as heats and ruts–whatever position they usually take in bed is the one that they have. If they typically are penetrating, it manifests as what demons consider ‘ruts’ and if they are the one being penetrated it manifests as ‘heat’. However, it makes it easier to reproduce. They aren’t assigned alpha or omega pretty much, they get the fun without the same level of commitment that demons seemed to be embedded with.

Naevys crawled into the bed, his hand reaching down to curl around the base of Isoloses’s already hard cock, squeezing it tightly. Isoloses groaned, his teeth sinking down into his lip as pain and pleasure curled through him. He couldn’t help the way his heart sped up, his alpha trying to break free from its cage to put Naevys below him. He and his alpha fought on this, quite frequently, because while he enjoyed it, his alpha didn’t. It was a conundrum, one that Isoloses was hard pressed to really give a shit about.

His alpha instincts were long ignored at this point. He’d never really fit into the ‘alpha’ category in his own mind. He fit the criteria, and there was an alpha inside of him–but it felt diluted at this point. Distant from himself, perhaps, or maybe just a thing that flares up like an off and on illness. Only, the cause of the flare up always was the same. Naevys. He fought his instincts hard when Naevys was with him.

He had theories on why, but he preferred not to think about it, because in his mind it was somewhat like touching lightning . He’d probably be better off not doing it.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of a slim vine curling around the base of his cock, making his eyes fly open. The vines didn’t stop there, they continued up, weaving around his erection until it was in a diamond shaped pattern. Naevys smirked and the vines tightened just enough to make him gasp.

“Sex is a reward. Have you earned it?” The condescending tone in Naevys’s voice had Isoloses’s cock hardening, the vines biting into his cock a bit more as it tried to harden. He was going insane already and Naevys had just started with him. He was a weak man, and he didn’t even care because holy Oriosis Naevys looked so damn beautiful pinning him down.

“I followed all of your instructions,” Isoloses answered, squirming around a little as his cock hardening led to the vines tightening more. It hurt, but it wasn’t too much. It hurt in the best way, and Isoloses was helplessly addicted to the pain. Naevys nodded his head, his shiny black hair shifting around on his head as he leaned down and ran his tongue along the underside of Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses moaned, his head falling back against the soft pillow.

The vines on his cock worked their way down a bit before tightening and Isoloses’s eyes rolled back as Naevys’s fingernails ran over his cock teasingly. The sharp tips of Naevys’s nails running over his cock made it jump in excitement. Naevys giggled a bit and slid his hand down to the base of his cock where the vines wrapped the thickest. Naevys smirked a bit and tilted his head to the side before dipping it down and taking the head of his cock into his mouth. Isoloses moaned loudly, shivers running down his spine as he pushed up into his mouth on instinct.

Naevys’s hand landed on his hip, shooting him a look that very clearly said ’ do not move’ as he began bobbing his head up and down the tip of his erection. Demons were physically pretty large, including their erections, and Naevys was small because he was an elf. Seeing the contrasting size between them always made Isoloses a little lightheaded. Not being able to move was torturous as Naevys moved his head, the vines around his cock doing absolutely nothing to keep his erection from staying hard.

Not being able to reach down and touch Naevys made Isoloses a little bit insane. He had the urge to both push up into his mouth and to sink back into the bed, pleasure coursing through his body as Naevys’s warm mouth and tongue moved along his erection. Naevys’s cupped his balls in one hand and rolled them, taking his length further into his mouth and swallowed. Isoloses moaned as he felt the muscles of Naevys’s throat contracting around the head of his cock.

Isoloses couldn’t tear his eyes away from Naevys’s face, the glint in Naevys’s eyes had Isoloses groaning. Naevys’s head pulled back a bit and then ran his tongue along the underneath of the head of his cock. Isoloses jerked and his hands tugged at the vines circling his wrists on instinct as pleasure curled through him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Naevys, not for a moment, completely mesmerized by the beauty he encapsulated. Naevys looked up at him with a scathing look as he tugged on the vines again, his eyes narrowing.

“Don’t. Move.” Naevys commanded, his voice practically a growl. Isoloses froze, the pact preventing him from moving at all. He let out a groan, somewhere between frustration and arousal–he could never really tell where one ended and the other began but that was honestly how he liked it. He liked struggling against his instincts to dominate, and he liked equally as much when he failed to fight them back. It was a toss up, but with Naevys he had no option and he enjoyed that quite a bit. He never wanted to be dominant in the first place, he wanted… he didn’t know what. But it certainly wasn’t that–all the time at least.

Naevys’s lips began to trail down the underside of his cock, his spit-dampened lips soft and puffy against his skin and it took every ounce of brain power he could to focus his eyes on the pretty sight in front of him. The scars on Naevys’s face had guilt biting at him, but the devious look on his face was enough to dispel the worries almost completely. Naevys smirked against his cock, his lips brushing over the vines encircling his cock. Naevys’s lips continued down his cock until they lightly brushed over one of his balls, Naevys’s warm hand cupping one gently while his lips trailed further down before he sucked the other one into his mouth.

Isoloses cried out, his body trying to react but he couldn’t move. It was inescapable pleasure and as torturous as it was, he fucking loved it. Naevys’s hand moved off of his balls and he let out a whine, until he saw Naevys’s hand reaching down towards his own cock. Isoloses’s skin was on fire, his cock pulsing and his body vibrating with need. All he wanted was to be buried inside of Naevys. He wanted to fuck him.

Now.

“Master please ,” Isoloses found himself pleading, despite his alpha protesting the action. “I want to fuck you,” he was far too desperate to sink himself inside of Naevys to give even half of a shit about his alphas protests to his submission. Isoloses’s alpha was free when he was in ruts, Naevys gave him complete control then and only then. When he was in a rut, it was different anyway–his alpha instincts were a lot more present. He couldn’t fight it off as well, and Naevys used it as an excuse to ‘reward him for his good behavior’–but he knew Naevys.

Naevys might’ve been smaller than him, but his ability to restrain Isoloses without even trying in combination with Naevys’s ability to control him with the pact meant his alpha instincts could be forcefully restrained if Naevys wished it. He was a demon prince, but Naevys was a high Elf, the closest thing to a celestial being that could exist outside of the Celestial realm. He was stronger than just normal elves, and he was a ruthless fighter, calculated and resourceful. He could put Isoloses on his knees without the help of the pact, if he so decided to.

Naevys smirked down at him as he ran his fingers over the vines on Isoloses’s cock, making the vines recede and quickly disappear. Isoloses’s cock had the faint outline where the vines had been digging into it, and it made his heart speed up. What was so attractive about it, he couldn’t explain. Naevys crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. Isoloses’s eyes rolled back as he felt his erection brushing against Naevys’s soft, plump ass.

Naevys laughed as Isoloses’s arms twitched a little, trying to tug at the vines but he was unable to. Naevys’s hand reached back behind him and grabbed his cock, pressing the head of Isoloses’s leaking erection against the rim of his hole. He was so wet , so warm , and it had Isoloses aching to bury himself inside. Naevys didn’t let Isoloses’s length slip inside of him, though, not yet. He just sat there, rubbing the tip of his erection against his dripping wet entrance with a taunting smirk stretched across his lips. Isoloses half whined, half huffed, trying to buck his hips up in protest but Naevys’s earlier command left him completely unable to.

He was completely at Naevys’s mercy. Naevys had so much power and control over him, and it made his entire body thrum with excitement. Naevys loved to make him crazy, loved to make him deny his instincts and put him into a place where he was weak and pleading, often with tears in his eyes. Isoloses wasn’t sure what about it made him enjoy it, but honestly he didn’t really care.

“Please,” Isoloses pleaded, his eyes cracking open to look up into Naevys’s eyes. Naevys smirked and leaned back, raising himself a bit, settling his body over Isoloses the head of Isoloses’s cock before allowing the head of his cock slip into his hole. 

His hole was tight enough to make Isoloses feel suffocated in the best way possible, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more of Naevys. Naevys giggled, his hand tightening around the base of Isoloses’s cock tight enough to make his eyes roll back. A groan slipped from between his lips, pleasure and pain coursing through him in equal amounts, albeit one played into the other so it all mingled together and made his body heat up desperately.

“What does my little mutt want?” Naevys tsked, clicking his tongue as he ran his fingernails down Isoloses chest roughly. Red marks formed on his skin, the sting from his nails sending a wave of pleasure through him. A moan burst from his lips in response to the pleasured pain, his erection burning in excitement as Naevys’s hole tightened around the head of his cock.

“I want to fuck you,” Isoloses managed to get out, his arms tugging against the vines circling his wrist. “Please, Naevys, I-I-” Isoloses broke off as Naevys’s hole clenched around his length, his hips swiveling as his hands settled on Isoloses’s chest, pulling Isoloses’s cock out of him before slipping just the head back inside of him. Isoloses groaned, his hand wrapping around the vines that connected to the edge of the bedframe somehow. “Just take all of me!” Isoloses demanded, his alpha slipping out just enough to take momentary control.

“Remember who you are speaking to, mutt.” Naevys snapped, his fingernails digging down into Isoloses’s chest roughly. “Don’t forget your place, Isoloses.” Isoloses groaned and nodded his head desperately. Naevys didn’t stop riding him even as he scolded him, and it drew a pleasured moan off of his lips. With every fluid motion of Naevys’s lithe body, Isoloses was slowly descending into a pleasure and desperation filled pit. His balls ached and his cock pulsed, his orgasm cleverly evading him no matter how much stimulation Naevys gave him.

It was both painful and euphoric, and all that Isoloses could do was just enjoy it and let his mind melt away into a pit of nothingness. Every inch of his body was tensed from the denial, there was a lingering sting of pain but it was driving him closer to the brink of total bliss.

“Please, Naevys I need…” Isoloses broke off as Naevys’s nails receded from his chest, his black eyes sparkling in amusement as he watched Isoloses fight back his alpha instincts desperately. “Master, I need you, please, fuck…” Before he could even finished the long rambling plea he’d managed to work out in his head, Naevys smirked and sank down until Isoloses’s cock was buried inside of him, a moan falling off of his lips as he did so.

Isoloses groaned, the feeling of his warm, wet hole wrapping around his length completely sent pleasure spiraling through him. Isoloses was so ready, he couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else. He wanted to touch Naevys, but he couldn’t. All he could do was let Naevys set the pace, and watch . Naevys’s cock bounced with the movements of his body on top of him, perfectly proportioned to his body, deliciously tinted a pink color. Slick ran down the base of Isoloses’s cock with each upward rise of his body, the feeling and sight of his arousal making Isoloses feel a little breathless.

His entire body was aching to move, but he was forced mostly motionless save for movements that even the pact couldn’t prevent breaking through. He felt so good, being used for Naevys’s pleasure, being played with and teased. Being used as nothing but a toy for Naevys personal enjoyment.

Naevys let out a moan, his head falling back as he bounced his body quicker, his cock swaying with his erratic movements. It gave Isoloses little time to adjust from the shift in pleasures and he found himself pulsing in time with the movements, erring dangerously close to an orgasm already.

He knew Naevys would put an end to that before it became an issue so he didn’t even worry about it. Naevys was so tight and inviting, so wet and warm around him that it made him practically melt. Isoloses groaned loudly, his hands curling around the stems of the vines circling his wrists once again, his muscles clenching from the strain of holding still for so long. Even so, he was transfixed on watching Naevys face, unable to help thinking that he looked rather adorable. With his pale cheeks washed in pink tint, his black eyes cloudy and glazed with arousal and pleasure, his shiny black hair messy on his head from his movements, Isoloses had never seen someone more beautiful.

The fucked out expression on his face made pride swell in Isoloses chest, his alpha finally settling a bit under the look. There was a slight bulge that poked out when Naevys moved in certain directions, and it made Isoloses feel undoubtedly a little smug. Naevys may have him immobilized below him, but the desperation of his movements betrayed him well. Perhaps Isoloses just knew Naevys too well, but he could practically feel the need and desire crackling around Naevys like lightning.

“Naevys,” Isoloses moaned, his head falling back as Naevys’s hips moved sinuously, pleasure coursing through him. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t do anything but look up at Naevys desperately his entire body longing. “I want to move,” He pleaded, his hands clenching around the vines. “Please, Naevys, I want to touch you.” Naevys moaned quietly, his fingers digging down into Isoloses’ abdomen as he shifted a bit.

“You may move.” Naevys agreed, his hand waving and making the vines loosen around his wrists. Isoloses felt excitement washing through him immediately, pulling his hands out of them. Isoloses’s fingers gripped down into Naevys’s hips. “But don’t forget your place.” Naevys reminded him, narrowing his eyes. Isoloses nodded his head desperately. At this point, he was desperate enough to touch him that he would do anything. He just wanted to feel his soft, silky skin, to feel worthy of touching him.

His hands clenched on Naevys’s hips as he began rocking them up, meeting his movements eagerly. Isoloses couldn’t resist the urge to slip his hands around, his fingertips digging into Naevys’s ass roughly. Naevys gasped, his breath hitching as his hole clenched around his length. The friction was almost unbearably intense, Isoloses could barely process the pleasure and everything was beginning to haze over in his mind. His alpha fell completely silent, finally, the slight freedom allowing him to quell the desire to resist and it made Isoloses felt decidedly… blank. He couldn’t quite explain it.

It was somewhat desensitizing, but at the same time, it felt good. He felt kind of like he were free falling, but indefinitely, with no platform visible for him to land on. There was a sense of belonging whenever he was beneath Naevys that he had never experienced before. Naevys, as hectic and erratic as he could sometimes be, was his escape from everything. Naevys provided stability, affection in his own way, his safe space where the past didn’t matter and the future was nothing but a worry for another day. He was only truly free when Naevys was in control of him, an odd concept in theory, but in reality it worked much better than he liked to admit.

“Fuck, Iso,” Naevys let out as he collapsed down on top of his chest, his fingernails clawing into his sides roughly. The sting of pain was enough to make his entire body clench desperately, his hips movements stalling a bit as he tried to keep from losing himself to his orgasm. Naevys quickly caught on, and pulled up off of him, propping himself up with one of his arms. It trembled faintly, his eyes glazed and pleasured as he ran his eyes over him with a smug sort of determination.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I’ve cum.” Naevys said firmly, his eyes narrowing. Isoloses felt the pact seal away his orgasm and he let out a groan, shuddering. His dick was so sensitive he felt as if he might explode, and feeling the extent of the control Naevys had over his body and his reactions made him feel lightheaded. He just wanted to swim in him, get lost, and enjoy the sinking feeling that came from doing so.

“Y-Yes Master,” Isoloses answered obediently, his head falling back against the bed as he pushed his hips up, desperately pushing himself into Naevys’s hole. Naevys cried out and jolted, trembles coursing through his body. “Are you okay?” Isoloses asked worriedly, making Naevys shoot him a look.

“How am I meant to cum from such weak attempts?” Naevys tsked, “Even with a giant fucking cock, you still have no idea how to use it.” Isoloses moaned and shook his head, narrowing his eyes. He knew how to use it, he just kind of lost his sense when he was beneath Naevys. His orgasm was so close to him, he couldn’t contemplate anything. All he wanted to do was make Naevys cum, he didn’t really give a damn what he had to do, he’d do it.

“I’ll do anything, master, please,” Isoloses found himself pleading, his hips movements faltering a bit. Naevys looked beautiful, his black hair ruffled and his pale skin awash in a light pink flush, his hair sticking to his forehead. His beautiful plump lips parted with his noises in a way that made his beautiful face look remarkable. “I want to make you cum, please,” Isoloses pleaded. Naevys hummed, looking contemplative before he nodded and lifted himself off of Isoloses cock. Isoloses let out a distressed noise, his cock aching in protest.

“Hush,” Naevys demanded, crawling across the bed and propping himself up on the edge of the bed frame. “Get behind me and fuck me. Think you can handle that, big guy? Or do you need me to walk you through it?” Isoloses smirked and shook his head.

“I think I can handle you.” Isoloses said, moving quickly to get up onto his knees behind Naevys. He gripped into Naevys’s hips and pressed the head of his cock inside of Naevys, trying to take his time because he didn’t want to hurt him. Naevys let out a growl and pushed himself back, taking his length into his hole in its entirety. Isoloses shuddered, his hands tightening around Naevys’s hips as his eyes rolled back. 

“Fucking hell, you’re such a bitch,” Isoloses groaned as he started thrusting his hips, giving up on taking his time.

“I know,” Naevys giggled as ge changed his position, crossing his arms before resting his head down on them with a smirk. “Fuck me harder.” He demanded, making Isoloses groan and nod his head, speeding up his movements as he felt pleasure coursing through him. Naevys felt so good, he was so close and the only thing stopping him from cumming was the pact, so he wasn’t thinking entirely clearly–all he could think about was cumming.

“Fuck, Master, you feel so good.” Isoloses said, curling over his back, letting his fingers ghost down to Naevys’s abdomen as he nuzzled into the back of his neck. Naevys moaned, his hips pushing back into Isoloses thrusts, meeting him halfway. Every movement of his hips pulled a moan from Naevys’s lips, and it wasn’t long until Naevys was burying his face in his arms, loud cries falling off of his lips.

“Harder! Harder!” Naevys demanded, meeting Isoloses’s eyes. Isoloses nodded and met his gaze, speeding up his hips movements. Isoloses gasped, taking in a deep breath as he tried to concentrate. He could scarcely think with how tight Naevys was, wrapping around him like a vice, but even so he managed to move his body harder and faster, bringing a moan from Naevys’s mouth as he trembled and pushed back into the thrust. Isoloses changed his angle a bit before thrusting into him harder, trying to reach even deeper inside of him. Naevys jolted, a moan falling out of his mouth.

“Isoloses, fuck, Iso,” Naevys cried out, and Isoloses couldn’t help but love the way Naevys’s voice caressed his name, making it sound somewhat like a melody. It was angelic and beautiful, frantic and needy. As Isoloses thrusted, his hand roamed around Naevys’s abdomen while the other gripped tighter onto his hip, and as he was doing so he became aware of his cock bumping against his fingertips. Out of mere curiosity, he pushed a little on the slight bump. Naevys’s eyes shot open and he tensed, his entire body convulsing, a loud cry of pleasure leaving his lips. Isoloses smirked a little and leaned his head down closer to his ear.

“I can feel my cock moving inside of you, Master,” He teased, making Naevys moan and nod his head. “Does it feel good?” He asked, making Naevys nod, his eyes rolling back as Isoloses kept the pressure on the spot where his cock kept hitting, switching to grinding his hips instead of thrusting. Naevys moaned, shifting a bit before reaching one of his hands up, tangling his fingers in Isoloses’s hair, pulling him down roughly, and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Their tongues moved together eagerly, Naevys letting out moans and breathy gasps into his mouth as Isoloses grinded into him, the hand on Naevys’s hip moved down to curl around his erection. Isoloses couldn’t wait anymore, he just wanted to see Naevys completely wrecked, cum filling him up and running down his thighs. It was an image that had him jumping to action, pulling out of him almost entirely before slamming back inside of him.

Naevys jerked away from the kiss to cry out loudly, his walls spasming around Isoloses’s cock, clenching tighter and tighter. Isoloses groaned and thrusted into him harder, each thrust punching a moan from Naevys’s lips. The noises escaping Naevys’s pretty lips were beautiful and swam through his brain like an aphrodisiac spread through the bloodstream. 

“Fuck I love your dick. Be a good boy and make me cum.” Naevys demanded, making Isoloses nod his head. It was a light at the end of the tunnel, his painful erection already jerking in excitement at just the mere idea of having relief. Isoloses’s length was pulsing inside of Naevys, his entire body pleading for release and the knowledge that he was close to having made Naevys orgasm, it spurred him on even more.

Pleasing Naevys was his ultimate desire. In all honesty, he didn’t really care what Naevys asked of him. Naevys’s moans and cries of pleasure echoed around him and all he could do was move his body desperately. The pain from the denial was menial in comparison to the pleasure from fucking Naevys for an extended period of time. He loved this… Loved how ravenous he felt when Naevys took his ability to orgasm away. The most arousing part actually was his inability to orgasm before him. In his mind it solidified his place–always beneath Naevys. 

Naevys was close to orgasming, Isoloses had memorized every reaction Naevys had to sexual stimulation. Naevys was easy to read in bed, his body was a lot more expressive than his mouth ever hoped to be. He melted beneath Isoloses like he were made of ice, his hole seeming to clench around his length desperately as if he could prevent him from pulling out that way alone. Naevys’s eyes ran over Isoloses from over his shoulder, trembles coursing through him. His black eyes were watery and glazed, cheeks and the tips of his cute little pointed ears flushed pink, an air of desperation surrounding him.

Isoloses buried himself inside of Naevys as deeply as he could, grinding into his prostate. Naevys jolted, letting out a loud moan as he felt Naevys’s trembling body convulse around his cock. It was the last bit of stimulation necessary for Naevys to collapse into an orgasm, and it sent pride and relief flooding through Isoloses in equal levels.

“Cum, knot me now, “ Naevys demanded breathlessly. The command hit the pact and zinged through his body, feeling his knot begin to expand. It made Naevys’s already vice-tight hole clamp around the base of it, and it sent jolts of pleasure through Isoloses’s body, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself to his orgasm immediately after. Satisfaction raced through him as he choked out a groan, pressing his cheek to the back of Naevys’s shoulder as he shuddered. Naevys moaned, his thighs trembling a bit as his eyes rolled back.

“ Fuck, “ Naevys’s head dipped forward, his back arching as he squirmed and shivered, his hands balling up into fists. Isoloses curled his arms around Naevys’s waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he let out a shaky breath, pleasure buzzing through his body like an electric current. He felt so close to Naevys like this, the Alpha in him practically sighing it’s relief at having Naevys connected to him like this.

After a couple moments of stillness, Isoloses managed to regain some semblance of sense and tugged Naevys up from where he was leaning against the frame of his bed. Naevys looked blissed out and amazed, his pretty face relaxed and jaw slack, his eyes only partially open. Naevys let out a moan as Isoloses’s arms moved positions, one went to Naevys’s chest, the other tightening around his waist, before letting them fall over onto the bed, his knot still locking them together.

Naevys pulled his eyes open more, letting out a moan as he looked up over his shoulder and smirked, meeting Isoloses’s eyes. His beautiful black eyes were so glazed, and full of pleasure and contentment. that it made Isoloses’s heart clench in his chest.

“Good boy,” Naevys murmured, one of his hands curling around Isoloses’s arm. Isoloses nuzzled into the back of his head, smiling to himself. Naevys sighed contentedly, shifting a bit so that his back was pressing against Isoloses’s chest more. Isoloses’s free arm moved, his hand running gently over Naevys’s abdomen. Naevys let out a happy humming noise, his head falling back onto Isoloses’s chest.

“I missed you,” Isoloses found himself mumbling quietly into Naevys’s hair, unable to help himself. Naevys hummed quietly, his hand squeezing around Isoloses’s wrist and smiled faintly, falling silent as he melted back into his chest. Isoloses felt so… distant. There was a sense of closeness and connection like this. He was at peace, his mind silent and empty for the first time in what felt like forever. He couldn’t help but curl around Naevys more, tightening his grip around Naevys’s form as he peeked down at him, taking in the sight of his face.

He looked asleep, but Isoloses knew he wasn’t. He was just content, and it made Isoloses feel prideful. He pleased Naevys, and it filled him with a sense of accomplishment. After sex, Naevys often grew a bit more expressive–not exactly vocally but physically. Naevys cuddled up to him, he hummed his pleasure occasionally and littered in whispered praises that stayed in Isoloses’s head the entire day afterwards.

Isoloses didn’t really give a damn about a lot of things. He hated himself for the things that he had done, and he didn’t figure many people would be inclined to ever forgive him for what he’d done… he had built walls around his feelings long ago because he didn’t see another option. He didn’t really even want to live, but Naevys made life… less miserable. Naevys acceptance was something that made Isoloses feel genuine happiness, even if only when he was with Naevys.

“You’re staring at me,” Naevys mumbled, his cheeks heating up but his eyes refused to open. His long black eyelashes fluttered a bit as he shuffled backwards even closer to him.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Isoloses asked curiously, making Naevys huff and shake his head.

“No. Shut up and go to sleep, Iso. I’m trying to enjoy your knot and you staring at me is distracting.” Isoloses couldn’t fight back the chuckle that escaped his lips, which drew a huff from Naevys’s lips. He didn’t scold him like Isoloses thought he might. Instead he just silently shifted back towards his chest and pointedly didn’t respond at all, but there was a faint flush on his cheeks.

“Goodnight, Master,” Isoloses murmured, tightening his arms around Naevys’s body for a microsecond before he let the grip slack a bit and let himself begin relaxing. It’d take no time at all like this for him to fall asleep. He was comfortable, his cock was still buried inside of Naevys with no immediate signs of his knot receding, and he felt delightfully free and empty. Time didn’t really exist, not to him. It might as well be frozen, given the blank, quietness of his head, and the closeness to Naevys made him wish it really were.

Everything was perfect.

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Things quickly fell into rhythm once Isoloses stayed the first night at Naevys’s castle with the intention of staying. Isoloses usually just accompanied Naevys on his walks, while he handled his business in town, and acted pretty much like a babied security guard. All he had to do was stay a few feet back and observe. He kept a mask covering his face and often kept a hood over his head, and honestly he gained a lot of suspicious looks, but when their eyes landed on Naevys with him the gazes averted almost immediately.

Naevys was of high status, and he was known to all of the elves in the realm as a savior, someone respectable and kind. He would be immediately overlooked and ignored as long as he were beside him, essentially, because no matter their personal distaste for Isoloses himself, their respect for Naevys prevented them from expressing their distaste. Isoloses honestly appreciated it, a lot.

He didn’t expect people to love him, like him, or forgive him. He just wanted to follow Naevys around as if he were on a leash. Naevys didn’t need protection, Tenebris Regni was about as Utopian as possible, and Naevys could kick his ass so he wasn’t really sure what the point of him doing it was… but he enjoyed it. He would probably just sit around and twiddle his thumbs otherwise, for so long he’d lived the same day every day that he didn’t know what he personally enjoyed doing.

He couldn’t remember a time when his everyday life wasn’t consumed with worrying about his fathers antics, what role he would be forced to play in them, and the potential repercussions of it. It was nice to have nothing to worry about, but at the same time, it was all he had done before. His own interests had fizzled away under the constant pressure and worry, and he didn’t know how to find them again.

To the best of his knowledge, he’d always been on-edge and panicky, because there really wasn’t much time to sleep when your realm is literally the cause of multi-realm destruction. That undoubtedly garnered a lot of enemies, especially when Isoloses had spent many millennia serving in his fathers military. It wasn’t like he was really given much of an option. He’d been assigned an Alpha at eighteen, and his father had immediately put him into training.

It wasn’t like he didn’t receive training before that, but official, on the books training? Eighteen. His father had been training him for years in different ways. His father had learned about his siphoning ability and he’d been put to work as soon as he could be. It was convenient for his father, because if Isoloses siphoned someone, he gained an exact copy of their abilities. He had siphoned so many beings he’d lost count, and while they’d return to normal and still have their ability, it still ate at him.

A lot of things did. He had a lot of guilt to live with–and while that wasn’t… surprising to him, it might be to most.

In the beginning, he’d followed Isandro into battle because he felt it was an honor to serve his king. He was chosen to be one of the highest ranks in the army, right out of the gates, and he was high on life… on purpose. His father tended to heighten the value of his happiness and approval, and when Isoloses failed to garner it as an adolescent, he needed to gain it somehow. He had to have a value, a purpose, something to live for because he lived only to serve at his fathers feet. If he weren’t a tyrant, perhaps that’d be a good thing.

His father had spent years, had dedicated centuries to grooming Isoloses into the perfect soldier, the perfect emotionless, empty-shelled abomination he had become. He hadn’t always been evil, perhaps an unbelievable statement coming from a demon, but he’d been a kid at one point. He’d had, at the very least, a shred of humanity in him. Now? He couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror without wanting to shatter it into a million little slivers.

Isoloses had gotten to see his father before he aged, and when he looked into the mirror, all he could see was him . There were some differences, but he was the oh-so-lucky son to have been ‘the one who looked like his father’ at every ball, political event, army meeting, party, store–he’d heard it everywhere .

He wasn’t blind , he knew that his existence in and of itself was a horrible reminder of the past. He saw it every time he passed a reflective surface. He typically wore a mask to cover his face when on missions, the only time he had an excuse to. In his fathers eyes, wearing a mask was disrespectful, because why should he be ashamed of resembling such an honorable and strong man like him. Only, Isoloses didn’t live in his fathers imagination, he lived in reality. Where his father was one of the most hated beings in all of the twenty seven realms, and he was the spitting image of him in his youth.

He wasn’t the best guy, he cheated at poker when he played against someone he didn’t like, and if he had a dime for every time he did something stupid he’d be rich. He forgot to hold the door open when someone older than him walked in front of him, and well, he’d been on the wrong side of many wars. It wasn’t like he’d ever been given an opportunity to quit, and with his father, ‘no’ didn’t mean no. Nothing means no, because ‘no’ wasn’t an option.

Maybe he could’ve spoken up and said something… but now it’s too little too late. He was well past the point of that . He could only try better himself and hope that over time he could slowly begin to make amends. The quiet, almost indistinguishable sound of the door of Naevys’s office opening interrupted his train of thought.

“Isoloses,” Naevys’s voice came from behind him. Isoloses turned his head to peek over his shoulder. Naevys’s eyes ran over his masked face as a smirk pulled across his face. “We have a trip to make.” Naevys said, crossing his arms.

“Alright, I’m ready to–” Naevys shook his head.

“You’re going to want something with long sleeves and pants. You’ll also want to bring your knives, and your sword.” Naevys said firmly. Isoloses raised an eyebrow at that, suspicious immediately.

“Who do you want me to kill?” Isoloses asked worriedly. Naevys shook his head.

“Ideally no one, however you’ll definitely need a weapon in case we get separated where we are going.” Naevys said, making Isoloses nod his head. He was suddenly a little worried, but he rose to his feet and immediately made his way to Naevys’s room to get changed and grab his knives, and then he’d have to grab his sword out of Naevys’s weapon room before they could go wherever Naevys wanted.

“Oh, and Iso.” Naevys said, making Isoloses turn to look over his shoulder. “Get your collar and the leash as well.” Isoloses raised an eyebrow at that, confused but accepting regardless. Naevys rarely used the collar and leash he’d had made for him, so it did draw questions as to why he wanted him to wear it suddenly, but he didn’t care. He didn’t really have the ability to feel shame over such trivial things at this point, and his alpha was easily appeased after years of his fathers overbearing domination and repression.

He struggled during intimacy, and that was really it. There was just something in his brain that told him he had to have control, even if he wholly didn’t want it. He had no impulse control, when he had to be in control nothing good ever came from it–granted his father had always been kind of pulling the strings from the shadows. Serving Naevys came naturally in a way, because even though the desire to dominate him arose when they were having sex, he didn’t truly want to. It was just his pesky secondary gender burdening him.

Isoloses sighed deeply as he walked into Naevys’s room and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the bed as he walked over to the dresser Naevys had given him for his clothes. He grabbed out a long sleeved shirt and pulled it on, before bending over and grabbing a pair of pants out of the bottom drawer. He kicked out of the pants he was wearing and pulled on the pants that he fished out, before grabbing his throwing knives container and slipping them into place in the little loops they were meant to go into on his pants. Isoloses pushed up the sleeves of his shirt before grabbing the wrist cuffs and putting them on. He slipped the last four throwing knives into the loops around the cuffs before he pulled his sleeves down to conceal them.

Isoloses let out a quiet sigh as he turned away from the dresser and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. It sent a sliver of something shooting through his chest that made him feel momentarily unstable. He reached up and grabbed onto the hood connected to his shirt and flipped it up, grabbing his black leather swordsman glove. He quickly turned around and headed for the door of the closet, working the buttons that connected to his wrist cuff on

his left hand. All that’s left is the collar, leash, and my sword, Isoloses thought, humming a bit as he went to Naevys’s closet to dig around for the box he knew Naevys kept his collar and leash in.

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It took approximately thirty minutes to secure his fucking sword because the weapons room guard did not believe him when he said it was his and then he had to bother Naevys get him to have the guard let him into the room. It was a minor annoyance, but he wasn’t going to even acknowledge it. There was little need for him to rush if Naevys wasn’t rushed and he didn’t seem to be, given the way he was slowly strolling through the woods towards his waterfall.

Isoloses knew the walk there well, because Naevys liked to open his portals in the middle of one of the plateaus of the waterfall. Isoloses didn’t complain, he didn’t have anything against walks and honestly the fresh clean air made his tight lungs feel somewhat relaxed. He was able to ignore it when he was in Caelestes, but with the clean air in Tenebris, his lungs felt different in a very noticeable way. It was like the longer he wasn’t breathing in the soot and ash in Caelestes, the less work his lungs had to do. As a demon, he knew it wasn’t going to kill him–he’d lived with the condition for years, and had never had a hard time breathing. It was just his lungs feeling a little tight in some unexplainable way, which made him feel as if he might struggle to breathe.

His demonic healing prevented major lung complications which meant it was always just a whisper of a thought, something that tickled just at the back of his throat and annoyed him because of its frequency at first. After a while it was a feeling he grew familiar with, one that he never even registered anymore, but with the sudden shift in atmosphere it allowed his demonic healing to actually work to reverse the issue instead of just containing it.

Demonic healing was wonky, unlike vampires who could even return to life after having been killed, demons could die under many circumstances–though all of them were rather unlikely. Their bodies regenerated slowly, yes, but they couldn’t bleed out, so as long as they were not literally dead immediately, they could regenerate. However, there are exceptions to the rule. If something is a persistent issue, then instead of healing it, it begins containing it–preventing it from moving further and making them sicker.

His fathers illness ate away at his magic, draining him as Ilsa grew stronger. The less magic a demon has, the less of their healing abilities work. That’s why he had to consistently drain Ilsa’s energy to survive. Isoloses had offered to take his place but it hadn’t worked. Isoloses unlike other siphons, had magical energy of his own that fueled his power. His magic didn’t work for his father, however. It was because of all the experiments that his father did to him–his magic was altered, different. It made him sick, which really should speak volumes about how badly his father had fucked his entire body up.

Isoloses came to a stop a few feet behind Naevys as they came up to the edge of the flowing water that cascaded over the multiple plateaus of the waterfall. The one they were currently at was the lowest point, and even with the water rushing down everywhere, there was a certain stillness in the water that made Isoloses feel uneasy. It didn’t sound like he was standing next to a waterfall anymore, it sounded like he was standing next to a creek. The water was making an audible noise, far too blue and clear for it to look like any kind of water Isoloses was familiar with seeing like this.

This waterfall was fully Naevys’s handiwork, making the water be still and clear to a point of uncanniness. It was moving, it just didn’t look like it was moving. It was making noise, it just didn’t sound like it should considering the straight drop downwards it was currently doing. The light moon was reflecting off the flat still surfaces of the water that Isoloses could see, rippling with the faint movements of the water–the only thing that actually let him know the water was moving, save for the faint sound of it.

Trees surrounded the waterfall’s edge on the farthest side, across the water, lush and densely packed, with bushes covered in bright glowing flowers. Vines, with and without flowers decorating them, crawled up the stumps of the trees and cast a faint flush of color peeking around the edges of the trunks of the trees farther back where the light from the moon didn’t reach.

Isoloses’s eyes moved to Naevys, who jumped straight down into the water. It came up to his knees, even with the platform shoes he wore to give himself a couple extra inches of height. Isoloses stepped into the water behind him, scrunching up his nose a little as he felt the water seep into his boots, his socks, and the bottoms of his pants. He followed Naevys up towards the back of the waterfall, fighting against the stream of water way more than Naevys, who seemed wholly unaffected by the stream of water that was moving much faster and harder than it appeared at a glance.

Isoloses came to a stop behind him as Naevys stopped in front of the water rushing down over the cliff. Isoloses wasn’t surprised that the water wasn’t splashing wildly everywhere, Naevys could control the elements to a startling degree, but it was still disconcerting and he kept waiting for an avalanche of water to splash down on top of him. Naevys murmured Śṱưẚʀṃŭş Īɴḟɘçẗơɾīᶏ, under his breath.

The water running over the edge of the mountainside froze at that moment, completely

solid, save for an oblong oval cutout shape that went down into the still… water

at their feet, and had water swirling around in the center of it like a whirlpool. Naevys let out a quiet hum and shut his black eyes, tilting his head down for a moment before he opened them and then reached out, his finger tapping the center of the whirlpool. It immediately stilled and then Naevys turned to look over his shoulder at him.

“Into the dark, we descend.” Naevys muttered, before stepping into the portal, his hand grasping onto Isoloses’s leash and tugging him through before he could do much of anything himself. When Isoloses’s foot hit the ground, he looked up and around, his mouth dropping a bit. They were definitely not in Tenebris Regni anymore. Frankly, he didn’t know where they were.

The whole place was barren and flat, dry and cold . Bitter cold, as if he should be standing in the middle of a snow-covered field instead of just a barren wasteland. There were trees off in the distance, but not a single one had leaves on them–but there were no leaves on the ground anywhere either. It was… a little nerve inducing. In the distance, Isoloses could see an absolutely massive wall made of something, that led up to what looked like an arrangement of swords or blades–something that definitely was violating many health and safety codes in Caelestes.

There were no buildings peeking over what Isoloses was certain was a very tall wall, with daunting watchtowers. Isoloses’s eyes could pick up the forms of the guards on the watchtower moving around, probably too far away to make them out. Isoloses chanced a nervous glance over at Naevys.

“Where the hell are we?” Isoloses asked worriedly. Naevys giggled, his chin tilting up.

“What’s the matter, is my big scary demon afraid? I have a feeling it will be I protecting you this time.” Naevys teased with a smirk, his black eyes glinting in amusement. Isoloses let out a huff, a blush covering his cheeks.

“I’m not afraid ,” He denied, and it was true. At least, he wasn’t afraid in the sense that he felt something might happen to him. He was afraid of what might happen to Naevys. His death wouldn’t be tragic, Naevys was well-respected, and his existence alone symbolizes hope. Isoloses was nothing , Naevys was everything.

“Well, just keep up and don’t get separated from me.” He said, tugging the leash. Isoloses nodded his head, then paused.

“What if I do get separated from you?” He ventured. Naevys tilted his head to the side.

“Just don’t. “ Naevys said firmly, narrowing his eyes.

“And… if I do, what do I do?” Isoloses pressed. Naevys poked out his lip a little, looking half amused, half sassy.

“If you do, keep your head down, don’t engage and find me quickly.” Naevys said. “And if you get attacked… don’t hold back and don’t hesitate. Aim to kill.”

“Is this a good idea?” Isoloses asked worriedly as soon as the words were out of Naevys’s mouth.

“Isoloses, just relax .” Naevys purred, spinning around so that he was in front of him, facing him. Isoloses took a deep, shaky breath and bit his lip. “Follow my instructions and stay close to me. You are on a leash, and I have it wrapped around my wrist.” Isoloses nodded his head, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face worriedly. “Here, you big baby. Hold my hand,” he said, smirking a little as he reached his hand out and grabbed Isoloses’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

Isoloses squeezed his hand and nodded his agreement, a flush coating his cheeks. Naevys turned and started leading him towards the giant wall, and Isoloses hummed a bit, looking over it as they approached. It wasn’t a long walk, like he’d assumed, but it felt like it took forever. He looked nervously from the left to right sides of him, narrowing his eyes a bit as he looked over the guards they were approaching nervously, keeping his head dipped down so his eyes weren’t visible from beneath his hood.

He felt nervous as he looked back to the ground. Naevys’s hand didn’t release his as they came to a stop in front of the guard. Isoloses could see his pretty face as he looked up at the man, a pretty look on his face.

“Hey there.” Naevys purred, reaching his hand out to rest it on the outside of the man’s arm.

“It’s been a while, Sūkni,” The man said, his eyes running over Naevys appreciatively, before his eyes moved over to Isoloses. “And who’s your guest?” There was an edge to his voice that made Isoloses feel a spark of annoyance. Mine , his alpha growled, his eyes narrowing as he stiffened.

“This is my pet, can’t you tell by the leash?” Naevys teased, pulling his hands from Isoloses’s to show off his slim wrist with the leash circling it. The man laughed, looking over Isoloses. “Do you mind opening the gate for me?” Naevys asked sweetly, batting his eyes at him. The man looked over him once again, before glancing at Isoloses.

“And what do I get out of it?” He grumbled, crossing his arms. Naevys pinned him with a look that sent shivers of trepidation through Isoloses .

“Don’t patronize me, you know what happens when I get angry,” Naevys said emotionlessly, tilting his head to the side. He looked so innocent, but there was something about the fiery, deep look in his eyes that said he was not nearly as innocent as he appeared. Isoloses already knew that, but his ability to look simultaneously like he could be the most innocent being in the twenty-seven realms and like he was the most the diabolical evil mastermind in existence to date was astounding. He was intimidating, despite being small, compact, and adorable.

The guy stiffened and nodded his head begrudgingly, shooting Isoloses a dirty, scathing look before he banged roughly on the stone wall. The giant metal door blocking the entry pulled up slowly, the sound of metal squeaking annoyingly through the air. It was almost comical how long it took the gate to pull up, and it was awkward to stand there with the guard sizing him up scornfully.

By the time it’d fully raised and they were waved through, Isoloses was sure a few hundred years had to have been shaved off his life-span. He kept his eyes down, though, in an attempt to keep from being recognized. Naevys tugged his leash, making him huff a little.

“Come on,” Naevys said forcefully, making him nod obediently and follow closely behind Naevys as he led him through the gate. As they crossed the threshold Naevys quickly tugged him forward by the hand as the metal gate dropped down… fast. It slammed against the ground with a bang that echoed off of the metal and stone loudly. Even as loud as it was, however, it did not drown out the sound of music. It was loud and harmonious even though it sounded somewhat like pots and pans being banged on. There were people everywhere and the area smelled heavily of booze and something that smelled edible.

The buildings were put together seemingly out of metal, each building much smaller than the ones in Tenebris and Caelestes. Instead of being multiple stories, they all seemed to be one story and didn’t have any kind of door anywhere on them. People mulled about outside, all of them were roughly medium sized, with their skin tinted somewhat brown as it ran up their arms to the tops of their shoulders. The men all wore clothes intended to show off their muscles, and while Isoloses was taller and bulkier than them, he understood why Naevys told him not to hold back or hesitate if someone jumped him.

What he didn’t understand is where they were, and why they were there.

Naevys’s eyes roamed over the signs on the buildings as if he could read them, and perhaps he could, but Isoloses couldn’t. He wasn’t sure what Naevys was looking for as he walked down the center of the street, his hand tugging Isoloses forward. Isoloses didn’t hesitate to follow him, though. He was Naevys’s protector, he was the armed one, and he was not letting anyone hurt Naevys.

Naevys let out a quiet hum and flitted towards a building that had surprisingly very few

people were loitering about. Isoloses was probably paranoid, he’d always been, but it seemed odd that every other building in the city had people loitering in front of them ,and rushing through the doors both ways, yet no one was entering or leaving this place. As they came to a stop at the door, a giant man came walking out, towering over even Isoloses. He was… not sure what kind of being he was actually looking at, and that made him a little unsettled. He’d thought he knew every kind of being, but obviously not.

“What’s the password.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest as he blocked the doorway. There was recognition in his gaze when his eyes landed on Naevys, but when they moved to Isoloses, he could practically feel the waves of anger rolling off of him. Naevys looked up at him, unamused and unintimidated.

“Sollix, get out of my way,” Naevys said firmly, narrowing his eyes. “Or, I can move you myself.” The guy hesitated a bit, before he stepped to the side.

“Yes, Sūkni.” He said respectfully, holding his hand out. Naevys’s black eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as his eyes ran over the tall guy.

“Thank you, Solly.” He said teasingly, before pulling Isoloses through the entrance of the building.

On the outside it looked depressing, unfriendly and rough, stacked stone and thick metal making up the entire outer structure of it. The windows were dark with tinted glass that made it impossible to see in, but it wasn’t like Isoloses had been expecting it to be a pleasant place. Still, as soon as they were inside, it felt a little more ominous. The person behind the counter was chasing after a fist sized spider and didn’t even look up to greet them. It’s every bit as uninviting on the inside as the outside. There were beams littered around the entire room with unlit torches attached to them.

The walls were decorated–if Isoloses could even call it that, with old paintings covered in dust. The place itself was almost completely abandoned, as well. The few patrons inside of the establishment were eerily silent, and Isoloses was unsure if all of them were even alive. They didn’t move, they didn’t speak, hell Isoloses couldn’t even be certain they were blinking.

Isoloses felt nerves crawling through him as he followed Naevys deeper into the dimly lit building, looking around. The inside of the building wasn’t much different from the outside, metals and stone made up the furniture, a large bar, multiple tables, and to top it off soft creepy organ music just faintly bouncing off of the walls of the building.

“Sūkni, over here!” A guy in one of the farthest corners called, and Isoloses chanced a glance up. He didn’t recognize the guy, but… he did. It was strange, he couldn’t place where he knew him from. Naevys hummed, looking over at him and then smirked and headed straight for him, pulling Isoloses along behind him. Naevys stopped at the edge of the table before sliding into the seat, releasing Isoloses’s hand only after he had taken his place beside him.

“It’s been a while,” He said fondly, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face in a way that made Isoloses’s alpha growl. “I couldn’t help but miss our fun times together.” Naevys met his eyes with a deadpan expression, cold and emotionless.

“Ah yes, how could I ever forget such wonderful memories as those.” Naevys drawled, rolling his eyes. “I’m not here to rekindle an old flame. I’m here because you have something that I want. And I have something that you want.” Isoloses’s fist clenched a little and he averted his eyes, trying to just block out the words being said beside him. He didn’t care if Naevys slept with other people, but so far it seemed he had a history with every being they’d come across. It wasn’t a matter of the actual history, more a question of when , and he wasn’t sure why it made him suddenly feel like ripping this guy’s head off.

It wasn’t his fault, and it wasn’t even Naevys’s fault because Isoloses hadn’t even been jealous when he watched Naevys have sex with other people. He wasn’t aroused by it, but it didn’t make a sinking feeling in his stomach, nor did it faze him. He didn’t care if Naevys slept with other people, and Naevys had always allowed him the same privilege as well, though Isoloses had scarcely used that allowance.

For him, he’d always… struggled since his father preformed the ‘upgrades’ on him. He could get hard, he could enjoy sex, and he could orgasm. It was always pleasurable, but… it was different. He had taken little interest, his libido just seemed to be nonexistent for a while. And then he’d met Naevys. Naevys was… special. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something about him that immediately made Isoloses’s alpha respond, very readily at that.

“And what do you have that I want then, if not your pretty self?” The guy prodded, making Naevys roll his eyes and lean forward to rest his elbows on the stone tabletop. “I mean, it’s not that I’m doubting your abilities or anything but I am not really looking for many things at the present moment.” There was a smugness in the way he said it that made Isoloses want to growl. He almost did, but held back, more for Naevys than anything else.

Naevys reached one of his slim hands into the inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out a 𝖬uūṇ𝗆𝗂𝗍ɘ crystal, about the size of a strawberry, sparkling and bright, emanating a bright gray and purple light. The crystal itself was radiating power, Isoloses’s siphoning abilities were on alert to its proximity. If Isoloses had his guesses, he’d say a tyion cut size of 𝖬uūṇ𝗆𝗂𝗍ɘ crystal would go for almost a million in Caelestesian currency. The thing about them, however, is that acquiring a 𝖬uūṇ𝗆𝗂𝗍ɘ crystal is about as easy as walking into a pit of fiery lava and spikes. Difficult, and painful.

“Where did a little thing like you get that ?” The guy asked, his eyes sparkling with interest as he leaned forward on the tabletop and smirked.

“I pried it from a dragon’s hand after beating him in a sparring match.” Naevys said, running his fingers over it with a smirk on his face. “He cried a little, but… I told him not to bet something he wasn’t prepared to lose.”

“Still as cold as ever, I see.” He mused, smirking a little as he raised one of his hands. Isoloses watched as an orange and yellow

hue began to creep up the man’s fingertips, deepening and brightening as it moved on to his wrist and then up his arm. “When’s the last time you played with fire, hm?” He hummed, reaching the hand out to put it on Naevys’s arm.

“Enough.” Naevys snapped, his eyes narrowing. “I did not come here to see you, as a friend or a lover. I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Remain professional, or I’ll just take what I want from you, and if you happen to meet your untimely demise…” Naevys shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say ‘sucks to be you’ and Isoloses almost laughed.

“And what is it that you want then?” He said, sounding almost a little put out.

“What do you think? I’m looking to get my hands on something. Why else would I ever come to visit you ?” Naevys questioned, unbothered by his change in tone. The guy clenched his jaw and shrugged, so Naevys ignored him. “I’m sure you know of the glass sword, yes?” Naevys stated more than questioned, making Isoloses’s head twirl around to face him, almost shell shocked.

The glass sword was a legend, nay, a myth  in Isoloses’s book. Well, up until this very moment when Naevys uttered the name. Naevys was much, much too knowledgeable to fall for something like a myth. If Naevys was looking for it, it was real. Still, legend, myth, real or imaginary, Isoloses couldn’t remember what the damn thing was meant to do, but it must be pretty valuable if Naevys was looking for it. The guy hesitated for a moment, looking a bit caught out before he nodded, his eyes flickering a little. 

“I would like to get my hands on it. And I’m sure you know just where to find it, don’t you Allectius?” Naevys followed up with, and the man, Allectius , did a horrible job of hiding the expressions that momentarily passed over his face. It was clear to even Isoloses that he knew exactly what Naevys wanted from him and where to get it.

“How would you know that , hm?” Allectius asked, his face blanking. His eyes clearly betrayed his attempt to be dishonest even as he managed to his his face pretty still.

“Because let’s just say, I have kept up with said sword, and I know it currently resides in your possession.” Naevys said evenly, smirking as his eyes roamed over Allectius. “I would like the sword, please and thank you.” He smiled a sarcastic, sugary sweet smile pulled into place as he ended the sentence.

“It will take a day or two for me to retrieve it…” He said slowly.

“I will stay in town, then. I couldn’t help but notice the vacancy signs in the window of the Inn. I guess this place doesn’t get a lot of tourists, hmm?” Naevys said it in a smug tone, one side of his lips quirking up as he tilted his head.

“I wouldn’t think so, given you’re the only one who seems to be able to figure out how to get here.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “That’s fine, then. But for such a valuable sword… I’m going to need more than one little crystal.” Naevys laughed at that.

“Oh it’s so funny how you think you have the option to refuse me. How many realms are currently looking for you, and wish to execute you?” Naevys hummed, leaning forward as he ran his eyes over his fingernails. “However, if you truly feel the payment is unfair, you could always beg me for more.” The guy’s eyebrow twitched a little in frustration.

“I can sit here all day.” The guy said, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t stiff me.”

“Stiff you? As far as I’m concerned it’s generous of me to offer you any sort of payment for returning something that rightfully belongs to the high elves royal family.” Naevys said, glaring at him hatefully. “It was my sword before the fall of Ittotsia, and I plan to have it back. This can go one of two ways. And I think we both know which is favorable for you. So why don’t you stop running your mouth and be a good little scavenger.”

“…Right. How could I forget that I borrowed it from…”

“From the weapons room while my family laid inside bleeding to death and begging you by name, for assistance? Yeah, how could you forget that, darling?” Allectius’s eyes widened as he shook his head, hesitating for a moment. He didn’t seem to know what to say to that and Isoloses wasn’t sure that he would have known what to say either.

“Fine, I’ll get you your damn sword,” Allectius agreed, “Tomorrow, I’ll meet you back here at ten. Without your… pet .” The way he said it was almost a scoff and it made Isoloses’s blood boil.

“Deal.” Naevys said evenly, emotionlessly. “If you betray my trust, Allectius, there will not be a realm small and insignificant enough for you to hide in, nor a stone that will be left unturned in my efforts to hunt you down.”

“Got it,” He mumbled, his eyes rolling before he stood up.

“Good boy. Go fetch,” Naevys said, waving his hand dismissively. The man sarcastically made a couple barking noises before sneering and storming off. Naevys leaned forward a bit and giggled, his hand clutching the Muunmite crystal. Isoloses didn’t know what to say, truthfully, so he said nothing. He couldn’t read the look in Naevys’s eyes, and it made him– and his alpha– squirm around uncomfortably.

What the hell was wrong with him? He had no idea. However… his alpha was not liking this. At all.

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Isoloses felt more than just a little uneasy as Naevys led him into a room at the Inn. The entire time that Naevys spoke to the innkeeper he’d done so in another language, one that Isoloses was unable to understand. Isoloses was hard pressed to believe he’d be getting any sleep whatsoever tonight. From the loud, echoing chatter coming in through the window of the room–which had no glass and thus nothing to block the noise–to the song that seemed to have absolutely no endings or intermissions. It had been the same song that’d been playing when they first arrived… only worse because he’d been hearing it for much longer now.

Naevys let out a sigh and pulled off his coat, hanging it up on one of the metal hooks on the wall before he began working the buttons of his dress shirt. He was quiet, and so was Isoloses because he didn’t really have much to say. Or rather, he didn’t know how to put what he was feeling into words.

He wasn’t jealous, but his alpha is and it was making him on edge. He didn’t care if Naevys slept with other people, but his alpha cared now–though it wasn’t something that usually made him edgy. He didn’t get the problem. His alpha wasn’t usually even bothered by it–what the fuck is going on? He was not a jealous person, he’d literally never been jealous before.

He felt anxious the more he thought about it, but he couldn’t think about anything else. Jealousy was such a pointless emotion, and the more he repeated it the less sense it made to him. He thought he was above such pointless emotions. Why did his heart feel tight and his stomach feel like it was dropping? He didn’t like to ponder such silly things and didn’t like to think about it. But the reality was, he had nothing to offer Naevys, not really. While that guy seemed to be a backstabber, he was at least… not him .

He didn’t want to lose Naevys, he needed him. Naevys was the only thing that made him happy, the only thing he had that was worth anything. He was just not that special in the grand scheme of things. His worth was only as much as Naevys deemed, and if… What if his worth had ran out? Naevys still had control of him, but…

The thought made his chest clench uncomfortably and that made his control on his alpha slip just enough for it to burst through. Without even realizing what he was doing, he’d pulled his mask off of his face and pressed himself against Naevys, his mouth moving to run kisses along the back of his shoulder. It was a little sloppy and rough, pulling a laugh from Naevys’s lips.

“Are you that horny tonight?” Naevys teased, making Isoloses growl, his lips still pressing against his pale shoulder. “So impatient,” Naevys clicked his tongue and reached his hand up to curl around the leash, yanking it a little in warning. “You are going to wait for attention until I take a bath.” In response, Isoloses bit down into his shoulder, a little roughly. Naevys let out a soft groan and tugged the leash roughly. “Back and kneel.” Naevys commanded him.

The reaction to the command was immediate–he pulled away, face flushed and eyes hooded, dropping down to his knees behind Naevys without a thought. He couldn’t fight the pact, and even his alpha could be suppressed with it. He was achingly hard, his alpha struggling to escape its metaphorical bindings. Naevys turned around and shrugged out of the dress shirt he was wearing, before he reached out and put his hand on Isoloses cheek. Isoloses looked up at him pleadingly, remaining silent.

“I’m going to take a shower. You’re going to sit here and be a good boy, waiting on me patiently .” Naevys commanded as Isoloses leaned into the touch, desire simmering in his veins as he sucked in a deep breath. “Stay still, Isoloses. Be good. “ Naevys reiterated firmly. Isoloses let out a whimper, nodding his head in agreement. At this point he was hard pressed to do anything else. He just wanted Naevys, he didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted him to hurry and take his bath, so that he can finish what he started.

“Hurry,” Isoloses half-whined, half-pleaded. Naevys laughed at that.

“I should punish you for your impatience,” Naevys’s hand moved down to his neck above his collar, thin fingers curling around it and squeezing tightly. Isoloses felt a haze setting in at the action, his jaw slacking a bit as his tensed body relaxed. Naevys’s soft skin against his had Isoloses’s heart speeding up and his tongue running along his lips. “ However… You have been very well behaved for me all day so I will let your sudden lapse in judgment go. This time at least.“ Naevys finished, smirking down at him.

“Thank you, Master,” Isoloses ducked his head in submission as he shivered a little. Naevys patted him on the head and Isoloses couldn’t help but swallow down the words that tried to spill out of his mouth. He wanted to plead with him not to go, even though it was irrational. Naevys hummed his pleasure and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. Isoloses couldn’t help but jerk a little, his breath hitching.

“Remain patient for a few more minutes and when I return I’ll reward you for the good behavior you’ve exhibited today.” Naevys said, drawing a blush to Isoloses’s cheeks as he clenched his fists, determination seeping through him. He stayed still as Naevys stepped away from him and toed off his boots. Isoloses’s eyes followed him, watching his movements closely, unable to help himself. All he had to do was listen and wait patiently for Naevys to come back, and then he’d get rewarded. He could do that.

Naevys left him to his thoughts after a couple moments of quiet, flitting away to the bathroom gracefully as he worked the belt of his pants. The door shut behind him, leaving Isoloses in silence to wander through the recesses of his mind. His body felt tight and strained before, but now there was a haze beginning to set in while he kneeled there that made him feel… fuzzy. It creeped through him like a fog and made his entire being feel loose, like his joints were out of the socket.

He could faintly feel his knees aching from kneeling, a hazard of having broken them a few times during battle–they’d been healed almost immediately, but using spells to heal immediately on the battlefield aren’t nearly as thorough as demonic healing. Demonic healing returns everything to normal, but the more severe an injury, the longer it takes. With the assistance of healing spells and the like, a broken bone only takes a couple hours at most, maybe a day, but the injury heals somewhat how a human would. It wasn’t foolproof and it’s less precise than just allowing their bodies to heal themselves, leading to complications with the healing. His complications were cartilage issues, something about too much or too little. He couldn’t really remember.

The deep pulsing ache of his knees slowly faded away, feeling distant, old, completely unimportant and easily ignorable. There was a pleasant buzz of electricity running through him, a warm haze that spread through his body and coated every inch of his subconscious. It was comfortable, the best kind of relief came from kneeling for Naevys. Being made to do things, having his control stripped away… It was a rush, one that came with relief. Isoloses found himself blinking as he stared hazily at the bathroom door, unable to focus on it entirely. After a couple of minutes, he didn’t even bother opening his eyes again. He just let himself relax into the haze coating his mind silently, not thinking, not moving… just existing.

He was filled with excited energy, yet immobile. He couldn’t do anything until Naevys gave him a command, providing him the assurance that at the least he was capable of following every instruction Naevys gave him right now perfectly. The inability to deny was the appeal, and perhaps in the beginning it’d been a way to prove his trustworthiness… but now… well now he didn’t know. Perhaps it made him feel relieved that he didn’t have to trust his own judgment, or maybe it was that he didn’t have to be anything at all.

Was he good, or was he evil? He had no idea, and he hadn’t exactly been raised in a way that’d allow him to discern one from the other. He couldn’t trust his own judgment, he couldn’t make a good decision to save his life– literally. He was a slave to his own bad habits, unable to deny himself the pleasure of indulging in things he shouldn’t, because in some way it made his mind feel…like this.

His mind didn’t have to push a narrative, he wasn’t good or bad, hell, he wasn’t even Isoloses. He was… free. In every aspect that mattered to him, he was free. He didn’t have to think about everything he said, every choice he made, he could just… be Naevys’s possession, Naevys’s loyal dog. Following him silently, steadfastly defending him, and serving him in every way. He didn’t have to think to do that, instinct did most of the work for him, and where that failed the pact was always there to keep him permanently in check.

Isoloses got lost in his thoughts, his mind was so hazy and unfocused that he missed the sound of the bathroom door opening. He also missed the soft sound of Naevys’s bare feet padding across the floor, and he didn’t even realize Naevys was in front of him. He was merely floating, not even wholly comprehending that he was still even a physical being at the moment. 

“Iso,” Naevys’s voice didn’t register, not to his ears or his mind. His alpha wasn’t fighting the submission and it allowed him to sink even deeper into the abyss inside of his mind. His mind was daunting on a normal day, but with the haze currently consuming him. Everything felt faint and distant, like something that he was reading in a book instead of something he was living through himself. It allowed him to take in the darkest recesses of his mind with ease and comfortability.

It took him to a place where the lines blurred and everything mixed and combined together in his head, painting a beautiful but frightening water color mosaic of blurry and faint memories that tickled his subconscious but they couldn’t reach him here. It robbed him of his sense of self, and made him… just different. Freer.

“Isoloses,” Naevys said. His words tugged at the corners of his mind a bit and Isoloses’s eyes pulled open. He looked up at Naevys, blinking a couple of times as they focused. It took effort, but the payoff was seeing Naevys, which was arguably worth the trouble. As soon as his eyes focused fully, Isoloses felt arousal coil like a tight ball in his stomach. His eyes roamed over Naevys hungrily, taking in the way the water dripped from the ends of his still wet hair, running down his shoulders to his abdomen.

Naevys was nude save for the skin tight pair of black boxer shorts, and Isoloses could hardly tear his eyes away from him.

“Come here, sit down on the edge of the bed.” Naevys demanded, motioning towards the bed. Isoloses rose to his feet shakily, walking straight over to the bed and sitting down, his eyes never leaving Naevys as he moved. He felt so blank. Nothing was running through his head besides the orders Naevys was giving him. Naevys pinned him with a look. “When is the last time you shaved your face?”

“When did I move here?” Isoloses asked curiously, making Naevys sigh deeply. Naevys nodded his head and turned back to the bathroom, disappearing inside for a moment. When he returned with a jar of shaving cream, a straight edged razor, a couple of cloths, and a metal cup with water in it. He motioned Isoloses closer to the night table beside the bed. Isoloses moved towards it, and then looked up at him expectantly through hazy eyes. Naevys crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs. Naevys rested his ass down on his thighs and grabbed the jar of shaving cream.

Naevys scooped some of it out with his hand and let out a soft hum as he began rubbing it over his cheeks and chin, carefully layering it onto his skin thickly. Isoloses tilted his head in whatever direction Naevys nudged it, his hazy eyes following his movements with a slow kind of understanding. Once the shaving cream was covering his face, Naevys pulled his hand back and wiped it with one of the cloths before setting it aside.

Naevys grabbed the straight razor and flipped it open, running his eyes over the blade of it cautiously for a moment, before his eyes moved to Isoloses.

“I haven’t used this for shaving in some time, however it should do the job well enough. Remain still, lest I injure your handsome face.” It wasn’t a command, in the way that it invoked the pact, but it might as well have been to Isoloses at the moment. The compliment also filled him with a sense of happiness, because while he hated his reflection… maybe it wasn’t all bad if Naevys liked it.

“Yes Master,” Isoloses murmured, making Naevys hum quietly.

“Good boy.” Naevys praised him, before shifting the slightest bit and tilting Isoloses’s head to the side. Isoloses jerked a little when the edge of the razor softly touched his face. Naevys’s black eyes seemed to soften, a beautiful little sparkle of understanding shining in them as he hummed comfortingly. 

“I need you to be still, Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ,” Naevys purred, a sweet tone slipping into his voice. Isoloses melted a little under the nickname. He didn’t know what it meant, but when Isoloses was in the submission induced trance-like state, Naevys sometimes called him it. When he did, it made Isoloses’s head swim with arousal and pleasure.

He simultaneously felt as free as a bird and as light as a feather as Naevys began shaving his face. Naevys was more than just a little close to him like this, he couldn’t look away from his face, and it was so pretty. As unaware as he was, all he wanted to do was run his lips along the scars tracing Naevys’s chin and cheek. Naevys’s eyes narrowed in concentration, his eyebrows pulling together as he carefully made his way down his cheek, occasionally stopping to rinse the blade and dry it before continuing.

“Hm, why don’t you do this more regularly?” Naevys murmured, and Isoloses didn’t hesitate before responding.

“I hate to see myself in the mirror.” It was thoughtless, way too honest, but even so Naevys only let out a quiet hum. He didn’t look particularly bothered by the words, but Isoloses didn’t miss the flickering emotions in his black eyes before he masked them. As out of it as he was, it barely even registered, though. “Can we have sex now?”

Naevys let out a surprised giggle, rinsing the blade off in the cup before he wiped it on the cloth he’d used to wipe his hand. Naevys leaned forward a bit, his eyes narrowing as he positioned Isoloses’s head and then started to carefully shave his upper lip.

“Don’t move.” Naevys commanded, making Isoloses freeze entirely as he leaned a little closer and worked on the dip beneath his nose, his tongue poking out slightly. Isoloses’s breath caught in his chest as he looked over Naevys, his eyes lowering a bit once he’d let them linger perhaps a couple moments too long. He was too hazed to care.

“Good boy, you can move.” Naevys murmured after a few more minutes had passed. He rinsed off the razor and wiped it once again, before he positioned his face so that he could start on the other cheek. Isoloses let his eyes fall shut this time, letting the feeling of Naevys on top of him sink into him. He was so content, warm and comfortable, his cock tenting his pants between Naevys’s pale thighs. Isoloses’s mind wandered away with him and somehow, he didn’t really know how, he found himself completely spacing out, barely even noticing as Naevys worked on shaving his face.

He barely noticed as Naevys tilted his head this way and that, his eyes staying locked shut. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak. It was just a delicious numbing haze that spread through him, only in a pleasant way. The feeling of a wet cloth running over his face, a little chilly, brought him out of the trance he’d found himself in ever so slightly. As his eyes opened, he found himself looking into Naevys’s eyes.

“Mmm, much better,” Naevys purred, the backs of his fingers brushing along his freshly shaven cheek gently. Isoloses couldn’t fight the urge to reach up and curl his hand around Naevys’s hand where it rested on his cheek, squeezing it tightly. “Doesn’t it feel much better now?” Isoloses nodded his head agreeably, squeezing his hand around Naevys’s hand.

“Yes,” Isoloses agreed, letting his eyes slip closed again as he tilted his head towards Naevys’s hand. Truthfully, he couldn’t really grow a beard–most supernatural beings, save for Weres, have a hard time growing facial hair. Vampires just don’t have any body hair at all, they don’t even have hair follicles on the vast majority of their bodies–only their heads and, possibly genitals but Isoloses had never checked, so he didn’t know. Elves are different. Elves, especially elves like Naevys had more lee-way.

Naevys could change parts of his appearance at will. For instance, he could grow his hair out to whatever length he wanted it to be, and then just cut it off and back into the same style he had before. He can shave his head and bring his hair back immediately. Weres… well, they had the opposite issue. Seeing as werewolves’ home realm was Giolonata, a realm of snow and ice, the residents were all just a little… furry. It wasn’t so much that it altered their looks, they just had body hair. Obviously, in a realm like Tenebris Regni, they didn’t need to keep their body hair to stay warm… but it was more a thing of pride with them.

Isoloses had to study every realm and its inhabitants while training for his fathers army, because he was intended to be, in essence, Isandro’s infiltrator. He was meant to get in and out and leave no witnesses behind, nor any trace of evidence. What is a good way to eliminate both of those issues? Make it look like they died from something that wouldn’t raise nearly as many questions, obviously.

“I don’t like it here,” Isoloses grumbled under his breath, making Naevys tilt his head to the side with a soft and teasing giggle.

“Mmm? And why is that?” Naevys teased, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he leaned closer to Isoloses’s face. Isoloses’s breath caught, and his eyes lowering a little out of respect. He didn’t really know how to answer that question in a way that’d work properly, but that didn’t stop his tongue from moving.

“You’re mine,” Isoloses’s words came out with a slight bit of a growl behind them, making Naevys quirk up an eyebrow mischievously, amusement dancing in his beautiful black eyes.

“When did you begin feeling so entitled to me, hm?” It was intended to be teasing, and Isoloses himself took it as teasing. His alpha however, didn’t much seem to like the tone in his voice. Isoloses personally loved when Naevys’s bored drawl took on that condescending tone, but his alpha always grew rambunctious when it happened.

“Now,” He muttered, leaning his head forward to rest it on Naevys’s shoulder. “You’re mine.”

“Oh, is that so?” He giggled a little as his fingers came up to card through the back of Isoloses’s hair. Isoloses nodded mutely, the haze in his mind thickening under Naevys’s attention and teasing even as his alpha’s jealousy grew. “Your name is not embedded into my being, hm? So I’d say, no, I am not yours, you are mine.”

Isoloses’s alpha broke through then, a growl slipping between his lips as he thoughtlessly lunged them both forward. Naevys hit the stone floor with a thud and a quiet groan as Isoloses held himself over him, pinning him to the ground.

“What a naughty mutt,” Naevys drawled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he reached up and grabbed the leash around his neck, yanking his face closer to Naevys’s. “Perhaps I should remind you of your place.” The wicked, mischievous tone in Naevys’s voice had shivers running through him, but his alpha remained undeterred.

“Perhaps I should just embed something more efficient,” His alpha growled, his hands leaving the floor beside Naevys’s head. One wrapped around his throat, the other went to run his fingertips along Naevys’s abdomen. Naevys’s abdominal muscles rippled beneath his fingers as they moved, his breath speeding up and his eyes darkening.

“Someone is really misbehaving tonight.” Naevys said, amusement coloring his tone, making no effort to wiggle, squirm or even just knock him in the face like part of him expected. Isoloses ignored the amused tone pointedly, his fingers moving lower and lower until they ran over Naevys’s pelvis.

“Mine.” He growled, “Еʌιɐтз Сɐйđɛɵꞩ Ʌⱻsꝑɜʀɵŧȕɯ,” Naevys’s eyes widened microscopically and he let out a moan, his body jerking slightly as the spell took effect. Naevys’s hand tightened around the leash as he yanked him down causing Isoloses’s head to bump into Naevys’s, just enough to knock him to partial clarity. Naevys crashed their lips together in a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing its way inside of Isoloses’s mouth before he even had a moment to process what was happening.

Isoloses let out a groan into the kiss, feeling Naevys’s tug and pull at his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyes rolling back as pleasure crashed down over him. Naevys took the second his mind was distracted to get the upper hand, rolling them over roughly so that Isoloses’s back thumped against the ground, his head crashing down into the stone floor of the room, a groan falling off his lips as his eyes pulled open.

“Aw, was masters mutt  that jealous?” Naevys teased as he pulled himself up off of the floor gracefully.  Isoloses sat up, his hand rubbing at the back of his head. It wasn’t injured, but it didn’t feel great either. His eyes ran down Naevys’s pale body, stopping when they reached his pelvis–more specifically the slight dip between the ridges of his hip bones. A glowing mark was embedded into his skin there, sending Isoloses’s heart thudding.

On one hand, his alpha managed to escape because he’d been far too deep in his own mind to anticipate his plan. His lack of awareness allowed the entire thing to transpire, but… he couldn’t deny the fact that it filled his alpha with a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was marked as his now, and even if the mark would fade within the span of a few days, it still… made him feel something he wasn’t quite sure how to describe.

It was beautiful as well, the lines a soft shimmery burgundy that stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin. The biggest part of the mark was about fist sized, heart shaped, with points all around the top curves of it, with spider web like lines following the outside line connecting the two and continuing the pattern inwards, with other smaller lines interwoven between them. In the dead center of the heart was the body of a black widow spider, it was a deep, shadowy black color, but the marking on its back was a deep, bright burgundy glowing star.

On each side of the heart at the top was two sets of eight-jointed spider legs, a slight distance skipped between each of the magically drawn joints of the legs. They flowed outwards towards Naevys’s hip bones, the second curving in slightly. At the points of each of the spider legs, there were tendrils of what appeared to be blood dripping down, both were different lengths, and reached to different places on his pelvis. At the bottom of the heart, there were two additional eight-jointed spider legs on either side, curving down to somewhat follow the shape of the pointed end of the heart in the center, the lowest legs forming a sharp point where they almost connected in the center, leading down towards where his cock was standing at half mast.

The star in the center burned bright now, but the longer it remained there the dimmer it’d get until the entire thing faded away. He was very relieved it’d fade away in time, but there was no denying the smugness he was feeling. Part of him was chastising himself, while the alpha part of him was about to break his own arm patting himself on the back from the pride.

For a moment, Isoloses couldn’t quite manage to figure anything out. He was disoriented and discombobulated–his alpha taking control could be a headrush for him. When his alpha was jealous, it was a surge of hormones–which also had toxins in them. Surges of emotions and hormones often left him momentarily confused, maybe even a bit dizzy at times depending on what emotion goes a little crazy.

“I’m sorry–” Isoloses immediately started when he managed to piece together his thoughts, guilt spreading through him.

“I was being a bitch, I knew you were jealous and I antagonized your alpha.” Naevys said flippantly, waving his hand before bringing it down to run along the heart shaped mark on his pelvis, a smirk teasing the corners of his lips. “Kneel in front of your master, Isoloses.” The commanding, stern voice sent slivers of excitement shooting through Isoloses as it incited the pact. He stumbled around a bit in his attempt to get up onto his knees faster, arousal burning in his veins. Naevys smirked as he sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned him forward.

Isoloses moved forward quickly, settling himself at Naevys’s feet, so close to him that he could smell the strange scent of the soap he’d used. It wasn’t bad, just unfamiliar, and he didn’t really know what to even call the scent. It smelled kind of good actually, though it was a smell he wasn’t even sure how to describe.

“M-Master,” Isoloses managed to get out through a shuddery breath, his teeth biting down roughly into his bottom lip. “I-I’m sorry…” He murmured again, his cheeks heating up slightly. Naevys didn’t respond, instead he lifted his foot up and ran the sole down his thighs, starting with his left knee, teasingly dragging the sole up towards his inner thigh, before moving it from one thigh to other then bringing it back down on the other side. Isoloses shuddered a little, his eyes following the movement of Naevys’s foot as his heart rate sped up. “Please,” He pleaded breathlessly. Naevys laughed, amusement sparking in his eyes as he looked down at him from where he sat on the bed.

“Can you be good for me, Isoloses?” Naevys drawled teasingly, dragging his bare foot back up to where it was pressing lightly over Isoloses’s clothed cock. Isoloses’s breath caught in his throat and he fought the urge to push his hips up into the pressure. His mind had never fully cleared from the dense fog coating it, he was still in a submissive headspace–especially since his alpha had retreated when his head hit the floor.

“Yes, I will be good,” Isoloses mumbled, his heart stuttering in his chest as he looked up at Naevys pleadingly. Naevys laughed and leaned forward a bit, putting his hand on the bottom of Isoloses’s chin, tilting his head back more. Isoloses let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting over Naevys’s face erratically as he tried to gauge what Naevys was feeling.

Naevys smirked a little, letting his foot fall back down to the floor in front of Isoloses. The loss of the pressure, even as slight as it was, pulled a whine from Isoloses’s throat. Amusement flickered in Naevys’s pretty eyes as he pulled his hand back from Isoloses’s chin and crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes.

“Look at you,” Naevys giggled, “I’ve barely done a thing to you and you’re tenting your pants already. What do you want, hmm?” Isoloses flushed a little as Naevys’s foot came down onto his cock. “To orgasm, I assume.” Isoloses’s flush deepened and he shook his head, his breath stalling as Naevys applied a little more pressure to his cock. “Then what? Are you begging for someone to put you in your place?”

“Yes,” Isoloses managed to get out, his heart speeding up impossibly more as Naevys raised his leg, his knee bending as he put his bare foot in front of Isoloses’s face.

“Kiss my foot, Iso.” Naevys demanded. Isoloses immediately leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of his foot, his cheeks flushing with color as he stopped and looked up at Naevys. “Go on, did I tell you to stop?” He said, making Isoloses shake his head. He reached out and carefully grasped onto his foot, gently beginning to press his lips back to the top of his foot, trailing kisses over it slowly. He couldn’t help but run his thumb along Naevys’s thin ankle as he ran his lips across his smooth skin.

Naevys was so soft, his skin was so silky and warm, stretching across his bones delicately. Everything about Naevys looked delicate, felt delicate, as if the slightest tightening of the grip of his hand might shatter him to pieces. There was a difference between his perception of Naevys being delicate and the reality though. The reality was, Naevys wasn’t delicate or breakable in any way. His appearance was deceptive, almost as deceptive as a sirens call if not more so.

Isoloses let his eyes slip shut, his lips moving along the top of his foot gently, his thumb stoking along Naevys’s ankle as he moved his head. He was lost in his own little world briefly, floating through the vast abyss of endless silence inside his own mind. He was untouchable, safe, the world around him fading into the back of his mind as the haze in his mind deepened more and more with each connection of his lips to the top of Naevys’s foot.

“Is this what you wanted? To kiss my feet?” Naevys teased, making Isoloses moan softly as his lips movements paused. It took him a moment or two to comprehend what exactly Naevys was saying, and a few more seconds of concentration to figure out how to get his words to come out of his mouth.

“Yes…” It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, honestly, he’d much rather his foot be elsewhere… but he didn’t mind this either. Naevys smirked a little and pulled his foot free from Isoloses’s grip. Isoloses followed it for a moment before his hand dropped, a disgruntled noise falling off his lips from being interrupted. Naevys giggled and let his foot fall down to Isoloses’s lap, running his toes over his clothed erection. Isoloses shuddered a little, his cock pulsing a bit as he felt pleasure coursing through him.

His foot pressed down harder on his erection, and Isoloses moaned, his eyes rolling back. Naevys giggled and rubbed his foot up and down his clothed cock, leading Isoloses’s head back with his pointer finger and his middle finger. Isoloses met his eyes, his hips pushing up into Naevys’s foot as he whimpered and looked up at him desperately. His cock was throbbing, locked in his boxers and leaking precum against his pelvis, so hard it kind of hurt but he wasn’t complaining at all about that. 

Isoloses groaned as he pressed his foot against his cock harder, almost painfully so. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a whimper as Naevys twisted his ankle, applying more pressure to his cock, drawing a sharp gasp from Isoloses’s lips. It hurt, but it sent pleasure zinging through his body in intense waves that were hard to ignore. 

His head felt fuzzy, his tongue felt heavy and complicated to work. Pleasure ricocheted through his body, combining with the pain and making everything blur just the slightest bit as he desperately fought to work his tongue. He needed to cum, he really needed to cum. I

“Fuck, fuck, Master, please,” He pleaded as Naevys smiled down at him, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he stumbled over his words a bit. Naevys hummed and tilted his head a bit while leaning over him, putting his hands on either side of Isoloses’s face with an unfamiliar sort of gentleness, before capturing his lips in a kiss. 

Naevys’s lips moved against his in a calculated way, fervid, demanding. Isoloses was meant to indulge him until he was satisfied, and Isoloses’s body melted against the floor a bit as Naevys’s tongue pushed into his mouth. Isoloses moaned into the kiss as Naevys twisted his ankle again, pain and pleasure swirling through him as his mind hazed over impossibly more.

“Pl-Please,” He pleaded into Naevys’s mouth, his brain not really managing to put I would like to make you cum with I would also like to cum now please , so it settled for just a senseless plea for more.

“What are you begging for?” Naevys teased as he pulled away from the kiss, one of his hands slid around his head, curling through the back of Isoloses hair. Naevys used the grip to hold his head back, a teasing smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. “You want to cum?” Isoloses whined in response, his breathing speeding up its rhythm as his hands reached up to curl around his shins desperately, pushing his hips into the contact of Naevys’s foot more.

“Please,” Isoloses gasped as his ankle twisted and his foot pressed down harder, “It hurts, oh fuck ,” He groaned, grinding forward into Naevys’s foot. “Master, please, I-I’ll do anything,” He pleaded breathlessly. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but it also felt so good that Isoloses was edging closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Open your mouth,” Naevys said. Immediately, Isoloses let his mouth fall open. Naevys scooted forward on the bed and leaned back a little, taking his cock in his hand as he tightened his grip on Isoloses’s hair, and slightly altering the angle his head was bent at. Naevys holding his head in place made Isoloses’s already foggy thoughts blur together even more. 

“Tongue,” Naevys demanded. Isoloses let his tongue slip out of his mouth, his cheeks heating up. Naevys smirked down at him and tapped the head of his cock against Isoloses’s tongue. Isoloses leaned forward a bit, taking the head of Naevys’s cock into his mouth, running his tongue over it. Naevys moaned, letting his foot press down harder on Isoloses’s cock in reward.

For a second, Isoloses remained still, giving him a moment to correct him for his impatience, but when nothing came, Isoloses groaned and took more of his cock into his mouth, this time running his tongue along the underside of it. 

Naevys rubbed his toes along Isoloses’s length through his pants, releasing the pressure for a moment. It made Isoloses whine a little, sinking down more on Naevys’s cock, taking it all the way down his throat. Naevys moaned again, the sound echoing off of the stone walls beautifully as his head tipped back for a moment. 

“Don’t forget your place, Iso,” Naevys said, before using the grip on Isoloses’s hair to press his face further into Naevys’s skin as Isoloses gagged and moaned, his hips grinding up into Naevys’s foot without a single thought in his mind. “Do you know where you belong?” There was no question in his mind: He belonged here. This was his place, on his knees serving Naevys and Naevys alone. Isoloses nodded his head, arousal flaring through him as he pulled his eyes open to look up at Naevys. He looked so beautiful, it really wasn’t fair, Isoloses didn’t think.

The pink flush that’d overtaken his cheeks from his arousal made him look adorable, the glazed appearance of Naevys’s eyes when he was aroused just did something to him, and his shiny black hair was messy like he’d been rolling around in the bed. It made Isoloses’s cock even harder, somehow, and he couldn’t help but push up into his foot again, a moan falling out of his mouth.

“I should make you hump my foot like the mutt you are,” Naevys taunted, alleviating the pressure on his cock for a moment before pressing back down on it rougher than the last time. Isoloses groaned, the sound muffled around Naevys’s cock as he pressed up into his foot. He couldn’t really breathe like this, with his face pressing so closely to Naevys’s pelvis, it made him feel lightheaded and in combination with the pleasure and pain from the rough treatment of his cock he was edging dangerously close to an orgasm without permission.

Even though he knew he probably should be more careful, he couldn’t help but push up into the foot pressing into his cock. Naevys pulled his head back enough for him to catch a breath before pushing his face back down, and Isoloses gagged again, feeling spit trail down his chin. Fuck, I’m so close, Isoloses moaned around Naevys’s cock again, gagging a little. Tears stung the corners of his eyes and his cock throbbed but all he could focus on was the vast emptiness of his own mind.

Like this, he wasn’t a warrior, a killer, or a monster… no like this he was nothing. Nothing but a puppet, a toy for Naevys’s whims whatever they might be. He didn’t really care about honor, he’d lost that when he came to realize what he was a part of. He didn’t have the energy to devote to feeling shame for his enjoyment of this, not with all the other shame he typically kept resting on his shoulders. There was no guilt to be had, that didn’t get outweighed by the many millennia of things he had done under his fathers orders. Like this, everything melted away and fizzled to non-relevance.

“You like choking on my cock, don’t you?” It was taunting and made Isoloses’s cheeks heat up as he moaned, unable to vocalize anything other than that. His brain wasn’t working well enough to try to speak, not that he could anyway with Naevys’s cock shoved in his mouth. “C’mon, suck. Put your mouth to work, don’t just drool on me.” A wave of embarrassment washed over him at the statement, making his cock throb beneath Naevys’s foot, his hips pushing up into it as he moaned.

Isoloses immediately started sucking, not really able to bob his head because of Naevys’s hand. He could push it, more than likely. Naevys wasn’t physically as strong as he was, but the mere knowledge and feeling of Naevys’s hand was enough to keep him still and complaisant. Naevys giggled, rubbing the head of his cock with his toes as he started rocking his hips into Isoloses’s mouth.

Isoloses moaned around his length, his eyes rolling back as he felt the tip of Naevys’s cock hitting the back of his throat with each movement of his hips. Isoloses’s brain was hazed, pleasure and pain swirling through his body. It made his entire body thrum with pleasure, his heart beating so fast in chest he worried it might burst free. He needed to cum so bad. His moans were muffled by Naevys’s cock thrusting into his mouth, the head slipping back just far enough to make contact with the back of Isoloses’s throat.

He tried his best to keep from making a huge mess with his saliva, swallowing as much as he could manage, but it wasn’t really working all that well. Each time Naevys’s balls hit his chin it was slippery and it made Isoloses’s brain go a little haywire. His cock was leaking into his underwear, and Naevys’s foot just kept moving and adjusting pressures and he was getting so close.

“Please,” He tried to choke out around his cock, begging for release. He needed it so much.

“What’s that?” Naevys hummed, giggling a little as he ran his hand over Isoloses’s face in a sugary sweet kind of way. “I suppose I need to teach you some manners as well, one shouldn’t speak when their mouth is full.” Isoloses moaned in response, an agreement, a disagreement, hell he just wanted to say whatever would make Naevys let him cum at this point.

“You can only cum at my command, Iso.” Naevys said, smirking a little as he rocked his hips forward into Isoloses’s mouth. Fuck, Isoloses moaned, his head swimming as he started moving his tongue around more, trying desperately to please Naevys. If he pleased Naevys, Naevys would reward him. However, Naevys hadn’t commanded him with the pact so it was very much possible for him to cum before commanded and it filled him with an extra bit of urgency. He had to get permission before he lost himself to an orgasm, he refused to break his six month long streak. Sure some of those times were kind of cheating because he physically couldn’t cum, but it was still a feat he wanted to expand on–and earn.

“Look at you, you’re leaking so much precum there’s a little spot where the head of your cock is.” Naevys giggled as he ran his toes over the head of Isoloses’s cock. He let out a whimper, his hips snapping up towards the motion. Naevys immediately pressed his foot down on it suddenly, hard enough that it hurt. It hurt, oh fuck but it felt so good. Why, what–Naevys’s ankle twisted a bit as he rubbed his cock roughly once again.

Isoloses choked around Naevys’s cock, his eyes rolling back as tears trekked down his cheeks. Fuck he was going to cum.

“Mshr mph cmmm–” Isoloses tried to get out, his hips movements staggering in an attempt to push his orgasm back by limiting stimulation, but it was too late and it felt too good–

“You cannot cum,” Naevys commanded, and his orgasm immediately stopped before it’d even really gotten started. He let out a choked cry, tears running down his cheeks more, trying to work his tongue along the underside of Naevys’s cock, totally giving up on even attempting to keep from making a giant mess with his own spit. He needed to cum much too badly for him to even consider embarrassment at this point. He just wanted to please Naevys.

Naevys’s hips kept rocking into his mouth, each movement back allowing him a second to catch his breath before his face was buried back in Naevys’s crotch, but without the ability to orgasm he could freely chase his pleasure to his heart’s content, so he didn’t dare voice a complaint. He couldn’t help rubbing himself against Naevys’s foot more, excitement and pleasure washing through him with each movement. He couldn’t think beyond moving his hips and Naevys’s cock moving between his lips.

Naevys wasn’t being gentle with his foots movements at all anymore, and the little restraint he was expending while fucking his throat left Isoloses feeling fuzzy and thoughtless. Nothing mattered, not a goddamned thing, if it wasn’t concerning Naevys. Each rough movement of his foot on Isoloses’s cock had his head fogging over more and more. He couldn’t help choking around the length buried in his throat, off and on, tears streaming down his cheeks all the while.

But fuck. Fuck it was amazing, and he wasn’t sure what kind of physical gratification it gave him but it gave him something that he didn’t really know how to put into words. He loved it, even if he didn’t know what it was exactly that it gave him.

“You would do anything I tell you, wouldn’t you?” Naevys teased, clicking his tongue a little as his breath hitched, using the rough grip on Isoloses’s head to lead him off of his cock. Isoloses nodded his head, a bit too enthusiastically, his tongue hanging out of his open mouth as he looked up at Naevys pleadingly. “Delightful! Cum,” Naevys commanded suddenly, his foot pressing down on Isoloses’s cock hard enough that he squeaked and shuddered, his eyes rolling back into his head as his orgasm shattered his composure entirely.

Waves of euphoric, blinding pleasure washed over him as his cock shot out line after line of cum into his underwear. He couldn’t help the way his hips grinded forward or his eyes staying shut, the trembles coursing through his body from the pleasure left him a little hazy.

Naevys was saying something, he knew, but he had no clue what it was. The hand that’d been gripping his hair roughly before had relaxed and his head lulled to the side a bit, keeping his tongue out as he blanked out for a moment. Everything fizzled away and the world was fine. Nothing could touch him, other than Naevys. Isoloses was just coming down from his orgasm induced mind blank when he managed to pull his eyes open and look at Naevys. Just in time for him to tap the head of his cock on Isoloses’s tongue, cum spurting out into his mouth.

Isoloses gagged a little as it hit the back of his throat, but he was too blank and thoughtless to do anything more than moan and blink hazily up at him as he swallowed, every inch of his body buzzing with pleasure.

“Good boy, Iso.” Naevys praised, his fingers carding through his hair as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Isoloses melted.

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By the time that they made it back to Tenebris Regni the next night, Naevys had just led him to bed and he’d been directed to go to bed. It was easy to do so, he was tired enough that it made the whole thing easy. Naevys had promptly curled around him and instructed him to hold him–something he did almost every time. It was like Naevys still thought he didn’t know he wanted that, or something, but Naevys’s insistence on it made Isoloses feel kind of warm. It let him know that Naevys actually wanted him to do it, and it wasn’t just him reading too much into Naevys’s touch.

There was a kind of security that came with Naevys’s affection he couldn’t quite narrow in on, but it was there. He never knew what Naevys was going to do next, he never knew what to expect or where Naevys was going to lead him. He just followed blindly, wherever he went because there was nowhere else that Isoloses felt… at ease.

He leaned on Naevys much more than he liked to acknowledge, and it was disconcerting to some extent. All he wanted to do was stay at his side, and now that he was free that was what he intended to do. Their relationship was something they’d never wholly vocalized, at least not in a direct way. They’d been sleeping together for so long that Isoloses couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just familiarity, but for some reason he just had a feeling that wasn’t it.

For Isoloses sex wasn’t really a requirement. He would have sex any day Naevys asked him to, but it was something he could take or leave… well. Before Naevys that is.

Before he met Naevys something physical had to prompt an erection, his alpha lost all interest in chasing partners when his father had altered his DNA so long ago Isoloses couldn’t remember before. It hadn’t initially bothered him, he felt his cause justified the sacrifice, something he found laughable at this point. Naevys plagued his thoughts, his voice haunting his mind, though, keeping him on the edge of his seat in anticipation for the next time Isoloses could see him.

Isoloses sighed deeply and looked down at the list he had to purchase for Naevys. A dictionary, a letter opener, a lighter, and a bottle of glue. Isoloses couldn’t help but wonder if he was planning on deciphering encoded messages or something with such an odd list of items–though he couldn’t be certain what the glue had to do with it. He let out a sigh and glanced around the crowded street of Alyvahone, the slightly smaller town to the left side of Naevys’s castle.

Ilyenasera was to the right and had a much higher population of people and Isoloses was out on his own today, once again running errands for Naevys. He wasn’t much for sitting in the castle anyway, it left him feeling bored. Of course, a shopping trip that’d take about an hour in total wasn’t much of an activity but it was more than just lingering around Naevys’s castle with a mask on.

The waitstaff and housekeepers were vastly uncomfortable with his presence, at least that’s how it seemed, though he couldn’t tell for certain. They were never mean to him, they didn’t say shit when he walked by, and they didn’t come across any one particular kind of way… however unlike Naevys, they seemed to follow his every move when he was in the room with the kind of precision prey looked upon their predator–with intense scrutiny.

He wasn’t like Ilsa, with a soft aura that lured people into him, no–he had the kind of aura his father conditioned him to have, and as such, people were intimidated by him most of the time. He even frightened Ilsa, which honestly he couldn’t blame him given the amount of reality bending his father had done. Even with the knowledge that they are delusions, it doesn’t change the impact of them. He couldn’t fault Ilsa, nor could he blame him for being so skittish around him. He just… hated that he was so intimidating.

He certainly wasn’t… well, okay, he’d done terrible things and he kind of deserved it honestly. He knew that, but it still made him feel like shit. He was trying, putting in effort to make amends. All he wanted was to shed the thick cloak of guilt he’d been drowning in for so long. As he walked down the cobblestone street of the city, his eyes roamed over the store names–some of them he couldn’t read because they were written in one of the elven languages that Isoloses didn’t know, but it wasn’t like he needed to be able to read the signs to know what was in them because they had giant windows.

There was a bakery, Isoloses could even smell the sweet scent of the baked goods lingering in the air. It all smelled pretty wonderful, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Naevys would like something from there. He didn’t really frequently get to share meals with Naevys–at least before moving to Tenebris, so he didn’t know what kind of food Naevys even liked . He let out a sigh and his eyes roamed over the storefronts, before he caught sight of the street Naevys told him the shop he was looking for was on.

He turned down the street, keeping his head down as he ran his eyes over the shops. He located the store Naevys mentioned by name and quickly walked into it, grateful it was almost empty as he roamed through the aisles and located all of the items Naevys had requested in the store. After checking out at the register, Isoloses still had tons of leftover Cresents and Lunars. Naevys had told him he could keep the change as compensation for the effort, he recalled. He ran his eyes over the coins in his hand and bit his lip as he walked out into the street once again.

Naevys had a meeting with Caedmon today, so he didn’t need to get right back to the castle. So instead of heading right back, Isoloses found himself roaming around the street with his head down, his eyes scanning the displays in the windows absentmindedly as he walked down the streets. He looked over all the tables as he passed, not even really sure what he was looking for.

He probably could’ve gotten a better look had he gone into any of them, but everything of significant value was often displayed in windows to attract attention so if nothing in the windows caught his eye, he seriously doubted anything else would inside. Elves like valuable or rare items, unique things that only they had. As such, Isoloses had learned how to shop for Naevys without it taking four decades. He’d never been led astray by that method of shopping for Naevys and he didn’t care to change it now. Isoloses glanced over to one of the shops and paused, his eyes landing on something.

It looked like a mirror, one with a silver setting, floral designs circling the outside of it. The face of the mirror was obsidian black, with almost a faint rainbow effect when his eyes roamed over it, even through the window. He could make out faint details of it, like the tiny little obsidian colored gems woven throughout the setting and the fact that the price tag on it indicated he had enough to cover it… well, he was sold. Isoloses looked up and caught sight of the store name: Eclectic Treasures.

Isoloses quickly reached up and checked the mask covering the bottom half of his face before he walked into the store. The tiny jingle of a little brass bell sounded throughout the store as the door shut behind him, but he paid it little mind as he glanced around the shop.

It was kind of erratic, there was everything from chalices to cauldrons, tarot cards, beginner spell books for different kinds of magic–Elven magic, Witch magic, and other kinds that Isoloses didn’t know off the top of his head. There was a corner with candles–an array of colors and each one had runes in them, and another corner housed crystals and vials of ‘blessed water’ which Isoloses was pretty sure just looked like normal water but he couldn’t attest to the validity of said statements. He was a demon, thus blessed water sounded like something he was going to have to pass on. Along the right wall of the shop were shelves and shelves of crystal balls and ceremonial daggers.

The sound of beads rustling broke through the silence, Isoloses looked up and caught sight of the shop owner. She was slim and had blue eyes that actually kind of reminded him of Ilsa a little, with her black hair bulled up into a messy bun on top of her hair. Her dress was black and form fitting, with a cinched waist. Something about her was oddly familiar. He couldn’t place her face, couldn’t remember a damn thing about her, but he… he felt like he knew her.

“How can I help you?” She asked after a brief moment of semi-awkward silence, and he looked over to the window where the object he’d decided he wanted was displayed.

“I wanted to buy something from this display.” Isoloses said, blinking his eyes a couple times as he tried to look at her, but it seemed difficult. He didn’t quite know how to describe it… but if he had to, it was like his eyes couldn’t quite focus on her, as if there was interference or something. It made his head hurt and his eyes run around the store in an attempt to keep from directly looking at her for long durations of time. She nodded her acceptance, walking over to the table he was standing in front of.

“Which one?” She asked, waving her hand over them.

“The… mirror looking one,” He said, and she nodded her head, reaching down to grab it carefully. She lifted it up and looked over it quickly before she carried it to the counter and placed it down gently before turning to him.

“This’ll be forty eight Lunars,” She said. Isoloses nodded and fished out the coins to give her. As she reached out and he dropped them into her hand, he looked up at her eyes and blinked. Purple? But… They were blue a few minutes ago? Isoloses couldn’t help his eyebrows pulling together, confusion washing through him. Was he losing his mind? He swore they were blue… like Ilsa’s, which is how he knew for certain they hadn’t been purple to begin with.

Isoloses watched as she carefully placed the object into a velveteen gift box and wrapped a small bow around it, before handing it to him.

“Uh… Can I just ask, what is it?” He asked hesitantly, unsure if he really wanted her to explain it to him. He could practically feel the tension in the air around them, he didn’t know who this woman was, but she had to recognize him, and he must’ve done something to her. He couldn’t recognize her, though, so he didn’t know what he’d done. But he’d done something, that had to be it.

“The Black Mirror of Memories.” She said evenly, putting a sweet smile on her face. Isoloses nodded his head, gripping the box in his hand to keep from dropping it. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” She asked.

“Uh, no, no, I was just wondering what it was. Thanks for the… help…” Isoloses said nervously, reaching up to mess around with his hood in an attempt to distract himself from his nerves. She nodded and smiled, but even as hard as she tried to make it look kind, it just came across half-hearted and uncomfortable.

“Thank you for your patronage!” She said, making Isoloses nod his head before he walked towards the door and stepped outside. The door shut automatically behind him and he raised an eyebrow. That was weirder than a checkered hellhound, Isoloses thought, rolling his eyes. He caught sight of the bakery again, the scent of something sweet caught his nose and it was like his mind just completely blanked. He found himself walking towards the bakery without thinking about it.

He wanted to get whatever that was for Naevys because it smelled like something he’d smelled Naevys eat before. Are you… courting him now? Ilsa’s words ran through Isoloses’s head as he walked into the bakery, but he was quick to push the thought away. He glanced around taking in the sight of the numerous cakes and fruits displayed in the display case. It was a vast arrangement of different kinds of sweets and treats, so perhaps it was just a take out sweet company and not a bakery, but Isoloses still couldn’t make heads or tails out of the name of the business.

Ḁ’ṁɭưńɘ. He had no clue how to even begin to pronounce that, so he wasn’t going to try.

“Hello! Welcome to Ḁ’ṁɭưńɘ, is there anything you’d like to sample today?” The perky elf behind the counter chirped. Their voice was melodic and soft, with the tone of someone who’d never seen an unpleasant day in their life. They didn’t actively try to portray a gender, it seemed, because Isoloses couldn’t tell one way or another.

“I was wondering about purchasing something…” Isoloses trailed off his eyes roaming over the options. Everything looked good to him, but he didn’t really know. Elves were picky, which is why shopping for Naevys’s gifts was a little bit of a struggle. Elves like shiny things, they like valuable things, and they often collected stuff for centuries–Naevys had stuff that’d fill up entire rooms, he already had everything. What could Isoloses contribute that’d be worth anything? Probably nothing, honestly.

“Do you need any information?” The chipper elf queried, making Isoloses hum and nod his head.

“It’s a gift, so I’d like to figure out the best treat to get him.” Isoloses murmured, feeling a little shy. The elf hummed and crossed their arms, running their eyes over the display case.

“What’s the occasion?” The elf asked, and Isoloses shrugged.

“None, really.” He admitted.

“Well, what race is the treat for? We have treats with blood in them for vampires, and savory treats for werewolves…” The elf rattled off.

“He is an elf,” Isoloses murmured. The elf nodded their head and walked behind the display, sliding the door open to it, before reaching in and pulling out a tray with a lot of bars and tarts, some fruits and cheeses alike.

“Take your pick from this, then.” The elf said kindly, motioning over them. “These are perfect for anyone, but elves prefer these because they only contain plant based products. This one here is a crispy battered melon, well seasoned with mild lily flower oils.” The elf motioned to something and Isoloses nodded his head, looking over it. “This is a steamed Īʀɭẚɗóɾᶓī bar, well seasoned with Ƙṁᴈḃɘļļệ spice, giving it a sweet and slightly spicy flavor. It’s brushed with Ƙṁᴈḃɘļļệ spice butter, giving its crust a buttery taste and a flaky texture.”

“It smells really good,” Isoloses admitted, looking over it. “What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“It is a soft baked Ệḿƴɘṭɦỷʀ fruit dumpling, well seasoned with Ṫḣᴉᴅɝɬŀ and Ƒɘɬẚ Ȿɘʀīᶇɘ, and accented by the soft whipped Ṁᴉɬᴈɭȴīɴ inside of it. It balances out the slightly bitter taste of the Ệḿƴɘṭɦỷʀ fruit and adds a little texture.” The elf explained. Isoloses hummed and nodded his head.

“I would like one of the bars, and one of the dumplings, please.” Isoloses requested, mentally nodding as he moved the shopping bag from earlier around his wrist and shifted his grip on the box with the mirror in it. He wanted to be extra careful now, because he had multiple things for Naevys, and the last thing he wanted was to break Naevys’s shopping requests. Naevys would probably not be happy if he came home with things he didn’t ask for, without the things he did ask for… especially when it was his money paying for it.

Ilsa flashed through his head again as he watched the elf box up the treats. Are you courting him now? Isoloses had to fight the urge to shake his head in an attempt to shake the thought out. He wasn’t courting anyone. He was just thanking Naevys… for breathing? Yeah. For breathing.

That works.

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Isoloses got back to Naevys’s castle and headed straight through the door and avoided making eye contact with all the house staff that was lingering about in the entryway, dusting. Isoloses quietly padded through the hallway, locating Naevys’s office door and knocked quietly.

“Come in!” Naevys’s voice called from the other side of the door and Isoloses pushed it open. Naevys’s head turned up from where he was sitting at his desk, a bored look on his face. “You took forever,” Naevys complained immediately, poking out his bottom lip a little. In other words, I missed you. He smiled a little and shut the door behind him before walking closer to the desk.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Isoloses said, laying the bag on the desk. “I… got you stuff. So…” He sat it down beside the bag and bit his lip. Naevys’s eyes ran over the boxes–one of which was clear and displayed the treats that Isoloses had gotten him, the other left everything to question which he was sure Naevys would like because it would add to the excitement of getting something new. Isoloses couldn’t help but feel nervous because he didn’t know if Naevys would even like what he got him.

“You got me stuff?” Naevys questioned, pushing back from his desk. He smirked a little as he raised up onto his feet. Isoloses nodded and held his breath as Naevys walked around the desk, the heels of his shoes making a little noise against the floor of the office. Isoloses’s eyes ran over his slender form, his eyes drinking in the tight fitting dress pants he was wearing, along with the the form fitting white dress shirt that clung around his waist, and down to the platform shoes he was wearing, giving him a couple inches of height, then back up to his pretty face. Naevys giggled as he lifted himself up onto his desk, crossing one of his knees over the other, smirking a bit.

Naevys held out one of his hands, motioning for Isoloses to walk closer to him. Isoloses walked forward almost immediately, stopping just in front of him, his hands itching to reach out and touch him.

“I don’t like when you disappear for long.” He said, making Isoloses nod. He knew that, and he knew why. Naevys tried to play like it was because he didn’t trust him like everyone else, but he knew better at this point. If Naevys really didn’t trust him, he wouldn’t be inside of his castle. He knew Naevys like he knew the back of his hand. Naevys missed him, Naevys worried about him, and Naevys couldn’t protect him if he wasn’t with him. With Naevys, he had learned that he needed to read between the lines he spoke, and pay more attention to the body language he used when speaking, and even the way he annunciates his words would indicate his intention.

When he was angry, his speech sped up and his words fired out of his mouth at a rate that was almost indistinguishable. When he was worried, his voice took on a quieter, more raspy tone, his words spoken and each syllable annunciated as if he were preventing himself from showing emotion. When he was sad, well… usually the vines gave that away before his body language did. When he was jealous, he lashed out badly, his words accompanied with an edge of malice. He wasn’t easy to read, by any means–the changes save for when he was angry were something he only began to recognize after a few years of being around him.

“I wanted to get ya something nice,” Isoloses said, flushing a little. Naevys smiled a little, his black eyes seeming to sparkle excitedly despite the effort he was putting in to coming across as bored. Isoloses almost smiled at him because he looked so cute, but thought better of it. “I’m sorry for taking too long.” Naevys pouted a little and nodded.

“Well,” Naevys huffed, pursing his lips a little, “I suppose it’s okay. You did get me gifts, so I suppose if you follow my instructions I’ll forgive you.” Isoloses nodded his agreement–he had to listen to Naevys’s instructions regardless, but still. He wanted to. “Kneel and kiss my boot.” Naevys said, making Isoloses drop to his knees. He carefully clasped Naevys’s foot in his hand and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the toe of his platform shoe. Naevys giggled, smiling. “Good boy.” Naevys practically purred, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist.

“Thank you, Master,” Isoloses murmured, pressing another kiss to the toe of his boot. Naevys giggled and reached down, carding his fingers through Isoloses’s hair softly.

“Shall we see what you got me, now?” Naevys asked, prompting Isoloses to nod his head and shift back so that he was resting his weight on his heels, his eyes lowering a little. He always felt nervous about giving Naevys stuff. He wanted him to like what he bought him, because he often shelled out what little cash he did have on Naevys and it would suck if Naevys didn’t like it. He also didn’t want to admit that, to some extent, it was just because he wanted to show Naevys he knew him–at least to the degree Naevys allowed him to.

“Everything you asked for specifically is in the bag…” Isoloses said, unable to help the slight bit of nervousness washing through him. He bit the edge of his tongue as he let his hands fall to his knees, tapping against them. He averted his eyes and held in his breath for a moment as Naevys pulled the ribbon on top of the box. The soft popping sound the box made as he opened it made Isoloses’s heart pound a little.

“Oh it’s so shiny,” Naevys murmured, his voice twinkly and bright–it was a weird concept Isoloses knew, but he didn’t know how to explain it any better. “Did you pick this out for me yourself?” He asked, making Isoloses nod his head shyly.

“Yea, I walked the street and glanced in the windows to see what was on display and it caught my eye.” Isoloses admitted. Naevys let out a hum and nodded his head, running his fingers over the surface of it gently.

“It’s beautiful, made from Ṃƴɘḥīɭ crystal and Ƒᶏṧęɭíɴ,” He mused, a smirk pulling up the corner of his lip. “This must be a new item. It seems you know me well, hm?” Isoloses nodded his head, his breath leveling out a bit as Naevys placed it back into the box and then reached down to run his fingers through Isoloses’s hair. “And I know by looking at the bakery box that you managed to pick out my two favorite things they offer. When did you begin memorizing my likes, hm?” It was teasing but said in a much softer tone than when he was trying to humiliate him.

“I-I didn’t…” Isoloses denied, “I just guessed.”

“Well, you guessed well. Would you like a reward for your good decision making?” Naevys queried, smirking. Isoloses felt his heart skip in his chest and he nodded his head in excitement. “Sit in my seat and pull your cock out. I’ll keep your cock nice and warm during my meetings today.” Naevys said, a mischievous smile washing across his cheeks as he looked down at him. Isoloses nodded his head and raised off of his knees maybe a little too quickly in his haste to get inside of Naevys. Naevys watched him, amusement flickering in his eyes, his head following Isoloses’s movement until he was looking back over his shoulder, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. Isoloses quickly sat himself down in Naevys’s chair, trying to get himself to fit comfortably in the seat.

His knees were up a little high, but he could put them out under Naevys’s desk because it was wide enough. Isoloses quickly worked the buttons of his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers quickly. Naevys let himself jump down off of the face of his desk with a soft thud, and grabbed everything that Isoloses had brought him and carried it around his desk, sitting it on the edge out of the way. Naevys waved his hand and vines curled around Isoloses’s thighs, holding him into place on the chair.

“I can’t have you moving and disrupting me.” Naevys teased, his eyes darkening. “I will have plenty of trouble trying to concentrate with this big thing inside of me.” Naevys teased, smirking a little as he stepped between Isoloses’s legs, his fingers ghosting along the length of his erection. Isoloses moaned, pleasure seeping through him from the slight touch. Naevys then turned around, the sound of his belt buckle making a soft noise as he opened it. Naevys peeked back over his shoulder before leaning over his desk resting his elbows on it. “Use your hands, prepare me for you. I wasn’t planning this, so I didn’t prepare ahead of time. Oh and Iso, we’ve got fifteen minutes until my next meeting, so it’d be wise to make quick work of it.”

Isoloses nodded his head, leaning forward just a bit as he reached his hand out to tug the tight pair of underwear Naevys was wearing over the swell of his ass, his heart stalling in his chest when he caught sight of the slick already leaking out of him. Isoloses could barely think for a moment, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s ass hungrily.

“C’mon, Iso, fourteen–” Isoloses’s fingers found his hole and pressed against it before Naevys could finish his sentence, making Naevys moan softly as a shudder traced through his body. Isoloses let out a deep breath as he let one of his fingers poke and prod at the rim of his hole for a moment, before he let it slip inside of him. Naevys let out a moan, his head falling forward as he pushed his hips back demandingly.

“Okay, okay, message received, two fingers.” Isoloses murmured as he began working a second finger inside of Naevys’s hole. Naevys moaned again, his head turning to look back over his shoulders, his hazy black eyes sending arousal and excitement dancing through him. He couldn’t wait for Naevys to sit on his cock, he was so tight and warm it made Isoloses want to combust. Isoloses didn’t waste any time at all jumping to action, his fingers beginning to stretch and tug at the rim of his hole experimentally.

He wasn’t as tight as Isoloses expected, but they had had sex when they got back from whatever realm it was Naevys got that sword in, so it somewhat made sense. Naevys also self-lubricated, though his was better than omegas in Isoloses’s humble opinion. Naevys’s scent was like that of apples and rain, refreshing and clean, and the consistency of it wasn’t quite the same either. It felt so good to sink himself inside of Naevys’s hole. The slickness was different, more watery and soft, more like water that wasn’t wet, if that in any way made sense.

Naevys let out a moan as Isoloses bent his fingers and located his prostate and then he just focused his attention on it, massaging it the way he knew Naevys preferred–direct firm pressure followed by teasing touches around it. He kept his fingers scissoring Naevys hole in between touches, trying to make the most out of every second he had to spend his time pampering Naevys. He loved pleasuring Naevys, so much he could almost ignore his achingly hard erection. Naevys let out a groan and started rocking his hips back, his head falling forward to rest on the surface of his desk, a shudder trailing through his body.

“Another!” He demanded heatedly, his voice slightly muffled against the wooden tabletop. Isoloses let out a sound of agreement, not really sure how to vocally respond, and began working a third finger inside of him, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. Naevys let out a moan, his eyes shutting as Isoloses stretched his fingers apart and worked them deeper inside of him before pulling them out a bit and pushing them back in. Naevys let out a loud cry of pleasure, his eyes jolting open.

“Shit,” Isoloses muttered as his cock pulsed out a line of precum at the same time as Naevys looked back over his shoulder.

“Okay, enough,” Naevys commanded, prompting Isoloses to nod his head, his cheeks flushing as excitement washing through him. Isoloses pulled his fingers out of Naevys and sucked in a deep breath, watching in excitement as Naevys lifted off of his desk. “Put your hands on the armrests,” Isoloses nodded his head and put his hands on the armrests. Naevys waved his hand and vines curled around his forearms, coiling and tightening until he couldn’t move them at all. “Okay?” Isoloses nodded his head, his heart speeding up in his chest as his cock twitched.

“Perfect.” Isoloses agreed. Naevys nodded and then took his place in Isoloses’s lap, his hand reaching back to grasp the base of his cock. Isoloses breath caught when Naevys pressed the head of his erection to his soaking wet hole, dropping himself down on it almost immediately. Isoloses’s hips jerked upwards almost immediately, his head falling back against the chair as he let out a pleased moan. Naevys shifted around a bit, making himself comfortable in Isoloses’s lap. “Use your legs to pull the chair forward, you’re heavier,” Naevys hummed as he rested his back against Isoloses’s chest, his eyes fluttering shut.

Isoloses choked out a noise of agreement, and with a little effort, he managed to get them pulled up to where they were hidden beneath Naevys’s desk. Naevys wiggled a bit and giggled as Isoloses let out a moan.

“Be a good boy for me while I finish my meetings, then I’ll let you fuck me on my desk.” Naevys said as he pulled open the drawer beside him and placed the mirror and the bag into it before closing it. Isoloses nodded his head obediently, his cock twitching where it was buried inside of Naevys. “Can you do that, Isoloses?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, I can do it,” Isoloses managed to get out breathlessly, his hands balling into fists. Before Naevys could respond a knock sounded on the door of his office, and Naevys looked back over his shoulder and called out just a minute before looking back over his shoulder.

“Be still, be quiet, and if you hear something you shouldn’t, no you didn’t,” Naevys commanded firmly, making Isoloses nod his head in agreement. “Come in!” Naevys called out. Isoloses took a deep breath to steady himself. As the door pushed open, Naevys’s hole tightened around his erection and Isoloses fought back a noise that his pact wouldn’t let him let out anyway. This was not going to be an easy task… but it was going to be fun.

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Naevys’s first few meetings were rather uneventful save for the near constant teasing Isoloses was subjected to. Naevys had commanded him to be still and be quiet, so he was wholly unable to push up into him no matter how badly he wanted to. It was delicious torture, his cock throbbing with need and desire but he couldn’t stimulate himself enough to cum. Naevys’s hole wrapped around him was tight and slick, tightening around his length even as he seemed completely focused on what he was doing.

The people coming in and out barely spared him a look, and they acted as if this was something usual which Isoloses supposed it might be. Given that two fourths of the realms population had a mating cycle of some kind, it made sense. Caelestes was super restrictive, and omegas in heat weren’t allowed to work, or really do much of anything. Hell, in order to be allowed to work in any sort of important field omegas had to be on heat suppressants that basically turned off their secondary gender entirely. It wasn’t like in Tenebris, where mating cycles were widely accepted and understood by everyone, even the ones without them.

Isoloses had initially been a little embarrassed, it was clear what was going on, he was certain. Naevys didn’t act like an elf in heat just trying to make it through the work week, and he didn’t act like he was in the middle of a rut, so he was worried what people would think. A problem that’d plagued him forever. However, it was easy to push aside the embarrassment when Naevys was unashamed and unbothered. It wasn’t something that seemed to be acknowledged either, so it was… well, once again, easy.

What wasn’t easy was having Naevys’s hole wrapped like a vice around his cock while trying to maintain a steady face. It wasn’t working, because despite not being able to move most of his body, Naevys was still stimulating him. If he could just sit there without the teasing, he’d probably be stone faced and relaxed. Where was the fun and adventure in that, though? Naevys teasing him made it exciting, and hell it felt good enough that if he kept the attention up Isoloses probably could orgasm.

He wasn’t certain, but it seemed at least a little likely. Naevys let out a hum and leaned forward a bit, tapping his pen against the desk in annoyance, causing the man across the desk from him to quit talking.

“What I’m hearing is, you would like me to approve of you cutting down part of the witches’ woods to build… a Nature Reserve building.” Naevys drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side. “Isn’t that a bit counterintuitive?”

“Well… I didn’t think about that really,” The man admitted.

“I’ll approve your building, but not where you want to put it. I’ll have one of my architects come and help you decide on an environmentally friendly alternative to take care of the trees you wish to have moved, and perhaps assist with a more efficient layout of the building if you’d rather that.” Naevys said dismissively. After a few minutes of continued discussions, Naevys sent the guy on his way, and the sound of the door clicking sent Isoloses’s heart stalling as his cock throbbed. Naevys giggled a little.

“You can speak again. How you holding up, Iso?” Naevys mused, leaning back against his chest and looking up at him with a mischievous smile. “Are you nice and warm buried inside of me?” Naevys’s hole tightened around him as he grinded himself along the length of Isoloses’s cock. He gasped, his eyes rolling back as he tried to rock his hips up into him deeper.

“Warm,” He managed to get out around his weak tongue. He felt so good. Naevys was so warm, that much was true. He was also soft, and wet, and slick was soaking into the front of his pants. He just wanted to fuck him now, wanted to feel him trembling as he fucked him, wanted to watch him moan and writhe around desperately. He was so beautiful and it was driving Isoloses insane. It was so hard to think because all he could focus on was the tightness of Naevys’s hole around him.

“That’s all you’ve got to say?” Isoloses nodded his head, prompting a cute little giggle from Naevys’s lips. “Aren’t you just a dumb little mutt. So thoughtless when it comes to your dick, hm?” Isoloses moaned a bit, his hips twitching slightly as he fought the urge to start begging.

“Y-Yes, Master,” Isoloses breathed out, his hands gripping around the arms of the chair he was tied to. “Can I cum, please, I-” Naevys laughed at that, and shook his head, mischief flickering in his beautiful eyes.

“Without making me cum first? I think not. “ Naevys giggled, shaking his head. “You cannot cum without my permission, so you better get comfortable.” Isoloses let out a moan and nodded his head. “Do you need to move a bit before my next meeting?” He asked, making Isoloses shake his head. He was fine on that aspect, he had been on many stakeouts before with Isandro, he knew how to stay still for hours on end if he needed to. It was annoying but made less so with the knowledge of why he couldn’t move. Being told by Naevys to do anything was arousing to him, and having his cock inside of Naevys was a nice enough trade off.

“I’m fine,” Isoloses answered him, dipping his head down to nose at Naevys’s ear slightly.  Naevys giggled, his cheeks flushing a little under the attention.

“If you get thirsty, I can have tea brought during the meeting.” Naevys said, making Isoloses raise an eyebrow. He didn’t really know how that’d work out, he couldn’t move and Naevys had him vined to a chair at the moment. Before he had a chance to voice that thought, Naevys waved his hand. “I’ll take care of giving you a drink, you’re my pet, aren’t you?” As he said it, Naevys rolled his hips in a small circle, pulling a choked moan from Isoloses’s mouth.

“Fuck!” He groaned, pleasure coursing through him as he felt his cock rubbing against Naevys’s warm, wet walls. Naevys was so, so aroused, the scent of apples and rain was swirling in Isoloses’s head, making him dizzy. “Please,” He begged, making Naevys giggle. A knock on the door drew Naevys’s attention and Isoloses let out a whimper, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip.

“Not yet, patience is a virtue, and if you learn it I’ll reward you.” Naevys purred, his eyes sparkling. Isoloses nodded his head in agreement.

“I’ll be patient,” He promised, and Naevys nodded his head.

“Good boy. Keep that persistence for me. It won’t take long now,” Naevys said with a smirk before calling out ‘come in’ to the person knocking on the door. As the door pushed open, Isoloses caught sight of Cydrah walking into the room. He was dressed in a revealing black and gray outfit. His pants were tight and fitted, his shirt wrapped around his slim waist and cinched around it, and flowy long sleeves that had flower lace circling the cuffs of it. His gray boots came up to his knees, with pointed toes that looked frankly a little dangerous. Around his slim throat was a black choker, and his hair was in a loose bun, earrings dangling around his face.

“Well this is a surprise,” Cydrah drawled, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. Naevys smiled and tilted his head to the side as he leaned forward a little, his legs kicking beneath the table they were sitting at and bumping against Isoloses’s shins slightly.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?” Naevys asked, making Cydrah giggle as he shook his head and walked forward, dropping down into the chair across from them, his eyes roaming over Isoloses. Isoloses flushed a little, his eyes lowering. It was the first time he’d been acknowledged the entire day and it made his heart speed up. It was exciting, because everyone else was just assuming but Cydrah… well he knew. It was obvious.

“Oh, but you sent your dog to get the money last time,” Cydrah pouted, crossing his legs and leaning forward a bit, resting his elbow on his knee while waving his hand dismissively.

“You asked me to have people pick your payment up the past three times.” Naevys said, his eyes narrowing. Isoloses almost let out a groan. Naevys and Cydrah just needed to fuck already or whatever. “But you just didn’t want to make the carriage ride out here, hm?” Cydrah nodded his head, waving his hand dismissively.

“Believe it or not, I too have responsibilities.” Cydrah said, reaching into his pocket to pull out an envelope. “You aren’t feeling lonely, are you? Isn’t your pet keeping you entertained?” Cydrah asked, something flashing in his eyes that Isoloses couldn’t quite catch.

“Oh, he keeps me plenty entertained.” Naevys said smugly, leaning across his desk and extending his hand for Cydrah to put the envelope in. Cydrah nodded his head and smirked a little, leaning forward to hand him the envelope. Naevys pulled back and laid it aside on his desk.

“He certainly kept me entertained when you loaned him to me,” Cydrah said. “It takes a lot to make me sing praises, but you weren’t kidding when you said his knot is better than a wolfs.” Cydrah said, smirking a bit. The vines around Isoloses’s arms and legs tightened a bit, pulling a squeak from Isoloses’s mouth.

“I’m not often incorrect,” Naevys said, his eyes shining a bit in a way that had Isoloses’s cock twitching inside of him. The feeling of the vines digging into his arms and legs was arousing, making him a little breathless, and the feeling of Naevys’s hole wrapped around his cock was enough that it made him want to thrust up into him. He looked somewhere between jealous and aroused, and it had Isoloses’s brain melting a little bit under the implications.

“It’s so lovely during heats,” Cydrah said, tilting his head to the side. “It makes me want to melt from the inside out.” Naevys’s eyebrow twitched a bit, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. Isoloses’s cheeks deepened with color, not really able to help it. Naevys’s hole tightened around his base, sending pleasure coursing through him. “He’s also very warm, it makes keeping the window open much more pleasurable.”

“Oh I know.” Naevys said, “He can do this thing with his sparks that feels divine .” Naevys drawled, and Cydrah’s eyes lit up with interest. “You should find a demon pet of your own, they are useful for many purposes.” Naevys said, making Cydrah shrug.

“So much effort,” He sighed, waving his hand. “Too much for me. Yours is already trained.” Cydrah shrugged noncommittally.

“All it takes is making a pact with them.” Naevys said, “It comes with the benefit of being able to control them entirely. All I have to do is say jump and he says how high.” Cydrah hummed a bit, realization flickering in his eyes for a moment.

“Really?” He said it in a way that prompted Naevys to giggle a little and tilt his head to the side.

“Really. You want to see something cool?” Naevys asked, making Cydrah nod his head, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. “Iso, cum, knot me now.” Naevys commanded. Isoloses gasped, his hips pushing up as much as the initial command allowed, pleasure vibrating through his body. For a moment, everything around him faded into nothing, Naevys’s tight hole only growing tighter and more vice like as his knot began swelling. Naevys let out a moan, his hand slamming down on the desk in front of him as trembles coursed through his body.

Pleasure zinged through his body as Naevys’s walls tightened and spasmed around him as his knot finished growing. He was too out of it with the sudden impact of his orgasm that he couldn’t think beyond the feeling. Sparks of pleasure shot through him, his mind blanking and his body tensing as he felt line after line of cum shooting inside of Naevys. Every inch of his body was a livewire for the briefest of moments, his skin buzzing with pleasure and his mind melting completely as he sank back against the chair limply. Naevys’s head fell back against his chest and out of pure instinct he nuzzled into his neck, pressing a kiss there. Naevys let out a breathless giggle, tilting his head towards Isoloses’s in response.

Naevys was saying something, Isoloses was sure, but hell, he couldn’t think. He couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered but the feeling of Naevys’s hole wrapped around the base of his knot, and the feeling of Naevys fully relaxed in his lap. Even with Cydrah’s eyes burning a hole through him, he was floating happily behind Naevys, nuzzling into his neck thoughtlessly.

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The air was cold, bitter winds blew his hair around on his head, and Isoloses could actually feel the bite of it against the exposed part of his skin. The snow whipping past him was hitting against his skin and melting on impact wherever it touched his actual skin, the sting of it barely recognizable with the numbness he was experiencing. The stone he was sitting on was cold enough he could feel it through the thick pair of pants he was wearing, he could feel the blood running down his back and his leg was throbbing painfully.

He could hardly manage to walk, and Isandro had sent their troops ahead of them to head back to Caelestes without them. Isoloses had told him to leave him behind and come back if it was possible later, when the weather had cleared, but Isandro had refused adamantly. There was a sense of bitterness that seemed to fill the air between them, an uncomfortable silence that Isoloses neither wanted to endure nor indulge.

He wanted to speak, thank him for staying behind and helping him through the snowy winter realm they were currently trapped inside, but he had no idea how to go about doing that presently. His mind was muddled and slow, he could definitely feel the lightheadedness from the blood loss–his body was bruised and cut to bits, the only thing that’d save him from permanent scarring was Isandro’s very limited ability to heal. It wasn’t strong enough that Isoloses could be healed completely like when Mytherion or Ilsa healed him at home, but it worked just enough to keep him alive and he supposed that was better than nothing.

If he bled out and died… Well, that wouldn’t be good, not in the grand scheme of things presently at the least. He needed to get up and walk, try to at least make it until Isandro made it to the Périlès point. On one hand, any wild carnivorous animals that smell his blood will be attracted to him indefinitely, but on the other, roaming through the treacherous mountains of a realm whose inhabitants want you dead… Well, he couldn’t let anything happen to Isandro.

He needed to just be strong and get Isandro to the Périlès point. That’s all that matters, what happened after was of no concern to him. He needed to make sure Isandro was safe. Isoloses tried to stand up off of the stone he was sitting on, somewhat managing to succeed despite the throbbing in his leg getting worse, along with the lightheadedness, making the world around him spin a bit.

“Solo, what the hell are you doing?” Isandro snapped from behind him, and he quickly jerked around, somehow managing to fall down onto the snowy ground, his head hitting against the stone. “Fuck! Stop moving, will you? I can’t get wood if you won’t be still.” Isandro said, running forward and kneeling beside him.

“I can’t, we’ve gotta get out of here. We’re going to die if we don’t and you know it.” Isoloses managed to get out. Isandro frowned and shook his head.

“We have weapons, food, and water. If you’ll be still, we’ll also have fire.” Isandro said blankly, offering his hand. Isoloses took it, and he helped him get up onto his knees, before helping him back up onto the stone he had been sitting on. “Just stay fucking still Solo.” Isandro said, shooting him a look as he opened his mouth to protest. Isoloses shut it and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “If you see anyone coming, play dead.”

“Won’t be that far off,” Isoloses joked, letting his head fall back against the stone wall he was sitting against. Isandro shot him a dirty look and walked a little ways away and went down onto his knees, digging out a circle in the snow. “How long till they realize we’re up here and put up a shield that prevents magic? We can keep going, if worse comes to worse I’ll be fine dying–”

“Solo, I need you to just… be quiet.” Isandro said. “You’re not going to die, because if you do I’ll reach into the afterlife and yank you back by your hair and kill you myself, so stop being such a nuisance.” Isoloses nodded and shut his eyes, fighting off a wave of nausea as the world around him stopped spinning briefly. “Isoloses, eyes open.” Isandro snapped, making Isoloses’s eyes pop open.

“What the hell, I just wanna shut my eyes.” Isoloses grumbled, shifting a little.

“You know why I don’t want you to shut your eyes so just keep them open. Just talk about something.” Isandro demanded, making Isoloses huff. He didn’t have anything to talk about really, except how fucking terrible his leg felt which would only make Isandro worry more, and how numb he felt which again–would only worry him more. He could, and probably should mention that he felt like he was going to hurl, but he couldn’t really think that much.

“It’s cold.” He settled on, managing to figure out how to work his tongue. Isandro looked up at him and shook his head, standing up.

“You’re going to catch a fever, that won’t help you recover,” Isandro said, walking over to him as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Take this,” Isandro said, motioning for Isoloses to lean forward. He nodded and complied, albeit a bit unsteadily as he gripped onto Isandro’s arm. “Dude you’re still bleeding.” Isandro said, pulling his hand off of his back. “What the hell hit ya?”

“Something?” He ventured with a forced laugh. “It’s not that bad, it’ll be fine. I just feel lightheaded. The healing helped some,” Isandro cursed under his breath and forced Isoloses’s arm through the arm hole of the jacket, pulling it around him. Once he was fully in the jacket, Isandro leaned him back against the stone again. Isoloses winced a little, pain shooting up his back.

“Just be still until I can get something thrown together to cover the snow. I need to look at-” Isoloses’s mind blanked out midway through his sentence however, because, from high up in the trees above them he heard movement. Isandro kept talking but he wasn’t listening. He kept his eyes focused on the tops of trees, and saw someone launched out of the trees, a blade aimed directly at Isandro. Isoloses pushed him away from himself roughly, Isandro stumbling back and out of the way with confusion in his eyes before the being’s sword went clean through his abdomen.

Isoloses let out a cry of pain, his eyes squeezing shut as his hands balled into fists. He pushed the pain into the back of his mind as he jerked his fist around and slammed it into the attacker’s face. The attacker let out a growl and stumbled a bit, disoriented from the strength of the punch. Before he could collect himself and attack again, Isandro was moving behind him, and he quickly snapped his neck. The guy fell to the ground limp, and Isoloses coughed a bit, his hand going to press against the spot where the blade was buried inside of him, attempting to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Fuck man, your jacket,” Isoloses managed to get out. Isandro gave him an incredulous look and reached his hand and pressed it against his forehead for a brief moment.

“Well this just went from bad to worse.” Isandro said, glaring at him. “What the hell were you thinking pushing me out of the way like that? Don’t try to be a fucking martyr! I swear if you weren’t already so injured I’d beat your ass ten ways to Eshathserine.”

Isoloses jerked a little as a freezing cold hand landed on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts and into reality. He fought the immediate surge of fear that coursed through him, his instincts telling him to attack even though he knew there was nothing to fear anymore. He was split in half, almost, the logical side of his brain saying calm down and the illogical side telling him fight or die . Isoloses looked back over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the person behind him.

The guy was fairly short, with ocean blue hair and eyes. He was paler than even Cassian managed to be, and the blue of his hair kind of brought out the bluish tint to his skin a bit. Even so, he was the kind of adorable that most people wished they were, even if they were the most self-confident person in existence. He was wearing a light blue sweater that looked a few sizes too big, and around his pale neck was a collar, with a sun and a moon on it. The sun was an odd golden color, and the moon was a white silver kind of color, which struck him as odd because vampires can’t be touched by silver.

“You look quite haunted.” He said, tilting his head a bit. “Do you often perch yourself on porch railings, or are you just bored?”

“A little of both,” Isoloses laughed a little, shrugging. “It’s nice out here. Cool.” He said, looking around the dark sky. The benefits to not having a sun was that it stayed a nice fifty to fifty five degrees. Isoloses liked the light the sun provided, but it was just so damn hot in Caelestes that he couldn’t miss it.

“It is quite tepid.” He agreed, leaning against the rail. Isoloses couldn’t help the nervousness that crawled through him, even as un-intimidating as the guy was, he was definitely a vampire, and as such could kill him before he even saw it coming. “I take it you are Isoloses, then? Naevys mentioned that you were planning on moving here a while back,” He said, his voice was kind of soft, in a sweet kind of way that made Isoloses hesitant.

“Oh, uh yeah… I am.” He agreed, flushing a little as his heart skipped a beat. Even hesitant, the knowledge that Naevys talked about him at some point with someone made him feel excited. He wanted to scold himself for being so childish, for getting so excited about something that’d probably happened a thousand or more times before when he was unaware. It might not have even been good things he was mentioning.

“Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” He asked, tilting his head a bit. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener, by Naevys no less.” He giggled a little, lifting himself up onto the banister beside him. Isoloses hesitated for a minute, his eyes running over him nervously. He couldn’t really determine how he was meant to take the guy. He was small and looked non-threatening, but when he spoke his fangs peeked out a slight bit from behind his lips occasionally.

He seemed nice, but he also seemed to know a lot about him that he was certain he’d never told him. While Naevys definitely could’ve been talking about him, his survival instincts were on high alert from the flashback, he felt as if he were dangling somewhere between the past and present while both were reaching out to pull him in different directions. He was here with Naevys and that made him happy, but there was this voice whispering in his head whenever he was alone that told him he didn’t deserve this.

He didn’t deserve happiness, not after everything he’d been a part of. He held some amount of responsibility for everything that’d happened since the moment he realized that what they were doing was not okay, even the things he didn’t know about yet. He couldn’t help the nagging clawing of the guilt that rested in his chest at all times.

He hated what happened, he hated his part in it all and most of all he hated himself. He hated the parts of him that had detached himself from everything that’d happened, he hated the parts of him that were able to look at the past with cold indifference. He hated the parts of himself that craved the validation his father would give him, even if it took him doing horrible things to achieve it. He deserved to be miserable, he deserved to be dead, he didn’t deserve to be living a comfortable life where he was not forced to wallow in the hole he dug himself. 

He was apathetic, disconsolate, enervated on a near constant basis, every burdensome day a painful reminder that he was alive when so many others had died at his hands or from his complaisance. He was too lazy to kill himself, dying as an immortal isn’t the easiest thing to accomplish. It happened, but most of that was intentional and it took effort. Even a fall from thousands of feet in the air wouldn’t kill him.

He’d been on the brink of death before, and even with the worst of his injuries he’d never hit the point where it became a reality. He just kept sitting idly by, the world buzzing with action around him as he fought to raise his head off the pillow. The times his mind wasn’t consumed with it all were few and far between, and that led him to what had prompted the flashback in the beginning.

It was a simple question really. His father deserved to die, and so did he, but he didn’t think Isandro deserved to die. Isandro was arguably higher on the totem pole than even him, he held as much responsibility as Isoloses if not more, so what made him different in Isoloses’s head–or more simply: what determines who deserves to live and who deserves to die? 

“What determines who deserves to live?” He ventured, and the guy shrugged.

“What determines who doesn’t ?” The guy countered, turning around carefully and resting his back against a pillar. “Nothing does. Most beings abide by moral codes and standards, but those vary a lot from one realm to the next.” Isoloses nodded, taking a moment to think of how to respond.

“What if you went against your own moral codes, following the orders of someone… and you did things that you maybe didn’t want to do?” He asked when he figured out what he wanted to ask next, making the guy tilt his head a bit. “You knew it was wrong, but you still did it. That kind of thing.” He explained.

“Well, the circumstances surrounding it matter in your case, more than you’d like to admit.” He said, pausing for a moment. “Have you done horrible things? Probably. Have  I done horrible things? Yes. Undoubtedly so. What I feel is most important is the steps you make going forward. You had a hand in something terrible and nothing will ever change that, but the first step to growing as an individual is realizing our mistakes and atoning for them.”

“How can I atone for… everything ?” He questioned nervously, his eyes darting up so that he could meet the guys eyes. He had a feeling he already knew what his answer was going to be, but even so he pressed further.

“Well, in short, you can’t.” He said, leaning forward a little so that he was looking at Isoloses closer. “ But , that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to live. What you were a part of was something out of your control. It was much bigger than you. It took the king dying for it to end, and there was nothing you could’ve done sooner.“

“I could’ve killed him sooner.” He muttered thoughtlessly, and the guy giggled a little.

“Could’ve, would’ve, none of that matters. You are a victim of your father, same as everyone else, in some aspects. You said it yourself, you never wanted to do some of the stuff he wanted you to, but you did anyway. Why is that?” He asked.

“Because…” He trailed off after a minute, unsure. “Because if I didn’t, I thought I might die. When I stopped caring about that… I thought without me, my brothers would be trapped there and suffer more for my abandonment than I did.”

“Both are reasons that impact the way you react. When it comes to survival, and when it comes to loved ones, our brains tell us to do anything necessary.” He said simply, reaching one of his hands out to rest it on his hand. “What you did was wrong and I won’t lie to you about it. But… under the circumstances I feel it’s necessary that you recognize the things that impacted your decision making and understand what that means.”

“What does that mean?” Isoloses asked, fighting back the urge to scoff. He couldn’t justify a thing that he’d done no matter what impacted his decision making.

“Your father used fear as a manipulation tactic. He knew everyone in Caelestes was either compliant or too afraid to speak up, and for someone like him, that’s exactly how he wanted it to be.” The guy said, shrugging. “I know more about you than Naevys would like me to admit, he’s quite loose-lipped when drunk. I know what you did with your brother, and the plan the pair of you hatched.”

“He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone!” Isoloses moaned, his head falling over on the wall of Naevys’s castle. He didn’t want anyone to know, because he didn’t want people to forget the things he had done that were wrong and focus on only the good things he’d done. One good thing doesn’t erase a lifetime of what he’d done.

“Isoloses, listen.” The guy said, shifting forward a little. “Naevys is capable of holding grudges that trudge over decades ,” Isoloses couldn’t help but laugh as the guy giggled a little. “He’s also the first person I trust when it comes to character judgment. Meaning, if he’s able to forgive you and keep you in his home with him, in his bed, and in his heart, I can’t believe that you are beyond redemption.”

“Naevys doesn’t have me in his heart.” Isoloses denied, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are all attractive men dumb, blind, or both?” He sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Stay with me, here, okay?” He said, waving his hands. Isoloses nodded. “Naevys, the guy who has never once settled down into a relationship since he started offhandedly mentioning you drunk, does not have you in his heart?” Isoloses shook his head, making the guy sigh. “Listen, Naevys doesn’t want you to know this but I think you need to hear it at least once.”

“Wai-”

“He never, ever fucking shuts up about you when he’s drunk. Do you know how many times he’s drunkenly told me about how much he likes your dick? Which don’t even get me started on how rare an occurrence that is, because we’d be here for decades.” The guy paused for a moment and giggled. “Don’t speak, just listen,” He said as Isoloses started to open his mouth. “He gets this starry eyed look in his eyes when he talks about you, and his cheeks TURN PINK! Naevys blushing?! How do you not even see that as a big thing.”

“He blushes around me all the time.” Isoloses said, pursing his lips a little.

“That is exactly my point. In all the times you’ve seen him interact with other people, when has he ever blushed?” The guy pointed out. Isoloses shrugged.

“It seems like he might’ve.” Isoloses denied.

“Might’ve, because you were right there.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m just saying. Naevys loves you, otherwise he wouldn’t have built a nest, or welcomed you into his home. How many of his partners get to actually hang around for snuggles?”

“He just likes my knot.” Isoloses said.

“Likes your knot, huh? Think about it, what does it give him an excuse to do? Be close to you.” Isoloses blinked for a moment, a little stunned. “Your alpha instincts take over and you’re affectionate, he can cuddle with you and indulge the parts of him that embarrass him.”

“Did you say ‘built a nest’?” Isoloses said suddenly, the words finally seeming to register to him.

“Yes, I can explain to you the psychology behind why he built it if you wish for an in depth analysis, but I’m sure you can get the picture. Elves only build nests under certain circumstances, and because you’re the one in the nest with him, all signs are pointing to you being the cause of it.” He said easily, leaning forward a bit.

“What circumstances are those?” Isoloses asked hesitantly. He couldn’t quite believe it, even if the guy seemed as though he was being honest.

“He’s signifying he accepts you as a mate,” The guy said, smiling brightly. “It’s an elves way of showing they are serious about their partner, and while it’s outdated to most newer born elves, Naevys is one of the oldest elves left, so…”

“So what’s that mean?” Isoloses asked, blinking back his shock.

“That means, it makes sense.” The guy said, hopping down off the banister. “I have to get going, I have two very protective vampires waiting to blink me into their chambers and they can’t be away from their workplace long.” He said easily, waving a bit.

“Wait, what’s your name?” Isoloses asked curiously.

“Uysasera, Uysa for short. I’m a therapist, I run my main practice down in Alyvahone and have a secondary office that’s open two days a week in Ilyenasera. If you ever want to keep talking about what’s going on in your head, I don’t mind listening.” He said softly, “Naevys won’t have to know either, just keep things professional and I won’t mention a thing.” Isoloses nodded his head, biting his lip. “I hope you feel better, have a nice evening.” Uysa said, before blinking away and leaving him alone once again.

A therapist, huh, Isoloses thought, biting into his tongue as he shifted around on the banister, letting himself drop down onto the porch. He might have to consider that, but now all he really wanted to consider was finding Naevys.

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The next couple of days, Isoloses had an extra pep in his step every time he was around Naevys. He kept finding excuses to hang around in his office, doing dumb shit like organizing Naevys’s disastrous file cabinets or dusting his shinies shelf. Which, Naevys really hated that Isoloses called it his shinies shelf, but it was just stating the obvious. Everything on it was shiny and old, his pocket watch included. Isoloses couldn’t believe he kept the old thing out, honestly. In his opinion, it was kind of ugly, but… it was a gift that meant something to him.

Isoloses had carried it because it was given to him by his mother, at his birth, and birth gifts were important. While Isoloses hated his father, his mother… well he just no longer cared about her. At this point, they had no relationship and he’d barely even thought of her because he was just so consumed with his own life. There had been a time when Isoloses loved her, he guessed, but now it was like she’d never existed–her memory overshadowed by his father’s cruelty. She stood idly by, being treated like a queen, and left all of her sons to fend for themselves against their father.

In his mind, she was just as much a monster as him, only in a different way. She didn’t outwardly manipulate them, but she did nothing to protect them, and he didn’t think it was because she was scared into compliance. His father was overly kind to their mother, giving her things she wanted constantly without much prodding. She wanted a giant crown that was made of pure silver, and she got it. She wanted heels made of the finest materials Caelestes had to offer, she’d get them. If she wanted something off-realm, it never took long for his father to find a way to excuse invading the realms.

And it wasn’t like his father just wanted to take control of the realm, he wanted to overtake every other realm with demons, and eventually have nothing but demons or demon hybrids living. Isoloses didn’t understand why overtaking the realms mattered so much when Caelestes itself was pretty much burning to a crisp. If he was just trying to move realms there were honestly easier ways to do so.

He was sure if that was what his father wanted, any of the magical beings would be glad to combine together to create a realm, that was the way the original seven were created in the beginning anyway. It wasn’t impossible to do it again and to save their realms… Isoloses could see any of them bending over backward to make it happen. Isoloses bit his lip a little as he lifted himself up off of the mattress and glanced around Naevys’s room. Everything was so cluttered, and it drove Isoloses just the tiniest bit insane.

Isoloses pulled himself up out of the nest–he had not told Naevys he knew what it was yet, but he didn’t really know how to or if it was even something he should do. It was important he knew Naevys’s intentions, but if Naevys didn’t tell him himself, did that mean he didn’t want him to acknowledge it?

He walked over to his dresser to pull out his chosen outfit of the day, which was pretty much the same outfit he always wore–Caelestes wasn’t really brimming with fashion and the like, everything was very… military friendly, black, and shredded to help with the temperature outside. It provided airflow, which is critical when the temperature was over a hundred and twenty degrees on a daily basis. As they were demons, it didn’t kill them or anything, but it was hot , muggy, and very uncomfortable. There was not a lot of moisture in the air, so it was a dry heat which was both good and bad. Good because it meant they could sweat as much as necessary, but bad because dry air irritates the mucous membranes in their noses.

It was a catch twenty-two during the Sunraise months when the temperatures were at their highest and the dryness of the air was like razors. Even during Frostfall, it was warm, and ‘frost’ was just a term meant to symbolize cooler temperatures. Even those temperatures stayed in the eighties. It was hell, utter misery.

“Oh good you’re up,” Naevys said, poking his head into the door of the room. Isoloses turned to see him as he slipped inside of the room, his eyes roaming over him. He looked beautiful , and Isoloses couldn’t help but run his eyes over him and completely lose his entire train of thought. What he was wearing wasn’t overly revealing, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

He was wearing a tight-fitted button-down, the cuffs tight around his slim wrists, and it was light green, the color of mint leaves. His pants were black and skin tight, a little shiny, and they reached around his waist and drew Isoloses’s eyes there shamelessly. He couldn’t help but imagine his hands circling his slim waist. Around the top of his thigh was a tight band that had small stone daggers in it, and his shoes… oh fuck his shoes had Isoloses practically unable to look away from his thighs.

The boots he was wearing were sturdy and black, reaching up to his thighs, where perfectly tied bows rested. Around his shoulders was a black cape, it hung off of one of his shoulders, while the other remained completely covered. The cape itself was the kind of black that they used in Caelestes for infiltration mission clothing because it ate light like nothing else. When used properly, it can keep you from being spotted in the dark which is probably why Naevys had it.

“Do I look so good you can’t help but drool? What a horny little mutt you are. I wish for us to go do something. Will you accompany me?” Naevys asked, and while it was voiced as a request, Isoloses knew Naevys wanted him to do it. So he nodded his head. “Don’t worry about showering, either. You’re going to be working up a sweat this morning.” Isoloses nodded, flushing a little as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

“What’re we doing?” Isoloses asked excitedly, making Naevys giggle. Naevys shrugged, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips.

“I suppose you’ll have to get dressed and find out,” Naevys said, before turning on his heels and heading back out the door, his cape fluttering behind him as he went. Isoloses felt excitement curling through him, curiosity getting the better of him as he sped up his movements so he could find out what they were doing sooner.

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When they stopped by the weapons room, Isoloses hadn’t really thought anything of it. When Naevys took both swords, he raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but wonder if Naevys was planning on using both of them at the same time or something. Isoloses had fought back the urge to laugh as he pictured Naevys waving two swords around while jumping up and down like a pirate in this old black and white movie his father had confiscated from one of their prisoners back a few dozen years ago.

When Naevys led them to his carriage, Isoloses was confused because he usually just walked everywhere. Caelestes was too small to justify them, and Naevys usually had him carry him around. Not today though. Instead, he found himself being ushered into a carriage by Naevys, who seemed impatient.

The whole ride to their destination was silent and filled with an odd sort of tension, Naevys seemed… on edge. It had Isoloses’s alpha wanting to comfort him, but he didn’t know how to do so… so he just sat there, staring at him while his cheeks and the tips of his ears grew pinker and pinker. He was so beautiful, the moonlight catching on his pearlescent skin beautifully. Isoloses couldn’t tear his eyes away from him.

He looked so mystifying, and Isoloses couldn’t help but think back on what Uysa had said: I’m just saying. Naevys loves you, and he wanted to ask if he was right, but at the same time, he didn’t want to push Naevys, or for Uysa to be wrong. He really just didn’t want Uysa to be wrong. If he was, the happy daze he’d been living in would shatter, and it was already so rare for him to feel upbeat about anything. He wanted into Naevys’s head, wanted to understand what it was about him that made Naevys accept him when he was so inherently flawed and damaged. Was it just that Naevys pitied him?

The negative thoughts plagued him the entire ride, his mind trying to search for a justification for Naevys’s presumed affection, but being unable to come up with one that made sense. When they pulled up to somewhere on the other side of the city Alyvahone, back in a heavily wooded area where most everything was overgrown, Isoloses hadn’t questioned when Naevys motioned him out of the carriage.

He let Naevys lead him down a pathway that was carefully placed and almost invisible if one does not know of its existence–Isoloses had even missed it until Naevys told him to look closer. While the trees appeared thick, there was space to walk through them if you followed the pathway closely. It was not an easy path to follow for someone of Isoloses’s height and stature, but with Naevys’s guidance and nature abilities, he managed to get through it without suffering brain damage.

However, Isoloses was more confused about Naevys’s silent stare than anything. Naevys, who’d led him to the center of a wide open field was just staring at him, contemplation was written across his face. Isoloses didn’t really know if he was supposed to say something, or if he’d done something to upset him–he had been clingy as hell lately, perhaps that was it? But nothing looked wrong. He just looked lost in thought.

“Isoloses, there is something I wish to give you, and I wish for you to take it without asking many questions,” Naevys said, looking up with a glint in his eye that made Isoloses’s heart speed up. Isoloses nodded, looking down at him and studying his face closely. “Good boy,” Naevys paused for a moment as he let one of the swords fall to the ground with a clatter. The other was cased entirely so not an inch of it was visible, and Naevys worked the clasp on the case carefully with elegant fingers.

“I went to Breamoros to acquire a long lost family sword, not because it was my own, but because this sword belonged to my older brother,” Naevys said as he unsheathed the sword, pulling it out of the casing. The blade was covered by the sword’s original sheath, made of dark glass, but as Naevys unsheathed it from that, the long sweeping glass blade with a curved edge and an upslope blade tip came into view. “And I would like you to take it,” Naevys said.

“Take it?” Isoloses questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I brought this back from Brễamōros to give it to you,” Naevys said simply, running his fingers along the blade of it gently, before looking up at him. “I recognize it might be… Ah, a bit odd of a gift, considering you are no longer in the army, however…”

“No, no that… I mean, I am no longer in the army but are you sure you want to give it to me?” Isoloses asked, hesitantly looking down at him.

“I intended to do so from the moment I hunted it down,” Naevys said, offering it to him. “A warrior’s weapon is intended to be valuable, and it is intended to act as an extension of oneself,” Naevys explained, offering him the handle of the sword. Isoloses took it carefully, feeling its weight in his hand, his eyes widening a little as the dark glass blade began glowing a faint burgundy-red color. “I told you not to ask many questions,” He reminded him as Isoloses went to open his mouth.

Isoloses’s eyes roamed over the blade, unable to help his eyes lingering. It was beautiful, honestly, much too nice a sword for someone so unworthy. The dark glass glowed the color of his magic, his eyes, and etched into the blade’s base, just above the handle were divots with deeper black coloring. A geometric design was shaped into the glass handle near the base of the blade, where it tapered off to a swirling geometric design circling the glass pommel.

Isoloses could’ve pressed for more information, he could’ve said something to change his mind, or even asked what brought the sudden desire to give him something, but instead, Isoloses dropped to one knee and bowed his head, pressing the tip of the blade to the ground in front of him.

“Are you about to swear your undying loyalty to me? Aren’t you a few hundred years too late, hm?” Naevys teased, his cheeks heating up as he brushed idly at his shoulder as if he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. Naevys, beautiful emotionally distant Naevys, with sharp vines wrapped around his heart. Naevys. His god, his Master… His everything .

“Something like that. Will you just let me do what I’m going to do?” Isoloses asked, looking up at Naevys with a pleading expression. Naevys let out a little inhale, his cheeks color deepening.

“Yes, do what you will.” Naevys agreed, albeit a bit hesitant.

“On bended knee, I swear to protect you, to kneel before you when you call upon me, and to only wield this weapon when called upon by you or in my efforts to follow out your missions seamlessly. Wherever you lead me, I will follow. Wherever you leave me, I will stay until you return.” Isoloses bowed his head once again. “I give my oath to you, Lord Naevys Meizeaux Greris, that I will protect and serve you faithfully and with honor, for as long as my heart is still beating in my chest.” Naevys’s eyes shined brightly under the moonlight, his hair fluttering around in the soft breeze, he seemed speechless.

“I accept your oath, but on one condition.” Naevys said, making Isoloses nod. “You must never make another pact again.” Isoloses raised an eyebrow. That was not really something he’d ever considered, honestly. Naevys was the only one he’d ever offered that to, anyway, it wasn’t like he used it as a bargaining chip on the regular.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but… why?” Isoloses asked, unable to help himself.

“You are mine, the only one who should have the ability to command you is me,” Naevys said simply, and Isoloses ducked his head to hide his smile. Isoloses’s brain immediately put that statement through the Naevys filter: You are mine, and if anyone else has the same kind of control over you that I do, you might not need me anymore.

“Of course, Master.” Isoloses bowed his head respectfully.

“Up on your feet. Duel me,” Naevys demanded, leaning over to grasp the handle of the sword he’d dropped on the ground and straightened, holding it out in front of him gracefully. “Now,” Naevys said, and Isoloses rose to his feet and brandished the sword before him, falling into a dueling stance. This was not entirely uncommon, though usually, they used magic and Naevys’s staff against his sword–Naevys was skilled with a staff, but Isoloses couldn’t recall if he’d ever seen him wield a sword.

“Have you ever fought with a sword?” Isoloses ventured worriedly, and Naevys’s eyes narrowed a bit teasingly.

“Do you doubt my abilities to kick your ass, big boy?” Naevys teased, smirking a bit. Isoloses shook his head, of that he had little doubt. Naevys could kick his ass blindfolded, tied up, and strapped to a chair. He was more worried about the endlessly sharp blade he was going to be swinging toward him, and how painfully thin he was. Isoloses could take a few nicks and cuts, but with as slim as Naevys was, sword fighting seemed dangerous.

“I never doubt you,” Isoloses said, and Naevys shook his head, smirking a bit. The look made Isoloses heart speed up, not in fear though. Not even at the realization that Naevys was pointing a sword right at his heart and could really kill him if he wanted to. It wasn’t fear, not even in the slightest. Arousal, perhaps, mainly…. but excitement. Just excitement, because he’d not been in a good duel since having left Caelestes when he was training the new members of the Royal Army of Caelestes guards. “Ready?” Isoloses asked.

As if he wasn’t even worried at all, Naevys merely nodded his head.

Naevys moved before he had the chance to, but not with swings intent to injure, the predictable path that Naevys took when he raised the blade gave Isoloses ample time to adjust and block accordingly. Naevys smirked a little, and then he started moving faster, putting a little effort in. His movements were like that of the air or water, fluid and precise, a delicate and precise dance that he seemed to have little trouble recalling off the top of his head.

As if he could predict Isoloses’s every move, his sword blocked each swing of Isoloses’s, the sound of Naevys’s metal blade against the glass blade of Isoloses sword sent a shock of excitement down Isoloses’s spine, his breath catching in his throat as he managed to block one of Naevys’s swings instead of just evading it. It was exhilarating, as he watched Naevys’s movements he became familiar with the way he moved and he wasn’t tripping over himself trying to counter his quick and seamless strikes.

Either way though, Isoloses was absolutely awestruck. As a swordsman, Naevys’s skill was impressive. However, his skills on the battlefield weren’t quite what had Isoloses’s cock hardening or his heart thudding in his chest. Naevys was   transcendently beautiful, his beautiful eyes narrowed and focused in on Isoloses, his long black eyelashes kissing just below his brow bones delicately. His light skin was slightly flushed, his hair dancing in the breeze with his speedy movements. A sculptor couldn’t have fashioned him any more beautiful than he was, his cute little nose and ears pointed and beautifully plump lips calamine-pink. 

Naevys’s perfectly filed bright red fingernails contrasted both his skin and the dark-colored hilt of the sword, his thin arm imperturbable and confident in each swing of his sword. Isoloses was hypnotized by his beauty, mesmerized by the calm but fiery look in his eyes.

Their movements fell into a fast rhythm, hard and fast, each movement sending adrenaline and excitement through Isoloses. Naevys’s body bent and moved as he evaded each of Isoloses’s swings as if he had memorized Isoloses’s every move in battle. Perhaps he had, over the years of having sparred with him with his staff. Isoloses always used a sword, so it was honestly somewhat embarrassing to have Naevys whipping his ass…

The embarrassment did nothing to quell his desire, though, his heart racing behind his ribcage as he moved and followed Naevys’s movements, thrusting his blade forward. Naevys blocked the movement swiftly, smirking confidently as he effortlessly riposted, thrusting his blade forward. Isoloses didn’t manage to block or evade the movement and he felt the blade of Naevys’s sword bite into his side through the shirt he was wearing. Isoloses hissed, his cock throbbing a bit as the pain ran through his body and transformed into pleasure somewhere along the way.

Isoloses was quick to counter, cutting upwards at Naevys in a fast, almost immediate return attack. Naevys wasn’t caught out by the attack, he was completely prepared, and easily caught the blade of Isoloses’s sword with his.

“Losing your touch, Iso?” Naevys teased, shifting closer to him as he shifted his blade, letting it slide along the edge of his own blade. Naevys was close now, close enough that Isoloses could smell his cologne and the scent of his arousal, and it made Isoloses’s body burn deliciously. “What a pity, I thought you were supposed to be good at this,” Naevys taunted mischievously, the hiss of glass and metal sliding together accompanying the words.

“I am not going to maim you. It’d be dangerous for me to exhibit the same level of skill I do in battle,” Isoloses bristled, his cheeks flushing with color. Naevys giggled and swung his sword, the blade just barely missing Isoloses’s bicep as he dodged it.

“I’ve seen what you’re capable of when swinging a sword. This is not even a fraction of that, I’m not afraid of being hurt, we’ve done this a hundred times or more, so why are you suddenly afraid of hurting me?” Naevys asked.

“I don’t want to hurt you, I never have.” Isoloses countered, his eyes lowered.

“Stop worrying about needless trivial nonsense and fight me like a man.” Naevys drawled, giving him barely enough time to react, but only just. The first strike he attempted to block, scrambling a fraction of a second later to do it again, and again. Naevys was moving relentlessly, every movement planned, an onslaught of swings Isoloses could hardly keep up with.

The dance continued, the sound of their blades striking together almost deafening as he moved. Each of Naevys’s movements grew in ferocity and speed, they weren’t the same as the practiced, controlled motions that Naevys had babied him with before. Naevys was slimmer, lither, his body moved with the wind and there were angles that Isoloses simply could not accommodate. 

“You have never had a regard for your own life,” Naevys said breathily as Isoloses failed to block his sword’s movements and the blade bit into his skin. Isoloses ignored the sting of pain, knowing the injury wasn’t bad enough to warrant them stopping just from the feeling of it. He knew how much he could take in this regard, and how much was too much, but that’d never mattered in the past. It did now, unquestionably so.

Naevys was fierce but not cruel.

As Isoloses worked harder to meet each swing of his blade, using any attempt at all to gain the upper hand, the speed grew gradually faster until Naevys was flitting around him, dodging each of his movements swiftly and cleanly while Isoloses began failing to block even half of the swings entirely. The blade sliced through his skin occasionally when he couldn’t manage to evade one of Naevys’s forward thrusts, but instead of pain, all Isoloses was feeling was pleasure and excitement.

It didn’t take long for Isoloses to realize that for once, he was outmatched in skill and technique, in way over his head. Naevys’s timing was perfect, he could almost predict Isoloses attacks before he’d even decided them himself, his distance was impeccable, and his reaction time and ability were unmatched. It was all adrenaline and arousal, his heart pumping in his chest wildly as he tried to anticipate Naevys’s moves. There was nothing, nothing, predictable about the way Naevys was maneuvering around him, slashing at him with all he had.

It was beautiful and entrancing, watching Naevys dance around him as if he were doing his own thing while Isoloses struggled to keep up with him. The way his eyes narrowed in concentration, a bit of his hair matted to his forehead but the rest moved with the wind and his movements, the slight tinting to his cheeks. Isoloses could feel the excitement coursing through every inch of his body, thrumming at his fingertips.

Isoloses’s eyes tried to stay on Naevys’s sword, but he couldn’t help but watch his face–a dumb mistake, one Isoloses wanted to scold himself for. The blade of Naevys’s sword had managed to nick him more times than he’d managed to evade at this point, and with each antecedent strike of the blade against his skin, the less he wanted to avoid them. The adrenaline kept the pain from fully registering, and the pleasure the pain caused made what little he could feel unproblematic, arousal flooding through him as his cock throbbed between his legs.

His distraction was Naevys’s opportunity to fully take control, knocking Isoloses’s legs out from underneath him. Isoloses fell backward onto the ground, flat on his back with a hard thud, his head hitting against the ground. His sword hit the ground beside him, but he didn’t even try to grasp it. Instead, he lay there panting heavily, his heart thudding in his chest as he looked up at Naevys, who shifted forward over him, pointing the tip of his blade against his sternum.

“You stopped even trying to dodge my attacks at the end,” Naevys scolded, a mischievous smirk teasing the corners of his lips as Isoloses realized he’d been caught. He nodded his head, the adrenaline and arousal flooding through his body making him a little breathless. “Shameless little pain slut aren’t you?” Naevys taunted, shifting his body so that his foot was pressing against Isoloses’s erection. Isoloses let out a squeak, propping himself up on his elbows. The blade of Naevys’s sword dug into his skin the faintest bit, making his heart thump a little faster as his cock grew beneath Naevys’s foot.

“Was I that obvious about it?” Isoloses mused, smiling up at him as he tried to catch his breath.

“If you wish to deceive me, you have to try much harder than that.” Naevys scolded, running his eyes over Isoloses’s body. Isoloses’s eyes ran down his chest, taking in the sight of the small cuts and tears in his shirt, faint droppings of blood slipping down his skin. The cuts stung the faintest bit, making his cock throb as the pain and arousal made his mind melt a little.

“You just wanted me to put you on your back,” Naevys tsked, pushing the sword forward once with a jolt, forcing Isoloses to lie flat on his back unless he wished for the blade to impale him. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath as arousal washed through him, his breath catching in his throat as Naevys let the tip of his blade slide up Isoloses’s chest until the blade of it was pressing at his neck. “I think you need me to be your guardian instead of the other way around, that was rather pathetic.” Isoloses fought back the urge to moan, his eyes fluttering shut as Naevys used the tip of his blade to tilt his head back.

“I’m not the only one aroused, am I?” Isoloses said, motioning towards Naevys’s pants, which were too tight to disguise his erection. Naevys shot him a look, smirking a little as his eyes ran over Isoloses’s face, digging his boot into Isoloses’s erection before withdrawing it along his sword. Isoloses couldn’t fight the disappointed whine that fell from his lips as his heart skidded almost to a stop for a moment.

“You’ve always been an interesting toy, Isoloses. Up on your knees,” Naevys commanded. Isoloses moved before his brain even had a chance to stop reeling from the sudden lack of pressure against his cock. He kneeled in front of Naevys, sucking in a shaky breath as Naevys tapped the insides of his thighs with the blade, motioning for him to push them apart. Isoloses did so, unable to keep himself from trembling and gasping as Naevys raised his sword the slightest bit, pressing the pointed end of it to his pants-covered erection.

“Look at you, I bet you’re aching for a little relief huh?” Naevys taunted, letting the tip of his blade slide up along his abdomen. “Take off your shirt,” Naevys demanded, pulling the blade away. Isoloses pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the ground beside them where his sword lay forgotten. Isoloses looked down at himself, able to see his own injuries. “Such a mess aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Isoloses said breathlessly, unable to help his heart skipping a beat as he looked up at Naevys through hooded eyes. Naevys brought the blade back up to run the pointed tip of it along his collarbones, then down the center of his chest. Isoloses’s eyes slipped shut as pleasure and arousal coursed through him.

“Do you always look so good at the end of a sword, or is it my presence that’s turning you into a hormone-riddled mutt?” Naevys teased, a wicked smirk overtaking his face as he let the blade of his sword run over Isoloses’s clothed erection once again. Isoloses’s cock twitched where it was nestled in his underwear, a bit of precum making the soft fabric of his boxers cling to the head of his cock.

“Go on, pull out your cock. Let me see how aroused you got from my blade slashing into your skin.” Isoloses flushed, arousal and embarrassment coiling in his stomach as he let out a shaky breath and nodded his head.

Isoloses’s hands moved to pull open his pants as soon as Naevys pulled the sword away, his hand reaching into the waistband of his pants to pull his cock out of his boxers. The air hitting his cock made him shiver, but his erection was undeterred, straining where he held it in his hand.

“Go on, touch yourself for me,” Naevys commanded. Isoloses squeaked out an ‘okay’, his hand beginning to move along his cock, watching as Naevys adjusted his grip on the sword, elegantly placing it behind his back as he walked around him. Isoloses heart sped up as he moved his hand, a moan pulling its way from his throat as the pleasure started coursing through him. The combination of the adrenaline surge, his arousal, and the sting of the shallow cuts circulated through him and made his mind fuzzy. Naevys’s cool indifference as he walked around him made his body burn in desperation, everything coated in a delicious haze.

As Naevys came to a stop in front of him, he clicked his tongue a little, a smirk pulling up his lips as he ran his eyes over Isoloses in amusement. There was an air of superiority around Naevys this time that made Isoloses feel breathless, a condescending glimmer in his eyes that had his body heating up desperately.

“It’s no wonder you always come home from battles injured, you’re terrible at pacing,” Naevys tsked, his eyes roaming over him. Isoloses’s cheeks heated up and he nodded his head, his hand speeding up around his cock as he looked up at Naevys. “Your concentration could use work, your footwork is sloppy, and you were predictable. I knew every move you were going to make before you had a chance to make it.”

Naevys tilted his head to the side, bringing the sword back around to run the tip of it along Isoloses’s inner thigh. Isoloses’s heart stuttered in his chest, slightly unsteady as his hand tightened around his precum-slicked erection, his breath catching in his throat. He felt… out of control, more out of control than he’d ever felt before. Helpless, so fucking helpless. It was so fucking good. Naevys ran the blade across Isoloses’s abdomen, barely pressing the blade into his skin–it left a faint line in its wake but that was it–and then down his other thigh, pulling a shaky breath from his lips.

“Look at you, so pathetic. Kneeling in the dirt, cock in hand.” It was condescending and sent a wave of arousal over Isoloses that made his head swim and his hand move even faster. “Even when masturbating while kneeling in the dirt, you have no patience.” Naevys tsked, his eyes narrowing a bit as he smirked and let out a giggle. “Exhibit some semblance of control,” Isoloses let out a choked moan at that, slowing down his movements dramatically as his eyes landed on Naevys’s erection. It was hidden behind the pants he was wearing, and Isoloses couldn’t help but want it in his mouth.

“Doesn’t it feel better when you take your time?” Isoloses nodded his head, sucking in a shaky breath as Naevys ran the tip of the sword’s blade back up his thigh. Each movement was steady and certain, a kind of unwavering confidence that Isoloses had never once managed to have when wielding a blade. Naevys’s eyes followed Isoloses’s hand on his cock, his eyes glazing over a little, and it made Isoloses’s cock throb in his grip. Naevys’s hand felt much better, he… he was always unwaveringly confident in every move he made, his touches deliberate and his skin so soft and pleasurable. Isoloses never knew what the hell was going on, not really in the same way as Naevys.

He liked that Naevys wasn’t afraid to put him on his knees, wasn’t scared to degrade or humiliate him… really, just wasn’t afraid in general. He was a marionette, dancing at the whims of the ones pulling his strings, and since he had his pick, he preferred Naevys to be his marionettist. Naevys being his marionettist meant something more to him, it was different. There was always an unsaid agreement between them that Naevys would never force him to do something he truly wished not to do. He knew if he was to stand up and say enough, Naevys would drop the whole condescending tone and he knew he’d spend the rest of his afternoon being–Naevys’s version of–babied.

Naevys dragged the tip of the sword up along the center of his chest, slowly and deliberately, applying just enough pressure to leave a red line in its wake. Isoloses’s breath caught, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of the blade running over his chest. Even the scrape of it sent shivers of pleasure through him, just the mere idea it might press a little deep into his skin had his cock aching and leaking into his hand. Naevys let out a giggle, bringing the tip of the blade up to push his chin up again.

“A swordsman cannot afford to be hasty, every move of his body must be calculated,” Naevys said calmly, his eyes dark with arousal as they roamed over him. Isoloses couldn’t fight back the whimper, his hips arching up into his hand on instinct. Naevys smirked. “Absolutely no control at all, even when being reminded of it.” Isoloses choked on a gasp when the blade ran down his throat, over his adams apple, then back up to his chin again. Teasing him, he knew.

The pounding of his heart was basically the only thing he could hear for a moment, arousal and adrenaline circulating through his system relentlessly. His breathing was heavy as his hand moved along his erection. Every ounce of his effort was going into staying upright and keeping his hand moving at a slow pace, trying to match Naevys’s pace with the sword somehow. He wasn’t very successful, but he was trying . Naevys smirked down at him.

“You’ve grown so quiet,” The blade tilted his chin back a bit more, forcing him to meet Naevys’s eyes. “Tell me, what are you thinking right now?” It wasn’t a request, it was an order, and Isoloses managed to clear the fog from his brain long enough to string some sort of thought process together into something that wasn’t the arousal-coated nonsense his brain was currently spewing out.

“I-I can’t, I-I’m too close, I can’t think straight,” Isoloses managed to get out between his panted breathing, his cock leaking more and more into his hand under the look on Naevys’s face, though he couldn’t fully decipher it.

“Oh how cute, you’re close? Just from this?” Naevys inquired, making Isoloses choke out a yes, his hand still moving on his length, speeding up just a microscopic bit. “You may only cum when I’ve given you permission, Isoloses.” Isoloses nodded his head quickly, sucking in a deep breath as Naevys pulled the sword away from his neck. “What do you think I’m going to do next, hm? I could make you kneel here in the dirt and lick my shoes if I chose to do so.”

“H-How the hell am I supposed to know?” Isoloses managed to pant, loving the way Naevys’s black eyes seemed to stare straight into him, through him, as if Naevys could see into his brain somehow. It was incredibly arousing, in an admittedly odd way, though Isoloses was sure there was nothing normal about whatever relationship they did have.

“Anticipating your opponents’ next move is important, Isoloses,” Naevys tsked, raising the blade as if he were going to start trailing it over his skin once again. “You have to stay focused on what they might be planning, to the bitterest of ends.” In one swift movement, Naevys tossed the sword to the side and launched himself forward, knocking Isoloses back onto the ground, his legs pinned beneath Naevys’s thighs as Naevys leaned over him, the blade of a knife he’d never even noticed Naevys having pressed to his throat.

“Hands off,” Naevys said, and Isoloses hand jerked away from himself, moving to grip Naevys’s thigh, just needing to touch him, to feel him beneath his skin. His knees ached from how Naevys had him pinned, but even that was just combining with the arousal in his mind and making every inch of his body burn with desire. His cock stood between them, Naevys’s body just about touching him but not quite. He wanted Naevys’s touch, more than anything in the world. He wanted to feel Naevys’s hand wrapping around his length, so soft and warm. Like a warm stream.

“Please,” Isoloses pleaded. Naevys hummed and pressed the blade of his knife to the hollow of his throat, his warm hand circling Isoloses’s erection. Isoloses moaned, his hips instinctively moving to push his cock into Naevys’s hand. “Master,” he gasped as Naevys’s hand started moving around his cock, his pace much more controlled and even than Isoloses’s had been. His grip was firm but gentle, and Isoloses couldn’t help but wonder if that was the same way he was clasping the handle of his sword when he fought.

His touch was methodical and confident, each move calculated and it had waves of pleasure rolling through him. Naevys’s hand sped up and slowed down his grip tightening and releasing, fingertips grazing the underneath of the head of his cock, expertly using his knowledge of Isoloses’s preferences to lead him closer and closer to orgasm with each swipe of his hand. The steady pace kept him on the brink of an orgasm, but the pact prevented it from fucking happening which was as maddening as it was arousing.

He was fully at Naevys’s mercy, and it was thrilling, exhilarating.

Naevys’s hand moved faster, twisting and curling around his cock as it moved up and down, and Isoloses couldn’t help pushing his hips up into Naevys’s hand with each downward motion of it, every inch of his body burning with need. He needed to cum, his mind was hazy and unfocused, and he couldn’t fully focus on anything but the pleasure curling through him. He was so close, right there, all that he really required was permission and he was good to go. Naevys’s cheeks were flushed, his lips parted slightly, and he didn’t wholly miss the feeling of him shifting a bit to rub his cock against Isoloses’s thigh.

He was just too dazed to think beyond his own pleasure to even think about Naevys rubbing off on his thigh through his pants and the blade prevented him from fully seeing Naevys, but once it was brought to his attention, he felt his cock jerk in Naevys’s hand. He couldn’t have gotten closer before, but somehow he had reached a new level of closeness where the need was eating away at him.

“Please, please, c-cum!” Isoloses pleaded, half choked, his hand gripping onto Naevys tighter. “Let me cum, please,” Naevys’s grip around his cock sped up dutifully, his lips beginning to trace along the front of his shoulder softly as his hips movements sped up on his thigh. Something clicked then, in his mind, realizing Naevys was close too. He was pleased with him, and it made warmth spread through him. Isoloses couldn’t help but move his hand down to Naevys’s waist without even needing to look to find it, his fingers dipping beneath the tight waistband of them. They gave just enough for his fingers to be able to reach his hole.

Naevys moaned when Isoloses pressed two fingers inside of his already slick hole, immediately locating his prostate. After four hundred years, he knew Naevys’s body better than he’d ever known anything before it. He’d spent hours upon hours mapping out every spot on his body that made him tremble, listening to every beautiful noise he was capable of making, working out the things that made him shudder and the ones that made his entire body convulse with pleasure. Naevys was his master, which meant it was his duty to cater to his whims and desires in every way, and Isoloses was anything if not devout.

Isoloses’s fingers massaged his prostate, applying pressure and removing it in equal measures. Naevys’s hand released the handle of the blade and it fell onto the ground above Isoloses’s shoulder, ignored and forgotten as Naevys bent over him, pressing his forehead against Isoloses’s chest, his breath catching as he shuddered, his hips pushing back into his hand.

“Cum,” Naevys commanded breathily, and that was all it took for the pact to release him. His orgasm surged through him, vision blurring a bit as he jerked his hips up into Naevys’s hand, his eyes rolling back. He could feel the cum landing on his own abdomen, was sure it had to be on Naevys’s clothes too, but the pleasure was immense enough that it didn’t even occur to him fully. It was intense because it was such a wait, the anticipation and desire building to a point that everything melted away when he finally got it. The pleasure seared through his veins, long after his cock stopped pulsing out line after line of cum.

He slumped back against the ground when Naevys’s hand abandoned his length, his eyes opening to stare up at him. Naevys moved off of his legs, helping him maneuver around to pull them from beneath him. Naevys met his eyes with a soft smirk on his face as he reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace, which had a little glass vial connected to it. He reached back over to where the case of Isoloses’s new sword was laying, and grabbed a cloth out of it, smiling softly.

“Rest your eyes, Iso,” Naevys murmured softly as he kneeled beside him, screwing open the cap of the vial carefully. Isoloses shook his head, licking his lips as he stared up at him through hooded eyes.

“I wanna look at you.” He said way too honestly, perhaps even thoughtlessly, but nothing mattered other than soaking up the attention that Naevys was giving him. Isoloses was as much of an attention whore as he was a masochist–and that was saying something. Only for Naevys’s attention, though, he was the only one who ever mattered in any way. Naevys’s cheeks flooded with color and he tipped the vial of water over, letting the water run down over the cloth in his hand. It was such a small vial, but the water just kept flowing out of it regardless.

“Hm, you get oddly demonstrative after an orgasm.” Naevys mused as he turned the vial back upright and reconnected it to the necklace. Isoloses couldn’t really make sense of what Naevys said, not in any real way. He just blinked up at Naevys as he shifted around and began rubbing the soft, wet cloth along the exposed parts of his skin, cleaning him up carefully. A soft, melodic hum began filling the air around him.

“You’re exquisite,” Isoloses murmured as Naevys tossed the cloth to the side once his chest was cleaned of the cum he’d been covered in. Naevys’s cheeks deepened in color, his black eyes softening a bit. He uncapped the vial once more and quickly flipped it over so that the rim of the little bottle was pressing against his skin. He mumbled something too quietly for Isoloses to make out before he dragged the vial across one of the slashes in his skin.

Unlike healing spells from when he was out on the battlefield, the healing didn’t hurt excruciatingly bad, it wasn’t too much. It tingled and felt almost like electricity was moving through him but in a good way. He wasn’t sure how it worked, but Naevys was… magical. Everywhere he went, magic, beauty, and peace followed. Naevys continued humming quietly, stopping intermittently to murmur something under his breath that caused the water in his necklace to heal his injuries.

Isoloses admittedly ended up zoning out, the humming and the attention combined with Naevys’s touch lulling him into complaisance. All he could focus on was Naevys, and not even the cool air dusting against his skin with each gust of wind could pull him out of his deliciously blank and comfortable state.

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When they returned back from their excursion, Isoloses felt energized. Naevys had ended up curling up in front of him and telling him to take a nap, which resulted in them sleeping away most of the morning laying out beneath the moon and the ultra starry sky. The double moon cycle had Isoloses feeling all kinds of confused about when he was supposed to sleep versus when he wanted to sleep–when it was early morning in Caelestes, it was early evening in Tenebris, and when it was usually the beginning of their evening, it was early morning in Tenebris–early like ‘it’s time to get up’ early. With ‘early morning’ in Caelestes, he meant ‘people were usually still asleep in their beds’ from the night before.

So the times do not add up similarly at all. Day in Caelestes was around sixteen and a half hours, give or take, and the light moon cycle in Tenebris was around thirteen and a half hours long. That’s only the day cycles, however, and doesn’t account for the twelve and a half hours of the night in Caelestes, and the thirteen-and-a-half-hour dark moon cycle of Tenebris. So in total, Caelestes has thirty-hour days if one was to stay up from dawn to dawn, and Tenebris has a mere twenty-six. Close enough in proximity to one another to make it not quite as difficult as it could be, but far enough away to make it quite a hassle.

He was used to twenty to twenty-four hour work days, getting only the barest minimums worth of sleep to be able to keep up with the duties he had back in Caelestes thanks to his father. He was always on the training fields training new fighters in various kinds of combat, on long stakeout missions with either Isandro or someone meant to act as a second to him depending on the situation, or doing the mountains of paperwork that came from being constantly at war with every realm coinciding in the same sphere as them.

Isoloses was someone with few personal interests, but with his list of daily duties having dwindled to nothing, there was no reason he couldn’t learn to do something else. The rest of that evening, he’d tried to get into bat watching, which was as close to ‘bird watching’ as one can get in Tenebris, and it was boring. He’d tried reading, but he’d never had an easy time doing that, so it failed. He’d even written a list of things to do, just for something to do . He was bored. Naevys had sent him on his way after giving him a velveteen baggy full of coins and told him to amuse himself in town for the evening, but to be home by a very specific time.

Isoloses went to the tavern and drank a couple of drinks and played a hand of poker before he checked the clock and headed home. He’d won the game and doubled the coins that Naevys had given him, so he felt pretty accomplished as he made his way back to Naevys’s castle. He took his time, he still had plenty before he had to be back at the castle, but he didn’t want to be late and keep him waiting.

The walk back was really quiet and peaceful, and he was looking forward to getting home to curl into bed with Naevys. He was feeling all kinds of affectionate this evening, the couple of drinks he’d had taken the edge off of his self-consciousness. Isoloses was at the front door when he caught the faint scent of fresh rain, green apples, and Áǝɴꬶẚɴ spice, and Isoloses’s alpha immediately was surging forward.

When he’d first met Naevys, his alpha hadn’t responded to the scent of an omega’s heat in decades. But the first time Naevys’s heat responded to his rut, Isoloses’s alpha had more than made up for its years of ignorance. His alpha had taken one look and caught his scent and everything changed in his mind. It was like some kind of peace settled in, granting him an odd sort of unfamiliar comfort. Isoloses walked quickly through the entryway, following the hallway down to Naevys’s room.

He quietly knocked on Naevys’s bedroom door, his alpha urging him to just open it, but all he could do was wait. His scent was so strong in the hallway outside the door that Isoloses was anxious to see him, his alpha clawing inside of him, trying to escape and willing to break the door down if he had to.

“Iso,” Naevys’s voice came through the door. His scent was stronger now that he was closer to the door.

“Naevys, it’s me. It’s Iso.” Isoloses said, and he heard the sound of the door’s lock clicking. The door pulled open and Naevys launched himself forward into Isoloses’s arms, his face pushing into Isoloses’s neck and settling over his scent gland. Isoloses stumbled back a bit from the impact, but he caught him and slid his arm under Naevys’s ass, his other arm curling around Naevys’s lower back.

“Iso, you took forever and I wanted you home,” Naevys murmured into his skin, nuzzling closer to his neck. Warm, Isoloses thought, he’s very warm. He smelled a lot sweeter than usual, like standing in the kitchen next to a baked apple pie; sugary, sweet, and delicious. Too delicious, too sweet. His nose nuzzled into Naevys’s neck, unable to help himself. He smelled divine, so much so that Isoloses wanted to cuddle up behind him and press kisses on his neck, just behind his ear because he always shivered and moaned beautifully.

“I’m sorry, you told me to leave earlier, remember?” He mumbled, and Naevys pouted a little, shaking his head.

“But I didn’t mean it.” He grumbled into his neck. “I never want you to go away.” Isoloses blinked a couple of times, surprised beyond belief. His immediate worry was that Naevys was drunk or something though he’d been around Naevys when he was drunk and this was not his usual behavior. Not even slightly. He smelled too sweet for it to be his heat, he couldn’t be pregnant unless it was someone else’s–in which case, what could he do? All he could do was just protect him when Naevys called on him, it was his sole purpose.

“I’m sorry I misunderstood.” Isoloses murmured, “What’s going on? Are you okay?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys let out a shaky breath against his neck, leaning back a little to look up at him.

“My chest hurts, it feels like there is a gaping flesh wound inside of my abdomen, and you weren’t here when I wanted you,” Naevys complained, making Isoloses hum, his face going back to nuzzle in Naevys’s neck, admittedly a little drunk off of the scent of him alone. Whatever was amplifying his scent was making it almost irresistible.

“If you’re uncomfortable, perhaps I can do something to help.” He truly didn’t mean for it to come out as implicative as it sounded, but he was not sure what this was, he’d never experienced it with Naevys before. His heats were different, Isoloses knew that, but this was different from even that. Naevys didn’t complain, he had never told Isoloses ‘I didn’t want you to go’–such an admission of desire would be hidden beneath layers of words that Isoloses had to decipher under any normal circumstance.

“Carry me to the nest,” Naevys commanded, poking out his bottom lip a little. Isoloses nodded and moved, walking into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. When he reached Naevys’s nest, his eyes widened a slight bit, shock washing through him. His clothes were thrown all around the center of their bed, and then suddenly things clicked in his brain, but it still made little sense from a logical standpoint. He must be in heat, but he wasn’t like this when he was in full heat.

Is it preheat? Demons’ preheats aren’t affected like this, was this just because Naevys was indulging all of his instincts as opposed… to usual? Were elves preheat that different? Had he just arrived home too early and this was just the hormones talking? Isoloses didn’t know what to do, Naevys had never let him see this part of him, had he been drugged? Was he drunk, and this is why Uysa thinks he’s in love with him? Was Naevys in love with him? Was he in love with Naevys? Was he even capable of feeling love? It was easier to say he felt nothing at all than to delve into the recesses of his mind…

“Iso, pay attention ,” Naevys whined, and Isoloses blinked a couple of times, nodding his head. His alpha seemed to step into place then, and he nuzzled into Naevys’s neck as he kicked off his boots and not so gracefully maneuvered himself into Naevys’s nest. It was too low to the ground, the rim on it just a bit inconvenient when Naevys was squirming around and nuzzling into his neck, not even trying to hold onto him in any way. Naevys let out a whine as Isoloses leaned him back onto his mattress, going to pull away.

“No!” Naevys demanded, yanking him down to where he was pretty sure he was crushing him. Before Isoloses could voice his worry, Naevys pulled off his mask and yanked him down into a kiss, his slim fingers tangling in Isoloses’s longer hair. His lips moved against Isoloses’s fervidly, tugging his hair and sending tingles rippling down the back of his neck. It was passionate, and there was desperation behind it that made Isoloses breathless. Naevys’s teeth nipped at his lip, letting out a quiet moan as he rubbed up against Isoloses’s shirt.

Naevys wanted him to pay attention, and fuck he’s more than paying attention now. His senses were fully in tune with Naevys, his scent was all he could smell. He was fucking enthralled in the way Naevys’s lips parted with soft noises whenever Isoloses’s pulled back for a breath, the way his moans and whimpers flowed so freely, the way his body melted against Isoloses’s. His scent was only growing sweeter by the second, and it was making his cock throb against the bed.

His hands were stuck beneath Naevys, and he could barely think past the feeling of Naevys below him, his thighs trembling a little as they curled around his waist, his hips rocking upwards into his abdomen. He couldn’t help feeling protective with Naevys all over him like this, his instincts screaming at him to comfort him.

When he finally managed to pull back enough from Naevys to separate their lips, Naevys looked up at him, a slightly scandalized look in his glazed eyes. His cheeks were flushed a light pink color, his lips parted slightly and puffy from their kissing, a little pinker than usual as well. His eyes roamed a little lower and he took in the sight of Naevys’s lithe body donning one of his shirts. He’d never seen it before, Naevys wasn’t the type to do something that displayed a need for him–but now that he thought about it, he had left with different clothes than he showed up in a few times over the years and he’d been unable to explain it.

“Iso, where were you?” Naevys grumbled under his breath, pulling him back down, this time so that his face was practically buried in a pillow because Naevys started burying his nose into Isoloses’s scent gland.

“I went to the tavern and played poker,” He admitted, making Naevys huff against his skin. “I’m a little confused honestly, why do you smell so good, and since when do you–” He broke off, his cheeks flushing a little. He wasn’t used to Naevys scenting him so forwardly. Even during his heats, as out of it as he becomes, he still… hid certain things, or at least went out of his way to try to which led to Isoloses never mentioning it.

“I usually handle this part myself,” Naevys groaned after a moment, his cheeks flooding with color, his scent seeming to change a bit. It was microscopic, barely distinguishable but it had Isoloses’s alpha unsettled. He whimpered a little, pressing his face into Isoloses’s scent gland again. “Damn mutt, getting your scent all over everything everywhere in my castle.”

“Preheat?” Isoloses mused, and Naevys huffed and nodded.

“I thought I could speed it up so that when you got home I’d already been in heat and we could skip the embarrassing part,” Naevys grumbled, pulling his face out of his neck and pushing him back. Isoloses let him push him off, even if his Alpha protested it adamantly, letting himself shift back onto his knees on the bed. Naevys flushed and shifted closer to the edge of his nest, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“…You don’t have to do that,” Isoloses said, making Naevys shrug, his glassy eyes roaming over him longingly. Isoloses wanted to reach out and touch him, to assure him in some way that he wouldn’t judge him. Hell, it was probably a lot more common for Isoloses to do something embarrassing, not Naevys.

“You just don’t get it,” Naevys muttered.

“I want to understand.” Isoloses countered, making Naevys huff, and looked up at him with glazed eyes. “How am I supposed to help and protect you if you don’t tell me what’s swirling around that mischievous little head of yours?” Isoloses asked.

“My head is not little.” Naevys grumbled, “I don’t need protection. Or help, so don’t get such an ego on you. I sniffed your neck, I didn’t ask for anything from you.”

“You always get sassy when you’re denying something true,” Isoloses teased. Naevys grabbed one of the pillows and tossed it at him. He caught it and smirked, pointing to it. Naevys giggled, shaking his head a little.

“What a gorgeous idiot.” He groaned, leaning his head onto his knees for a moment before letting his knees drop down to the bed. Naevys had the ability to look like a cute little ray of sunshine even when calling him an idiot. Isoloses chuckled and shifted forward, putting his head in Naevys’s lap, and rolling over so he was looking up at him.

“What a beautiful, sarcastic, bossy…” Isoloses trailed off as Naevys’s fingers raked across his scalp, sending pleasure radiating through him. “What was I saying?” Isoloses mused playfully, pressing his nose to Naevys’s inner thigh. “You smell so good right now,” Isoloses admitted, nuzzling into his thigh more as he peeked up at Naevys through hooded eyes.

“Well, that’s because I’m attracting a mate,” Naevys murmured as if Isoloses actually needed that explained to him, his cheeks heating up.

“A mate? Should I be jealous?” Isoloses teased, and Naevys bristled his cheeks flushing.

“Shut up, you know what I mean,” Isoloses nodded. He definitely knew Naevys was just explaining the biology behind why he smelled good, but Isoloses couldn’t help teasing. He couldn’t help but want to tease him, he was just so adorable, and the softness around him was a little intoxicating. He wasn’t hiding behind the mask he kept so cleverly in place, he was absently petting him as if he couldn’t help it, and his touch was soft, his words unguarded and not holding the same edge as usual.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Isoloses asked, instead of trying to tease him more. He was a little dense, but he wasn’t that dense when it came to Naevys and his mood swings. He knew how Naevys preferred him to act when he behaved certain ways, and Naevys when he was grumpy was… complicated  because it all depended on what the problem was.

“I’m just horny but I don’t feel like having sex,” Naevys said, averting his eyes. “You’d be grumpy too if you had a near-constant erection but didn’t want to do anything about it.” Isoloses couldn’t attest to that, though he’d never had a problem like that before.

“Well, I can get you off without us having sex?” Isoloses offered, unable to help nuzzling into Naevys’s thigh. Naevys sucked in a deep breath, his lips parting a little, his eyes roaming over his face, heavily scrutinizing him as if he didn’t know whether to believe him or not. It made Isoloses nuzzle into his thigh more, his lips pressing against his skin softly. Naevys’s cheeks heated up and he let out a shaky breath.

“When is your rut going to respond to my heat?” Naevys ventured, making Isoloses shrug.

“It’s not time for mine yet,” He admitted, “Mine’ll be in probably a couple of weeks.” Naevys let out a groan, his head falling back a bit.

“Why is mine so early then?” Naevys whined. “This is your fault,” He said, glaring down at him. “Your scents all over everything in my house, my bed reeks of brandy and lightning and you know I didn’t even realize that lightning had a scent until I smelled your ass.” He complained, leaning over him a bit more.

“Hm, so you’re saying you don’t like it, then?” Isoloses asked, raising an eyebrow. Naevys huffed and shot him a look.

“I never said that did I?” Naevys said petulantly, making Isoloses shrug. “Will you just be nice?” He whined.

“I’ll do anything you tell me to, as usual,” Isoloses murmured softly. “You’re just so adorable right now,” Isoloses admitted.

“I’m not adorable. I’m fucking terrifying.” He grumbled, pushing his shoulder lightly. “Hush, don’t be sweet when I’m trying to contain myself from rubbing all over you.” Isoloses smiled and looked up at Naevys.

“Why contain it? It’s not like I’m going to judge you. Rub all over me, I don’t care.” Isoloses shrugged a bit, looking up at him happily. “I want you to be happy. If that means you rubbing off on me, what do I care.” Naevys looked down at him and hummed.

“So… you don’t mind if I’m weird?” Naevys mused.

“Do I ever?” Naevys huffed at Isoloses, crossing his arms.

“Then take off your clothes and lay down,” Naevys demanded, making Isoloses move immediately, tugging his shirt up as he shifted away from Naevys. He tossed his shirt over onto the floor before his hands went down to work on the button of his pants, pushing them down his legs, his boxers in tow. Naevys had said he didn’t feel like having sex, but he also said to take off his clothes, so he was torn on which was wiser, but he had cuddled naked with Naevys before so it wasn’t something strange or unheard of for them to do it.

He laid down on the mattress beside where Naevys was sitting. Naevys tugged Isoloses’s shirt over his head, keeping it inside of the nest instead of the same reckless way Isoloses had discarded his own shirt. Naevys shifted a little to place the shirt along the edge of the mattress where it met the woven nest, before turning back and laying down beside him, pressing his bare skin against Isoloses’s.

The way Naevys pressed his body against Isoloses made Isoloses feel a little breathless. Naevys melted against him, his face pressing into Isoloses’s scent glands, his thin arms curling around Isoloses’s neck as he pressed ever closer. Isoloses’s hands moved, unceremoniously nervous for some reason, as he carefully traced his hand up Naevys’s spine, feeling the bumps of it beneath his fingertips. Naevys let out a shaky breath, his fingernails digging into Isoloses’s shoulders.

“Your scent is driving me insane,” Naevys whispered into his throat, his nose nuzzling into it. “You feel so strong, your muscles are so sexy, fuck I just want to…” He trailed off as he ran his nose along Isoloses’s collarbone, his lips trailing along it a second after. Isoloses’s breath caught in his throat as Naevys’s lips moved down the center of his sternum.

“Naevys what are you…” Naevys pulled away from his skin to shoot him a look.

“I’m doing what I want,” Naevys said, making Isoloses fall silent as his lips began trailing up to his neck, along the column of his throat, and along his adam’s apple. He let out a quiet groan as Naevys’s lips and teeth latched onto his scent gland, sucking on it roughly, before biting down into Isoloses’s skin just as roughly. Isoloses moaned louder, his head falling back onto the bed as he looked up at the ceiling, feeling Naevys suck harder on his neck before he pulled back and ran his nose over it, letting out a little moan.

“Fuck just touch me, Isoloses,” Naevys growled into his skin, his lips brushing against Isoloses’s neck, which felt decidedly achy. He definitely left a mark, but perhaps that was his intention. Isoloses let out a quiet groan and nodded his head, letting his hands roam over Naevys’s back, letting his fingertips run over his shoulders and down his sides. Naevys let out a relieved moan, his face pressing into Isoloses’s scent gland again.

“More, all over, everywhere,” He pleaded, making Isoloses nod his head and roam his hands down to his ass. His hands gripped into it, kneading it as he pressed his lips against Naevys’s head. Naevys moaned breathlessly. “Kiss me more, lay on top of me while you do it. Feeling your weight on me is very pleasing…” He trailed off, tugging Isoloses over so that he was hovering on top of him once again. Naevys tugged him back down, capturing his lips in a kiss. As Isoloses’s hands gripped into his hips, Naevys let out a whimper.

“More, give me more.” Naevys moaned as Isoloses pulled back to breathe for a moment. He smiled a little and leaned back down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Naevys let out a noise of satisfaction as their tongues danced and tangled, his scent sweetening, growing richer as he melted back onto the mattress. He smelled so fucking amazing that it had Isoloses’s mind swimming and he could hardly think .

With Naevys’s heat so close, it seemed like he’d given up entirely on maintaining an appearance of cold calculation. He just let out quiet, muffled moans into his mouth and tipped his head so that Isoloses could reach his mouth better. Isoloses swore he could’ve stayed forever like that, scent drunk and pulling sweet, beautiful noises from Naevys’s plump lips.

Isoloses pulled his lips away, quickly beginning to trail kisses across his cheek, down to his neck. Naevys shuddered as Isoloses licked up his pale throat, tossing his head back with a high-pitched moan. If Isoloses was entranced before, he had no idea what to call himself now. Naevys’s hands began moving, scratching and pulling him closer. Every brush of their bodies brought a moan, a gasp, a breathy whine out of Naevys’s mouth, and fuck. Isoloses couldn’t touch Naevys enough, he’s addicted.

All his alpha wanted was to devour Naevys and protect him, claim him. Mate him. It was wrong, he didn’t deserve that, not with Naevys especially, and he couldn’t –but he wanted Naevys forever.

Isoloses trailed his lips down over Naevys’s collarbone, to his straining, preheat reddened nipple. Isoloses immediately let his tongue swirl around the hardened bud before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Every lave of his tongue against it pulled a moan or whine from Naevys’s mouth, but when his teeth nipped at it, Naevys pushed his hips forward into his abdomen, letting out a moan.

“Y-Yes, there, again, Iso–” Naevys broke off with a moan and tossed his head back, his lips parting a bit. Isoloses sucked and nibbled on it, before switching to the other. His fingers went up to pinch and tug at the nipple he’d just left behind, pulling a moan from Naevys’s mouth as he writhed around below him. Isoloses was so hard he was aching, his cock pressing against the mattress. It pleaded for attention, but Isoloses truly couldn’t focus on it.

Naevys was all he could focus on, his scent was intoxicating, and the happier he grew the more his scent was making Isoloses’s head swim. Isoloses’s alpha was practically drooling already, and the sweeter his scent got, the more his alpha was liking it. Naevys seemed somewhat put together at the moment, appeased with the attention and perhaps the pleasure, but with Isoloses’s head full of the sweet scent of Naevys’s oncoming heat it didn’t appease his alpha. He wanted Naevys to be just as crazed as him, wanted Naevys to tangle his fingers in his hair and hold him where he wanted him.

“Ah, fuck,” Naevys moaned, his fingers tightening their grip as he led Isoloses’s head back and quickly urged it over to the other nipple once again. Isoloses didn’t hesitate before his mouth latched back onto it, his tongue rubbing against the tip of it. Naevys shuddered, grinding up into his abdomen once again as his fingers pulled at his hair. All Isoloses’s alpha wanted to do is to fuck him, to knot him, his overwhelming urge was to coddle and coo at him, but all Isoloses wanted to do is hold him close until the tension fled from his body.

“Ah, ah, next–the other one,” Naevys demanded breathily, his hand pushing Isoloses’s head back over to his other nipple again. Isoloses reached his hand back up, running his thumb over his swollen, spit-dampened nipple. “Suck harder, bite me,” Naevys broke off with a moan as Isoloses sank his teeth down into the skin surrounding his nipple roughly. Naevys spasmed beneath him, his eyes rolling back as he pushed his chest up into Isoloses’s mouth.

“I-It’s not enough, I’m so close but it’s not enough,” Naevys moaned breathlessly, his tone taking on a whiney, discontent tone as he squirmed and pressed his erection more firmly against Isoloses’s chest.

“Tell me how to get you there, what do you need from me?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys let out a moan and pushed at him. He let Naevys’s hand push him away, his breath catching in his throat for a moment as he watched Naevys shift around a bit, his pale chest flushed a delicious pink color from his temperature. His cock was laying against his lower abdomen, leaking precum all over it as he pulled his legs up so that his heels were pressing into the bed on either side of Isoloses’s legs.

“Finger me,” Naevys demanded, “I feel so achingly empty, I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to lose my mind. It’s all because your dick is too fucking big, so take accountability for your actions.” It was petulant and sassy, but there was an underlying edge to it that gave away his need and desperation. Isoloses let his hands smooth down the insides of Naevys’s thighs, pulling a moan from his lips as they parted more, making room for him to get closer.

Isoloses glanced down at Naevys’s hole as he ran his finger over it, pulling a moan of pleasure from Naevys’s lips. His hole was puffy and pink, twitching just the slightest under his fingertip and it made Isoloses cock jerk in excitement.

“You’re swollen,” Naevys shook his head, his cheeks heating up more as he looked up at Isoloses, his eyes unwavering despite the clear embarrassment he was feeling.

“It’s the preheat,” Naevys defended, “The swelling serves to increase my sensitivity and s-s–” Isoloses didn’t really care as long as he wasn’t hurting him, so he pushed his finger against the rim of his hole, cutting Naevys off mid-sentence as he fumbled his words, a moan falling out of his mouth. Fuck, he was soaking wet, so wet that when Isoloses pushed his finger inside of him his slick leaked down around his finger. The sweet, sugary scent wrapped around Isoloses like a blanket, permeating the air and leaving no room for anything other than lust and his eternal need to please Naevys.

“You smell so good, I can’t fucking think .” Isoloses managed to get out, and Naevys moaned in response, shaking his head as Isoloses pressed his finger into him deeper and curled it, applying pressure onto his prostate. Naevys moaned and jolted, his hand coming up to tangle into Isoloses’s hair again.

“Don’t think, just don’t stop,” Naevys responded after a moment, his eyes parting to look up at him. Isoloses nodded his head, nuzzling into Naevys’s thigh.

“I’m not going to stop,” Isoloses promised, pressing a kiss to Naevys’s thigh. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied, and I’ve given you everything you want.” He was desperate to please Naevys and wanted to prove that even when Naevys wasn’t himself, he could rely on him. He wanted Naevys to know that he would take care of his every need regardless of what was going on around them. Naevys was his safety, he wanted to be the same for Naevys.

“Fuck, another finger, Iso,” Naevys demanded. Isoloses nodded against his thigh and worked a second finger inside of him, taking his time. For once, Naevys didn’t try to speed him up, and instead just let him work them both deeper inside of him at his own pace. Naevys whimpered and let out a trilling noise, his head falling back as he shuddered and parted his legs more. Isoloses curled his fingers up, expertly locating his prostate, and applied pressure to it. Naevys jolted again, his lips parting on a loud cry of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, that feels incredible,” Naevys moaned, his fingers tightening in Isoloses’s hair, tugging him up towards his chest. “Both, multitask,” Naevys whimpered, his tone pleading and desperate despite the amount of effort put into making it sound normal. Isoloses immediately swirled his tongue around his nipple as he worked his fingers in and out of Naevys’s hole, massaging his prostate insistently.

Naevys cried out, his hole clamping down around Isoloses’s fingers, his hips pushing down into his hand. Isoloses was breathless as he moved his tongue against Naevys’s nipple, taking his time to slowly begin pressing another finger inside of him. It didn’t matter that his cock was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, or that all he could think about was how tight and wet Naevys was, and how damn amazing it’d feel to have his length buried inside of him. He pushed that aside because he–he had to focus on making Naevys feel good.

Naevys let out a moan, his fingernails digging into the back of Isoloses’s head as his back arched up when Isoloses bit down on his nipple and worked a third finger inside of him, spreading them apart. Naevys shuddered, his legs curled around his waist, pulling Isoloses closer and impeding the pace and movement of his hand. Isoloses just worked around it to the best of his abilities and based on the way Naevys moaned and rocked himself back he wasn’t failing. So that was at least something he could pat himself on the back about later because fuck he was lost.

He was lost because the scent of Naevys was completely eating at his senses. He had no idea what his brain was doing, his wager would be probably putting every ounce of available processing power to contain his alpha and his lust. His scent was so good, too good to resist and it’d always been that way for him. He was completely, maddeningly, totally, and fully addicted. He didn’t need alcohol to get drunk, not when he had Naevys who even tasted better than alcohol.

“Master you’re so beautiful,” Isoloses murmured into his skin. Naevys looked down at him and smiled in a distinctly uncharacteristic way, so bright and happy and warm and solely focused on him. Naevys started trilling and nuzzling into his head, pressing his lips against Isoloses’s forehead, rocking his hips down desperately into Isoloses’s hand.

“Saint Riamna,” Naevys moaned out, his back arching as his hole tightened and twitched around his fingers, his thighs trembling where they clasped around his waist. “I-I’m cumming,” Naevys moaned, his head falling back against the bed as he shuddered and clung onto Isoloses. Naevys seemed to be momentarily blissed out and floating before his eyes pulled open and he looked over his face.

“Do you feel better?” Isoloses questioned quietly as he tugged his fingers out of Naevys’s hole. Naevys nodded his head, smiling down at him and running his fingers through Isoloses’s hair, letting out a happy trilling noise.

“Do you need help with…” Naevys shifted down a little, pressing his balls against Isoloses’s cock. “I don’t mind. You can use my thighs if you want.”

“It’s okay,” Isoloses murmured, leaning up to nuzzle into Naevys’s neck, pressing a kiss there. “I’ll be okay till your heat hits. Don’t worry about me.” Isoloses said, making Naevys’s eyes widen a little. “I’ll be here when you wake up, so get some rest. You look exhausted.”

Naevys pushed Isoloses’s cheek down onto his chest, one hand still tangled in his hair, while the other started stroking down the back of Isoloses’s neck, to the top of his spine, and then back up again. His nails scraped lightly against his skin in a comforting way, his nose nuzzling into Isoloses’s hair. Isoloses let out a quiet hum and sighed softly, his eyes slipping shut, surrounded by Naevys’s comforting scent. All Isoloses wanted at the moment was just to stay on Naevys’s chest, letting him pet and coddle him.

He knew he was supposed to be the one petting and cuddling Naevys, but he was weak to Naevys’s affection and attention. Like this, everything was just… comfortable. He wanted to sink into Naevys’s warmth and melt on top of him, like butter. Naevys’s trilling was comforting, it was having the same effect on his alpha that an omega purring was supposed to have–making him soft and yielding.

It was lulling him to sleep, and he was powerless to stop it. But, by the look of Naevys, he was falling asleep as well.

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Isoloses woke up about three hours later, sweating bullets. He was so hot, too hot, and his mind felt fuzzy and disoriented. Naevys was shifting around beneath him like he was trying to wiggle away, and in a moment of disjointed confusion, Isoloses found himself rolling over off of him and moving. Naevys squirmed a bit beside him, but Isoloses found himself leaning against the edge of the nest, his mind swimming. The distance between them felt so much farther than it was, and he wasn’t sure why.

The first thing Isoloses managed to notice was Naevys’s scent, it was the first thing his muddled brain managed to tune in to. His scent had deepened and turned spicy, just the slightest bit. It smelled way too good, way too sweet, and Isoloses immediately wanted to devour him. The second thing he noticed was that he could hardly think. His cock had been painfully hard when he’d fallen asleep and it’d either stayed that way the entire time and he was about to experience his cock falling off, or he had woken up unbearably horny. He was unbearably horny. The last thing that he noticed was his alpha, struggling to overpower him.

Was he in a rut? But he wasn’t meant to start yet, he hadn’t felt… pre-rut-ty either. He didn’t have the same kind of pre-event that Naevys seemed to have, but the week before his rut he usually just felt drowsy, on a constant basis. It wasn’t normal, he didn’t think, but it was normal for him. This was different, he felt confused and disgruntled.

Naevys began shifting uncomfortably beside him on the mattress, his eyes fluttering a bit as his hand reached out and ran along the mattress beside him. After a moment, Naevys shifted again, his hand reaching out farther on the bed with a whine as his scent began smelling a little sour, like a crab apple. Isoloses’s head turned to face him, his eyes roaming over him worriedly. He was too foggy to get what was laid out in front of him, and Naevys let out an unhappy noise, shaking his head as his eyes fluttered open for a moment.

“Iso,” Naevys whimpered, and his alpha seemed to snap out of the daze he was in as the confusion cleared. Isoloses moved, curling up behind Naevys and wrapping his arms around his waist, tugging him back towards his chest.  He carefully placed one of his arms around Naevys’s waist in an attempt not to wake him and pressed his nose against the back of Naevys’s head. This close to him, all he could smell was apples, which were sweetening with each moment he stayed close to him. 

Isoloses nuzzled closer to Naevys, his hard cock ended up nestled between Naevys’s ass cheeks, and it had his cock pulsing in its need to sink inside of him. Isoloses tried to push the thought away, but the desire was burning under his skin and Naevys’s hole was leaking slick. He fought it, but he still found himself rolling his hips forward just the slightest. Naevys moaned and shifted, his body melting back against his chest as he pushed his legs back a little, fitting them in front of Isoloses. Isoloses couldn’t help but roll his hips forward again, his nose pushing at the back of Naevys’s head. 

Isoloses practically jumped out of his skin when he felt fingers curl around his wrist, a caught expression on his face. Naevys let out a moan and turned his head, peeking up at him over his shoulder.

“What are the rules, Alpha ,” Naevys asked, his voice strained as he subtly rocked his hips, letting slick leak down onto his cock. Isoloses shuddered, and the addition of ‘alpha’ in the question hit him right in the balls. His teeth bit down into Naevys shoulder as his hips pushed up, for a moment all he could think about was pushing himself inside of Naevys and losing himself in his body. It was so easy, so so easy because he just smelled so good and felt so good and–he shook his head, managing to push back the haze filling his head and gain clarity. He’d been asked a question. He’d been asked a question. Just, he couldn’t remember it anymore.

“I-I zoned out,” Isoloses admitted, albeit a bit ashamed as he did so. Naevys let out a giggle, his eyes fluttering shut as a sleepy smile stretched across his face.

“No matter the weather, I know you’ll always be lost in thought,” Naevys sighed, squeezing his thighs together. That made Isoloses’s cock jump between them, grabbing his attention and keeping it effectively. Isoloses flushed a little, nuzzling into his neck. Naevys giggled again, his head tilting so that Isoloses had more room to nuzzle into his neck. For a minute or two, it’s just that. Isoloses cuddled up to Naevys’s back, silently apologizing for zoning out on him. He knew it probably wasn’t necessary, but Naevys had never turned down him giving him attention when in heat. 

“What are the rules, Isoloses?” Naevys ventured again, making Isoloses’s let out a quiet hum.

“Rule number one is it’s not all about my pleasure,” Isoloses murmured, “I have to make you feel good too.” Naevys nodded his head. “If you’re not leaking slick everywhere when I’m trying to fuck you, I’m not doing good enough and that leads to two…” Naevys hummed this time, rocking a bit as he looked up over his shoulder with arousal-glazed eyes. “Rule two, you orgasm more than me. Always. It helps your heat waves stay away longer.” Isoloses gasped softly as Naevys started slowly grinding his hole along his length, his mind completely blank.

“You’re gonna be my good alpha and take care of me, right?” Naevys murmured. Isoloses nodded his head thoughtlessly and nuzzled into his neck. “Gonna fuck me with that massive cock of yours and knot me? Gonna make me feel really good?” Naevys was probably just teasing him, his heat was not the same as a demon’s heat. He wasn’t submissive like a demon omega, though his heat did make him significantly softer in many ways, he made a conscious choice to submit when he was in heat.

“I will, I promise, I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll make you cum and cum until you can’t anymore, and then I’ll hold you and pet you and tell you how good you were for me,” Isoloses murmured into his ear, his words speeding up towards the end as he felt more slick rubbing against his cock, way more. It made his head swim and the scent in the room was only muddling his thoughts more, and he couldn’t help but reach out and grip Naevys’s hip desperately.

“Go on, then, take what you want. You earned it, Alpha. Show me what you’re made of, fuck me like you mean it,” Naevys said, looking back over his shoulder. 

Isoloses let out a shaky groan as Naevys shifted, his slick hole rubbing against the base of his cock, teasing him with his wetness before he pulled away and rolled to face him. His face was flushed, his eyes clouded and hazed with his arousal, and his chest was flushed and rising and falling rapidly. He looked significantly more wild and untamed, slightly feral and it betrayed the slightly composed tone he was managing to hold. He looked ready to pounce, so the fact that he was letting Isoloses take the lead was something special.

Isoloses just didn’t know what.

Isoloses couldn’t really think about it either, because the arousal burning in his own veins was making his entire body ache with the need to be buried inside of Naevys. Without even thinking about it, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Naevys’s, wrapping his arm around his back and pulling him closer. Naevys moaned into the kiss, his fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair. Isoloses used his grip to roll them, resting his weight on his knees as he pushed Naevys’s thighs apart, never once breaking the kiss.

Naevys looked up at him, his cock resting down against his abdomen, leaking out precum into a tiny little puddle. Isoloses slipped his tongue into Naevys’s mouth, swallowing down the moan that Naevys let out in response. Naevys tasted like something sweet, and sugary, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away and break the kiss. 

“Alpha,” Naevys moaned into his mouth, his fingers tugging at Isoloses’s hair as he arched up off of the mattress, desperately trying to rub himself against Isoloses, pulling back just the slightest bit. “I’m soaked enough, you don’t have to do foreplay, please,” Naevys’s voice took on a slightly more desperate tone, a shudder running through him as Isoloses immediately sank down on top of him, the head of his cock pressing against the rim of Naevys’s hole. Naevys let out a low, pleading whine, urging him on silently.

Isoloses slowly worked the head of his cock inside Naevys’s hole, watching almost entranced as Naevys’s eyes grew more and more desire filled and hazed as he pushed his way inside of him. His hole is warm and wet, so yielding, wrapping around him so tightly it made a shudder run through him. All he could think about was the scent of Naevys’s pheromones, it had his entire body buzzing. It was sweet and sugary, signifying his happiness, and it made everything just melt .

Isoloses was moving off instinct alone, his hands going to grip Naevys’s hips, thumbs rubbing in circles against the sharp jut of his hip bones as he worked himself deeper inside of Naevys. Naevys shuddered beneath him, his lips parting and his eyes growing more and more sparkly as he pressed in deeper. It was agony, not even the slightest bit as easy as it should’ve been because every fiber of his being was telling him to sink into him to the hilt.

By the time he was finally buried inside of Naevys all the way, his entire body was trembling and his eyes which had been wide were shut. Breathless whimpers fell out of his lips, which were drawn into a pleased smile. He looked blissed and he’d not even moved yet, sending pride coiling through him. Naevys’s held onto him tightly, one hand curled into his hair and the other moved to rub at his back as he ran it up and down his back.

Isoloses started rocking his hips in gentle, shallow thrusts, slowly working the pace up. Naevys didn’t complain about the pace like he usually would, instead, he just let himself sink back against the mattress and hooked a leg over Isoloses’s hip, and offered him a sated smile. He started slowly, his eyes running over Naevys’s face intently with each movement of his hips. As he sped up, Naevys fell completely pliant beneath him, his head tipping back against the pillows he was resting against. Isoloses couldn’t resist the urge to tip his head forward and mouth at his throat.

Naevys’s scent sweetened even more, somehow, warm and happy. It was intoxicating and Isoloses was unable to help burying his face in closer to his neck, his teeth biting down into Naevys’s neck. He let out a whimper, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he urged him closer still. 

Naevys’s moans and whimpers grew steadily louder as his hole clenched around Isoloses’s length with each outward moment as if he just couldn’t stand letting his cock go and it made Isoloses’s head swim. Isoloses was clinging onto his sanity with the kind of effort that he usually put into a fight, but he was beginning to lose himself in the haze of pleasure. Naevys wasn’t helping, not with how he was clenching around his length and whining, burying his face in Isoloses’s neck. With every little noise that was muffled into his neck, he felt a little higher.

When he completely lost himself to the pleasure, he pulled out almost all the way and thrust back into Naevys. Naevys cried out, his back arching off the mattress as his nails bit down into Isoloses’s shoulders. Isoloses’s hips immediately started moving harder and faster, his pace falling slightly unhinged. Naevys spasmed in his arms, nearly sobbing as he rocked his hips back to meet his thrusts halfway, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. 

“Fuck, fuck I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh,” Naevys cried out, his fingernails digging into Isoloses’s skin. Isoloses bent over him, lowering his head to press his face into Naevys’s neck, his movements speeding up. Wordless moans and pleas began falling out of Naevys’s mouth as Isoloses pushed his cock into him, harder, deeper, faster– he had to be as close to Naevys, as deep as possible. He needed him, needed to be under his skin and in his head.

There couldn’t be any distance between them because he just couldn’t allow it anymore.

“Alpha,” Naevys purred into his skin, and Isoloses moaned. He was practically intoxicated by Naevys’s scent, the scent of Naevys’s heat completely permeating every square inch of Isoloses’s subconscious. All that he could think of was happy omega and breed him, it was the perfect combination of thoughts at the moment. His alpha was content, and he felt so good.

He couldn’t fight the urge to lick and bite and suck at Naevys’s neck, unable to help himself as he ran his hands down to grip Naevys’s thighs, pushing them closer to his chest. Naevys jolted them, his eyes rolling back as he let out a moan, his back arching as he tried to rub himself against Isoloses’s chest. Isoloses lowered himself between Naevys’s legs so that their chests were about touching so that Naevys could rub to his heart’s content.

Naevys let out a strained cry that came out as a whiny moan, a sound Isoloses was sure he’d never heard before leaving Naevys’s lips, his hips pushing up into Isoloses’s chest as he trembled and convulsed. He felt cum pulsing out against his chest, Naevys’s teeth sinking down into Isoloses’s scent gland as his hole clenched and tightened around his length. Isoloses sank his teeth down into Naevys’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave the imprint of his teeth behind.

Isoloses’s blood was molten fire as his hips rocked into Naevys unceasingly, every inch of his body aching to be closer and closer to Naevys. He wanted Naevys so much it made his head swim, he’s completely uninhibited with lust and desire, and his alpha was telling him to take Naevys and make him his. All he wanted was Naevys moaning as he fucked him, his scent permeating the air, his legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned Naevys to the bed and fucked him until he screamed out his name.

He wanted Naevys, all of him, forever. Until the taste of him is unforgettable, and until the warmth and comfort, Naevys provided melted into him and consumed him.

“Alpha, cum for me, fill me up, knot me, please,” Naevys murmured into his ear, breathless and pleading. “I need it, I need you,” The words hit Isoloses’s brain and everything fizzled for a moment as he felt his knot swelling, and he quickly pushed himself as deep inside of Naevys as he could get. Naevys let out a loud, breathless cry as he jolted beneath him, a blitzed expression on his face.

“I’m going to knot you, going to make you feel so good you can’t take it anymore,” Isoloses growled into his neck, biting down into it roughly. Naevys moaned, his thighs circling his waist and squeezing tightly as he arched up into Isoloses’s chest.

“I’m gonna cum on your knot, fuck, fuck I-I need–” Naevys broke off with a whine as his hips pushed down to meet Isoloses’s. “Pump me full of cum, I need you, need–” Naevys broke off again as Isoloses’s knot caught on the rim of his hole, his hand tugging at Isoloses’s hair roughly and holding him closer as his knot filled out and settled into place.

“G-Good Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, “ Naevys sounded mindless as he rambled, his hole tightening and clenching around the base of his knot as Isoloses’s orgasm hit him. Isoloses moaned, sinking his teeth down into Naevys’s throat as he came. The world whited around him, only the feeling of Naevys’s hole clenching around the base of his cock registering for a moment. Everything was too good, too perfect.

As Isoloses faded back into consciousness, he became aware of Naevys’s trilling and his petting. It seemed completely instinctual, one of his hands running along Isoloses’s back while the other cradled the back of his head gently. His eyes were shut and his face was relaxed. Isoloses loved the blissful way that Naevys’s face was relaxed and how happy his scent smelled. 

Isoloses nuzzled into Naevys’s neck, pressing a kiss to it. Naevys moaned and shuddered his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before they slipped closed again, his trilling picking back up as he melted back into the bed. Isoloses let out a pleased hum, letting his eyes flutter shut. He couldn’t be bothered to even wake up enough to think about anything at the present moment, he’d have to wait until his knot went down anyway to do anything .

This was too tempting to resist, especially with the happy omega pheromones Naevys was radiating as he relaxed in his arms, and the trilling that Naevys wasn’t even trying to disguise. Isoloses was certain there was nothing more pressing than holding Naevys like this, nothing, in all of the twenty-seven realms that could compare.

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When Isoloses woke up, he did so with swiftness , because he woke up to the feeling of Naevys’s tongue licking at the head of his dick. He was hard as a rock, his cock throbbing in Naevys’s soft hand. He probably would’ve been leaking, but  Naevys wasn’t letting that happen. Instead, his tongue just kept moving along his slit whenever the slightest bit of precum beaded at his tip. The glazed look in Naevys’s eyes told him that Naevys was more than just a little heat-stricken at the moment, and the flush of his cheeks and the glassy look in his black eyes made Isoloses’s cock jump in Naevys’s hand.

Naevys started, his cheeks heating up a bit as he peeked up Isoloses, his pouty lips parted slightly. As much as he presented the image of innocence and shyness at the moment, Isoloses knew better. There was a certain smugness in his eyes that he couldn’t disguise that told Isoloses he knew exactly what he was doing. His intention was definitely to wake him up for sex, without disturbing him abruptly.

“Mmm, good morning, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses murmured, reaching down to curl his fingers into Naevys’s hair. Naevys let his jaw drop and his tongue slips out at the touch, a shudder coursing through him. “You want to suck me off, huh? I’m too big to thrust into your mouth like you do mine,” Isoloses teased, tugging him up by his hair. Naevys let him, eagerly moving to straddle his waist.

Isoloses let out a hiss as his cock slid between Naevys’s slick ass cheeks, his hole already covering him in slick. He could’ve complained because they’d only just showered what seemed like only an hour before, but that had been between the waves of Naevys’s heat and his rut, and all that Isoloses could think about was how pretty he looked sitting on his chest. Isoloses leaned up and used his grip to tilt Naevys’s head back, clasping his spit-dampened lips in a kiss.

Naevys moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping down into his shoulders, rocking his hips back against his cock, spreading more slick over his erection. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath and gripped down onto Naevys’s hip, making Naevys’s movements stall. Instead, he took to pushing his tongue into Isoloses’s mouth, whimpering pleadingly.

Isoloses didn’t need words to know what he wanted, he wasn’t brilliant or anything, but he didn’t have to be to figure it out. It made his cock pulse against Naevys’s ass, pulling a moan from Naevys. He swallowed it down and slid his fingers along the curve of Naevys’s ass, his fingers poking at Naevys’s hole. Naevys jolted away from his mouth, a wail pushing out of his mouth as he pushed his ass back into Isoloses’s fingertips. 

“Alpha, please,” Naevys pleaded, his voice so sweet and melodic that it was almost impossible to keep from falling into it easily. It made Isoloses’s skin buzz with energy, and having Naevys plead with him for something made his Alpha feel smug satisfaction, pride coursing through him with desire and lust. “Isooo,” Naevys whined, poking his bottom lip out.

“If you want it so bad, ride it, then,” Isoloses responded, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. Naevys whimpered just from the contact, his eyes hazing over as his breath stuttered a bit. He halfway expected Naevys to sass him back, even when submissive he could be quite the spitfire. Instead, Naevys leaned up and pressed his lips against Isoloses’s as he rose up, one of his pale hands reaching behind him to wrap around the base of Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses groaned as he felt Naevys guide the head of it to his hole. 

“Alpha, you’re so mean,” Naevys whined as he shifted back, letting out a pleased keen when Isoloses’ hands fell down to his thighs and started kneading them with his fingers. His attempt was to be gentle, but the rougher he got with Naevys, the sweeter and more arousing his scent became.

“Yeah? Wanna cry about it, or do you want my dick in you?” Isoloses tsked, knowing Naevys well enough to know that if he wanted to actually make him stop, he’d just put him in his place. No one was better at it than Naevys, and even when he was in heat his words held the same weight to Isoloses. 

“Fuck,” Naevys moaned in response, lowering himself down slowly, taking the head of Isoloses’s cock into his hole. Isoloses groaned softly, his hands moving to grip onto Naevys’s hips in an attempt to help him stay steady, letting Naevys continue lowering himself down until his tight rim was wrapped around the base of Isoloses’s cock. Naevys immediately let out a moan, his head falling back before he dropped it forwards and rested it on Isoloses’s shoulder.  

“Hm, that shut your pretty little mouth didn’t it?” Isoloses teased, guiding Naevys’s hips up a little. Naevys moaned, pressing his face into Isoloses’s scent gland. As Isoloses let his hips fall back down, Naevys jolted, a breathy cry falling off of his lips as trembles ran through his body. Isoloses groaned when Naevys clenched around his length, his hips pushing up into Naevys’s ass as he pushed himself deeper inside of him. Naevys shuddered, a gaspy moan falling out of his lips, his eyes rolling back.

Isoloses ran one of his hands up over Naevys’s hip and along his side, trailing it up to the nipple it was closest to, before trailing his thumb across it. Naevys moaned, his teeth sinking down into Isoloses’s shoulder as he started rocking his hips desperately. Pretty moans and pleas fell from his lips as he moved, his grip iron-tight around Isoloses’s shoulders. Isoloses rolled his hips up, prompting Naevys to cry out and scrape at his shoulders, desperation clear in his scent.

“Feels so good, feels really good,” Naevys’s words cut off into a needy whine as he ground himself down the length of Isoloses’s cock. Naevys’s teeth sank down into another spot on him, this time closer to his neck and scent gland. Isoloses groaned, his eyes rolling back as he jerked his hips up, using his grip on Naevys’s hips to leverage his weight into the upward thrust. Naevys let out a wail, spasming as his nails turned to knives as they clawed into Isoloses’s back, his eyes rolling back.

“C-Cumming, I’m cumming, Alpha,” Naevys moaned, his teeth sinking down into Isoloses’s scent gland as cum covered Isoloses’s chest. After a moment or two, Naevys’s head lulled back and he looked up at Isoloses, letting out a whine, squirming around in his lap.

“Look at you, so cute, aren’t you?” Isoloses managed to hold his tone steady, even as the pleasure swirled through him and made his entire brain feel like it’d been dipped in an anesthetic. Naevys’s eyes sparkled under the compliment, his lips parting a bit as he nodded his head. And then he started rocking his hips again, raising just a bit in the forward and sinking back down on the backward movements. Each movement of his hips pulled a moan or a whimper from his lips, his eyes widened and watery as he looked up at him breathlessly, his cheeks heating up.

It felt so good, feeling Naevys ride him was a familiar sort of pleasure, but it was heightened indefinitely by the combination of Naevys’s pheromones and Isoloses’s responding rut. He could feel every slight spasm Naevys’s body made, he was so warm and so wet that it made his head swim. Naevys’s scent was sweet and spicy and swirling around him with intensity, keeping his mind perfectly centered on Naevys. 

He was certain that no one smelled as intoxicating as Naevys.

Isoloses rested himself back against the pillows, letting Naevys control the pace as his hands moved to rest on Naevys’s thighs. Naevys moaned breathlessly as he leaned back a bit, resting his hands on Isoloses’s legs, rocking his hips even more desperately with the new angle. Naevys’s lust-clouded eyes met his and he let out a cry as he arched his back, his head lulling forward after a moment. The angle let Isoloses see the outline of his cock on Naevys’s stomach every time he sank down on his erect, and it made Isoloses feel a little smug. Just a little.

He tried to remain humble, but Naevys’s reactions to his cock made him proud. His opinion overall mattered more to Isoloses than anyone else’s did, and there was something beautiful about the way Naevys fell apart and succumbed to his pleasure like this. He felt proud because he’d seen Naevys with other people and he never lost himself to it like he did when Isoloses was the one below or above him, either way. It was hard not to let that go to his head, honestly. 

“Look at you, so full, hm?” Naevys let out a whimper as Isoloses ran his fingertips along the outline, before pressing down. Naevys jolted like he’d been shocked, a shudder running through his body as his jaw fell open, tremors rocking through him. “You look so adorable, look how cock dumb you are.” Isoloses teased, and Naevys moaned and mewled, somehow at the same time, his hips beginning to move faster.

“S-So close,” Naevys cried out, tears welling up in his eyes as he let his hands move forward, resting them on Isoloses’s chest, “Fuck, fuck,” He sighed, his breathing picking up a bit as he moved on top of Isoloses faster even still, the frantic moaning and mewling picking up its speed in tandem with his movements. 

“Sound so pretty, too,” Isoloses said, barely able to take his eyes off of Naevys’s body as he moved. “Does that feel good, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ?” My prince, a fitting nickname for soft Naevys. Isoloses learned how to say the nickname in Naevys’s language. Whenever Isoloses used it when he was in heat, he melted like something else. It was adorable, and it happened this time as well. He shuddered, a moan falling off his lips as his pace faltered a bit. He looked so adorable, his sweaty black hair askew on his head, some stuck to his forehead, his cock bouncing between his legs though it was covered in his cum.

Seeing Naevys such a mess made Isoloses’s alpha go a little haywire. He wanted to wreck him, but he already looked pretty close to wrecked as it was. Every movement sent waves of pleasure washing through Isoloses, making his mind feel a little clouded and his judgment off-center. He needed to be closer, it wasn’t enough, and it’d never be enough truly. All he wanted was to feel them entangled like this forever. 

Naevys leaned forward, resting his forehead against Isoloses’s as he kept up his movements. With Naevys so close, it was impossible not to take in every soft, beautiful feature Naevys had. He loved the way Naevys looked so beautiful as he clung onto him. It was like he was made to be there, something that made Isoloses feel a little too  high. He couldn’t help groaning and reaching out to grasp onto Naevys’s hips as he thrust up into him harder.

Naevys jolted, his hands tangling into Isoloses’s hair and tugging it as he let out a breathless moan, his head falling back. His body clamped down around Isoloses’s length, pulling a groan from his lips without warning, Naevys’s cum shooting up and coating Isoloses’s chest. 

“You’re making a mess,” Isoloses taunted, nuzzling into Naevys’s neck. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Naevys whimpered, pulling his eyes open to look up at him.

“Well if your dick wasn’t so fucking perfect I wouldn’t make a mess, so maybe it’s good for you that I do,” Naevys said, his breath hitched as he looked over Isoloses’s face, his cheeks heating up. Isoloses chuckled a little, rolling his hips up into Naevys’s ass. Naevys moaned, his eyes rolling back as he spasmed around his length. 

“Good for you, more like it,” Isoloses said, smirking wickedly as he thrust up into him. Pleasure coursed through him, but his alpha was focused on Naevys and his reactions, and the obvious pleasure written on his face. “You just like being stuffed so full your head is empty.” Isoloses took his time to slip his hands around, letting his fingers dig into Naevys’s ass. It was so nice and soft. Naevys’s hips pushed forward into his chest, rubbing his cock against the cum spread on his chest. Isoloses groaned, unable to help himself.

Naevys’s movements were stimulating his erection and he could feel how close to knotting Naevys he was, but he wasn’t quite done playing with him yet. He enjoyed the way Naevys’s hole clenched around him whenever he teased him like this, and it made Isoloses’s body ache with need. He was close, so close, but the longer he drew it out, the bigger the orgasm. Isoloses squeezed Naevys’s ass in his hands, using his grip on them to rock him back and forth on his cock. 

Isoloses let out a shaky breath as pleasure coursed through him, listening to Naevys’s breathy, loud moans ringing off the walls. Curiously, Isoloses’s hand pulled away from his ass and brought it down, mediating the strength behind it so it wouldn’t be too rough.

“Again,” Naevys pleaded, bucking his hips forward into Isoloses’s chest. The jerking movement made his hole squeeze around Isoloses’s cock and it had Isoloses groaning and pushing his hips up, his hands alternating between squeezing and rocking him and bringing the free hand down to smack his ass. It was an endless back and forth, one hand gripping into his soft ass while the other spanked him, alternating from hard smacks that made him jolt and moan, and softer smacks that made him whimper and whine adorably.

“S-So big, soooo fucking full ,” Naevys moaned, his voice adorably pitchy as his fingernails began digging into Isoloses’s chest. “T-Thank you, thank you Alpha,” He moaned, his lips parting as he looked up at Isoloses, and it made Isoloses feel hot. 

“Show me how good you can ride me, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses purred, rolling his hips as his hands switched to massaging Naevys’s ass. It was heated beneath his hands from his spanking him, and Naevys moaned and sank forward a bit, letting himself steady his breathing before he raised up and pushed at Isoloses’s hands.

“Yes, Alpha,” Naevys agreed, his head tilting to the side. “Lay back, relax, and let your omega take care of you,” Naevys said, making Isoloses smirk. He could definitely do that. Isoloses leaned back more, folding his arms behind his head as looked over Naevys. Naevys steadied himself before he started lifting himself up and down, going slow at first and then speeding up as he worked himself up to a moaning mess in almost seconds.

The effort was commendable, Naevys’s expression betrayed him. With his face flushed, eyes clouded with pleasure as his lips parted, and a little bit of drool running down his cheek, it was unquestionable that Naevys was quickly getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Isoloses couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he laid still, watching Naevys fuck himself on his cock.

“How you holding up there, princess?” Isoloses teased, making Naevys choke on a moan as he dropped himself down a little faster, knocking the breath from Isoloses’s chest. Naevys poked out his bottom lip a little as he whined, arousal sparking in his eyes. “As pretty as a picture,” Isoloses murmured. He’d been in this position a million times, and he’d never grow tired of watching Naevys succumb to his pleasure. 

He bounced so eagerly, his pretty ass slapping against Isoloses’s thighs every time he dropped down. His hole clenched tightly around his length every time he lifted himself up as if he was afraid Isoloses might slip out somehow unless he squeezed the life out of him, and it felt too fucking good. The slick coating he was leaking kept everything so wet and slippery it was shiver-inducing, so pleasurable and the scent of it was intoxicating enough to leave him acting off pure instinct alone. Naevys’s back arched so prettily as he rocked himself in Isoloses’s lap, his pretty noises echoing around them. He couldn’t help but notice the way Naevys teased himself, purposefully letting himself circle his hips, rubbing Isoloses’s cock against his walls, breathless noises falling out of his mouth.

“Good little omega,” It slipped out of his mouth unintentionally, but Naevys let out a happy trill, his hands gripping into Isoloses’s roughly. Slick ran down his balls and covered even the insides of his thighs from Naevys’s arousal, and it made Isoloses just a little too far gone. “I’m ready now, done watching. It’s time,” Isoloses murmured, reaching his breaking point. He couldn’t sit idly by anymore. 

Isoloses reached out and gripped onto Naevys’s slim waist, before pounding up into him roughly. Naevys moaned, his body jerking as he fell pliant in Isoloses’s grip, easily letting him take control back. Effortlessly, beautifully sinking into his hands and it was almost too much for Isoloses. Naevys let out a loud cry of pleasure as Isoloses pushed him down firmly so that he was buried as deeply inside of Naevys as possible, letting out a deep groan as he felt his knot swelling. 

“Alpha, Alpha, Alphaaaaa–!” Naevys cried out, his voice raising higher and higher as Isoloses’s knot swelled larger and larger, his thighs trembling. “Fuck, you fill me so well,” Naevys sighed breathlessly, his eyes glossy and wide as he moved as much as the knot allowed him to, back and forth. Adorable little mewls and pleas fell out of his lips, a perfect picture of desperation, and Isoloses couldn’t hold himself back at all.

Isoloses reached his hand down, taking Naevys’s cock in his hand. Naevys jolted with a gasp, his cock pretty pink and overstimulated, but he pushed his hips forward into the touch. He couldn’t help but squeeze just a little, before stroking him. As he did so, he ground his hips up so that his cock was rubbing against his prostate. Naevys lost himself to an orgasm, his hole clamping down around the base of his knot. 

That was the final straw, Isoloses ground his hips up into Naevys, his orgasm hitting him in the face and blind-siding him. He couldn’t help the low groan that slipped out of his mouth as he shuddered, his eyes rolling back. Naevys let out a gaspy moan, his eyes rolling back as Isoloses’s cum filled him, his head lulling forward as he dropped down onto Isoloses’s chest. Naevys immediately began nuzzling into his neck as he let out soft, quiet trills. 

“Good boy, you were so good,” Isoloses managed to get out around his hitched breathing, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face. Naevys’s trilling picked up, louder as he slid his arms under Isoloses’s shoulders where they rested on the pillow, his small hands curling around Isoloses’s shoulders as he nuzzled closer. Closer, and closer…

Too close, but somehow, never close enough at the same time.

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Laying in bed knotted to Naevys was something that Isoloses loved . Often he’d take a five-minute nap right after he knotted him, and then he’d wake up and cuddle with him while Naevys slept and let out quiet, sleepy trills. He was adorable and peaceful when knotted on a normal day, but like this… oh it was wonderful. Isoloses felt like he was buzzing and he couldn’t help but sigh deeply as he nosed at the back of Naevys’s head. 

Naevys’s hips shifted a bit and he let out a moan, his eyes fluttering a little as he fought waking up. Naevys’s trilling softened at the disruption and Isoloses let out a quiet hum in an attempt to soothe him. Naevys let out a quiet noise and shifted back, pressing ever closer to him. He was honestly a little surprised he managed to get Naevys on his side like this because Naevys had practically lived on his chest. The times that Naevys wasn’t resting on his chest, he was resting on Naevys’s. Naevys loved it when he got on top of him and rested his head on his chest.

It was new, something that he’d never done before. Isoloses also didn’t think Naevys had ever trilled so much around him. He wasn’t complaining, it was cute and he liked it, but it was different from usual. A lot of things felt different this time though.

Isoloses knew that Naevys took on the role of omega when he was in a rut because it allowed him to indulge in his softer side without embarrassment. Isoloses loved it. He always got cuddles like this when Naevys was knotted to him, but when he was in heat it was something else entirely. Naevys let himself go when he was in heat, let his emotions shine through, and actually allowed himself to be vulnerable. It was great. It felt different this time, though, more intimate somehow.

He shifted closer to Naevys’s back, humming quietly into his ear as he ran his hand along Naevys’s abdomen gently. Naevys relaxed, his trilling going back to normal as he stilled once again. Isoloses loved this, perhaps a bit too much. Having him like this was nice. Being with Naevys all the time was nice, with or without the sex, really.

He didn’t deserve Naevys, not on his best days. But he somehow had him, here, like this. And even if it was impossible for him to conceive because of Isoloses’s issue , Naevys still chose him. That spoke volumes, in Isoloses’s mind, because Naevys was smart enough to know he could get another demon to do his bidding just the same as Isoloses–and they could probably actually impregnate him. 

That might not mean much  to vampires, whose secondary gender is repressed. At least until something triggers it. Elves value procreation a lot. Their mating cycle was designed to promote it by any means necessary–heat or rut symptoms depending on the role they take most frequently. Isoloses didn’t need to be an elven scholar to know that. He had studied elves a lot, though, and one of their weaknesses is family. Specifically children. Elven families in Ittotsia often had many, many children spanning over their entire lifetime.

The number of children had dwindled since they moved to a realm that they had to share. Caelestes had strict rules when his father was king preventing multiple children from being born to families that weren’t among the royals and nobles in order to control the population there because of how small the entire place was. Dark Elves are only allowed one child under very particular circumstances, warlocks aren’t permitted to have children on purpose–and they have to take precautions. It was tyrannical , like everything else his father did.

Cassian had few regulations on such things, but it seemed like everyone who existed in the realm was conscious of the potential overpopulation problem and reacted accordingly. However , the realm was much larger than Caelestes ever dreamed of being, and logically speaking at the rate they were currently growing, they had a long time before they even began worrying about that. Tenebris had a lot of undeveloped lands, and a lot of nature, so they weren’t in danger at all at the moment. Tenebris was utopian in every way, just about.

There was no crime, they’d managed to stay out of the wars with Caelestes somehow–probably because a realm of vampires actually was pretty hard to fight. Demons had magic, which gave them some advantage, but demon magic and spell magic are not the same. Demons have to replenish energy so, with each usage of their magic, they grow weaker. Hence why the sword Isoloses–who is an energy siphon–was a sword with dark magic embedded into it for him to draw off of. 

Most siphons are not able to replenish their own energy and have to take energy from somewhere to survive. As Caelestes was locked out of the human world, their prime targets were eliminated and siphons were only as strong as the last being they siphoned… until the energy runs out . In Isoloses’s case, he was a royal, his magic came from Caelestes itself. It’s more than impossible to ‘destroy’ a realm, so as long as Caelestes the place existed he was fine. Even if that did somehow manage to collapse though, he’d still be able to siphon energy to stay alive.

The thought made him tense a little, and Naevys stirred once again, this time his eyes fluttering open. Naevys let out a quiet yawn and shifted back closer to him. 

“Your knots going down,” Naevys whined, poking out his bottom lip a little.

“I need to bathe you anyway, you smell like my cum.” Isoloses murmured softly. Naevys rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Also, you need to rest your hole. Your heats only going to get stronger over the next few hours.” Naevys let out a huff.

“My hole is still tight as ever,” Naevys purred, his hole clenching around the base of the shrinking knot. “Isn’t it, Alpha? “ Isoloses nodded and let out an amused chuckle, unable to help catching his lips in a kiss as he turned his head to look back over his shoulder. Naevys sank into the kiss, his lips parting on a soft moan as gripped down onto his arm. 

“Of course, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses pulled away, just barely, to murmur before pressing another kiss to Naevys’s lips. Naevys whimpered at that, his lips moving against Isoloses’s a little more hungrily than before. 

“I can’t believe you learned how to say that,” Naevys grumbled, his cheeks heating up as his lips brushed against Isoloses’s gently. “Why?” Naevys mumbled into his mouth, making him pull back just a little.

“Well, you call me Alpha because of my secondary gender, so I wanted to use something to honor you as well.” Isoloses mused. Naevys flushed a little, turning his head back to the opened window in front of them. “Are you about ready for a shower, sweetheart?” Isoloses murmured. Naevys nodded his head, nuzzling into the pillow.

“I just wanna lay here and let you fuck your knot into me,” Naevys admitted, peeking back over his shoulder. “But I do worry I might begin to stick to my sheets if I don’t.” Isoloses rolled his eyes at Naevys’s dramatics, letting out a quiet chuckle.

“I bathed you yesterday morning as well. But you slept through it.” Isoloses mused, trailing his lips down the shell of Naevys’s ear. Naevys let out a quiet noise, his eyes slipping closed as he relaxed into his touch.

“Good dick does that to you.” Naevys giggled quietly, running his hand over his abdomen.

“Does it?” Isoloses mused, making Naevys nod.

“Yeah, it does.” Naevys let out a sigh as he finished the sentence, almost mournfully, as Isoloses’s knot receded entirely. “I guess your gonna be a big bad demon daddy and make me go take a bath, huh?” Naevys said. Isoloses raised an eyebrow.

“If we don’t shower, I fear the elf who brings our breakfast will stop coming in,” Isoloses admitted, making Naevys huff. “Besides, think of how nice it’ll feel for me to run my hands along your nice clean skin,” Isoloses murmured as he pulled himself out of Naevys. Naevys let out a whine as Isoloses pulled away from him. 

“I don’t want to,” Naevys protested, “I like smelling like you, and all the cum will leak out if I move,” Isoloses shifted a little pulling himself up onto his knees as Naevys rolled over onto his knees and pressed his chest to the bed. “I’on need your knot to keep the cum inside.” He grumbled and Isoloses laughed and shook his head. Naevys’s plan wasn’t working very well, but even so, Isoloses ignored it as he crawled out of the nest and turned to Naevys.

“Don’t be a brat, it’s time to shower,” Isoloses said, leaning over to grip into his hips.

“UNHAND ME!” Naevys squirmed, giggling a little but trying to cover it up by pressing his face into the bed.

“Ready? Ready. Don’t panic.” Isoloses said, lifting him up. His arms waved around frantically as he giggled and tried to grip onto the blanket, but Isoloses anticipated it so he quickly raise him up so that he couldn’t reach. “You need a bath.” He repeated himself, making Naevys huff.

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine.” He sighed, falling pliant in his grip. “Just wash me and then fuck me again.”

“Fuck you? More like feed you.” Isoloses said as he pulled him closer to his chest.

“You’re tyrannical.” Naevys pouted, and Isoloses shrugged.

“Strap me to the guillotine, I will atone for my crimes, but at least let me wash the cum out of your hair first,” Isoloses said. Naevys huffed and nuzzled into his neck. “Deal?” Isoloses questioned. Naevys hummed.

“Well, I suppose if you make it up to me later, I might make it a deal,” Naevys murmured. Isoloses smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll fuck you once you eat, knot you, and then you can just lay there and let me talk to you until you go to sleep.” Naevys hummed contemplatively, before nodding. 

“Sounds fair enough.” He relented quietly, and Isoloses smiled. He immediately headed towards Naevys’s bathroom. After a shower, food would be nice, and then taking Naevys back to bed would be a lot better than nice. He was already itching to be back inside of him and he’d only just pulled out. He had promised he’d take care of Naevys though, and this was part of the deal. His alpha wouldn’t completely settle down until Naevys was settled and clean, with his knot inside of him.

As he turned on the shower, Mytherion’s face flashed through his mind, the whisperings of a previous statement he’d disregarded: curing the irregularity… Could it really be so simple? Probably not. Perhaps his rut was mostly talking, but… that was beginning to sound a little appealing. Just… Just a little. 

Now that his father was gone, and the realms were safer… Maybe…? He didn’t want to think about it yet. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help it.

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“Good boy,” Isoloses growled into Naevys’s ear, “Taking every inch of me, huh? So stretched out,” Naevys shuddered and nodded, his fingernails digging into Isoloses’s shoulders as he clung onto him. His back was pressed against the glass window in his room, his shiny black hair a mess, the moon shining down brightly and illuminating the paleness of his skin. He was pretty, his lips parted and his head resting back against the glass as he clung onto Isoloses’s shoulders. With the impact of Isoloses’s thrusts, Naevys’s cock was swinging and flicking precum everywhere, and his cock was so red and sensitive that he was letting out little moans and whimpers as it hit his abdomen.

Sometime around dawn, Isoloses had woken up to his cock rubbing against Naevys’s dripping wet hole, Naevys’s moans and trills falling freely into the air. His cheeks had been parted by Isoloses’s cock. It hadn’t taken but five or so minutes of Naevys’s hips rocking back and forth absently while he was asleep for Naevys to stir and start begging and pleading for him to fuck him. How they ended up against the window Isoloses couldn’t quite remember.

He’d been so hazed with arousal that nothing was quite registering in his brain when they’d first started having sex, nothing was catching in his brain other than breeding him. It’d settled in while he was asleep, the height of his rut was always the most instinct-heavy day of the whole thing. Isoloses didn’t– couldn’t think much, not beyond getting inside of Naevys and making him cum so he could cum.

But it was also the day his orgasms too the longest–he’d lost track of how long they’d been going this time, and couldn’t remember when they’d even started at this point. Time had bled together after some point and everything just became a haze in his mind. Nothing mattered anymore but being inside of Naevys. Naevys’s thighs were coated in slick, and even with the strong grip that Isoloses was using it was beginning to become difficult to keep his body in place with the fast thrusts, but he was managing somehow.

Each thrust was pulling beautiful, breathless noises from Naevys’s mouth, his arms wrapping around his neck tighter in an attempt to cling onto him. Isoloses let out a growl into his neck, his teeth sinking down into Naevys’s throat roughly. Naevys jolted, his eyes rolling back as he clung to him tightly, a moan free-falling from his beautiful lips. 

The noises Naevys were making were a symphony of beautiful noises, both soft and loud at the same time, still somehow louder than the sound of their skin slapping together. On every thrust upwards into him, Naevys would clench and shudder, his back arching while moaning. It was entrancing.

“D-Don’t stop, don’t stop, I-I’m close, I–!” Naevys broke off with a cry of pleasure, moving more adamantly against him. Isoloses couldn’t help but choke out a moan as he felt pleasure and desire burning in his veins. More, his mind urged, and when he thrust in the next time Naevys’s head thumped back against the glass and he let out a sob, his lips parting.

Isoloses felt his hands slipping again and he tightened his grip and hoisted him up higher, letting his hands slide down to the underneath of his knees so he couldn’t slip. With the additional leverage and the new angle, he couldn’t help moving faster and faster, drawing even louder noises from Naevys’s lips. 

He was certain this was the first time that Naevys had put the damn glass up his entire heat, claiming Isoloses’s body heat felt better than the central heating system. Isoloses didn’t really have a response to that, at least not one that wasn’t him teasing the hell out of Naevys, so he’d kept his mouth shut. His mind was not pulled together, he wasn’t thinking about anything other than fucking Naevys. Once his knot was planted inside of him, he’d be fine and dandy but until then there was nothing more important. Nothing that couldn’t wait. 

“C-Can I cum? I wanna cum, I’m so close, please Alpha wannaaa—” Isoloses let out a groan and bit down into Naevys’s shoulder roughly.

“Yeah, go ahead since you asked so prettily.” Isoloses couldn’t fight back the response, not with his alpha instincts in full control and his mind completely blanked out like this. Naevys cried out, his hands clawing at Isoloses’s shoulders as his eyes slammed shut and his lips parted in a scream, his thighs trembling as cum painted their chests between them.

“So tight,” Isoloses panted as he felt Naevys’s hole contracting around his cock, “Gonna fill you up with my cum, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” He pushed Naevys’s thighs up closer to his chest, thrusting into him faster, harder.

“My Alpha,” Naevys moaned in response, his teeth biting down into his lip as he looked up at Isoloses, his eyes watery and clouded from his pleasure. The sight of his pretty face contorted in pleasure as he clung onto Isoloses’s shoulders, in combination with the pleasure of his criminally tight hole and the  chosen wording of his moan had Isoloses’s head swimming with so many different, very intense emotions. Desire, lust, affection, pride, fulfillment… he could continue forever if he really tried to put a name to every feeling he was feeling. 

“Alpha, I want you to knot me, please!” Naevys pleaded, his eyes slipping closed as he arched his back and wiggled slightly. His wiggles were intended to stimulate Isoloses, but really all it did was make Naevys shudder and cry out loudly, his hands clawing harder at Isoloses’s shoulders. 

“I won’t give it to you that easily, you have to work my knot, omega.” Isoloses chuckled. Naevys leaned forward, closer to his chest, and began nosing at his scent gland. Isoloses’s jerked and shuddered, his eyes rolling back as he thrusted back into him harder . Naevys cried out into his neck, before biting down on his scent gland and kissing it gently. Isoloses groaned, his head tipping forward to rest on the glass window just over Naevys’s shoulder. 

“Please, fill me full until I’m passed out and writhing on your knot–Please, please, breed me,” Naevys pleaded, and humiliatingly enough that was all it took for Isoloses to lose himself to an orgasm, his hips jerking up quickly as his knot began to swell so that he’d be buried inside of him and let out a loud groan. Isoloses’s eyes shut from the intensity of it, his orgasm knocking him completely senseless as his knot swelled and cum poured out of him and into Naevys’s hole.

Naevys jerked and let out a moan, his eyes rolling back as a shiver ran through him, convulsions running through him as he lost himself to another orgasm. Cum painted their chests, practically clear at this point, and if Isoloses wasn’t so consumed with the feeling of Naevys’s hole wrapped around his knot, he might have laughed at himself for cumming just because Naevys said ‘breed me’. He couldn’t think about that though, hell, he couldn’t think about anything.

It took Isoloses a minute to ‘sober up’ from his orgasm, but when he did he glanced down to find Naevys’s body resting back against the window with his eyes shut, a blissful expression on his face as he held Isoloses’s body close to him. Isoloses let out a soft chuckle and let Naevys’s legs fall down around his waist as he slid his grip and supported his weight, one hand sliding along Naevys’s spine as he nudged him forward onto his shoulder. Naevys nuzzled into his neck and let out a moan, his eyelashes fluttering for a brief moment before he settled and started trilling. 

Isoloses carried him over to the nest, carefully maneuvering them both into it. He had grown pretty familiar with getting in and out of it while Naevys was in heat, and Isoloses was admittedly a little proud of it. He had been sure he’d never figure out how to get in and out of it without jostling Naevys around a bunch.

He settled them down into the bed into a comfortable position and nuzzled into Naevys’s neck, letting the content trilling noise fill up the silence around them as he ran his hands along Naevys’s back soothingly. Naevys’s trilling fell softer as he relaxed even more on top of him, his arms curling tighter around his neck.  For a while, they went undisturbed and Isoloses spent his time nuzzling and coddling Naevys, letting himself sink into the bed as Naevys’s pheromones filled the air and lulled him to complaisance. 

It wasn’t interrupted until Isoloses’s knot was about halfway down when a soft knock sounded at Naevys’s bedroom door. He glanced over at the window, which the glass was now out of once again, and took in the positioning of the moon in the sky. Food, he realized, and shifted slightly to grab a blanket. He carefully tossed it over Naevys’s back, smoothing it down over his ass so that he wouldn’t be exposed.

“Come in,” Isoloses called, shhing Naevys as he stirred on his chest, his eyes blinking open right as the door opened. The elf walked into the room quietly and carried a large tray over to the nest and carefully sat it down, beginning to take the lids off of the plates of food. Naevys pushed himself up and blinked at Isoloses for a moment before he seemed to register the elf beside them.

Naevys stiffened and let out a growl, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the elf beside the bed. He growled more as his scent went from peaceful to on edge really quickly when he realized how close he was to the nest. Isoloses immediately began running his hands up Naevys’s back, trying to settle him down. The elf stopped messing with the lids and quickly stepped back, raising his hands. 

“Enjoy your meal, my lord.” The elf said, bowing his head and quickly leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. As soon as the elf was gone, Naevys was nosing into his scent gland, letting out a much more unhappy trilling noise as he did so. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just us, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, it’s okay,” Isoloses murmured soothingly, brushing his lips against Naevys’s forehead. “It’s fine.”

“Mine,” Naevys growled, digging his fingernails into Isoloses’s shoulders roughly. “You’re mine.” He growled, making Isoloses nod his head in agreement.

“I’m yours,” He murmured in response, pressing a kiss to Naevys’s forehead. “All yours. You know that, huh?” 

“He was too close,” He grumbled, nuzzling into Isoloses’s scent gland, letting out a trill into his skin.

“Too close hm? But he brought food,” Isoloses said, motioning towards the tray of food. “It smells good, too.” Naevys let out a begrudging sigh and nodded. “Want me to feed you?” Naevys poked out his bottom lip and nodded. Isoloses shifted on the bed, pulling Naevys up on the bed with him as he leaned back against the headboard and tugged the tray up beside him. Naevys lifted himself up and let out a whine as Isoloses’s cock and the knot shifted.

“I’m going to write my name on your dick so everyone knows who you belong to,” Naevys grumbled under his breath.

“I don’t see how that’d help if no one ever sees my dick but you, and the people you send me to.” Isoloses laughed, gently running his finger along Naevys’s hip bone. “I don’t think many people would reach into a demon’s pants uninvited,” Naevys pouted and pinned him with an annoyed look.

“Hush. You’re mine now.” Isoloses nodded his head and reached over to the silverware, grabbing the fork. 

“What do you want to eat first?” Isoloses said instead of keeping the pointless discussion going, motioning towards the food. He never questioned who he belonged to in the first place, so it was essentially beating a dead horse at this point. Naevys hummed and shrugged a bit as he squirmed around a little, letting out a moan. Isoloses smirked at him and put the fork back down, reaching toward the pillows surrounding the edges of the nest. He used them to stack them up behind him carefully, creating something for him to rest against so he’d be more comfortable. Naevys leaned back against them with a slight blush coating his cheeks, the stack of pillows easily propping him up. 

“What’s for dinner?” Naevys asked as he waved his hand. Vines ran from the edges of the nest and formed a stand over their laps for the tray. Isoloses let out a hum and lifted up the tray and sat it down across the vines that formed the stand. Naevys let out a giggle and shifted his knees a bit, wrapping his legs around Isoloses’s waist. Isoloses pulled the lids off of the rest of the plates and shrugged.

“No clue what any of this is… is that turquoise? “ Isoloses asked, and Naevys nodded. Isoloses ran his eyes over the food on his side, raising an eyebrow. It was leaves, it looked like, roasted in herbs and spices and then topped with some turquoise-colored sauce. Alongside it was beans, sprinkled with pepper, and fried vines. There were also vegetables that were poached, and steamed leaf rings, with a bowl of gravy. There were small plates of fried weeds and vinegar with flowers of some kind on them, with more of the thick turquoise-colored sauce. It… did not look appetizing. 

“Oh, that’s because that’s mine, “ Naevys said, spinning the tray around between them and waving his hand over the plates that’d been in front of them. The main ingredient is the meat of some kind. The meat was well seasoned with common herbs and spices, and fried until extra-rare, beside it was something wrapped in dough and fried as crispy dumplings. About half of the dish is made of meat, served alongside flavor-enhancing roasted vegetables.  Besides the vegetables, there was something white and fluffy that looked like a cloud.

“That definitely looks better,” Isoloses said, making Naevys giggle a little.

“Damn Carnivores.” Naevys teased.

“Damn Herbivores, eating like a fucking rabbit.” Isoloses poked back, making Naevys shrug and stick out his tongue, giggling a little as he grabbed a fork before he started shoveling food into his mouth.

“Just eat quickly so that we can fuck as soon as the knot is fully down.” Naevys teased, leaning forward a bit as he picked up one of the flowers with his fingers before popping it into his mouth with a delighted moan. “Delicious.” Isoloses’s cock jerked inside of Naevys at the noise that fell from his mouth, making Naevys moan again. Isoloses didn’t need to be told twice, he was grabbing his fork and knife and shoving food into his mouth before he even managed to figure out a response. 

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By day five of Naevys’s heat, and Isoloses’s rut, the pair of them were both sore. Sore, and tired, but regardless of that, Naevys’s heat wasn’t settling still. His heatwaves were frequent and they’d barely managed to sleep at all over the past– fuck only knows how long. It was the day before, at least, since they’d had decent sleep. But even so, Isoloses’s rut wouldn’t subside until Naevys’s heat did. He didn’t really understand why  it was that way, but his rut would continue extending to match Naevys’s.

It wasn’t that big of a deal to him, who loved spending time with Naevys. Seeing him open and receptive, and even an affectionate little cuddle bug, was something Isoloses was admittedly loving. He was even opener this time than any time before. There was just something… different . Isoloses wanted to put a name to what was creating the intensity between them, and the easiest explanation was just heat/rut mating cycles mumbo jumbo, but… no he thought it was something else.

He was clinging onto him way more, letting himself completely sink into his pleasure, he was trilling the entire time he was knotted–a feat Isoloses was admittedly impressed with. How his throat wasn’t sore he had no idea. He was being completely opposite to Naevys usually. Isoloses was admittedly a little drunk off the power Naevys had allowed him this week. He didn’t enjoy being dominant in the same way that Naevys did, his was all biology and was induced by his rut… but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the time he spent with Naevys like this.

“Ahh, ah, Alpha,” Naevys panted, his head falling forward as the head of Isoloses’s erection pushed at his rim. “I-I, oh fuck I’m so sensitive!” Naevys shuddered as Isoloses pushed in a little before pulling back out. Naevys let out a whine, his eyes opening and glaring at Isoloses over his shoulder.

“I can just finger you if you’re too sensitive,” Isoloses offered softly, even as he pushed himself back into his hole a little deeper this time. Naevys moaned and shook his head, his head falling forward as he pushed backward into Isoloses’s hips. “Don’t do that,” Isoloses scolded, keeping his voice firm but soft because Naevys was sensitive as he’d previously said. Even if Naevys meant it in a physical way, it doubled down in an emotional way.

“Alphaaaaaaa,” Naevys whined impatiently, making a show of holding himself still. “I’m being still–just get inside of me!” He demanded, his voice way too shaky for him to sound even remotely intimidating. Isoloses let out a chuckle, his eyes narrowing a little as he pushed in a little deeper this time, stopping as about half of his erection slipped inside of him. Naevys let out a cry of relief, trembles starting to run through his body already. 

“I’m not even all the way inside yet and you’re already about to cum on my dick,” Isoloses taunted, reaching beneath Naevys to flick the underneath of his cock teasingly. Naevys jolted and let out a moan, his lips staying parted as he looked up at Isoloses over his shoulder with arousal evident in his eyes. 

“Get all the way inside of me, so I can cum on your dick,” Naevys remarked sassily, letting out a gasp as Isoloses worked his way in a little deeper inside of him. “Ah-hahhh– fuck ,” Naevys hissed, his legs pushing apart a little more. “Deeperrr!” He demanded.

“Patience, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses grumbled into his ear, pulling out a little before pushing back into him, just a little deeper. It was torture for even him, and he wasn’t doing it just to be an ass. Naevys was sore, he was hypersensitive and after five days of heat, his rim was more than a little swollen from their repeated sexual intercourse, and Isoloses had to be more gentle with him. His own dick was red and hypersensitive as well, pinpricks of overstimulation coating everything. There was a significant amount of physical discomfort after having sex more times than one could reasonably keep track of, and Isoloses was sure that it’d be appreciated after his heat more so than during it.

“Fuck, Naevys you’re so tight,” Isoloses groaned, his hand clenching into the sheets by Naevys’s head as he bent over his back, nuzzling into the back of his neck. Naevys whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut as he wiggled his hips a little while panting. Isoloses was still the entire time, his fingers running along Naevys’s abdomen, down to his thighs, then back up in an attempt to soothe any discomfort Naevys was feeling. “So good, such a good omega, so sweet, just a little more…” Isoloses murmured, trailing his lips along the back of Naevys’s shoulder.

Naevys nodded his head, arching his back as Isoloses pushed in more. As Isoloses promised, there really was just a little more before he was fully seated inside Naevys’s tight warmth. Naevys let out a loud keen, his eyes rolling back, as his mouth dropped open. 

“F-Fuck Alpha,” Naevys moaned, pushing his ass back against Isoloses’s hips desperately in an attempt to get him to move faster. Isoloses moved his hand, taking it to curl around the jut of his hip bone, holding him still in front of him. 

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Isoloses scolded, attempting(and failing)to keep his voice steady as he held himself still. Naevys settled for a moment, but then immediately started wiggling again. “Naevys,” Isoloses growled, and Naevys looked back over his shoulder and cocked up an eyebrow. 

“ Alpha, come on,“ Naevys whined, refusing to stop wiggling. Isoloses let out a huff and reached down, pushing him down onto the bed face first, holding him down against the bed with his hand on the side of his face so that he couldn’t move as freely as before. Naevys moaned again, the scent surrounding them picking up and becoming even more sweet and spicy than usual. 

“Be. Still. Now.” Isoloses growled, his hips starting to move slowly. The slight stimulation was enough to make Naevys moan loudly beneath him as his hands gripped desperately at the sheets of the mattress. Each thrust of Isoloses’s hips drew noises from Naevys’s lips, his legs pushing apart more as he tried to shift the angle. Isoloses drove his hips forward into him a little rougher, pulling a pleasured cry from Naevys’s lips.

“H-Holy shit, you… you’re…” Naevys gasped, his hands tugging on the blankets in front of him as he shuddered, his eyes rolling back. “You’re so big, fuck, fuck…” Naevys sighed, pulling harder on the sheets as Isoloses began working up his speed a little more. Naevys moaned and looked up at him over his shoulder. “Fuck me harder, c’mon Alpha, put your back into it. Show me who the boss is,” Naevys managed to get out, mischievously smirking against the mattress. 

“You’re being such a little bitch today,” Isoloses groaned, using the hand he was holding Naevys’s head down with to curl into Naevys’s hair, tugging him back up roughly. Naevys let out a moan, his hole clenching around Isoloses’s cock as he scrambled around to place his palms against the bed.

“I just want your knot ,” Naevys whined, widening his eyes a little in a distinctly uncharacteristically pouty expression. Isoloses untangled his fingers from Naevys’s hair, sliding his hands along Naevys’s sides and settling on his waist, squeezing tightly to still the movements he was attempting to get away with. At this point, it was more the principle behind it than Isoloses’s own desire for him to remain still.

“Remember whos in control here, Omega, “ Isoloses growled, making Naevys shiver and let out a breathless moan, his hips pushing back into Isoloses’s in an attempt to get him to move once again. Isoloses smirked as his hands prevent Naevys’s movements efficiently. “Good little omegas get knots. Do you want that?” Naevys huffed and nodded, his eyes clouding a bit as he looked over his shoulder. 

“I’ll be your good little omega,” Naevys pleaded, letting his chest fall down against the mattress. “I want that, I want your knot, please, please…!” Naevys cried out as Isoloses hummed, using his grip on Naevys’s waist to pull him back towards his forward thrusts as he began moving his hips. Quickly. Naevys immediately broke out into a moan, his eyes fluttering beautifully as he immediately slammed his eyes closed and started trembling. 

Even with Isoloses’s grip holding Naevys steady, he was subconsciously wiggling just the slightest bit, sending pleasure coursing through Isoloses.  He leaned himself down over Naevys’s back, his hand sliding to rub along Naevys’s abdomen gently in an attempt to make him fall complaisant. It was imperative that Isoloses managed to keep some degree of sense about himself no matter how consumed with his rut he was in order to protect Naevys. Naevys wasn’t built to take endless knots, even if he took them beautifully and loved it. He could get hurt, and while his elven healing did negate the risk significantly, Isoloses never wanted to be the direct cause of Naevys being injured. 

Naevys put his trust in him, more when he was in heat than any other time, and Isoloses was bound and fucking determined to prove he could take care of him in every way. 

“Alpha, Alpha more, please, give me more!” Naevys pleaded, arching his back as he sank down below him, letting out a quiet trill. “I want it harder,” Naevys pleaded, his voice desperate and pitched as he stilled himself entirely. 

“Good boy,” Isoloses mused, beginning to thrust his hips harder as he looked down over Naevys’s face, pointedly ignoring the waves of pleasure pouring through his veins and making everything a little foggy. “I knew you could do it, sweet little omega,” the words fell out of his mouth like honey, pure instinct because every ounce of his brain power was going to controlling the pace so he didn’t completely lose it and jackhammer into him. “So pretty as you take my cock. Aren’t you, beautiful?”

“Y-Yes Alpha, please, give me more?” Naevys pleaded, his body completely melting beneath Isoloses as he thrusted harder and deeper. Naevys was so tight and wet that it was making Isoloses feel a little breathless. He was halfway to thoughtless. All he wanted to do was breed him. His entire body was burning with the need to, and he just couldn’t. It was frustrating to his body, and to his alpha more than his body. 

“Now you have some manners,” Isoloses tsked, pulling up off of Naevys’s back so he could strengthen his thrusts more, bringing his hand down on Naevys’s ass cheek. Naevys squeaked and pushed back into him as much as the hand Isoloses still had clasped around his waist allowed. Isoloses brought his hand back to Naevys’s waist and bounced him back quicker as he thrusted harder into him, his fingers digging into Naevys’s waist tightly. 

Falling into Naevys was ecstasy, and Isoloses was savoring every sweet moment of it–even if it came with a fair bit of pain, it was still worth it. He could feel every shiver, squeeze, tremble, everything Naevys’s body responds with. It was euphoric, the way his hole clenched around him when he pulled out and the way he let out a noise whenever he pushed back in. Isoloses just thrusted, moving his body with increasing fervor, faster, harder, until Naevys was crying out into the bed.

His noises were loud and echoing everywhere, Isoloses was sure that everyone in the castle could hear him even with his face pressing into the bed. Naevys was shuddering, his legs pushed as far apart as he could manage without changing their positions and it took everything in Isoloses not to just push him down into the bed and pin him there, breeding him over and over until it had to take. It was illogical, and Isoloses knew that, but after five days of rutting his mind was pieced together with cheap glue and all he really wanted was some good sleep.

Right now, though, all he could do is fuck Naevys until their bodies gave up this time around. He let out a growl and reached down beneath Naevys, curling his hand around Naevys’s cock as he thrusted his hips, pleasure swirling through him in waves. It made him move just a little faster, and just a little more depraved than usual.

Naevys was completely pliant and yielding beneath him with a beautiful glow around him. He was moaning and whimpering with the most beautiful, blissed-out look on his face and he was going to be even more blissed out when Isoloses finally knotted him. 

“I-I’m close,” Naevys managed to get out, his eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks. “Fuck, I’m so close but I don’t know if I can cum again.” Naevys managed to get out, his eyes rolling back as Isoloses pulled his length out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward and driving it back inside of him. Naevys let out a string of loud curses, clawing at the sheets as Isoloses kept up a fast and hard pace.

It was all so much, it felt so good that the world was narrowing down to nothing but the noises swirling through his head, the scent of Naevys’s heat clouding his judgment, and the feeling of Naevys’s hole wrapping around him making his blood burn even hotter. He couldn’t think, he could barely even breathe anymore. He just needed a little more.

“Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ fuck ,” Isoloses groaned as his hips movements stuttered for a moment as the stimulation overpowered him for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut. Oh, it hurt, it hurt so much because he had cum enough times to fill three buckets in the past five days, his cock felt like it was one orgasm away from falling off… but it felt so fucking good at the same time. Delicious torture, painful with the edge of overstimulation, but cut with pleasure. Enough pleasure to have him pushing through the pain to feel the pleasure.

“Please, I-I wanna cum, make me cum,” Naevys pleaded, his eyes rolling back and he trembled as Isoloses started tugging him off faster to match the speed of his thrusts. Naevys let out a pleading moan and pushed his hips forward into Isoloses’s palm, his back arching as he shuddered. “More, more, more!” Naevys pled, his eyes slipping shut. Isoloses nodded breathlessly and leaned over Naevys’s back, grinding his hips forward while biting down on Naevys’s shoulder as he squeezed his hand around Naevys’s cock.

Naevys jolted and tensed, his jaw dropping as he trembled his way through an orgasm, his cock pulsing in Isoloses’s hand. Cum dripped down on his fingers with each upwards flick of Isoloses’s wrist, and Naevys’s hole contracted around the base of his cock, startlingly tight. It sent a wave of pleasure washing through Isoloses and he pushed himself inside of Naevys roughly, letting out a relieved grunt as his knot began to swell.

Naevys jolted below him, a moan punching out of his throat as he pushed back into Isoloses’s hips. Isoloses’s grip tightened on his waist, nuzzling at the back of his neck to soothe him as he ground his hips forward.

“Ahhh,” Naevys gasped out, his hands clawing at the sheets as the knot expanded more and more with each of the desperate grinding motions of Isoloses’s hips. Naevys let out a moan as he trembled below him, his cock jerking in Isoloses’s hand. Isoloses felt like he was going to vibrate straight out of his skin at the swirling pain and pleasure swimming through him. He was close, so close he could taste it–

He ground his hips flush against Naevys’s ass, making Naevys let out a loud cry that turned into a moan at the end, trembles coursing through his body. Isoloses was surprised when he felt Naevys’s hole clenching and unclenching, spasming with an orgasm, and Isoloses couldn’t help but bury himself deeper inside of Naevys and rock his hips more as he desperately chased his orgasm with reckless abandon.

“Fuck,” Isoloses hissed when he felt his knot swelling the rest of the way as his orgasm hit him and he leaned forward to bite at Naevys’s shoulders, sinking down on top of him. Naevys let out a whine as he hit the mattress, his hips pushing up into Isoloses’s cock. At this point, Isoloses barely managed a breathless groan. 

After a moment or two, he managed to collect himself enough to roll them onto their sides. Naevys shifted a bit and let out a loud trill as he shifted back closer to Isoloses’s chest, his eyes shut as bliss covered his face. 

“There’s so much cum,” Naevys murmured breathlessly, his fingers running over his abdomen with his eyes staying shut. “I feel so fucking full.” His fingers ran through the cum coating his lower abdomen, dancing down a little lower towards his cock. He let out a gasp as his fingers skimmed along the underneath of it, his fingers teasing the underneath of the head of his cock. Naevys only kept it up for a moment, but it was enough to make his hole twitch around the base of his knot. 

Naevys opened his eyes and pulled his left leg up and brought his hand down between his legs, making Isoloses’s eyebrow raise. He watched curiously as Naevys’s fingers trailed along his balls, down to his perineum, and then they jumped to Isoloses’s. Isoloses’s jolted a little when he felt Naevys’s fingertips run along his balls this time, up to where his knot was keeping them connected.

“I’m so full,” Naevys sighed blissfully again, his eyes fluttering shut after a moment. Isoloses had no idea how to respond to that, truthfully, so he partially ignored it as he pressed his lips against the tip of his ear gently. Naevys whimpered, trilling quietly as he settled back against his chest and let his leg fall back down to the bed.

“Mm, feel good?” Isoloses mused as he trailed kisses along the shell of Naevys’s ear. He let out a shaky breath and nodded. 

“How’re you holding up?” Naevys asked. Isoloses nodded his head, curling his arm around Naevys’s side and letting his forearm rest along his chest on the bed. Naevys wrapped his arm around it, while one of his hands moved down to play with the palm of his hand. “Yeah?”

“Just sore,” Isoloses admitted, shifting his hips a little. Naevys let out a whine.

“Me too.” He admitted, letting his eyes shut once again. “It’s almost over, though. Do you think tomorrow will be better than today?” Isoloses shrugged noncommittally. He was all but braindead at this point, every brain cell in his brain had jumped to freedom after five days of endless sex.

“We’ll get through it how we have to, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses murmured into his ear comfortingly.

“You’re right,” Naevys whined. “Maybe we’ll wake up out of this shit,” Naevys grumbled, but he didn’t sound all that hopeful, honestly. Isoloses didn’t have the energy to be optimistic or pessimistic either one. 

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When Isoloses woke up the next morning, every inch of his body was aching. His head hurt like he’d had it in an iron box with a bunch of mallets banging on the outside of it, and his cock was throbbing painfully. He was painfully warm, sweat clinging onto his skin. Naevys’s body was plastered to his side, significantly cooler than it had been the night before. His temperature was still high, but at the least, his heat was receding some .

And it seemed like his post-rut sickness was kicking in a little sooner than expected. Usually, he’d be in Caelestes already when this shit kicked in, so he wasn’t sure Naevys even knew about it. Isoloses found himself pulling away from Naevys and scooting over a little in the nest so that he could feel the cool air caressing his skin for a moment before he sat up. His head spun, making him feel more than just a little nauseated. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan as he maneuvered his way over to the edge of the nest and pulled himself up.

He needed to shower before Naevys got up. He didn’t want to reek like body odor. They’d showered before they had sex the final time the night before, so he was just going to let Naevys sleep as long as he could. Naevys was exhausted the night before, he needed to sleep arguably more than Isoloses did. 

If Naevys could sleep, he definitely needed to. Isoloses would probably still be sleeping if his… condition hadn’t worsened. Usually, he just had to deal with the symptoms after a rut, not when his body was still craving to be buried inside of something. It was only fitting, though, because if something could go wrong for Isoloses, usually it did. He let out a sigh as he turned on the shower and stepped into it, shutting the shower door behind him. He was not even bothering to use hot water because he was too hot already. He needed to cool off. 

It’d lessen his headache some. Maybe then he could jack himself off and wrap his hand around his knot so it wouldn’t hurt. If Naevys was sleeping as soundly as he was, his heat might’ve broken in the middle of the night, or at the least was on the final waves of it. Isoloses didn’t want to inconvenience him with his rut and he also didn’t want Naevys to figure out his… problem. 

Naevys knew he couldn’t have kids, he’d even explained why. He had left out all of the consequences of what his father had done to him because it seemed unimportant. At the time, he was going through a physical with Naevys’s physician–at some point over the past eight hundred years, Naevys had looked at him and said ‘I don’t want to keep an unvaccinated mutt in my bed’. Isoloses had just let him lead the way because he didn’t really have much of a reason not to. He had gone through the meeting and because he wasn’t coming out of a rut, the illness didn’t show up.

Mytherion knew of it and had even developed a disgusting remedy for it, but it was so hard to get the ingredients for it that Isoloses gave up on it entirely.  He couldn’t spend his rut with Naevys, go get the ingredients from the various different realms he had to travel to, and make it back to Mytherion before his father needed him–this time it was just different because he lived in this realm now. 

He had to learn to adjust. It wasn’t that bad. He’d adjusted to worse. In the beginning when he’d first had the treatment and all of the symptoms started, it was worse. His rut had been delayed, his knot had stopped working and everything. 

“Iso,” Naevys’s hoarse voice came from somewhere behind the door of the shower. The door suddenly pushed open and Naevys peeked into the shower. “You left me,” It was halfway between a whine and a snide remark, making Isoloses smile softly.

“Naevys, are you feeling better?” Isoloses asked, turning around to face him. Naevys shrugged half-heartedly and stepped into the shower behind him. 

“It’s almost over,” He admitted, running his eyes over Isoloses’s face and then down to his chest. “What about you?” Isoloses nodded, leaning back under the stream of water so that it was running down over his head. “You still look quite warm considering this water feels like ice on my toes.” Naevys mused.

“I am still warm,” Isoloses admitted, leaning his head back to let the water run over his face. Naevys hummed quietly and stepped forward, running his fingers down Isoloses’s chest gently. Isoloses let out a shuddery breath, pulling his head forward to look down at Naevys. Naevys tilted his head to the side a bit, an inquiring look in his eyes.

“Come out of the shower. Let’s take care of your cock. You can’t ignore your rut, it will make you fall ill.” Naevys said, making Isoloses let out a shaky sigh. Naevys pointedly ignored him, tugging him towards the door of the shower. Isoloses quickly turned around and turned off the water with one hand before letting Naevys tug him out into the shower. “Dry off. Tell me what happened between five hours ago and now.” He demanded, his heat-flushed cheeks slightly tinting a bit.

“I just never feel well after I have a rut,” He admitted, beginning to dry himself off.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re still in a rut,” Naevys pointed out, making him sigh and nod.

“It started early this time.” Naevys hummed.

“What are the symptoms?” Naevys asked, making Isoloses flush.

“Well, I get sweaty and gross  for one,” Isoloses said, “Headaches, fatigue, dizziness, nausea…” As he was listing, Naevys nodded and turned around, tapping the wall beside the sink. A small door popped open and Naevys fished through a bunch of small vials before he pulled out a couple of them and then grabbed a cloth off of the shelves on the wall beside Isoloses, wetting it in the sink before wringing it out. After a couple of moments of him pouring some of the liquid into the wet cloth, Naevys then turned to him.

“Come with me,” Naevys prodded, reaching out and grabbing his hand. Naevys tugged him forward towards the nest and Isoloses let him, pausing when they reached the edge of it. Isoloses crawled in and laid back against the mattress, watching as Naevys crawled in beside him and straddled his thighs. Naevys folded the cloth over a couple of times before he laid it over Isoloses’s forehead.

Almost immediately, the scent of flowers hit Isoloses nose and the coolness of the cloth made his head stop aching slightly. The scent of the flowers had an anti-nausea effect almost instantly and it was soothing his on-edge nerves. Naevys began trilling quietly, his fingers chilling slightly as he pressed them against Isoloses’s shoulders.

“Oh,” Isoloses murmured at the chill, his lips parting a little. Naevys was usually so warm , not as warm as him but still. It wasn’t a super noticeable difference between them usually, but he must’ve been hotter than normal or something because Naevys was in heat still. His scent was calming and lulling in an odd sort of way as he ran his hands over Isoloses’s chest.

“Does that feel nice?” Naevys murmured softly, and Isoloses hummed quietly in response, letting his eyes slip shut as Naevys’s hands rubbed along his skin. “Cooling you down?” Isoloses nodded his head, surprise running through him as he realized… his body actually did feel less overheated.

“What are you doing?” Isoloses murmured curiously as he sank back against the bed and hummed his pleasure.

“Taking care of my Alpha,” Naevys purred mischievously. Isoloses’s cock twitched a little in response to his words, and Naevys giggled a little and pressed their cocks together, rubbing a little as his hands trailed lower, along his abdominal muscles. Behind his touch was a trail of cool, wherever he touched just didn’t feel as hot or as painful somehow. Isoloses was sure it couldn’t be just as simple as that to fix it but it was a temporary relief. Naevys fell silent after that, seeming to be concentrating on cooling him down.

Admittedly, Isoloses might’ve dozed off for a moment or two while his hands were moving because it just felt so good that it made Isoloses relax back into the mattress. His cock throbbed and pleaded for attention between his legs but Naevys left it alone at first. He seemed to be solely focused on taking care of him, probably related to his lingering heat. Omegas were the same way, to some extent, though elves had a much stronger urge to nurture than any demon could ever muster he’d waver.

Naevys was kind of an anomaly on that front, but during his heat he wasn’t. Naevys spent half of his heat trilling and holding Isoloses to his chest, which doesn’t sound nurturing but it was. He was big on being close, wanted to soothe and coddle when he was in heat. His trilling was a soothing sound, meant to lull and comfort. His scent was soothing and relaxing as well, when he was calm and sedated. It was a lot of little things, that Naevys did that he just couldn’t help doing in heat.

Naevys’s cool hand curled around his erection and Isoloses let out a moan, his hips pushing up into Naevys’s hand. Naevys let out a giggle and started moving his hand up and down along the length of his erection. His grip was loose and soft, his hand not even trying to circle it fully, but it was just the right amount of pressure on his sore length that it had pleasure coursing through him. Isoloses let out a sigh, his eyes slipping shut as he felt Naevys’s tongue run along his scent gland. 

“How’s that, Alpha, “ Naevys purred, his other hand moving. Isoloses let out a moan when he felt Naevys running the tip of his pointer finger along the tip of his cock, smearing precum along the head of his cock as his other hand glided down his erection. 

“That’s nice,” Isoloses answered, letting his hands move to glide along Naevys’s pale thighs. Naevys let out a soft moan, his eyelashes fluttering a bit. Isoloses let his hands glide up a little more, gripping down into them. Naevys let out a soft moan as he shifted a bit, and it was then that Isoloses realized how wet he was. Isoloses’s hands slid up to Naevys’s hips, tugging him up so that their cocks were almost touching, and then led Naevys’s body forward a bit before rolling them over onto their side.

Naevys let out a giggle and shifted forward more on the bed in front of him, reaching the hand he was teasing the tip of Isoloses’s erection with up to adjust the cloth on his forehead.

“You be careful.” Naevys scolded, as he smoothed the cloth over his forehead. “You’ll stay cool and your nausea will stay away as long as you keep that on your head.” Naevys’s hand moved back to his cock a second later. Isoloses’s cock jerked a slight bit in response as his fingertips ran over the head of his cock, running through the precum beading at the tip of it playfully, spreading it around.  Isoloses nodded his head in agreement and smiled down at Naevys, fighting back a moan while bringing his hand down to wrap around Naevys’s cock gently. Naevys let out a moan and pushed forward into his hand, his eyes fluttering shut as his hand clenched around Isoloses’s erection. 

“I’ll be careful,” Isoloses promised, “Keep your hand moving, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses murmured, and Naevys nodded his head, and began moving his hand again, from the base of his cock to the tip and back down. Isoloses let out a groan and started tugging Naevys’s erection in his hand, matching the pace Naevys was using on his. Naevys let out a moan and shifted forward, closer to him, his hand moving faster as he looked into Isoloses’s eyes. 

“Ahh, my cock is so sensitive,” Naevys murmured breathlessly, shuddering a little as Isoloses ran his thumb over Naevys’s leaking tip. “Everything’s sensitive right now.” Isoloses nodded as Naevys’s hand twisted a little, his fingers so soft and cool that it made his brain melt a little.

“I feel ready to vibrate out of my skin,” He murmured, leaning down a bit to press his lips to Naevys’s forehead. Naevys whimpered and nudged him with his forehead a bit, making him pull away. Naevys tilted his head back and used his free hand to pull him closer, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss that had desire swimming through him and burning through his veins. 

Both of them were moving simultaneously, their lips dancing together lazily as they moved their hands. It was slow and soft, each movement of their hands barely a brush of skin against skin but it was enough to have Isoloses panting and Naevys letting out muffled moans into his mouth. Isoloses could hardly think beyond Naevys’s hand on his cock, and the breathless little moans he was letting out had Isoloses’s head swimming. It had to be illegal to have such a beautiful and entrancing voice, and an impossibility to sound so amazing when being pleasured in any way.

It had the same effect a siren’s call had on Isoloses, and he was easily succumbing to it. When he was so sensitive to the touch, every touch of Naevys’s hand brought intermingling pain and pleasure and it was so cool that it soothed the ache a bit. Naevys’s hips kept pushing forward into his hand just a bit, his legs jerking a bit on occasion from the overstimulation, and Isoloses knew he had to be getting close.

Naevys’s other hand wrapped around his cock at the base of it where his other hand had momentarily paused and it made Isoloses gasp, his eyes rolling back a little. Naevys’s hands began moving up and down his cock, squeezing just enough to make his hips push forward into Naevys’s grip. 

“What do I do when you knot?” Naevys asked a little breathlessly, pulling back just enough to get the words out. Isoloses made a noise in response, but it didn’t really make all that much sense, he couldn’t even figure out what he was saying. His last few brain cells were suffering as he tried to think enough to form a reply, the haze in his mind a lot deeper than he’d ever realized. After fucking for six days straight, his brain was practically just a melted glob in his head. He could scarcely think, and he was just… distracted.

Distracted by the way Naevys’s cool hands were wrapping around his length, the way they moved along it, his precum making it glide easily. It wasn’t nearly as tight as Naevys’s hole and he couldn’t lie it was a little relieving. He was pretty sure he was raw or at least was on the way to that. Naevys’s hole felt fantastic, but it was tighter than two coats of paint. It took a toll after a week or so of endless sex and started being a little much.  It still felt amazing, but the side effect was a rough day at work with his cock sore in his pants while his demon healing kicked in and healed him. It was annoyingly slow, though he knew it was worth it every single time he went through it.

Naevys’s grip tightening a bit brought him out of his thoughts and made him groan softly as he blinked and tried to clear the fog away. After a couple of seconds of trying, he managed to piece his thoughts together enough to formulate some kind of response.

“Just wrap your hands around it, and keep it warm,” Isoloses managed to get out, “It is a pain so if you don’t want to I can,” Isoloses murmured as an afterthought as Naevys’s hips pushed forward into his hand. Naevys nodded his head and moaned, his breath catching a little. “So beautiful, hm? A beautiful little omega,” Naevys let out a little moan as he nodded his head.

“Only for my Alpha,” Naevys purred, pushing up to press their lips back together. Isoloses let out a groan into his mouth, putting his hand on Naevys’s lower back, pulling him closer and holding him there. Naevys let out a moan as the head of his cock brushed against Isoloses’s abdomen, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered a bit, his hand stalling its movements. 

“Only for me?” Isoloses teased, unable to help it. He loved the way Naevys’s cheeks tinted with color and the adorable little half-scoff he did when Isoloses brought attention to it. It was just too cute to pass up, especially when his alpha was mainly in control.

“It goes without saying, doesn’t it?” Naevys murmured, for once not calling him on his bullshit. Isoloses let out a quiet chuckle and nodded.

“I suppose it does,” He remarked, tightening the grip around Naevys’s cock as he pulled him off between them, his lips catching Naevys’s. Naevys moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips forward, a breathless moan falling out of his lips. Isoloses felt the tremors run through Naevys’s body and felt the warmth of his release on his chest. Naevys let out a shaky groan into the kiss as he bucked his hips forward and rubbed himself against Isoloses’s abdomen as Isoloses pulled his hand away, letting out a quiet moan.

“Your turn, handsome.” Naevys drawled as he picked up the pace of his hands movements around Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses nodded his head and let out a groan as he pushed closer to Naevys, burying his face in Naevys’s neck. Naevys’s hands really felt amazing, he was keeping the pressure just enough to make him shudder and moan, but not enough that it would make him feel any significant pain, and fuck… it really felt good.

He let out a groan and pushed forward into Naevys’s hands again, rocking his hips in tandem with Naevys’s movements, and it didn’t take long for his knot to begin to swell. Naevys moved his hands down to curl around it, squeezing it just a little before he began massaging it between them. Isoloses let out a shaky breath, his eyes rolling back as he felt pleasure coursing through him. It didn’t feel the same as Naevys’s hole, but it was pleasurable enough that it kept growing beneath his hands. 

His release hit him as soon as his knot was fully inflated and his eyes rolled back and his hips pushed forward into his hands. Naevys let out a little noise and curled closer to Isoloses’s chest, nuzzling into his chest and letting out a happy trilling noise. 

“I can’t believe all this fits inside of me,” He murmured, letting out a little giggle. Isoloses nodded and nuzzled into the top of Naevys’s head. “I’ve never noticed how big it was when it was inside of me,” He mused breathlessly. Isoloses hummed quietly, letting out a groan as he looked down at Naevys. 

“You’re just that great,” Isoloses murmured, “Beautiful, sweet, fantastic,” He murmured, pressing a kiss against Naevys’s forehead with each word. Naevys let out another giggle, smirking a little.

“You’re just over-complementary because I’m holding your knot,” Naevys teased, squeezing his hands around his knot for emphasis. “Are you feeling better, though?” Isoloses nodded his head, rubbing his hand up Naevys’s back gently. Naevys nodded. “Good, let’s get some sleep, I think the rest of our cycles will be over when we wake.” Isoloses nodded, humming quietly as he shifted himself closer, nuzzling into his head and letting out a quiet sigh.

“I could do that,” Isoloses agreed. “Sleep well, Naevys.”

“Mhm, you too, Iso,” Naevys murmured, beginning to trill quietly as he let his eyes fall shut. The sound of his trilling filled the air and soothed Isoloses until he felt his eyes beginning to hood as he started drifting off to sleep. He was so tired it didn’t even take five whole minutes before his eyes were shutting, his knot kept warm in Naevys’s hands.

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Isoloses had Naevys’s heat down to a science after four hundred years. Naevys’s emotions run high and his hormones make him soft and pliant, open. As his alpha, Isoloses had to make sure that he accommodated Naevys’s primal urges–and it often indulged his own instincts as well. He had to be there for Naevys’s emotional moments, alleviate the pain that accompanies his never-ending heat, and ensure he was curled up into bed before he went home to Caelestes. This time it was different because when he woke up and realized his rut had broken, he didn’t have to leave.

Isoloses quickly pulled himself away from Naevys, who was curled around him as tightly as physically possible and pulled himself out of Naevys’s nest, and glanced down over him with a smile tugging up the corners of his lips. Buried in the middle of the nest, Naevys’s body was curled up a bit, and he sleepily reached out and grabbed at Isoloses’s pillow, pulling it closer to him. He wrapped his arms around it, pressing his face into it. 

Resting like he was, he looked adorable. His cheeks were slightly tinted still, his hair a mess and splayed across the pillow. One leg was hiked up a little farther than the other, and Isoloses could see that there was a significant amount of… fluids on his thighs, and Isoloses would wager a bet, his stomach. His ass was all bubbly and round, his hole only slightly gaping where it was visible between his cheeks. His rim was red and puffy, glistening with slick still from when his heat broke earlier in the night. 

Isoloses let out a tired sigh and turned towards the bathroom, going to take a shower and let Naevys sleep. Naevys had intense heats, he always had with Isoloses at the least, so he knew pretty much what Naevys wanted from him and needed from him. Naevys was docile and soft after an intense heat, and Isoloses could pamper and pet him until his heart’s content when Naevys was experiencing his post-heat glow.

After his shower, Isoloses poked his head out of the room and motioned over to one of the waitstaff in Naevys’s castle and quietly whispered out for them to bring all of Naevys’s favorite foods for Naevys to eat as soon as he woke up before he started cleaning up their bedroom. Clothes, cups, and just random shit was littering the floor, and Isoloses frankly had no idea how the room ended up in such disarray when they’d literally not left Naevys’s nest the entire time save for when they’d fucked in the window or went to the bathroom. 

Thankfully the food dishes were taken care of by the waitstaff during the week, but they had regular drink deliveries that often didn’t get picked back up because it was too inconvenient. Once the room was clean, he went to the bathroom and turned on the waterspout of Naevys’s garden tub, warming the water. He quickly walked over to where Naevys kept his bath elixirs and fished out the ones Naevys used after his heat and walked back over to the tub, stopping the drain. He poured the elixirs into the water and then went back to the bedroom.

Isoloses walked over to the dresser and started fishing out something to put Naevys in. Since he’d been wearing his shirt during his preheat, Isoloses decided that he was going to put Naevys in one of his shirts after his bath. He’d timed everything down to a science, he knew exactly how long he had for each task.

And right on time, Naevys began stirring on the bed behind him, his voice raspy and quiet, but Isoloses knew that he was calling him. Still bare-chested, he headed over to Naevys and brushed his fingers along his forehead softly, taking in the sight of his pouty, albeit subdued face.

“There’s my naughty little elf,” Isoloses purred, and Naevys’s pure black eyes gaze back at him with sleepy contempt. His eyes were lidded, his eyebrows furrowed, and his bottom lip poked out just the slightest bit. Isoloses pulled him up out of the bed, and Naevys immediately went from grumpy to pleased in a second as he shifted in Isoloses’s arms and got comfortable. “Let’s get you into a bath,” Naevys grunted in response, nuzzling into his neck as he trilled very quietly into his skin.

As Isoloses kicked open the bathroom door, steam billowed out and hit them both in the face. Naevys twitched and whined, but didn’t try to squirm around and escape as Isoloses carried him deeper into the room. As Isoloses set him into the tub carefully so that his skin could adjust to the temperature, Naevys hummed quietly. Hazy black eyes blink up at him as he pulled away, so Isoloses brushed his lips against Naevys’s. 

Naevys let out a little moan, releasing a wave of content pheromones, and it made Isoloses’s alpha hum with satisfaction. Naevys’s body relaxed back into the water and rested his head on the lip of the tub. Isoloses smiled and sat down on the step leading up into it before he began rubbing at Naevys’s lower abdomen, unable to fight back Mytherion’s face flashing through his head once again. 

Children, Isoloses mused tiredly, thoughtlessly. The idea didn’t sound that unappealing, even now that his rut had cleared and he was no longer thinking with alpha brain. He couldn’t help it, the conversation with Mytherion back before he’d left Caelestes kept running through his mind. Mytherion said if there was any way to fix what was wrong with him, he would take it when Isoloses asked if he’d even bother with it. It’d never originally gained much of a thought because Mytherion wanted kids, he just couldn’t have any. But now… Isoloses couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was something that Naevys wanted. 

“Do you know what we are doing after this bath?” Naevys mused quietly. Isoloses blinked down at him for a moment, contemplating.

“Sleeping, more than likely,” Isoloses admitted. Naevys nodded his head. “Only after you eat, though.” Naevys huffed and looked up at him with accusatory eyes. They clearly said ‘you did this to me’ and it made Isoloses’s heart tug a little. He knew that Naevys wasn’t really upset with him, he was just sore and whiny, and his hormones were still lowering so he was prickly and emotional.

“I’m tired. Why’s your dick gotta be so big, huh?” Naevys whined, water splashing around the tub as he shifted around and made himself comfortable. Isoloses let out a little chuckle and ran his fingers along Naevys’s abdomen and along his belly button. Naevys giggled, his slim, wet fingers carding through Isoloses’s hair. Isoloses shivered a little as a few beads of water dripped down his neck but he nuzzled into Naevys’s hand anyway.

“Is that a compliment or a complaint, I genuinely can’t tell,” Isoloses admitted, making Naevys shake his head. 

“It’s neither,” He grumbled.

“Mhm,” Isoloses agreed, rolling his eyes a little as he shifted closer to him. “Ready for me to wash you, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ?” Naevys hummed and shook his head stubbornly, making Isoloses tug up an eyebrow. “Then what can I do to convince you to let me wash you,” Isoloses questioned. Naevys hummed.

“Well, there is one thing I can think of,” Naevys said, making Isoloses chuckle and nod expectantly. “Get in with me. Then I’ll let you wash me.” Isoloses nodded his head, smiling as he slipped out of his sweatpants and slid into the tub behind Naevys. Isoloses blood heated up a little as Naevys leaned back against his chest and leaned his head over. Isoloses leaned down, unable to help himself as he nuzzled into the arch of Naevys’s neck, taking in the bites and hickies that littered the expanse of his pale body. They were everywhere, beautifully vibrant against his pale skin.

He couldn’t help but love the way they look, and it made his alpha feel a sense of pride when he sees the marks littering Naevys’s skin. Isoloses really liked knowing that Naevys was marked as his, proudly so. He never wanted anyone else to touch him at the moment, a selfish notion but he was… instinct-heavy still. 

“Mine,” Isoloses murmured into Naevys’s neck, listening to the quiet hum that Naevys let out in response. Post-heat Naevys indulged him, perhaps a little too much, but Isoloses wasn’t going to complain about that either. He loved it, admittedly. Perhaps a bit too much.

Isoloses sets out to begin washing Naevys’s hair. Using just his fingers, he worked on the tiny little knots that had accumulated over the past six days. Naevys trilled and hummed as he brushed his hair, his eyes fluttering shut as he dozed off in his arms. Occasionally he’d stir and would nuzzle into Isoloses’s touch openly, little pleased noises falling out of his mouth. Isoloses smiled a bit and shampooed his hair twice before he put conditioner into it and let it sit while he washed the rest of Naevys’s body. 

In all, the whole process took around forty-five minutes because there was a lot of cum in Naevys’s hair. And Isoloses wasn’t even really sure how that even happened but what could he say? They’d fucked so much over the past few days that he was sure his brain had melted out of his head on at least one occasion… his mind was a blur of the past six days, Naevys’s orgasm face was all but ingrained in his psyche at this point, and his scent was intermingled with Isoloses’s so well that Isoloses couldn’t distinguish between his scent and Naevys’s anymore. It made his alpha happy, a little too happy.

After his bath, Isoloses carried him back to the nest, which had been remade in their absence, and had his after-heat meal sitting delicately out on a tray on top of it. Isoloses knew Naevys had to eat to replenish energy after a heat–but he had the opposite problem. He couldn’t eat after a rut, it made him feel nauseated–thanks to the post-rut illness he suffered with, it would actually make him sicker to eat. He couldn’t eat when nauseated. Period. As Naevys ate, Isoloses ran his fingers through Naevys’s hair, combing it out. Naevys had a brush, but Isoloses didn’t know where he kept it. Plus he was pretty sure Naevys preferred this.

Hell, he could hardly quiet his delighted trilling to eat. Naevys wanted a lot of physical contact after his heat, and who was Isoloses to complain when he wanted a lot of physical contact period? He didn’t really have a limit. He just wanted to be with Naevys. At the moment, his mind was too… hazed to be thinking about this, he shouldn’t be contemplating children or forever with Naevys… 

But after a rut, he was in an emotionally vulnerable place as well. Ruts were exhausting, his body ached, his cock throbbed–and in no way that brought pleasure by any means. His mind was laggy and disoriented, and all he could think about the entire time that Naevys ate was Mytherion and… well, the antidote that he had come up with. 

For one, it’d allow him to do what Naevys seemed to–even if on a baser level– wanted him to… but there were other reasons for taking it other than that. If he reversed what his father did to him with that injection, he wouldn’t suffer his post-rut illness anymore. He knew that wasn’t normal. Isandro could go on leave for his rut and he came back glowing after his, he wasn’t ill and neither were the demons he was around in the army. It wasn’t wholly uncommon for the alphas he worked with to rut with other alphas when they hit their cycles and were away from home. 

Most of them were single anyway, the Royal Army of Caelestes didn’t really leave a lot of time for romance. Rutting with other alphas… he’d never attempted. Before Isandro got married he’d done it a time or two, and Isoloses had fled their tent and slept in a clearing under the stars each time. It wasn’t that he was bothered that Isandro was doing it with an alpha, there were just some things he wasn’t really keen on witnessing and that was two alphas–one of which was related to him–rolling around fighting for dominance naked. Isandro was great, but no amount of money in the world made him want to watch that exchange.

“Isoloses,” Naevys murmured, making Isoloses glance down at him. “I’m tired.” Isoloses laughed a little and grabbed the tray, crawling out of the nest to place it on the stand for the waitstaff to collect it. He’d eaten everything , not even a crumb was left remaining. Isoloses almost laughed, Naevys was adorable doing literally everything post-heat. Isoloses climbed back into the nest beside him and curled around his back, lacing his arm around Naevys’s waist. Naevys let out a sleepy, quiet trill, his eyes fluttering shut. “I like you being here,” Naevys murmured tiredly, shifting back closer to him.

“I like being here,” Isoloses murmured, for lack of a better response and brain functionality. Naevys smelled so good, like apples and rain, soothing, lulling. He couldn’t use his brain to think critically, not right now when he was exhausted and so was Naevys. Naevys let out a quiet hum and wrapped his hands around Isoloses’s hand, shuffling back towards him. “Goodnight, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Naevys nodded.

“Goodnight, Alpha,” Naevys mused playfully, pulling Isoloses’s hand up to his face. He pressed a kiss to the palm of Isoloses’s hand and trilled quietly, trailing kisses along it for a moment before he looked up over his shoulder. 

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It’d been about a day and a half since the end of Isoloses’s rut, and Naevys’s heat and they had only just pulled themselves out of bed when the light moon was rising. It was just a mere coincidence even that they woke up at dawn because they had zero plans to actually do so. Naevys went to shower immediately, dressing before he headed to his office to ‘handle backed up paperwork’ and left Isoloses to his own devices. So he found himself wandering around Alyvahone, looking in the shop’s windows for gifts for Naevys.

He’d managed to sleep through the rest of his post-rut illness thanks to Naevys’s elixirs and he felt better than he’d ever felt coming out of a rut. When Isoloses turned down a road, he caught sight of a building with a familiar name written across the window in delicate script, too perfect and spaghetti-like for him to make out most of it, but he recognized one thing. The blue-haired vampire he’d met at Naevys’s castle before his heat standing in the doorway of the office.

For a brief moment, he hesitated, but Uysasera turned to face him as if he knew he was looking. Isoloses let out a deep breath and walked forward, his hand hesitating as he looked at the knob of the door. He grasped it and carefully turned it, walking inside. Uysasera smiled a little as he ran his pretty blue eyes over his face.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Uysa drawled, leaning his hip against the doorway to his office. “Did you come here for a talk?” Isoloses hesitated, his mind flashing back to when he’d been in a rut and Mytherion’s face flashed through his mind. He paused for a moment, seemingly undecided. “Well, since you need to make up your mind, would you mind accompanying me to the tavern for a meal? I’ll buy you food if you want.” Isoloses nodded, biting his lip. “Well then, get the door for me, like a gentleman, and I’ll buy you lunch.”

Isoloses nodded and pulled open the door, motioning for him to go ahead. Uysasera nodded and walked forward, grabbing his coat off of a coat rack Isoloses had paid no mind to when he’d come inside. After pulling his over-the-shoulder bag on, Uysa traipsed out the door and walked forward, looking around the crowded city streets, and then to the sky.

“Ah, a beautiful morning for a walk,” Uysa said, looking back over his shoulder and motioning for Isoloses to follow him. Isoloses nodded and quickly fell into step beside him, glancing around the streets. “I almost didn’t recognize you with the mask and the hood. One would think you were up to no good if you didn’t look so much like a lost puppy.” 

“I prefer it to…” Walking around like he was proud of who he was. Couldn’t really say that to a shrink, it didn’t even sound good to him and he was a train wreck with all of that shit. “It just feels less like people are looking at me,” He muttered.

“Well, perhaps that is the case,” Uysa said, “But what is wrong with people looking at you?” He fished.

“It just makes me nervous when people stare,” Isoloses said, lowering his eyes a bit. Uysasera let out a hum of inquiry and turned down a street, motioning towards the tavern in front of them. Alyvahone was smaller than Ilyenasera was, and nothing really took that long to travel to on foot. It was really no surprise that few people had carriages or anything to get around, most people lived around the city. Those who didn’t were like Cassian and Naevys, who both lived a little way out, Cassian more than Naevys. Naevys could teleport, and Cassian could too, but they both had Carriages. Most beings seemed to have some way to travel quickly without problem, really, so it didn’t seem necessary for people to have carriages. 

Plus with the packed streets, it’d be dangerous. Their streets were very narrow, to accommodate the many, many businesses that littered the streetside. It was cozy and packed together, with a very inviting kind of feel to it. 

Uysasera stopped in front of the tavern and Isoloses immediately reached down and pushed open the door for them, making Uysasera hum as he walked into the tavern. The tavern is small and the insides are dimly lit. The ground floor windows each have flower boxes sporting evergreen shrubs, and there were vines hanging down from the roof of it. The tavern is split over two levels, with food and drink served in a large ground floor area and with fairly large bedrooms on the floor above. It seemed to be a different tavern from the one Isoloses went to the last time he was in town.

“This place has absolutely decadent red velvet drinks,” Uysasera mused, walking to the bar to order his food and tugging Isoloses behind him. After they both ordered, they took their drinks and went to pick out a table to sit at as they waited on their food. As they waited, Isoloses found himself looking over Uysasera’s drink, his stomach churning a little. ‘Red Velvet’ might be code for blood, Isoloses realized as he watched the gross-colored drink swirl in his cup.

“So, what’s been on your mind lately?” Uysasera asked curiously, taking a sip of his drink. “I assume you have something on your mind, you’ve scarcely looked me in the eye this evening.” Isoloses sighed deeply, and downed half of the lager he ordered, before looking up at Uysasera. His eyes ran over Uysasera contemplatively.

“Say you… had this option,” Isoloses said, leaning forward a little. “To correct something that is wrong with you, but… you don’t feel you deserve that problem to be fixed?” He paused for a moment.

“Well, I think first I’d need to know what the problem is,” Uysasera said, humming softly. “I can’t give you advice on something without knowing the nature of the said problem, at the least.”

“Well, it’s got to do with mating cycles…” Isoloses murmured shyly. “See, I can’t have… children. You know, with Naevys or anyone else,” he paused for a moment, slightly embarrassed. Uysasera nodded his head, managing to hide any shock he might be feeling remarkably well. “But… I found out that there might be something the Royal Doctor in Caelestes can do to reverse what created the problem in the first place.”

“Ahh,” He hummed, tapping his fingers against his glass.

“So what would you do? Should I… fix it? Do I deserve to fix it?” Isoloses rushed out, before downing more of his lager. 

“Hmm what would I do?” Uysasera hummed, sipping on his drink. “Well, personally I prefer drinking to child-rearing, to be honest.” He giggled a little as he took a drink of his drink. “Should you fix it? I think that’s really up to you,” Isoloses bit his lips a little and glanced around the tavern. “As for your final question, who is to say you do not? I find no reason that you should be sterilized. Participation in a war your father waged does not take away your rights to autonomy. If you wish to have kids, or if you just want to have the option for the future, who can really blame you?” Uysasera mused.

“Everyone whose family I took away from them during the war?” Isoloses asked, putting emphasis on the word during . Uysasera was about to speak, but the waitress who made their drinks popped up beside their table and began setting their plates down without even speaking. She was quick, and disappeared almost as soon as she had appeared, making Isoloses blink a couple of times in surprise. 

“Isoloses, I think the biggest mistake you can make is making a decision based on what people who don’t know the full story believe or feel.” Uysasera said, “I understand the idea, you took their family so you should not be allowed to have one of your own, am I correct?” Isoloses nodded sheepishly. “You having no family will not return their families to them. I won’t lie to you and tell you that no one has lost family because of you, but I will say this. Those who fought, went into it knowing the repercussions and many beings fled realms to escape the fight.” Isoloses bit his lip. 

“What does that matter?” Isoloses asked.

“At the point where Caelestes was invading regularly and everyone in the twenty-seven realms knew it was a possibility, there were many escape plans hatched by the governing officials.” Uysasera said, “The realms who could simply created escape realms. The ones who couldn’t built up border control and the ones who had no troubles took in refugees. It was not ideal, but they had multiple options and they chose to remain. That doesn’t discount their death, however, they made the decision to accept whatever outcome came from them staying and fighting. And trust me, everyone knew it was a losing battle.” 

“That doesn’t really make me feel any better,” Isoloses admitted.

“Well, often the truth doesn’t soothe your feelings.” Uysasera said, “However, my point is, that while most of the beings who stayed to fight died, their families and they alike had already said goodbye beforehand.” Uysasera paused for a moment, “That provided a certain amount of choice for the ones fighting, and a certain amount of acceptance and closure for the ones whose family remained to fight. And while I’m sure you could beat yourself up for every single life you’ve taken, I don’t believe you deserve to bear the full weight of the guilt.”

“But I was on the winning side,” Isoloses said, “when I shouldn’t have been.” 

“I get the feeling that you know you made a mistake with the side you chose, and I also get the feeling that you’ve been drowning in guilt for centuries. No decent being with any sort of empathy would want you to continue to do so when it is clearly eating you alive.” Uysasera said, looking up at him. “Isoloses, tell me this, hm? Were you to continue feeling guilty like this, how long do you think it’d take for you to take your own life?” 

“I haven’t up until this point,” Isoloses said.

“And why is that?” Uysasera questioned.

“Because I’m not ready to die. I… want a better relationship with Ilsa, and I want to stay with Naevys.” Isoloses said, and Uysasera nodded his head. “Naevys, mainly, though. I know that might sound kinda bad, maybe, but I… find a lot of comfort from being around him.” Isoloses murmured.

“Everyone needs a reason to live, and if yours is Naevys, perhaps that’s good enough for now,” Uysasera said. “Ideally you will come to value your own existence, but until that happens as long as you still have a reason to try that is enough for me.”

“So what should I do about… the thing ?” Isoloses asked because he wasn’t sure if he were really ready to tackle ‘the value of his own existence’ yet. Perhaps after a few more lagers and maybe a few shots of something strong he’d consider it, but not sober… not yet.  “The mating thing?”

“I believe that if you are thinking this hard about it, you must, to some point desire this, yes?” Uysasera asked. Isoloses hesitated for a moment. Did he? Did Naevys? It seemed logical, to some degree. Naevys was the last of the high elves and while he couldn’t fully preserve the bloodlines, it’d be in his best interest to preserve it… and the only way to do that was to have kids. But did Naevys want them… with him? Could he even ask him for that? Was he presumptuous for even considering it? It seemed like it, honestly.

“I…” He broke off after a moment, “I… do, I think. I… I mean, at least with Naevys.” 

“Perhaps you should talk to Naevys, then.” Uysasera suggested, “Though I believe this could be a moment of growth for you. Making the decision that you deserve to have a family is a big step towards your recovery.” 

“How so?” Isoloses asked.

“It’s you planting roots, settling down. You’re thinking about the future more, envisioning a more positive future than a negative one.” Uysasera explained. “If you want it, and you have the means to fix it, I say go for it. Check with Naevys first, he’d be pissed if you made a decision like this without consulting him first.” Uysasera tacked in.

“Of course,” Isoloses said, gulping down another swig of his lager, frowning as he finished it off. He did not know how to bring this up to Naevys, though. He had never known how to express his own feelings. He was going to have to really think about how to present this to Naevys because the last thing he wanted was to upset him or make him feel pressured. He wanted it to be a good thing, at least… he hoped it would be.

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Isoloses made it back from the tavern with Uysasera and his mind was buzzing with activity from his earlier conversation with Uysasera. He felt something that wasn’t exactly bad and he while he couldn’t really discern what he was feeling precisely, it was… relieving in an odd way. He had never considered children as a possibility, nor a question… but he’d also been convinced he couldn’t have them, and based on that alone it was easier to not want them than it was to want them and not be able to have them.

It was daunting really because while what Uysasera said made a lot of sense, he just wasn’t… certain. He was worried Naevys was going to freak out mainly. They weren’t really committed despite the relationship they had and it was… difficult to know if Naevys was thinking the exact thing that he was at some points.

While Isoloses knew that Naevys had some sort of affection for him, he didn’t know if his feelings matched the ones Isoloses had. And, Isoloses didn’t even know what his own feelings were when it came to Naevys. He knew that Naevys made everything better, even if he was still well aware that everything still sucked he felt better just because he was near Naevys. It wasn’t magic or anything, but it worked for him.

Naevys was like the light at the end of the tunnel or something cheesy like that. He symbolized hope and peace for Isoloses, he was… he was home to Isoloses. He was nice and warm and provided something that was actually good for him to serve. Isoloses wasn’t a leader, he’d never been one, and he had no idea how to handle it long-term. No, he needed someone to tell him what to do. More specifically, Naevys . He didn’t want anyone else.

He was… Naevys is special. He’s different.

He didn’t feel awful when he was with Naevys, he didn’t feel guilty much, or even focus on negatives… which is… something. Something complicated, and something that examining was daunting to think about. Isoloses was invested in Naevys, he knew that, but he didn’t need to make it worse, to make it deeper, if he didn’t have to. The feelings Naevys inspired in his life were not the ones that belonged there. Even before his father fucked with his genetics, he was still evil, a demon, and he didn’t have room in his life for commitment .

He didn’t deserve to be close to Naevys like this. Now that he was free of his father’s command, even with the ability and freedom to mate with whomever he wanted, he felt like he was too ruined anyway. He wanted to pull himself apart, to watch the pieces of the horrible life he’d lived fall apart at the seams and disintegrate into nothingness. He was a monster, with a legacy of destruction and unease. He wasn’t… he wasn’t good enough for Naevys.

Why should he be allowed to touch Naevys, who deserved so much more than him? Why should he ask Naevys something like this when he couldn’t even be certain Naevys was serious about him?

Even with all of that in his head, though… he wanted Naevys. He wanted to spend his life chasing after Naevys as he goes about spreading light everywhere.

“Excuse me, sir?” A soft, feminine voice came from behind him and he turned around, taking in the sight of the maid standing behind him. He hadn’t even realized it, but he’d stopped in front of Naevys’s office door and was just standing there like a jackass. “I-I just was going to u-uh offer to open the t-the door if you needed assistance.” She said, stepping back a little as if he might attack her. He fought back the urge to sigh deeply as he shook his head.

“I can open a door, I was just lost in thought.” He muttered under his breath and raised his hand to knock on Naevys’s office door.

“Come in,” Naevys called, and Isoloses pushed open the door, stepping inside the office and shutting the door behind him. Naevys glanced up from his desk and smiled a bit, his black eyes gleaming a little with something. “Isoloses I needed to talk to you, so you’re right on time,” Naevys said, standing up from his desk before he walked over to his file cabinet and began digging through it.

“Oh, what about?” Isoloses asked, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind.

“Isandro is looking for you,” Naevys said, leaning over to grab a file before he turned to face Isoloses. “You need to go look for him before he begins looking for you a little too close to home.” Isoloses let out a sigh and bit into his bottom lip.

“Why is he looking for me? I just left.” Isoloses complained.

“I don’t know, I didn’t see that far ahead,” Naevys said, walking forward towards his desk before taking his seat and flipping through the pages of the file. “I just know he’s looking for you,” He let out a little huff, shutting the file by slamming his hand down on top of it.

“Are you upset?” Naevys shook his head and let out a little groan.

“That’s not it.” He said snarkily, his head tilting forward as he pulled the documents from below the file to the top and then picked up his pen and began scribbling down a bunch of oddly shaped numbers or something.

“I can go see what he wants and come right back.” Isoloses offered, and Naevys let out a sigh, his face blanking a bit as Isoloses caught sight of the vines crawling up the wall behind him a little. “Or I could just go tell him to fuck off,” Naevys shook his head.

“You just don’t get it,” Naevys murmured, tapping the end of the pen against the paper he was writing on. “It’s not so simple as… me wanting you to do any one thing.” Naevys sighed deeply. “It’s–” He broke off, his eyes darkening.

“It’s what ?” Isoloses pressed.

“You just got here.” He said, his eyes narrowing a little. “I just wasn’t planning on letting go of the leash so soon.” He bristled. Isoloses nodded his head and walked forward, walking behind Naevys’s chair and leaning over it to wrap his arms around Naevys’s shoulders. He stiffened a little, his cheeks darkening. “What are you doing?”

“Being affectionate,” Isoloses murmured. Naevys huffed a little.

“Do you intend to squeeze me into a better mood?” Naevys questioned, tilting his head a bit and Isoloses shrugged.

“Is it working?” Isoloses questioned, making Naevys hum.

“Not particularly, but you aren’t squeezing very hard,” Naevys muttered, smiling faintly. Isoloses squeezed him a little harder, making him grunt quietly. “Anyway, where have you been?” Naevys asked, pressing his nose against Isoloses’s shirtsleeve. “You smell like Uysasera.” He grumbled a little.

“He took me to lunch,” Isoloses explained easily, and Naevys nodded.

“I didn’t realize you two had met,” Naevys said. Isoloses nodded his head, biting his lip. “I approve of your choice of friends.” He muttered, before shifting a bit. Isoloses let go of him and he reached for his pen, grasping onto it and beginning to write something on the paper in front of him.

“Well, this… Isandro thing actually brings up something I wanted to… get your… uh… not permission, but kind of. I mean, no that’s not what I was trying to say.” Isoloses said, shaking his head a little as he walked around Naevys’s desk and plopped down in the wooden chair. Naevys paused, his blank expression somehow falling blanker.

“Oh, what do you want permission for?” Naevys asked, somewhat cautiously. Isoloses shook his head.

“No, I just… I uh. Before I left… Caelestes, Mytherion–you know, the Royal doctor? The guy who followed me around for two years chirping about my shoulder?” Naevys nodded. “He found a cure… for my little uh… problem… you know, with the uh, nizzle-drizzle problem.” Naevys blinked a couple of times.

“What?” Naevys asked, raising an eyebrow. “How much alcohol did Uysasera allow you to consume?” Isoloses shook his head.

“You know the… problem with my…” He motioned down towards his dick with an embarrassed look on his face, his cheeks heating up a little.

“Oh… Oh. “ Naevys paused for a moment, sitting his pen down. “You mean, your cum.” Isoloses’s cheeks heated up more, his head nodding. “So what does that mean? For you, I mean.”

“Well… I don’t want to get your hopes up for anything magnificent.” Isoloses said, pausing for a moment. “But… Myth thinks that he can fix my… my cum. So it’s not dead, you know if I… if I decide to do it.” Naevys hummed, leaning forward a bit.

“You know that… I could get pregnant during my heat if you do that.” Naevys said, and Isoloses nodded his head hesitantly. “Is that… something you want?” He didn’t sound angry, nor did he sound entirely surprised.

“If it’s… if it’s with you,” Isoloses admitted quietly, his eyes lowering a little as uncertainty passed through him. Not uncertainty over the decision, but over having even mentioned this to Naevys in the first place. He should’ve had the foresight to know it was a bad idea. It was embarrassing, and Naevys… well, of course,  he wouldn’t want to have kids with him. They were not even serious together.

“You should get the injection…” Naevys said, looking over at him from across the desk. “I am okay with the risk, as long as you take accountability for your actions, that is.”

“You mean…” He trailed off for a moment, his eyes widening. “You’re… okay with the idea of having kids together?”

“ A child. Singular.“ Naevys said, sticking his finger up to symbolize the number one. “One.” He said firmly. “So control your jizz, you got that?”

“I’ll do my best!” Isoloses said, nodding his head. “I’ll take care of you, you won’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of everything you want, I’ll bathe you and cuddle you and feed you and give you my cock whenever you want–” Naevys hummed and put his hand up.

“I know,” Naevys said, pausing for a moment. “You’re the perfect mate. You’ll be a great father.” It was quiet and whispered, barely said above a whisper. Isoloses could hardly breathe for a moment. He couldn’t really process the words being said to him for a minute unable to process Naevys referring to him  as perfect in any way, and his mind couldn’t quite wrap around the fact that Naevys had mentioned mates along with it.

He couldn’t help the excitement he felt, or the despair either one. On one hand, the admission made him happy. It was exactly what he wanted–Naevys, forever. He couldn’t escape the nagging voice in his head that whispered; you do not deserve this. It wasn’t entirely wrong, and that made his head hurt and his chest feel a little hollow.

Isoloses hated himself, he wanted to pull himself apart. He wanted to take apart the very fabric of his being and atone for his crimes. He wanted to punish himself for the terrible things he’d done, but… he had always gone to Naevys to hide from his thoughts. He ran to Naevys and pretended that he had any right to even be there. As if he ever had that right, to begin with. But… Naevys always welcomed him back. Naevys deserved more than what Isoloses could give him, and that was unquestionable.

Isoloses… well he didn’t know what he deserved himself. For years, he’d relied solely on the fact that he could always come to Naevys when things were too hard for him. He knew that he could crawl into Naevys’s arms whenever the weight of everything was too much. Perhaps he was a little drunk, he couldn’t even remember how many lagers he ended up having while talking to Uysasera, but… the fact that he’d never mated with Naevys; had never given him the mating bond he deserved…

Well, he thought it like he had something of value to offer Naevys when that wasn’t even true. Naevys deserved more than he could ever hope to offer him.

He wanted to have more to offer. He wanted to be more than he was.

He wasn’t and he’s not , but he wanted to be so much. For himself to some degree, because he hated feeling how he felt  but… mainly for Naevys–so that Naevys could have what he deserved. Isoloses wasn’t really sure when he started thinking of himself as something–something worth wanting for more than just a toy.

Isoloses didn’t know what he wanted to do about this. He still hadn’t figured out what he should do about it. It was something that he’d never even considered a possibility because he’d been so sure it would never, ever happen. But… he knew what Naevys thought. Isoloses also knew one thing for certain… as long as it was with Naevys, he knew he wanted it. Life, death, family or not, he didn’t care. He just wanted to be wherever Naevys was.

“Isoloses, you should leave for Caelestes tonight. I don’t want your brother to find out that you and Ilsa are both here.” Naevys said, making Isoloses sigh. “Isandro could take Ilsa’s presence here in a very unsatisfactory way, and that’s the last thing we want to have happen. The treaty between our realms is too new to have something like this coming to light.”

“Well, at least let me grab my golden fiddle,” Isoloses drawled, pulling himself up out of the chair.

“Pick up your sword from the weapons room. There’s no telling why he’s looking for you, so I want you prepared.” Naevys demanded. “Oh… and Isoloses be careful,” Naevys muttered, picking up his pen. Isoloses walked around his desk once again, turning his desk chair around and pulling him up out of the chair, curling his arms around his waist. Naevys let out an annoyed huff, but curled his arms around his waist and buried his face in Isoloses’s chest.

“Master,” Isoloses murmured, “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Naevys nodded his head.

“Send me letters so I know you’re okay.” He muttered, and Isoloses nodded his head.

“Of course.” Isoloses agreed. Naevys nodded and ushered him to the door of his office, smiling a little as he pulled open the door and pushed him out of the room.

“Be a good boy. I love you.” Naevys said, and then as if he hadn’t even meant to say it, his eyes widened a bit and he slammed the door shut in his face. Isoloses stared at the door for a moment in stunned silence, his jaw-dropping a little. He didn’t try to get him to come back, he knew that was a lost cause. When Naevys shut the door, he wasn’t opening it again and Isoloses knew that. He couldn’t help the smile that slipped across his face though or the warmth that spread through him at hearing  Naevys say I love you.

Hell, his day just got a lot better, somehow.

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Naevys was an immortal, the oldest left of his kind, the last of his kind. He’d seen the realm he grew up in turn to ash, a barren wasteland of nothing. He’d moved his people to Cassian’s realm, and watched the land transform from almost dead to very much alive. He’d watched villages build themselves into cities, friends, lovers, and allies coming and leaving. He’d watched everyone he loved die, with thousands of years’ worth of memories carved into the back of his skull like hieroglyphics in caves. He’d watched generations enter and leave the realm, and it repeats, on and on, time flying by and left him feeling as if he’d miss the seasons change with each blink of an eye.  

For centuries, he’d been content observing life as it flowed around him, detached and distant from the ones around him. Sometime in the past eight to nine hundred years, however, he became aware of an odd sense of emptiness that engulfed him, a strange longing that’d not go away no matter the number of bedmates he had. He entertained the thought very little, pushing it to the back of his mind, and for a few decades, his longing  had been satiated. 

In the end, however, the feeling always returns to him when he is alone. As settled as he was as Cassian’s second, as fulfilled a life as he had lived, as many adventures as he’d gone on in a hunt for some meaning… he was always left with the endless feeling of missing something . 

Until the Siphon of Destruction managed to siphon a hole in the witches’ wards surrounding the realm. It shouldn’t have been possible, really, but Naevys had seen it coming–though he couldn’t predict the time or the exact location because he hadn’t seen distinguishing markers. 

It wasn’t until his eyes locked with Isoloses’s that he felt something spark in him that he’d not felt in centuries. Naevys had felt a shock of excitement as he fought Isoloses the first time, it had been intense and it was a close fight. The only reason Naevys had the upper hand was his vines. Without them, he could’ve easily lost that night. He was not only strong, but he was also  ruthless and an impressive swordsman. His precision and timing were lacking, he had many things he could fix about his methods but there was one thing Naevys was sure of… he didn’t lose fights often.

Making a pact with him had been the best possible outcome of the scenario he found himself in, based on what he had seen when he’d looked to the future. He had many things he had to be sure of when making a decision. Each little decision had to be carefully thought out, and each plan measured absolutely and without room for failure–unless that was a part of the plan. And yet, the decision with Isoloses had been… split second. He’d given himself no time to go over other options, pros or cons. He’d merely agreed. He knew better than to do that.

Immortality had given him more suffering than joy if he were being honest, and he’d built walls around his heart because he didn’t want anyone near him. He didn’t want another person in his life that could be wielded against him, another person to die in front of him while he continued to live on. The walls he built, were meant to last and had through multiple lost loved ones, friends, allies, lovers, and yet–

When his eyes met Isoloses’s something in his chest cracked, and Isoloses slipped into him. Isoloses was reckless. Self-destructive. Ruthless. A warrior, strong and capable. He was on the path to dying soon. But–Isoloses was also kind. Despite seeing way too many battles, he was still surprisingly sweet and affectionate. He would humor his whims no matter how nonsensical they were, lavishing him with gifts and attention. Even his eyes, the way they hungrily followed his moves… it was arousing.

They burned with desire, the same way they did during battles or rounds of high-stakes poker. It’s not the same as his normal expression, the one he wears when he thinks no one is paying attention. They are not dull, flat, or empty. Instead, they are bright, lucid, and alive, and it thrilled him to know that he was the one to draw it out instead of an intense battle or an exciting round at the poker table. Maybe it was simply the way he looked at him as if he were trying to will away his clothing with his mind. Perhaps it was his lust-addled mind deluding itself, but there was something uniquely enticing about being desired the way Isoloses desired him.

No one has ever dared to look at him in such a way before.

Isoloses is still close, much too close for mere acquaintances or just a fling, close enough to where his scent was ingrained in his home. He should scarcely trust a word from Isoloses’s mouth, and yet he still… did. Isoloses face was perfectly trained, capable of jumping from calm and collected to sarcastic and flippant with ease, whatever the situation called for there was a mask to match it. Naevys tried to keep in mind he was sleeping with the enemy, that he would say or do whatever was needed of him, and that he was loyal to none other than his king and had no obligation to divulge the truth to anyone else. 

He really had no logical reason to fret over Isoloses’s possible dishonesty, and yet he couldn’t help but do so. It’s such a silly thing to worry about when Isoloses couldn’t lie to him. Isoloses was shameless, fearless, and  hopeless. He’d tell Naevys anything he wanted to know. He trusted him, blindly, fully, completely. It was… endearing. Isoloses was endearing. He could still remember the first time he thought about Isoloses.

The air in the room was filled with the lingering scent of sweat and sex. A warm, hard body was intertwined with his, Naevys’s back to Isoloses’s chest, an arm wrapped possessively around his waist as Isoloses nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The ends of his hair tickled a slight bit, and his jawline was covered in stubble that was prickling and slightly irritating but he didn’t quite mind it. Well, not entirely. He did mind it, to some extent, but at the same time, it wasn’t the most unpleasant feeling he was sure he’d experienced. 

A content hum slipped through Naevys’s lips as Isoloses’s fingers brushed ever so slightly against his skin, moving his head just enough to press a kiss to Naevys’s ear. The brief touch of Isoloses’s lips against his skin made Naevys shiver a little, and he couldn’t fight back the urge to shift and moan quietly as the knot inside of him moved. Isoloses let out a quiet hiss, his arm squeezing around his waist. Gently, subtly. Affectionately.

Another shiver wracked him as Isoloses’s fingers ghosted along the bump on his lower abdomen where Isoloses’s cock was pushing against his walls, sending pleasure swirling through him. Isoloses didn’t apply pressure when he definitely could’ve, Isoloses’s touch was completely innocent  in the aftershocks of his orgasm, subdued. Gentle. 

The kind of touch that said he was afraid to break him, afraid to touch him too roughly. A sweet notion, one so soft it didn’t match the man behind him at all. Really, Naevys knew already that Isoloses wasn’t nearly as stoic as he pretended to be however it never failed to catch him off guard when he was so openly affectionate. Naevys didn’t know how to take it. He had never done well with receiving affection, and–he didn’t know how to interpret the way it made him feel inside. 

“Go to sleep, Isoloses,” Naevys murmured, making Isoloses huff behind him and scoot even closer to his back. 

“I don’t want to. That means I have to leave sooner.” Naevys sighed. He was aware, a part of him was excited about that time. Another part of him… wanted to cling a little tighter to Isoloses’s arm. He’s endearing in his own way, Naevys thought, pressing a kiss to the back of Isoloses’s hand softly. 

“Lord Naevys,” Laiex said, drawing Naevys from his memories. “I have returned from seeing Isoloses off,” Naevys nodded and waved his hand flippantly, pouring himself a glass of Ɗɦẚꬶóƙḥ–an elven alcoholic drink. It tasted of wildflowers and fruit, but it had a kick like a mule. Elven alcohols can be very strong, and this one was one of the stronger ones.

“Did he make it alright?” Naevys asked, swirling his drink around in the Glencairn-style glass he was holding in his hand. Laiex nodded his head.

“Yes, Lord Naevys,” Laiex said. “…If I may speak so boldly, are you ever going to allow me to organize your shelf of courting gifts? It is quite unsightly how messy your office has become.” Naevys sighed and waved his hand for a moment before he downed half of his drink. 

“Courting gifts? Whatever do you mean?” Naevys said. Laiex let out a sigh, motioning towards the shelf.

“The shelf that you had built to put all the knickknacks, trinkets, objects–just everything that Isoloses brings you, Lord Naevys.” Naevys pulled his eyebrows together, confusion running through him. “Don’t you think someone should organize them?” Naevys sighed and stood up, waving his hand.

“Go ahead, do as you will.” He agreed, walking over to the window of his office and peering out, looking over the sky. It was dark and empty tonight, the dark moon barely visible against the sky. He was unsure why he felt so unsettled knowing that Isoloses was in Caelestes. Perhaps it was just the inevitable question that has always run through his mind. The little voice in the back of his head that whispers; He’s not coming back, you know… every single time grated on his nerves.  

His earlier slip of the tongue was ever-present in his mind, despite doing his best not to think about it. Isoloses had, admittedly, for once caught him off guard. More with the children thing than anything else. He couldn’t lie and say that he’d never thought about it, though the thought had never taken root. It was foundationless, something he could dismiss because it wasn’t something in the realm of possibilities. Now… it could be. 

“Lord Naevys,” Laiex called, and Naevys glanced back over his shoulder. “Why did you give your brother’s sword to a demon?” Naevys let out a hum.

“It’d really piss off Eezis, yes?” Naevys asked, and Laiex let out a noise that indicated that was precisely what he was thinking. “I’m sure you’ve heard rumors about the glass sword and its… significance to our race and its magical properties.”

“It’s one of the only remaining High Elven artifacts,” Laiex said, pulling a hum from Naevys.

“Eezis’s sword was crafted from Ḣᶏɕṗɦ𝑦ɭīṭɘ crystal, it is only called the glass sword because of its clear color when not wielded.” Laiex nodded his head as he sorted through the bottom shelf of trinkets, “ However , the sword is so sharp that, with enough training, there is a technique which one could… perhaps open a mirror world to battle in. One in which, the opponent will be completely unaware of what has happened…“

“You gave a weapon that powerful to a demon prince of Caelestes, and furthermore you allowed him to carry it back to Caelestes with him?!” Laiex exclaimed, something making a small clattering noise. Naevys turned to glance back over his shoulder once again.

“I gave it to him for a reason,” Naevys said flippantly, narrowing his eyes. “Be careful with that stuff or leave it alone.” Laiex nodded, an apologetic look crossing his face. Naevys fought back a sigh and turned to the window once more.

“What was this reason?” Laiex asked.

“Consider me this,” Naevys said, his eyes roaming over the waterfall in the distance. “Why not?”

“Is that  your way of saying it’s none of my concern?” Laiex sighed, and Naevys nodded. It really wasn’t something he could explain. It stemmed from Isoloses’s recklessness, really. If he wielded the blade when in battle, once he learned to access the mirror dimension, he’d be essentially unkillable. The mirror dimension looks like the area they’re battling in, only there are invisible mirrors, and only the one who wields the blade can see them and manipulate them, and thus, they can project their image wherever they want to and attack from elsewhere without it being obvious that it was a mirror image. Honestly, that was the least terrifying thing that sword could do when wielded properly, which is the only reason he divulged the information at all.

Outside of the mirror dimension, it can manipulate shadows and dark magic, and even turn them solid. It knows their blood. It makes the blade able to do things like tracking, emulating their techniques in battle, knowing their weaknesses, and stuff like that. However, the sword itself syncs with the person wielding it, and forms as an extension of the person wielding it.

With Isoloses’s siphoning ability, the sword– in theory , at least, each time the sword pierced the skin of one of his opponents, would gain some of their strength and magic. Naevys couldn’t lie, if he miscalculated and gave the weapon to Isoloses and he wasn’t trustworthy, it’d be a huge problem. There was a part of his brain that was telling him he made a mistake, but the part of his brain that needed to ensure Isoloses’s safety was stronger. 

“In so many words,” Naevys agreed. He knew no one would really understand his desire to protect Isoloses, especially given that he couldn’t even be certain he could trust Isoloses. He had been in this world for more than a thousand years and had lived through the passing of many people. Lost… many, many loved ones, whether to death or other complications it didn’t matter. He knew it was rather silly, childish, even, to be harboring such sentiments for Isoloses, he was able to care for himself.

Still, he couldn’t help it. Naevys turned his full attention to the waterfall, letting the cool night air wash over his skin. Having the ability to make his windows disappear was amazing, he loved being able to look out over the waterfall. Even as calming as it was, it didn’t soothe the ache in his chest. He… 

He missed Isoloses, and he’d only just left. Naevys tossed back the rest of his drink and sighed deeply. This was going to be an annoying inconvenience, he could already tell.

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There was something incredibly bittersweet about walking down the streets of Caelestes in the evening. Tonight, unlike before he’d left, the streets were littered with people talking and mulling about. Some were in groups, others were just with one other person, everyone smiling and happy. There were dark elves sitting with succubus’s at an outside tavern table, and they were all laughing and having fun. Children were running around the city streets haphazardly, playing tag or something Isoloses didn’t know.

It was nothing like it was when he had left. On one hand, the fact that the people in the realm were happy was good, and the fact that even children could be allowed out freely meant something had definitely changed for the better. On the other hand, he was bitter because he was too disillusioned to enjoy it.

People spoke to him as he walked by, and he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. With all the attention he was gaining, he didn’t know what to do. He just awkwardly waved at people and spoke when absolutely necessary, speeding up his walking just a bit. The sky was still awash with orange and red hues from the sun which was hanging low in the sky, and he couldn’t lie, the sun felt pretty nice on his skin. Once he was out of the city, the walk slowed down again and he was left mostly to his thoughts, which never lingered far from Naevys.

He couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of… excitement. Naevys not only agreed to have a child with him, something he really didn’t think he would agree to, but he’d said he loved him and even referred to him as an ‘perfect mate’ which honestly made his alpha a little too excited. Talking to Mytherion was suddenly something he wasn’t dreading.

When he finally reached the castle, he felt like he’d been walking for miles but that was really just the… dread of returning to the castle talking. He was excited, but that didn’t change the fact that he hated the building with a burning passion. It was way more lit up than he remembered it to be, as well. He pushed open the door of the castle and glanced inside, seeing the place pretty deserted at the moment. He let out a relieved sigh and stepped inside, glancing around as he quietly shut the heavy door behind him.

“UNCLE SOLO!” Isoloses jumped out of his skin as Jixane wrapped her arms around Isoloses’s shin, her legs curling around his ankle. He glanced down and she peeked up at him from where she was holding onto him.

“Jixane… where’s your mother or father at?” Jixane shrugged. Jixane, Isandro’s four-year-old daughter was the spitting image of her mother, with bright golden blonde hair and golden eyes, glittery and bright. She was dressed in a black dress that fell to her knees, white socks with a frilly design around the ankle, and a pair of saddle oxfords. Her collar was tied shut with a little lopsided bow, and her wavy hair was pulled up into pigtails. Isoloses could tell Isandro had been the one to put them up because one was slightly higher than the other. Avriane was big on appearances, so she never would’ve let her out of her room without her looking like a little dressed-up porcelain doll.

“Daddy’s looking for me, and mama’s gone.” She answered, and he laughed a little, leaning down to pry her off of his leg. She refused at first, so he tickled her side a little making her shriek out a giggle and release him only to pout as he picked her up. “No fair! That’s cheating!” She exclaimed, squirming a bit as Isandro burst into the room, his face mortified for a moment before he took in the sight of Isoloses.

“Isoloses, you’re back,” Isandro said, and Isoloses shrugged.

“For a night, at least. Wanted to see how things were going since I left.” He answered stoically, “Where’s Avriane?” Isandro’s face blanked for a moment before his eyes settled on Jixane. He stepped forward and motioned for Isoloses to hand her over. He did, and Isandro immediately sat her down on her feet.

“Go on up to your room and get ready for your bath, Kurrine will be waiting on you, okay, pumpkin?” Isandro said. Jixane whined but nodded, stomping off with a flair of dramatics towards the back door of the entryway. The sound of her footsteps echoing up the stairs as she stomped up them echoed faintly through the castle, and Isandro sighed deeply. “Avriane is out with her friend tonight,” Isandro said icily, rolling his eyes. “I’m glad you stopped by though. I really needed to talk to you.”

“Sure, I can talk for a bit,” Isoloses said easily, and Isandro nodded.

“To my office, I don’t want Jixane to know just yet,” Isandro said, making Isoloses nod and follow him as he walked towards the left exit of the entryway and up the other set of stairs that led to a different upstairs than the one Jixane had taken. As they walked into Isandro’s office, he shut the door behind them and then motioned for him to sit down. “Go ahead, I know this is rather cramped, I’m having my office redesigned so I had to move my office to a different room while the remodeling is happening,” Isandro said, walking around his desk and taking his seat.

Isoloses sat down across from him in one of the seats and shifted a bit, waiting for him to begin. He didn’t really know a nice way to ask ‘what is it’ and he didn’t want to piss off Isandro when he was already in a mood. 

“I am very unsettled about Ilsa’s death,” Isandro said, making Isoloses’s eyes widen. “After so much time has passed, it’s unlikely we’ll ever recover his body, and I feel it’s necessary we have some sort of a funeral for him,” Isandro said. “He was young, inexperienced, and the leash father kept around his neck was tight enough to choke a bounder. He couldn’t have survived alone, and I’ve had people scouring every possible realm for him, alive or dead either way. Nothing has been found. It’s safe to say… he’s gone and he deserves to be remembered.” 

Isoloses was faced with a dilemma then. He couldn’t tell Isandro that Ilsa was okay and didn’t need a funeral because that’d bring up questions on where he was, how he knew that, and all of that. Ilsa was barely comfortable with Isoloses being around, and he wasn’t nearly as… abrasive as Isandro could be at points. He wasn’t a bad guy, he just was loud and his words always sounded a little… like they were knives even when he was saying something nice. Pretending Ilsa was dead felt a little distasteful though. Still, he couldn’t tell Isandro about Ilsa without risking everything falling apart.

He couldn’t convince Isandro not to have a funeral either, that’d be more suspicious than if he just outright told him Ilsa was fine and there was nothing to worry about.

“Of course,” Isoloses agreed, left with little other option. “Do you need any help with the preparations?” He asked, hoping the answer to that was a resounding no. The idea of going to Ilsa’s funeral when he was still alive and healthy already felt a little gross he didn’t want to have a hand in planning an alive person’s funeral. Something about that just felt morbid and he didn’t care what anyone had to say, it was a hill he’d happily die on.

“I’ve already planned everything out with Mytherion’s help, so all that you have to do is show up at the funeral service with something nice on,” Isandro said, making Isoloses nod his head. He couldn’t help the confusion that seeped through him, though.

“Mytherion helped?” Isoloses asked, and Isandro nodded his head.

“He’s been helping with Jixane too,” Isandro admitted, shrugging. “He’s been a really big help since Uncle Solo isn’t around to play with her.” Isoloses hummed a little nodding his head.

“So… who’s the friend Avriane is out with?” Isoloses asked, making Isandro sigh and grab a bottle of liquor sitting on his desk. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink before he downed it and poured another. “Oh, touchy topic?” Isoloses asked, and Isandro sighed deeply.

“Lueweux,” Isandro said before downing the drink. “Lueweux Pheabarois.”

“The… First knight of…” Isoloses trailed off, realization washing through him. 

“The Emerald Order,” Isandro said blankly.

“I… Well, wow, that’s a development.” Isoloses said, looking down at his hands. He didn’t quite know what to say about that. Lueweux was pretty well known for being… promiscuous and it implied a lot about what Avriane might be doing.

“Not really,” Isandro said evenly, rolling his eyes. “Where have you been staying? You look nice and clean,” He noted, roaming his eyes over Isoloses. Isoloses shrugged.

“Here and there, really,” Isoloses said easily. “Never in one place long.”

“Well, it’s nice that you’re here. I’m glad you stopped by. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some rest, it’ll probably be nice to have a comfortable bed to sleep on in that case.” Isandro said, and Isoloses nodded his head. Naevys’s bed was way more comfortable than his own, but as far as his brother knew he was sleeping on the ground so he wasn’t going to correct him. 

“When’s Ilsa’s funeral?” Isoloses asked.

“Not tomorrow but the next day. I tried locating you to send you a letter, but I couldn’t find you.” He explained, and Isoloses nodded. Great, three days in hell. Sounded like a blast.

“Gotcha. Well, I’ll go to my room. Have a nice night.” Isoloses said and stood up before he paused. “What time does Mytherion get in, in the morning?” Isoloses asked.

“Five,” Isandro answered easily, and Isoloses nodded, turning on his heels and making his way down the stairs towards the entryway, heading for his old room. He didn’t like being here any more than he had when he lived here, unfortunately. He just wanted to be home with Naevys, honestly. He couldn’t wait to see Myth in the morning to see about getting the injection that Mytherion created.

Isoloses walked into his room and pushed the door shut behind him, looking around. Nothing was out of place or anything. He walked over to his desk and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, quickly writing a note to Naevys.

Master, I made it safely to the castle and am in my room. Isandro planned a funeral for Ilsa, it’s not tomorrow but the next day. I can sleep at your place if you call me and send me back to my room before morning if you’d rather. Also… I miss you. Can’t wait to be home. -Iso. 

Isoloses took out the spell book he’d shrunken and hidden out of his drawer and did the hand gesture to enlarge it. He pulled it open, skimming through until he found the spell he needed to send the note to Naevys. After quickly casting the spell, Isoloses watched as the note burst into flames. He sighed deeply and rested his head against the desk for a moment, exhausted. After a moment, he let out another sigh and stood up, pulling the sword off his hip and enlarging it. He’d shrunken it down to the size of a knife so he could sneak it into the castle without gaining any questions.

With how much Naevys spent to retrieve the item, Isoloses couldn’t fathom what kind of value it held, but he wasn’t risking anything happening to it. Besides, it was Naevys’s brothers’ sword and he was not going to risk having to face him without it. He said it down under the blanket on his bed and slipped out of the pants he was wearing, laying down in his bed. He doubted Naevys would get right back to him, so he was just going to take a nap. He doubted he’d sleep long, but it was whatever. 

Better than sitting awake bored to death.

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When Isoloses woke up, the first thing he did was check for mail from Naevys. Sitting atop his desk on marbled black and white paper, there was a note, left for him, specifically from Naevys. He’d recognize his almost illegible script anywhere, and it filled him with excitement. He couldn’t help but feel a little remiss about the whole thing, being back in Caelestes he meant. It was just frustrating to be back there when he had only just left. He knew it was for the best, he’d do anything to protect Ilsa and Naevys, even if that meant hanging out under Isandro’s ass for two days. 

He sat down and picked up the note, reading over it quickly.

Iso,

    That sounds… delightful, I hope the ceremony is wonderful. Go ahead and stay there, we don’t want them to notice you’re missing. Too risky. Be safe. See you soon, mutt.

      -Naevys

Isoloses smiled a bit, unable to help himself as he read it. He really couldn’t wait to go home and be with Naevys again. Isoloses let out a sigh and pulled out his paper and a pen, quickly writing him a message back.

Naevys, I understand. I’ll be there as soon as this funeral is over. I will be safe. See you really soon.      -Isoloses

He pulled out his spell book and quickly sent the letter off to Naevys before glancing around his room for his clock. It was a bit after 05:00 in the morning, and Mytherion would be opening the infirmary now. He stood up and walked over to his closet, digging out a clean outfit before he pulled it on. He didn’t want to waste any time at all, so he quickly dressed and then shrunk the sword back down and pushed it into the waistband of his pants. It was the perfect size to shrink down and make it look like a dagger, and a weirdly designed dagger rarely caught attention in Caelestes because they were really common. Even kids had them, so there were many designs available that wouldn’t match his, but he’d been off-realm, so it made sense that it would be different if he got it off-realm.

He quickly headed to his door and immediately went hunting down the infirmary. He knew where it was, but it still was annoying as hell to locate it. The castle’s layout was odd and it was annoying to maneuver, even more so now that he’d gotten used to how Naevys’s castle was set up. After about ten minutes, he managed to find it, and he knocked on the door quietly.

He didn’t know if Mytherion would have an appointment this early, but if he did Isoloses didn’t want to interrupt it. A couple of moments of silence passed and then the handle of the office door was turned, and… Isandro was answering the door.

“Oh, Isoloses, when I said he opened the infirmary at 05:00 I didn’t think you’d be here at 05:15,” Isandro said, and Isoloses nodded, running his eyes over Isandro. He looked put together for this time in the morning, way more awake than the Isandro that Isoloses knew–who hated mornings.

“Well, I didn’t want to come too late and have all of his appointments booked,” Isoloses said, and Isandro shook his head.

“Right,” Isandro said, nodding his head and opening the door for him to slip inside. Isoloses stepped inside and caught sight of Mytherion sitting by the window of his office with a chess board in front of him. Two people were obviously playing– him and Isandro? Isandro playing chess? Since when? 

“Isoloses it’s so nice to see you!” Mytherion said easily, a smile slipping across his face as he turned to face him. “I was wondering when I’d see that handsome face of yours again!” He hopped up out of his chair and walked over towards him, smiling brightly. 

“I’ll see you around lunch, I’m gonna go ahead and get to work,” Isandro said, walking over to Mytherion and standing just a little close to him. Mytherion turned red and glanced away from him, nodding his head before he turned to look at Isandro.

“I’ll pick Jixane up from her babysitter at eleven,” Mytherion said, and Isandro nodded his head.

“Alright. Thanks, Myth, I owe you one. We’ll finish that game later.” He said. Mytherion nodded and Isandro stepped away from him and walked to the office door, slipping out of it and shutting it behind him with a quiet click.

“I apologize about that,” Mytherion said quickly, ushering him to sit down. Isoloses nodded his head and took the seat he motioned to, watching as Mytherion walked around the desk and took his seat across the desk from him. “So what brings you to the infirmary today?” Mytherion asked curiously.

“Well, I… I was wondering  about that… injection.” Isoloses asked. Mytherion nodded. 

“What about it?” Mytherion asked.

“Well, I was wondering a few things, really. Uh, one, how does it… uh, work?” Isoloses asked. Mytherion hummed.

“I took a lot of blood samples from you back when the initial procedure was done,” Mytherion said, leaning over and pulling open one of his drawers he let out a quiet hum as he fished through them before he pulled out Isoloses’s file. “Ah, here we are. Using the blood samples I took, I tried multiple different things to try to reverse it, starting by reverse engineering the initial treatment you were given.” Mytherion explained, pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to him. Isoloses glanced over it curiously.

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       ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏxɪɴꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ:               ᴵˢᵒˡᵒˢᵉˢ ᴬᵐᶦʳ ˢᵒˡˢᶦˢˢᵒᵗʰᵒᶻ       

Tᴏxɪɴ 

                       

 Lᴇᴠᴇʟ 

    ɪꜱᴇɪꜰʏᴅᴇ ᴏxɪᴅᴇ          397.99%     ᴏxʟᴀɪxᴏʟ                      608.04%     ᴛʜᴀᴇᴠʏʟ                        199.00%     ᴘʜʏꜱᴀɴᴇ ᴏxɪᴅᴀꜱᴇ    580.76% 

    ʙʜᴀꜱᴇᴋʏᴅᴇ                  165.46%     ꜰʜᴀɪɢɢᴇᴘʜʏɴ            200.55%     ʟᴇʟʏᴄᴇ                            147.361%     ᴛʜᴏᴋɪᴢɪᴅɪᴄɪᴅᴇ          122.09%     ʙʀᴏɴᴀʀɪᴏxɪᴅᴇ          400.541% 

    ꜰʟᴀQʏxɪɴ                     67.463%     ꜱʜᴇꜱᴍɪɴ                       176.84%

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Isoloses nodded his head, not really sure what any of the things on the list was, really. He had never heard of most of the toxins on the list, and the ones he had heard of, he didn’t know what they did or anything. He probably should’ve paid more attention in the tutoring sessions he was put in when he was young, but too little too late now. 

“This is the last blood toxins report I ran on you. You left before I could give you the results.” Mytherion explained. “These same toxins were what was in your blood toxin report the day of the initial injection. Using them, I have come up with the antidote to your condition.” He explained further, “It works by counteracting the toxins and hopefully, cleaning your blood of them. Now I can go into the complex Alchemy behind the whole discovery if you wish for that.” Isoloses shook his head. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about that, really. 

“My second question is, how long will it take for it to… you know, begin working?” Isoloses asked, making Mytherion hum.

“Up until this point I’ve only had your blood samples to work with, but in the labs I conducted, it happened immediately,” Mytherion paused for a moment. “That being said, there is a difference between the tests I preformed and injecting it. For one, there’s the obvious. The dosing will be different from when I drop it into the blood test.” Isoloses nodded. “In other words, it could happen immediately, but I’d say it’s probably not going to kick in overnight. The antidote will duplicate and wipe out the impurities in your blood, so it could take time to spread through your veins and heart.” 

“Okay,” Isoloses said. “What are the potential side effects? I’m not going to keel over am I?” Mytherion giggled and shook his head.

“If you keel over and die it’ll be from something dumb you do, not the antidote,” Mytherion said. “The antidote is healing and I’ve selected the ingredients of it very carefully to avoid any reactions from the toxins and the antidote itself. However that being said, you might run a slight fever, feel a little more tired than usual, you might get a little dizzy, or Nausea… it could have a lot of different side effects, but I can’t really know for certain what they are until you’ve been given the treatment and they manifest.”

“I understand,” Isoloses said, nodding his head and biting his lip. “So… how do we do it?” Isoloses questioned.

“Well, first things first, I’d take blood samples from you before. I’ll have to compare your levels now with your levels in the morning to see how quickly it is working.” Mytherion explained easily. “It’s just a simple injection. Once and done.”

“Will I have to stay here afterward?” Mytherion shook his head.

“As long as you are symptom-free, I don’t see why you’d have to,” Mytherion said easily. “I don’t think there’ll be any reactions, but it’s impossible to know for certain before injecting you given that your blood is the only blood in the realm with this particular chemical mixture,” Mytherion said. “And trust me, I have looked. I have turned over corners and rocks to find someone with even a similar condition to yours.” 

“I guess at least I’m the only one my father fucked with, right?” Isoloses laughed a little, nodding his head. “Alright. Alright. I think I’m ready. Are you going to do this?”

“Well, I certainly can’t let just anyone inject you with chemical concoctions, look what happened last time,” Mytherion teased, smiling good-naturedly as he stood up. “Alright then, go sit down on the table, and let’s get started,” Mytherion said, motioning for him to stand up. Isoloses did and followed Mytherion over to the table.

“Will this help my post-rut illness at all?” Isoloses asked as he sat down on the table. Mytherion nodded, pulling on a pair of nice white cloth gloves before be walked around the table and grabbing the sensors. The sensors were honestly the least intimidating thing Mytherion had in his office and it looked like something that might electrocute him, but he was familiar enough with them that it wasn’t anxiety-inducing.

They were big and looked almost like needles connected to wires. Except they don’t pierce the skin, Isoloses had no idea how it worked really, but it checked heartbeat, blood pressure, and all of the typical stuff. Only, it looked like it was going to impale him. He would be fine, but it was still a little disorienting every time he felt the thing poke at his back where the back of his heart was. Mytherion grabbed a clip board and began scribbling down the numbers quickly. Once he was done, he pulled out the thermometer and ran it across his forehead.

“A nice temperature of 137.34.” Mytherion mused, sitting his clipboard and his pen down. “Alright. Time for some blood samples. I’m going to take multiple so that if this doesn’t work, I can work on the antidote more.” Mytherion explained as he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out multiple little glass vials and a needle still in the packaging. 

“Alright, let us get this started,” Mytherion said, and Isoloses nodded his head. He was a lot of things… Nervous , scared, a little anxious, but… excited.

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Once Isoloses received the injection, Mytherion kept him in his office for a while to keep an eye on him and monitor for any reactions that might be dangerous. Aside from a slight fever, and soreness, he felt fine. A little bit tired, but it wasn’t even as bad as his after-rut illness. Mytherion sent him down to the kitchen to get food for himself, so he’d sat down while the cook Drinneone made him something to eat. Drinneone was an amazing cook, and she was a pretty talkative person so he found himself listening to her drone on and on about her children while she worked.

It wasn’t the worst thing to listen to, he admitted. She was nice, and it was cute how she talked about them all the time. The entire time, he couldn’t help but think about Ilsa and Iden. Ilsa was pretty nice, too, just like Drinneone, and he couldn’t help but feel like Ilsa was probably a lot like her. Ilsa was really lonely his entire life, he’d been secluded and stuff, so it made sense that he’d be really close to his child. Isandro also was really close to his daughter, though, so Isoloses wasn’t really sure if that was a part of it at all.

To be honest, he’d only ever been around Ilsa and Jixane in the way of children, up until Iden. It was going to be really uncomfortable to go to Ilsa’s funeral tomorrow, he knew. He felt a little guilty, honestly, about lying to Isandro.

He’d not really expected Isandro to react to Ilsa being gone truthfully. Isandro had always avoided Ilsa like the plague when he was in the castle, and his eyes barely even glanced over him when they ate family dinner once a month. Granted that was probably more because Ilsa didn’t really… seem aware that he was there. Everyone talked, but him, and he didn’t even seem to register that there were people around him. It was kind of uncanny, and definitely had something to do with his father’s reality-bending.

Since he knew now that Isandro must’ve cared at least to some degree, letting him believe that Ilsa was dead felt wrong. At the same time, however, it was in Ilsa’s best interest that his secret remains in the bag so he couldn’t tell him.

“Here you go, sir,” Drinneone said, handing him a plate of food. He took it and headed into the dining room. He sat his plate down and then got himself a glass of cognac and took himself back to the table and sat down. For a while, he ate his food alone, and it was relieving. He didn’t really like people much, he really preferred being alone to being surrounded by people. He just wanted to get through this funeral without making any enemies and then return home.

All good things come to an end eventually, however, because the door to the dining room opened, and in walked Avriane. She was still just as pretty as she’d always been, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, deep golden eyes, and a smirk pulled across her face. When her eyes landed on him, she let out a little noise and then walked quickly for him. Isoloses mentally sighed and wondered if he could call Ilsa to freeze time so that he could escape before she reached him.

No such luck, he was stuck. Avriane’s arms curled around his neck from behind his chair.

“Oh, Isoloses how dare you to leave for so long without even writing!” Avriane scolded, “I swear you have no  manners at all!” Isoloses grunted in response, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Aren’t you gonna let me hear that pretty voice at least once before you leave again?” Isoloses sighed.

“Sure. Now ya heard it. Anything else I can help you with?” He asked shortly, making her pout a little.

“You could be nice to me! I am the queen after all.” She said, pulling out the chair beside him and sitting down. His eyes ran over her face and then turned back to his plate, rolling his eyes a little as soon as he was sure she wouldn’t notice. “How long are you going to be in town?” She asked, and Isoloses shrugged. He was leaving tomorrow, but he really didn’t want to talk to her. Everything she said kind of sounded like it was layered in innuendos and implications, and after Isandro said that she was out with Lueweux, he was already annoyed. 

“I was just thinking… maybe we could grab some food in town before you leave?” She purred, leaning forward a bit and running her fingers along the back of his arm. Isoloses tensed, his hand gripping the fork he was holding tighter. “It’d be so nice to have some alone time… don’t you think?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Isoloses said, biting back the ‘call for Lueweux’ comment he was going to make. He couldn’t really say for certain that Isandro wasn’t fine with whatever she did with Lueweux, but he didn’t want any part of it.

“No one will ever have to know,” She said, smirking a little as she bit her lip and widened her eyes, attempting to make herself look cute. Isoloses couldn’t hold back his scoff.

“Yeah, because it’s not happening. I don’t care what you do, but you ain’t doing it with me, got it?” Isoloses said, glaring at her heatedly. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine,” She said, standing up and storming off. Isoloses let out a sigh. He really hoped she didn’t go running to Isandro and spin things around to where he’d been the one seemingly in the wrong, but even if she did, given that Isandro seemed upset over Lueweux… He probably would believe Isoloses over her anyway.

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It was the morning of the funeral and Isoloses felt strange as he dressed in his uniform from the Royal Army of Caelestes. He’d been dreading this since he found out about Ilsa’s funeral. He hated to wear his uniform, despite the honor wearing it was supposed to bring. Nothing good ever came when he wore it, and it was even more uncomfortable because he was wearing it to a funeral for a person he knew was still alive. It felt like asking for something bad to happen, though he knew that was ridiculous.

Superstition wasn’t anything real, and he knew that death visited immortals very, very rarely. Still, it was just a little too real of a possibility, a little too… plausible. If things hadn’t worked out how Isoloses planned, Ilsa could’ve actually died, and that was a little frightening to think about. He had worked hard to keep everything quiet, to keep the whole thing going on plan, and had even had to spend a great deal of money to ensure that Ilsa got taken to the exact realm he requested, and even had to threaten the warlock to make sure that the warlock didn’t double cross him and sell his brother to… well, underground omega trading.

It wasn’t pleasant, but as he was a royal, he would be high value. Usually, it was off-realm trading, which is what made Isoloses want to take precautions. He’d followed Ilsa down to the warlocks home and watched as he sent him through the portal, and then used the spell to send Naevys a note to have him bring him there and then he performed a tracking spell to make sure Ilsa was on the correct realm with his head sticking through a second portal to the same realm, before going home. Naevys promised to go find him, but he ended up with Cassian before that could happen.

Naevys had gone to check on him at Cassian’s castle, a couple of days later. Naevys’s ability to see the future was a real blessing sometimes, other times it left something to be desired. While his ability was always correct, it didn’t always give ALL of the relevant information. It’d show the outcome of decisions made, and then they’d reassess their plan after finding out the result of each decision. It’d been a time-consuming, tedious process of playing their cards just right so that the circumstance played out perfectly. One wrong move, even from Ilsa, and the entire plan would be in shambles. That put a lot of stress on the whole operation and given it took over four hundred years for the entire plan to play out accordingly, it’d been a really stressful four centuries for him.

Naevys had the easy part of the job, really, because all he had to do was see if something would work and let him know. Sure they brainstormed ideas together, but because Naevys was behind the scenes, it was left to Isoloses to ensure everything played out according to plan. Naevys couldn’t stroll through Caelestes, the castle, or handle the stuff Isoloses did without the risk of blowing the realm Ilsa would be moved to’s cover. 

A knock on the door of Isoloses’s room brought him out of his thoughts and he turned his head, glancing over as if he could see through the heavy wooden door. He almost sighed.

“Come in,” He called instead, zipping up the front of his army vest. The door pushed open and Isandro walked in. Isandro paused, his eyes looking over him curiously as Isoloses turned towards the mirror. Isoloses felt a pang of annoyance as he took in his face, and quickly turned his attention to Isandro instead.

“Hey, Solo, I just wanted to talk to you before the ceremony,” Isandro said, watching as Isoloses strapped the intersecting straps that crossed the chest of his vest. Isoloses nodded, looking over Isandro’s reflection in the mirror he was looking in. “Did… something happen between you and Avriane?” He asked, making Isoloses tense. That fucking evil bitch, Isoloses mentally seethed, though his face stayed emotionless.

“Nothing really happened. She invited me out for dinner, I turned her down.” He said evenly, beginning to work on fastening the other strap that went across his chest. Isandro nodded, stepping forward to mess with the collar of his vest, straightening it out for him.

“Just out to dinner?” Isandro asked, stepping back away from him. Isoloses nodded his head. “Nothing else?” 

“Well, she implied alone time, though I can’t really be sure what that means,” Isoloses said, making Isandro nod his head. “…Is something going on that I should be aware of?” He asked hesitantly and Isandro shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Isandro said evenly. “It’s nothing, but the ceremony is going to be starting soon, are you ready?” Isoloses nodded his head.

“As I’ll ever be,” Isoloses said, scratching the back of his head. Isandro nodded, motioning towards his door. Isoloses patted his side to ensure the blade was in his waistband before he walked out of the room and headed down towards the entryway. He was not looking forward to this at all.

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When they arrived at the Temple Of Oriosis, he was uneasy. The temple was decorated beautifully, and truthfully, he didn’t know who was responsible for decorating but they did a really good job. He wasn’t exactly an Ilsa expert, but it was a beautiful ceremony. The stone temple windows were open and letting the morning sunlight stream into the temple, and huge bouquets of flowers decorated every available table. The back of the temple had a picture of Ilsa with multiple flower arrangements and candles of varying colors.

There was a beautiful coffin in front of the picture, and though it was empty, the sight of it made him a little nauseated. He didn’t feel right about this, but he was in too deep for it to matter that much. He couldn’t back out now, he just had to be there until it was over and then he could head back to the castle when Naevys called him. They set up a certain time for him to be ready and he had to get to the woods before the call came or he’d disintegrate in front of everyone and that’d raise a lot of questions.

He’d been hiding his pact with Naevys for four hundred years, he was good at escaping silently without drawing attention to himself and it just so happened that Naevys was going to call him just after midnight. He would be able to just go to his room a bit before so that it’d seem like he’d gone to sleep and then snuck out while everyone was asleep. Given that he had an escape plan, he should’ve been less nervous, but really he just felt a little uneasy.

This was the right thing to do, pretending that Ilsa was dead was in his best interest. Ilsa was terrified of even Isoloses, and while they’d had minor breakthroughs, he knew that if he betrayed his trust it’d undo all the work he’d put into building a repour with him. So he just had to make it through this.

As he glanced along the benches arranged to face the front of the temple, he caught sight of Mytherion and Jixane sitting in the middle row. At first, he’d thought it was just a coincidence, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that Mytherion was holding Jixane’s hand and was talking to her quietly. He glanced around, catching sight of Isandro who’d gone to talk to the Sage about the ceremony. The door to the temple swung open and Avriane walked in, holding onto Lueweux’s arm, and a shot of annoyance shot through Isoloses.

“MOMMY!” Jixane screeched, jumping up from beside Mytherion and running towards her mother, her arms raised in the air. “Daddy’s been looking for you for hours mommy!” Jixane complained as Avriane picked her up, Mytherion a few feet behind her. Jixane brought her thumb up to her mouth, sucking on it.

Isoloses chanced a glance up at Isandro as he took a seat in the back row, and for the briefest of moments, he saw anger flash through his eyes before his eyes narrowed in on Jixane. His gaze softened a bit and he turned his head back to the Sage. Isoloses wanted nothing more than to say something, anything, but really for all he knew Avriane was just friends with Lueweux… Even if it really seemed like something fishy was going on. 

“Well maybe daddy shouldn’t be telling you this stuff,” Avriane said, a frown marring her pretty face. 

“Daddy didn’t have to tell me, I knew ’cause I was eavesdropping,” Jixane answered shamelessly. “The guards couldn’t find you neither,” She said, and Avriane’s eyebrow twitched a little with annoyance. 

“Jixane don’t be rude to your mother,” Mytherion scolded as he came up behind her. Jixane turned and glanced over her shoulder, reaching her arms back out to Mytherion. “Avriane it’s nice seeing you again,” Mytherion said, smiling as he took Jixane and placed her on his hip.

“Oh save it, we both know you don’t like me. Stop playing nice, it’s rather two-faced of you.” She said icily, making Mytherion’s smile falter a little but he shook his head. Isoloses peeked over a little, trying to keep from making it obvious that he was eavesdropping.

“Jixane sweetheart, go give your daddy the gift you made for Ilsa’s memorial, okay?” Mytherion said, and Jixane nodded her head, letting her thumb fall out of her mouth as Mytherion put her down on the floor. “Go on, to your seat and then straight to daddy.” He instructed sternly. She nodded and darted off toward their seat. Mytherion’s eyes followed her as he walked. “Can’t you at least behave yourself in front of your daughter? What kind of a mother are you?” Mytherion’s eyes moved over to Lueweux and then back to Avriane, then back to Jixane who was beside Isandro.

“At least I can be a mother,” She scoffed quietly, rolling her eyes. “All you can do is take care of other people’s children. Such a pity isn’t it?” 

“You have a lot of nerve for someone flaunting an affair in front of an entire city when you’re married to the king,” Mytherion said quietly, glaring daggers at her. “Couldn’t you at least wait until the ceremony was over? You know how much work Isandro put into this, how much it means to him, and you came on the arm of a low-ranking knight instead of your husband.”

“Perhaps you should be grateful I haven’t had you fired yet,” Avriane said icily, stepping a little closer to Mytherion. “What with your little crush and all, I just might be tempted to cry and make a fuss about it. Who’s side do you think he’d pick, hm? His wife’s, or the poor little omega with fertility issues?” Mytherion flinched and Isoloses scoffed.

“Colder than a witch’s tit in a glass bra,” Isoloses grumbled under his breath. Avriane’s eyes narrowed in on him and she rolled her eyes. Jixane came running back to Mytherion, her arms curling around his knee as she stopped behind him and peeked up at Avriane.

“Daddy wants to talk to you, mommy,” Jixane said, and Avriane let out a huff and nodded, not even bothering to say anything as she stomped forward, the heels of her shoes making an annoying clicking sound with each step she took. Mytherion let out a sigh and reached down to pick up Jixane.

“Let’s go take our seats, Jixxie, okay?” Mytherion said. Jixane nodded her head and stuck her thumb back in her mouth, leaning her head over on his shoulder. Mytherion carried her to their seats near the front, motioning for Isoloses to come and sit with them. He let out a little sigh and nodded, standing up and following behind them. It was quiet after that, and people began to mull into the temple. Isoloses recognized them all, different demons. The royal families, nobles, and the like mainly, as they were the only ones who’d ever even seen Ilsa before.

Very few people had ever spoken with him, and Isoloses was hard-pressed to know if they’d really been speaking to him or if their father was somehow… not making him say things, but just… Isoloses didn’t really know how to describe it. It wasn’t like the Ilsa that he knew from Tenebris, which could just be because he was incredibly unhappy and unable to escape… but it was uncanny, the way he behaved. As if nothing in the world was the matter and everything was fantastic for him when Isoloses knew it wasn’t.

Thankfully no one stopped to say anything to him about Ilsa because he just didn’t know what to say, really. He just wanted to sit through the ceremony without any issues. When the temple door swung open again, Isandro’s head popped up from where he was talking to the Sage, Avriane at his side. The look on his face made Isoloses’s head shoot up and turn around. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Isoloses’s eyes widened when he took in who walked through the door.

It… It was her. The girl who sold him the mirror for Naevys. Her eyes glanced up and he met her eyes, but she barely acknowledged him as she walked to the very back row and sat down. Isoloses felt nervousness crawling through him. What was a Tenebris Regni resident doing in Caelestes and why was she at Ilsa’s funeral?! This wasn’t good, anyone who lived in Tenebris Regni would take a single glance at the picture up there and know Ilsa wasn’t dead.

Isandro quickly turned from the Sage and Avriane and immediately walked towards the woman, straight past him. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, before turning around and walking toward where Isoloses, Mytherion, and Jixane were sitting. Isandro leaned down and whispered something into Mytherion’s ear as he passed, waving at Isoloses. 

“Ceremonies about to begin,” Mytherion explained. Isoloses nodded his head. “Jixane, you be quiet while the Sage is speaking, okay? This is really important to your daddy,” Jixane nodded her head.

“Where did Uncle Ilsa go?” Jixane asked. Thankfully, before Mytherion had the chance to form an answer, Isandro and the Sage were stepping to the front of the building and Avriane was going to sit back with Lueweux who at least had the sense to sit in the back where he wasn’t right in everyone’s face. Isoloses let out a sigh. This was going to take forever, he already knew it.

“Thank you all for coming here today to celebrate the life of my little brother, Ilsa Caoimhe Solsissothoz,” Isandro said, pausing for a moment. “It is always a sad day when someone with so much potential meets their end, but I feel it is more unsettling when they’ve not had a chance yet to live their lives and be happy,” Isandro said, stepping forward a bit. “Ilsa was a reader, he was always very intelligent and inquisitive. He had a passion for learning, and  understanding the intricacies of how things worked around him. He was the bravest person I’ve ever met, and faced every day undeterred no matter how hard things got for him.” Isandro paused again, seeming to struggle a little bit over his tongue. “His smile could light up an entire room when he was happy. His presence was healing, even if he didn’t know it.” 

“He was always alone, and never was very talkative,” Isandro continued. “He never had many friends and the people allowed around him were few and far between. He was the kind of person who’d always prefer to read a book in a window than be bothered by anyone.” He paused and took a deep breath before continuing on, “I think my fondest memory with him was when he was still an infant, Isoloses and I had been off the realm on a mission, and when we returned he was mad at us for leaving for so long so we went out and bought him this stuffed hellhound as a gift.” SHIT! Isoloses suddenly remembered giving that bear to Ilsa back in Tenebris, he had no idea Isandro even remembered that far back.

“I searched the castle high and low for that bear in an attempt to put it with his memorial but I’ve been unable to locate it, so I suppose he must’ve taken it with him when he left.” Isandro paused again, his eyes looking decidedly glassy. Isoloses felt a pang of guilt at the look and looked down at his lap. “I have thought so much over the past few months about what happened, what went wrong. What caused this? And I fully believe that to some point I am partially responsible for this happening.” He broke off for a moment and cleared his throat.

“I have a lot of regrets about Ilsa, and I don’t think his death will ever stop haunting me. The knowledge that I could’ve done something to stop him from leaving, or I could’ve made an effort to talk to him, I could’ve said something to our father, contested his kingship, and challenged him for the throne.” Isoloses felt tears prickling the corners of his eyes, and felt thankful for a moment that this was the right time to cry, really. He was at a funeral, it was okay. Only his tears weren’t from mourning, his tears were from guilt and– something he didn’t even know how to explain.

“I suppose there are countless could have’s, even more should have’s and if I listed them all out, we’d never leave this temple,” Isandro said, pausing for a second. “I think the hardest part of it all is realizing that… he is gone now, and I can’t even really apologize for the role I played in his abuse. He lived his life like a bird in a cage, and he escaped as soon as the door was left slightly ajar, abruptly and with no notice…” Isandro broke off for a moment, his voice seeming to break. “However I don’t have to think very hard to understand why he left.” 

“He was trapped, and he wanted to be free. I’m sure many of us have shared the same sentiment at one time or another.” Isandro said. “He was brave for trying to change his life, and I think that above all is admirable. So many people live each day just to survive, but living wasn’t enough for him, he wanted better for himself.” 

“It is incredibly tragic that his life ended so abruptly, so without warning. There was so much I wanted to say to him that I never got to. But today… Today isn’t about me. It’s about Ilsa, and celebrating him.” Isandro continued. “Ilsa was… is… beautiful, intelligent, strong, brave, and kind. He deserved better than the life he lived, so today I ask that we remember him for what he was, think of what he could’ve been, and mourn for the loss of someone who deserved better than what he was given.” 

Isoloses wasn’t able to fight back the tears that streamed down his cheeks because fuck it hit just a little too close to home for Isoloses. He had expected a quick, simple ceremony, just something to negate Isandro’s guilt… but this… he wasn’t expecting that much emotion to come out of Isandro– ever . He was like a blank slate constantly, with not even an eyebrow twitch to signify his emotions. No, he was blanker than blank, on a normal day. Perhaps it was just self-reflection, Isoloses had been doing that for years honestly, and he knew how damming everything looked when you were staring your past in the face head-on.

To be completely honest, though, it was good that Isandro was showing empathy. It was good that he had regrets because that meant he’d be a better leader than their father. It wasn’t… great and admittedly it filled him with guilt to think about it that way, but he had to find some silver lining somewhere. He didn’t want to wallow in guilt over this when he knew it was definitely for the best.

Even if he knew it was for the best, that did not make it any easier of a ceremony to sit through. As Isandro stepped towards the front row of seats just in front of them, the Sage stepped up and began speaking, but honestly, Isoloses tuned him out. He was too consumed with his own thoughts to even remotely think about or consider what the Sage was saying to the temple.

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By the time the that the ceremony was over, Isoloses felt as if he’d been aged twenty years. There was something so draining about thanking people for their condolences and playing the role of a mourning brother. He wasn’t easily shaken up, but at multiple times during the ceremony, things had hit just a little too close to home. Even knowing Ilsa was alright didn’t dissuade the feelings of sadness because he was drowning in guilt. Isandro’s emotion hit him hardest, because unlike everyone else there who’d barely even seen Ilsa three times in over a millennia.

Both he and Isandro had played a part, whether they liked to admit it or not. Isoloses had stood by just as much as Isandro had, they were both complaisant, pretty much accomplices because they’d never done anything to stop it. No matter the reasoning behind why they did what they did, that didn’t matter. On some level, letting Isandro believe he was dead was cruel. He knew that. If he thought Ilsa was dead, he’d never stop wallowing in the guilt. He hadn’t thought it’d affect Isandro because… well, he didn’t really think Isandro cared either way. Maybe that was on him, for assuming something like that about him. He didn’t know.

What he did know, is that he’d been drained of blood more in the past two days than he was really happy with. He didn’t want to be stabbed with a sharp pointy object ever again with the intention of draining  something out of him. He might just consider charging him, if he were in Tenebris he’d be sitting on a gold mine at this point.

“So… things between you and Avribitch are pretty tense, hm?” Isoloses asked as he watched Mytherion fill yet another vial with his blood. At some point, he’d have to run out, right? It only made sense. He hadn’t yet though, so he wasn’t sure.

“A bit, I suppose,” Mytherion said softly, switching to a new vial quickly.

“A bit?” Isoloses questioned, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the deal with you two anyway? She’s never really liked you that much.”

“It’s complicated,” Mytherion muttered, watching the vial fill up with blood. “Your blood is already looking cleaner,” He commented.

“That’s good,” Isoloses said, pausing for a moment. “So… Uncomplicate it.” Mytherion sighed a little and looked up at him.

“You were a lot easier of a patient when you didn’t want to talk to me, somehow.” Mytherion laughed, “She is entitled to believe what she will, and say what she will. You shouldn’t get involved, she could create tension between Isandro and you.” Mytherion said, and even as sure as he sounded, Isoloses couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to talk about it.

“She was being a massive bitch. She had no right to mention what she did, it was incredibly insensitive.” Isoloses said, and Mytherion shrugged.

“Avriane is… a very wonderful person very deep… deep down,” Mytherion said, and Isoloses barked out a laugh at that, unable to help it. “While insensitive, it isn’t untruthful. Sometimes the truth hurts,” He laughed a little.

“It’s not truthful, Myth, you’re an awesome guy and whether or not you can have children or not shouldn’t devalue you in any way,” Isoloses said, and something flashed through Mytherion’s eyes, and he bit his lip and began switching to a new vial. “Hey, there’s more to offer than just kids.”

“I know, it’s… it’s not that.” Mytherion said, glancing up at him. “I’ve been thinking about… potentially moving to a new realm. Now that the wars are over, I’ve heard that there are realms that are going to begin rebuilding soon… They’ll need experienced medics.” Isoloses jolted a bit, his eyes widening. “Be still you’re going to yank the needle out!” Mytherion tsked, making Isoloses mutter sorry under his breath.

“That’s a really big move. Why would you do that?” Isoloses questioned. Mytherion shook his head and pulled the vial out and put the cap on it, sitting it down with the rest of them. Mytherion grabbed a piece of cotton and pressed it over where the obsidian needle was buried in the crook of his elbow and tugged the needle out seamlessly while applying pressure with the cotton.

“It’s…” Mytherion trailed off. “Nothing has been decided yet, so don’t worry,” Mytherion said, patting him on the knee comfortingly. “Are you feeling dizzy?” Mytherion said, clearly trying to change the topic so Isoloses quit pushing.

“I feel alright.” He answered. Mytherion nodded his head and stood up, grabbing the vials and heading over to his chest freezer and placing all but one inside of it before shutting it.

“Alright then, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll begin analyzing this, and I’ll let you know what all I find before dinner, alright?” Isoloses nodded his head. “Go ahead and find something to do to entertain yourself, that’ll take a bit and it’ll be rather boring. Make sure you come back before dinner, I’ll close up the infirmary around eleven, and I have appointments after dinner so I won’t be able to see you tonight.” Isoloses nodded his head and stood up.

“Alright, see ya in a bit,” Isoloses said, waving. He quickly walked out of the infirmary, keeping his head down as he passed the guards in the hallway. He had no idea what he was going to do to kill time, but he had to find something  or he was going to go insane. He let out a sigh, his fingers running over the sword he’d tucked into his waistband. Ah, perhaps the training fields. Perhaps he could ask Isandro to join him. 

He let out a sigh and headed towards Isandro’s office. Even if Isandro had work to do, after the funeral, Isoloses felt like Isandro probably needed to let off some steam. Isoloses glanced out the window, looking over the treetops on the far-off mountain in the distance. Even so far away, he could tell by the rustling noise slipping into the window that they were dead. He couldn’t help but miss the clean air in Tenebris. He could feel the difference, and because the majority of the windows in the hallways of the castle have no windows, he could feel the ash sticking to his arms as well. 

When he reached Isandro’s office, he knocked on the door and waited until Isandro called to come in before he stuck his head in the door. Isandro was leaning over his desk with a thick stack of envelopes sitting in front of him. 

“Hey Isandro, do you feel up to going down to the training grounds to spar?” Isoloses asked, and Isandro looked up and nodded.

“Sure, I guess you’ll be leaving soon, so I better spend some time with you before you go.” He said, standing up from where he was sitting. “I could use a break from mailing out checks anyway.” He said, walking towards the door. He stopped by the wall, grabbing his sword off of the rack it was hanging on, “Do you need one?” Isoloses shook his head. He had the one Naevys gave him. 

“Nah, I have one with me.” He said, patting his side where the sword Naevys had given him was shrunk and slipped into his waistband. Isandro chuckled and nodded his head. “Can’t wait to kick your ass with it, it’s new,” Isoloses said, smirking a little as he pulled it out of the waistband of his pants. He ran his hand over it, enlarging it back to its normal size.

“Oh that’s a beauty,” Isandro said, roaming his eyes over it. Isoloses nodded his head, watching the blade as it glowed burgundy. Even the sheath glowed, it was such a nice sword, and he really didn’t feel he deserved it. He still loved it, though. “Can I see it?” Isoloses nodded and twisted his hand around, holding onto the sheath and offering him the handle. Isandro gripped it and a bright burgundy spark shot up. Isandro jolted, shaking his hand a little. “It’s a loyal sword, as well.” He laughed, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, I suppose so. I wasn’t expecting that.” Isoloses said, and Isandro laughed.

“Some swords can only be wielded by the one who takes it,” Isandro said, “I imagine you fought something pretty gnarly for the blade, it’s well-earned–and nice.” Isoloses laughed and nodded, scratching at the back of his head.

“I love it,” He agreed, following Isandro out the back door and towards the training fields. As much as he preferred being in Tenebris, he couldn’t lie, it was a little nice to see Isandro and hang out with him. Sparring like old times would be fun, and he couldn’t wait to fight with the sword when he didn’t have to worry about injuring Naevys. Isandro could match his pace, he was the one who taught him so he didn’t use Elven techniques that Isoloses was too… tall and bulky to use himself.

He couldn’t wait to get home, but this wasn’t the worst way to spend his evening either, he supposed. He felt… actually somewhat better physically speaking. He just felt a little less… bleh.  Perhaps the injection was working already, or maybe it was a placebo, either way, he was just glad to not feel like shit.

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Isoloses was more than ready to retreat to his room and wait on Naevys’s call by the time that he finished sparring with Isandro, went to the overview of his analysis, and ate dinner. Sparring with Isandro turned out to be a lot more fun than he remembered it to be. He supposed the real only difference must’ve been just that he wanted to spar this time and he hadn’t before or something. Using the sword Naevys had given him gave him a lot of excitement and  pride. Naevys had chosen to give him the sword so it was special and that made Isoloses enjoy using it all the more. He had never had a sword as nice as the sword Naevys had given him, either.

The weight of it was perfect, the grip seemed to be impossible to falter when battling, almost as if it were connected to his skin. It sliced through the air with finesse and grace no matter how sloppy Isoloses became as things intensified. It was perfectly balanced, so each motion was fast and fluid, leading to a neck in neck battle. He kept worrying about chipping the glass, but it was unaffected by every clash of blades. It was exhilarating, to say the least, and it’d really taken the edge off of his boredom. 

Isoloses knew the time based on where the sun was in the sky, so when it got close to dinner he suggested they head inside. He had to head to his meeting with Myth and Isandro needed to get Jixane ready for dinner. They’d split up and Isoloses headed straight for Myth’s office.

Once Isoloses got there, Mytherion gave him the good news. His blood was already about ten percent cleaner than the last test that Mytherion had run on him. It wasn’t much, but Mytherion was convinced that the cleaner the blood became, the quicker the antidote would work. For every bit of toxin, it got rid of, the antidote properties multiplied to take its place of it–thus spreading it faster. It made him excited–it was working, he could be normal again, at least to some point. 

Mytherion had taken a sperm sample–it was awkward when he asked for it, even more awkward having to wank in the bathroom, and was about crippling when he’d had to hand over a small jar of his sperm. Mytherion hadn’t even blinked at him, he’d taken it and begun analyzing it under a microscope. According to Mytherion, some of them were actually moving, which was a step up from the last time, when they’d all  been… well, dead. Mytherion said as the toxins continue to be removed, his body’s functions would turn back to normal, and it was already microscopically happening. Isoloses did feel a little bad, however, because Mytherion had fixed his problem but Myth was still unable to have children himself.

He couldn’t help but be curious about what was wrong. Mytherion knew what was wrong with him, he knew it didn’t work that way but… it seemed odd that he’d never even overheard someone mentioning it. Other than just ‘can’t have kids’ that’s all anyone really cared to inquire Isoloses supposed which was really shitty of them, but asking had always felt inappropriate so he’d never asked him. Still, Mytherion was the closest thing he had in Caelestes to an actual friend, and while that didn’t really entitle him to hear about what was wrong, it seemed like given he also had a similar issue… perhaps he might have talked about it to him at some point. He was definitely thinking too much into it, but something about the situation made him uneasy. 

He had to push that thought away however because Kurrine came around the to Infirmary to let Isoloses know that dinner was going to be done in a few. Mytherion had sent him off to dinner, giving him a hug before he left, telling him to come to drop in for a check-up soon. Isoloses made no promises, but he knew Mytherion well enough to know that he was more worried about Isoloses’s absence affecting Isandro than a need for another appointment.

Dinner was a mixture of emotions, Isoloses couldn’t lie. Drinneone had prepared his favorite meal: Pacane Poilue, his favorite kind of meat, well seasoned with herbs, cooked medium-rare, then covered in a thin hazel sauce made of silk pepper and Strecuri. The Pacane Poilue made up almost all of the dish, with a tiny side of flavor-balancing baked Amande Aigre-Douce, glazed with honey. It’s served with a dollop of sauce, a side of bitter and savory pasta, and a side of fried Micliaya fritters.

Aside from the excitement from that, however, dinner was not fun in the slightest.

It was rather tense, Avriane was huffy and vow of silence silent, which was slightly uncomfortable. Jixane was trying to talk to her, and given that Avriane wasn’t speaking, she was being ignored. Isandro was talking to her, which was good, but at the same time, it was annoying to watch Avriane ignore her daughter. It left Isoloses in just a bit of a bad mood, because who the hell just ignores a kid when they’re speaking to them?

Isoloses probably would feel differently if he were talking about just some strange child walking up to her while she was walking the city streets, however, this was her child, her own flesh and blood and she was just ignoring her. It’d be even understandable if Jixane was older and they’d had a falling out or something, but no… she was just a four-year-old little girl with a big mouth and a lot of questions. Avriane ignoring her just left Isoloses feeling a little heated admittedly, so all throughout dinner he’d had to bite his tongue so as not to make a snide comment about her. She made it so damn easy it should be a crime not to make a snide comment whenever she does something hilariously dumb.

He hadn’t said anything to her, opting to just disappear in the middle of the night without causing any problems at all before he left. As soon as he’d finished eating, he’d excused himself to get ready for bed and said goodbye to everyone, even Avribitch because he didn’t want to make a scene in front of Jixane.

He took a shower so that he could get the ash off of his skin, and then sat down with a book he’d seen Ilsa read one time;  Hated By History. It might’ve been a little above his comprehension skills, however, he was making his way through chapter one with difficulty when a knock on the door interrupted the silence. He had to literally fight back a groan as he pulled himself up out of the bed and glanced around for his clock. He had two hours, and he’d just started this damn difficult ass book. This better not take long. If it was Avriane, he might not be able to help it if he had a slip of the hand and accidentally shrank her underwear a couple of sizes so she had a wedgie. He was allowed to be petty and vindictive sometimes, even if he chose rather childish ways to go about it.

She wasn’t gonna die from a wedgie though, so he would do that instead of anything else. All he had to do was wave his hand anyway, she’d have no way to prove he’d done anything, and he didn’t even have to be right near her to do it. Isoloses shuffled over to the door and pulled it open, catching sight of Isandro.

“Hey, I’m about to go to bed, I just wanted to say goodnight,” Isandro said, and Isoloses nodded his head. “Are you leaving tonight?” Isoloses nodded his head, seeing no point in lying to him. It wasn’t like he could track where he was, Isoloses knew better. In order to track someone, you have to be in the same realm or run into someone who opened the portal. With the pact, no portal was necessary because wherever Naevys was when he called was where Isoloses ended up no matter the realm. “Alright, well be careful okay?” Isoloses nodded his head.

“Of course…” Isoloses said, pausing for a moment. “Hey, Isandro, I know Avriane is your wife and stuff, but you should talk to her and ask her to be nicer to Myth.” He said, pausing for a moment. “It’s none of my business, and I can respect your privacy, but she was saying some pretty hurtful things to him.” Isandro nodded, his hand reaching up to run along his forehead.

“I will speak with her in the morning, thank you for bringing it to my attention. Mytherion refuses to tell me when she misbehaves for some reason,” Isandro said, scratching at the back of his head. Isoloses shrugged. He didn’t know anything about that, really, but he could make a few assumptions. Even as blind as Isoloses was to flirtation, he knew that Avriane had said ‘what with your little crush…’ when she was being bitchy at the funeral, so that indicated to him that at the least Avriane thought that Mytherion had a crush on Isandro.

Schoolyard taunting him, basically, but that was beside the point. Isoloses kind of agreed with Avriane on that one thing. Isandro and Mytherion were actually friends, Mytherion was born a couple of years before him, but Alphas and Omegas stop aging at different points so Mytherion looked younger than him. They’d always been… close and honestly, he thought that Isandro was courting him but then he announced suddenly that he was engaged to Avriane so he’d thought he’d just misunderstood. Maybe he had, but one thing seemed pretty likely to him given Mytherion’s actions… He had a crush on Isandro.

Mytherion stayed in the castle acting as the royal doctor for some reason despite his father’s prejudices against omegas–and his hurtful comments about his inability to have children. Mytherion always just said he enjoyed the work, even if he didn’t like his boss and Isoloses had always accepted that. Thinking back on it, however, it seemed much more likely that Mytherion was staying near Isandro. 

“Anyway, uh, who was that lady in the back of the temple earlier?” Isoloses asked, changing the subject so that he didn’t have to think about it anymore. Mytherion was the closest thing to a friend Isoloses really had, and thinking about something like this was kind of depressing on a large scale because Isandro was married, even if his wife was a raging bitch.

“Oh, that was Shadow… an old friend of Father,” Isandro said vaguely. “I have to go get to bed, I have a long day tomorrow. Get a little rest before heading out.” Isoloses raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. “Goodnight, I’ll see you next time you visit. I’ll tell Jixxie you said goodbye.” Isoloses nodded.

“Alright, goodnight,” Isoloses said, figuring that was all the information he was going to get out of Isandro. Isandro nodded and turned, heading down the hall toward his room. Isoloses pushed his door shut and let out a sigh.

Finally, he mentally moaned, practically sighing with relief as he crawled back onto his bed and picked up the book he was reading. Now it was just time for him to wait. 

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The words echoed through Isoloses’s head in his sleep and he woke up with a start, pulling the book off of his face as he felt himself beginning to disintegrate. He quickly clutched onto the handle of the sword which was laying in bed beside him in one hand while he clutched the book in the other as his mind lagged and tried to remember what happened. He had been reading to kill time and he’d literally bored himself to death, he supposed. Disintegrating was disorienting, especially from a dead sleep, so it took him a couple of minutes to even  grasp what was happening despite having been anticipating this since he’d set foot in Caelestes.

As soon as his mind managed to wrap around what was happening, he glanced around him and took in the sight of Naevys’s room, and then Naevys laying on the bed in front of where he’d ended up when Naevys summoned him. Thankfully, he didn’t stumble as the disintegration stopped. Naevys looked up at him from where he was reclining back in the nest, the tightest most illegally translucent nightgown Isoloses had ever seen painted onto his lithe body.

His hair was longer than it had been when Isoloses left, and he had it styled with a half-up ponytail on the top of his head, his shiny black hair cascading down and disappearing into the rest of his hair which was behind him on the pillow. He had a couple of oddly shaped braids that were rather small littering the hair that was flowing down over his shoulders, and there were flowers wrapped in the band around the half-up ponytail, and smaller flowers were weaved into the braids. The nightgown–hell, or dress Isoloses couldn’t tell because of how nice it was–was tight and sheer, sparkling black with a deep abyss black band circling just below his chest. It was strapless, clinging onto his form beautifully.

His legs were covered up to his thighs, black sheer stockings didn’t let even the slightest slip of his skin show. His feet were bare save for the stockings, but he was leaning back with one knee crossed over the other, a little silver anklet circling the ankle that was hanging down by the leg that was supporting it. He recognized the anklet as one he’d bought Naevys on a realm with a lot of interesting stones and metals. It was made of a silver metal Isoloses couldn’t remember the name of, and the little charms hanging down from them symbolized different things, there was a leaf, a moon, and a water-colored gem that was shaped like a water droplet, and a flower–just a lot of different charms symbolizing nature stuff which was what made Isoloses stop everything to buy it. 

He’d sent Isandro on a wild goose chase looking for something so he’d be able to buy it to give Naevys. 

“Welcome home Isoloses,” Naevys purred teasingly, letting his leg swing a bit, the charms jingling a little as they hit each other. Isoloses was momentarily–okay, completely distracted, his eyes lingering on the anklet as it moved. Naevys giggled and sat up, letting his hair fall and settle around his shoulders as his arms curled around the backs of his thighs. “Distracted are we?” Isoloses shook his head to clear his thoughts, his hands releasing the sword and the book.

“A little,” He admitted, clearing his throat. “You look… really, really good tonight,” Isoloses managed to get out, licking his lips as his eyes ran over him. “What’s with the hair?” He asked, and Naevys shrugged, tilting his head a little.

“I was celebrating an Elven holiday called  Ƒệṫɘş Ī’Ḁúʀơçẚᴉ,” Naevys explained, letting his legs go before maneuvering himself up onto his knees. “That’s a trivial matter at the moment, however. Did you think of me, hm?” Naevys said, waving him forward. Isoloses stepped forward until his shins were pressing against the wood of the nest, his breath hitching as Naevys crawled forward and wrapped his slim arms around his neck.

“About every minute,” Isoloses admitted, his hands going to settle on Naevys’s waist, his eyes roaming over him hungrily. He looked fantastic, and his alpha was a lot more interested than normal, he realized.

“You’re practically drooling,” Naevys giggled, leaning over a little to let him see a slip of the top of his nipple as the collar of his nightgown fell a little. Isoloses’s eyes narrowed in on it and he sucked in a deep breath, his tongue running along his lips again. “Ooh-kay then big guy, reign in the pheromones,” Naevys teased, and Isoloses sucked in a deep breath, realization washing over him. 

It was going to take a lot of getting used to, having his body work properly. Demons always release pheromones when around someone they’re interested in sexually–it’s a biological thing they can’t help. However, they can intensify them, sometimes even accidentally when aroused, especially at first. Since his father had experimented on him, his pheromones were affected and he’d not really had any issues controlling them because despite producing them it wasn’t enough to affect anyone significantly. However, he’d learned how to do it so long ago that it was bound to take time to get into the habit of controlling them.

“Sorry, learning curve,” Isoloses explained, putting in the effort to limit it as much as he could.

“So you received the treatment, then?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses nodded his head.

“Is that okay?” Naevys nodded his head, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lip.

“You smell really good,” Naevys murmured, tugging him down a little so he was bending over the edge of the bed, teasingly brushing his lips against Isoloses’s. “How do you feel then? Is everything functioning properly?” Isoloses nodded his head.

“Better than usual,” He said, and Naevys nodded.

“How about I make use of you, then,” Naevys said, smirking as he ran his fingers over Isoloses’s bare chest, his fingers trailing along the dragon tattoo on Isoloses’s chest. “Take off your pants,” He commanded, his eyes glazed with arousal. Isoloses immediately pushed his sleeping pants down and let them pool around his ankles. Naevys’s slim hand reached out, curling around his already hard erection, the bright colored polish on his nails contrasting against his tan skin in a way that had his attention locked in.

Pleasure swirled through him at the feeling of Naevys’s soft hand wrapping around his erection, and Isoloses let out a shaky breath. He was ready to be buried inside of him, his alpha was practically vibrating with the desire to push himself inside of Naevys.

“Mm, already so hard? I think you were right, look at how hard you are for me already,” Naevys hummed, ducking his head down. Naevys’s tongue ran along the underside of his cock, wet and warm, and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. Naevys let out a hum, letting his tongue run along the tip of his erection where a bead of precum had formed. “Tastes way better,” He admitted, letting his tongue run along the tip of it. He let out a little moan and pulled the head of his cock into his mouth.

Isoloses’s eyes squeezed shut as he let out a groan, his hand going to rest on the back of Naevys’s head for lack of a better place to touch him. He just needed his hand on him somewhere. He threaded his fingers through the back of Naevys’s hair, feeling the silky soft texture of Naevys’s hair slipping between his fingers. Naevys immediately started sucking the head of his cock fervently, one hand going to trace the length of his erection while the other went down to cup his balls. 

Isoloses moaned, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face as Naevys kept sucking the head of his cock, the tip of his tongue licking the precum off of the head of his cock with each little bit he released. Each time, Naevys let out a pleased little moan, his eyes sparking with excitement as one of his hands stroked the length of Isoloses’s cock while the other massaged and played with his balls. Isoloses’s fingers tensed in Naevys’s hair and his hips pushed forward a little on accident. Or rather, his alpha decided it was time when Isoloses was content. Either way, he didn’t mean for it to happen.

Naevys’s hand squeezed around his balls, his eyes narrowing in a warning. Isoloses let out a squeaked I’m sorry, his heart skipping in his chest a little as he felt the inkling of pain at the rough treatment. It never failed to make his blood heat up with desire when Naevys was rough with him, and it was no different now. Naevys kept up the attention on the tip of Isoloses’s cock, his tongue taking its time running along the head of it, his hand never stopping its movement on the length of his erection. The grip on his balls relaxed when he remained still, and the massaging started. 

Isoloses could hardly breathe for a moment from the wave of pleasure that crashed down over him under all of the combined sensations rushing through him. Naevys tightened the grip around his cock, his eyes slipping shut as he sucked harder on his cock. Isoloses let his head fall back as he gripped Naevys’s hair, being careful not to try to influence his movements. It took actual effort, his alpha was way more present and interested. He could smell Naevys’s arousal so much better, it made him hyperaware of Naevys’s presence and the desire to be inside of him. 

He always wanted Naevys, but this was different. A burning need , one that was like an unquenchable, uncontainable fire that was undeterred by his desire for submission. He could control it, enough at the very least, but still. Isoloses was going to burn in his desire before Naevys even let him inside of him at this rate.

“Master, please,” Isoloses found himself saying as Naevys pulled his mouth off of the head of his cock and began licking at his tip. “I-I need you,” He rushed out, his fingers tugging on Naevys’s hair as pleasure coiled through him, his cock jerking in Naevys’s hand with each little lick. Naevys pulled back a bit, his hands continuing their movements as he tilted his head to the side like he was confused, arching a brow.

“Is that so?” Naevys purred, running his tongue along his lips. Isoloses’s eyes followed his tongue, unable to help it. “What do you want, hm? Gone for two days and you’ve completely forgotten your manners.” Naevys leaned forward and licked the bit of precum beading at the tip of his erection from the constant movement of his hands. They were so soft, it was melting his composure.

“I want to be inside you,” Isoloses answered, his cock pulsing in Naevys’s hand as he stroked it slowly, with a tight grip that made Isoloses’s breath hitch a little. Fuck it just felt so good, he couldn’t think. “I-I’ll be good! I’ll do anything you say, whatever you want!” Isoloses said, his heart speeding up at the flash of excitement in Naevys’s eyes. “ Please, “ He pleaded, his alpha squirming a little but complying nonetheless.

“Anything, you say?” Naevys hummed, his hands falling away from his cock. Isoloses couldn’t help the impatient whine he let out, even as he tried to push it away. Naevys smirked a little and clicked his tongue teasingly before he crawled back on the mattress and let himself fall back onto the pillows gracefully, his legs parting as he ran the tips of his fingers down the front of the skin-tight nightgown. Through it, Isoloses could see his pack mark, and it made his Alpha ready to pounce on him. The outline of it was clear through the sheer black fabric, and it made Isoloses’s breath catch a little.

“Absolutely anything you tell me to,” Isoloses said quickly, struggling against the urge to follow him up into the nest. In Caelestes, if an omega has a nest, alphas don’t enter uninvited. Nests are safe places for the omega, and entering without being invited can actually lead to being hit with a curse or if they have a defensive ability, they’ll even use it against the person entering. Sure, it was a bit draconian, but instincts get heavy in emotional situations. It wasn’t frequent, but it did happen. While Naevys’s nest was different, his alpha still recognized it as a nest, and he didn’t want to enter without permission even though he literally slept there every night for like three and a half weeks. 

“Come here,” Naevys said, smirking a little. “Stop when I say stop.” Isoloses nodded, his alpha accepting that as an invitation. He got into the nest after kicking his pants off his ankles, crawling towards Naevys cautiously. He didn’t really know what ‘stop when I say stop’ meant, so he took his time despite the urge to just speed over to him. When he was almost where he wanted to be–between Naevys’s legs–Naevys held up his hand, his smirk getting bigger. “Stop there.”

Isoloses did, leaning up so that he was resting his weight on his heels while his eyes ran over Naevys’s body, his erection throbbing. Naevys looked so beautiful, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Naevys’s nightgown pushed up around his hips a bit with the way his legs were parted and Isoloses could see his cock tenting the front of the sinfully tight panties he was wearing, which matched the nightgown perfectly, with a little black bow on the waistband. His eyes were burning with desire as he looked up at Isoloses, and he couldn’t help but squirm a little under the intensity in them.

Naevys was just… too beautiful, and Naevys knew it. Even with the scars on his face, his face was flawless–pouty lips that felt amazing against his skin, those expressive black eyes that sparkled in the light, the gentle arch of his eyebrows, the little beauty mark beneath his eye… oh nothing could take away from his beauty. Isoloses wanted him, so much, more than he was positive he ever had before in the past.

Isoloses’s breath caught in his throat as Naevys brought his stocking-covered foot down and ran it along the length of his cock. Isoloses shuddered, listening to the faint jingling of the charms on Naevys’s anklet as he moved his foot along the length of his erection. Pleasure washed through Isoloses and he let out a choked moan, his hands gripping his thighs.

“P-Please,” He pleaded breathlessly, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s leg, up to his foot, watching as Naevys ran the tips of toes up Isoloses’s abdomen, to his chest teasingly. Naevys hummed and let out a giggle, his smirk turning a little mischievous as he trailed the tips of his toes along Isoloses’s throat, tilting his chin back a bit. Naevys pulled his foot back a bit, prompting Isoloses to open his eyes, fighting back a whine.

“Isoloses,” Naevys drawled, the beautiful hiss of his voice sending shivers of excitement through him. Isoloses was so weak to the way Naevys’s voice caressed his name. It  usually made him excited… this time even his alpha was on edge. Frankly, a new development Isoloses wasn’t sure how to process was his alpha’s compliance. If he was present usually, it was to try for dominance but it didn’t seem like that was the case… so he wasn’t going to complain. 

“Master,” Isoloses breathed, his hands squeezing a little where they rested. He wanted more , wanted to touch him, wanted to be inside of him. He wanted to fuck him until he was moaning and writhing desperately until there was no question in anyone’s mind–Naevys was his. 

“Kiss my foot,” He said, one corner of his lips quirking up a bit. Isoloses nodded thoughtlessly and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the bottom of Naevys’s stocking-covered foot softly. Naevys hummed, pursing his lips for a moment before he let his foot drop down to the mattress. Naevys rolled over onto his side and propped himself up on the pillows and his elbow, his face resting against his balled fist as he looked over Isoloses. 

Isoloses let out a whine, his desperation getting the better of him as Naevys slid one of his feet between Isoloses’s thighs, his toes lightly brushing against his balls as it slid down where Naevys wanted it. Isoloses couldn’t help the shiver that raced through him at the feeling, his hands clenching into fists.

“Go ahead,” Naevys said, amusement glittering in his eyes as he looked over him. Isoloses moved immediately, crawling up the bed and pressing his erection against Naevys’s ass, his hips pushing forward a bit. The back of the underwear he was wearing peeked between his cheeks, barely covering anything and it made Isoloses’s mind fog over. “You’re adorably desperate tonight, did you miss me that much, hm?” Naevys teased, his hand coming down to wrap around the base of his erection. Isoloses moaned and nodded, his hands going to grip the thigh Naevys had resting on the bed in front of the leg that he’d slipped between Isoloses’s thighs.

Naevys giggled and slid his fingers along the band of the underwear, slipping his fingers beneath the slim line of translucent fabric, slipping it over, and hooking it on the swell of his ass cheek. Isoloses let out a little groan as Naevys’s hand moved to grip onto the swell of his other ass cheek, exposing his hole. Isoloses caught sight of something nestled inside of it, a marbled stone of some kind, it looked smooth and shiny.

“What’s… What’s that?” Isoloses asked breathlessly, letting out a moan as Naevys’s hand started stroking his cock slowly.

“Why don’t you pull it and find out?” Naevys said mischievously. Isoloses nodded and licked his suddenly dry lips, anticipation crawling through him as he moved his hand quickly to run over the base of the object. It was slightly warm, oddly enough, despite being stone. It was smooth as if it were made out of glass  or something. He gripped the base of it and tugged, his eyes widening as he was met with the slightest bit of resistance. “Go ahead,” Naevys said, giggling as amusement danced in his eyes.

Isoloses nodded, pulling it a little harder, his breath rushing out of him as he watched it slide out of him. It was thick, almost as thick as his length, though shorter. Slick leaked out around it with each little bit that he pulled out until it was out. Once it was fully out, Naevys’s hole clenched a little around nothing, still open just enough for slick to run leak out of it freely. Isoloses’s cock jumped in Naevys’s hand, his body burning with the need to be inside of him. Isoloses tossed the thing away from them, leaning over Naevys and resting his weight on his fists on the mattress on either side of him.

“Master, please, I need to be inside of you, please,” He pleaded breathlessly, his lips brushing a soft kiss against the top of his arm. Naevys nodded his head, using the grip on Isoloses’s cock to lead his cock to his hole. Isoloses leaned down more to press his lips against Naevys’s as Naevys’s hand pulled away from his cock. Naevys moaned, shifting just enough for the head of his cock to push inside of his hole. It wasn’t even all the way, but it was enough to have him breathless and aching.

He immediately sank forward, desire clouding his judgment as he buried himself inside of Naevys’s tight heat. Naevys moaned into the kiss, his arm coming up to wrap around his neck, his hole clenching tightly around his length. Isoloses let out a groan, his hips thrusting forward once. Naevys moaned, his mouth pulling away from Isoloses’s to tsk quietly.

“Now, now, take your time ,” Naevys scolded, his eyes darkening with arousal. “Thrust slowly,” he instructed, pushing Isoloses up so that he was straight. “Watch your cock as it moves,” Naevys demanded, his hand moving from his ass to between his legs, slipping into the waistband of his underwear. Isoloses nodded, beginning to slowly thrust his hips, his hand gripping onto Naevys’s thigh, just above the band of his stocking. Isoloses’s eyes went down to Naevys’s hole, taking in the sight of his pinkened rim stretched around his cock, pleasure crashing into him like a mallet.

Naevys let out a moan, his head falling down on the pillow as he let his arm fall down against the mattress, his eyes fluttering shut. Isoloses kept the pace slow like Naevys instructed, listening to the beautiful moans and hums falling out of his mouth. The pace was enough to have Isoloses’s cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, but he could scarcely think or care about that. The sight of Naevys’s hole wrapping around him was too arousing, the way Naevys’s hole gripped around him on each outward motion made his head swim.

The pleasure from it was one thing, it was intense and felt really good– but watching it was something else entirely. He rarely ever went slow enough to really pick up the slight details, like the slick that clung onto his length and the way his hole clenched. Naevys was so warm and wet that it made him ache to just fuck him, to stop the slow pace and just go wild.

It wasn’t wholly unusual, he admitted, he loved when Naevys took everything he gave him but it was unusual for him to practically need to move faster. Usually, Naevys was barking orders for him to go fast, and perhaps that was why–maybe he was just reading way too much into the antidote but he needed Naevys in a way that was wholly different from how he needed him before.  This felt different, like every molecule in his body was screaming at him for more.

“Master,” Isoloses half sighed, half plead, lost somewhere between the pleasure of being inside of Naevys, and the need to just go faster. Naevys let out a hum, tilting his head a little bit as he let out a moan, pulling his leg up a bit. “Can I go faster, please master, please?” Naevys hummed again while smirking, his eyes roaming over Isoloses hungrily as Isoloses fought back the urge to just move faster .

“Someone’s impatient tonight, hm?” Naevys purred, smiling faintly as he looked up at Isoloses. Isoloses nodded his head, his eyes breaking away from Naevys’s hole to roam over Naevys’s face instead, his hand tightening on Naevys’s thigh. “Horny little mutt, can’t help wanting to hump everything,” Naevys tsked, grabbing Isoloses’s wrist and tugging his hand from where it was gripping his thigh. Isoloses let out a whine, letting himself fall forward, and caught himself with his other hand quickly. “Go ahead, faster, harder, make me scream.”

Isoloses couldn’t help his hips’ movements speeding up as soon as the words ‘go ahead’ left Naevys’s mouth, putting more force behind each thrust as he gripped into the blankets. Naevys’s hand slipped back between his legs, the head of his cock peeking out from behind his thigh and dripping precum onto the blanket. It made Isoloses’s blood heat up, pleasure and desire burning through his veins.

Isoloses couldn’t think beyond the feeling of Naevys’s warmth wrapped around him like a vice. Each thrust of his hips pulled a moan from Naevys’s mouth, his pretty black eyes glazed as they roamed over Isoloses, and it was all he could do not to lose himself to instinct entirely. He couldn’t help but long to be closer, he wanted to leave marks all over Naevys, wanted everyone to see he was his . Isoloses changed his angle a bit, and when he thrusted into Naevys again, Naevys let out a loud moan, his eyes slipping shut as he hiked his leg up higher on the bed in front of him even more, his hand moving on his erection in time with Isoloses’s thrusts.

Pleasure coursed through his body with every movement of his hips, the beautiful sound of Naevys’s pleasure filling the air around him. He could listen to those noises on a loop forever, each one hit him in the balls and made his cock jerk inside of Naevys. Naevys melted below him, his back arching as trembles spread through his body, his hand leaving his erection to wrap around Isoloses’s bicep.

“Isoloses, fuck,” Naevys moaned, his eyes fluttering open to look up at him from where he was resting, his cheeks flushed and eyes watering slightly. Naevys was beautiful  and could take a cock like no one else Isoloses was sure, but after so long Isoloses knew how easy it was for him to make Naevys fall into his orgasm. It never failed to stroke his ego, it made him feel so good to know that Naevys was weak to pleasure when it came from him.

In his mind, it drew a line in the sand metaphorically speaking. It didn’t matter who else touched Naevys when he was gone because Naevys liked his touch the best . That appeased Isoloses more than one would think. No matter where he went, whom he went with, it was like an unspoken promise that he’d always prefer him. 

Naevys’s hand moved from where he was gripping onto his bicep to push him a little, prompting Isoloses to pause and look down at him. Naevys smirked and slipped his body around a little, his bent leg slipping between Isoloses’s thighs as he rolled onto his stomach. Isoloses shifted a little, leaning over his back and nuzzling into the back of his neck. For a moment, he completely forgot that he was supposed to be fucking Naevys, even with his cock buried inside of him. Instead, he buried his nose in the back of Naevys’s neck, allowing his scent to wash over him and envelope him.

It always made him lose his thoughts, lose his sense. He couldn’t help but sink into Naevys, no matter how hard he tried to repress the urge to do so, he always did.

“Come on mutt,” Naevys said, “Focus that empty head of yours on the task at hand, I want to cum,” Naevys’s voice drew Isoloses out of his momentary stupor and pushed him to action. Isoloses rested his weight on his palms and began thrusting into him harder, losing himself to instinct just a bit as he began working his hips. All he could think about was getting as deep inside of him as possible, marking him as his. 

Naevys immediately jolted beneath him as he angled his hips and put his weight behind each thrust, knocking moans out of Naevys’s mouth with each movement. Pleasure enveloped Isoloses as Naevys’s hand curled around his wrist, his fingernails biting into his skin rough enough to draw a hiss from Isoloses’s mouth. The pain barely registered, but what little of it did only managed to combine with the pleasure, intensifying it even more.

“Harder,” Naevys demanded breathlessly, trembles coursing through his body as Isoloses immediately began putting more force behind his thrusts. Naevys tensed and convulsed, burying his face in the mattress as he cried out loudly, his hole clenching tightly around Isoloses’s cock. “Fuuuuuck,” Naevys moaned, his voice muffled into the mattress as he rocked his hips against the blankets.

“Master, you feel fantastic,” Isoloses groaned, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s back and watching the muscles ripple in it as he shuddered and rocked his hips. “Beautiful,” He murmured, speeding up his movements more. Naevys let out a loud moan, his head tilting to the side as his fingernails dug into his wrist, even more, his hips trying to push back into Isoloses’s thrusts, even with him being pinned to the bed. Naevys was nothing if not demanding, he wasn’t the kind to be complaisant, and Isoloses loved that. He loved that even when he was on top of Naevys, Naevys was the one in control. 

It didn’t need to be said, it was just a fact–written in stone, when Naevys told him to do something he would do it without question. Some of it was the pact, but Naevys scarcely had to use it to get him to do anything. He used it during sex mainly, because Naevys liked the control he had over him being displayed. Isoloses admittedly loved the way that it felt to be controlled by Naevys, whom he knew he could trust to handle everything. 

Naevys’s hole was pliant around him, wet and yielding, not nearly as suffocating as usual, and to his surprise, it felt better. Way better, it was easier to move, like in the middle to the beginning of the end of Naevys’s heat when his hole was open and stretched, but without the sharp edge of overstimulation and pain. He didn’t mind overstimulation  or pain, but even so–this was something else .

“Ah, Isoloses,” Naevys cried out, his hand abandoning Isoloses’s wrist so that he could raise his head and chest up, his weight resting on his elbows as his hands curled around the edge of the mattress. “I-I swear you’re bigger,” He gasped, using his knees to push his hips up a bit so that Isoloses could go deeper. The angle change made Naevys moan and tremble, his head lulling forward as he held himself in place.

Isoloses didn’t know about that, if he was it was a microscopic difference, but he supposed Naevys would be able to tell if something felt different given he’d been taking his cock for eight hundred years. 

“Am I?” Isoloses mused, and Naevys nodded his head, turning to glance up at him.

“I believe so. Isoloses,” Naevys murmured, his breath hitched. As composed as the words sounded, Isoloses could hear the edge in them, the desire lacing through them made the words sound shaky. “Sparks, use them,” Naevys demanded, drawing a groan from Isoloses’s throat. He shut his eyes and concentrated for a moment, focusing the energy through his body, feeling it vibrate beneath his skin. This required perfect control of his ability, and concentration, but he had gotten used to managing the pleasure with the amount of concentration necessary after so long.

Isoloses’s hands moved up to where Naevys’s were and he curled his fingers between Naevys’s fingers, his palm resting on the back of Naevys’s hands. He gripped the bed tightly, focusing intently as he let the slightest bit of energy escape through his skin. Naevys jolted, a moan falling out of his lips as he rested his forehead down on the bed, his long hair strewn across his shoulders and the pillows in front of him. He looked ravished, his back arched and trembles coursing through him.

“Thrust, keep the sparks going, fuck!” Naevys cried out as Isoloses pulled out and thrusted back into him, his entire body clenching as he gripped tighter onto the bed. “Why does that feel so good?” He wondered aloud, and fuck if Isoloses had an answer to that question he’d give it to him but he didn’t know. He kept the pulse of energy low, and slow, letting it vibrate through him. Each pulse of energy made Naevys tense and moan loudly, his hole clenching around Isoloses’s length no matter how deeply he was buried inside of him.

Isoloses let out a groan, thrusting his hips a little harder as the pleasure from Naevys’s hole clenching around him made his mind haze over a bit more. He was doing well to keep the currents in control, and the constant pleasure from Naevys clenching around him was driving him absolutely mental.

“Touch my nipple,” Naevys demanded, shifting his elbows down a bit to raise his chest more. Isoloses nodded his head, biting down on Naevys’s shoulder as he raised one of his hands and brushed it along Naevys’s nipple, letting a tiny pulse of energy flow through the tips of his fingers. Naevys gasped and moaned, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered, his hole tightening even more around his length.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” Naevys moaned, pushing his ass back against Isoloses’s hips, grinding desperately as his fingers clenched around the edge of the mattress. Isoloses let out a groan into Naevys’s shoulder as he ground his hips forward, letting a bit more energy flow through his length for a brief moment. Naevys cried out and jolted, convulsing a bit as his hole clenched and tightened around Isoloses. 

“Feel good?” Isoloses couldn’t help but tease as he thrusted into him and ground his hips down, pulling a moan from Naevys’s lips as a pulse of energy echoed out of Isoloses’s length. Naevys cried out, jolting for a moment as his head dipped forward, his entire body melting for a moment as he grounded himself. When Naevys’s eyes opened, he narrowed them, his lips pulling up into a smirk. 

“Absolutely delightful,” Naevys answered breathlessly, “It’s about to feel better though,” Naevys said, smirking a little as he pushed himself back against Isoloses’s hips, burying him inside of him as much as possible, before clenching his hole around Isoloses deliberately. “Cum, knot me now,” Naevys commanded.

Isoloses shuddered, his teeth sinking down into Naevys’s shoulder again to muffle his moan as pleasure zinged through his veins, and for a moment everything disappeared as pleasure rang through every inch of his body. He couldn’t think, it felt too good. His knot swelling inside of Naevys brought a groan from his mouth, every inch of his body vibrating. He was sure nothing had ever felt as good as it did, sparks of pleasure echoing through his body.

Naevys moaned and convulsed below him, his hole clenching and unclenching around his erection, and his knot, and it felt so good. So good that nothing else in the world mattered, nothing could compare. It felt amazing as his knot filled Naevys, growing steadily bigger and bigger as he ground his hips forward. It was so much, and too much, and just enough all at one time. He was sure he’d never been hit this hard by popping a knot. The difference, well he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there and undeniable. He had never really stopped to think about how his body responded to pleasure but it seemed like to some extent the toxins even dulled that down. 

He was absolutely positive he’d never had an orgasm hit him as hard as the one that followed his knot swelling into place and locking him and Naevys together. It set his blood to a sizzle, the controlled energy flowing through him amping up just a little as he lost control of it for a brief moment before managing to reign it in even as pleasure wrung through his body and left him thoughtless. Naevys let out a hoarse moan and sank down onto the bed below him, keeping his knees bent and his hips pushed up.

For a moment, he could barely breathe, it was just so strong that everything felt like it was consuming him and he couldn’t lie… he loved it. As he sank down on top of Naevys, he let out a groan and cut off the energy flow entirely. Naevys shifted and let out a hum, his eyes fluttering open. 

Isoloses shifted them around carefully so they were on their sides, his nose nuzzling into the crook of Naevys’s neck. Naevys hummed again and rested his head over onto Isoloses’s, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Isoloses pressed a kiss to his neck, curling his arm around Naevys and pulling him firmly back against his chest. He felt so good, so close to Naevys that he wanted to melt into him.

“I missed you, Master,” Isoloses murmured into his neck, and Naevys giggled quietly.

“…Mm, me too,” Naevys murmured quietly after a minute, his fingertips trailing along Isoloses’s forearm and up to his wrist. Naevys’s hand wrapping around his wrist made Isoloses pull his head up from the crook of Naevys’s neck to see what he was doing. Isoloses’s eyes landed on the wrist Naevys had gripped into and scratched, taking in the sight of the marks. To his surprise, Naevys actually drew blood. Naevys’s fingers ran along the marks on his wrist, a wry smile pulling up the corners of his lips.

“Does it hurt?” He mused quietly. Isoloses shook his head, pressing a kiss to Naevys’s neck.

“Didn’t even know it was there til you pointed it out,” Isoloses answered, his voice a quiet murmur. Naevys nodded and pressed his lips against it softly, three times, on each fingernail mark.

“Good,” Naevys murmured softly, “I have to get some sleep soon, we are going on a trip through the woods tomorrow to locate a plant that has been recently discovered in the mountain behind Ilyenasera, it seems as though when ingested it makes the person violently ill,” Naevys said, making Isoloses nod his head and let out a yawn.

“We can sleep. I’m just glad to be home,” Isoloses murmured. Naevys nodded his head in response and shifted back the slightest bit. making himself comfortable. 

“Goodnight, then,” Naevys mused, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“Goodnight, Master,” Isoloses murmured, nuzzling back into Naevys’s neck and letting his eyes slip shut. He really was just… thrilled to be back with Naevys, he didn’t care if they stayed curled up in bed until the realm collapsed in on itself. All he wanted was to be with Naevys, Naevys was his everything. He’d tiptoed around the word love for a long time, struggling to even accept the idea as a possibility, but now that he was back with Naevys after he’d said it… even if it was a slip of the tongue and was an accident, Isoloses wanted it to be true.

He wanted to say it back. He wanted to mean it.

And… he was pretty sure he would mean it. Nothing else made sense at this point, he wanted to be with Naevys, and didn’t care where he had to go or whom he had to be with to do so. He wanted to spend his time with Naevys, holding him and being held by him. Even if he hated himself and found no value in his life alone… his life with Naevys… well that wasn’t so bad. He served a purpose, he found a reason to keep living in Naevys somewhere. He didn’t know where or why, he didn’t understand it. But really did he have to?

After eight hundred years of being completely enraptured in him, it seemed highly unlikely that anything would change that. He didn’t have eyes for anyone else, and while he’d sleep with anyone Naevys told him to, that was more about following orders than the actual act of having sex. Sure physically he derived pleasure from it, that was inevitable, but it wasn’t about that for him. It was about Naevys telling him to do it. He gave Naevys full and uncontested control of him, he didn’t care who he wanted to use his body, in his mind, his body was Naevys’s. He could do with it what he wanted.

He liked that. He liked being someone’s property, someone’s toy, someone’s something. The only someone who he wanted to belong to was Naevys. He… he never wanted anyone else. Naevys was perfect, and he was flawed from the very foundation of his being, he didn’t deserve Naevys.

But if he was the one Naevys chose… well, he wasn’t about to complain about that either.

“Їλ δöщξθlІ θІδι, ΘΞї,” Isoloses murmured, his voice barely a whisper. It was such a simple statement,  I love you, Master, but even so he was unsure of the words themselves and what they meant. He wanted to test the waters and see how it felt coming out of his mouth, even if it was in a language that most beings had already forgotten. He didn’t want to say it to Naevys if he wasn’t sure he really meant it, and this way even if he overheard, he’d probably just be confused as hell over the weird ass language Isoloses spoke in.

He just… wanted to see how it felt to put a name to the feelings he’d been feeling for so long. It… fit surprisingly well. Naevys hummed quietly, his eyes fluttering a bit but he seemed to be asleep enough that he didn’t hear him. Isoloses pressed a soft kiss to his neck.

It was better that way, he’d rather not have to translate it when he finally managed to utter those words aloud to him.

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When Naevys woke Isoloses up that morning, the light moon was just beginning to peek out over the top of the waterfall. Isoloses had woken up groggy and tired, but he didn’t complain as he got dressed. He found himself excited to get up, really. He loved spending time with Naevys and now that he was back again, all he wanted to do was stay with him. Isoloses hadn’t dragged his feet, he’d hurried through getting dressed, realized he didn’t have his shoes, and Naevys had to open a portal to Caelestes into his room so that he could grab his shoes quickly.

It’d taken roughly five minutes and when he returned, Naevys was dressed in a long black jacket that fell down to the ground behind him almost as if he were wearing a ballgown or something, and the tightest pair of black pants that Isoloses had ever been graced to see. The jacket itself was black, made out of some soft flowing fabric, and fit snugly around his shoulders and his waist, where it fell down loosely behind him. The pants were rather plain, just black, but tight enough that Isoloses swore if he popped a boner it’d be more than a little obvious. He was in the middle of lacing up the boots he’d paired with the outfit when he walked out of the portal Naevys left open, and Naevys waved his hand, the portal zipping closed behind Isoloses with a little noise.

Isoloses roamed his eyes over Naevys, taking in the way he was positioned heatedly, unable to help the way his eyes roamed over his ass. Even with the jacket on, Isoloses could faintly see the dip between his ass cheeks. Naevys let out a hum and turned to face him, his foot landing elegantly on the floor in front of him, the coat fluttering around him with a flourish. Isoloses nearly choked on his tongue.

Naevys looked beautiful, but he always looked beautiful. Only today, he looked more traditional. Around his slim waist and the coat, there was a wide-waisted belt cinching it shut, with a lace-up front that had black ribbon threaded through it, tied into a perfect little bow with little butterfly pendants hanging at each end. Around his thigh, there was a grey leather band with black lace peeking out around the edges, and a silver-plated gemstone-encrusted butterfly connected both ends of the grey leather band. The boots he was wearing were black and reached up to his knees, ribbon running all the way up that matched the belt. They added about eight centimeters to his height, obviously platforms with rounded toes. 

Around his throat was a black choker with a red rose in the center, and a sparkling white gemstone of some kind in the center. Around the rose in the center, there was a grey-black vine that weaved around the rose with thorns on it made of metal, it matched the metal the rose was made out of, though it was painted red delicately enough that you could barely tell. Hanging directly down beneath the lowest point of the rose was a tear shape red gemstone. There was a second necklace hanging beneath it, which was a silver chain with a white gemstone-encrusted crescent moon connected to each end of the silver chain. At the bottom of the moon, there was a bright, intricately painted red rose, with metal leaves and a vine crawling around the front of the moon. In the center of the rose there was a small circular white diamond, and hanging from the top of the moon was a teardrop-shaped white gemstone that sparkled brightly.

Isoloses recognized the second necklace as one he’d picked up when he was doing deep-cover reconnaissance in one of the break-off dark elf realms. He’d seen it and immediately thought of Naevys and spent everything he had to get the necklace because apparently, the gemstones were worth a lot , or he was swindled one. Either way, he didn’t care because Naevys was wearing it so that meant it was money well spent in his eyes.

Naevys’s finger was adorned by a ring that perfectly matched the choker around his neck, and his ears had a set of sparkling white gemstones hooked into them. Both were teardrop shaped and looked as though there was a hand curling around the white gemstones, though one was hanging down on a chain so it brushed along the edge of his chin.

His hair was still long, styled with the top layer of it pulled up into a loose bun that looked somewhat like a rose, the bottom layer of his hair was wavy and flowing down over his shoulders. The loose hair at the bottom had a different shape of braids littering through it. His bangs fell down over his forehead and framed the edges of his face. Pressed into the center of his forehead was a silver gemstone encrusted crescent moon pressed into his forehead, a little jewel dangling from it that was red and matched the one hanging around his throat.

All throughout his hair, there were flowers of all different kinds slipped into the bottom of the bun, and teeny tiny little flowers were weaved through the oddly shaped braids. His eyes were lined with black kohl liner, his lips were faintly pink and pouty. He looked… elegant, and beautiful, and Isoloses couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, his jaw a little unhinged. He was a little speechless, he couldn’t lie.

“Oh damn,” Isoloses said, his eyes roaming over Naevys, unable to tear his gaze away from him as he stood in front of him. Naevys smirked, his black eyes sparkling with amusement as they stared at him.

“Oh look at that, someone’s speechless,” Naevys teased, walking towards him and curling his arms around Isoloses’s neck, tilting his head to the side mischievously. Isoloses wrapped his arms around Naevys’s waist, pulling him closer to his chest.

“A bit,” Isoloses admitted, leaning down to press a kiss to Naevys’s lips. Naevys allowed it for a minute before he pulled away from the kiss.

“We don’t have time right now,” Naevys said, shifting his weight up onto the toes of his boots, raising himself up enough to brush his hips against Isoloses’s cheek. “Later, we must hurry right now. Put your shoes on and grab your sword.” Isoloses nodded and dropped his boots down on the floor, slipping his sock-covered feet into the shoes. He leaned down and quickly tied his boots before he stood back up.

“Ready,” He responded, picking his sword up off the ground and hooking the holster onto the waistband of his pants, and then pulled on his mask. Naevys nodded his head and smirked, turning on his heels and walking away quickly, Isoloses following closely behind him. 

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When they came up on the trail leading up the Ilyenasera mountain, the carriage pulled to a stop and the driver got out of the front of the carriage and opened the door for them. Isoloses got out first and Naevys paused at the step putting his arms out. Isoloses chuckled and grabbed his waist, lifting him up off of the carriage bottom and placing him down on the ground. Naevys smirked and motioned toward the woods before he turned and walked toward the trail. Isoloses followed him into the trail, following a step or two behind him.

Naevys began whistling quietly as he walked, his hands folding behind his back as his head turned back and forth, his eyes roaming over the mostly dark forest. The inclination on the side that they were walking up wasn’t nearly as steep as the part of the mountain that Ilyenasera was built on, and was much less steep than the mountain right outside out the city. Isoloses had walked past it when he walked to Cassian’s castle, and it was a daunting sight to look at. All the trees covering it only made it look taller  and more impossible to climb over there. Here, the incline was not all that much.

Naevys’s coat kissed the ground behind him as he walked, dragging against the grassy ground, his hips swaying back and forth just a little. Isoloses couldn’t help but watch his ass as he walked, his eyes practically devouring his form. He just looked so good, Isoloses couldn’t help but be distracted. Naevys’s head turned and his eye glanced over Isoloses, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips.

“Is there something bothering you?” Naevys teased, making Isoloses flush and shake his head. Naevys nodded his head, turning back to look in front of him as he looked around the woods. Naevys seemed to be looking for something, Isoloses realized, watching him in fascination. It made sense, they were here to look for something… Isoloses just couldn’t focus. Naevys was always a bit distracting, but he was just beyond distracted at this point.

To some extent, it did make sense that he’d be hornier. His body was clearing of the toxins that’d inhibited quite a bit of his sex drive, and as such his body was adjusting to having a more normal sex drive. It didn’t make it any easier to focus on the task at hand, however. 

“What are we looking for?” Isoloses mused, running his eyes along the forest floor curiously. Naevys hummed, jumping over a root that was sticking up out of the ground as if he couldn’t just step over it. Isoloses smiled a little, unable to help it. Naevys could be so cute. Isoloses was admitted a little… enamored with him. Before he’d been aware of Naevys and had found him irresistible, but this was more.

It was as if he couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, he couldn’t control his cock jumping to life in his pants. He could hear the sound of animals running through the trees, bugs buzzing around, and bats clicking in the sky above the treetops. It was dark, dark enough that Isoloses was struggling to see–something Elves didn’t have a problem with.

Elves’ eyes adjust to light quickly and can take in the dark a lot easier than a demon could. It had something to do with the reason behind their eyes being black, but elves were secretive enough that it was difficult to pinpoint the exact cause without getting the information straight from one–and they weren’t keen on answering questions… Especially when they were coming from demons.

“We’re looking for a small golden plant, which is bioluminescent,” Naevys said, “Apparently when we pass it, we won’t be able to miss it.” He explained, his eyes scanning over the trees. “It’s supposed to be somewhere along this trail.”

“That’s not a lot of details for something we’re supposed to look for,” Isoloses commented. Naevys nodded his head and shrugged.

“To be fair, I documented almost every single plant in this realm when I moved here.” Naevys responded, “So if anyone would recognize an oddity in the plant life, it’d probably be me.” Isoloses nodded, following behind him closely. “Keep your eye out for animals, apparently they are prone to trying to protect it.”

“That’s weird,” Isoloses noted, running his eyes along the treeline cautiously. “What kinda plant has the local animal life protecting it?” Naevys shrugged.

“A smart plant,” Naevys answered easily. Isoloses hummed in response, staying closer to Naevys. As they walked, Isoloses kept his eyes on the trees, and then on Naevys, then back to the trees again, his hand on the handle of his sword uneasily. The higher up they went, the more anxious Isoloses grew, the animals in the trees staying hidden, but staying oddly close to them regardless. It felt as if they were being followed, trailed, and  watched. It was creepy, Isoloses couldn’t help but think.

Isoloses lost track of time, the trees overhead completely hid the light moon from sight and blanketed the entire area in darkness. Isoloses couldn’t see very well, he could definitely tell that the enhancements his father had implanted in him with the injection were dimming back to normal and that was fine… but this was one time he actually wanted to use them.

It was frustrating, but the farther up he walked, the less he even noticed. He stopped even noticing the animals scurrying along the edges of the woods. He found himself coming to a stop, his eyes catching sight of something glowing through the trees. As if he were entranced by it, he found himself stepping into the treeline, barely even hearing Naevys call his name in the distance. He didn’t even register it, though, oddly enough. He could hear it, he wanted to acknowledge it, but–

He stopped when he came up to the source of the light, his eyes widening a little as he looked over it. It was beautiful, shiny, and bright–glowing the brightest gold that Isoloses was sure he’d ever seen. It pulsed faintly, its energy source calling the siphon in him.

It was a plant, bright gold and umbrella-shaped. It glowed so brightly gold that Isoloses couldn’t make out the details of it, but–it was beautiful and he wanted to touch it. He had to touch it. Isoloses reached his hand out to touch it, his breath catching in his throat.

“ISOLOSES NO!” Naevys cried, tossing his hand out as he stumbled into the clearing. Before Isoloses could touch the plant, vines curled tightly around his wrist and yanked him back away from it. Isoloses fell backward, his head hitting a tree trunk. He let out a groan, his free hand coming up to rub at the back of his head. 

“Ow!” he groaned, blinking as he sat up, taking in the sight of Naevys, who was glaring heatedly at him. “What, I didn’t do anything?!” Isoloses said, trying to raise his hands. His wrist was being held down to the ground by the vines that Naevys had used to pull him away from the plant.

“Just stay there and get the jar out of your pocket and hand it to me,” Naevys demanded, walking over to him and kneeling down beside him, one of his knees pressing into the grass. Isoloses reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the glass bottle that Naevys had given him in the carriage on the way over. Isoloses sat it down on his thigh and waved his hand over it, making the jar grow in size until it was back to normal. Naevys took it as it began rolling off of his thigh, and stood up, walking towards the plant.

Isoloses caught sight of a set of eyes peering into the clearing, glowing golden eyes that looked like a wolfs. 

“Naevys, there’s something watching you,” Isoloses said, his free hand going to his sword and pulling it out of the holster. Naevys nodded and waved his hand, unscrewing the cap on the jar. Naevys picked a rock up off of the ground and balled his hand into a fist before he muttered something under his breath that Isoloses couldn’t make out, then he held his hand open over the jar, and out of his hand, a powder flowed into the jar. Naevys moved forward a bit, his hands disappearing into the dirt around the plant’s root, and pulled it up carefully, taking some of the dirt, grass, and other stuff growing around it with it.

Naevys dropped the plant down into the jar carefully and screwed the lid on, his eyes roaming over it curiously. For a moment, it seemed like everything was fine, the wolf hadn’t moved and the plant was contained, so it seemed like a non-issue. Naevys waved his hand and the vine around Isoloses’s wrist receded. Isoloses pulled himself up off of the dirt and looked over Naevys, his eyes moving to the eyes.

“What is it?” Isoloses asked cautiously, his eyes narrowing in on it. 

“It appears to be some kind of Áɀɘʀóɭīǝʀ Ľᴉⱴíɗɘ, though this is not one of the documented sub-species of them,” Naevys paused and hummed, inspecting it closely. “It appears that you were drawn to it, which means it is safe to say that it lures beings near it in an effort to get them to consume it in some way.”

“That’s weird.” That didn’t even really sum up the full thought in Isoloses’s head.

“To put it lightly. Come along, we have somewhere to visit now.” Naevys said, turning around and heading back through the woods toward the trail. The wolf followed behind them closely, staying out of sight and just behind them as if it were going to attack them. Isoloses initially thought it was, but after a few minutes, he realized that wasn’t the case. Instead, it just seemed like it was following the plant as if its life depended on it.

“Naevys there’s… something following us,” Isoloses murmured, stepping closer to him protectively. Naevys nodded silently and didn’t respond, keeping his feet moving quickly. It made Isoloses stay right with him, worry seeping through him.

The walk down the mountain with the plant seemed to take forever, and Isoloses was more on edge than he’d ever been, because the farther down the mountain they went, the more animals followed them. Naevys remained calm and continued walking albeit a little quickly. It wasn’t the walk of someone terrified but he definitely wasn’t wasting any time getting through the trees.

When they finally broke out of the forest and headed towards the carriage, Isoloses was relieved to be the hell out of the woods. He was more creeped out by the animals just following silently behind them as if they were just watching and observing them. It was creepy, and unnerving and Isoloses didn’t like it. He couldn’t relax, because he was worried about them attacking Naevys because he was the one holding the plant, not Isoloses. Isoloses wouldn’t care if they attacked him, but attacking Naevys… he didn’t like that idea at all.

Isoloses pulled open the carriage door for Naevys and offered him his hand. Naevys let out a little hum as he took Isoloses’s hand and stepped up into the carriage, his hand curling around Isoloses’s tightly.

“Istreux, take us to Estellaiqua Corsiire in Estelduin,” Naevys said, taking a seat inside of the carriage before sitting the plant down on the seat in front of him. Isoloses took his seat beside Naevys, shutting the carriage door behind him. After a couple of seconds, the driver replied, and then they were on their way. Isoloses shifted closer to Naevys, nuzzling into his ear a bit. Naevys hummed quietly, raising an eyebrow curiously as he looked over at Isoloses.

“You should make yourself comfortable, this is going to be a long ride,” Naevys said, prompting Isoloses to nod and shift closer to him, his arm curling around his shoulders. Naevys blinked a couple of times, seemingly a little surprised before he let out a contemplative hum. Naevys shifted around on the carriage seat, one of his legs crossing over Isoloses’s, the other crossing over Naevys’s knee, his foot bouncing a little bit as he rested his head on Isoloses’s shoulder. Naevys’s fingers ran along his abdomen through his shirt, smirking mischievously.

“Mmm, I might just take a nap on you.” He mused, making Isoloses nod.

“Go ahead,” Isoloses said, curving his arm around Naevys’s back. “I’ll make sure you don’t fly out of the window.” Naevys nodded, his fingers trailing along the pact mark on Isoloses’s side as they dipped into the cut-out side of his shirt. Isoloses shivered and let out a moan, his cock hardening inside of his boxers. Even through his pants, it was pressing right against the inside of Naevys’s knee.

“Good boy,” Naevys giggled, nodding his head. “Don’t be afraid to take a nap as well, it’s a long  ride,” Naevys suggested. Isoloses nodded his head and nuzzled into Naevys’s hair carefully so as to avoid messing it up. Naevys smelled really good. Isoloses didn’t mind a long ride like this, honestly, it had to be better than walking anyway.

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By the time that the carriage finally stopped, Isoloses felt excited just to be getting out of the damn thing. He loved cuddling with Naevys, but he didn’t love how it felt like he was going to fall out of the back window when going up massive hills. Naevys slept the entire time, so Isoloses figured everything would be fine but even so, he was paranoid and the damn thing felt terrifying. Just his personal opinion, but it was one he’d die for. 

As he jumped out of the carriage and his feet hit solid ground, Isoloses wanted to bend down and kiss the fucking dirt. He definitely wouldn’t be jumping over any mountains to get back into that damn death trap, though he was sure when it came time for them to go back to Naevys’s he’d hop back into it. Merely because the walk back to Naevys’s house would suck. He’d have to walk through a town called Névé which had like six to ten inches of snow depending on what was around the area in question. He’d also have to walk down an incline that seemed annoying as hell.

There was also walking past Cassian’s castle, through Ilyenasera– basically, it was a long ass walk and Isoloses was less scared of dying in a carriage crash than he was willing to put the effort in to walk it. He was lazy, and that was just too much work.

Isoloses offered Naevys his hand as Naevys stepped up to the door, plant in one hand. Naevys smirked and took his hand, stepping down from the carriage gracefully. He looked stunning even after sleeping for three hours on Isoloses’s shoulder during the carriage ride. He hadn’t moved the entire time and then had woken up just before the carriage ride ended with more energy than a hellhound at breakfast.

Naevys hummed quietly and led him forward toward the large cottage. It was two stories, Isoloses could tell by looking at it, formed completely out of woven together tree limbs and vines forming the outside of the cottage. There was a huge front porch that stretched across the front, a roof covering it. Plants of various kinds were planted in little woven baskets that circled the railing of the entire porch, and little woven baskets hung from the roof of the porch by every banister, vines circling the banisters with bright green leaves and flowers of every color littered them.

“This should be fun,” Naevys said, smirking a little as he knocked on the door. For a couple of seconds, it was silent, nothing could be heard but the sound of birds of some kind, making loud chirping noises. Isoloses couldn’t remember seeing a single bird in the realm, now that he thought about it.

“Is that birds?” Isoloses asked, Naevys hummed and opened his mouth to respond but before he got the chance to, the door flung open. Isoloses took in the Naevys-sized elf who answered the door, with long deep emerald green hair. The elf’s hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which laid down over the elf’s shoulder and reached almost to their waist. They were pretty, every bit as dressed up as Naevys today.

There was an elven holiday yesterday, Isoloses remembered, but perhaps it was still going because he was beginning to see a trend. There were flowers littering the elf’s hair as well as the same braids Naevys had in his hair dispersed through their ponytail.

“Naevys darling!” The elf cried, flinging themselves forward and curling their arms around Naevys. Naevys laughed, hugging them back one-handed, offering Isoloses the plant. He took it dutifully, pulling it up to inspect it up close for a moment. “It’s been so long!” Isoloses glanced back at Naevys.

“Of course,” Naevys answered, pulling back from the hug before he motioned toward the plant. “I hate the ride here, you’re the one who picked this stupid place to build your house.” The elf pouted and crossed their arms over their chest. “I came for a reason though, I need your assistance with–”

“Who’s the demon hunk holding the plant?” The elf asked, cutting Naevys off mid-sentence as if they only just recognized he was there.

“That is Iso,” Naevys said, his eyes twinkling a little as he walked closer to Isoloses, “He’s my pet, follows me around like a good little mutt,” Isoloses flushed and nodded, curling his arm around Naevys as he trailed his fingers along his chest teasingly. “Iso, that is Kaivyrn, but everyone calls him Kaivy,” Naevys explained.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Isoloses said, and Kaivyrn smirked and nodded, leaning against the doorframe, his black eyes roaming over him and Naevys with interest.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” There was a drawl in his tone that made Isoloses’s cheeks tint a little bit. “Well, come in, both of you, I’ll get Cirzi and Dhaci,” Kaivyrn said, stepping out of the way for the door and motioning them inside. Isoloses watched as Naevys pulled himself out of Isoloses’s arms, his hand catching Isoloses’s and tugging him towards the door. Isoloses followed behind him, his hand curling tightly around Naevys’s. 

As they walked inside Isoloses looked around curiously, his eyes roaming over the inside of the house. He quickly realized where the bird sounds were coming from because there was an absolutely massive cage in the middle of the living room with trees and plants inside of it. Inside the cage, were birds. They were rather small, but the cage they were inside was big enough to house a hundred of them comfortably. There were only five little birds in the cage, however, and Isoloses thought they were kind of cute though they were really loud and annoying.

“Go ahead and get set up in the dining room, Naevys, you know where it is,” Kaivyrn said before he walked up the first couple of steps and grabbed onto the banister. “CIRZI! DHACI! Get your butts down here, Naevys brought work!” Isoloses heard as Naevys began tugging him to the dining room. Isoloses chuckled a bit, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s ass hungrily.

“If your gaze gets any more heated, I may burn alive,” Naevys mused quietly, sitting the plant down on the table before turning around to face him, a mischievous smile pulling up the corners of his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later,” He said softly, his fingertips trailing down Isoloses’s chest, down to his cock, where his hand curled around it through his pants.

“Fuck,” Isoloses whimpered, his hands reaching out to grip onto Naevys’s hips, his fingers slipping down to his ass a little on accident. Okay, more intentionally than he’d like to admit, but he was horny as hell. He couldn’t help but want to be inside of him. He felt like he’d never been so aware of his presence in all of the four hundred years they’d been together.

“Go ahead, sit at my feet beneath the table,” Naevys said, smirking a little as he sat down in one of the chairs. Isoloses dropped down to his knees and crawled beneath the table, watching as Naevys pulled his chair forward. Isoloses shifted a bit, somewhat relieved that the table was a bit higher than the tables in Caelestes. This table’s legs were much longer than the tables even in Cassian’s castle. It seemed like something he’d see in a bar or something.

“You stay down there and be a good boy, and I will reward you for it later, hm?” Naevys teased, running the bottom of the toe of his shoe over Isoloses’s cock through his pants.

“I’ll be good,” Isoloses promised. Naevys hummed and nodded, shifting back in the abnormally high chair. Isoloses made himself comfortable, resting his head forward on Naevys’s shin, and let his mind wander. Kneeling at Naevys’s feet was nice, he had missed this a lot when he was in Caelestes. He was… really home.

“Їλ δöщξθlІ θІδι, ΘΞї,” Isoloses murmured under his breath, voice barely above a whisper. He knew Naevys couldn’t hear him, and even if he could, he couldn’t understand him… but it still felt nice to say it again… To get it out of his head.

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Isoloses lost track of how long he knelt down at Naevys’s feet, listening to the four elves at the table discuss and try to classify the plant. He’d been introduced to Cirzi and Dhaci, both of which were also dressed up like Kaivyrn and Naevys were. All of them were around the same height, though their shoes were all varying heights which made them taller and more uneven. Kaivyrn had emerald green hair, it was long–longer than Mytherion’s and that was a feat. His features were soft but sharp in some way like he was paying close attention to everything. He was slim, the shoes he was wearing made him about the same height as Naevys in his shoes, though the platform looked to be a bit shorter than Naevys’s.

His clothes were more revealing than Naevys’s, with a sheer coat like the one that Naevys was wearing, covering a thin-strapped shirt that came up to just below his chest. There was a little emerald green gem sparkling in his belly button, peeking through the sheer coat. His pants were black and tight, just like Naevys’s, and the boots he wore reached up to his thighs, and platforms. 

Cirzi looked more mischievous than Kaivyrn and Dhaci, with cyan blue hair that reached to his shoulder blades. His clothes more mimicked what Naevys wore usually–something modest but still a little breathtaking. Isoloses would’ve loved to see Naevys in the outfit, honestly, he felt sure it’d suit him perfectly. 

It was black, the jacket a little shorter than the rest, falling to about the back of his knees. It was more similar to a tuxedo than something but it came down to a circular end with ruffles. It was black, with a lace fabric overlaid on top of it, with a pair of sinfully short shorts paired beneath the jacket. His thighs were bare and covered in some kind of markings that glowed the same cyan blue as his hair, and flowed down to the side of his lower leg. 

The markings were like drawn on little vines that glowed brightly, leading to an intricately drawn flower that took up a great deal of the skin on his lower leg. His boots reached his ankles, the same kind of vine markings going up from somewhere beneath his boot, meeting the other side of the flower to form one giant picture. 

Dhaci was kind of adorable, with his light pink hair pulled up into an intricate braid, flowers littering it all. He was wearing this thing that almost looked like a dress, and hell it might’ve been, but it looked almost identical to Naevys’s coat except the hem was longer and reached the top of his thighs. Isoloses wasn’t really privy to knowing what Elven attire was considered what–they didn’t really seem to divide clothing by gender so Isoloses didn’t know. He had on a pair of stockings that stopped just below the hem of the coat dress thing that he wore, and his platform heels laced around his ankles and tied into little bows. 

Dhaci’s legs never stopped moving, either, he swung them around absentmindedly and tapped his fingers against the table a lot, Isoloses could tell based on where the sound was coming from. They all talked and conversated as if he weren’t there, something that he liked.

It was relaxing to kneel at his feet and at first, he listened to the conversation. It didn’t take long for his brain to quiet down, though, and he ended up just pleasantly floating. He lost track of time, and just enjoyed the quietness kneeling for Naevys incited. He enjoyed it so much, it was probably one of his things to do if he were being honest. 

For a while, it was just him quietly kneeling at Naevys’s feet while the elves discussed the plant, but after a long time of kneeling there, Naevys’s chair pushed back and he bent over to catch Isoloses’s eyes.

“Iso, you can come up now,” Naevys said, waving him forward. Isoloses crawled out from under the table and paused for a moment, letting his eyes slip shut before he raised to his feet. He must’ve raised too quickly because he got a head rush or something and stumbled a bit, his hand reaching out for the table. Naevys raised up from his chair and caught him before he could fall miraculously, steadying him with a soft hand on his side.

“It’s awfully late,” Cirzi said, glancing out the window. “Almost two in the morning. It’ll be four before you get home if you leave now. Perhaps you two should stay tonight.”

“I agree,” Kaivyrn said, standing up from the table. “I insist, really. Istreux already fell asleep in the living room on the couch, so you don’t even have a carriage driver tonight.” Naevys nodded and took his hand off Isoloses.

“We can make something for dinner while you two go get settled into your room,” Dhaci said, and Naevys nodded.

“What room will we be staying in tonight?” Naevys asked.

“The fourth door on the left side of the hallway.” Naevys nodded and glanced at Isoloses.

“Go on up to the room, I’ll be up in a moment or two,” Naevys said, prompting Isoloses to nod obediently. Naevys let go of him, and Isoloses immediately headed towards the stairs. He walked up the stairs and turned, counting the doors as he walked, stopping at the fourth door on the left side of the hallway, and pushing open the door. As he walked inside, he glanced around. The entire room was decorated very lightly in comparison to every other room in the house that Isoloses had seen, with plants littering about every surface in the room really.

Isoloses found that to be somewhat comforting, honestly. All the life was just– nice to be around. It felt less emotionally draining somehow. Isoloses sat down on the bed and let out a sigh, resting back against the bed and letting his eyes slip shut, waiting on Naevys.

When the door pushed open and Naevys walked in, Isoloses lifted his head, his eyes roaming over him hungrily. Naevys slipped the door shut behind himself and smirked as his eyes roamed over Isoloses, walking forward. Naevys crawled onto the bed, straddling his waist and looking down at him mischievously. Isoloses reached up his hands, gripping onto Naevys’s hips, his eyes roaming over him hungrily.

“Master,” Isoloses whispered, his voice a whispered plea. Naevys hummed quietly, his fingers teasingly brushing against Isoloses’s pact mark. Isoloses let out a whimper, his fingers clenching around Naevys’s hips as his cock jumped to life in his pants. “I want you,” he murmured.

“You’re so hard already,” Naevys teased, his fingers running along the top points of the pact marks stars, drawing a moan from Isoloses’s lips. Isoloses nodded, rocking his hips up into Naevys’s ass. Even through their pants, he couldn’t help but want to rub himself against Naevys’s ass. He couldn’t even help it, honestly, he was so horny.

He hadn’t felt horny like this since–fuck, he couldn’t even remember. His brain was just solely focused on Naevys, almost to a point that it was like he was in a rut but he definitely wasn’t. He knew that–it felt different. His hormones were regulating, and as he’d had a really low sex drive from his lack of proper functioning hormones, he just hadn’t felt normal in so long that it felt heightened.

“I bet I could make you cum in your pants,” Naevys hummed mischievously. Isoloses nodded his head, in full agreement with that. He definitely could make him cum in his pants without even doing anything. Hell, he could just stand over to the side and watch him and Isoloses would eventually cum. “Isoloses, there is something I wish to ask you.” Isoloses nodded, his cheeks darkening. 

“Anything,” Isoloses responded, lifting himself up to rest his body back on his elbow, one of his hands curling around Naevys’s lower back. Naevys hummed, pursing his lips a bit for a moment before he leaned over him a little.

“How would you feel about putting on a little show for my friends?” Naevys questioned, his hand coming to rest on the bed beside Isoloses’s head. Isoloses shrugged, his hands going up to rest on Naevys’s waist as he held himself over him, his fingers digging into Naevys’s sides.

“Sure,” Isoloses said, unable to help the pride that bubbled in his chest. To some point, he was slightly embarrassed, but that played into it for him. Naevys being proud of him and wanting to show him off made him feel proud of himself. “What do you want me to do?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys hummed.

“Not much really.” Naevys murmured, “I planned to vine you to the floor and play with you, perhaps let them touch you a little. However, only I will be taking your cock.” Naevys’s knees shifted up and he pressed his cock against Isoloses’s. Isoloses raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. It was odd that Naevys made the specification this time–only he would be taking Isoloses cock. He’d never made such a distinction before, usually, he was unbothered by the idea of other people using his cock.

The fact that he made the distinction made him feel– good  like Naevys wanted him only to himself. An odd idea in theory, but considering this was Naevys it made complete sense.

“Okay, fine with me,” Isoloses murmured, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. Naevys kissed him, his hands roaming beneath Isoloses’s shirt teasingly through the arm holes. They were large, meant to allow for better airflow–Caelestes was hot. Anything to get a little bit of extra comfort in the humidity. Here it was just all he had, and because of his body temperature, he was always hot anyway.

“Mmm, good boy,” Naevys murmured, his fingertips trailing over Isoloses’s nipple teasingly. Isoloses nodded his head, letting his hands slide down Naevys’s sides, gripping into his ass.  Naevys let out a soft moan, his hips pushing forward into Isoloses’s cock. “Just hang on until after dinner, then I’ll take care of this…” Naevys rolled his hips, applying pressure to Isoloses’s cock. He let out a moan, his hips pushing up into Naevys desperately. 

“Yes, Master,” Isoloses murmured, his eyes looking up at Naevys hungrily. How he was going to make it through dinner without going insane, Isoloses did not know. However, he didn’t really care either. He would get through it, and then he’d be rewarded by Naevys , and it’d be amazing. “When’s dinner?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys giggle.

“Soon enough,” Naevys murmured, leaning down to press his lips to Isoloses’s. Isoloses let out a groan, sinking back against the bed and just letting Naevys lead the kiss. All he wanted to do was sink into him and lose himself. He could, forever, and never worry for a moment.

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By the time dinner was over, Isoloses was sure he was going to explode in his pants. His cock was achingly hard and all he wanted to do was get his reward. He could hardly contain himself as he followed behind Naevys, past the couch where Istreux was still passed out, and up the stairs. Kaivyrn stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, motioning for everyone to enter. Naevys led Isoloses inside after everyone else and Isoloses looked around.

It was a big room with a giant nest in the center of it, somewhat similar to Naevys’s except bigger. It had a mattress in it, with a shit ton of pillows and blankets. The room smelled heavily of the three elves, Isoloses could tell and was pretty sure that at the least all of them spent their mating cycles in the room because the scent combined was muddling his brain just a little more than he’d expected. 

“This work?” Kaivyrn asked, flipping a switch on the wall. Suddenly Isoloses caught sight of the plants hanging literally everywhere. From trees growing in the corners of the nest where the wall formed a triangle around the circular edge of it, and lights hanging along the ceiling and intertwined through the nest so that the entire area was awash in a faint blue light, the window covered with a black curtain that blocked out the light from the moon. Vines curled around and hung down from the string lights, creating a beautiful serene kind of atmosphere.

“Perfectly,” Naevys said, smirking a little. “Alright, strip and kneel, Isoloses,” Naevys said, motioning toward the center of the nest. Isoloses nodded his head, pulling his shirt over his head. He hesitated for a moment, unsure where to put it.

“Go ahead and just toss it on the floor,” Dhaci said, waving his hand dismissively. Isoloses dropped it, his eyes turning to run over Naevys as he began working on his belt. Isoloses toed off his boots, kicking them to the side before pushing his pants down, boxers in tow. Isoloses stepped out of them and pushed everything into a neat little pile on the floor, before pausing at the edge of the nest, turning to look back at them.

“I-I uh… can’t get in without being invited,” Isoloses admitted sheepishly, his cheeks heating up.

“I formally invite you,” Kaivyrn said teasingly, walking forward and brushing his fingers along the marks on Isoloses’s bicep. Isoloses flushed brightly, crawling into the nest as Kaivyrn released his arm. He crawled to the center and kneeled, lowering his eyes a little as a flood of embarrassment washed over him. He couldn’t help it, he had four sets of eyes on him and they were all roaming over him hungrily.

Naevys hummed and began working the tie on his belt, unlacing it before he tossed it down into the pile of Isoloses’s clothes. Naevys began working on his jacket next, undoing the buttons on it carefully. Everyone else quickly followed suit and then crawled into the nest beside him, their eyes looking over him.

“Isoloses you may only cum when I give you permission,” Naevys commanded, and Isoloses nodded his head obediently. The pact was invoked, he had no choice in the matter now and he liked that. He liked feeling as though he was completely out of control. 

“Yes Master,” Isoloses answered breathlessly, his heart hammering in his chest as his cock hardened between his legs. Naevys moved around him, kneeling in front of him and lifting up so that he could wrap his arms around Isoloses’s neck, his teeth biting down into his plump bottom lip. Naevys hummed and leaned forward, capturing his lips into a kiss. Isoloses sank into the kiss, letting his mouth open so that Naevys’s tongue could slip into his mouth. 

Naevys’s tongue moved against his hungrily, his fingers trailing along Isoloses’s biceps and then down his sides. Isoloses moaned into the kiss, his cock hardening even more as Naevys’s bare skin brushed against it. He let out a shaky breath as Naevys pulled away from his lips, his fingernails trailing along Isoloses neck. Isoloses reached his hands out and wrapped them around Naevys’s hips, chasing his lips as he pulled him closer. Naevys let out a soft moan and pressed his lips to Isoloses for a moment before pulling back again.

Naevys hummed teasingly, trailing the tip of his finger along Isoloses’s lips teasingly. Naevys smirked a little as he pulled back and sat on the edge of the nest, his eyes roaming over Isoloses hungrily.

“You guys can touch him, don’t be shy. He’s a shameless little mutt, hm?” Naevys teased. “He doesn’t bite… unless I tell him to.” Naevys giggled, raising his foot to nudge Isoloses’s legs farther apart. “Isn’t that right, Iso?” Isoloses nodded his head, spreading his legs a little more in compliance with Naevys’s silent request. 

“Yes, Master,” He repeated, dipping his head in submission. Isoloses had been in this position plenty of times, albeit not with three other people–mainly just Naevys and one other person. It was different, but it wasn’t, it was… exciting in an odd kind of way as well. He couldn’t help being the slightest bit excited. He loved the way it felt for Naevys to be proud of him, and he really liked Naevys being proud enough of him to show him off like this… it made him feel proud, even if for nothing more than the superficial ego boost at having four really attractive people look at him like he was something . 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Kaivyrn drawled, smirking a little as he shifted in front of Isoloses. “These markings on your skin…” He mused, his fingertips tracing over the dragon tattoo on his chest teasingly. “What are they?” Isoloses let out a shaky breath, pulling his eyes open.

“I-I got the sleeves when I was put in the army,” Isoloses murmured shyly. “The dragon came from a realm during a dragon celebration festival, they call the markings Ễș𝗆ÿ𝖾i,” he explained. Kaivyrn nodded, reaching up to run his fingers along the x’s on his neck, and then trailed his fingers down to run over Isoloses’s pact mark.

“And this one?” He asked curiously, his finger tracing along the lines of it. Isoloses shivered a little, more from the slight touching than the fact that he was touching the pact mark. It responded to Naevys’s touch, no one else’s, but even so, his skin was sensitive. “Naevys has the same one.” Kaivyrn mused.

“Pact mark,” Isoloses answered easily, his breath rushing from his chest as another set of fingers trailed along the back side of it, which was on his back. Isoloses glanced over to see Cirzi, whose fingers roamed up a bit and ran over the flower he had on his shoulder. Kaivyrn nodded and hummed quietly, bringing his hand up to roam along Isoloses’s arm over the markings there.

“What is this flower one? And the moon on the back of your neck?” Cirzi asked, his breath washing against Isoloses’s back. “Are they permanent?” Isoloses nodded his head, his cheeks heating up as a wave of arousal washed over him, his cock hardening between his legs. Kaivyrn squeaked a little, seemingly forgetting about his tattoos in favor of letting his fingers trail down to Isoloses cock, trailing along the length of it gently. Isoloses let out a whimper, his eyes falling shut as pleasure coursed through him.

“Wow,” Kaivyrn murmured under his breath, his hand trying to wrap around his length fully. Kaivyrn stroked his hand down Isoloses’s cock, his eyes widening a little as they glazed over like Naevys always did when he was horny.

“T-They’re markings from different realms I’ve visited,” Isoloses answered breathlessly, his eyes peeking up at Naevys. Naevys smiled, cocking his head to the side as he looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes as they roamed over Isoloses and the two elves who’d taken to running their fingers over Isoloses’s skin. Naevys’s eyes on him only made his skin burn a little hotter, and his heart race a little faster.

“What are these scars from?” Dhaci asked curiously, shifting forward to run his fingers along the shallow, light scars on Isoloses’s side. Isoloses shrugged, unsure he even remembered himself. After so long, some memories had faded from existence to replace the more important ones, and if it wasn’t something that stood with him, he likely would forget it eventually.

“He feels so strong,” Cirzi said, his fingers roaming over his back muscles. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath as Kaivyrn’s hand pulled along the length of his erection. Dhaci’s hand roamed up and around his side, his fingers brushing over Isoloses’s nipple. Isoloses let out a moan, his teeth biting down into his lip as his eyes roamed over Kaivyrn’s hand around his length. Fuck he could hardly focus, it felt so good to be touched and Naevys’s eyes were burning into him with pride and amusement and it was going to his head.

“Look at his cock, Dhaci,” Kaivyrn said, and Dhaci’s head poked out from around him. As Dhaci’s eyes landed on his cock they widened and his cheeks heated up, his hand reaching out to curl around it. Isoloses let out a moan, his head falling forward a bit more as he watched their hands moving along his cock slowly. They seemed slightly more exploratory than anything, curious, and it made his heart speed up.

“Oh my…” Dhaci whimpered, “I bet that feels amazing during heat.” He mused, shifting forward so that he was in front of Isoloses. “Naevys can I suck him, pretty please?” Dhaci asked, and Naevys hummed, his eyes roaming over Isoloses for a minute before he waved his hand.

“You can suck him,” Naevys answered easily, shifting a little. “You can even make use of his mouth, too,” Naevys continued, smirking a little. “But the only one who’s taking his cock is me.” Dhaci nodded his head. Cirzi hummed behind him. 

“Is he proficient in making use of his tongue?” Cirzi questioned curiously, to which Naevys nodded his head, smirking a bit. Dhaci leaned down, licking along the underside of his cock up to the head before he pulled the head of it into his mouth and sucked on the head of his cock. Isoloses let out a moan, his eyes falling shut as pleasure washed through him.

“I can try it out if you want to wait, hm?” Kaivyrn offered, smirking teasingly at Cirzi. Cirzi hummed and nodded.

“Isoloses lay back and let Kaivy use your mouth how he wants to,” Naevys instructed, making Isoloses hum and nod, letting Cirzi move out of the way. Isoloses leaned back resting himself against the soft fluffy pillows in the nest. Cirzi shifted over to where Naevys was sitting, his eyes roaming over Isoloses. Dhaci shifted forward, taking a little more of Isoloses’s cock into his mouth. Isoloses let out a moan, his eyes slipping shut.

Kaivyrn shifted closer to him and straddled his neck, resting his ass down on Isoloses’s chest. Isoloses immediately let his mouth fall open, meeting Kaivyrn’s eyes before he let his tongue lull out. Kaivyrn’s eyes darkened and he tapped the head of his cock against Isoloses’s tongue lightly, sucking in a deep breath. Isoloses let out a moan as Dhaci’s lips sealed around the head of his cock and Dhaci let out a moan as his hand ran along the length of Isoloses’s erection that he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Kaivyrn moaned and tilted his head back, letting his cock sink into Isoloses’s mouth. Isoloses immediately swallowed around his length, bending his head up to take more of his length down his throat. Kaivyrn moaned and thrusted his hips forward, the head of his cock hitting against the back of Isoloses’s throat. Isoloses gagged a bit, his eyes slipping shut as Dhaci pulled his mouth back and began licking that the head of his cock, along his slit.

Isoloses focused after a second, beginning to move his tongue along the underside of Kaivyrn’s cock. Kaivyrn moaned, his hips bucking forward a bit. Isoloses let out a moan, pulling open his eyes to look up at Kaivyrn. He could feel Naevys’s eyes on him, making his head lag just a bit as excitement coursed through him.

“Go ahead and thrust, he loves having his mouth used,” Naevys chimed in, a mischievous lilt in his voice. Kaivyrn paused for a moment, reaching down to curl his fingers through Isoloses’s hair. The sting from the tug of it made Isoloses groan softly, sucking around Kaivyrn’s cock more in response.  

“Perfect,” Kaivyrn murmured breathlessly, lifting Isoloses’s head a bit more and slipping his hand down to the back of Isoloses’s head. Kaivyrn smirked a little, his eyes glazing over as they looked down at him before he thrusted his hips forward a bit. It wasn’t rough, by any means, Naevys had a thing for practically suffocating him when he fucked his mouth so these thrusts were easy to manage. Isoloses always lost himself a little in Naevys when touching him, his brain clouded and everything disappeared save for the pleasure belonging to Naevys incited, and that made focusing on technique a little difficult.

With Kaivyrn, he experienced no such cloudiness and that made him put a little more effort in, immediately beginning to run his tongue along the underneath of Kaivyrn’s cock. He let out moans with each movement of his head–real ones because Dhaci’s attention on his cock hadn’t settled either and he was still alternating between sucking the head and licking it, while his hand moved along the rest of his length and it was driving him a little nuts.

He couldn’t cum without permission, Naevys had made sure of that, which meant that the pleasure would only continue to build and build, only to halt at his climax. However–when he finally came, he had a feeling it was going to feel fantastic. It did drive him a little crazy, just a little, but it was crazy in a good way so he wouldn’t complain.  

“He makes so much pre-cum,” Dhaci moaned, his breath brushing against the head of Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses let out a moan, shivering a bit as pleasure washed over him. Kaivyrn moaned, his hips pushing forward a bit more into his mouth as he let his head fall back. 

“I know,” Naevys mused, “He can cum on command, as well, and there’s so much.” Naevys continued, making Isoloses’s cheeks heat up a bit as he swallowed around Kaivyrn’s cock. He was surrounded by scents that all somewhat mimicked omegas–but the only one he could focus in on was Naevys’s. It made his entire body burn with desire, his alpha simmering just as much as he was. Instead of fighting against it, his alpha seemed to be attempting to show how compliant he was. Since the injection, it seemed like his alpha and he had come to a mutual understanding of sorts–they both wanted Naevys, one of them seemed to have the right idea on how to get him and the other was just following.

In the end, all that mattered was Naevys being with him. 

“On command?” Dhaci said excitedly. “Ooh, I wanna see!” Naevys hummed and shifted a bit so he was able to see Isoloses’s face, leaning forward a bit. Isoloses’s eyes peeked over at him, taking in the aroused glimmer in his eyes, the desire burning in the depths of them, and moaned around Kaivyrn’s cock. Kaivyrn moaned, his hips pushing forward a bit faster this time, the grip on Isoloses’s hair tightening enough to pull a quiet moan from his mouth.

Fuck, having Naevys where he could see him was doing things to him, quickly. Isoloses immediately began bobbing his head as much as the grip allowed, forgetting entirely about swallowing so he didn’t make a mess as he put his attention on sucking Kaivyrn off. He moved his tongue and his head, focusing entirely on bringing moans from Kaivyrn’s mouth. Kaivyrn stopped thrusting after a moment, letting Isoloses completely take the reigns and move how he wanted to.

“Fuck you taught him how to do this, I know it,” Kaivyrn moaned breathlessly, his hips pushing forward just a little as Isoloses cupped the bottom of his cock with his tongue and hummed, making vibrations run down the length of it.

“I did teach him to do that,” Naevys answered smoothly, smirking as his eyes ran over Isoloses’s face. “Dhaci wants to see you cum, Iso. Go ahead, cum, now.” Naevys commanded, and Isoloses moaned, his eyes rolling back as the command sent pleasure zinging through his veins. For a moment, nothing existed at all, his entire body clenching as he felt an orgasm crashing over him. Shudders ran through him as he felt his cum shooting up onto his chest, his entire body buzzing with pleasure as he sucked around Kaivyrn’s cock more.

He was completely under Naevys’s control, and it made him feel really high. He was sinking, the pleasure was so much and he could hardly think. Naevys’s eyes on him made him feel so shy but excited and it was an odd combination he could admit but it was only making his arousal and desire grow.

“Ooooh, there is so much,” Dhaci gasped, and shifted between Isoloses’s thighs. Isoloses almost jumped when he felt Dhaci’s tongue running along his abdomen, cleaning up the puddles of cum. Isoloses let out a groan around Kaivyrn’s cock, his head moving more in an attempt to take him deeper into his mouth. Kaivyrn pushed his cock deeper into his mouth, making Isoloses gag, his eyes rolling back. Dhaci’s tongue kept moving along his abdomen, little whimpers coming out of his mouth, almost being drowned out by Kaivyrn’s loud moaning.

“How many times can he cum in a row?” Dhaci asked excitedly, his hand circling the base of his cock. Isoloses’s groaned and pushed up into the hand, his lips forming a seal around the base of Kaivyrn’s cock and sucking. Kaivyrn gasped, his hips pushing forward, fingers scrambling along the back of Isoloses’s head as cum shot into Isoloses’s mouth.

Isoloses swallowed it all, letting out a moan as Dhaci’s hand began moving along his cock from the base to the tip of his cock. Prickles of overstimulation echoed through him and he couldn’t help but squirm a bit towards and away from his hand as pleasure curled through him. The sting was pleasurable, but he couldn’t help but pull away just a bit. Kaivyrn pulled off of his face and rolled over onto his side, leaning against the pillows that circled the nest, panting heavily.

“How many times do you want him to cum?” Naevys mused, his eyes roaming over to Kaivyrn. Kaivyrn shifted up and rested his elbows against the edge of the nest and let out a groan, his eyes looking up into Naevys’s.

“Damn,” He managed to get out, blinking a couple of times. “Yeah, Zi, he’s good with his tongue.” Isoloses flushed, his eyes roaming down to Dhaci, whose pale pink braid was laying over his thigh. He’d never noticed it when he couldn’t see it, but now that he could, it tickled just the slightest bit. Cirzi shifted then, moving forward and closer to Isoloses. 

“Do you like having your face sat on?” Cirzi asked teasingly, and Isoloses nodded his head. Cirzi smirked and nodded, lifting himself up and tossing his pale leg over Isoloses head. Isoloses looked up, just in time to see the Cirzi getting into position over him. As soon as his ass was into place over his mouth, Isoloses slipped his tongue out and ran it along his slick hole. Cirzi moaned, his head falling back as his thighs squeezed around Isoloses’s head a bit. He tasted sweet, not as sugary as Naevys always tasted, but it wasn’t all that different.

Dhaci hummed quietly and moved his hand quicker around his cock, pulling a moan from Isoloses’s mouth. Cirzi let out a little noise and pushed down against his tongue, silently urging him on. Isoloses immediately went to town, his tongue teasing along the rim of Cirzi’s hole, pushing it inside of him. Cirzi gasped, his thighs squeezing tighter around his head as he pushed himself down against Isoloses’s tongue.

“Make him cum again, please!” Dhaci said, making Naevys giggle. Isoloses glanced up but couldn’t see him because of Cirzi’s thigh. Dhaci’s hand squeezed around the base of his cock, and Isoloses pushed his hips up into Dhaci’s hand.

“Isoloses, cum now,” Naevys commanded, making Isoloses’s body tense as pleasure zinged through him. He couldn’t help but shudder as his orgasm coursed through his body, pleasure taking over as he completely forgot to move his tongue, feeling his cum pulsing out and down his cock, pooling at the base of his cock. Daichi’s hand ran along his cock as he came, milking him for all he was worth and then some. The pleasure kept him floating and thoughtless, he couldn’t think for shit anymore, and even after two orgasms, his cock was still hard in Dhaci’s hand. 

Cirzi let out a little noise and pushed down against his tongue demandingly, drawing Isoloses’s attention back to him. Vaguely, Isoloses was aware of Dhaci’s hand leaving his erection for a moment, and it provided a brief moment of clarity. Isoloses went back to running his tongue over the rim of Cirzi’s hole, focusing his attention on working his tongue deeper and deeper inside of him. Cirzi’s hole was easily yielding and the more that Isoloses let his tongue press against it, the more it opened for his tongue. Cirzi’s thighs tightened around his head, his hands falling down to rest on Isoloses’s chest as he ground back against his tongue, a moan echoing off the walls of the room.

Isoloses jerked a little when he felt Dhaci’s tongue running along the length of his cock, cleaning the cum off of him before dipping his head down more to clean up the puddle at the base of his cock and Isoloses moaned.  Cirzi gasped as he moaned, pushing back towards his tongue and digging his fingernails into Isoloses’s chest. Dhaci’s tongue repeatedly brushing at the base of his cock where he was licking him had pleasure swirling through him, his head swimming and mind blanking just a bit.

“How’s that, Zi?” Kaivyrn teased as Isoloses felt someone leaning over his abdomen a bit, he assumed it was Kaivyrn because Dhaci was still licking at the cum puddle, Cirzi was sitting on his face, and he could feel Naevys’s eyes. Kaivyrn was the only one who made sense. Isoloses wiggled his tongue around a little inside of Cirzi, pulling a moan from his lips.

“Kaivy, fuck,” Cirzi moaned, one of his hands leaving Isoloses’s chest to grip onto Kaivyrn. Kaivyrn let out a teasing hum and shifted. Cirzi gasped, his thighs tightening around Isoloses’s face as he let his head fall back. Isoloses could see the same glowing vines at circled his legs going up his back from his hip, his cyan blue hair falling back over his shoulders as he pulled his eyes open just a bit. Elves were beautiful in this otherworldly kind of way, one that was entrancing in its own way. 

Isoloses shut his eyes and started to thrust his tongue in and out of Cirzi, making Cirzi moan, trembles running through his body as he pushed his hips forward and back quickly. Isoloses kept the action up, making Cirzi squirm and push back into his face desperately, his other hand leaving Isoloses’s chest. Kaivyrn shifted forward more, putting more of his weight on Isoloses’s abdomen. Isoloses suddenly realized that Kaivyrn must’ve been sucking off Cirzi, because of the way his body was moving on top of his. 

“Dhaci make some room for me down there,” Naevys purred, making excitement flood through Isoloses. Dhaci shifted, making more room between his thighs, and Naevys settled himself between his legs. Isoloses’s skin heated up and tingled where Naevys’s bare skin was touching his and he could hardly think for a moment. Naevys’s hand curled around the base of his cock, and Dhaci’s curled around the other side of the base of his cock, their fingers interweaving in a way.  Oh fuck, Isoloses moaned breathlessly, moving his tongue a little faster.

“He loves when you kiss it,” Naevys teased, leaning forward and brushing his lips along the head of his cock. Isoloses moaned, feeling Dhaci replicate the action on the other side of his cock. Cirzi gasped on top of him as he wiggled his tongue a little, before thrusting it back inside of him. Cirzi moaned, his head falling back again as his hips pushed forward and then ground down against his tongue. 

“If you lick it while you kiss it, he leaks precum,” Naevys began trailing kisses along the side of his cock, slipping his tongue out occasionally to teasingly lick at it as Dhaci followed suit on the other side. Being touched by Naevys was better than being touched by literally anyone else, it overshadowed everything else in comparison. Even so, Dhaci’s touch did provide pleasure, and he could scarcely think beyond the touches on his cock. 

Keeping his tongue moving was taking a significant amount of effort, but Cirzi seemed to be fine with just grinding against it as Kaivyrn sucked him off. Isoloses couldn’t help the little moans that he let out, his mind swimming and encompassed with pleasure. The combining scents of arousal swirling through his head were making everything dim and sharpen somehow at the same time.

Elves’ scents were soothing but intoxicating, and Isoloses was surrounded by them. He was sinking under Naevys’s touch, and every inch of his body was vibrating with desire. All he could do was keep moving his tongue and let out noises as Naevys and Dhaci quietly discussed what he liked and didn’t like. Cirzi was becoming slightly more erratic on top of him as he ground down against Isoloses’s tongue and Isoloses halfway wondered if he could get intoxicated from Elves slick because he was pretty sure he’d just been swallowing it this entire time.

“Kaivy, Kaivy, fuuck,” Cirzi cried out, tensing as trembles coursed through him. Kaivyrn pulled back away from his chest quickly, shifting his body around closer to Isoloses side as cum painted his chest. Cirzi panted, trembles coursing through him as he came down from his orgasm. After a moment, Cirzi’s thighs parted and he shakily lifted his leg over Isoloses’s head, most of his weight falling onto Kaivyrn. Kaivyrn shifted them both back against the edge of the nest, and Isoloses suddenly realized one reason why they might have the pillows surrounding the entire edge. They can just fall over in any direction and be comfortable.

“Dhaci when you’re done with that, Cirzi left you a present on Isoloses’s chest.” Kaivyrn giggled, shifting Cirzi closer to him. Cirzi let out a moan and pulled open his eyes, smirking a bit as they looked over at Dhaci. Dhaci giggled and nodded, waving his hand dismissively. Cirzi shifted over more and leaned down, taking Kaivyrn’s cock into his mouth suddenly. Kaivyrn moaned and pushed up into his mouth, his fingers threading through his hair as he nudged his head down more.

Isoloses’s mind cleared from that pretty quickly as his eyes caught the image of Naevys and Dhaci between his legs. Both of them were so pretty, he couldn’t help the moan that left his lips. He couldn’t help but reach his hand up, brushing Naevys’s bangs out of his eyes. Naevys glanced up at him and smirked, making Isoloses flush a bit.

“His cum tastes notably better than most beings. Why is that?” Dhaci asked curiously, before running his tongue up along the edge of his cock, following a line of precum up to the head of his cock. Isoloses groaned, his teeth biting down into his lip. Being talked about like this was both arousing and embarrassing, and both feelings were just playing off of each other and making his head swim more.

“I suspect it’s due to him being a demon–you know, the whole ‘beings of temptation’. Well, they are intended to be tempting in every way, it just makes sense for their cum to taste good as well.” Naevys hummed, “It’s not so tempting to sin if the cum your guzzling tastes like pool water,” Dhaci giggled and tilted his head, his long pink braid shifting a bit as he licked across the slit of his cock. Dhaci moaned, tilting his head back.

“It’s fantastic,” Dhaci answered, making Naevys nod. “He has a knot, doesn’t he? How’s that work?” Naevys’s eyes darkened with arousal as his eyes looked up at Isoloses. 

“Oh, it’s fantastic.” Naevys moaned, leaning down to mouth along the base of his cock. “It is rather large as well, and fuck when it fills me I just can’t think clearly,” Naevys said, running his tongue along the base of his cock.

“How long does a knot last?” Dhaci asked curiously. Naevys shrugged at that and turned his eyes up to Isoloses, looking for an answer to the question. Isoloses cleared his throat, shifting up onto his elbows and trying to clear the haze from his mind to formulate some kind of a response to the question.

“Inside of Naevys, I don’t really know. It can last a while. Outside of Naevys, it usually takes significantly less time to go down.” He didn’t point out that he didn’t have to pop knots every time, he could go without–Naevys just preferred to be knotted. The only time he couldn’t control it is when he was in a rut and then his knots came without question. 

“Ooooh, can I see then?” Dhaci asked excitably, his eyes widening a bit as he looked up at Naevys with wide pleading eyes. 

“We have to take care of it and keep it warm and snug if I let you see it,” Naevys said, making Dhaci nod his head excitably, shifting around a bit so that his head was resting on Isoloses’s lower abdomen, his hair tickling at Isoloses’s side a bit. Naevys giggled, running his tongue along the head of Isoloses’s cock, tonguing at the bead of precum that was about to leak down the bottom of his cock.

“How do we do that?” Dhaci asked curiously, tilting his head a little as he moved his elbow to where it was resting against Isoloses’s abdomen. He shifted a bit, putting barely any pressure on the elbow somehow and it was a bit dizzying but Isoloses didn’t mind it at all.

“When it’s growing we have to keep our hands around it and massage it. And cums going to go everywhere,” Naevys teased. Dhaci nodded, his cheeks tinting as he shifted again, scooting down closer to Naevys. 

“Isoloses, you wanna knot in our hands? Hmm?” Naevys asked Isoloses. Isoloses moaned and nodded his head in agreement. He was so horny, he really didn’t care what they did to him because everything just felt so good. “Go on, then, knot and cum for me,” Naevys demanded, making Isoloses moan weakly and nod, his hands pushing up into Naevys’s hands as he felt his knot beginning to swell. “Loosen your grip Dhaci, just a bit, and let it shift with the knot swelling.” Dhaci nodded obediently, his eyes glazing over a bit as his grip shifted.

“Got it,” Dhaci answered breathlessly, his hand beginning to lightly massage his knot. Isoloses whimpered, his eyes rolling back. Fuck, fuck he was so sensitive, so fucking sensitive that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to crawl out of his skin or not but it felt so good just the same. Naevys’s hand massaged the other side of his knot, his lips trailing along the head of his cock. 

“Good boy, just like that,” Naevys said, and apparently neither he nor Dhaci could tell whom it was aimed at because both of them let out a moan in response to the words. Amusement flickered across Naevys’s face and he hummed, his lips trailing up the side of Isoloses’s cock gently, his eyes slipping shut. it didn’t take long for his knot to be fully swollen and then the blinding euphoria of his orgasm flooded through him and knocked his sense straight out the window.

Isoloses let out a moan as cum shot out of his cock and landed on his abdomen, pooling with Cirzi’s cum. Dhaci gasped and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into his mouth and sucking as his hand massaged at Isoloses’s knot. Isoloses let out a moan, his hips rocking a bit as he tried to push himself up into their hands more. He could hardly think beyond the feeling of pleasure from having his knot petted and massaged. It was so much, and Dhaci’s pleased moans around the head of his cock only made Isoloses’s brain feel mushier than it already was. How many orgasms had he even had now?

“My turn,” Naevys said, making Dhaci whine as he pulled back from the head of Isoloses’s cock, cum running down his chin as moved out of Naevys’s way so that his mouth could replace his. Naevys immediately began sucking on the head of his cock, pulling a moan from Isoloses’s mouth as his hips tried to push up into Naevys’s mouth. Naevys’s touch was like electricity zinging through him and all he wanted was to melt into the mattress.

Another wave of cum escaped him and Naevys fluttered his lashes a bit as they roamed over him hungrily, his hand moving subtly around the knot in time with Dhaci’s movements. Dhaci let out a moan, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face as he watched in fascination. 

“It’s so big,” Dhaci said, reaching his other hand up to wrap around the part of Isoloses’s knot that their thumbs were touching, his eyes darkening. “Can I go again when you’re done?” Dhaci asked, poking out his bottom lip. Naevys giggled and nodded, running the tip of his tongue along the underside of his cock. Isoloses let out a groan, his head falling back onto the pillows. He glanced over to see Cirzi and Kaivy, who were even more intertwined than they had been when he’d stopped looking at them.

Cirzi was laying face down in Kaivyrn’s lap, up on his knees, slick coating the insides of his thighs and leaking from his hole as Kaivyrn fucked his face. Kaivyrn’s fingers were buried inside of his hole, every time he moved them a little, Cirzi was letting out muffled noises around the base of his cock. Isoloses’s attention was drawn away from the pair again, then, by Dhaci’s tongue eagerly running along the underneath of his cock to catch another wave of cum that came out of him.

Isoloses let out a moan, feeling Naevys and Dhaci’s hands grip tighten around his knot a little tighter. Dhaci’s mouth replaced Naevys’s after a moment, and he couldn’t help but groan softly. For a  while, it was just Naevys and Dhaci swapping back and forth sucking the head of his cock while they massaged his knot. He couldn’t really think beyond the feeling of their hands and mouths, and he was completely unable to focus his mind on anything other than pleasure. He kind of blanked out a bit as he lay there, not even noticing his knees beginning to ache from the position.

His head was foggy and the pleasure made Isoloses sink a little deeper into his own head. He couldn’t escape the sensations, not that he was trying to. He just enjoyed it, his body practically vibrating with need. He needed Naevys, he wanted to be inside of him, and his cock was practically begging for it.

 “Isoloses,” Naevys mused, leaning over him a bit to look into his eyes. Isoloses blinked his eyes open, taking in the sight of Naevys’s hair falling down over his shoulders as he looked over him. Isoloses smiled and reached his hand up, cupping Naevys’s cheek in his hand. Naevys giggled and pulled back a bit. “Kneel, Isoloses.” Isoloses moaned softly, shifting up off of the mattress and back to where he was kneeling.

Isoloses watched in anticipation as Dhaci moved back and rested against the edge of the nest, a smile pulling up the corners of his lips as he met Isoloses’s eyes.

“He has pretty eyes,” Dhaci murmured to Naevys making Isoloses flush a bit. Naevys giggled and nodded, standing up on the nest and walking around behind him. Naevys’s fingers threaded through Isoloses’s hair, tugging his head back so that he was looking up at him. Isoloses let out a shaky breath, arousal swimming through his blood as his mind completely short-circuited for a moment. Naevys looked too good standing over him with that all-knowing, sarcastic ass grin on his face. 

“Master,” Isoloses whimpered, squirming a bit as he met Naevys’s eyes, widening them pleadingly. Isoloses just wanted to be inside of him, he just wanted to fuck him. He wanted to hear Naevys’s beautiful moans now, more than anything else in the twenty-seven realms. He needed to be buried inside of him, needed to hear him moaning, feel his body tense and tremble as he lost himself to orgasm. “I want you, Master,” Isoloses pleaded.

“You want more?” Naevys teased, making Isoloses nod his head.

“Fuck, yes, “ Isoloses moaned as Naevys pulled at the strands of his hair that was tangled through his hair. “I want more, I want you, “ He pleaded.

“Such a horny little mutt,” Naevys tsked teasingly. Isoloses nodded his head and looked up at Naevys with his head tilted back. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as Naevys ran his eyes over him for a moment before he nodded. “Turn around to face me,” Naevys said, letting go of his hair. Isoloses nodded immediately and turned around to face him. Naevys leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, his tongue dipping into Isoloses’s mouth.

Isoloses moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping onto Naevys’s hips desperately as he tried to push himself closer to him. Naevys let out a moan and pulled away from his lips and spun around before dropping down to his knees and he bent over. 

“Iso, put your cock in me,” Naevys commanded. “Just pull the prepper out and then get inside of me. Dhaci, get your cute butt over here.” Naevys said, and Dhaci giggled and nodded, shifting forward and beneath Naevys, parting his legs around Naevys’s waist. Isoloses let out a shaky breath as he looked down and took in the sight of the object stretching out Naevys’s hole. Prepper, Naevys called it, Isoloses mused, reaching out to grip into the base of it and tugged it. He didn’t hesitate this time, easily plucking it out and tossing it out of the way. Slick ran down from Naevys’s hole freely without the object inside of him and Naevys let out a moan.

“Come on, Iso, fuck me.” Isoloses nodded his head and gripped the base of his cock and began pushing the head of his cock into Naevys’s hole. Naevys moaned and tilted his head forward, resting against Dhaci’s. Isoloses pressed further inside of him, making Naevys moan again, his back arching. Dhaci reached his hands up and laced them through Naevys’s hair, tilting his head up a bit so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

Isoloses leaned over Naevys’s back, nuzzling the back of Naevys’s head as he worked himself deeper and deeper inside of him. At this point, controlling the speed of his entry was necessary because he was overstimulated to hell and back. Even with the pinpricks of overstimulation creeping through him, he couldn’t help but push himself deeper inside of him. It felt so good, the sting combined with the pleasure of Naevys’s warm, wet hole circling his length had him sinking and all he wanted to do was be deeper.

Naevys let out a gasp as he slid in to the hilt, trembles coursing through him as he clung onto the blankets beneath Dhaci. Dhaci hummed softly, bringing his other hand down to brush along Naevys’s cheek softly.

“Mmm, I bet that feels good, hm?” Dhaci mused, and Naevys moaned in response, tilting his head forward to capture Dhaci’s lips in a kiss. Dhaci moaned, his hand coming back up to tangle into Naevys’s hair, braids, and flowers carefully streaming through gentle fingers. “Look at you, so pretty, huh?” Dhaci teased as he pulled back. Naevys scoffed breathlessly, raising up a bit to look into his eyes.

“Yeah, it feels good,” Naevys managed to get out steadily, his breath catching in his throat as Isoloses pulled out a bit before thrusting back in. Naevys moaned, sinking down on top of Dhaci and interlocking their lips again. Dhaci whimpered, his fingers tugging through Naevys’s hair smoothly as Isoloses began thrusting, keeping the pace relatively slow. He was certain Naevys would instruct him on when to speed up, so he just kept the pace slow and steady, letting the overstimulation prickle through him.

Being inside Naevys felt a little like heaven, he couldn’t lie. He was warm and tight and being connected to him this way just felt right. He wasn’t known for having self-control, and he was incredibly weak to Naevys, who made him feel like he was free-falling into an abyss of pleasure. He didn’t want or need anything more than Naevys at this moment.

“Master,” Isoloses groaned, biting into the back of his shoulder as he fought the urge to speed up. He needed permission, but at the same time, he wanted more of Naevys. Wanted to sink into a pit of Naevys and get lost. “Can I move faster, please?” He pleaded, “Please.”

“Look at how well you have him trained,” Dhaci teased, making Isoloses flush and Naevys moan and nod his head. “You wanna go faster big guy?” He teased, making Isoloses nod his head as he bit down harder on Naevys’s shoulder, desire curling through him. Naevys moaned and nodded his head, his hands moving to grip onto the edge of the nest just behind Dhaci’s head.

“Faster, Iso, fuck me harder,” Naevys commanded breathlessly, and Isoloses nodded, his hands curling around Naevys’s hips and tugging him back towards him as the thrusted forward. Naevys cried out, trembles coursing through him as he flexed his grip on the nest. “Fuck,” He cried out when Isoloses copied the motion a second later. Dhaci smirked and ran his eyes over Naevys, his slim fingers trailing down from his shoulders and disappearing beneath him.

“Lookie what I found,” Dhaci teased after a moment, and Naevys jolted in Isoloses’s arms, trembles coursing through his body.

“F-Fuck I’m cumming,” Naevys cried out, his hips pushing back into Isoloses roughly, his entire body clamping down around Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses groaned, his teeth sinking down into Naevys’s shoulder harder as pleasure crashed down over him and made him momentarily thoughtless. Isoloses couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe for a moment as pleasure overruled sense. All he could do is push his hips forward, another moan falling out of Naevys’s mouth.

“You came all over me,” Dhaci moaned, shuffling around a bit before he brought his fingers up to his lips, cum coating them. Dhaci licked them clean and moaned, before taking his hand and tugging Naevys’s head down and capturing his lips in a kiss. Naevys moaned into the kiss, pushing himself back into Isoloses’s hips. “Taste yourself on my tongue?” Naevys nodded, smirking a bit as he leaned back a bit to look down over Dhaci.

“I also taste Iso and Cirzi. Little cum guzzling nymph, aren’t you?” Naevys questioned. Dhaci giggled and nodded in response to Naevys’s words, his eyes roaming up to Isoloses with a teasing smirk.

“I am, and I’m proud. Look Iso, you can see the imprint of your cock, and watch what happens when I touch it!” Dhaci said, turning his attention to Isoloses. Isoloses glanced down from where he was leaning over Naevys, the new position allowing him enough space to see between them. He caught sight of Dhaci’s lean abdomen and his pale, bright pink erection, with what he assumed was Naevys’s cum all over him and it made Isoloses just a little breathless. Dhaci’s black eyes darted up to see Isoloses, and then the tips of his slim fingers roamed over Naevys’s abdomen, pushing on the little bump that was poking out a bit.

Naevys shuddered, his lips parting on a breathless moan as his cock jerked between his thighs. Dhaci applied a little more pressure and Naevys tensed and cried out, his arms trembling a little as he struggled to hold himself up. Isoloses immediately put his hand in the center of Naevys’s chest, steadying him. Naevys let out a moan and nodded his head.

“Dhaci you do that one more time and I’m shoving my cock in your mouth when I cum again,” Naevys said breathlessly, making Dhaci giggle and nod his head, going to poke at Naevys’s abdomen again teasingly. Naevys giggled and squeezed his thighs around Dhaci’s, making Dhaci let out a loud giggle as he reached his hands up and brushed them along Naevys’s nipples instead. Naevys moaned and tilted his head back, nodding his head.

“That’s nice. Use your tongue too, brat,” Naevys said, tangling his hand in Dhaci’s hair and tugging him up so that his face was level with Naevys’s nipples. Dhaci shut up then, his lips sealing around one of Naevys’s hardened nipples while his fingers rolled the other one between them. “Iso keep thrusting, don’t slack off on me now.” Naevys teased, making Isoloses nod. He immediately started thrusting his hips again, the first one punching a moan from Naevys’s mouth. The second brought out a curse, and the beautiful litany of pleasured noises began falling out of Naevys’s mouth.

“Like that, Master?” Isoloses teased, making Naevys moan and nod his head, pushing his chest down into Dhaci’s mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Isoloses muttered, biting down into the back of his neck in an attempt to remain in his own head. The haze in his brain was increasing, making focusing even more difficult. The pleasure and overstimulation echoed through his body with every thrust of his hips, and it had his brain melting from the combination. He didn’t know how to handle the painful pleasure, but fuck if he ever wanted it to end. He would’ve been fine absolutely burning in the intensity of it all.

He didn’t care what happened, he only cared about the pleasure, the escape from himself. He was nothing like this, but a toy at Naevys’s disposal–and it didn’t bother him at all. He wanted to be used for Naevys’s pleasure, however, Naevys deemed fit forever. It didn’t matter to him about anything else.

“Master,” Isoloses choked out, his body tensing a little as he pushed himself deeper inside of Naevys. “Please, Master, wanna knot you,” He pleaded, his hand roaming down Naevys’s abdomen softly, avoiding touching where the head of his cock was distending his abdomen a bit.

“You wanna knot your Master?” Naevys asked teasingly. Isoloses nodded his head and buried his nose in the back of Naevys’s neck, letting out a whine as his hips pistoned into him harder and faster.

“Please,” He pleaded breathlessly, nuzzling into the back of Naevys’s neck as he tilted his head forward. Isoloses didn’t stop moving, his hips pushing forward into Naevys until Naevys was crying out loudly with each thrust. Naevys’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed beautifully as his long hair swished and shifted with each movement of their bodies.

“Aren’t you such a nice, courteous alpha, hmm?” Dhaci teased, making Isoloses let out a groan and nod his head. He didn’t even know if he agreed, he just figured what the hell, why not. Throwing caution to the wind was something that Isoloses had done plenty of times, and this was no different. As long as Naevys was proud of him in the end, that was really all he wanted. He just didn’t have the brain capacity to do anything other than nod and agree, until his knot was buried in Naevys at the least. Even then, he was unsure that his brain wouldn’t overload and he’d just melt down on top of Naevys like warm butter.

Nothing mattered but making Naevys happy, that was the driving factor behind Isoloses’s desire. He was to a point of desperation, he could hardly take it anymore. He needed Naevys so much.

“Master, I wanna knot you so nn–!” Isoloses broke off with a choked noise as Naevys’s hole clamped down around the base of his cock, his hips rolling in a small circle. Isoloses shuddered, his teeth biting down into the back of Naevys’s neck as pleasure coursed through him. He needed more, needed Naevys. He was ready to lose himself in Naevys for good.

“Cum, knot me!” Naevys commanded, reaching his hand up to tangle it in Isoloses’s hair, tugging. Isoloses let out a moan and his hips movements stuttered as he felt his knot beginning to swell. Naevys cried out, trembles coursing through him as he clung to Isoloses’s hair desperately. “Fuck, fuck,” Naevys whimpered, convulsions running through him as he jolted. His hole clenched and tightened around the base of his knot, cum splashing up and landing on Dhaci’s cheek.

“Go on alpha, let me see you breed your omega,” Dhaci teased breathlessly. Isoloses groaned, his eyes shutting as he clutched Naevys closer to him. Naevys whimpered, turning his head enough to give him a soft kiss, his head lulling forward after it as Isoloses nosed into the back of his neck, sucking in a deep breath. Naevys,  Isoloses’s alpha sighed, basking in the scent of Naevys’s arousal swirling around him as his hips rocked subtly forward.

The position was awkward, not the best but he just did not care. It didn’t matter, nothing did, other than clinging onto Naevys. As soon as his knot was fully inflated, pleasure zinged through his body, a groan leaving his mouth as he lost himself to an orgasm. Isoloses shuddered, his vision whiting out for a moment as pleasure sparked through every inch of his body. Isoloses let out a whimper and bit down into Naevys’s shoulder. Naevys moaned, his hand falling from Isoloses’s hair to rest on the bed beside Dhaci on the mattress.

“Fuck that was hot,” Dhaci said breathlessly, his black eyes glazed with arousal as they ran over him. Naevys moaned and nodded. 

“Look at you, covered in cum and none of it’s your own.” Naevys teased. Dhaci let out a moan, his eyes glazing over as they looked up at Isoloses and Naevys. “Iso lay us over,” Isoloses nodded his head and let them fall over onto the bed beside Dhaci. Isoloses nuzzled into Naevys’s hair, stretching his legs out for the first time in hours. Naevys never did get around to vining him down to the bed, but Isoloses really didn’t care. He rather preferred it this way, honestly, because then he got to actually touch Naevys when he fucked him.

“Master,” Isoloses sighed, pressing his lips against Naevys’s neck softly. Naevys hummed and smiled, turning his head to brush his lips against Isoloses’s cheek. Naevys let out a hum and smiled before he turned his head to Dhaci. Dhaci curled up close to Naevys, pressing his lips against Naevys’s. Naevys reached down and took Dhaci’s cock into his hand, deepening the kiss. Dhaci moaned into the kiss, pushing closer to Naevys and slipping his thigh between Naevys’s legs.

Naevys moaned, his hole tightening around the base of Isoloses’s knot. Isoloses moaned, his hands tensing where they were pressed against Naevys’s chest as a wave of pleasure crashed down over him. He could hardly think, really, every inch of his body was singing from overstimulation and pleasure. Isoloses couldn’t tear his eyes away from Naevys and Dhaci, watching Dhaci’s hips rock into Naevys’s hand and their lips moving against each others. Dhaci was letting out little whimpering noises into Naevys’s mouth, his arms curling around both Isoloses and Naevys’s necks as he shifted closer to Naevys.

“I-I’m cumming,” Dhaci moaned into the kiss before he tensed and broke it, his hips pushing forward into Naevys’s hand as he cried out. Shudders ran through him as he clung onto them both tighter for a moment, before he sank forward against Naevys and let out a soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed.

Everything fell silent then, Cirzi and Kaivyrn shifted over behind him, and he quickly found himself surrounded by cuddly elves. Naevys was murmuring something to him, he knew that, but his brain wasn’t processing it. All he could think about was how damn amazing it felt to have his knot buried inside of Naevys, how good Naevys felt pressing against him, and how warm and comfortable it was.

He was pretty sure Cirzi was running his fingers along the tattoos on his back, but even that couldn’t keep him from falling sight off into sleep, still clutching Naevys close to him.

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When Isoloses woke up the next morning, he had elves practically burying him in the bed. During the night when Isoloses’s knot went down, Dhaci ended up curled up with his head resting on Isoloses’s abdomen, his body nestled between Naevys’s legs. Naevys had one of his arms thrown around Dhaci and Isoloses at the same time, his head resting on Isoloses’s chest. Cirzi was curled up in a ball up beneath his armpit, his hand resting on Isoloses’s chest while his head was resting on his bicep, one of his legs stretched out behind him at an angle. Kaivyrn went rogue and had his head resting on Cirzi’s thigh–the one that was curled up by Isoloses’s abdomen–while his legs were tangled around Isoloses’s, one of his hands creeping dangerously close to his cock.

He laid there quietly for a while, not really bothered by being covered with people–he was comfortable enough that it didn’t even occur to him to try to wake anyone else up. He couldn’t really be sure how long it was before Naevys began to stir, in his grasp. When Naevys stirred, so did Dhaci, and slowly but surely everyone was being roused awake. Isoloses got up with them, rather begrudgingly because it was still early and he didn’t want to drag his lazy ass out of the bed yet.

Once everyone was showered and dressed–or in Isoloses and Naevys’s case, redressed , everyone piled back down into the dining room to discuss the plant. It took about three hours, but they classified it–Ꞙɾẚṣʈᶓīɴɘ𝗇ǝ. It was creepy, and when they opened it to trap a fly in the jar with it, it literally drew the fly closer to it until it landed, and then the fly just– dropped dead assumedly after taking a tiny bite off of it.

That wasn’t the weirdest  thing, however, because shortly after that happened, the umbrella-shaped Azérolier Livide plant began dripping this black, tar-like substance while– growing  just microscopically. That led to them feeding it a larger bug, which led to it growing just a bit more a little while later. The bodies of the bugs completely disintegrate when left inside of the shut container, and when taken out the plant grows less. It’s odd, admittedly, but the elves wanted to figure out what it was and how it grew. The bigger it got, the more Isoloses had a hard time ignoring it when the jar was opened.

After a while, it was so unbearable that even the Birds were freaking out and trying to escape their massive cage in an attempt to get to it. Naevys, Dhaci, Cirzi, and Kaivyrn then made the decision on whether or not to allow it to go back out into the wild and continue on naturally. Isoloses had suggested they let him light it on fire, and snapped his fingers, making sparks appear between his fingertips. Cirzi and Naevys had been on board with him for a while, but in the end, Dhaci and Kaivyrn won the debate, and Dhaci got a new ‘pet monster to feed’ as Cirzi put it.

All Isoloses had to say about that was ew.  He would not want that disgusting plant anywhere in the same realm as him, much less in his bedroom. Apparently, Dhaci had an entire ‘closet’ full of plants that were too dangerous to remain in the wild that he nurtures and keeps contained. Isoloses was thankful for what he did, even if he never, ever, ever , planned to venture into that closet.

With the plant classified and contained, Naevys and Isoloses were taken back to Naevys’s castle, where Naevys immediately went off to file a report for Cassian to review their findings and Isoloses… Isoloses just went to lie down in Naevys’s bed and took a nap. He was exhausted, and while sleeping with all of the elves around him had been comfortable, it wasn’t the easiest way to get a restful night’s sleep. Isoloses had probably came more than his weight the past night, and he was sure he just needed a good nap before he managed to think clearly enough to do anything of substance.

He was just so tired , he couldn’t help but pass out as soon as his head hit the pillows in Naevys’s nest.

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Naevys’s eyes sought out the grandfather clock in his office for the twelve hundredth time in an hour, and he let out an annoyed sigh. They had been back from their trip to Estellaiqua Corsiire Manor for a couple of hours, and Isoloses just hadn’t been… himself. Naevys felt silly for even entertaining thoughts of such silly, childish notions such as losing sleep over someone else’s plights. Even so, he was sitting alone in his office, nursing his third drink and worrying.

He was in an absolutely horrible mood, and he was beginning to wonder if Isoloses was getting into his head. He was already under his skin and it was inescapable at this point. He couldn’t help but want to run away, want to flee and hide because whenever something like this happened it was always the end and he wasn’t ready for that inevitability. Naevys let out a deep sigh and turned away from his desk, pushing aside the paperwork he was meant to be paying attention to, choosing instead to stare out of his office window while leaning back in his chair.

He had been working ever since they came home, and Isoloses had gone to bed. That was hours ago though. Was he feeling drained since their… endeavor ? It did make sense, he’d came a fair few times, and Naevys knew personally how much multiple orgasms could take it out of him, Isoloses didn’t usually have multiple ones especially not in a row. Isoloses also to the best of his knowledge had never had so many partners at one time, either.

Had he made the wrong decision? He was certain when he asked, had seen the future before making the decision, and after–it looked clear and safe to move forward. Naevys let out a sigh and glanced out the towards the waterfall, running his eyes over it.

He was uncertain about what to do. Isoloses never really needed that  kind of assistance, he’d never come to him with a blatant and obvious desire for affection  before. While he hadn’t directly come to Naevys, he couldn’t help the worry seeping through him. He was just… worried. Naevys… was worried  about Isoloses. Once again. And over nothing!

They had done similar before, it wasn’t something new  though Naevys had never done it with so many people and Isoloses at one time so he supposed it was different. He had talked to him and had even decided against vining him so that he could move away if he got uncomfortable. At this point, Naevys couldn’t help but wonder if he’d not been on the brink of going crazy since the day he met Isoloses. Naevys sighed and glanced over his shoulder at the paperwork he needed to do.

He… couldn’t focus on anything other than Isoloses. Naevys let out an annoyed noise and glanced around the room, his eyes catching the clock from over his shoulders. Enough, he thought, turning his chair back towards his desk. Naevys let out a quiet sigh as he pressed his hand to his forehead.

Just go check on him , his mind pushed, but Naevys couldn’t help the slight hesitation. What if something were wrong? He had no idea how to be an emotional–well, anything . Naevys was hardly bothered by anything anymore, the only inconvenience he’d ever faced in the past 400 years of knowing Isoloses had something  to do with Isoloses…

Well, more his irrational attachments to him more than anything. Isoloses on his own was perfect. He was cold and rather distant, he kept a lot of secrets but so did Naevys so he couldn’t really cast stones when he was living in a glass castle so to speak. Isoloses looked like the kind to be cold and calculated and composed at all times, but yet he melted beneath Naevys like he was made of ice. His every touch was spontaneous, full of heat and desire, his composure slipping away as if it’d never even been there in the first place. Naevys liked  that about him.

Naevys enjoyed the control he held over Isoloses, and the responses he gained from Isoloses when he took his control away. Isoloses, a being supposed to be the literal spawn of the source of all evil was more akin to a puppy than… something he was meant to hate. Isoloses had the ability to be big and intimidating like a hellhound and yet had the presence of something small and unimposing as an Ailurus. 

There was an odd sort of charm that came from having his attention centered on him, the way Isoloses… looked at him… it was intoxicating , enamoring, endearing. Isoloses’s gaze was hungry and arousing, that was unquestionable. He always looked ready to either pounce on him or hump his foot but looking beyond that… Isoloses looked at him with admiration and affection, and unfamiliar softness that Naevys just… did not know how to take. He had long since forgotten what it felt like to… relish in affection .

There were many things that Naevys was good at, but far fewer things that revolved around emotions.  A knock sounded on Naevys’s office door and he glanced up at it. Naevys called out to come in before he could really even think about it, his hand reaching for his bottle of alcohol. The door pushed open and Isoloses walked into his office, ducking just the tiniest bit on instinct as he walked into the room. Relief flooded through Naevys at the sight of Isoloses, unable to help it.

His hair was damp and hanging down around his face and on his forehead, his burgundy red eyes were bright and beautiful, deep and dark and deceptive. Beautifully deceptive, even so. He was wearing a shirt that truly couldn’t even really be called a shirt by the definition that elves regarded. It had no sleeves, and the arm hole was cut so large that all of his sides were visible, and it was black. Beneath it, he had on a shredded long-sleeve shirt, the hood of which was tugged out of the collar of the shirt without arms. Even through the shredded long sleeves, Naevys could make out the lines of his Еɵƶŧι markings.

His pants were pretty tight, but the hems bunched up at his boots, the other pushed up around his knee. There were little places around the tops of his thighs to slip daggers though they were empty. Zipper littered the pant leg that was down, and straps went from his waistband and around his thighs, two on each side, and they had little silver pieces at the sharp edges that pointed down towards his knee. Naevys couldn’t help shifting a little as his cock hardened a little and he crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to hide it. 

“Good morning, Master,” Isoloses said, walking forward and plopping down into the chair across from him. “How’s the report coming?” It took me three and a half hours because I kept checking my clock, Naevys mentally moaned, his eyes scanning over Isoloses worriedly.

“Finished,” Naevys said instead of indulging his bitchy side. “How’d you sleep?” He asked curiously, looking over him as he caught the scent lingering on Isoloses. It smelled like Isoloses, just maybe a bit less… dark. Naevys couldn’t explain it beyond the fact that high elves could sense the health in everything , even stuff that makes no sense. 

“I slept well,” Isoloses mused, smiling a little as his eyes roamed over Naevys, making Naevys’s cheeks heat up. “That plant will be fine with Dhaci, right?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys nod his head. Of that, he had no question. Dhaci had a special ability, containment . He is able to control and communicate with plants as if they were speaking to him and the ability never shuts off so he constantly can hear the plants closest to him–and with Caedmon’s assistance, the closet is a secondary area, which allows him to store the plants in a separate realm, while still having them close enough to hear them.

“Are you feeling alright? There are vines crawling up over the window and there’s not even glass in it.” Isoloses said, tilting his head to the side. Naevys nodded. He was fine. He just didn’t know how to ask if Isoloses  was fine. 

“…Are you?” Naevys asked hesitantly, his eyes glancing down at the paperwork in front of him. He had no idea what to expect with Isoloses, he never had any clue what to expect. Unlike everyone else who Naevys knew, who grew predictable and boring, Isoloses was… spontaneous like fire, unpredictable like lightning striking. Naevys loved and hated that in equal measure. On some level, it was nice to be surprised occasionally, however on the other level… he wanted  to know what to expect with Isoloses. Especially with Isoloses.

“I’m fine,” Isoloses said easily, “I slept really good, for the first time in like centuries.” He said, stretching a bit as he let out a yawn. Naevys nodded his head, his eyes scrutinizing Isoloses for a minute as he tried to detect the truthfulness of the statement. He seemed to be being honest, at least from what Naevys could tell, so he nodded his head.

“That’s good,” Naevys said, relief flooding through him. “What are you planning on doing this evening then?” Isoloses shrugged and leaned his head back, his burgundy eyes roaming over the ceiling as he mused over something. Naevys knew the look in his eyes to be the look he wore when thinking, and it was incredibly– entrancing. 

“Might go to the tavern later and play a hand of poker, maybe see about blackjack. Have a drink, ’cause the liquor here tastes like heaven,” Isoloses said, smiling a little as his eyes turned to Naevys. “What about you?” Naevys hummed curiously. He really had no plans, truthfully, though he scarcely ever did. He usually found himself peering out at the waterfall or the plant life surrounding him, lost in thought. 

“Not much, truly,” Naevys said, sitting his pen down and shifting again, Isoloses’s scent beginning to make his head swim a little with desire as he felt the familiar itch beginning to set in that happened whenever Isoloses was around. “That’s exciting. Do you need more Cresents or are you fine?” Isoloses shook his head.

“I have a whole bag in your room from winning last time,” Isoloses said easily.  Naevys nodded his head, leaning forward a bit as his hole twitched a little in desire, slick beginning to wet his underwear. He couldn’t let Isoloses walk out of this office without fucking him first, he smelled too good  to resist right now and Naevys didn’t want Isoloses out running around without his scent all over him. 

“I don’t suppose you have some time to spare before then, hm?” Naevys pondered aloud, drawing Isoloses’s attention to him fully. Isoloses’s eyes darkened as they ran over his face, clearly trying to read him and see what he was offering. Naevys let out a hum and stood up from his seat, smirking a little as he walked around the desk. Isoloses’s eyes followed him the entire time, lingering on his legs and it made Naevys’s blood heat up in excitement.

Naevys stopped in front of him and smirked, stopping when he reached the front side of his desk. Naevys lifted himself up and sat down on the face of his desk teasingly, parting his legs teasingly.

“Isoloses, come here,” Naevys said, his eyes roaming over Isoloses. Isoloses rushed up to his feet, practically stumbling in his haste to get to him. Naevys let out an amused chuckle and reached his arms up, looping them around Isoloses’s neck. Naevys tugged Isoloses down so that they were face to face, spending a moment reveling in Isoloses responding hitch of breath and his lustful gaze before he let out a hum and tugged him closer until their lips were almost touching. Isoloses sucked in a deep breath, his eyes darkening a bit.

“Master,” He whined after a moment of Naevys not moving, just teasing him. “Master, please ,” Isoloses breathed his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled against the urge to touch him. The sight of the struggle made Naevys feel a little warm–he longed  for Isoloses on a normal basis but this incessant need to be filled with him was beginning to drive him a little nuts.

He had missed Isoloses almost as soon as he’d walked into the portal to Caelestes, and he’d been consumed with thinking about him. There was a noticeable shift when Naevys had been waking up, and he’d started practically burning inside. His entire body was warm and sensitive as if he was in heat, and Naevys hadn’t been able to help reaching down and shoving his fingers inside of himself at multiple points. After a certain point, he’d pulled out the prepper he made himself and just walked around with that inside of him.

Even as big and disconcerting as it was when he shifted, he’d been unable to think clearly without it. He had told Isoloses to take the injection to cure him of his issues and Naevys had anticipated noticing a difference as soon as he returned–however he’d not expected to be able to sense it with Isoloses all the way in Caelestes. He had felt it, and he could feel it even more with Isoloses so close to him. His scent which had already driven Naevys crazy before and now– oh now it was even more appealing. 

“What does my horny little mutt want?” Naevys teased, smirking up at Isoloses as he let out a shaky breath and looked down at him with desire-darkened eyes. Isoloses let out a pitiful whimper, his eyes widening and darkening with desire as they roamed over him.

“I want you ,” Isoloses said, his hands finally giving up on fighting back the urge to hold him as his hands gripped into Naevys’s hips. Naevys giggled a bit, his heart speeding up as he looked up at Isoloses. He loved the way Isoloses looked at him with desperate  and hungry eyes. Naevys had expected pushback from Isoloses after he got the injection, but instead, he seemed even more complaisant than usual.

“You want me?” Naevys asked teasingly, drawing a nod from Isoloses almost immediately as his hands tightened a bit on his waist, tugging him forward a bit on his desk so they were closer. Naevys tsked teasingly, unable to help the smile that began pulling up the corners of his lips.

“So much,” Isoloses answered, his burgundy red eyes glancing down at Naevys’s face. “I’ll do anything, anything you want me to just please–” Naevys cut him off by tugging him closer and connecting their lips, swallowing down the moan Isoloses let out. Isoloses’s lips moved hungrily against Naevys’s, pulling a moan from Naevys’s mouth as he hooked his knees over Isoloses’s hips and threaded his fingers through Isoloses’s hair. Naevys slipped his tongue into Isoloses’s mouth, tangling their tongues together as he pressed himself to Isoloses’s chest.

Isoloses’s scent was stronger now, setting Naevys’s blood to a simmer. He needed more of Isoloses until he was so full he couldn’t think about anything. Naevys had two modes–overthinking, and full of cock, there really wasn’t any in-between. He liked being with Isoloses, but he didn’t like his brain when he was with Isoloses, though it made little sense.

When Naevys was alone, he still overthought  every microscopic decision he made because he knew what each decision he made could potentially bring to fruition. When Isoloses was around, it was harder merely because Naevys couldn’t help but read into everything. He didn’t want to read too much into his interactions with Isoloses, and he didn’t want to want him… but he did. Isoloses broke away from the kiss with a whimper.

“Master, can I please–” Naevys chuckled as Isoloses broke himself off to let out a whine.

“You want to fuck me, hm?” Isoloses’s head bobbed almost as soon as Naevys got the words out of his mouth, making Naevys smile. He was always so impatient, so eager to please and gain praise. “Well then, perhaps you should start by undressing me,” Naevys said instead of teasing him about his eagerness. Isoloses nodded again and his hands released Naevys’s hips, his hands quickly beginning to work the buttons of Naevys’s shirt.

Naevys leaned back a bit, letting Isoloses take his time as he roamed his eyes over Isoloses’s face. He looked somewhere between ravenous and out of patience entirely, a look that suited him pretty well. Naevys had shamelessly stood aside and watched Isoloses defend him in a realm that’d been overtaken by scavengers and people who were kicked out of other realms, depending. It was so hot  to watch Isoloses fight when he was on the brink of a rut, and the look in his eyes now matched the same desperate energy he was exuding at the moment.

Isoloses fumbled a bit with the last button and as soon as it was open, he quickly pushed it down and off of his shoulders. It pooled behind him on his desk, and Isoloses immediately moved on to his belt, working it quickly before he pulled the zipper down. Naevys lifted himself up a bit so that Isoloses could pull his pants off of him, letting them, and the belt fall down around his ankles. Naevys giggled a little, relishing in the way Isoloses’s eyes roamed over him hungrily.

“You like what you see, hm?” Naevys teased, laying himself back against the face of the desk, propping himself up with one elbow. Isoloses nodded his head, his eyes narrowing in where Naevys’s legs were slightly parted. Naevys lifted his hand and trailed his fingers along Isoloses’s chest teasingly. “Pull out your cock, handsome.” Naevys purred.

Isoloses couldn’t have moved faster. His hands moved down to his pants and quickly worked the buttons of his pants, pulling his cock out of his pants. Naevys’s eyes glanced down and he ran them over Isoloses’s cock, taking in the sight of it. Isoloses’s cock was deep red and leaking precum already, and it sent a wave of arousal over Naevys so strong that he almost got lightheaded. 

Naevys shifted a bit, pulling up his feet so they were beside him on the desk, exposing his hole to Isoloses’s desire-laced eyes. Isoloses let out a groan, his hands going to rest on Naevys’s knees. Naevys smirked up at him, arousal and excitement coursing through him.

“Come on big guy, show me what you’re made of,” Naevys said teasingly as he motioned him closer with one finger, smirking mischievously as he watched Isoloses’s eyes darken. Isoloses stepped forward and moved his hands, one going from Naevys’s knees to his waist while the other curled around the base of Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses used the grip to lead the head of his erection into Naevys’s hole.

Naevys’s breath rushed out of him as he felt it pushing against the rim of his hole. After having slept with Isoloses’s cock inside of him, he was soft and pliant–even with the accelerated healing, Isoloses was big enough that if he had sex with him frequently enough, his body would adjust to it and there’d be no healing required at all. It wasn’t a matter of being injured–more his hole would grow accustomed to being stretched frequently enough that it’d stop trying to close. Which would work out perfectly for him, Isoloses being around meant he would be sufficiently entertained… 

“Enter me,” Naevys demanded as Isoloses kept just pushing the head of his cock inside of him. Isoloses jolted forward, burying himself inside Naevys to the hilt. “Fuuuuuck,” Naevys moaned, his back arching as he felt pleasure zinging through his veins. Isoloses remained still, his burgundy eyes staring down at him pleadingly as he panted heavily, his hand moving to Naevys’s waist.

“M-Master,” Isoloses choked out, his hands tightening as impatience flickered in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He managed to get out around his labored breathing, making Naevys smile faintly. He couldn’t help but find the worry in Isoloses’s eyes endearing. He had little reason to be worried, but he always was. Same as him.

“I’m fine,” Naevys answered, letting himself rest back against the desk and moaned as it changed where Isoloses’s cock was resting. It sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him and he couldn’t think for a moment beyond the feeling of Isoloses’s cock throbbing inside of him. “Fuck me, move,” Naevys commanded, reaching his hands up to grip onto the lip of the desk. Isoloses moaned and nodded his head, immediately beginning to move his hips.

Naevys moaned, his mind blanking just a bit as he rested back against the desk, watching as Isoloses began thrusting his hips forward. Naevys moaned, trembles coursing through him as Isoloses’s length moved within him. He was content letting Isoloses do most, if not all the work at first. Isoloses was big enough that it took nothing for him to hit every pleasure point inside of him. As an elf he had multiple, and Isoloses’s length provided pressure to all of them at once.

It turned his brain to mush and made his entire body sing  with pleasure even when Isoloses didn’t move at all. When he did move inside of him, It made Naevys’s entire body shake and shudder, his body pleading for more. He always wanted more of Isoloses.

“H-Harder,” Naevys demanded breathlessly as Isoloses’s hands squeezed around his waist. Isoloses immediately thrusted into him harder, knocking the breath from his lungs as he moaned, trembles coursing through his body as his hands tightened around the lip of the desk. The next thrust made stars dance behind his eyes as he arched up and let out a cry of pleasure, everything inside of him narrowing in on the feeling of Isoloses thrusting into him.

Isoloses’s pace didn’t falter, once Naevys set a bar, Isoloses maintained it. Every thrust had pleasure swirling through him, and all Naevys could wrap his mind around was the scent filling up his office. Isoloses’s pheromones had been intense since he returned from Caelestes, and they kept Naevys’s head foggy and unfocused. Isoloses’s scent made him want to push him down onto the nearest surface and ride him until Isoloses’s knot was plugging him full of cum, and even with the aching emptiness inside of him abated, he still wanted more.

Isoloses leaned over him, resting himself down on his elbows as he sped up his thrusts even more. Naevys cried out, pleasure bursting beneath his skin as his hands left the lip of the desk to cling desperately at Isoloses, his fingernails biting down into Isoloses’s skin. Isoloses let out a growl, his eyes darkening with excitement as he thrusted into him again. This thrust was rougher, less timed,  and planned, but even so, it sent pleasure radiating through him. Every time he thrusted into him it felt like he was deeper than the last and it never failed to make his body tremble and pleasure eat at him.

He was so full, so full he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Isoloses filled him perfectly, his length pressing against everything inside of him and each motion of his hips had him rubbing everything inside of him that he needed it to. Elves have so many pleasure spots because there’s a variety of penis sizes and their anatomy was designed to receive pleasure from any of them, and Naevys loved having all of them stimulated at the same time and the way Isoloses filled him… fuck.

His length stretched him in the best way, filling him completely and making his entire body sing from the pleasure. With Isoloses buried inside of him all the way, every spot inside of him that could feel pleasure had steady pressure being applied to it, and with him thrusting Naevys couldn’t focus on anything other than liquid fire coursing through his veins.

Naevys was acutely aware of the sound of the items on his desk shaking around in their containers, the sound of his desk scraping the floor, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. He knew everyone in the hall could hear them and it made excitement boil in his blood with the comingling pleasure. He wanted everyone to know who Isoloses belonged to, and he wanted everyone to be jealous of how good Isoloses made him feel.

Isoloses shifted up a bit, resting his weight on his palm instead, and then ran his eyes over him hungrily, his pace slowing down a bit. Naevys let out a little growl, silently urging him to speed up again. Isoloses’s eyes roamed down a bit and then a devious look overtook his face. Before Naevys had a moment to think about what Isoloses may be planning, Isoloses reached his hand down and rested it on his abdomen, pushing down as he ground his hips down into him. Naevys moaned, his eyes slamming shut as they rolled back, an orgasm ripping through him with little buildup despite its intensity. 

“O-Oh, fuuuck ,” Naevys sobbed, rapture overtaking him and knocking him momentarily out of commission. His entire body convulsed, pleasure running through him as he writhed around below Isoloses, his nails clawing at Isoloses’s shoulders as cum shot up and painted his lower abdomen and the back of Isoloses’s hand. For a moment, Naevys could barely think at all. Every inch of his body trembling and shaking, all he could do is hold onto Isoloses and grapple around for his train of thought.

“You okay?” Isoloses asked, his voice choked and deep. It sent a shiver of arousal through Naevys despite his desire to never acknowledge the effects that Isoloses had on him. Naevys nodded his head, his eyes pulling open to look up at him heatedly. Isoloses looked down at him worriedly, his pace beginning to falter a bit.

“D-Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” Naevys demanded as soon as he managed to catch his breath and work out how to form words, his eyes narrowing. Isoloses let out a groan and nodded his head, his eyes darkening. Isoloses hips pushed into him again, harder, pulling a moan from his throat. “Fuck me like you mean it, Iso,” Naevys said, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Isoloses’s hair, tightening his grip in it until Isoloses let out a little moan, excitement flashing through his pretty eyes. 

“Aren’t you impatient today,” Isoloses managed to get out, his hands moving to push Naevys’s thighs up towards his chest, thrusting into him harder. Naevys moaned, his back arching up as Isoloses’s length hit something inside of him that sent pleasure sparking through him. Naevys nodded his head, mainly as an afterthought, as his legs curled around Isoloses’s waist, pulling him closer and deeper . He let out a moan, overstimulation echoing through his entire body as he felt him so much deeper.

For a moment, he was lost in a pit of overstimulation and he couldn’t think to bring himself out of it, not that he wanted to. He never wanted it to end, the fullness echoing through his body and numbing his mind. Oh like this it was euphoric to be full of Isoloses, he could feel everything so well, too well. It was indescribable and had him tensing and jolting. He couldn’t breathe, it felt too good. Isoloses was so warm, so deep that it felt like he was melting. Fuck, he couldn’t think.

While the temperature difference between elves and demons is slight, it was noticeable like this, and Naevys loved it. Isoloses was warmth and Naevys was cold like ice–more metaphorically than literally. Isoloses made everything melt away in an odd sort of way, making his entire body twitch and jerk.

“Fuck, fuck,” Naevys cried out, sinking happily into the overstimulation as he felt each drag of Isoloses’s length inside of him. He could scarcely comprehend how Isoloses managed to fit inside of him even, but he was addicted to the feeling. He could feel Isoloses’s pulse, every vein running through his length, and the shape of the head of his cock–it was raw, intense, and driving him absolutely delirious. Each movement of Isoloses’s body sent electricity through Naevys’s veins, and he couldn’t help but tremble a little, his eyes rolling back into his head as Isoloses ground his erection against Naevys’s walls. 

“Master,” Isoloses growled, his voice deep and heavy, loud and it made Naevys’s blood heat up with excitement. Naevys loved to hear Isoloses call him Master, loved the way the word sounded coming out of his mouth. Something about the contrast between big scary demon and eager to please and desperate for praise made Naevys feel a little breathless. From the first time they’d had sex, he’d realized Isoloses was more submissive by nature and who was he to pass up an opportunity like that ? 

On its own, having one of the demon princes at his beck and call was a power rush, truly. Isoloses’s status in the army had always played into it, kind of like a power move. Naevys held one-half of the Royal Army of Caelestes leaders’ balls in his hands, literally , and had him kneeling and kissing his feet, pleading, completely disregarding his alpha nature… it was intoxicating, admittedly. 

“F…Fuck,” Naevys stammered, his fingers pulling at Isoloses’s hair as he heard the sound of something on his desk clattering off into the floor, a loud clanging noise resonating through the tense, heated air of his office. “You make so much noise,” Naevys tsked breathlessly, despite the fact that it wasn’t Isoloses himself so much being loud, but the combination of his desk moving, things falling to the floor and the noises that Naevys couldn’t manage to stifle made its way too noisy to have any claim for discretion.

“You’re not exactly being quiet either,” Isoloses responded breathlessly, thrusting into him harder. Naevys choked on a moan and tilted his head up so that he could bite down into his arm to muffle his cry of pleasure. Isoloses repeated the action and forced a cry of pleasure from Naevys’s throat as he dug his fingernails down into Isoloses’s shoulder, his other hand tugging at his hair roughly and thoughtlessly. He was so full,  so fucking full.

“But I’m not clattering stuff on the floor.” Naevys pointed out as he tried to clear the fog from his brain, his cheeks heating up a bit. Isoloses grunted in response, his cheeks flushing deeply. Naevys smirked and pulled him down by the grip on his hair, pressing their lips together. Isoloses moaned into the kiss, his hips pace faltering a bit as he tried to split his attention. He seemed to be unable to decide which he wanted to pour his attention into and it made Naevys breathless. Naevys pushed him up a little, breaking their kiss so he’d focus . 

“M-Master,” Isoloses began to whine, but Naevys narrowed his eyes and used his momentary ability to think semi-coherently to push Isoloses up more and back, pulling a whine from Isoloses’s mouth as his length was pulled out of him. Naevys sat up, maneuvering off the desk, and pushed Isoloses down into the chair he’d been sitting in pulling one of his legs up so that he could free his ankle from his pants leg, and then got into Isoloses’s lap, straddling his waist. Naevys reached behind him and grabbed Isoloses’s cock, raising himself up so he could get into position over his cock.

“Hush, Iso, be a good boy, and let me use your cock until I’m satisfied,” Naevys said firmly, making sure he didn’t accidentally command him. As much as he enjoyed the benefits of the pact, it did come with drawbacks that he’d learned to accommodate over the years. Isoloses let out a pitiful little whimper, his hands going to clasp at Naevys’s waist desperately. Even as big and strong as he was, his touch was– desperate but never painful, he never gripped him too hard. 

“Master, Master, please ,” Isoloses pleaded, his voice was erring on desperate and he loved  the subdued, soft side of Isoloses that only he was allowed to see. He loved how despite how easily Isoloses could flip the tables on him, he never did. He loved how Isoloses was his to direct, his to play with, his to take apart and put back together. The complexity of their relationship, how delicately it had to be balanced was intoxicating to him.

All of the sudden, an image popped into Naevys’s mind, breaking the fog in his mind just enough to process it–Rhelahi Crulzad was going to be at his door sometime in probably about the next five minutes. Naevys almost sighed, a spark of annoyance shooting through him. He hadn’t the slightest idea what Rhelahi wanted, but he wasn’t hearing a damn word of it until he at least  got Isoloses’s cum inside of him. He could abate his desire to be knotted with the prepper he made for himself which would also ensure all the cum stayed inside of him and didn’t make a mess during whatever what going to happen after he finished getting fucked.

“Shhh, shh,” Naevys murmured, curling his free arm around Isoloses’s neck as he sank down into place in his lap, taking his cock all the way inside of him once again. He was soaked , making the glide comfortable and quick, and pulled a moan from his lips as Isoloses let out a breathless groan. Naevys used his grip around Isoloses’s neck to steady himself before he began rocking his hips. Isoloses let out a moan, his eyes so dark and hazed with arousal it made excitement curl through Naevys.

“Master,” Isoloses moaned, his breath rushing from his chest as his hands clenched around Naevys’s waist. Naevys used the arm hooked around his neck to pull him closer, his hand sliding up and tangling in Isoloses’s hair as he led his mouth to his nipple. Isoloses immediately latched onto it and sucked, his teeth scratching against Naevys’s sensitive nipple, pulling a moan from his mouth. He bit his lip to stifle it, rolling his hips in a circle so that Isoloses’s cock rubbed against his walls firmly. Isoloses let out a moan into his nipple and sucked harder, his teeth scraping at the hardened bud of it.

Pleasure curled through Naevys, leaving him momentarily senseless, everything fizzling away from him. Naevys began raising himself up and dropping himself down on Isoloses’s cock, rubbing forward against his abdomen as he did so. Naevys was shamelessly aroused by how muscular he was, how strong Isoloses felt beneath his hands, and  loved how his hands felt gripping around his waist because fuck his hands. 

His skin wasn’t soft, particularly, he had scars on his fingertips and callouses in certain places. Naevys liked it, liked the way they felt biting into his skin, and really liked how his hands could almost wrap around his entire waist. It wasn’t completely possible, but with his fingers digging into either side of his waist it was close enough to have him breathless.

“Fuck,” Naevys moaned quietly, dipping his head forward to rest on Isoloses’s shoulder as he felt pleasure burning through his veins as he found himself sinking into the pleasure. “Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ, fuck,” Naevys let out as he bit down into Isoloses’s shoulder through his shirt, moaning breathlessly as euphoria washed through him. Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ   felt strange coming out of his mouth though he loved to call Isoloses that, despite it being a term of endearment– darling . Naevys wasn’t familiar with affection, but calling Isoloses it seemed right, and given that Isoloses couldn’t understand the Elven language he used it gave him the freedom to… indulge .

Isoloses moaned in response, his hips pushing up a bit in an attempt to fuck into him harder and deeper. Naevys tsked quietly and put his hand on Isoloses’s chest, causing him to stall his movements and whine desperately.

“Master,” Isoloses whined desperately as his hands clenched on his waist, his eyes glazed and his cheeks darkened with a flush. His dark hair was messy and sweaty, and he looked fucking delicious . He was beautiful , in a weird sort of way. His hair was dark and hung in his eyes just a bit, his beautiful deep red eyes so hazed with pleasure and admiration it made Naevys’s stomach feel fluttery. Naevys wanted to be inside Isoloses’s head, wanted to know what thoughts kept him up at night, but especially what he was thinking when he was looking at him with that adoring look in his eyes.

Naevys’s eyes shot over to the door and a second later he heard a quiet knock echo on the door and he fought back the urge to sigh.

“Lord Naevys, you have a visitor,” Laiex’s voice came through the door and Naevys fought the urge to snap at him. Laiex knew what Naevys was doing, he’d been his butler for years. Instead of divulging his bitchy side he let out a huffy breath and looked up at the door scornfully.

“What do they need?” Naevys called back breathlessly, not bothering to stall his movements at all. He had zero intentions of ending this if it was something unimportant. Perhaps his priorities were backward, but there wasn’t much more important to him than Isoloses’s cock. If it was something serious, he was sure his clairvoyance would have shown him that instead of the interruption.

“It’s just the RIA,” Laiex said, “They need assistance with a case.” Ah, delightful, the Royal Intelligence Agency, Naevys almost rolled his eyes. A fat lot of help they were, given half of their work was done by him. Whatever it is mustn’t be too important because the RIA would just rush into his office if it was an emergency.

“Tell them I’m a little busy, and to give me about ten minutes,” Naevys responded, keeping his annoyance out of his voice. He knew there were crimes other than violent crimes, which had been mostly eradicated, but he wasn’t a part of the RIA, and really wanted nothing to do with the institution of it. He didn’t care about trivial matters, and cared even less about the other nonsense they dealt with. His help was mainly to benefit Cassian.

“Yes, My Lord,” Laiex responded, and Naevys glanced down at Isoloses who was silent though looking ready to burst with his effort not to let out a noise. Naevys chuckled, unable to help being amused. It was adorable, really, how Isoloses was so modest.

“Now now, don’t lose focus, I want your cum in me,” Naevys said, and Isoloses let out a moan and nodded his head, his hands clenching where they rested. At the mention of cumming, Isoloses’s eyes darkened ten shades, Naevys swore, an excited gleam in them. Naevys smiled fondly, unable to help himself as he worked himself up and down Isoloses’s length, his eyes rolling back as trembles coursed through him.

He was acutely aware of the noises leaving his mouth and the sweat dripping down his forehead which was matting his bangs to his forehead. He was only faintly aware of the hair he’d pulled up into a messy bun sometime during his struggle to write the damn report that was falling down, some of the hair tickling against his ears. How the hell was he supposed to focus on that, though with the weight of Isoloses’s cock dragging along his pleasure spots, making sparks of pleasure shoot through him.

“Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ,” Naevys moaned, rocking his weight back and forth, grinding his cock against Isoloses’s abdomen. The feeling of Isoloses’s skin against his cock felt really good, and Naevys was ashamed to admit that it was edging him closer and closer to orgasm when combined with Isoloses’s cock. It didn’t matter how high he pulled up, Isoloses’s cock always pressed against something  that felt too good to ignore. 

“You’re so tight, I’m so close,” Isoloses moaned, pleading with his eyes as he looked down at him. Naevys nodded his head, momentarily unable to work his tongue to respond because Isoloses’s hips twitched upwards a bit and his cock rubbed insistently against Naevys’s pleasure spots and it sent liquid fire laced with desire zinging through his veins.

“Feel good?” Isoloses nodded his head quickly, his hands sliding down to Naevys’s thighs and gripping them. Even with the grip, his elbows remained lax, which allowed Naevys to keep his rapid movements up. Each bounce of his body had pleasure ricocheting through him, and his arm tightened around Isoloses’s neck, biting down into his neck roughly. Isoloses gasped and tilted his head back, his hands clenching around Naevys’s thighs. 

“So, so, so good, fuck, you’re so warm, and you smell so good,” Isoloses said quickly, his nose settling over where Naevys’s scent gland would be, were he a demon. Naevys did have pheromones but his were only in his wrists and his slick, but Naevys couldn’t lie he enjoyed the instinctual nature behind the action nonetheless. Affection,  Naevys knew that was what it was, and it always made him just the slightest bit uncertain.  He didn’t know how to respond to the softness of it, was only used to the fake sugary compliments he knew were said to get close to him that he couldn’t trust.

With Isoloses, the words were never said the same way he’d come to recognize, they always sounded truthful and honest… and it led him to the brink of insanity. He hated that he loved the affection, he hated that he wanted it, and most of all he hated that someone had wormed their way inside of him. None of that really mattered, though, when Isoloses was with him and beneath him and fucking him. 

“Shh,” Naevys said breathlessly, “You’re being so good, you can cum as soon as I cum again,” Naevys promised, speeding up his movements and chasing his orgasm more because he wanted to reward him, but also because Isoloses’s warm and affectionate comments made him tingle. Everything felt so good he couldn’t really think, and affection didn’t come out of him freely he had to put the effort in to express it, and he had no brain processing power left to even attempt that. 

“Yes Master,” Isoloses said, his head bending forward to bite down into Naevys’s shoulder. Naevys moaned, his eyes rolling back as he rolled his hips faster, trembles coursing through him. It felt so good, too good, and he was certain that there was no way he wasn’t going to lose himself to an orgasm for a second. The bite was erring on thoughtless, he’d definitely have a mark left behind and it sent adrenaline and excitement coursing through him and combining with everything else.

He was feeling so much, everything was alight with pleasure and he couldn’t think. Isoloses’s length rubbing against his walls was just perfect , and Naevys was remiss to have to rush it when he was enjoying himself.

Naevys continued moving his body up and down, gasps and moans falling off of his tongue with each fluid motion of his body. Isoloses’s hips rolled experimentally, cautiously, his teeth sinking down a little into Naevys’s shoulder. Bliss, utter and complete bliss washed over him and Naevys’s head fell back. Pleasure coursed through him, tugging him deeper into the throes of desire. Every thrust hit Naevys’s pleasure spots and sent pleasure ravaging through Naevys so intensely that his thighs trembled slightly with his movements.

He was close and only edging closer and he was going to lose every ounce of sense that he’d ever thought of having. He couldn’t help speeding up his movements, even more, his entire body singing with pleasure as he found himself swimming in arousal and pleasure, his entire body singing with its excitement.

“Master, Master, fuck–” Naevys captured Isoloses’s lips against his to stifle the rest of the sentence, not really fancying a lecture from the RIA about ‘prioritizing business’ and yadda yadda yadda–he didn’t care , not enough to prioritize it over this, and lectures were so boring and unending.

“Quiet,” Naevys commanded, making Isoloses nod his head rapidly, his lips shutting as concentration set in his eyes. Naevys’s eyes sought out the clock, and he moved a little faster as he thought almost time . He was stretching it out as long as possible, he wanted to enjoy himself before allowing the RIA to ruin his fun. “Iso you’re so hard, hm, does my hole feel good?” The amount of effort put into making his voice steady and unaffected was astounding, and even still it wasn’t flawless. Isoloses nodded and let out a whimper, nodding his head.

“S-So good,” Isoloses answered breathlessly, his eyes looking down at him desperately. Naevys nodded his head, smirking a little as he rolled his hips in a circle, jolting a little as he muffled a cry of pleasure into Isoloses’s neck. It felt way, way too good, and everything was bubbling beneath his skin and making him breathless, thoughtless.

“Mmm, you’re such a good boy,” Naevys purred, and a shiver raced through Isoloses that made Naevys smirk a little. “Wrap your arms around me and fuck up into me, Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ, make me cum.” Isoloses nodded, curling his arms around Naevys’s back and pulling him closer. Naevys rested against Isoloses’s chest, letting Isoloses take slight control and pound up into him as he straddled Isoloses’s waist. The change in position allowed Isoloses’s cock to plunge deeper and harder into him, holding him to his chest as each thrust knocked Naevys breathless as sparks of pleasure shot through him.

Isoloses’s erection dragged inside of him and had him flying away from his body. Isoloses was so intense and warm, like fire, and his touch burned against Naevys’s skin much more noticeably when he was this aroused. It felt so blindingly good, so fiercely passionate that he didn’t stand a chance against the waves of pleasure crashing down over him. 

“Fuck, Naevys,” Isoloses moaned quietly, biting down into his neck roughly. The pleasure and warmth were entrapping him, edging him closer and closer until Isoloses thrusted up into him harder. Naevys tensed in his arms, writhing around slightly as his vision whited out, pleasure filling him until it overflowed and sent him hurdling toward his orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, cum Isoloses now! “ Naevys commanded breathlessly as he lost himself completely. Isoloses let out a growl, his arms tightening around his waist as he held him in place and grinded up into him. Naevys could feel every vein and ridge, and fuck, fuck, as Isoloses’s cock settled the deepest it’d been so far, he could even feel it as his cock pulsed rhythmically inside of him. Isoloses went rigid beneath him, his teeth digging down harder in Naevys’s neck as his hips twitched upwards ever so slightly, trying to go deeper and deeper inside of him.

Naevys’s body jerked in pleasure as he felt Isoloses cum so deep inside of him that he felt lightheaded, rushing hot and thick and filling every nook and cranny of his body. Without Isoloses’s knot in place inside of him, some of it escaped, running around Isoloses’s base and it made him fight back a disgruntled whine.

Isoloses sank back against the chair, his breathing labored and his cheeks flushed. There was a dazed expression on his face and his jaw was hanging down a little, and Naevys couldn’t help but think he looked cute. How dare he be so cute and endearing, really, the nerve of this man. Naevys couldn’t help but rest forward against Isoloses’s chest, listening to their matching heartbeats. He felt tingly and full, a little like his center of gravity had shifted, and the lack of a knot filling him made him feel admittedly a little dissatisfied.

He didn’t need a knot, wasn’t even meant to take one, truly. However… there was this never-ending itch that spread through him when he had sex and didn’t take one. Specifically, Isoloses’s knot. Before Isoloses it didn’t really matter, he’d never considered it something he would seek out or want, it wasn’t something his body did to him like say a demon omega, it was something he did to it. He had enjoyed taking knots, more from the standpoint of enjoying feeling full, but with Isoloses it was different even still.

Isoloses made his entire body sing with pleasure. Naevys let out a little sigh and shifted closer to Isoloses, his nose running along his scent gland. Isoloses smelled so good, like lightning and bourbon, and because of all of the cum coating him he also smelled a little like Naevys’s own scent and it made his body and mind feel soft and pliant.

It was so hard, so hard to keep from letting the nonsense sitting on the tip of his tongue string out.

“Good boy,” Naevys purred, pressing a kiss to Isoloses’s neck. They were both a mess, but fortunately, Naevys had a change of clothing for himself in his office. He’d brought them into his office after Isoloses came to stay with him, having anticipated similar situations to this one. However, he had nothing for Isoloses. A pity, as that meant he had to sit in his lap or excuse him from the room, and frankly, nothing the RIA said would be worth kicking Isoloses out.

Unless a magic cat getting stuck in a tree was of Caelestes’s concern, there was no reason in his mind. Naevys hummed quietly as Isoloses’s eyes closed and his breathing slowed down. He was clearly enjoying himself. However, all good things have to end eventually, Naevys knew. Even so, he would spare a few more minutes to spend like this, before the intimate haze filling his mind receded and he could think clearly once again.

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The next couple of days were overall pretty uneventful. Isoloses was feeling better with each passing day which felt a little strange–but in a good way. Naevys was constantly busy with some investigation he kept complaining about under his breath whenever he and Isoloses were alone together, and it left Isoloses with a lot of extra free time. He’d spent a couple of days going down to the tavern in Alyvahone and had tripled and then quadrupled his winnings in as many days because everyone he’d faced so far had no poker face.

He figured if he showed up again, no one would be ballsy enough to play against him again so he decided to go visit Ilsa today. The walk had been enjoyable, the air was calming and no one bothered him much because by this point word had spread about his presence–and his owner.  Naevys’s ownership of him lent a level of uncomfortable acceptance by the residents of Tenebris Regni.

Ilsa was much, much more accepted than him though he wasn’t really surprised by that. Despite Ilsa’s status in Caelestes, it really didn’t seem like many people here knew his realm of origin or exactly what to call him and he didn’t seem to be in a rush to tell everyone. Ilsa didn’t really need to though.

Despite having grown up in pretty much complete seclusion, he had the ability to charm everyone and captivate them. Isoloses was a siphon, Isandro was a shadow, and Ilsa–well, his father had really burned most of Ilsa’s medical documents when he began being secluded in an attempt to erase his existence. It was easier to make a ghost seem like a figment of someone’s imagination, and it allowed him total control over Ilsa and his healthcare. It worked out perfectly for his father, but not so much for Ilsa.

Isoloses had pretty much guessed that Ilsa was a succubus though when his father suppressed his ability to change into his full demon form and changed the circulation vents in his room to only circulate the air inside of his room around his heat. Normal omegas in heat smell good, and it was fully possible to get scent drunk so to speak with them.

Succubus’s, however, have scents so intense that catching a whiff of them when you’re unmated can make a person scent drunk. Isoloses could smell Ilsa’s heat coming, even though his alpha didn’t respond to it. For the most part, at least. If an alpha is exposed to copious amounts of any omegas scent it can begin to affect them. That kind of thing can also  be changed if a pair of family members mate, but it was generally frowned upon. Still not entirely unheard of. While most kinds of demons cross-mate with other demons, a few families chose to ‘preserve bloodlines’ and all of that. 

Isoloses didn’t know about all of that, really, though. He just preferred not to think about it. He had a feeling at some point his father’s intention might’ve been for him and Ilsa to mate, though he’d never outright said that. There were just a few times that Isoloses felt certain his father had trapped the pair of them together in an attempt to force the situation. The most notable time was when Isoloses got locked in the room just outside of Ilsa’s room while the guards stepped away.

The way their father had Ilsa’s room set up, there were two closing metal doors on either side charmed so that no one could enter or exit through magic, they had to be magically opened from the outside and they closed automatically. There was enough room on either side of Ilsa’s door for two guards–one on each side. 

The guards weren’t typical guards that linger around the castle for protection purposes. These were guards who were created to serve the purpose of protecting Ilsa from harm and preventing him from escaping. They were sentient to some extent, they understood orders and most importantly–they were noseless, and therefore would not be affected by Ilsa’s scent during his heat. 

His father only used the doors when Ilsa was in heat so that no ‘undesirable suitors’ could get into Ilsa’s quarters and there were guards posted outside of his door at all times on an everyday basis. Isoloses had realized that no guards were standing by and that the doors were open so Isoloses wrongly assumed that Ilsa wasn’t in heat and something might’ve been wrong.

As soon as Isoloses had stepped near Ilsa’s room the doors had slammed shut around him and the ventilation swapped so the room was flooded with pheromones. The guards had been gone for over two hours, and by the time that they finally arrived Isoloses was in a rut, had dented the metal wall and injured himself so he couldn’t get to Ilsa and had killed one of the guards when they went towards Ilsa’s door. When Mytherion got there, he went to check on Ilsa while the omegan helper with Mytherion whom Isoloses couldn’t really remember the name of tried to heal him.

Ilsa was at the point in his heat where he was really out of it and delirious so he had no idea what was even happening, which Isoloses wasn’t sure was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, Ilsa knowing what had happened would probably only frighten him but on the other, it felt like not telling him was… wrong too. Either way, he wasn’t going to utter a word of it to Ilsa. Him knowing about such a close call could completely dissuade him from trying to build any form of a relationship with Isoloses. While Isoloses hadn’t done anything, he was so scent drunk his alpha wanted to. That alone would be enough to frighten Ilsa of him, given how skittish he already was around him.

Isoloses let out a sigh and glanced around the sitting room of Cassian’s castle taking in the art in golden frames on the walls. They were pretty neat, Isoloses actually kind of liked them. The rest of the décor was kind of creepy but pretty at the same time. There were candles lit around the room, lighting up the room with a bright blue flickering light that somehow was providing the same amount of light as a regular candle if not more.

“MAMA MAMA MAMA!” Iden’s chattering echoed off the stone castle walls as Ilsa–and obviously, Iden grew closer to the sitting room. The door to the sitting room swung open and Ilsa walked in wearing most of a suit, his jacket missing, though the vest he was wearing was black and curled around his waist. It was interesting to see the change in fashion on Ilsa, he couldn’t lie.

“Uh, hey,” Ilsa said, a slight bit less on edge than the last time they’d seen each other. It brought a smile to his face immediately. “I wasn’t expecting you today.” Isoloses nodded. He hadn’t really been visiting too often, because he didn’t want to make Ilsa nervous or anything. He felt it was best that he take things slowly because trying to force things too quickly would make Ilsa shut him down entirely.

“Just thought I might stop in and see how you and Iden have been doing,” Isoloses said cautiously, running his eyes over Ilsa and then Iden. Iden was bigger than Isoloses expected. When he’d seen him last, just a month ago or so, he was probably half this size. His hair was pulled up into a ponytail on the top of his head and it was flowing down to one side, and his bright blue and purple eyes were wide and his cheeks were slightly pink. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap. But he was distinctly bigger than Isoloses was certain he should be. 

“Oh, we’ve been alright!” Ilsa said, shifting Iden’s weight up his hip a bit as he walked over to the small couch in front of Isoloses. “Iden said his first word, and then went on to say a whole sentence to me! It wasn’t like literary genius or anything, but he’s only six months old, technically!” Ilsa said, one of his arms waving around a little. “Show him, Iden. Say hello!”

“Hello!” Iden parroted, his legs bouncing excitedly.

“I know he’s just saying hello now, but I swear to Oriosis he has been chattering in broken sentences all day!” Ilsa said, pouting a little. Iden giggled and laid his head over, blinking at Isoloses with a sleepy smile. “He’s got like six teeth already, too. Can run away from me!” He exclaimed, his pout deepening.

“You used to do that, too,” Isoloses noted, crossing his arms as he ran his eyes over Ilsa. Though it’d been a long time since Ilsa had been a baby, Isoloses could remember it well. It was probably the last time his life had been… somewhat normal. Not completely, not by a long shot, but it was the closest to normal he could remember. “Use to throw little temper tantrums when you didn’t get your way too,” Isoloses said. Ilsa huffed and looked over at him, his eyes narrowing a little.

“I most certainly didn’t throw temper tantrums,” Ilsa said certainly, his lips pouting even more somehow. Isoloses laughed. 

“You absolutely did. It was so bad for a while that the housekeepers would send me to contain you.” Isoloses said, smiling a little at the flush that crept across his cheeks. “You threw that fork and it broke a plate, remember?” Ilsa giggled and shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Ilsa said, shrugging in a non-committal way, his eyes darting down to Iden who chose to grab at Ilsa’s hair and pull tightly. Isoloses chuckled and nodded his head, taking in the sight of Ilsa slowly working Iden’s palm open with his thumb.

“Oh, maybe, huh?” Isoloses quipped, smirking a little bit. “You made Isandro and I buy you that hellhound during one of those little temper tantrums.” Ilsa raised an eyebrow at that, confusion marring his face for a moment before his eyes dulled for a moment. Isoloses could practically see the memories flickering in his eyes.

“That seems to have been the case,” Ilsa agreed quietly and smiled a bit. “How’s… How’s life in Tenebris for you?” Ilsa asked curiously. 

“Well, I’ve just been spending time with Naevys. I’ve also been going to the tavern to play cards, but I worried if I showed up again tonight, they might form a lynch mob.” Isoloses said, a smile quirking up his lips. Ilsa giggled a little.

“Are you good at cards, then?” He asked, somewhat hesitantly, but still curiously. Progress is progress, Isoloses couldn’t complain. Isoloses nodded his head, smiling at him a little.

“I’m really good, it’s hard to beat me at a game of poker, or blackjack for that matter,” Isoloses said, and Ilsa nodded his head.

“I’ve only ever heard of those games, I’ve never played cards. Can you play them with tarot cards?” Ilsa asked curiously. Isoloses shook his head, unsure. It didn’t really seem impossible but there would be a lot of allowances that had to be made and a lot of altercations to the gameplay that he wasn’t sure would carry through well.

“No, but if you’d like to play a game, I have a deck.” Isoloses offered, waving his hand before resting it palm up so that it’d form into his hand and had no chance of making a mess on the floor. Ilsa bit his lip, his eyes scanning over him scrutinously as he watched the desk of cards form in his hand.

“…Sure. We can play a game.” Ilsa said, looking down at Iden. “I… will put him in the nursery and call Felix. Do you mind waiting a moment?” Isoloses shook his head, he didn’t mind at all. Poker was fun, and even if he had no plan to totally wipe the floor with Ilsa, he still couldn’t help but feel excited. It seemed like more than just a little progress. It was the first time they’d been… together like this with no set time limit and no rush. Ilsa wanting him to stay with him was kind of exciting because that meant he wanted to hang out with him which was definitely progress.

He wasn’t expecting miracles or anything, but this felt like the closest one could get to one.

“I don’t mind. I’ll set up while you do that.” Isoloses said, beginning to shuffle the deck. Ilsa nodded and turned on his heels, heading towards the door. Ilsa paused for a moment and then glanced back over his shoulder.

“Did you want to stay for dinner? I… can ask Seraphina about making extra.” Ilsa asked, his voice soft and nervous. Isoloses nodded his head.

“Sure, I’ll stay for dinner if you’d like me to.” He said, making Ilsa nod his head before he fled the room quickly. Isoloses smiled a little and rested himself back against the couch as he focused on shuffling his deck quietly.

Despite the excitement, Isoloses also felt relieved that he was repairing his relationship with Ilsa. He was uncharacteristically happy, and it made him just the littlest bit curious. As horrible as it sounded, he was so, so fucking happy his father had died and would continue to rot in a hole in the ground. He should go dance on his grave one good time. He could do a jig or something, whatever dance felt most disrespectful.

He almost chuckled aloud but fought it back, leaning forward as he began dealing out the cards for the pair of them, waiting on Ilsa to get back from handing Iden off to Felix.

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Isoloses had returned home from Cassian’s castle after nightfall had already happened, and he’d spent the rest of his evening helping Naevys in his office before Naevys had pulled him to bed and rode him for like three and a half hours, cursing and complaining about something called the RIA being a pain in the ass. After he’d ridden himself to delirium, Naevys had changed positions so he was on his side and commanded him to knot him and hold him. Isoloses had until Naevys pulled away. 

Usually, after a night of sex with Naevys, Isoloses slept like a baby. Naevys had stamina and could go for hours if they went uninterrupted, and by the end of it usually, Isoloses just passed the fuck out in Naevys’s nest. Tonight, he couldn’t seem to sleep at all.

Even with the slight distance between them, Naevys’s presence beside him made him feel less lonely and made his nights feel less insufferable. Isoloses was tangled in the vines that circled Naevys’s heart, and he never, ever wanted that to change. Naevys was sleeping beside him, just far enough away that Isoloses could barely feel his heat seeping into him. For a moment, he considered rolling over and wrapping his arm around Naevys, but he didn’t want to disturb him needlessly.

He looked so peaceful when asleep, so beautiful and worry-free. There was an air around him that thawed when he was asleep and it brought Isoloses an intense amount of happiness that he could see him this way.

Isoloses found himself rolling over onto his side behind Naevys, though, making the distance between them smaller. His eyes traced over Naevys’s back, taking in the sight of the bite marks on his shoulders and his neck, then the bumps of his delicate spine, loving the way his lower back had little dimples on either side of his spine. Naevys was beautiful and adorable, and all Isoloses was really able to think was about how delicate he is. How beautiful. How flawless.

The faintest sound left Naevys’s lips and Isoloses rolled back over onto his back, taking his eyes off of Naevys. He didn’t really want to disturb his sleep by staring intensely at him. For a couple of seconds, Naevys stayed quiet and seemed to be peaceful so Isoloses turned his attention to the ceiling taking in the way the light hung down from the ceiling. Naevys made another noise, one of certain discomfort this time, and Isoloses felt a pang of guilt for having made him sore. 

Naevys loved his cock and his knot, but Isoloses always was so worried about hurting him. He couldn’t quite help it, Naevys was so small and delicate and precious. Isoloses knew for a goddamned fact he didn’t deserve Naevys, which only made him want to cherish him more. Without the chemicals filling his veins, he felt… different. Clearer, less… drained all the time.

He still felt depressed a lot, and guilty constantly, but now it wasn’t worsened by the constant lag he felt mentally. He was relieved about that, honestly, it was great not to worry about the lag in his brain every day that made him feel hazed and half-numbed in an odd way.

Naevys shifted in the bed, rolling over onto his stomach, his hand gripping into the sheets and blanket in front of him as he let out another noise. Isoloses glanced over, realization slapping him in the face. Naevys wasn’t sore. It was relieving, honestly, Isoloses hated thinking he hurt Naevys. That relief faded after a moment as he realized further what that meant. He was having a nightmare. Isoloses had been with Naevys for decades and he’d never seen him have a nightmare. He didn’t really know what to do.

Should I wake him? Isoloses paused as the thought echoed through his head for a moment. Some people were best left alone in a nightmare, their reactions could be rather uncharacteristic because they are afraid… however the noises leaking from Naevys’s pretty lips had Isoloses’s heart clenching uncomfortably in his chest.

“Master,” Isoloses said quietly, “Master, wake up,” He repeated, keeping his tone calm and quiet so as not to startle Naevys. Naevys’s eyes popped open, wide and haunted, staring out into the darkness of the bedroom blankly. Naevys was silent for a moment, before his black eyes roamed over to Isoloses. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” Isoloses murmured as he looked over at Naevys cautiously.

Naevys’s gave him a sleepy look. It wasn’t really a smile, nor a frown, whatever the expression was seemed forced at best. Isoloses sat up with the intention of lighting the candle by his bed with his sparks, but Naevys’s hand curled around his wrist and squeezed a little before he got the chance.

“Don’t,” Naevys whispered, his eyes peering up at him in the darkness. His eyes were darker, somewhat blank in expression but Isoloses could practically feel the inner turmoil inside of Naevys.

“Yes master,” Isoloses answered, laying back down without complaint despite being uncertain if Naevys didn’t want the candlelit, or if Naevys thought Isoloses was going to leave. Instead of troubling him with questioning him at the moment, he pulled his arm out of Naevys’s grip and then curled up around his back, wrapping his arm around Naevys’s waist while nuzzling into his neck. 

For a couple of moments, he let the silence stretch around them before he dared to venture; “Are you okay?” He didn’t want to push Naevys into talking when he didn’t want to, but at the same time, he felt he needed to check on him. Naevys was quiet for a moment before his eyes peered up at him from over his shoulder.

“Honestly,” Naevys said after the moment was over. “Not really.” Isoloses blinked back his surprise and nodded his head, looking down at him over his shoulder. “Before you ask, I don’t want to talk about it.” Isoloses nodded again, and nuzzled even closer to him yet, accepting the answer easily.

“It’s okay,” Isoloses murmured quietly. “I’ll protect you from anything that may come to haunt you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the pointed tip of Naevys’s ear. Naevys hummed quietly, a little smirk pulling up the corners of his lips.

“My demon ghost hunter,” Naevys mused tiredly, his fingers going to run along the back of Isoloses’s hand. Isoloses nodded his head and pressed a kiss to the back of Naevys’s head.

“Forever and always,” Isoloses promised. Naevys giggled quietly, his eyes slipping shut as he nodded his head.

“Let’s get some more rest, Isoloses,” Naevys suggested, smiling a little as he shifted back against his chest. Isoloses nodded his head and let his eyes slip closed, trying to let sleep take him into the throes. He was sleepy, he was comfortable, and with Naevys nestled up to his chest, he felt more at ease.

“Goodnight, Master,” Isoloses said quietly, and Naevys hummed quietly.

“Goodnight, Isoloses,” Naevys said in response, his voice barely a whisper. Isoloses smiled faintly and snuggled closer up to his back. He could sleep now, definitely, but he’d wait until Naevys went to sleep first. He preferred it that way because he didn’t want Naevys to be left awake all alone when he’d had a nightmare.

It really didn’t take long before Naevys fell pliant and still in his arms, and once that happened, Isoloses didn’t stand a chance against sleep anymore.

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Isoloses found himself mulling around Alyvahone, lingering by Uysasera’s office a bit as he did so. He was trying to work up the courage to open the door and step inside, not really sure why he was hesitating. Things had been good, he didn’t really… know if he still needed to talk anymore. It seemed like a logical step but even so admitting that he was affected by his father so deeply that he couldn’t even truly trust his own happiness.

Isoloses knew logically that he didn’t have to talk to Uysasera. He knew that he could deal with this on his own, and even deserved as much suffering as it’d bring and more because this wasn’t the life he deserved. He was just… he was fine, now, right? So that meant that he didn’t need further help.

Still, there was an inkling in the back of his head that made him think it might be a good idea. It couldn’t hurt, right? 

Before he got to make the decision for himself, the door pulled open and a guy walked out, with deep purple hair and matching eyes. His eyes were haunting and empty, looking just completely blank and emotionless. It was freaky, and he stopped in front of Isoloses, a dirty look crossing his face before he turned and walked away from him, Uysasera a half step behind him. 

“Danigeiss!” Uysasera called after him, lightly jogging a bit as he attempted to chase him down albeit weakly. Isoloses watched his retreating form and took in Uysasera’s tensed form, his eyes roaming over them. After Danigeiss was a little down the walkway, he blinked away and Uysasera stared silently after him for a moment.

“You okay?” Isoloses asked worriedly. Uysasera turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, and nodded his head, blinking his eyes rapidly in an attempt to clear the tears from his eyes. “Really?” Isoloses asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Uysasera said easily, reaching up to play with the tag on his collar a bit. A sun and moon, it was cool to look at, Isoloses couldn’t help but pay a bit of attention to it. Uysasera nodded and turned to face him before crossing his arms. “How are you feeling?” Isoloses shrugged a bit.

“Well, really not all that bad,” Isoloses admitted. Perhaps that was the root of the problem because he didn’t deserve to not suffer. Almost out of instinct, Isoloses snapped his fingers together, wincing a little as a spark shot from between them and made his skin tingle painfully.

“Isoloses lets not replicate that action again,” Uysasera said almost immediately, his hand reaching out to push his fingers apart. “Let’s have tea, we can talk about some things. I heard you had a trip to Caelestes from Naevys, so I’m sure you have something to talk about.” Isoloses found himself nodding his head, following Uysasera into his office as Uysasera immediately turned and headed into his office.

He led him through the office and back towards a room that was painted a calming light mint green color and the couch was deep emerald green with black and mint-colored pillows littering it. There was a desk in the corner of the room facing out towards the couch, but Uysasera immediately sat down in the mint green armchair across from the couch and pulled his slim legs up into the chair, and motioned him towards the couch.

“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable,” Uysasera said, smiling at him as he reached forward and grabbed the kettle off of the table settled between the couch and the chairs. Isoloses nodded and took his seat, watching as Uysasera poured the steaming hot water into the cups and grabbed a couple of tea bags out of a little lidded glass container, and plopped them down into the cups carefully. Once the tea was done Uysasera motioned for him to take his cup and Isoloses did, watching as Uysasera copied him.

Isoloses took a little sip of it, wincing as the hot tea hit his tongue. It still tasted pretty good even while scalding hot.

“This is good,” Isoloses said, for lack of a better way to start a conversation of any kind at all.

“I agree. I love this brand. So… How have you been since we last talked?” Isoloses shrugged a little in response to Uysasera’s words. “I see. So, how about you just start with something that has been on your mind lately.” Isoloses nodded his head and opened his mouth, hesitating for a brief moment, before shit just started pouring out of his mouth. Stuff about his father, and the guilt surrounding all of his actions, stuff about Ilsa, the weird and strange things his father had done with him.

He’d gone into Isandro and Avriane, and Jixane, he’d even gone into his feelings about Naevys a little. It was… freeing to talk about it, to get it off of his chest and out of his mind. Even if he didn’t need to talk about it at the moment, getting it out was like untying the anchors connected to them that weighed him down and made him feel overwhelmed.

Overall, he wanted to not just feel better sometimes , he wanted… he wanted to be better. For Naevys… but also for himself maybe. Just a little. But a little was progress, and any progress is good. Well, unless it’s something bad. But this didn’t seem bad. It seemed good.

Good for him, but also maybe like it might be good for Naevys as well.

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When Isoloses woke up a day or so later, he felt very, very warm. His skin felt hypersensitive, his mind was lagging behind a slight bit, and there was a layer of sweat clinging to his skin. He was just a little on edge, and he felt starving.  He had lugged himself out of bed and then continued to shower and then hunted down the kitchen and had ordered like four different things and ate all of it. Once he finished that, he hunted down Naevys and accompanied him around until Naevys had to head to a meeting in town and asked him to stay home.

Isoloses didn’t mind, especially, however, he was getting more and more uncomfortable as the light moon cycle passed. He was only getting hotter and more on edge as the day passed, and his appetite seemed unquenchable. He’d drank like six pints of water in the six or so hours that Naevys had been gone. He felt a little like he’d been dipped in an aphrodisiac but like a mild one. Nothing serious that he couldn’t handle, for sure, but even so.

He didn’t really know what the problem was, and he wasn’t really sure what to do about it. All the Elven housekeepers were avoiding him like crazy, as well. Way more than normal. Even as he walked down the hallway they hurried in the other direction like he was poisonous.

After a while of roaming around Naevys’s castle and having people run away from him, he decided to lock himself in Naevys’s bedroom. It was comfortable and less stressful. He couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, his mind roaming over to Naevys every few seconds. He was distinctly not all that tired, though he was feeling a little energy depleted. He wasn’t really sure what the deal was.

He was just… uncertain. He didn’t really know  how to deal with this. The whole thing was unfamiliar, he just was uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, and it wasn’t normal by any means. His head felt all foggy and confused, just slow , and weird. He wanted Naevys.

Fuck, Isoloses groaned, rolling over to bury his face in Naevys’s pillow. He was going to lose his fucking mind and he didn’t even begin to know what the problem was. After a couple of seconds of keeping his face buried in Naevys’s pillow, his skin began to tingle and burn more, his cock hardening slightly. He let out a groan and rolled over onto his back, his hand rubbing against his cock a bit.

Pleasure washed through him and he let out a groan, his eyes slipping closed.

He wanted Naevys, he wanted to curl up beside him and run his hands all over his body, feel his warmth and softness. He smelled so good , and the entire nest smelled just like him. Now that he’d caught the scent of it fully, it was all he could focus on. Apples and rain, so sweet and tangy and delicious. He wasn’t fully able to think really, all he wanted was to hold him. Isoloses’s cock hardened more and pushed against his boxers and pants, pulling a moan from his mouth.

Isoloses let out a shaky breath and reached his hand down and struggled against the zipper for a moment before he quickly managed to pull it down. He pulled himself out of his boxers and let out a sigh as he felt the pressure against it somewhat release. He curled his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed tightly, halfway mindless as he tried to chase his erection away. He hated masturbating, though he had done it on rare occasions when in a rut when Naevys couldn’t meet him for whatever reason. 

He’d always rather relieve himself with Naevys, not so much without him. His sexual appetite had been so compressed for so long that he never really desired sex when he wasn’t with Naevys. He didn’t really feel sexual desire after the injection that his father gave him. He didn’t really enjoy sex, or any part of it until he met Naevys. His attraction to him had been instant , and all he could really remember about the night they met was how fucking fantastic it felt to have Naevys ride him.

He had been vined to the ground, unable to move save for the singular arm Naevys had left free so that he was able to use it to prepare him. He hadn’t been aroused in so long when it hit him, it hit him right in the face, and the amount of preparation required had been torturous  for him. He hadn’t been hard, like actually hard without his rut being the sole cause in so long, and his cock had throbbed and ached for relief. When he’d finally been granted entry into Naevys, his body had all but melted down into the dirt as pleasure coursed through him.

Isoloses let out a quiet groan and started moving his hand a bit absently, his teeth biting down into his lip. Pleasure swirled through him and sent a wave of arousal making his body burn hotter. He was desperate and he didn’t really know why. Isoloses pulled himself up off of the bed and tugged his shirt over his head, thankful that for once he’d not chosen to pile on the layers. He usually tried to cover at least most of his markings, and wear a hood–but he’d been so warm earlier he’d not been able to force himself.

A wise choice now, he realized, as his temperature seemed to have raised enough that it made Isoloses’s skin feel sticky. He wasn’t sweaty, really, the window was open and the air in Tenebris Regni was only a fraction of the temperature in Caelestes. Even the air conditioning didn’t really help on the hot days there. Naevys’s windows were controlled by his magic so they rarely closed unless Naevys deemed it as something he wanted. It was all to his benefit that Naevys used being cold as an excuse to cuddle.

As soon as Isoloses had laid himself down against the mattress of the nest, he grabbed Naevys’s pillow and pulled it closer, wrapping his arm around it as he buried his face in it. Fuck, it smelled just like him, his scent covered all of the sheets and blankets, and Isoloses couldn’t help but whine a little. He wanted Naevys. His cock pulsed and ached in annoyance at being ignored, but he didn’t want to touch himself.

He let out a groan, trying to force his mind to quiet down as images of Naevys and him in various different, less-than- clean  positions swarmed his mind. He felt like he was losing his cool, the longer Naevys stayed away. His Alpha longed for Naevys and kept calling out for him and it was so unfamiliar to him that he didn’t really know what was happening. 

The door of Naevys’s room pushed open and banged against the wall, making him jump, startled. He looked up from Naevys’s pillow and let out a relieved breath as he took in the sight of Naevys standing in his doorway. His cheeks were flushed and his all-black eyes were glassy, a little glazed. His hair was falling down out of a very sloppily tied-up bun, but maybe it was intentional because even as messy as it looked, it still looked… adorable.

Isoloses met his eyes shyly, somewhat preparing himself for the teasing that was sure to come. He wasn’t exactly ashamed, but he was capable of being embarrassed which was actually different somehow. At least to him. Before any of that happened , though, Naevys had slammed the door shut and ran over to the nest, stripping his clothes off of himself as he went. Naevys tossed his underwear into the floor and was up in the nest before Isoloses had a second to speak properly.

Perhaps it was due to the blankness of his mind and his inability to think straight, but all  he fucking wanted was to bury himself inside of him the moment he saw him.

“Ah you smell so good, I could smell you from the entryway,” Naevys purred as he pushed him over onto his back. Isoloses let out a moan, his eyes slipping shut as he felt Naevys’s ass rest down against his erection, his hole already soaking wet. Isoloses let out a moan, feeling Naevys’s hole rubbing against his cock as he rocked his hips up into Naevys’s skin absently. The slick was quickly beginning to coat his erection, and Isoloses couldn’t help but shudder from the skin-to-skin contact as Naevys’s hips rocked subtly. Naevys let out a groan and put his hands on either side of Isoloses’s head, leaned over him, and nuzzled into his neck.

Isoloses growled softly, biting down on Naevys’s neck. Naevys let out a moan in response, his body trembling a little. Isoloses bit down a little harder, making Naevys cry out and return the favor, biting down on Isoloses’s scent gland roughly. Isoloses gasped, accidentally letting go of the bite on Naevys as his cock pulsed. Isoloses couldn’t help but rock his hips against Naevys’s ass, his eyes rolling back as pleasure shot through him and made his entire body ache to be buried inside of him.

Isoloses’s movements pulled a growl out of Naevys’s mouth as he reached up and curled his fingers through Isoloses’s hair, yanking his head back. Isoloses moaned, his eyes rolling back as he looked up at Naevys, his breath catching in his throat.

“Hands up,” Naevys demanded, his eyes dark and glazed as his scent deepened and sweetened around Isoloses, making him groan quietly as his cock pulsed out a line of precum. He was desperate, so fucking horny he couldn’t think, all he could really do is act and carry out the order Naevys had given him. Isoloses’s arms raised over his head and vines crawled down his wrists and circled around his forearms, strapping him down in the nest.

Naevys shifted back on top of him, putting his hand on Isoloses’s abdomen and applying pressure as his black eyes roamed over him hungrily. Isoloses let out a moan as Naevys’s eyes bored into his, so glazed it made his heart speed up. Isoloses was so fucking horny that it was all he could do to keep from whimpering and begging.

“I’m going to ride you until you breed me, Isoloses,” Naevys purred, leaning over a bit to look at him. Isoloses let out a moan as the words hit his brain and made his blood heat up. For a moment, he didn’t really process the words, not on a serious level. The pieces seemed to click together in his mind, though, the temperature, the hunger, the thirst, the uneasiness, the foggy-headedness. He was going into a rut– no,  correction, he was currently in a rut.

It once again wasn’t on time, was way, way early in comparison to the first one that he’d gone into since moving to Tenebris Regni. It didn’t even register as a possibility when he’d woken up and felt strange. He could smell Naevys’s heat, now that he was really thinking about it, though his mind had only focused on the scent not what was causing it.

“Master, please,” Isoloses pleaded, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as his arms struggled against the bindings. He needed him, so much. He needed him so much and he didn’t even begin to know how to put it into words. “I-I-” He grappled for words, something to put his thoughts to words but he really didn’t know how. 

“You want to breed me, Sḧú-ʐ̤e?” Naevys asked, an overall feral gleam in his eyes. “Going to be a good boy and let me use your cock until I’m satisfied and stuffed full of cum?” 

“Yes, Master! Please, I’ll–” Isoloses could’ve choked on his tongue in his haste to rush to come up with something to say that sounded… smart  in any way. He felt like he’d burned a few of his brain cells from his rut–he should’ve known. He had almost all of the symptoms, especially since he’d caught Naevys’s scent on his pillow. Even so, he hadn’t known, and as Naevys had previously stated, ignoring a rut or heat cycle respectively can make someone… less prone to good decision-making.

Isoloses’s access to his brain was minimal  if it could even be called that at this point–it was practically empty. All Isoloses could think of was how much he wanted to fuck him full of his cum. He’d do anything, and say anything Naevys wanted, he’d be anything Naevys desired. He just wanted to cum.

“Be good,” Naevys commanded, his hand moving around gracefully behind him, warm fingers running along the length of his cock. Naevys didn’t hesitate, he curled his hand around the base of his cock, even with the slick that had smeared onto him. Naevys shifted up and led the head of his cock to his hole, pushing down just enough for the head of his cock to slip inside of him. A shudder ripped through Isoloses’s body, his muscles clenching against the urge to thrust his hips up. Be good,  Naevys commanded, and so he would. 

Well, he would try. He would try very hard to be good. He could make zero promises at this point, he was barely managing to keep from thrusting up into him. Still, he fought it. He wanted to be good, he wanted to breed Naevys and he didn’t really give two damns about the amount of effort he had to expend to achieve his goal. 

“I-I will,” Isoloses answered breathlessly, a groan pulling its way from his lips as Naevys’s fingers left his cock and moved to rest on Isoloses’s chest, slightly wet from the slick that was around the base of his cock that leaked out of Naevys’s hole. Naevys’s other hand joined to rest on his chest and then Naevys dropped his weight back, taking his length down to the base in half a second flat. “Fuck,” Isoloses groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt the vice-like tightness of his hole circling his erection. 

“Mate, you fill me so well,” Naevys moaned, his thighs squeezing around his waist as trembles coursed through them. “My mate, so handsome and strong,” Naevys praised while he quickly started bouncing himself up and down, his glazed eyes sparkling and hazed and beautiful. There was a distinctly feral gleam in them that made Isoloses feel a little breathless and his words made Isoloses’s chest feel tight. Naevys’s abdomen rippled with his movements on top of Isoloses, his hole clenching tightly around Isoloses’s cock with each movement of Naevys’s body.

He just moved so quickly, so needily, his scent curling around Isoloses’s senses and making him unable to look away. He couldn’t think, he could barely think beyond the feeling of Naevys around his length. His brain was unable to clear the dense and heavy fog clouding his thoughts, and he couldn’t help struggling against the restraints, wanting to grab onto him and thrust up into him. His alpha was struggling more than he ever had before, not because he didn’t like it–but because he did.

“Fuck, fuck, Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, you’re mine, all mine–!” Naevys let out a breathless but still loud moan, his head falling back as his hips worked up and down. Slick leaked out of his hole with every upward movement, pooling at the base of his cock and running down over his balls. The way Naevys’s body moved had Isoloses enraptured–the beautiful desperate gleam in Naevys’s black eyes, the flush that was coating his cheeks chest, and cock, and the little line of drool running down his chin.

Isoloses was certain of only one singular thing–there was no one in all of the twenty-seven realms that was as beautiful. 

Naevys was riding him, seemingly too pleasured to even attempt to tease him in any way. Too pleasured, or too desperate either way. His body was unwavering, his pace just a little too fast, but the movements were well thought out. Isoloses couldn’t help his hands curling around the vines tying him to the bed, tugging against them as he rocked his hips up in an attempt to meet the pace.

Naevys shuddered with his first movement, his jaw falling open as he ground himself along the length of his cock, taking his time to circle his hips at the base each time now that Isoloses was helping. Isoloses’s alpha was somewhere between loving every fucking second of it and wanting to yank the vines straight out of the nest’s frame where he was connected. He couldn’t quite help it–the rut  Isoloses was used to was so similar to this, but still dissimilar in almost every way that mattered.

Isoloses’s ruts were misery for him before Naevys, and after meeting Naevys they became something he was able to get enjoyment out of though it was still uncomfortable. There was always a certain amount of distance between him and the whole mating cycle because–well, he couldn’t mate the way his body wanted it to and it made his cycle… shit. He dealt with a tiresome pre-rut that kept him absolutely exhausted and an after-rut illness that made the relief of it being over turn into frustration from its ending. He was always aware somewhere inside of himself that no matter how much he fucked Naevys, nothing would ever happen.

That was different this time, and it had his alpha even more present than usual this time. Sure he’d been around a lot more frequently, but even so, he hadn’t struggled against anything Naevys asked of him up until this point. But the bindings were driving his alpha nuts tonight, and when the thread was already so thin, he was a hairs width away from lighting the damn things on fire with his sparks.

Even as resistant as they are, it’d surely burn them to a crisp if he used a strong enough spark.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Sḧú-ʐ̤e–” Isoloses had no idea what  Sḧú-ʐ̤e meant, but Naevys seemed to really be favoring that tonight. For whatever reason, one that Isoloses was incapable of fully comprehending–his alpha loved it. The word coming out of his mouth was beautiful and honeyed, hell for all he knew he was repeatedly calling him an idiot. He didn’t know. He didn’t really care because Naevys’s body didn’t stop moving, there was no trace of the beginnings of tiredness–he was solely focused and it made Isoloses just a wee bit… desperate himself.

“I-I want it harder, deeper, fuck I’m gonna cum… Sḧú-ʐ̤e,” Naevys cried out, his body jerking a little as he convulsed, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself to an orgasm that made his hole clamp down around the base of Isoloses’s cock so tightly it made his eyes roll back from the friction. Naevys’s bouncing didn’t stop through his orgasm at all, didn’t slow or grow sloppy–even as cum spurted out of his rapidly bouncing cock. 

The cum splashed up and onto a little of everywhere that was close to it, Naevys’s abdomen, thighs, Isoloses’s abdomen, and even a little on his chest. Slick coated his cock and his balls, and Isoloses couldn’t have torn his eyes away from Naevys’s moving body to save his life, he was sure.

He just– couldn’t lay idly by anymore, he needed to move and he needed to be the one that drove Naevys off the edge into his orgasm. He had to be. He couldn’t control it anymore. Isoloses groaned as his hands tightened around the vines, sending a zap of sparks up through the vines.  They flamed from where his hands were curled, burning, and withering away in mere seconds, as a look of surprise washed over Naevys’s face.

Isoloses didn’t think as he gripped tightly onto Naevys’s waist and flipped their positioning around so that Naevys was below him, letting out a growl as he curled his hand around Naevys’s throat. Naevys let out a quiet moan, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked up at him, smirking mischievously up at him with desire-clouded eyes.

“Oooh, what you going to do now, big guy, huh?” Naevys asked breathlessly, arousal coating his tone. Isoloses could feel his pulse jumping under the soft skin of his neck, and he couldn’t help but dig his fingers in just the slightest bit. Naevys let out a moan, his eyes glazing over beautifully as he looked up at Isoloses’s grip stayed strong.

“If you want to act like a brat then I’ll treat you like one, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ.” Naevys whimpered and looked up at Isoloses with wide and arousal-glazed eyes. His cheeks darkened with color, his scent sweetening and deepening around Isoloses, turning Isoloses’s blood to fire . “Or do you want to be a good little omega and take my cock and cum?” Naevys moaned and nodded his head, his hands curling around Isoloses’s wrist.

“I’ll be so good, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, I-I’ll be a good omega, please,” Naevys pleaded breathlessly, his tone full of arousal as he squirmed beneath him, his cock hard and leaking into a small puddle on his lower abdomen. His pretty black eyes were so wide and dark and glazed it sent a shiver down Isoloses’s spine, arousal swirling through him and combining with the arousal.

“Up on your knees, then,” Isoloses said, pulling his hand from around Naevys’s neck. Naevys moved quickly, rolling over onto his stomach and raising himself up onto his knees, letting out a whimper. Isoloses moved up onto his knees behind him, his hands gripping his firm ass-cheeks. Naevys let out a moan, his toes curling a bit as Isoloses massaged at his ass cheeks. Naevys’s ass was amazing, and Isoloses couldn’t help but spread his cheeks apart, taking in the sight of the slick leaking out of his pretty, slightly gaping hole.

“You’re soaking wet, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, how cute. You look delicious, you know that?” Isoloses said, his eyes narrowing in on his hole as he watched Naevys’s rim contracting around nothing, pleading little whimpers falling out of his mouth as he tried to push back and take Isoloses’s cock inside of himself. “What do you want, Naevys?” Isoloses asked teasingly as he pressed the head of his cock against his rim, pushing just enough to force the breath from Naevys’s chest.

“You know I don’t like to be teased,” Naevys whined, pushing his hips back demandingly. Isoloses chuckled at that, reaching one of his hands down and around Naevys’s body, curling his hand around his cock, and squeezing. Naevys let out a moan, his hips pushing back into Isoloses’s in a desperate attempt to catch the head of his cock inside of him.

“That isn’t what I asked. I asked what you want, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses said, smirking down at him as he looked over Naevys’s face. “So what does my little bratty prince want, hm?” Isoloses asked. Naevys huffed, his cheeks flushing as he pressed his cheek down to the mattress of the nest, his black eyes hazed as they looked over Isoloses.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” Naevys said, his voice taking on a more desperate tone. “Fuck me, fill me with cum, breed me , I don’t care just–you know how to make me cum so just do it already!” He whined, excitement sparkling in his eyes. “I want you,” He pleaded.

“You want me? Are you sure? Because you seem to love it when I spend time teasing you.” As if to prove his point, he pushed the head of his cock against Naevys’s hole, letting just a bit slip inside of him before he pulled it back out. Slick trickled out of him in a clear stream, down over his perineum and to his balls. It took effort , like an astounding amount of effort to prevent himself from leaning down and licking him clean. The scent of his heat was intoxicating and making everything just the slightest bit fuzzy and distant in his head.

“N-No, I want you, I want you Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Sḧú-ʐ̤e–” Naevys broke off with a little whimper as Isoloses teasingly pushed the head of his cock inside of Naevys before he pulled back out again, pulling a disgruntled cry from Naevys’s mouth. “I-I’m sure, I want you, I just want you, please, I want you so much, Sḧú-ʐ̤e–” Before Naevys could finish his rambling, Isoloses pushed his hips forward, burying himself inside of Naevys. 

Naevys shuddered, his lips parting as his cock pulsed in Isoloses’s hand, cum trickling down onto his fingers. Naevys pushed his hips back as much as he could, his eyes glazing over as his mouth stayed open, his eyes rolling back.

“I want more, please, give me more!” Naevys pleaded breathlessly, his legs pushing open more as his thighs shook, crying out loudly as it changed the direction that Isoloses’s cock was entering him at. 

“See what you do when you move without permission? Don’t move again.” Isoloses tsked a little, pushing his knees forward to nudge Naevys’s legs farther apart as he leaned over his back, sinking his teeth into the crook of Naevys’s neck. Naevys moaned, his body tensing as he rocked his hips, his eyes rolling back a bit. Isoloses started his movements slowly, his teeth biting down into him harder as he let out a quiet growl into the bite. 

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, fuck, I-I want your cum, I want your knot, please, want to be bred–” Isoloses groaned at the words coming out of Naevys’s mouth, his pace picking up a bit unintentionally. Naevys’s hole was warm and tight and sooooo mind numbingly wet that it had his head swimming. He couldn’t help but speed up his movements some, his eyes rolling back as he felt pleasure washing through him.

“You’re so tight,” Isoloses groaned, dazed and slightly out of it as he released Naevys’s cock and went to smooth his hand along his abdomen, searching out the little bump that always poked out. Once he found it, he applied pressure to it and grinded his hips forward. Naevys jolted, his entire body trembling as he gasped, his eyes widening. “I’m going to fill you up so much, you’ll be so fucking full for days, “ Isoloses growled, nuzzling into the bite mark on Naevys’s neck.

He was halfway delirious, all he could think was breed him, he wasn’t even sure he was registering the pleasure from fucking him. He just wasn’t sure , because he didn’t have the brain bandwidth to even process everything. He was certain he was close–that much was just a given at this point and he didn’t even know why, he usually could last a pretty decent amount of time but he was significantly more affected now. 

He wasn’t sure, it was a little awe-inspiring, truly. Every  inch of his body was tingling with arousal, the slightest brush of their skin touching made Isoloses feel lightheaded. Naevys’s apples and rain scent was sweetening with his every thrust and hell, he might’ve just been mechanically moving–he had a single goal at the moment, his alpha was solely focused on it, and all he could hope to do was ride it out and let it consume him.

He couldn’t deny it, not anymore. He wanted Naevys, wanted this more than he could really put into words and he truly couldn’t explain it. He wanted this with Naevys, because of Naevys, but also because… because he wanted this. He wanted Naevys forever.

“Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ please, please, harder, harder,” Naevys half plead, half demanded, his hips pushing back with determination. Isoloses leaned up a bit and curled his hands around Naevys’s hip bones and he immediately started thrusting harder , putting his weight behind each thrust. Naevys melted down into the bed below him, loud moans punching from his throat as he pushed back into his thrusts. Naevys’s moans filled the air, unignorably loud, but so beautiful they echoed in his head and made him desperate.

“Look at you, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, so desperate to be bred today hm?” Isoloses said, and Naevys moaned in response, his eyes rolling back as he peeked back over his shoulder. His black eyes were glazed and hazy, reflecting desire and desperation back at Isoloses as he clenched tightly around the base of his cock as he slid inside of him. 

“I want more Sḧú-ʐ̤e, give me more, I wanna cum, please, make me cum–FUCK!” Naevys broke out into trembles, his mouth opening more as he let out a sob into the mattress, his hips pushing back towards Isoloses. Isoloses let out a loud groan and pushed himself deeper inside of Naevys, feeling his hole clench and tighten, milking his cock. Isoloses was so painfully close to his orgasm that he couldn’t think, and he was getting closer and closer to losing himself to orgasm.

“Listen to you, such a naughty little elf aren’t you,” Isoloses teased, slipping one of his hands around Naevys’s side and up along his firm abdomen, his fingers curling around Naevys’s throat as he pressed himself against Naevys’s back. Isoloses pulled him up so that they were pressed together closely, beginning to grind his hips as his knot began to swell at the base of his cock. Naevys let out a gaspy moan, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered.

Isoloses could tell he was close and could feel the tension in his body building as he trembled in his arms. It was beautiful, his mouth hanging up as he let out moan after moan, even the tips of his pointed ears were tinted with his arousal, and there was drool running down his chin. There was something beautiful in Naevys’s collapse this time, something that Isoloses couldn’t help but notice this time. He ground himself deeper and deeper inside of Naevys, letting his knot fill him as Naevys let out a string of curses, his hand reaching down to press his hand against his abdomen, a sharp cry punching from his throat.

Isoloses about damn near couldn’t breathe as his knot filled out completely, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself to an immediate orgasm. Embarrassingly quick, but he was just so out of it he was relieved. The flood of pleasure from his orgasm made his mind blank out as Isoloses kept grinding himself into Naevys’s hole, loving the breathless noises pushing from his mouth as his body clenched and trembled. Isoloses was blindsided  by the amount of sensation he was feeling.

He couldn’t remember a time that knotting had ever felt so good and relieving in his entire life. He was certain it was because of the injection he’d gotten, he’d been altered from it undeniably and now that it wasn’t clouding his veins–things felt different.

Isoloses sucked in a deep breath and nuzzled into the back of Naevys’s head as he shifted them over to their sides, finally beginning to register the loud trilling leaving Naevys as he pushed back into Isoloses’s chest. Isoloses let out a groan into Naevys’s head, his eyes pulling open as he peeked down at Naevys.

Naevys’s eyes were shut, his face relaxed, and his hair a beautiful disaster. His thighs, lower abdomen, and cock were all coated in cum and slick. His body was relaxed and pliant in his grip. He was soft, delicate, and beautiful and Isoloses couldn’t help but love the way he seemed to be glowing. It was soft and faint and could’ve really been all in his head if he was honest but it didn’t matter. Nothing really did but the tight warmth surrounding his knot and the pleased trilling echoing around him.

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Naevys woke up to the feeling of every nerve ending in his body tingling, warmth flooding through his body as the familiar feeling of need spreading. His body felt loose and pliant as he stirred, his muscles feeling a little like jelly. He felt off-center with nothing filling him, and the slick leaking out of him was an annoyance. His mattress! He’d spent so many Cresents on the damn thing so it’d fit into the nest and he was more than just a little annoyed over the amount of slick puddling beneath him.

With a half-scandalized moan, he rolled on the bed, his eyes not even bothering to open as he started feeling around for Isoloses’s body. He must’ve gotten warm, Isoloses was like a damn fire with how much heat he put off. He didn’t feel particularly warm at the moment despite his heat–his body burned a little but not to the same extent that Isoloses’s did and he still got chilly easy enough. It was an annoyance on most occasions, there was nothing more disconcerting than being freezing and horny at the same time for him.

Once he located Isoloses familiar warmth he found himself shifting closer and fitting himself against his side. Isoloses’s scent flooded his nose with the proximity and it had more slick leaking out of him, his cock painfully hard already as he subtly rocked his hips against Isoloses’s side. Isoloses’s body heat warmed him almost immediately– seriously  effective as a heater, horrible in warm climates for cuddling. It didn’t really matter, it was cool in Tenebris Regni, cool enough that it was perfect for cuddling with a window open.

Isoloses’s arm curled around his back, pulling him closer and it made his breath catch in his throat as arousal fogged over his brain. He couldn’t help but try to shift closer, his leg stretched out across Isoloses’s waist as he rocked his hips forward against his skin. His skin felt so good against his cock. So warm it made him want to melt into a little puddle.

After a couple of seconds, Isoloses began stirring, his scent deepening and making the haze in Naevys’s body deepen and take hold. Demons were fascinating  to him, he couldn’t lie. He’d always enjoyed having partners that were bigger than him, he’d been rather non-discriminant in his partners. He wasn’t dissuaded by size–in fact, it was quite the opposite. He didn’t have a preferred gender–elves weren’t wired to have a preference in gender, he didn’t care about that in the slightest but when it came to male partners he definitely had preferences in different ways. Isoloses fit his parameters perfectly.

Strong, warm, fantastic dick and an even better knot, big and muscles– everywhere. Elves didn’t really get big and strong  like demons could, they always kept a neutral size, no matter how physically strong they were. Still. Naevys found something comforting in having someone bigger than him hold him. He found comfort in Isoloses. 

“Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses’s sleepy voice came through the silence of the bedroom and sent a flood of excitement through him.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e,” Naevys said breathlessly, nuzzling into his skin with a moan. He was relieved that Isoloses woke up without him having to wake him up. He usually got so exhausted during his rut that he passed out between rounds and while he’d wake up after to take care of him before he fell back asleep it still made him feel… not quite guilty but it was in the right ballpark.

Isoloses let out a tired groan and looked down at him with arousal-darkened eyes. He wanted him, wanted more and more until his body couldn’t take anymore and then he still wanted to be pushed farther–his heat was still burning through him, and he couldn’t quell his desire. He needed to have Isoloses inside of him, filling up the aching emptiness he left behind. His heats had gotten–not more intense per se, but… more internal since meeting Isoloses.

Isoloses rut impacted Naevys heat and vice versa–Isoloses’s rut extended to match his no matter how long his heat lasted, and Naevys’s heat had become… well before he didn’t really have a preference over whom he spent it with, male or female either way. Since he met Isoloses it was… different. Different because his body longed for Isoloses, and nothing else sufficed.

“You’re making a mess,” Isoloses grumbled, rolling towards him and pulling him closer, one of his big hands curving to fit against his lower spine. There was a gentle way that Isoloses handled him even when he was in a rut as if he were afraid to hurt him. A laughable notion, but he found it endearing.

“I’m ready to be fucked again,” Naevys said easily, unashamed and unbothered by the little puddle of precum where he was rubbing against Isoloses’s abdomen. Isoloses let out a chuckle, his fingers sliding down from Naevys’s lower back to tease along the swell of his ass. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes pulling open to meet Isoloses’s.

“Such a desperate little omega aren’t you?” Isoloses’s voice husked into his ear, sending a spark of arousal bursting through him. It was officially more than just a little difficult to keep from squirming against his chest with the way his cock was pressing against his skin. So warm, Naevys almost moaned. His body burned, Isoloses’s scent curling around him and making him breathless, just a wee bit thoughtless.

“Y-Yes,” He breathed, his heart speeding up as he felt Isoloses’s fingers slip down a little more, running along his slick hole. Naevys shuddered, unable to help it as he let out a moan and pushed back into Isoloses’s fingers. He was aware he wasn’t an omega, but it was a little fun to play the part. There was something about seeing Isoloses give himself over to his primal urges that made Naevys’s insides feel fluttery. Also seeing Isoloses, the man who’d let him step on his cock for fun, take control was hot.

Isoloses’s fingers pressed inside of him, sending shudders of pleasure running through his body that sparked like dynamite beneath his skin. He leaned his head forward, his hips grinding forward into Isoloses’s muscled abdomen, Isoloses chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he curled his fingers, easily locating one of his pleasure spots and applying pressure. Naevys wasn’t sure Isoloses even knew he had multiple, but it didn’t matter. Not even in the slightest. He didn’t have to put in the effort to stimulate them, all it really took was Isoloses’s dick inside of him and Naevys was a goner.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please, I-I want you-!” Naevys was cut off by his own moan as Isoloses’s teeth sank into his skin. The feeling of his blunt teeth biting into the soft skin of his neck made pleasure spark from within him and he couldn’t think clearly at all. “Sḧú-ʐ̤e!” He whined, wrapping his arm around Isoloses’s side and pushing himself against him firmly, rubbing. He gasped, his eyes rolling back a bit as he felt pleasure coursing through his body.

“Stay still, “ Isoloses demanded, his free hand moving to trail along his side and up to his chest. Naevys moaned when Isolosess’ thumb ran over his nipple, tingles of pleasure echoing through his body. Naevys couldn’t help but squeeze his arm around Isoloses’s side, a breathy gasp leaving his mouth as Isoloses pinched his nipple as his fingers started working their way in and out of him.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please, I want to take your cock! Please, please,” He was way past the point of desperation, and he needed  Isoloses inside of him. Isoloses’s fingers were bigger than his–hell, his entire body was bigger than his–but it still wasn’t enough, they couldn’t hit the same spots Isoloses’s cock did. It wasn’t enough.

“I love to hear you beg for me, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Naevys moaned at Isoloses’s words as he pinched his nipple roughly between two fingers and rolled it, electric shocks of pleasure creeping through his body. Naevys was not above begging at the moment, not with the heat burning through him and his body longing. He was just too desperate to even deny himself of this.

“Please, I want you to fuck me,” Naevys pleaded, his nails digging into Isoloses’s back as he fought against the urge to rub himself against Isoloses’s abdomen. It was so hard, he could feel his skin touching Isoloses’s, he could feel his cock and the precum pooling there and it was making his cock pulse. He wanted to rub up against the spot and make himself cum all over him. He wanted Isoloses  covered in his scent so everyone would know he belonged to him.

Isoloses’s fingers weren’t enough, not even close and all he wanted was to be full again, to feel Isoloses’s cock pulsing inside of him, his knot filling him. He loved them, knots. It wasn’t something his body did to itself, it was something he did to it, and he liked that. He liked the way it felt to be full and it just felt… good. 

“More, please, more, I want your cock, please Sḧú-ʐ̤e, pleaseeee!” Naevys pleaded, his leg pulling him closer desperately. “More, more, I want you–” Isoloses cut him off with a kiss, making Naevys huff a bit as he sank into it. Isoloses’s tongue pushed its way into his mouth and his fingers pulled out of him, drawing a desperate whine from his lips. Isoloses rolled them, never breaking their lips apart as he held himself over him. One of Isoloses’s elbows rested down on the mattress beside his head and his fingers curled in the back of his hair.

Naevys pulled away from the kiss slightly to beg more, but before he got the chance, Isoloses shushed him quietly and used his other hand to push one of his legs up closer to his chest, the head of his cock teasing against the rim of his hole. Naevys let out a pleading noise, his eyes opening wider as he whimpered. Isoloses pushed the head of his cock inside of him, slowly. Naevys whimpered, his eyes rolling back a little as he felt Isoloses working himself deeper inside of him.

“That’s it, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, such a sweet little omega,” Isoloses purred, his burgundy eyes glowing brightly, narrowed slightly and practically devouring him. Naevys couldn’t help the trill he let out in response, his body melting down to the mattress as he let Isoloses control the pace. He let out a pleading whimper, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as he tried to push his hips up to take more of Isoloses inside of him quicker. He couldn’t help it. He wanted more and this was painfully slow when he could’ve just pushed himself inside of him.

“I told you to stay still, are you going to be good for me?” Isoloses demanded, his fingers squeezing around the back of his thighs as he pushed himself a little deeper inside of him. Naevys let out a groan, his eyes rolling back as he looked up at Isoloses, his breath rushing from his chest. Fuck, he could feel him pushing inside of him, stretching him open and it made him feel like he was melting beneath him.

“Y-Yes, I-I’ll be good!” Naevys stumbled over his tongue a little in the beginning, “You don’t have to be so careful, I am not easily breakable,” Naevys said breathlessly, his cheeks heating up a little. He loved  when Isoloses lost control and his fingers bit into his skin a little, or his teeth bit down into him. Naevys was a masochist, shamelessly so. Isoloses chuckled, his fingers squeezing a little harder around his thigh as he pushed his hips forward and buried himself inside of him.

Naevys let out a loud cry of pleasure, his thighs trembling as pleasure crashed down over him. For a moment, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t even breathe. There was an overwhelmingly fantastic sensation of fullness that echoed through his body, every inch of his body vibrating with pleasure. He couldn’t fight back the orgasm as Isoloses’s length pressed against everything inside of him he wanted it to. Shudders and trembles ran through his body, his eyes rolling back as cum shot up and painted his chest and lower abdomen, his free leg curling around Isoloses’s lower back.

Isoloses let out a deep groan, his hips thrusting forward into Naevys slightly. Naevys let out a sob as pleasure crashed down over him in strong waves, his eyes rolling back. He was so sensitive, every inch of his body was echoing sensation, still halfway in the middle of an orgasm. Isoloses groaned quietly and thrusted his hips again, and then again, setting up a quick pace. 

“Harder, harder! Don’t stop, please, I want you to be rough with me!” Naevys pleaded, his heart speeding up in his chest as he reached up to curl his arms around Isoloses’s neck, his body clenching. He had just came, his entire body was shaking from the stimulation and the fullness and he just couldn’t. He needed so much more. Isoloses chuckled into his ear, his teeth nipping at Naevys’s ear teasingly.

“You want me to be rougher?” Isoloses asked teasingly, his eyes narrowing at him. Naevys nodded his head breathlessly, his eyes slipping shut as he held himself closer to Isoloses’s warmth. Isoloses chuckled and nodded, bending him more as he started speeding up his thrusts. Each thrust send bursts of pleasure shaking through his body, trembles coursing through him as he clenched his arms around Isoloses’s neck.

The pleasure was blinding, consuming him and curling around him, pulling him into it. It was an endless pit of euphoria, yanking him down and pulling him into the undertow. Every inch of his body tingled, his breaths came out in gasps as his fingernails dug into Isoloses’s back. He couldn’t–it was so much and so perfect, and he was shamelessly falling into pieces below Isoloses. 

“Aw, your legs are trembling,” Isoloses teased, running his palm up the back of Naevys’s trembling thighs, his fingers biting into his skin in a way that made Naevys’s eyes roll back. A little bit of a tickle echoed behind it, but with all the pleasure echoing through him he could barely feel it. “Does it feel that good?” Naevys whimpered and nodded his head, his eyes rolling back as Isoloses thrusted into him and then ground his hips down.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Naevys’s voice was loud and pitchy, his fingernails biting down into Isoloses’s shoulders. He couldn’t help but shudder as Isoloses pulled out and thrusted back into him, pushing a moan from his lips. Fuck he was going to have to apologize to Laiex again, he was being way too loud and he just couldn’t help it. Laiex was moving rooms or something. He couldn’t help it that the moans echoed down the hallway.

“Who do you belong to,” Isoloses demanded of him, making him gasp and blink his eyes open, his tongue trying to piece together the words to respond. He had the option to tease him, he loved to do that–making Isoloses lose his composure and be even rougher with him. “Come on, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, use your words.” He taunted, his fingers tugging in Naevys’s hair as he thrusted into him harder and deeper. Fuck, Naevys sobbed, his back arching as he lost himself to another orgasm, his entire body clenching as he felt cum splashing up onto his lower abdomen, his chest, and even a little bit landed on his chin.

“F-Fuck,” Naevys moaned, his nails clawing into Isoloses’s shoulders more as his leg tightened around his waist. He needed him deeper inside of him, so deep that he wouldn’t ever feel the same without him buried inside of him.

“I love how your body loses control when you cum, and the sounds you make as you come undone,” Isoloses purred into his ear, his teeth running along the shell of his ear. Naevys moaned. “Come on, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ, you gonna tell me who you belong to or do you want me to stop?” Naevys let out a breathless cry, his eyes rolling back.

“D-Don’t you dare! DON’T STOP, FUCK, you, I belong to you, please, please, please, don’t stop whatever you do!” Naevys half pled, half demanded, unable to help it. He would lose his fucking mind if Isoloses stopped now. Isoloses growled quietly, the sound hitting Naevys’s brain and making him just the slightest bit on the brink of shattering. Fuck, he was going to going to lose his mind, it felt so good, too good. He couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“You’re mine, “ Isoloses growled before biting down into his neck roughly, pulling a moan from his throat as he turned his head to make more room for Isoloses. He could probably cum simply from feeling his blunt teeth biting down into him roughly. Isoloses moved his teeth up to where his scent gland would be and bit down into it, roughly. Trembles coursed through his body as Isoloses’s teeth bit down harder into him, a moan slipping from between his lips.

“K-Keep doing that, please, please,” Naevys sobbed, his eyes rolling back. Isoloses nodded and smirked, growling into the bite a little before he sucked on it roughly, pulling a cry of pleasure from Naevys’s mouth. Isoloses pushed his leg over a bit, his hips pistoning faster as he pulled his mouth away from his neck and moved it over, before biting back down into him roughly. Naevys cried out, his back arching up as shudders wracked his body, pleasure echoing through every inch of him. He couldn’t think, fuck it was so good, he just wanted to melt, to take his knot and cum.

“You wanted me to be rough,” Isoloses said in a husky voice, “So I’m being rough. How is it?” Naevys moaned his approval, his leg shaking as he tried to pull him closer, deeper, to hold him inside of him. Isoloses groaned and grinded his hips into Naevys, his cock dragging along his walls. Naevys’s eyes rolled back as he felt pleasure rippling through him, his eyes rolling back as he bit down into Isoloses’s neck roughly.

Isoloses groaned, and Naevys felt the base of his cock beginning to swell slightly, sending excitement through Naevys. Isoloses pulled back a bit to look over him, his eyes glowing brightly as amusement danced in his eyes. There was a stubble covering his face, Naevys was going to have to shave him again, but with his heat ravaging him, he could barely even tell. Usually, it annoyed him and made his skin itch slightly, but now it wasn’t burdensome, even somewhat attractive.

He couldn’t help it, he found masculinity on Isoloses specifically, attractive.

“You’re drooling everywhere, does it feel that good?” Isoloses asked tauntingly, his voice deep and cascading over his senses like running water. It was so smooth and deep, with just the slightest bit of a rasp to it when he spoke quietly like this, and it made Naevys’s insides heat up. Naevys nodded his head breathlessly, his tongue struggling to keep up with the thoughts in his head as he attempted to piece together a response.

“I love it, I love when you’re rough,” Naevys managed to get out as soon as he got his tongue working. He couldn’t help but look up at Isoloses through hooded eyes, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as he tried to stifle the loud moan that echoed out of his mouth as Isoloses ground his hips forward. Naevys’s leg tightened around Isoloses’s waist, trembles coursing through him as he arched his back, his eyes rolling back.

Isoloses’s knot was swelling and filling him more and more with each grinding motion of his hips, still rough but so deep that every movement echoed over his senses over and over again. It was all-consuming, blinding, he could barely breathe as the intensity of his pleasure.

“Breed me,” Naevys pleaded, “Breed me, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please!” Isoloses growled in response, his hips grinding a little faster and making his jaw drop and his eyes roll back. He wasn’t strong enough to deny the pleasure, he couldn’t help it, it felt too good and he was sinking. So close to another orgasm that he couldn’t think clearly.

“You’ll be a good boy for me, then?” Isoloses purred, making Naevys moan and nod his head, his lips parting a bit as he scratched at his back even more, desperately trying to pull him down to his chest.

“I-I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” Naevys answered breathlessly, his eyes rolling back as Isoloses’s length rubbed against all of his pleasure spots with each grinding motion of his hips. Every movement of his cock inside of him pushed a gasp from his throat, he couldn’t fucking think, and he just needed him to fucking knot him. He’d do anything at this point just to be full the way he wanted to be.

“Promise?” Naevys nodded breathlessly, his cheeks flushing as he bit down into Isoloses’s neck. Isoloses groaned, his hips rocking forward as his knot finished filling out, knocking the thoughts straight out of Naevys’s head. Nothing existed at the moment as he looked up at Isoloses but the fullness radiating through him and the warmth, the pleasure. It was everything, the world narrowed down to it and made pleasure bubble in his veins.

“Fuck, fuck,” Naevys cried out, trembling as Isoloses grinded his hips forward more, his cock pulsing inside of him as he felt warmth spreading through him. Cum flooded his hole and his body twitched and jerked in excitement. He could feel the warmth of it resting inside of him and filling him up. He loved the way it felt inside of him, he could feel the life in it, the magic sinking into him.

It made his body tremble and his heart speed up, a final  orgasm crashing down over him. He completely lost sense, trembles and shakes running through him as he buried his head in Isoloses’s neck, letting out a loud cry as the world shattered around him. Cum pulsed out of his cock and covered his lower abdomen. Every inch of his body was tingling and pulsing, he couldn’t help but stare sightlessly up at the ceiling, pleasure running through him.

Isoloses sank down on top of him as he let his hand leave Naevys’s thigh. Naevys curled his legs around Isoloses’s waist and immediately started to brush his fingers through Isoloses’s hair and rub at his upper back, his body radiating pleasure. He couldn’t think, and Isoloses’s weight on top of him was soothing and comforting, lending him warmth and weight like an anchor.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this,” Isoloses murmured, pulling his attention from the inside back to the outside world. Naevys hummed, his cheeks heating up. “Look at how cute you are, your cheeks turning all red and shit–” Naevys huffed and pinched his side, poking out his bottom lip.

“That’s a lot of sass for someone who’s ruined my mattress and bedsheets and still hasn’t apologized,” Naevys grumbled, burying his face in Isoloses’s shoulder, not really able to hide from the embarrassment–part of why he liked this. He couldn’t hide like he usually would, he forced himself to face Isoloses and his affection. Isoloses chuckled a little, rolling them over onto their sides.

Naevys pulled his eyes open, his head pulling back from Isoloses’s shoulder to look up into his eyes, his fingers moving from caressing Isoloses’s back to running along his own abdomen, fingers pushing down against the little bump where Isoloses’s knot was distending his stomach a bit. Pleasure crept through him and made his body shake a little as he pressed closer to Isoloses’s warmth.

“Hmm, perhaps,” Isoloses murmured teasingly, his lips trailing along Naevys’s neck. Naevys whimpered, his eyes slipping shut as pleasure crept through him. Naevys began trilling quietly, letting himself sink into the mattress as sleep began to take him over and pull him under. It was easy to accept with the fullness radiating through him, his heat temporarily abated. How long that’d last he had no idea, but he was to the point of exhaustion so it didn’t matter. 

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The next morning after Isoloses knotted Naevys and the knot went down, he took him to the shower. They’d bathed together, somehow managing to keep their hands off each other’s cocks long enough to get clean. Isoloses was unsure how he managed, truthfully, because the entire time his cock was throbbing and aching with desire and he couldn’t focus on anything other than the swell of Naevys’s ass. They had desperately needed the shower, they both reeked of sweat and sex, and it just wasn’t a pleasant smell with Isoloses’s senses heightened due to his rut.

Naevys whined and complained until he got all the slick cum off of him and out of his hair, but Isoloses figured that was fair enough. With his hair so long, it was easy for cum to get into it now–easier than before. Naevys’s own cum had sprayed into it in more than one position to the point that Naevys had just pulled it up into a messy bun and had left it up–but that lent its own set of issues. Tangles, lots of them.

Naevys wasn’t pleased with the amount of time he had to dedicate to it and because they couldn’t touch each other without it leading to them fucking again, Naevys had made him sit on the shower floor while he did it. Isoloses didn’t mind, it was understandable. He didn’t know how different mating cycles for Elves and Demons were, but for demons, it was hard to be away from their alpha during a heat so Isoloses wasn’t going to complain at all. 

As soon as they’d left the shower, their self-control had ended, and they immediately were tangling tongues and stumbling towards the bedroom. Naevys had just jumped up into his arms and moaned as he tried to navigate them–but they’d eventually just settled for the bathroom counter. Naevys had initially been sitting on it, but it hadn’t taken long for them to get sick of the awkward angle.

Which is how Isoloses found himself with his fingers buried in Naevys’s wet hair with one hand, and the other was curled around the back of Naevys’s thigh, holding one of his legs up over the edge of the counter. There was a tiny little stool that Naevys had waved into existence somehow that Isoloses was just too horny to explain, and even with it, Naevys was up on his tip-toes with the foot standing on it. His other leg was resting on the counter, bent slightly, and resting his hands on the counter beside the leg that was on the counter.

Every time Isoloses thrusted his hips forward, the mirror allowed Isoloses to take in the beautiful look on Naevys’s face as he lost himself to his pleasure. The downside was seeing himself, but honestly, with Naevys’s scent flooding his senses there was nothing in his head other than Naevys. He barely even noticed his own reflection, unable to tear his eyes away from Naevys’s elegant beauty.

“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Isoloses asked teasingly, pulling Naevys’s head back with the grip on his hair. Naevys moaned, his eyes rolling back as he nodded his head, a breathless cry coming out of his mouth. “What would people say if they knew what a little slut you become for me?” Naevys moaned in response, his eyes glazing over as they took in the sight of himself. It was a beautiful sight, his messy wet black hair tangled in Isoloses’s fist, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide, his bottom lip having fallen down a bit as he cried out his pleasure.

“If they caught sight of your cock, no one could blame me,” Naevys answered in a breathless tone, his cheeks color deepening slightly as he met Isoloses’s eyes in the mirror. Isoloses chuckled as he tugged his hair again, thrusting his hips forward hard enough to push a squeak out of Naevys’s mouth as he pushed his hips back to meet his thrusts.

“You can get louder, can’t you?” Isoloses asked teasingly, sliding his hand up and around Naevys’s thigh, curling his fingers around the top of it. He used his grip to pull Naevys back towards his cock with each forward thrust of his hips. Naevys cried out, his voice erring a little louder. Pride swelled in Isoloses’s chest as he took in the sound, loving the way it made his head swim a little. Naevys’s scent filled up the bathroom, only contributing to the fogginess that had overtaken Isoloses’s brain.

Pleasure zinged through his veins, each movement of his hips had the tight ring of Naevys’s hole squeezing around his length and it felt good enough to make his cock jump inside of him. Naevys cried out again and Isoloses went harder, his grip tightening around Naevys’s thigh as he bounced him back a little faster to keep up the pace of the thrusts. Naevys’s slick was coating his length and his balls, his hole was so wet,  it was mind-numbing.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you know that Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses teased, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s chest and down to his cock, and the accumulating little puddle of precum beneath him. It worked on two levels, Isoloses couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he angled his hips and thrusted up into him harder. Naevys cried out loudly, his eyes rolling back.

“I-I wanna cum, I wanna cum!” Naevys demanded, one of his arms pulling away from where it was supporting his weight to move towards his cock. Isoloses’s hand left his thigh long enough to swat his hand away from his cock. Naevys gave him a scandalized whine, his eyes darting up to his in the mirror.

“You’re going to cum untouched, and only with permission,” Isoloses demanded in return, making Naevys whine desperately and nod his head. Isoloses gripped back at Naevys’s thigh, his fingers biting down into Naevys’s skin as he watched Naevys’s hand go back to supporting his weight. Isoloses thrusted harder into him, his angle switching just a bit. When he thrusted into him this time, Naevys jolted, tremors rocking through his body with a loud moan.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, harder! Harder,” Naevys pleaded, his eyes shutting as he shuddered. Isoloses nodded his head and strengthened the thrusts, pleasure swirling through his veins and making his entire body tense. He needed to get deeper inside of Naevys, needed to feel his body tense as he lost himself to an orgasm. He wanted Naevys to be his forever, he couldn’t help it, he needed him so much.

“Louder,” Isoloses demanded. “I want everyone to hear you begging for me,” Naevys moaned in response and nodded his head as much as Isoloses’s grip allowed. Isoloses couldn’t help but love the way Naevys’s pleas fell on his ears, it made his alpha hum with satisfaction and contentment and knowing other people could probably hear them added an extra layer of pleasure to it.

He wanted everyone to hear Naevys and to know even if they could please him for the moment, it was Isoloses who could have him this way. Soft, pliant, agreeable, submissive. Isoloses was certain that this was reserved for only him, Naevys wasn’t the type to grant anyone control over him on a whim. He wasn’t the type to beg and plead or follow instructions from just anyone. That gave Isoloses more than he could really put into words.

“Faster, please! Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please I wanna cum!” Naevys pleaded, his cock twitching between his thighs as he tried to pry his eyes open to look at Isoloses. Isoloses thrusted his hips forward, his eyes rolling back as he felt desire and pleasure pulsing through him in waves. He could feel the tightness and warmth of Naevys’s hole wrapping around him, the slickness of it making him just a little mental because fuck it just felt so damn good.

“You sound so beautiful,” Isoloses purred, his body bending over Naevys’s back to nuzzle into his neck. It was significantly easier with the stood beneath him giving him a few inches of height, Isoloses couldn’t help but notice. Naevys moaned and tilted his head, making more room for him. “Cum for me, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ. Make a mess all over the counter,” Isoloses demanded. He didn’t really care that much about the permission part, truthfully, but it did make his body heat up a little in excitement.

“Fuck, okay, okay, fuuck,” Naevys moaned, his eyes rolling back as he pulled his leg up higher to let Isoloses deeper inside of him. Isoloses groaned as he slid his fingers around, Naevys’s thigh and slid into the crease of his leg, tugging him back harder into him as he ground himself inside of Naevys. Naevys responded beautifully, his mouth falling open as he jolted. Cum pulsed out of his cock in a weak stream, pooling on the counter in front of him. His entire body tensed and his eyebrows threaded together beautifully. “T-Thank you, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, thank you, feels so good!”

“Good boy, such a good boy.” Isoloses praised, his fingers “I love when you say that,” Isoloses mused, his teeth biting down into Naevys’s shoulder roughly as he let Naevys’s hair go. He moved his hand down to Naevys’s nipple, brushing his fingers over it. Naevys cried out and moaned loudly, his eyes shutting as trembles coursed through his body. Isoloses repeated the action, pulling another pleased noise from Naevys’s lips. 

“Ooh, your nipples are so sensitive today,” Isoloses murmured, rolling one of his hardened nipples between his fingertips. Naevys shuddered, tremors coursing through him as he pushed his hips back to meet Isoloses’s thrust. His hole tightened and clenched around Isoloses’s cock and it felt so good that it had shudders running through Isoloses’s body as well. He was so tight, it was mind-boggling .

“Harder! Harder! I want you to breed me,” Naevys pleaded, his eyes pulling open to stare into Isoloses’s. They were glazed with his arousal and so deep and swirling with pleasure it made Isoloses’s body feel warm and tight. He was so close, fuck, he wanted to bury himself of Naevys and lose himself. 

“Such a naughty little elf aren’t you,” Isoloses tsked, his eyes darkening as his fingers tugged at Naevys’s nipple roughly before he slid his fingers down to Naevys’s lower abdomen, his fingers brushing over the little distension there. Naevys cried out and moaned, his eyes rolling back. His every reaction to stimulation was arousing and beautiful, and Isoloses loved to watch him fall apart beneath his fingertips.

“What do you want, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ? You still wanna cum for Alpha?” Naevys moaned his response, his head bobbing quickly up and down as he shook in his arms.

“Please, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please, I’ll do anything,” Naevys pleaded, his hand coming up to wrap around Isoloses’s forearm. Isoloses let out a little growl and pushed himself inside of Naevys harder, feeling his knot beginning to swell the slightest bit. It was barely noticeable but it made him pause slightly. Just enough to make Naevys let out a distressed plea. “D-Don’t stop, please, no, don’t stop now…” Naevys whined, his eyes meeting Isoloses’s in the mirror desperately.

“I’m not going to stop until you’re stuffed full of my knot and cum,” Isoloses soothed immediately, not wanting to have an over-emotional distressed Naevys on his hand. He’d never seriously deny him something like that when it all came down to it. He wanted Naevys to enjoy him doing this as much as he enjoyed it–he’d never take that enjoyment away from Naevys.

“Please,” Naevys pleaded breathlessly, his hand gripping desperately around Isoloses’s forearm as he pushed his face into it. “Breed me, I-I need it,” Naevys managed to get out around his panting and his moaning, miraculously, the thrusting on Isoloses’s end picking back up. He had stopped because he didn’t want to cum too soon and ruin it for Naevys, but if he wanted him to cum too then he wasn’t going to turn that down.

“I’m going to,” Isoloses said, albeit a bit breathlessly himself. He could barely think beyond the tight warmth of Naevys’s dripping wet hole, the slick making each thrust glide so easily that it made everything feel euphoric. Every touch was ecstasy with Naevys, it didn’t matter how microscopic the stimulation might appear.

“Please give me your knot!” Naevys pleaded, his arm tightening around Isoloses’s arm as he trembled in his grasp. “I need it so much, please, please,” Naevys pleaded desperately, the words sending a flood of arousal through him that knocked him momentarily blind. He loved how much sensation he could feel, how close he felt, how much better it felt. He couldn’t help but move faster .

“You want my knot again, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ? Wanna be full?” Isoloses asked as he ground his knot into Naevys’s hole. Naevys nodded his head desperately and met his eyes in the mirror, his eyes watery and wide as it extended a little more.

“I need it, I want it, please please,” Naevys pled, his legs trembling a little as he let out a squeak. Naevys’s voice was so beautiful, he looked so good and he felt so good. Isoloses couldn’t help but reach his hand up and curl it around his throat, holding him still as he grinded into him. Naevys let out a loud cry, his eyes rolling back as he looked into the mirror, meeting Isoloses’s eyes. “Fuck,” Naevys moaned, his head lulling forward as shudders wracked through his body. 

“Good boy, that’s it, take it like a good little omega,” Isoloses purred, his hand sliding down from Naevys’s neck to apply pressure to his lower abdomen, bending him forward a little more. Isoloses sank his teeth down into Naevys’s neck, grinding his hips forward more and more, pleasure swirling through his body and making him a little thoughtless. He just needed a little more. Just a little more until he would be able to cum.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please, fuck, fuck!” Naevys cried out, his arms shaking as he tried to ground himself and rock his hips back, his eyes rolling. Beautiful, Isoloses mused, sinking his teeth down into his shoulder rougher. Naevys cried out, his eyes slipping closed as pleasure coursed through him. “Fuck more, more, please want your cum inside of me, please,” Naevys pleaded, his voice shaking a little.

“Just a little more, Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses promised as he felt pleasure creeping through him. He was close, he wanted to be entangled inside of him. The pleasure was consuming his thoughts, the sensations of tightness and wetness flooding through him. Naevys’s hole was so tight, and it only got tighter and tighter as his knot swelled and filled him. Isoloses couldn’t think, his knot was so warm and the wetness of his hole had Isoloses shuddered.

It was so much, so tight, and he was certain he couldn’t last much longer. As soon as his knot was in place, he’d lose himself to an orgasm, so he started focusing purely on stimulating Naevys as he grinded his hips forward. He wanted Naevys to lose himself when he did to his orgasm, he was determined . He wanted to make Naevys feel good, he wanted Naevys to see his value, his worth. He wasn’t just fucking him in a way, it was proving himself in some weird way.

He didn’t care who was in control, he didn’t care what Naevys wanted from him, or whom Naevys wanted to be with aside from him–if he even still wanted that because he hadn’t really seen any signs of that since moving. It didn’t matter, though, because if he could make Naevys feel good he knew that Naevys would keep coming back to him.

“You’re mine, “ Isoloses growled thoughtlessly, his teeth sinking down into another spot on Naevys’s shoulder. Naevys cried out and looked up at him in the mirror, his eyes wide and glazed, so beautiful it made Isoloses’s heart clench a little in his chest. Isoloses grinded his hips a little more and applied pressure to his abdomen as his other hand moved up to pinch and squeeze on his nipple roughly. Naevys let out a cry, his body clenching as he briefly lost his footing on the stool.

Isoloses’s hand on his abdomen slipped around instantly so that his arm was holding him steady as Naevys trembled in his arms, his foot searching for purchase on the stool again. His arm was doing the same thing as his hand, probably better , admittedly, and Naevys shuddered, his hole clenching tightly around Isoloses’s knot.

“I’m yours,” Naevys replied breathily as soon as caught his footing correctly, his voice sweet and soft, but pitched a little loudly. It bounced off the walls of his Isoloses and let out a deep groan as his knot finished swelling inside of Naevys. Naevys tensed up around them, shudders running through his body. “Fuck,” Naevys choked out, his hips pushing back.

Isoloses let out a relieved moan when he felt Naevys’s cum splash onto his arm with the jerking movement, his orgasm blindsiding him for a brief moment as it sent pleasure sparking off through his body. Naevys cried out again, his hole clenching and tightening around his cock as his foot slipped again. Isoloses held him steady, shakily stepping back from the counter, pulling Naevys with him.

“Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e,” Naevys murmured quietly as Isoloses carried him, albeit a bit sloppily. The position wasn’t the best for knotting, he could admit, given that he now had to carry Naevys to bed with his knot buried inside of him and locking them together. But during the heat of it all, he’d never even considered the difficulty. He was more than a little happy that the nest was incredibly close to the bathroom so it wasn’t a long walk. 

He managed to get them into the nest with only a few minor issues and curled up around Naevys’s back. Naevys let out a happy trill as Isoloses nuzzled into his neck. Isoloses curled his arms around Naevys’s waist and pulled him back towards his chest, a smile on his face. It was comfortable like this, too comfortable, just a little familiar. He loved this, loved having the freedom to hold Naevys.

“Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses purred into his neck, pressing his lips against one of the bruising bite marks on his shoulders. He was covered in marks at this point, not that Isoloses was fairing much better. He had scratches all over his back and sides, some even on the back of his thighs from Naevys’s fingernails biting into his skin. He couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest as he basked in Naevys’s quiet, appeased trilling and his delicious scent. Isoloses was to a point where he could hardly tell he was even smelling it at this point, he’d been bathing himself in it pretty much.

“Sḧú-ʐ̤e,” Naevys murmured quietly, pulling Isoloses’s attention to him. Naevys’s eyes pulled open to look back over his shoulder at Isoloses. “I can feel my heat beginning to lessen. How are you?” Naevys asked, sounding almost a little worried before his voice hardened a bit.

“I think it’s lessening,” Isoloses agreed quietly, his hands roaming over Naevys’s chest. Naevys let out a soft noise and squirmed a bit, his cheeks darkening a little.

“It’s different to not be in the dead center of my heat,” Naevys admitted, his eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzled into the pillow his head was resting on. Isoloses had no idea where the head of the bed– nest?– was because of how the pillows were arranged, but wherever that was definitely wasn’t where they were laying. Even so, there were pillows circling the entire rim of the nest so it was easy and even comfortable to just lay over wherever. A blessing, especially during Naevys’s heat.

“It really is. My dick doesn’t feel like it’s going to fall off.” Isoloses laughed, pressing a kiss to Naevys’s neck. Naevys giggled quietly, his cute little nose scrunching up as he pressed his face into the bed.

“We are covered in cum again,” Naevys moaned, his eyes fluttering back open. “At least it’s not drying I suppose.” He sighed, poking out his bottom lip as his fingers began running along his abdomen.

“We can take another shower when my knot goes down,” Isoloses answered, making Naevys shake his head.

“You’re hilarious. We’ll just be rolling around in bed for the next twenty-six hours, we’ll shower again at the end of it.” Naevys denied, poking out his bottom lip more as he trailed his fingers down over Isoloses’s arms.

“Probably a fair enough point.” Isoloses sighed quietly, unbothered by the prospects of being temporarily a little messy. It’d be fine, their skin was much less prone to irritation because Elves are self-healing–thus unless they’re injured to a point they don’t have time to heal themselves they’ll heal entirely. Their healing is good enough that it can work after death to some extent. 

If the wound they die from is something minor then after death they’ll heal. The limitation is really just severity. The worse the injury the longer the healing process takes, and the longer the healing process takes the less likely survival is. Now there are ways to take the ability away completely–like with Siphons. They suck magical energy, and the healing uses energy. So siphoning their energy effectively prevents the process because they have no magical energy left. Of course, if you’re going to that extent, it would make more sense just to drain all their energy and kill them that way. Still, his father was cruel and would rather watch people suffer as they die.

“Uuuuuugh, I’m tired,” Naevys groaned, squirming back into Isoloses’s chest.

“Well go to sleep.” Isoloses mused quietly, making Naevys huff and shake his head stubbornly, his hair tickling against Isoloses’s chest a little bit. Isoloses hummed and pressed a kiss to the tip of his ear. “You look sleepy,” Isoloses mused. Naevys hummed quietly, not really seeming to be listening. Isoloses chuckled a little. He’d definitely fallen asleep, and it was adorable. Isoloses curled closer around Naevys’s back, his lips trailing soft kisses along Naevys’s temple.

He wanted to utter the words I love you just a little too much, but he didn’t want the first time he said it to Naevys to be when he was flooded with hormones making him desire that kind of connection. No matter how true the words rang to him at the moment, he knew they’d only come off as him being scent drunk and lovey-dovey. That wasn’t what he wanted it to be.

“Їλ δöщξθlІ θІδι, ΘΞї,” Isoloses murmured quietly, keeping his voice low so he didn’t disrupt Naevys’s rest. He doubted that Naevys would wake up at this point, but he might and that was enough to make him quiet enough Cassian might not’ve even been able to hear him were he there. He  was sure that Naevys deserved to hear it under different circumstances than when he was in heat so he didn’t even know he could trust it.

Still, he was way too paranoid to utter the actual sentence aloud, no matter how much he wanted to.

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“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” Isoloses groaned as he thrusted inside of Naevys’s warmth once again. He had long since lost track of how many times they’d fucked in the past four days, but there was one thing that Isoloses knew the end was nearing and that just made his body burn a little hotter. It was going to end, for once, before he was in physical discomfort. Overall, he could be more exhausted, all things considered as well. It wasn’t the worst rut experience ever.

He’d had way worse, spent way worse with Naevys. It was relieving and exciting because it meant his body was functioning properly. He was on top of the world, honestly.

“F…Fuck, you–” Naevys broke off with a sharp cry of pleasure, his eyes rolling back as his leg dragged Isoloses closer to him from where it was hooked over Isoloses’s shoulder. “Y-You feel soo  good inside of me!” Naevys gasped as Isoloses bent over him a little more, using his chest to push his leg farther up as he trailed one of his hands along Naevys’s side, his fingers brushing over a spot on his side that brought a breathless giggle from his lips.

Naevys squirmed a little, away from his fingertips, and then jolted, a loud moan falling off of his lips as he arched his back. His black hair was in a messy pile beneath his head, his bangs hanging down in his face, cheeks flushed and eyes watering just the slightest. Isoloses was certain there wasn’t anyone else in the twenty-seven realms who could look simultaneously disheveled  and elegant  at the same time. His black eyes were glazed with pleasure and desire, his apples and rain scent swirling through the air and making everything blur together.

Truthfully, Isoloses had long since forgotten how long they’d even been going. They’d changed positions a few times, and his cock was halfway numb from all the stimulation so it was taking him some time   tonight. A blessing, wrapped in overstimulation and desperation. He’d enjoy it, despite the tingles of overstimulation creeping through him, like little pin-pricks echoing through his body.

The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was pleasure– everything just simultaneously felt so good and so painful at the same time. He couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t. He loved the way the pleasure was wrapped in barbed wire, just painful enough to make his body burn pleasantly from the sensations.

“Roll over onto your back,” Isoloses demanded, pulling up off of him and maneuvering him around. Naevys giggled as he let his arms flutter down to the bed beside his head, a perfect picture of beauty and grace, and yet still so consumed with pleasure it made Isoloses feel a little faint.

“You didn’t even let me roll,” Naevys whispered huskily, his lips pursing playfully as his eyes sparkled. Isoloses shrugged, smirking down at him. He knew Naevys just liked to say things that’d intentionally make him angry so he’d be rougher with him.

“I wanted you on your back for me,” Isoloses said smoothly, smirking as he watched the slight tremor rock through Naevys’s body, excitement sparking in his eyes. “Be a good little omega and spread your legs.” Naevys’s legs fell apart in response to his words, his eyes darting down to Isoloses’s cock. It was hard and Naevys’s slick was covering it, which made Naevys’s eyes darken as his lips pulled up into a cocky little smirk.

“Please, I-I need you, I need your cock please, put it inside me,” Naevys pleaded after a moment, his composure seeming to slip the slightest bit as he stared at Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses chuckled, arousal flaring through him at the scent flowing off of Naevys. He smelled so desperate, Isoloses didn’t really know any other way to put it. He smelled like he was ready to pounce on him and take his cock, the slightly feral gleam in his pretty eyes had even the tips of Isoloses’s fingers tingling with excitement.

“Show me where you want me,” Isoloses ordered, watching Naevys’s cock pulse out a little line of precum. It was completely clear at this point, and Isoloses couldn’t help but want to lean down and lick it up. He missed Naevys fucking his mouth, not enough to stop what he was doing currently–but it was on his to-do list.

“Here,” Naevys whined, pulling his legs up closer to his chest and exposing his slightly gaping hole to Isoloses. He was a mess of cum and slick, Isoloses had cleaned him up just a couple of hours ago, but still, he’d knotted him just after. Naevys was always quick to hop back onto him as soon as they were clean–he was pretty sure it was because his scent clung the strongest when Isoloses had his slick on him. Naevys’s pale, thin, beautiful fingers moved down to run over his light pink hole, pulling a whimper from his mouth.

Slick and cum clung onto his fingers, and fuck if Isoloses wasn’t just a little fucking entranced. Surely it was understandable, what with how beautiful Naevys was.

“You can beg better than that, can’t you?” Isoloses teased, making Naevys moan quietly, his legs pushing a little farther apart as he dipped the tips of his fingers into his hole, holding it open in a way that had Isoloses’s breath catching in his throat.

“Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please,” Naevys pleaded, his eyes glittering as they looked up at Isoloses, “I want you inside me, I’m so empty. Please, you fill me up so well, fuck, “ Naevys moaned a little as his hole clenched around his fingers, “I love the way you feel when you’re buried inside of me, and when your knot filling me makes me feel so good. Please,  Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, will you put your cock inside of me?” Isoloses wasn’t sure what he was expecting really, but it certainly wasn’t a narrative on what Naevys liked about him fucking him. Still, he was convinced.

Isoloses shifted closer to Naevys, letting his cock fall down to rest on Naevys’s abdomen. Naevys let out a little whimper as his eyes roamed over their lengths laying side by side, his cock pulsing out a little line of precum down onto his stomach. Isoloses smirked a little, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s pretty cock beside his bigger cock, loving the way the colors contrasted.

“Naughty little elf,” Isoloses tsked teasingly, smirking a bit as Naevys giggled, his eyes sparkling knowingly. “Just want a big cock filling your tight little hole, don’t you?” Naevys nodded his head, a whine falling out of his mouth.

“You’re teasing me so much!” Naevys whined, poking out his bottom lip. “Pleeeeeease? I… I need it, give it to me…!” Naevys’s begging broke off as Isoloses pressed the head of his cock against Naevys’s hole, pushing his hand out of the way. Naevys brought his fingers up to his lips, letting out a quiet whimper as he licked at his fingertips.

“You taste good, hm?” Isoloses asked teasingly, making Naevys flush brightly and look up at him as he pushed himself inside Naevys’s hole. Naevys whined, his back arching as he curled his arms under his knees, holding himself open for Isoloses to enter him deeper and easier. His slick hole was easily pliant and yielding, allowing him to sink inside of him in just a couple of seconds. A benefit to having sex on a near-constant basis was Naevys’s body growing accustomed to being entered and with the less severe cycle, it was less painful as well lending to only pleasure .

“Ah–Ahhh, so deep!” Naevys sighed happily, his fingers, on one hand, moving down as he shifted his arm around, running over his lower abdomen. For a moment, Isoloses simply shut his eyes and let the enjoyment wash over him. It was pure ecstasy, being buried inside of Naevys. He was so tight, it made Isoloses feel a little like he was suffocating. Warm enough that it made his cock feel fantastic, albeit a bit snug of a fit but he wouldn’t dare complain, and soaking wet.

It drove him wild,  he could hardly hold himself back from jackhammering into him. Isoloses caught the sound of footsteps outside of the bedroom, making his head pop up and turn towards the door. Naevys glanced over to see what he was looking at, and his breath hitched in excitement. Isoloses smirked at that, pulling his hips back until the head of his cock was all that remained buried inside of Naevys before he thrust his hips forward roughly.

Naevys jolted beneath him, his eyes rolling back as he let out a loud moan, his hand quickly struggling to reach his mouth. Isoloses chuckled as he watched Naevys maneuver himself around, pulling his leg up higher as he covered his mouth with his hand. Isoloses repeated the action, thrusting into him a little harder this time.

“Fuck! Right there!” Naevys cried out, his voice getting louder as his hips rocked down mindlessly. “Again, again, please–!” Naevys broke off with another loud, echoing noise. Out in the hallway, Isoloses heard the person walking stop, sounding close  enough to the bedroom to put his alpha on high alert. Two voices began quietly talking outside, probably two of the maids, but Isoloses couldn’t help but keep them in the back of his mind. 

His alpha really didn’t like them so close and he didn’t really know why. He wasn’t like that  in a rut, Naevys was much more possessive than him. Still, he couldn’t help it.

“Shh, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would we?” Isoloses taunted teasingly, his eyes darting down to run over Naevys’s flushed face, as he thrusted his hips forward roughly. Naevys cried out, his back arching a bit as he bit down into his hand, cheeks flushing beautifully as his cock twitched between his thighs, pulsing out a line of precum. Isoloses immediately set a pace, thrusting forward rough enough to force another moan from his lips.

“I-I don’t give a damn right now who hears me,” Naevys answered breathlessly, his lips parting a bit as he let out a quiet gasp as Isoloses’s hips pushed forward again. “Let everyone hear me, what are they going to do about it? Critique my choice in partners?” Naevys scoffed, trying to keep his voice steady as Isoloses wrapped his hand around his cock. He let out a moan, his arms sliding from beneath his knees to wrap around Isoloses’s neck. 

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to save face,” Isoloses teased, bringing one of his hands up to curl it around Naevys’s throat, squeezing a bit. Naevys let out a squeak, his heart rate speeding up beneath his skin as his eyes darkened with excitement. “Are you feeling a little bratty today, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ?” Naevys huffed and shook his head.

“No, I-I just have better things to think about than–Sḧú-ʐ̤e!” Naevys gasped out as Isoloses tightened his grip around Naevys’s throat. Naevys’s eyes darkened with excitement as he looked up at him, his scent sweetening more and more as the seconds ticked by.  “I think your hand is my new favorite necklace.” He said breathily, his legs curling around Isoloses’s waist, pulling him down more so that his cock was pressing against Isoloses’s abdomen.

“Don’t think about cumming yet,” Isoloses growled, “Not until I knot your pretty little hole this time.” Naevys shuddered a little, his black eyes glazed with arousal as he looked up at him breathlessly.

“Fuck, you have no right to sound so fucking sexy when you say that,” Naevys whined, his eyes fluttering a bit, his long black lashes brushing against his cheeks slightly. “I-I can hold it, just fuck me, please,” Naevys said, prompting Isoloses to let out a quiet chuckle.

“Hold your leg, right here like this,” Isoloses said as he led one of Naevys’s legs up again. Naevys curled his hand around his shin and held his leg into place where Isoloses told him to, “Spread your legs a little wider, riiiiight like that,” Isoloses said, watching as Naevys pushed his legs apart more. “Good, don’t move…” Isoloses demanded, angling his hips before thrusting into him roughly, his hand squeezing around Naevys’s throat a little.

Naevys moaned, his glazed eyes deepening as he arched his back and trembled. Pride and pleasure flooded through Isoloses at the expression on Naevys’s face, loving the glazed sparkles lingering in his pretty black eyes. He swore he could see the stars in those beautiful eyes, the lack of Naevys’s guard allowing him to take in the subtleties of his beautiful features. Isoloses was enraptured in the closeness that his rut and Naevys’s heat provided.

It wasn’t about the control, he could give or take that either way, it wasn’t important or vital to him. His alpha wanted  control when Naevys was in heat because of biology but that was really it. He could control it and at first, he had, but… now that he’d seen the beautiful way Naevys collapsed into him during his heat, leaning on him, trusting him … he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Isoloses immediately started pistoning into Naevys, putting his weight behind his thrusts. His brain was delightfully hazed from the sweetening scent of Naevys’s arousal–apples and rain, a little spicy but intoxicating. Isoloses couldn’t help but lose himself a little in the pleasure of thrusting into Naevys, and the pride at the loud echoing noises falling out of Naevys’s mouth like a symphony. His hand tightened around Naevys’s throat, his hips moving faster in an attempt to push himself deeper .

He needed to be so deep inside of Naevys that he couldn’t tell where Naevys ended and he began, wanted to be knotted inside of him so he could nuzzle up to him and hold him. He wanted to hear his beautiful pleased moans and cries, and then his soft and calming trilling noises when he was satisfied. 

“Harder… Harder please, Sḧú-ʐ̤e,” Naevys pleaded breathlessly, fighting through his moaning to get the words out, his breath hitched as he looked up at him with arousal-darkened eyes. Isoloses didn’t pause his thrusting as he chuckled incredulously, his hand squeezing tighter. Naevys let out a breathy scream as Isoloses thrusted into him just a little harder. Naevys’s heartbeat was pulsing beneath Isoloses’s hand where it curled around his throat, and his lips parted. His heat-pinkened skin and wide watery eyes had arousal swirling through him.

“Harder, h-harder… please!” Naevys pleaded, prompting Isoloses to chuckle again and speed up his movements, putting a little more strength behind his thrusts as he moved his body quickly. Every movement had loud, breathy noises leaving Naevys’s throat, and each one made Isoloses’s cock pulse as pleasure swirled through his body. It felt so good.

“Harder? Harder? Are you sure you can take it, Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ?” Isoloses teased, putting enough strength behind the next thrust that Naevys jerked and let out a loud sob, his hand squeezing tightly around his shin as he trembled. Naevys moaned and nodded his head.

“I can take it. Fuck me until I can’t see straight, make me scream  and cry , and then knot me and fill me with your cum.” Naevys whined, his eyes wide and pleading as Isoloses pulled his hips back a bit. Isoloses nodded his head and slammed his hips forward, putting all the strength he could safely use behind the thrust. “Fuck!!! J-Just like that!! Again, please, keep going!” Naevys pleaded, letting his eyes fall shut.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses demanded as he kept up the new, much harder and rougher pace. His heart was thumping in his chest, he could feel Naevys’s pulse beneath his fingers, and he couldn’t help but notice the beating was almost in sync, though Naevys’s heart beat a slight bit slower than his when resting so it wasn’t surprising that it didn’t match exactly.

Every thrust of Isoloses’s hips had loud noises leaving Naevys’s throat and he was undoubtedly swimming in the beautifully addictive scent of Naevys’s pheromones. It had his head swimming with desire, his brain practically screeching breed him on repeat as he looked down at him and took in his beauty. Naevys looked so desperate and beautiful, the noises falling out of his mouth only getting louder and louder. He was to the point of near delirium.

The feeling of Naevys’s tight heat was tight as a vice even with the number of times they’d had sex, he could feel every tremble and shudder of Naevys’s body through the connection of their bodies. Naevys when he was pleasured practically  vibrated from all the trembling he did, and it felt more than just fantastic. He was flying through his pleasure, his body moving hard enough to force moans from Naevys’s throat.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Isoloses demanded as Naevys’s eyes fluttered closed. Naevys’s eyes quickly opened once again and he nodded his head quickly, a loud sob falling out of his mouth as his free hand moved to curl around Isoloses’s wrist. Isoloses went to loosen his grip, thinking he wanted him to let go, but Naevys whimpered as soon as the pressure released.

“No, no–!” Naevys cried out, his hand squeezing around his wrist. “Don’t loosen it, squeeze harder, it’s fine,” Naevys said quickly, his eyes blinking rapidly as he looked up at him, his chest rising and falling quickly as Isoloses’s fingers gripped tighter. “I-I’m so close,” Naevys whined, “Pl-Please can I-I cum, please, I–!”

“You wanna cum? Keep begging, you sound so beautiful as you do so,” Isoloses said, pistoning his hips forward roughly, his eyes narrowing as he ran his eyes over Naevys’s face. Naevys let out a loud cry and nodded his head, his thighs trembling a little.

“P-Please let me cum, please, I need–I need–!” Naevys broke off with a loud cry as Isoloses angled his hips before thrusting back into him harder as Isoloses’s hand settled on his lower abdomen and pushed. Naevys shuddered, gooseflesh racing across his skin as his back arched up, his lips parting on a loud cry of pleasure. “I w-want to cum, please,” Naevys pleaded desperately, trembles running through his body.

“You wanna cum for me, Ɀẚ Ḩĭᶓˈẚꭆ,” Isoloses asked breathlessly, his fingers squeezing around Naevys’s neck as he pushed down on his abdomen a little more. Naevys convulsed below him, his eyes glazing over more as he squirmed a bit. Naevys nodded as soon as he regained his composure, his eyes darkening. Isoloses chuckled and pushed his hips forward into Naevys harder and faster, his orgasm beginning to creep up on him as he felt pleasure swirling through his body.

“Please, can I? Can I, please? Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, please,” Naevys pleaded, “I-I’m being so gooood, please,” Naevys’s fingernails bit down into his wrist as he gasped, his eyes rolling back, a seemingly good-aimed thrust sending Naevys into a shuddering fit. Isoloses let out a little growl, feeling his knot beginning to swell just the slightest bit. Naevys let out a happy trill, his hole clenching around the base of his cock as Isoloses buried himself inside of him.

“Look me in the eyes while you cum,” Isoloses demanded, his hand applying more pressure on his abdomen as he grinded his hips forward the way he knew Naevys loved him too. Naevys’s eyes widened and he arched his back, meeting Isoloses’s eyes as he let out a loud cry.

“F-Fuck, I’m cumming…!” Naevys’s voice was loud enough that it echoed off the walls of his bedroom, his entire body clenching and tensing as he lost himself to his orgasm. His eyes desperately fought against the urge to let them close, his eyes staying trained on Isoloses’s. Tears ran down his cheeks, his mouth wide open, drool running down his chin slightly. He was breathtaking as he lost himself to his orgasm, cum painting his chest.

“Good boy, good little omega,” Isoloses praised, his hips grinding forward harder as he felt his knot swelling larger and larger, slow but steady as he worked himself against the tight warmth of Naevys’s hole. Naevys jerked and moaned with each movement, his hand leaving Isoloses’s wrist to curl around his shoulder, his other hand still holding his leg into place where Isoloses had put it. Isoloses pulled his hand back, letting himself curl over Naevys and nuzzle into his ear, murmuring quiet praises into his ear.

Naevys let out loud moans and whines as he held Isoloses close to him, soft trills of pleasure occasionally breaking through them as he clung onto him. Isoloses slipped his arm under Naevys’s neck to hold him into place and to hold him closer, rocking his hips forward, and working his knot until it was fully inflated. 

“F-Fuck,” Naevys squeaked out, his eyes widening as his back arched up, his mouth opening more as he trembled. Another line of cum pulsed out of his cock and puddled on his lower abdomen, his thighs trembling as he let them curl around Isoloses’s neck. “Feels so good, want your cum,  Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e please, pleaseeee!” Naevys whimpered, his pouty lips pursing as he led Isoloses down to his lips.

Isoloses didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, his hips rocking forward a little more. He was close, close enough to taste it–it wouldn’t take much. Naevys moaned into the kiss, his legs tightening around Isoloses’s waist as he curled his arms tighter around his neck, holding him in place where he wanted pretty effectively. Isoloses hummed, pressing a kiss to Naevys’s throat before he sank his teeth down into the crook of his neck, his hips movements speeding up a bit.

The moans leaving Naevys’s lips into the kiss were muffled by their kiss, and Isoloses couldn’t fight back an answering groan as he ground forward and lost himself to his orgasm, his entire body tensing and tightening. His vision whited out and his arm around Naevys’s neck pulling Naevys closer as he rocked them together a little more. Naevys let out a loud cry and tensed, his eyes finally shutting as he trembled in his arms, clinging onto him tightly.

“Good boy, so good for alpha,” Isoloses purred, his lips trailing along Naevys’s neck as he shifted them around and rested them on their sides. Naevys shuffled closer, wrapping around him tighter as he began trilling, his body melting into Isoloses’s body closely, his eyes fluttering shut. Around his neck, there was a light bruise from his grip and Isoloses ran his fingers over it softly. He didn’t much like the way it sat there, seemingly mocking him.

“Ξцύδɫλ μΪχ ɴδж δφħξ ɫδ ɴξφ,” Isoloses murmured, watching as his fingers began glowing burgundy red. The bruise began fading from around Naevys’s throat almost instantly as he ran his fingers along the mark. Naevys whined, his eyes pulling open for a moment before they fluttered shut once again, and his trilling grew softer as he nuzzled into Isoloses’s chest. 

Isoloses hummed and let his eyes slip shut, the feeling of his knot buried inside of Naevys making his entire body feel light and airy. It wouldn’t take long for him to fall asleep now, not with the warmth surrounding him, Naevys’s scent cocooning him in calmness, and the way his quiet trilling made the entire world feel far away and hazy.

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The days following Naevys’s heat were surprisingly normal. The pair of them had only slept about fourteen hours after the final wave of Naevys’s heat and his rut, which was surprising because he distinctly remembered sleeping like a day and a half the last time that it’d ended. The length of time was a lot more manageable for Isoloses, his cock wasn’t even sore! 

He felt like he was on top of the world in the after-glow of the relief. He felt so much better than he had the last time and it was so relieving. He couldn’t imagine that being a rut cycle in comparison to the one before last–just based on how his body had felt. He had to grow accustomed to the way his body functioned without all the toxins inside of him, and he knew that but it was a little– surreal to realize how much of his life had been affected by his father. It was easy to overlook it after so many years, older memories get pushed out to accommodate newer ones, so he couldn’t even remember what his life was like before. 

Now that he had experienced it as… normal he supposed, it was a head rush. Part of him was filled with a newfound sense of rage and resentment, admittedly. He’d been miserable for centuries,  so long that he couldn’t remember the time before it, and all of his suffering with his mating cycle stemmed from his father.

Sure one could argue he’d consented to the treatment, and thus shouldn’t really complain about the consequences but… well, he’d not exactly consented. It wasn’t something he’d been given an option about. He’d been told ‘you’re getting this injection that’ll make you stronger, see better, and hear better,’ and in that context, it doesn’t really sound bad. He’d never had a problem with any of those parts of it.

The problem lay with having a body constantly circulating toxins, killing off his sexual desire, causing physical discomfort on multiple levels, and killing off all his swimmers. Literally. His physical health, mental health, and everything had been impacted by the injection with side effects he considered to be way, way too much. He hadn’t agreed to any of it, but he’d definitely not been informed of the possible side effects.

Isoloses peeked up over the book he was flipping through, taking in the sight of Naevys sitting in his office chair. He had his knees pulled up and rested on one of the arms of his chair, his hair pulled back into a loose braid that looked really intricate, strings of hair falling out of the biggest parts of it. It was resting over his shoulder, contrasting his pale skin beautifully thanks to the outfit he’d chosen to wear that day. 

He was wearing a pair of tight soft pants that clung to his hips, thighs, and calves beautifully. The shirt he was wearing left his shoulders exposed, with little straps going up and around his neck. The sleeves of it were loose and flowy, made of floral lace. His hands were covered by this pair of gloves that wrapped around his fingers and the back of his hand but left the rest of his pale hand exposed. The gloves connected around his thin wrists where a small black band with a single deep green tear-drop-shaped gem on each of them. He was beautiful all the time, but Isoloses could hardly tear his eyes away from him.

He forced himself to look away, looking back at the book in his hand. He quickly flipped through a few pages, his eyes roaming over the page as he searched for a single image anywhere.  The words were just nonsense in comparison to the books in Caelestes, he couldn’t understand a single word of the ones in Naevys’s office. They were all in the high-elven language, and Isoloses could speak maybe two or three words.

“Isoloses,” Naevys’s voice broke through his thoughts and Isoloses glanced back up at him, flushing a little. He was definitely caught. “I would like you to make a quick run into town for me if you wouldn’t mind. To the bakery.” Naevys said.

“Oh, sure,” Isoloses said, sitting the book down on the table by the chair he was sitting in and standing up, stretching his back with a sigh. He couldn’t help it, he could feel the distinct lack of pain in his limbs and it made him want to move them just to make sure–well, that they were actually okay sometimes. “What do you want?” Isoloses asked. 

Naevys grabbed a piece of white parchment and quickly scribbled something down onto it and handed it to him. Isoloses raised an eyebrow as he ran his eyes over it trying to picture how to even make his tongue make the required movements to pronounce the complicated list of items.

Sɦṙẚ🇩ɦ Ɲɠɪⱳɪẇ (Bakery Name)

2x - Ƙɦīᶒɬể🇸ɦẚ Fruit in soft whipped Ṁᴉɬᴈɭȴīɴ 3x - Īᴄǐⱳťɦĭʀ🇸ḣĭ Bars brushed with ẚŵďᶏṫ ʀóų butter 2x - Ɖɀẚḥ🇴ߎɠ🇩ᶓ fruit dumplings 1x - 𝙺ḣɕỉ𝑤ᴉť-ẚḃᶓ w Īʀɭẚɗóɾᶓī, Ệḿƴɘṭɦỷʀ, Ɖɀẚḥ🇴ߎɠ🇩ᶓ, Ƙɦīᶒɬể🇸ɦẚ, and Īǝẉų berries in soft whipped Ǻꭆˈⱱǐɜȿɦᴉ Ṁᴉɬᴈɭȴīɴ.

“What’s all this?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys purse his lips as his hand reached out for a glass of water he had sitting on his desk. He took a sip of it and then turned back to him, raising an eyebrow.

“A list of treats that a very particular bakery has. It’s on the other side of Ilyenasera, so it’s a bit of a walk. I can open a portal for you if you want.” Isoloses raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He’d definitely rather walk. It was nice enough in Tenebris Regni that he never minded walking. Naevys nodded his head. “If you find something you want, make sure you get it as well,” Naevys instructed, and Isoloses nodded his head.

He didn’t have a sweet tooth particularly, so he could do without it. Naevys pulled open a drawer and reached inside of it, pulling out a little velvet bag with Cresents inside of it. He could tell simply by the sound they made clanging together inside the velvet bag. Naevys handed it to him, and he took it, slipping it into his pocket.

“Don’t stop at the tavern, I really want the sweets so hurry,” Naevys said, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he grabbed his glass of water and drank some of it.

“Of course,” Isoloses said, smiling a little as he ran his eyes over Naevys. Naevys nodded his head and turned his attention back to his paperwork, a flush spreading across his cheeks. “You look cute,” Isoloses said playfully, watching as Naevys’s face flamed bright red. 

“Get out!” Naevys whined, even his ears turning a little pink as he rolled up a piece of parchment and threw it at him. Isoloses dodged it and chuckled as it bounced off the wall, hitting the back of his pants leg. Isoloses held his hands up in defeat and scurried out of his office, chuckling the entire time. He didn’t think it’d take a long time to make the journey to Ilyenasera, even if the bakery was on the other side of the city.

Isoloses didn’t linger, though, because Naevys seemed to be in a rush to get the snacks from the bakery. Isoloses hurried to Naevys’s room, keeping his head ducked as he hadn’t put on his mask this morning. He had no plans to go out or anything, so he figured he’d just hang in Naevys’s office today. He didn’t have any meetings, and he didn’t wear the mask for comfort when he was by himself– or with Naevys.

He didn’t mind Naevys seeing his face, obviously–and people Naevys allowed to. He’d worn a mask when fucking Cydrah a few times, just because he was particularly in his head thanks to an ill-positioned mirror in the room at the inn Cydrah had taken him to upon occasion. Cydrah habitually went places, so he’d found himself in the same place with him a few times. Isoloses stopped in Naevys’s room and quickly grabbed his mask. He quickly slipped it onto his face and hooked it around his ear, wincing as his stubble started itching a little.

It was not a mask meant to be worn for comfort, it served only the purpose of disguising his appearance slightly. After he got the mask, he headed out straight for Ilyenasera. The walk to Ilyenasera took about forty-five minutes in total, and locating the specific bakery took more time than Isoloses had bargained for. He had no hope of pronouncing the name of it to ask anyone but he’d done it.

The benefit was that it had a really, really Elven name–so it’d stand out amongst the other more easily understandable names. It helped the place kind of stand out when he finally located it. He had ended up just handing the worker at the bakery the note with the listed items because he had no idea how to even begin to correctly pronounce the Elven fruit names with any sort of accuracy. The Elf had taken the note and quickly set to work, barely paying him any mind at all. When the elf returned, there was a neatly packed bag and the elf was carrying a cup with some pink and white drink that had pieces of fruit and something that was bronze in color dripping down the inside of the cup.

“U-Uh what’s that?” Isoloses asked as the elf tried to hand him the drink, uncertain. Naevys definitely hadn’t ordered a drink, he knew. There’s a bit of a walk home, the ice in it would surely melt and make it undrinkable, right? He was just confused. Plus he didn’t want Naevys to get angry at him for spending too much money. He’d never done so, but there was a microscopic chance he might.

“This is a Īʀɭẚɗóɾᶓī milk tea with ÁɗẚˈĪȿḣơų, and the ice is frozen using Elven magic so it’ll last longer.” The elf explained. “It is Lord Naevys’s favorite.” Isoloses nodded his head and took the drink, albeit a bit hesitantly, before nodding his head.

“Alright, thank you,” Isoloses said. The elf smiled gratefully and nodded.

“Have a nice evening! Thank you for your patronage!” The elf said. Isoloses waved before he headed out the door of the bakery, taking a deep breath. It was so nice out, Tenebris was so cool. The lack of a sun was a little bit depressing, but otherwise, it wasn’t so bad. He could definitely learn to get used to it, though. It was only depressing because nights were always miserable for him in Caelestes because he couldn’t stay as busy. 

In Tenebris that was less of a problem because there was almost always somewhere open, people going around doing stuff. The cities are always alive with life even in the early morning hours, and the tavern has no closing time. There were restaurants that stayed open and shops that didn’t close. On the same hand, there were places that closed, there was no mandate or anything that said anyone had to keep their businesses open. It was all decided by whoever owned the business Isoloses supposed.

Isoloses let out a sigh as he turned down a road in Ilyenasera and headed back the way he had come. He didn’t want to waste any time, no matter how resilient the ice was. He walked pretty quickly and made decent time. He looked up at the moon hanging overhead and then looked around the cobblestone pathway, sighing deeply.

He couldn’t get his mind off of Naevys. Isoloses sped up his walking and glanced around as he walked down an alleyway to take a shortcut. He just wanted to get home already. He wanted to get home, back to Naevys. 

It took about twenty-nine minutes to make it to the edge of Ilyenasera, and an additional forty-five minutes to make it back to Naevys’s castle. The drink survived, surprisingly, without getting watered down and gross. Isoloses couldn’t help but feel happy as he pushed open the door of the castle and proceeded to hunt down Naevys’s office. He found himself knocking with the toe of his boot, not wanting to risk damaging the delicate containers holding the sweets.

When Naevys responded, Isoloses paused before saying; “Can you get the door?” After a few seconds, the door pulled open, and Naevys’s eyes landed on the drink in his hand. He grabbed it quickly and immediately began drinking it, sucking it down happily as he turned and headed straight for his desk, humming happily as Isoloses followed him into the room carrying the sweets over to the desk.

Isoloses carefully sat down the bag and then made himself comfortable in the chair once again. Naevys walked over to his desk and sat down on the face of it, before he grabbed the bag and immediately grabbed out the first box and popped it open, before digging right in with the first box he grabbed out.

“Isoloses,” Naevys said between bites of the fruit bar he was eating, making Isoloses turn to look up at him with curious eyes. “You should go visit Ilsa tomorrow. I have an appointment in the morning and I’ll likely be out later into the afternoon as well, I’m meeting Uysasera for lunch.” Naevys said, before stuffing the last of his fruit bar into his mouth and moaning.

“Okay,” Isoloses agreed, shifting around. “What’s your appointment for?” Isoloses asked curiously. Naevys hummed and shrugged, reaching into the bag and pulling out one of the containers of the Ṁᴉɬᴈɭȴīɴ stuff, bouncing his leg a little. Naevys hummed quietly and looked up at him with a clear question in his eyes. “What do you need?” Isoloses asked hesitantly, half-certain that he was about to have to trek back to Ilyenasera.

“A spoon. Can you conjure me a spoon?” Naevys asked seriously, holding his hand out with his palm up, obviously awaiting a spoon. Isoloses laughed, rolling his eyes as he shifted forward in his seat and waved his hand.

“ΞЪʊύ Яσʉλɾζð ɣƣχəűЪ ɰξ,” Isoloses said, calling for one of the spoons from Caelestes’s kitchen. It was the only spell he knew to summon a spoon. He’d never had to do it before, but it’d been one of the first spells he learned when he was younger. He liked to dig a lot, and spoons were small enough that he could sneak them in anywhere . There was a lot of stuff that got buried under ash in Caelestes, and digging into it brought out many lost treasures that he often ended up cleaning and repairing–sometimes, if it looked cool and shiny when it was clean and repaired, he often gave it to Naevys.

Elves liked shiny stuff, valuable stuff, and anything that was unique in some way. Like his grime-y old pocket watch. The metal it was made of was a singularly occurring metal–one that’d formed from a ТЖΞ, which roughly translates to volcano. The metal occurred a single time, forming on the inside of a volcano that was on the outskirts of the city of Caelestes. It was in a near-constant state of just about erupting.

The constant heat and pressure inside of it caused the formation of the metal ЛΞΔξɣλ, which was a faint glowing silver that shined and sparkled brightly when shined. Even the hands of the pocket watch were formed in the metal. The glass on the inside of the pocket watch was formed from a crystal called ЭΘЮΞГΘЖΣ. The numbers on the clock, from 1:00 to 30:00, were painted with a silver clock paint that glowed a luminescent white color in the dark. Without the addition of the magical power of a literal demon locked inside of one little pocket watch, the damn thing was fashioned in materials that would sell for billions on the Caelestesian black market.

 “Thank you,” Naevys said as he clasped the spoon in his hand, popping open the lid of the container, and immediately began to shovel the yogurt-looking food into his mouth with a happy hum. Isoloses chuckled and shrugged, smiling as he leaned back against the back of the chair he was sitting in, watching Naevys as he enjoyed his food.

Adorable, Isoloses couldn’t help but notice, a little awestruck by how cute he was.

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The next day, Isoloses found himself sitting with Ilsa and Iden in the garden at Cassian’s castle, enjoying the sound of Iden chattering quietly. His sentences were broken enough that sometimes the things he said weren’t totally sensical, but they were not exactly  nonsensical either. Iden was walking and talking. Isoloses felt a little like he was experiencing whiplash. Considering Ilsa had to have been pregnant with Iden at Naevys’s party, he’d only been gone from Caelestes for about 175 days, in total. So 1.94 months. Almost two months in Caelestes time, but just shy of five months in Tenebris time.

Which meant, Ilsa must’ve gotten pregnant really early into his stay, and hadn’t gained much weight from what Isoloses could tell. Whatever the case was, Isoloses had so many questions and even fewer answers. Would asking be inappropriate? He didn’t want the gory details of the whole thing, but he wanted to know how Ilsa had gone from not looking pregnant at all to holding what looked like a nine-month-old with the intelligence and capabilities of most one and a half year old’s in Caelestes.

Sure Cassian was a vampire, but did they really develop so quickly? Isoloses had seen a lot more Elves than he’d noticed vampires, though he did tend to frequent Elven shops because he was just most familiar with Elven places thanks to Naevys.

“So… how’s motherhood treating you?” Isoloses asked conversationally, watching as Iden walked around the grass beside them, chasing after some glowing blue bugs that were flying around the flowers behind them. Ilsa had his eyes on Iden watching him closely, he was facing Iden, but also able to see Isoloses thanks to where he’d sat. Ilsa hummed, his eyes following Iden as he walked over toward a flower. 

“It’s treating me well enough,” Ilsa said, giggling a little as he leaned up on his knees and reached out, wrapping his hand around Iden’s wrist and leading him away from the flower as he tried to wrap one of his tiny little hands around the stem. “Iden’s incredibly easy to take care of. He can tell me what he wants, doesn’t really cause any trouble, and doesn’t cry often.” Iden let out a giggle as Ilsa tickled his side a bit, trying to distract him in a soft way. It didn’t work. As soon as Ilsa released his side he was side-eyeing the flower with what Isoloses could only assume was a look that said trouble. 

“It suits you,” Isoloses said, and Ilsa nodded, his eyes sparkling a little as they landed on Iden, who was back to chasing bugs.

“How’s being Naevys’s… assistant, “ Ilsa asked curiously as he turned his head, reaching down beside him and digging through the little basket he’d carried out when they first came out here. It had a bunch of baby stuff in it, so that he wouldn’t have to trek the absolutely massive backyard in order to grab anything Iden needed, Isoloses could assume. In the basket, there was a book pressed against the side, a bookmark marking where he’d left off reading, as well. He seemed so peaceful now.

“It’s not bad at all,” Isoloses admitted as he lay over on his side, putting his elbow on the blanket. “I had to visit Caelestes for a few days,” Isoloses said, glancing away from him. He didn’t quite know how to approach the topic of having gone to his funeral. It seemed awkward enough that he should avoid it, but shouldn’t he tell him? He felt like it was a double-edged sword. While Isoloses was pretty sure Ilsa would never step foot into Caelestes again, he couldn’t help but worry he might.

There also was the problem of the exchange program that Isandro had discussed with him that’d have Caelestesian residents staying on the realm and going to the Ilyenasera school of Magic. It was a problem for 10 years from now if everything went right at least, but–Isoloses was a paranoid person who liked to have the assurance that everything was going to be fine.

“How was that?” Ilsa asked tensely, his eyes roaming over to Iden who had begun slowly edging his way over to the flower. As if sensing Ilsa’s eyes on him, Iden immediately started reaching out for a bug. Isoloses could see why Ilsa let him chase the bugs because they were waaaay too fast for him to ever catch them.

 “It was alright I guess.” Isoloses said, “Jixane’s pretty big now.” Isoloses said. Ilsa raised an eyebrow, curiosity overtaking his face as his eyes widened a bit.

“I didn’t know you had a child?” Ilsa asked, confusion clouding his face for a moment. His eyes glossed over a bit and he shook his head. “No, Isandro is the one with a wife and a child. Right?” Isoloses nodded his head.

“I’m not married, fuck that,” Isoloses laughed. Ilsa pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes. Isoloses winced. Right, language. “Sorry,” He said before Ilsa said anything to him about it. Ilsa nodded his head.

“It’s okay, Iden just parrots everyone a lot, so if you say something in front of him he will immediately pick it up as well,” Ilsa said, reaching out for Iden who was trying to sneak back over towards the flower. To Iden’s credit, he was quiet , quieter than even Naevys–Isoloses would’ve never noticed that he was getting close to it himself. 

“Mama!” Iden complained as Ilsa stopped him just before he got close enough for one of his hands to wrap around the thorn-riddled flower stem. “It’s pretty,” He said, poking out his bottom lip. Ilsa shook his head as he gently tugged him over to the blanket and sat him down, handing him a sippy cup with a little straw. Isoloses’s mouth dropped open a little when Iden immediately took it and popped it into his mouth, beginning to suck on it. Jixane had only learned to use a sippy cup by herself at two years old, Ilsa had managed to get it around the same time, just before he was two. Ilsa shifted over and carefully picked one of the flowers and began picking the thorns off. 

“I understand,” Isoloses said, looking over Ilsa as he handed Iden the now thorn-less flower to Iden. Iden took it and held it in his hand, his eyes roaming over it as it changed colors from one to another, going through a whole array of different shades and colors. It was beautiful, Isoloses could see why it fascinated him greatly.

“So what brought about this spontaneous visit?” Ilsa asked, pursing his lips a bit as he raised an eyebrow skeptically, his eyes roaming over him. He knew that it was going to take time for Ilsa to warm up to him, probably even longer for him to begin to get comfortable around him, he just wished he knew how to help it along more. He wanted Ilsa to see him working at it too, so he wouldn’t feel like Isoloses was asking him to do all the work.

“Naevys had an appointment, I just thought it’d be nice for me to stop by and see you,” Isoloses said. Ilsa hummed and nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

“I was just curious,” Ilsa stated. Isoloses nodded, practically feeling the awkwardness. Usually, he didn’t struggle this badly with conversing with people, he swore. It wasn’t as impossible as he was making it seem. It wasn’t like he really knew how to hold meaningful conversations, especially not starting the conversation. Emotional openness wasn’t exactly encouraged by his father.

“So, how’s the book?” Isoloses asked, motioning towards the book in the basket. Ilsa immediately launched into talking about the book, making Isoloses let out a happy sigh. He did not like the awkwardness that had consumed the air around them. Getting Ilsa talking would break the awkwardness, and it’d show interest in getting closer to him.

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When Isoloses returned home from visiting Ilsa, he took in the sight of the carriage in front of the castle. Naevys was home already, he realized. Isoloses let out a hum and walked into the castle, peeking around. Isoloses’s eyes widened a bit as he looked over the entryway, taking in the sight of all the busy elves running around the entryway and the surrounding rooms quickly.

Isoloses swore every one of Naevys’s waitstaff was busy cleaning something. Isoloses was ignored by everyone, not even a slight hint of hesitation as they buzzed around him. Isoloses headed towards Naevys’s office, his eyes roaming over the walls as he walked. He was certain that there was something uncannily different and familiar about the castle, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Isoloses walked to Naevys’s office door and knocked quietly, listening for Naevys’s voice to call out to him. He waited for a few minutes before he knocked again, a little louder this time. Someone clearing their throat behind him made Isoloses jump, and he quickly turned around, coming face to face with Laiex. He blinked a couple of times, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Lord Naevys is out by the waterfall, sir,” Laiex said monotonously, his arms crossing over his chest. “If you are inclined to go looking for him, that is where he is located.” Laiex turned and headed towards an opened door down the hallway that elves were running in and out of.

Isoloses turned on his heels and headed straight towards the entryway and then out through the sitting room and towards the back door. He walked out, quietly shutting the door behind him as he walked outside and then headed for the stairs. The walk was quick enough, thanks to Isoloses’s long legs, and he found himself looking over Naevys, who was perched on a rock.

Under the pale moonlight, he looked beautiful, his skin glowing beautifully as he looked up at the waterfall. There was a faraway look in his eyes as he stared out, his long black hair falling down around his shoulders and fluttering in the wind. He looked perfect, like something painted in a picture. He looked like a celestial being, perfect and flawless in his infinite beauty. Isoloses paused, a little entranced by the sight of Naevys.

For a few minutes, Isoloses just stood there, taking in the sight of Naevys basking in the moonlight. He was quiet, and so was Naevys. He didn’t know if Naevys knew he was there, but he was too caught up in admiring him to even announce his presence.

“Isoloses, are you planning on staring at me all night?” Naevys asked with a teasing drawl, his eyes never once leaving the water as it flowed quietly past. Isoloses shook his head and stepped forward.

“No,” Isoloses denied, though he probably could stare at Naevys all night. “You just… you’re beautiful.” He said, not really ashamed, but shy . He had always gotten a little lost in him, in his beauty and his delicacy. Isoloses smiled a bit and stepped forward, sitting down on the ground beside the rock he was sitting on. For a few minutes, the silence stretched on, letting Isoloses admire him for a few minutes more.

“Are you alright?” Isoloses asked worriedly as Naevys quietly watched the water. He had a deep look on his face, not exactly surprised but close and Isoloses wasn’t certain how to take it.

“We’re-I’m fine,” Naevys said quietly, looking up at the moon. “I have another appointment in a couple of weeks, and then one in a month that you’ll want to accompany me to when I go.” He said, leaning forward.

“Oh, alright. What for?” Naevys hummed and shrugged noncommittally, before standing up. 

“We should head for the dining room. Dinner will be served shortly.” Naevys said, making Isoloses hum and nod, pulling himself up off the ground. Isoloses couldn’t help but worry, Naevys didn’t often avoid his questions so bluntly.

“Are you okay?” Isoloses asked. Naevys giggled and nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward.

“Of course, just come on, I’m hungry,” Naevys said, making Isoloses sigh and nod his head. If Naevys said he was okay, Isoloses trusted that. Still, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling he was hiding something from him.

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The next couple of weeks passed by with little trouble. Isoloses found himself falling into a routine. He’d get up with Naevys, spend his morning helping with whatever Naevys wanted, and then his evening was dedicated to playing cards at the tavern in Alyvahone. Naevys occasionally offered Isoloses out to assist with random tasks that he suddenly couldn’t be bothered with. It was never anything serious, just little things like the R.I.A visits. Isoloses had helped them with security at an event where he’d ended up running into Cassian. It’d been a little awkward, but overall nothing had really come out of it.

In fact, nothing interesting had happened at all in the past couple of weeks. He kept winning poker games–enough that he had to be careful because people kept getting really mad over it. He couldn’t help that he was better than them at keeping a poker face in place. He’d been raised by the king of Caelestes, he had to have a blank face when he lived at home. It was a habit he’d probably never completely kick.

The R.I.A had a bunch of random tasks his magic abilities were useful for. For instance, he could control burn the grass in the public park in seconds instead of the painstaking effort the elves had to put into it. It wasn’t a big deal, Isoloses didn’t mind. He’d also helped them with investigating a couple of random crimes that seemed a little ridiculous honestly but who was he to comment?

The majority of crime seemed to be stuff like property line disputes and disagreements between neighbors because that’s mostly what they’d had him help with. He didn’t know why Naevys kept sending him instead of going himself, but it was strange because he usually wasn’t even invited along on these trips.

The partners he was seemingly constantly working with were a vampire with dark grey hair, who came across as someone who really didn’t know how to take a joke, and a guy who seemed to be in a perpetually upbeat mood, and they seemed just a bit mix-matched all things considered. They didn’t fight, but they didn’t get along either way.

His entire day had been spent listening to them ‘not’ fighting, which was basically them fighting but not admitting that they were disagreeing. Isoloses had a headache, and he didn’t even know what his purpose was for being there because they didn’t really need him. They wanted Naevys’s assistance not his specifically, so it felt kind of awkward to follow them around. They kind of needed him though, a lot more than he needed them because he was pretty much the tiebreaker. Without someone to break the tie between them, chaos would surely descend.

As they had probably one of the most boring jobs in history, Isoloses couldn’t blame them for being discontent.

Isoloses sighed deeply as he let himself into the castle, glancing around the entryway. Fewer elves were running around today, which was strange because every other day they were buzzing around everywhere. It was significantly later than usual so he was unsurprised. He’d been all over Ilyenasera today, his feet hurt, his arms were sore and all he wanted to do is crawl into bed beside Naevys and go to sleep.

When Isoloses reached Naevys’s room he pushed open the door and looked around taking in the sight of the empty room. Isoloses hummed and walked into the room, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it into the hamper. He was so tired. Maybe if he hurried, he could take a nap before Naevys got home and decided to ‘make use of him’. He never minded, his dick was up whenever Naevys wanted him, but still.

He sighed as he walked into the bathroom, pushing his pants and boxers down and stepping out of them. He turned on the shower, letting the water run for a second before he stepped into the shower. As he let the warm water run over his skin, he let out a deep sigh. He was sore as hell. Walking all over Ilyenasera was not good for his knees. He could’ve moaned, honestly, the water felt so good on his aching muscles. The water pressure was nothing to laugh at either.

It felt amazing. Everything just felt cleaner in Tenebris. The water wasn’t scalding hot like in Caelestes, it was moderately tempered which made Isoloses relieved because he was hot. So fucking hot all the time. 

Isoloses took his time showering and even lingered for a few minutes because he was alone and didn’t really have anywhere to be. His head was already feeling better thanks to having been away from the argumentative duo he’d been roaming the city with for hours. He couldn’t help but kind of like it, even if he complained about it mentally. It was a boring job, but it was something to do other than lounge about and do nothing.

He wasn’t used to having free time, he was used to being constantly swamped and buried beneath the amount of work he had to do, and he had officially had his bluff called–he now wanted something mind-numbing to put his thought into. It was much less depressing when the crimes were so petty and there was barely–if any– violence inside of Tenebris Regni that Isoloses had seen or heard about. Each city had newspapers, and everything was a little bit more utopian than Isoloses had expected.

There were no homeless people, there were no food shortages and the politics seemed equally distributed and each ‘group’ of beings had its own representative. From his understanding, Cassian was the king, he made the final calls, but it seemed like he had to convene with all of the representatives and get co-support. Everyone had to be unanimous in their decision, and there was no room for disagreements, it seemed. The balance made a lot of sense because, with so many species crammed into one realm, it’d be easy for chaos to descend. 

Isoloses stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly drying himself off before he walked out into the bedroom and tossed the towel over to the laundry basket. He turned to his drawers and dug through, finding a pair of boxers. He pulled them on and turned around, planning to just hop into bed when the door slammed open and Naevys stood in the doorway. His eyes were wide and his lips were pulled into a straight line.

“Whoa what’s up?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You remember how I said I’d have ONE child with you?” Naevys asked, making Isoloses nod and frown. Naevys paused for a moment as Isoloses raised an eyebrow. “Yeah well, I’d start running,” Naevys said, his eyes narrowing. Isoloses gulped, not really getting the picture for a minute. As soon as it hit him, Isoloses felt joy surge through him before realization hit him.

“Wait what–” Isoloses said, darting out of the way as Naevys ran towards him. Isoloses dodged him and ran around the foot of his nest to the door. “I’m sure we can talk about this,” Isoloses said, as Naevys chased after him.

“Yeah, we can talk about it, after I throw my shoe at you! What the hell do you mean, implanting three of your spawn inside of me, huh? I said ONE!” Naevys demanded as Isoloses ran out into the hallway and darted down the hallway, Naevys right behind him.

“I didn’t exactly implant three on purpose!” Isoloses said, narrowly avoiding running into a wall as he turned the corner of some random hallway in Naevys’s castle, speeding up a little as Naevys ran a few steps behind me. “All of this running can’t be good for you either–!” Isoloses called, stumbling a little as he ran into one of the waitstaff. “Sorry, sorry!” He managed to get out, flushing a little as Laiex scowled a little.

“Isoloses!” Naevys hollered, narrowing his eyes as he paused in front of Laiex. Laiex turned to Naevys, clearly about to launch into a conversation so Isoloses waved at Naevys before he turned and ran down the hallway, turning the corner before Naevys had time to do anything to stop him. “ISOLOSES, GET YOUR DEMON ASS BACK HERE AND FACE ME!” Naevys hollered as he turned the corner at the end of the hallway. Isoloses ducked into the first room he found, holding his breath for a moment. He quickly locked the door, even though that’d only slow him down.

“ˈƑṣƙūɗẚ,” Naevys cursed as he tried to open the door with the knob before he brought his hand down onto the wooden door roughly. “Ʈɦóçḣẚʀɘ â𝑦ɗɧᶓśǝ ɓɘȿɦƙẚǝ Ưƴơúɧᶏ,” Naevys said angrily, his hand pounding against the door. “Let me in, Isoloses!”

“No! You’re going to throw your shoe at me.” Isoloses denied, “We can talk this out through the door.” He was not afraid of Naevys beating him with a shoe, he was certain he’d taken beatings a lot worse than the one Naevys was threatening. Still, it seemed a bit like Naevys would end up hurting himself in the process, and Isoloses didn’t want that.

“Â𝑦ɗɧᶓśǝ! Open the door you Ưƴơúɧᶏ, or I’ll blow the damn thing to pieces!” Naevys said, knocking on it harder.

“All this stress ain’t good for the baby,” Isoloses called back, and Naevys let out an audible growl through the door. “Babies!” Isoloses corrected quickly, weighing his options. He was pretty sure Naevys currently was wearing a pair of walking shoes, it probably wouldn’t even hurt if he popped him in the head with it. Even so, he’d rather evade that if at all possible, so that was getting bumped down to plan three or four. There had to be a way to calm him down.

He was probably fucking terrified, multiples were never easy so it could just be that . Isoloses couldn’t outright say that Naevys was scared though because he’d only get angrier and deny it harder. 

“I knew there was one. Know what the surprise was? THERE ARE THREE OF THEM! THERE’S THREE WHERE DO YOU GET OFF YOU–” Isoloses unlocked the door, and quickly pulled it open. Before Naevys could even move his hand from where it’d been positioned to keep banging on the door, Isoloses grabbed it and tugged him forward, pressing his lips against Naevys’s. Naevys let out a growl and curled his fists in Isoloses’s hair, moving his lips against Isoloses’s with fervor and ferocity.

Isoloses put his hand on Naevys’s lower back, pulling him forward against his chest, holding him close. Naevys sank into the kiss more, his fingers releasing his hair slightly as he let out a moan. Isoloses pulled back a bit, his eyes roaming over Naevys. All traces of anger were gone, replaced by heat and desire and it had his skin burning in excitement.

“I’m still mad at you,” Naevys said, pushing him back into the room and shutting the door behind them. Naevys pushed him back on the bed in the room, crawling on top of him and pinning him down. Isoloses let out a groan as Naevys’s ass settled over his cock.

“I’m sorry,” Isoloses said, making Naevys hum quietly.

“I suppose you’ll just have to make it up to me, then. I expect you’ll be waiting on me hand and foot until these children are born. You better be fucking me every night because like hell anything is keeping me from getting fucked, and you better not fuss about it either.” Naevys said, rolling his hips a bit. Isoloses nodded his acceptance. He wouldn’t mind. Naevys was his top priority, keeping him safe, happy, satisfied, and healthy was all that Isoloses had ever wanted to do.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Isoloses promised, making Naevys nod.

“You’d better,” Naevys said, crossing his arms over his chest, an adorable pout overtaking his face.

“What do you want now ?” Isoloses asked, putting emphasis on now as he ran his eyes over him hungrily. Naevys giggled and leaned down over him, letting his arms catch as he held himself up over Isoloses.

“I want to ride your cock and then take your knot,” Naevys said easily, smirking down at him. “Do you think you can handle that?” Isoloses was quick to nod his head, his hands going to grip Naevys’s hips.

“I know that I can. Can anyone else?” Isoloses asked smugly, raising his eyebrow. Naevys huffed, poking out his bottom lip a bit.

“No, not on a usual day, no.” Naevys admitted quietly. “Shut up and fuck me, Isoloses.” He said, raising his voice. Isoloses chuckled and nodded his head, and watched Naevys as he shifted up and began working the buttons on his pants quickly. Isoloses couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, his lips parting as he looked up at him breathlessly. 

“Anything you say, Master,” Isoloses promised. Naevys hummed his response, leaning down to press his lips against Isoloses, effectively cutting him off from further commentary.

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Naevys sighed deeply as he found himself sitting at his desk in his office, his mind running away from him. The R.I.A had come to borrow Isoloses once again and he was ill about it. He liked that Isoloses had something to do other than hang around the castle, but Naevys was feeling a little bit unsettled regardless of everything else. He wanted Isoloses with him, and he was grumpy when he  wasn’t  with him. Isoloses was his dog, he was supposed to be spending time with him.

“Lord Naevys really, have you tidied anything up in here in weeks?” Laiex asked, drawing Naevys’s attention to him. Laiex Irladorei was a pain in his ass most times of the week, Naevys swore.

“You’re always so worried about tidying my office,” Naevys answered, waving his hand. “This is clean for me,” He said, motioning towards the shelf of books which were all out of order, and the table with papers and scrolls carelessly discarded on it.

“I would question where your disorderliness came from, but unfortunately I fear you wouldn’t answer me honestly,” Laiex said blankly, turning to look at him from where he was standing beside the bookshelves. “May I tidy this shelf?” Naevys waved his hand. He didn’t care about that, he had much bigger things to worry about. Naevys’s eyes ran over his paperwork and sighed deeply. Why was he the one responsible for the paperwork for the Elven housing districts?

Oh yeah, Naevys sighed as he ran his hand over his face, his head aching slightly. Naevys wanted to lay down in bed and wrap around Isoloses and feel his hands rubbing all over his body. He wanted to be curled up with Isoloses in bed. He could be if Isoloses were here.

He had gone and offered Isoloses to the bumbling idiots from the R.I.A to help them with their more complex cases because he was simply too tired to do it himself. He had said nothing to Isoloses because frankly, he was in no danger, but Elves typically do not have multiples. He was the first elf that had carried multiples in over 2000 years, give or take, without the help of assisted fertilization. Sometimes fertilization spells can go a little too hard, and that was the only time that elves carried multiples. And even then, it was only two at most.

He had begun realizing immediately after his heat that he could sense life–it was just a part of his elven nature. They can sense life, down to the tiniest micro-organisms, so elves often knew when they were pregnant immediately. He was already gaining weight and it’d only been a few weeks, he could feel his pants becoming just a little too snug around his waist. That was a good sign, of course, and really he didn’t mind.

He was going to have to go down to the local maternity clothes shop in Alyvahone soon, though, because he couldn’t walk around pants-less. Well, he definitely could though he doubted any of his waitstaff would appreciate the gesture. Perhaps until then, he’d just have to pull out his tights. They were much less constrictive than the work pants he was currently wearing. He was guaranteed to gain a shit ton of weight given how many children he was carrying and he was beyond worrying about such petty things as his figure.

He had more pressing concerns. Like the fact that he was about to go from having zero children to having three. He was going to need three cribs, a lot of diapers, and clothes out of the ass. He was going to go insane. He had never realized all of the things necessary to have an infant until he had the conversation with Isoloses and now he was having three. Fuck, he should’ve known something like this would happen.

He wasn’t all that upset, truthfully–but there was… a little bit of trepidation. He hadn’t had parents in two millennia and he didn’t have a clue what he was doing. He supposed he could head to Cassian’s and have a talk with him, or better yet, Ilsa who was probably the closest who might understand. Well really, any elf could understand his worries, however, he wouldn’t be caught dead talking emotions with just anyone. Ilsa was at least a better choice than Cirzi, Dhaci, and Kaivyrn who had no children either, and Uysasera definitely had no children as he was gay and involved with two of Cassian’s helpers.

It was far too strange for him to be showing up to visit Ilsa, and he’d yet to make his pregnancy public so he knew stepping outside of his castle at the moment was almost guaranteed to lead to him being found out. He wasn’t ashamed, but it was still rather early, and with it being so odd for multiples, he was unsure if it was a good thing or not just yet.

Everything should be okay, but he wasn’t used to things coming without a cost, and this felt a little too good to be true. He was not one who often found himself receiving blessings, and he was far too jaded to believe in happy endings entirely.

For every good thing, there is more bad that will surely follow… He couldn’t let his guard down until everything was settled. He just couldn’t. 

He couldn’t let anything happen to Isoloses, he couldn’t let anything happen to the babies, and he couldn’t let anything happen to the realm they resided in. He had to make sure they were okay, because if he didn’t then something could happen to them too, and… he just couldn’t let that happen. Not again.

He hadn’t protected his family when he should’ve. He could atone for that now, and do better than he had before. He wanted to talk to his brother. He let out a sigh and reached his hand out, taking his teacup into his hand and sipping on the tea within it. There was a quiet knock on Naevys’s door and he fought back the urge to jump from his skin. He wasn’t expecting that. He glanced up and cleared his throat.

“Come in,” Naevys called without thought, looking over the door as Isoloses walked into the room. Relief flooded through him at the sight of Isoloses, but his mind was captured by the large cup in his hand with his favorite drink in it, and a bag of baked goods. He could smell them, immediately, and it made his stomach growl quietly. “You’re home early,” Naevys said, watching as Isoloses walked closer to his desk and sat everything down before sitting across from him in one of the chairs. Naevys barely paid attention to him though, his hand reaching out for the drink almost immediately.

“I helped Elija and Okey close their case early,” Isoloses explained flippantly. “I also got paid, so I stopped by the bakery. I kept that list you gave me last time, so I just ordered the same thing again.” He explained, motioning towards the bag. Naevys nodded.

“I am starving, I appreciate it,” Naevys said, looking over the bag excitedly. Isoloses smiled, his eyes roaming over Naevys’s face with a look that made him feel just the slightest bit bashful. Isoloses’s eyes on him made his body burn with desire and need and he hated the fact that he was so easily affected by just a mere glance.

“How are you feeling?” Isoloses asked worriedly, and Naevys nodded his head.

“I feel fine,” He answered, sucking down a bit of the drink and moaning. Fucking hell, it was so good. So good, so sweet, and it immediately put him into a pretty good mood just from the occurrence of having been surprised with sweets. “How much did Elija and Okey pay you?” Naevys asked curiously, knowing that based on how much assistance they’d been asking for, it should be a hefty chunk.

“A few thousand Cresents,” Isoloses answered. “I felt it was a bit of a high payment considering I was mostly just the tiebreaker.” Naevys shook his head and leaned back in his chair, happily sucking down another sip of his drink. It was fantastic.

“I’ll pay you back for any you spent on me,” Naevys offered, more from habit. Isoloses shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.

“Keep your money,” Isoloses said. “I’ve turned quite the profit at the tavern. I already have saved up around twenty-five thousand Cresents from that, plus if I keep tagging along with Elija and Okey every day they said they’d get me hired in.”

“Oh?” Naevys asked curiously. He was not aware that Isoloses had the desire to have a job. Sure he was usually bored, but Naevys couldn’t think of anything worse than being a part of the R.I.A. They were stuck up as hell, but even so, if Isoloses was happy then he didn’t really care that much about them specifically. As long as Isoloses was still present at home to help him when he got bigger and couldn’t get around as easily, he didn’t care.

It’d be a little inconvenient if he had to work around a work schedule, however, they could manage to get around it with a little fiddling and planning. Still, Naevys would be next level pissed if Isoloses missed the next doctor’s appointment for the babies. He’d purposefully left Isoloses out of the first couple, more from his own bashfulness than anything. The logical part of his brain said ‘this man has seen you naked in much more compromising positions than an obstetrician’s appointment’ and yet the insecure part of him was always wondering if he was making a mistake.

He couldn’t help it. Not a single good thing had ever worked out for him, not in his favor or otherwise. He had to keep his guard up. But it was hard when he melted into Isoloses like warm honey on Īǝʀɀɦơú toast. Īǝʀɀɦơú actually sounded pretty good right now.

“Laiex, can you see if the kitchen minds making some Īǝʀɀɦơú toast with Ƙɦīᶒɬể🇸ɦẚ jelly?” Naevys asked. Laiex put down what he was holding and nodded his head, bowing politely before he walked quietly to the door and exited. Naevys turned his attention back to Isoloses, smiling a bit as he realized Isoloses’s eyes were still firmly planted on him. “Do you want to work for the R.I.A?” Naevys asked.

“Well,” Isoloses said, raising his eyebrow. “It’s better than sitting around here bored, plus having money wouldn’t be the worst.” Isoloses shrugged. “I don’t really picture most people wanting to hire me, so I feel like I should jump on it while the opportunity is there.” Naevys nodded.

He could understand that. As accepting as Tenebris was, there was definitely apprehension about letting demons into the city and workforce. They had multiple millennia of bad history that they had to overwrite, and most would never be completely comfortable with Isoloses. Putting him in a setting where he has to meet certain standards to stay hired would probably be a good way to show his trustworthiness, to show he was capable of holding himself in line when the circumstances were correct.

Isoloses was a warrior, no doubt that a life of boring petty crime chasing would be at least a little more exciting than what he was currently doing. Perhaps, however, there was a to get him into the military in Tenebris if that was what he wanted. Naevys was one of the higher-ups in the army, second in command to be exact, and Cassian was easy enough to get to see his side of things if he just made himself clear enough.

Cassian wanted full explanations and he didn’t accept advice without substantial evidence to support it working–he had a reputation to uphold, and he couldn’t let the public fall out of favor or things could easily descend into chaos. Naevys had little faith that many people could do Cassian’s job as well as he, and not many had the same amount of tolerance for nonsensical bullshit as him. He could sit and tolerantly listen to two people repeatedly argue over petty bullshit such as tree limbs hanging over into someone’s property and someone’s pet lú d’eṭo for hours, and Naevys truly thought the only being in the universe with enough patience for that was Cassian.

It was infuriating to listen to the squabbling over something as simple as a lú d’eṭo that escaped its owner’s house and ran down the cobblestone path. It didn’t attack anyone, there was no legal case because lú d’eṭo’s could be found just hanging out in the woods without the company of an owner. It was seriously no big deal, the fact that anyone would get angry over an accident that resulted in no issues save for the owner having to chase down their lú d’eṭo.

“Well, if you’re interested in going back to the military, I could speak with Cassian. He could always use guards around his castle, and it’d give you an in to see Ilsa more frequently in a comfortable setting.” Naevys said smoothly, reaching for the bag of food. Isoloses’s eyes sparked a little with excitement, and Naevys fought the urge to smirk.

If there was one thing he knew for sure about Isoloses is that he’d lived a life full of stress and pressure, and without it, he had no idea what to do with himself. Isoloses had lived a very structured life in Caelestes, Naevys knew. He was on a strict workout schedule, and training schedule, and he handled the paperwork and training of  others in the military. He was busy on a normal day there, and here he had nothing to do.

“Would that even be okay, though?” Isoloses asked. Naevys nodded as he pulled open the first bakery box and picked up a Īᴄǐⱳťɦĭʀ🇸ḣĭ bar, the mixed fruit smelled delectable and fresh, it was still warm thanks to the way they make the boxes that hold the baked goods.

“You’d be guarding the kings’ palace, and there is much less chaos and havoc here than I’m sure most places can claim.” Of that, he was also certain. Isoloses could handle it, probably with little trouble because it was much more just standing around looking intimidating than anything, but it was still something to occupy him.

Something to boost his confidence, perhaps, even. Give him a sense of purpose, in some way. In a way, it could even be therapeutic in a way because he would be protecting Ilsa as a royal guard.

“Cool. I wouldn’t mind you at least asking, it sounds a lot less infuriating than listening to Elija and Okey bicker constantly.” Naevys giggled. He understood that thought well. He’d been the one who used to accompany them frequently enough that he could understand–and Isoloses had been with them constantly. He could only imagine how headache-inducing that was. He would ask Cassian about it, then. He’d be in Ilyenasera for his next doctor’s appointment anyway, so it’d be convenient as well.

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Isoloses found himself sitting at the tavern with Uysasera, in mid-afternoon, with the full moon brightening up the entire cobblestone street and the shops. He was eating, and Uysasera was drinking. Uysasera had been on his way to lunch when Elija and Okey had gone to interview someone. He’d chosen to stay behind because he didn’t want to be stared at like he was a psychopath as they interviewed the person. No doubt his presence would do nothing but make the person uncomfortable.

Naevys had an appointment tomorrow, and Isoloses was admittedly a little excited about it. He didn’t know what specifically the appointment was for, however, it seemed important because Naevys had requested he come to it. He had been talking to Uysasera for a bit, and it was nice. Uysasera was kind, a nice combination between Ilsa and Naevys in a way.

On the Naevys spectrum, he was cool and composed, with a poker face that put even Isoloses’s to shame. Whenever he said something that he was certain should provoke an emotional response–it wasn’t intentional, it’s just that he’d done a lot of things he wasn’t proud of and a lot of it was things that most would heavily criticize him for.

He’d had a hand in a war that was unjust and was led by his father, a cruel and violent man with a heart made of ice. The war was heavily in their favor, to begin with, because of the kind of magic most of the military had. Every demon had abilities, ranging from Isoloses’s ability to siphon others’ energy and powers and clone them for himself to use to having the abilities Isoloses needed to siphon so he’d be stronger, to abilities so useless they were meaningless and worthless to a siphon.

Because every demon is not a separate kind of demon from each other, there’s only a select number of kinds , one would think that the limitations of power development would be low but that isn’t the case. The powers of every demon  are different in some way, there’s something about them that makes their power unique from another. Isoloses, for instance, had the ability to suck the life force from anything alive and copy the power for himself. He could return the power as he willed, or keep it. Depending on how much power he siphoned in one day, he’d feel stronger and more high , elevated, kind of. A little on edge and jittery. 

A different Siphon in his 𝖹𝗁é𝗅à𝗄𝗁–his group– named Astrert Luivofain could only siphon from magical artifacts, and he did not copy skills like Isoloses did. However, when Astrert was paired with a stronger siphon, his powers increased exponentially and he became useful. Siphons usually are weaker than other kinds of demons because the majority needed to siphon magical energy to survive. Siphons were dying out, though, way less common than they used to be.  Everyone was different but their strengths were used for his father’s goals no matter the cost, so even if they were least likely to survive, their siphoning ability on its own was enough to make the sacrifice worth it to his father.

The bell on the door of the tavern rang out, interrupting Isoloses’s thoughts, and he looked up and found himself looking at her. The ghost haunting the back of his mind. The black-haired woman who’d been in Eclectic treasures, at Ilsa’s funeral, and then nowhere he had seen. He couldn’t remember her when he wasn’t looking at her, and he was beginning to grow suspicious. Something wasn’t right, he knew that.

Isoloses ducked down a little, turning his head from the door discreetly as his hood covered the side of his face. He knew if she looked close enough, she’d recognize him, so he had to try to blend in with the background so that she took a seat instead of immediately turning around and leaving. He couldn’t consult anyone else on a problem he could only remember in her presence so it was up to him. Isoloses listened as she ordered a drink, her voice too quiet to make out. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her turn and walk towards a table in the back corner of the tavern.

Perfect for him, not so much for her. He didn’t want to frighten her, but obviously, there were some witchy hijinks at play and he was going to get to the bottom of it. When she took her seat, Isoloses looked up at Uysasera.

“One moment,” Isoloses said smoothly, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. He paused as soon as he was hidden behind a stone pillar in the center of the room, hidden from both Uysasera and the woman as well, Isoloses sucked in a deep breath and shut his eyes, focusing. He’d learned an invisibility spell in Caelestes, Isoloses knew. 

“ЯẞΘЯΘТĀΘ ЯΞ ΘЯẞΛТΘ ЗΔЮδ ΞЧßθ ПŌζЫΞ,” Isoloses murmured under his breath, feeling his body begin to ripple as he faded from even his own vision. Isoloses maneuvered himself to where he was facing the woman, his eyes narrowing in on her. He had to be strategic about this. Isoloses paused and walked forward, stopping at the edge of her table. She looked up and ahead of her as if she knew he was there and he almost sighed.

Her sapphire blue eyes slowly slid over to him and he held his breath for a moment, anxiety crawling through him.

“I can see you, though I suspect no one else can,” She said under her breath, reaching forward to wrap her hand around the glass in front of her on the table. “What do you want?” She asked quietly. Isoloses slid into the seat across from her, shrugging his shoulders.

“I want you to stop playing with my memories,” He responded easily.

“Are you implying something?” She asked quietly, and Isoloses shrugged. Of course, he was, she knew he was. But he couldn’t tell if others could hear him as well, so would have to make do with what he had.

“Should I be?” Isoloses pressed when she didn’t respond to him, and she let out a huff of annoyance. “I’m just wondering why my memory only seems to fail me about you when you’re not around. It’s a little suspicious, isn’t it? And then your eyes change colors, the physical discomfort from looking at you. You’re playing with me.” He said coolly.

“Don’t humor yourself so much, darling,” She said, her voice a steely whisper as she leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table in front of her.

“Perhaps you should humor me, lest I inform Lord Naevys of your recent visit to Caelestes,” Isoloses said smoothly, his arms crossing over his chest. She blinked for a moment, silent but stone-faced.

“What do you hope to accomplish by attempting to blackmail me?” She asked, her voice unwavering in its softness. “Tell Naevys, tell the king. I’ll tell them myself… and I’ll tell them what I was there for.” Isoloses shrugged.

“I have no qualms with that. Why would I hide that?” He asked easily, undeterred. Everyone has a weakness, even someone who seemed so sure of herself. “I used to live there. Me visiting to attend a funeral is nothing to raise an eyebrow at.” Isoloses said, and she sighed deeply.

“You always were an annoyance,” She grumbled under her breath. “Fine, what do you want? You have exactly fifteen minutes, which is how long it will take for me to finish my tea.”

“What is your name?” Isoloses questioned, leaning forward a bit.

“My name is Shadow, for all intents and purposes,” She said, tilting her head as she took a sip of her tea, pointedly taking a rather small sip in comparison to what she probably would’ve been he not there. Just as he was about to open his mouth to introduce himself, she held her hand up. “I already know you, there is no need for introductions, Isoloses.” 

“So I was right then,” Isoloses said, and she pursed her lips before glancing around the tavern.

“Of course,” Shadow answered, “Are all of your questions going to be so hopelessly pointless?” She asked.

“What crawled up your ass and died,” Isoloses responded. “I’m the one who’s been having their memory fucked with for fuck only knows how long.”

“It doesn’t feel so good to find out things aren’t as they seem, hm?” She hummed quietly, lifting the cup back to her lips before she put it back down and shifted forward.

“Who are you?” Isoloses asked instead of indulging in what he deemed a cheap shot. If she distracted him, she wouldn’t have to answer, so obviously, the idea behind antagonizing him is getting him to waste the limited time he had to question her bickering. He wasn’t going to do that.

“Are you capable of forming complete sentences or are three-liners your specialty?” She asked, making him smirk.

“I’m on a time limit, as you said.” He kept his voice purposefully soft and unconfrontational. “Of course, I’m going to shorten the length of my question to save time. The question stands, who are you? Better yet, who are you to me?” 

“To you?” She clarified, and Isoloses nodded. “To you, I am nothing but an elusive memory.”

“And why is it that way?” Isoloses followed up, making her sigh once again.

“I made it that way.” She responded, taking a sip of her tea calmly.

“Way to answer with the obvious and no details. Care to provide a bit of elaboration?” Isoloses pressed, making her hum.

“You’re not going to stop bugging me, are you?” She asked after a moment of silence. Isoloses nodded his affirmation. “The long and short of it is pretty simple. I was once a resident in Caelestes, I fled the realm and lived to tell the tale. Only I didn’t.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“You were more than just a resident,” Isoloses answered immediately. “You are too familiar to have been just a resident, I saw thousands of residents each week, I couldn’t remember a thing about one of them. No, this level of confusion wouldn’t come from that.”

“I was your father’s consort back in the day,” She responded quietly, leaning forward. “When I left, I erased everyone’s memory in the house save for his, so as to avoid precisely this. I refuse to return to that wretched place, you can kill me where I sit if you plan to take me back to that wasteland.” As much as he too shared the same sentiment, it still sent a pang of annoyance through him. Caelestes had its problems, but it was not beyond saving with the right leader.

“I have no reason to return you there,” Isoloses answered emotionlessly. “So why did you come to Ilsa’s funeral, if you were so dead-set against anyone recognizing you?” Isoloses asked.

“I caught wind of Isandro trying to contact me through contact of mine in Caelestes,” She said smoothly. “When I became aware of the funeral and that I was invited, there was only one clear path to take. I had to go, for the simple task of wiping Isandro’s mind clean once again of my existence.”

“Yet you didn’t do me?” Isoloses asked incredulously.

“Oh I did you both,” She answered easily, smirking a bit. “Neither of you even realized it, you really should have wards up protecting against long-distance spells at the castle,” She offered. Isoloses blinked a couple of times. He didn’t quite like that, but what could he say? He bit his retort to that back and refocused himself.

“So what’s the connection to Ilsa then?” Isoloses asked. Shadow’s face darkened for a moment, her eyes narrowing a bit as her hand squeezed around the cup in her hand. “Why come to his funeral?”

“Isandro was sticking his nose a bit too close to him trying to find us,” She said, shrugging her shoulders. “Would you have preferred that I stayed away?” Isoloses shrugged. He didn’t know about that, he didn’t know about any of this really, but he was confused.

“Still, why bother going to a funeral for someone you know is alive?” Isoloses asked, making her smirk.

“One could ask you the same question. Our answers would probably be similar.” She said, making Isoloses frown. That could really only lead to one thing.

“What is your connection to Ilsa?” Isoloses pressed further.

“I am Ilsa’s mother.” She said after a beat of silence, her dark blue eyes beginning to glisten a little. Isoloses’s mouth dropped open. He’d heard the rumors, the whispers of his  own mother’s doubts over Ilsa’s parentage, but his mind had completely dismissed those thoughts as if it was ludicrous. He had no memory of this woman, though he certainly recognized her completely. He could see the resemblance between her and Ilsa, and even the resemblance to his own mother. It was freaky.

“What?” Isoloses asked for clarification, maybe just hoping he’d misunderstood her.

“I’m Ilsa’s birth mother. Not that the asshole let me even hold him,” She scoffed, scowling a little. Isoloses frowned, going to open his mouth to apologize or something hell, he didn’t know. Before he could even formulate a response she smirked in a rather evil way. “I got my revenge on him.”

“What?” Isoloses asked, confused. She smirked more, leaning forward against the table, pushing her tea away from her and toward him on the table.

“I cursed him, so long as Ilsa lived, he would die slowly and painfully. But were Ilsa to perish, he’d die the moment Ilsa died.” She said, “I couldn’t remain in Caelestes, not after birthing Ilsa. Your mother didn’t believe your father, even after compulsion and she was on a war path. I had one option, and I was not allowed near Ilsa’s nursery. It was spelled so that the moment I entered, I’d die and I can’t undo the king’s magic no matter how strong I am.” She paused for a moment. “I left, call it selfish if you wish, but this way both of us were guaranteed survival.”

“I… can’t really comment on selfishness, I’m sure you know that.” He said coolly.

“I did what I had to do. When I left, I had nowhere. I knew the asshole would die eventually, I didn’t expect that you’d feed your own brother’s energy to your father.” She responded. “Still, he is dead now. Serves him right.”

“You cursed him,” Isoloses said, the words finally sinking into his brain. She nodded her head.

“And if the need is there, I will curse you as well.” She said, standing up. “Of course, that won’t be necessary, because you won’t be remembering any of this.” She said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Wait, that’s not–!” Isoloses started, but she narrowed her eyes.

“Not fair? Sorry, I only said I’d answer your questions, not that I’d allow you to remember the conversation. I can’t risk your loose lips running to Ilsa before I find a way to tell him myself.” She said. Isoloses bit his lips for a moment and she turned away from him.

“Wait, what if I don’t tell him?” Isoloses asked, and she looked back over her shoulder.

“And how am I meant to trust you with such a secret?” She asked with a laugh. Isoloses stood and reached forward, wrapping his hand around her wrist as she went to walk away. She jerked around and glared at him heatedly, her emerald blue eyes burning with rage.

“I killed him,” Isoloses said, his voice barely a whisper. “He was trying to get people looking for Ilsa aside from me, and I couldn’t let that happen.” He tried to express his emotions, and his trustworthiness through the gesture. It was the one thing that not even Naevys had been told. His lone bargaining chip. She stiffened for a moment, and he watched as a light yellow glimmer appeared over his skin. Initially, he almost jerked his hand back because he wasn’t about to get electrocuted to die on a hill, but after a moment he realized it wasn’t hurting him.

Blocking his siphoning abilities, he realized. Smart.

“Fine. I will leave your memory alone. But just in case… Zákhouzhi ǔmǎ chuhámǔ sieýo,” She said, making him jump back and grip his head. “Now if you try to mention it to anyone, the memories will be wiped from your memories.” She said. Well, that’s a start he guessed. “I will not compromise any more than I already have. Your friends are coming, I must take my leave.” She said, pulling away from him. She disappeared out the door and left Isoloses standing there invisible with what he was certain had to be a dumb expression on his face, and he couldn’t help but think he was glad he was wearing a mask. He almost sighed when he caught sight of a familiar purple head of hair. Time to put on his work face. 

At least he had a mask so no one would see the bewilderment on his face.

Shit, Uysasera! Isoloses realized, mentally facepalming himself. Alright, he had to go sit back down with Uysasera, quickly. He quickly walked back to the pillar he’d disappeared behind and recited the spell once again;  ЯẞΘЯΘТĀΘ ЯΞ ΘЯẞΛТΘ ЗΔЮδ ΞЧßθ ПŌζЫΞ to make himself return to visible to everyone, and then he hurried to his seat, apologizing quietly as he finished off his drink just in time for Okey and Elija to come into the tavern and glance around, catching sight of him.

“I have to go now,” Isoloses said, pulling out a small bag with coins in it. He handed them over to Uysasera. “For our drinks, and the food. Anything left over is for your time listening.” Isoloses said, before standing back up.

“Alright, thanks a lot for lunch,” Uysasera said with a smile, waving his hand. Isoloses nodded his head. It was only fair, and besides he’d kind of ditched him partway through to talk to Shadow. At least it came with the benefit of knowledge though he was certainly looking Ilsa in the eyes would be a bit difficult after finding this out. He’d have to manage because there was no way in hell he could get around the spell Shadow had put him under.

Not without her releasing him, at least. He sighed deeply as he walked over to where Elija and Okey were standing, his mind consumed with thoughts but none of them would lead him anywhere. Well, except to the pits of insanity.

Arguably, he was already on the cusps of his sanity, so he needed to preserve as much sense as possible.

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When Isoloses returned home that night, the castle was dark and void of life. The door was unlocked, so he just walked inside the castle and locked it behind him. He didn’t much like the idea of Naevys leaving the door unlocked for him though there was no crime so he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was just because it definitely wasn’t safe in Caelestes, and his brain still worked like he was there upon occasion with little things. Hyperparanoia, he supposed.

Whenever things went well for him, he was used to there being a rug pull somewhere down the lines and he wasn’t prepared for that. He wasn’t prepared for something to be wrong because he was living half in a daydream where everything was sunshine and roses and half in a reality where if anything bad could happen to him, nine times out of ten, it did.

Usually, his father was behind the bad things that happened, but still, it was habitual to worry about the worst possible scenarios. Isoloses carried the bag of baked goods to Naevys’s room, a different drink in hand. Isoloses had realized he was going to be late and had stopped by a bakery in Alyvahone on his way home. Naevys had probably already had dinner, but he was happy to give him baked goods on the days he worked.

It was nice to get Naevys stuff he bought him with money he earned again. He’d done it when he lived in Caelestes all the time, all of the gifts he’d given him took up an entire shelf and even that seemed a bit small with everything messily strewn across the shelves. He had bought him stuff from all the realms he’d visited, and gotten tattoos meant to remind him of Naevys–he was more than just a little smitten from the very beginning.

Isoloses quietly pushed open the door of Naevys’s room, walking inside and shutting the door behind him. Naevys stirred where he was sleeping in the nest, rolling over to face him. In the dark, Isoloses couldn’t see his eyes, only the sparkles within them. Even so, he couldn’t help but pause for a moment, his eyes roaming over him in the darkness. Naevys sat up, his eyes roaming over him.

“You’re late,” He commended. Isoloses nodded, letting out a sigh.

“I’m off tomorrow though,” Isoloses said, stepping forward and offering the bag and the drink to Naevys. Naevys huffed, his cheeks heating up as he snatched the bag from his hand and more carefully grabbed the drink to keep from spilling it. Naevys nodded as he reached into the bag and pulled out the container holding the baked goods he’d brought home. An ệḿƴɘṭɦỷʀ bar, đɀẚḥ🇴ߎɠ🇩ᶓ Ṁᴉɬᴈɭȴīɴ, and then ɱᴉɘẃųɦúṃ, which was the drink. He hadn’t the slightest clue how to pronounce it, but he had seen the receipt so he didn’t care.

“Well, the appointment is tomorrow. Do you have anything nice to wear to a meeting with Cassian?” Naevys asked. Isoloses raised an eyebrow and shook his head. Naevys sighed and motioned toward his closet. “You do in my closet so put that on in the morning. The guard here wears suits, so as to limit the militarized feel of them.”

“Okay,” Isoloses agreed as he toed off his boots and pushed his pants down around his ankles, stepping out of them and then tossing them into the laundry basket before discarding his shirt similarly as fast. Isoloses was quick to let himself fall back into the nest, letting out a groan as he stretched out his back.

“Are you comfortable?” Naevys asked, his eyes peeking over at him from the corners of his eyes. Isoloses glanced up at him from where he was laying, surprised by the serious look on Naevys’s face. He nodded immediately, uncertainly.

“Yeah, your nests really soft and warm.” Really a little too warm, but because Isoloses was there Naevys removed the blankets from the bed when it was too warm, and Isoloses always slept out from under them. It wasn’t something he found enough of a problem with to comment on. Still, he wasn’t sure if Naevys wanted the approval on his nest, or if Naevys was mad at him for something. He was sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Hm, you like it?” Naevys asked before he took a drink of his drink and moaned. Isoloses shifted a bit, rolling over onto his stomach and crossing his arms, laying his head on them. Naevys glanced over at him before looking back to his drink.

“I love it,” Isoloses confirmed. Naevys nodded and glanced over at him, a little smile tugging up his plump lips. “You are glowing, you know,” Isoloses said, making Naevys scoff and push him a little. Isoloses chuckled, leaning up so that he could meet Naevys’s eyes. He wasn’t kidding, there was just something different about him. He was faintly glowing, his hair shiny and his cheeks were only deepening in color.

“Shut up,” Naevys whined before he got a chance to open his mouth, making him chuckle quietly as he looked up at him smiling.

“I’m not saying shit to ya,” Isoloses teased, reaching his hand out to run along Naevys’s side. Naevys giggled, pushing at his hand as he squirmed away, smiling a little.

“I was stopping you before you teased me more,” Naevys said, poking out his bottom lip. Isoloses smirked a little and let his eyes roam over Naevys’s body, his eyes taking in the sight of the baby bump beginning to form. Isoloses let his hand follow Naevys, his hand settling over his stomach. Naevys let out a quiet trill when his hand rested down on his abdomen before he blushed brightly and pushed his hand away. “Don’t do that, I can’t help but feel weird.” He said, frowning a bit.

“Weird like happy?” Isoloses asked, raising an eyebrow. Naevys pursed his lips and gave him a look that told him he didn’t really want to answer, but he bit his lip and huffed, nodding his head.

“Yes, weird like happy.” He answered after a beat of silence passed, his eyes narrowing. “But I’ll deny it if you tell anyone so keep your mouth shut, mutt.” Isoloses broke out into a laugh at his unintentional rhyming, his eyes roaming over him happily. He didn’t really have to tell anyone, as long as he knew it. It made him happy to know he had an effect on Naevys, breaking his stone-cold composure wasn’t easy and he was honored to be one who could take him to a place where he was somewhat comfortable. 

“Wanna cuddle after you eat?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys hum and nod.

“Sure.” He agreed quietly, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips. Isoloses felt warmth flooding through him, familiar and happy. Naevys brought warmth and happiness to his cold and dismal life, making him feel like life wasn’t just a pointless endeavor meant to drive him insane.

Instead, when Naevys was beside him was enough to make the suffering less sufferable, the pain more tolerable. He could live with the guilt and everything that came with his cursed existence, as long as Naevys saw something in him worth loving.

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Isoloses found himself sitting uncomfortably in the obstetrician’s office, pretty sure he was going to cause a few premature births based on the horrified looks of some of the people sitting in the waiting room with him and Naevys. He scooted down in the chair he was sitting in, hiding himself behind his hood with an uncomfortable kind of anxiety crawling through him. He wasn’t sure why everyone felt it necessary to stare at him, all he knew was that it made his skin crawl. The feeling of eyes on him was heavy and weighed him down. 

Isoloses wanted out of the damn office, wanted to hide from all the eyes and the stress and the unreal amount of nervousness crawling through him. He swore he could feel the people around him breathing, feel the bright blue flickering candle flame from across the room, and he was certain there was nothing quite as irritating as the feeling of the fabric of the shirt he was wearing.

He was used to clothes that were full of holes, loose and not– suffocating. Suits like this made him feel strange, and though they seemed to be tailored to fit him. He felt awkward and uncomfortable. 

Beside him, Naevys looked completely calm and stoic as he rested his head over on his arm. His hand stayed resting over his abdomen, and his eyes were closed. His calming presence made Isoloses feel at least the tiniest bit better. Isoloses rested his head on Naevys’s, taking a deep breath. He could do this. It was no big deal. He dealt with staring everywhere. He wasn’t inherently bothered by it. It was the fear.

To some extent, there was always a level of fear, but here, he was unable to avoid it. He couldn’t hide from the looks, just like he couldn’t hide from the horrible things he’d done. Everyone everywhere knew him, knew what he was capable of and what he had done. Even if they didn’t know his appearance, his fathers appearance in his youth was his current appearance to some extent, and while it wasn’t exact it was close enough to make people recognize him. He wasn’t even wearing his mask, because of the meeting at Cassian’s castle.

He couldn’t hide, he couldn’t disappear. He just had to breathe through the panic. His face was freshly shaven, Naevys had sat on the counter in his bathroom and shaved him before they left the castle that morning so he’d look neat and tidy, but it only made him feel bare.

“Isoloses,” Naevys murmured quietly, his free hand wrapping around Isoloses’s calmly. Isoloses glanced down at Naevys’s smaller hand wrapping around his. Isoloses hummed quietly in response, his hand squeezing around Naevys’s.

“Are you okay?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys nod.

“You’re the one radiating anxiety like a heater. Take a deep breath.” Naevys said, his hand tightening around Isoloses’s comfortingly. “Īƙⱱᶏ ɀú ⱱƴǫúɕɦōưʀ, ɀí ɀᴉʈƙá,” Naevys murmured quietly, making Isoloses hum curiously.

“What’s that mean?” Isoloses murmured, making Naevys quietly laugh.

“When you stress, I choke.” He explained rather unhelpfully. Isoloses raised an eyebrow. “It’s an elven saying–regardless. What is wrong?” While his words could’ve easily been taken as abrasive, Isoloses could hear the worry lacing them.

“Everyone’s staring at me.” Isoloses responded quietly, making Naevys glance up and once over the room. Naevys glanced back at him and reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out Isoloses’s mask, handing it over to him.

“Put this on until we get to Cassian’s. Everything is okay. I don’t think they’ll be looking at you if you relax, though.” Naevys soothed, making him smile a little as he took the mask from Naevys, his surprise clearly showing on his face. “I just noticed you left it this morning when you never have before. Don’t read so much into things.” Naevys grumbled quietly, not releasing his hand even as he scolded him.

“Lord Naevys, your rooms ready,” an elven nurse said, poking their head out of the doorway, smiling. Naevys stood, tugging Isoloses with him. Truthfully Isoloses put more effort into making it seem like Naevys was tugging him than Naevys probably put into tugging him, but he didn’t miss the smirk that pulled up the corners of his lips.

Isoloses followed behind him quietly as he looked around nervously, his hand clutching at Naevys like he was afraid to let go. He wasn’t in danger, he shouldn’t be scared. He couldn’t help but feel a little nauseated, he hadn’t been into an office like this since he’d gotten the injection that his father had given him. It was an underground facility, nothing even remotely similar to the doctors office he was inside. 

He’d not been affected by the waiting room, only the people inside which was pretty common for him. But this was distinctly different. It felt like he was flipping back and forth between the present and memories that haunted the darkest parts of his mind. The hallway in that facility was small and narrow, stone walls as opposed to the intricately woven walls of the hallway he was in. The hallway in the facility had been dark and dingy, the hallway here was bright and open. There was a window visible in front of him, but there wasn’t in the facility.

The differences didn’t really keep the anxiety from crawling through him, that foreboding feeling of dread lingering in the back of his chest. It was trying to take over, but he couldn’t let that happen right now, not when this was something important. He couldn’t. When they reached the doorway to Naevys’s room, he quietly led him inside of room and shut the door behind him after thanking the nurse. Naevys turned around so his back was to him.

“Help with my coat,” Naevys said firmly, an order. Even with the anxiety crawling through him, Isoloses felt a twinge of relief at the order. Isoloses carefully assisted him in taking off his coat before he turned to face him. “Isoloses, you need a break. I want you to sit down in that chair right there, shut your eyes, and take long deep breaths until your heart slows,” Naevys said firmly, his hand landing on Isoloses’s chest.

“Yes, Master.” Isoloses said, letting Naevys lead him back to the seat. He sat down and slipped his mask on immediately, before he shut his eyes and began breathing. The sternness of his voice was comforting in it’s steely-ness. It made him feel safe in a way, like Naevys knew what he was saying would work to calm him down. In Isoloses’s head, Naevys’s word was law. He had the power to control him in every way, if he said doing this would calm him down, it provided a significant amount of relief. 

He was sure that there was a significant amount of it that could probably be written off to Isoloses’s imagination, still, he found himself slowly relaxing as he listened to the sound of Naevys taking off his shirt. His breathing was deep and slow, he could feel each breath leaving him and the inability to see made the flashbacks stop. In, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…, Isoloses thought, carefully dragging in his breath.   Out, 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…, he released the breath just as slowly, keeping up the breathing exorcise until he felt his heart beginning to slow down.

As his heart slowed, his mind started to as well, and he found himself slowly beginning to calm down. It was okay, he just had to breathe and everything would be fine. Naevys was right, he was always right. He just had to relax. Isoloses let out another deep breath, his eyes fluttering open and he looked over at Naevys.

When his eyes met Naevys’s, his heart jumped in his chest, more from excitement than fear this time. He loved to have Naevys’s eyes on him, it made him feel safe and protected. An odd notion, considering he wasn’t exactly the type to need protection, but maybe he was because Naevys was so strong and he was–he was just not. Not the same way Naevys was.

“Feel better?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses nodded, just as there was a quiet knock on the door and the doctor walked inside. 

“Hello Lord Naevys, it’s been a couple days.” The woman said, looking at Naevys where he was sitting on the table. “Hello, my name is Eirina, it’s lovely to meet you.” She said, her eyes roaming over Isoloses. Isoloses nodded his head shyly.

“I’m Isoloses,” He introduced himself quietly. She nodded politely.

“It’s wonderful to meet you. Shall we start the examination?” She asked, her eyes moving back to Naevys. Naevys nodded and began shifting around on the table, leaning back. Eirina stood over him and put her fingertips over his abdomen and pressed down before she pulled up.

Beneath the tip of her finger as she raised it up there was a bubble. It was faintly golden, and as she brought her fingers up higher and higher, each one of the bubbles changed slightly in size, until one was– noticeably larger than the rest. Even so, it was still rather small, but– larger than the rest. Eirina’s eyes widened a little, her eyebrows furrowing.

“One of the babies is significantly more developed,” She pointed out, motioning towards the bottom one. Naevys raised his head and looked at them, his eyebrows furrowing together a bit. “I thought you were farther along than you are… at least with these two,” She pointed towards each one. “This one is 4 weeks and 6 days old, this one is four weeks and 8 days old, but this one looks to be around 7 weeks and 8 days old,” She explained.

“That makes absolutely no sense,” Naevys said immediately, motioning towards the one who was bigger. “He is the only one who’s fucked me and he–” Naevys broke off, his eyes darting over to him. “I mean, there’s just not really a way to put it other than that’s impossible.” 

“I assure you, there’s no other explanation. The confusion came from the size of your bump–it is normal for someone having multiples to gain weight quicker, and it seemed as though the babies were all around the same age without looking closer.” Eirina explained easily. “This isn’t wholly uncommon, especially in werewolves. This happens quite frequently, and while this isn’t a normal circumstance, I’m certain everything is okay despite one being a little older. You will likely just have to deliver a bit early.”

“No you don’t understand,” Isoloses said, “I couldn’t have gotten him pregnant seven weeks ago. There’s no way.” Isoloses said. After eight hundred years of rutting with him, he was sure there had never been a single scare.

“He’s right,” Naevys said, “We’ve spent a lot of mating cycles together at this point, but I’ve never gotten pregnant. Is there any other explanation as to how this could’ve happened?” Eirina hummed.

“Well, I–” She paused, her eyes darting to Isoloses. “Why don’t you wait in the hallway?” She asked Isoloses. Isoloses nodded and went to stand up when Naevys shook his head.

“Absolutely not,” Naevys said firmly. “I have nothing to hide, anything you say to me can be said in front of him. He’s involved in this as much as I am.” 

“Okay, alright. Well, the only other option other than that he got you pregnant is that someone else got you pregnant. There are three babies, one is older. I can check the parentage when it’s born, but at this point, everything looks fine and completely normal.” She said, her eyes roaming over Naevys.

“Well obviously–but that… no, I know. It can’t be anyone else’s.” Naevys said firmly. “I know the last time I had sex with a male other than Isoloses and trust me, it’s been way more than seven weeks. And I haven’t spent a heat with someone other than Isoloses in over four hundred years.” Naevys said, crossing his arms.

“Then it must be his,” Eirina said, “If the other two are, my guess is that this one belongs to him too.” Naevys nodded, his eyes darting over to Isoloses. Isoloses met his eyes and smiled encouragingly. He didn’t really care over the technicalities of it, even if only one were his he’d be happy. Naevys seemed adamant that it was impossible that the third belonged to anyone other than him, which brought the idea to his mind.

Mytherion knew more about his condition than this doctor here, and he doubted she wanted a play-by-play of his health. But Mytherion might have an answer to what was happening, might have some sort of explanation if it was his. 

Isoloses admittedly zoned out through the rest of the appointment, his mind swirling with thoughts. He wanted to talk to Mytherion, he needed to talk to him. He was the only medical professional that he’d ever really trusted, and it seemed like this would be a pretty damn good time to call him. Or… visit. He’d have to visit.

That wouldn’t work though, because he couldn’t leave Naevys for so long. But if the older baby was his, then his DNA had still been altered and that made him nervous. He had no choice but to talk to Mytherion. No… Naevys  needed to see him, as well. He couldn’t make sure everything was okay if Naevys didn’t go see him at least once. He knew everything about illnesses that could plague demons and if the baby was his and it had his fucked up DNA profile from before the injection, Mytherion would be the only one capable of curing the said ailment.

This time when he took the hallway, he didn’t even flinch. His mind was too preoccupied, he wasn’t even paying attention to the nurse who was amiably talking to Naevys, their voices were barely even registering to him. He was practically on autopilot, just following Naevys and focused purely on getting Naevys home so he could take him to see Mytherion. As soon as they were in the comfort of the carriage Isoloses reached out and wrapped his arms around him.

Naevys squeaked, his arm curling around Isoloses’s back as the carriage took off. 

“Hey, I’ve gotta breathe, Iso,” Naevys teased, pushing him back after a moment. “Are you ready to go meet Cassian?” Isoloses blinked a couple of times, and realization set in.

“But I wanted to take you to see Mytherion,” Isoloses said, crossing his arms. Naevys shook his head.

“We can do that when we return home if you insist upon doing so, however, we’re already halfway to Cassian’s. There is nothing at this present moment that can be done, so I would like to continue on with our current plan.” Naevys said, his voice unwaveringly confident. It provided some assurance that everything was okay if nothing else.

“What if something is wrong with the baby? The oldest one?” Isoloses asked. Naevys shook his head.

“I don’t think anything is wrong that is detrimental to the baby’s health,” Naevys said, and Isoloses nodded his head, releasing Naevys from his grip. For a couple of moments, only the sound of the wooden wheels on the street of Ilyenasera was able to be heard, before Naevys spoke up; “Listen,” He started. “I just want to make one thing abundantly clear to you. I never cared before about your DNA, and I won’t care about the babies, either. It won’t change anything. As you have taken the cure and seem to be doing well, I’m assuming that is an option.” Naevys said, making Isoloses nod his head quietly.

“It is but what if…” The sentence died halfway through, he wasn’t even sure how to finish it, honestly. There wasn’t really a pleasant way to say it, and he didn’t like that.

“It will be okay.” Naevys assured him. “I might not have foreseen all of this, but I foresaw the end.” Isoloses nodded his head, shifting closer to him still.

“After meeting with Cassian, you promise you’ll come with me to visit Mytherion?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys nodded.

“I promise.” He said, his hand resting on Isoloses’s knee. Isoloses nodded his agreement. He could make it through a meeting. It wouldn’t take too long, certainly.

The silence that engulfed them after that was comfortable, though his mind scarcely could focus entirely. Nothing would be completely okay until Isoloses found out from Mytherion what might be going on, but Naevys’s assurances were welcome. Always, because he had a way of making even the most hopeless of situations feel less shitty. He knew no matter what everything would turn out okay, but even so–his mind was caught on this now and he couldn’t quite erase the worry from his mind. Not entirely.

Isoloses couldn’t be sure exactly how long it took to get from Ilyenasera to Cassian’s castle, however, when they pulled up, Isoloses suddenly realized. Naevys was obviously pregnant, everyone was going to know what he’d done–even Ilsa! While he was sure Ilsa probably wouldn’t say anything, he could still think something–

“Isoloses you are a ball of anxiety today,” Naevys said, turning to look at him. “It is okay, Áɭẚȿẚʀīᶏ, everything is okay,” Naevys said softly. Isoloses shook his head. He wasn’t anxious right now, he was embarrassed.  

“I know, it’s silly, honestly,” Isoloses said softly. “Everyone’s gonna know I put those there,” Isoloses said, pointing towards his stomach. Naevys paused for a moment, before he burst into a fit of giggles, his whole body shaking from the effort he was putting in to silence himself.

“I don’t think anyone is going to pay that much attention to us,” Naevys said between his giggles, “That caught me off guard, but I’m sorry, regardless of whether or not everyone knows you put ‘these here’ we’re going in,” Naevys said, wrapping his hand around Isoloses’s and tugging him over on the bench. 

“Okay, okay. I can do this. I mean Ilsa has a child,” Naevys nodded, and pushed open the carriage door, motioning for him to go first. Isoloses did, quickly, before he turned around and wrapped his hands around Naevys’s hips, lifting him from the carriage where he was sitting and placing him carefully down on his feet. Naevys hummed and smirked, turning on his heels and heading fearlessly to the door of the castle. Isoloses followed him quickly, glancing back at the elf that was driving the carriage and then back towards the castle.

Naevys reached up and grasped the large door knocker and hit it against the wooden door a couple of times. The sound was loud outside, so he could only imagine the amount of noise that it made  inside  the stone castle. The door pulled open and one of the butlers opened the door, the one with the golden hair and eyes. It was a little uncanny to look into his eyes, but the gold faintly reminded him of Uysasera and his collar. It had a golden sun and a silver moon, despite that Vampires couldn’t wear silver.

Perhaps it was a different silver metal, from a different realm or something. It could be, Isoloses assumed.

“Lord Naevys,” The vampire said, tilting his head, “Did you come to meet with Cassian?” Naevys nodded easily, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright, please come with me.” He said, dipping his head before opening the door more and letting them both inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud, and the vampire immediately began leading both of them through the entryway and toward Cassian’s office.

Isoloses knew where it was vaguely, he’d been portaled into it when Cassian allowed him to search the realm for Ilsa so he knew where it was located, not necessarily how to find it. When they reached the door of Cassian’s office, the vampire nodded his head and Naevys thanked him quietly before he knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Cassian called, and Naevys pushed open the door, pulling Isoloses in beside him. Cassian looked up from his desk and smiled at Naevys, his eyes roaming over to Isoloses before going back to Naevys. “You’re looking well Naevys, and Isoloses, you look rather… different in Tenebris Regni attire,” Cassian said kindly.

“It’s the lack of holes.” Isoloses offered, making Cassian chuckle.

“He cleans up nicely,” Naevys purred, turning to him and reaching up, playing with his bangs for a moment. Cassian nodded, his eyes roaming over Naevys discreetly before he picked up his teacup. Isoloses flushed, unable to help it. He totally knew.

“I agree. Well, I assume you didn’t just drop by for a visit, you usually don’t. Is there something you need? Ilsa has a heat coming up, so I’m on a bit of a time crunch at the moment.” Naevys nodded his head, taking a seat in the chair in front of Cassian’s desk, leaning back, and crossing his leg.

“I’ll make this quick then. I was visiting because I have an offer to make you.” Naevys said, smirking as he looked over at Cassian. “Hire my pet to be one of your castle guards, and in return, I will give you this…” Naevys said, pulling the bag he was wearing over his shoulder around and pulling something out of it. It was a square, and it was made of cardboard or something like that, Isoloses couldn’t tell. “An extremely valuable, rare jazz vinyl from the 1920s in the human world.” Cassian’s eyes roamed over the vinyl and then he sighed.

“You didn’t have to bribe me, Isoloses is Ilsa’s brother. If he wishes to work for me there is no need–BUT, I do want that record terribly bad, would it offend you if I took it?” Cassian said, his eyes roaming over to Isoloses, then back to the vinyl disk thing Naevys had. Isoloses did not really know what it was, however, if Cassian wanted it and Naevys was offering it to him then Isoloses didn’t really see a problem with it. 

“I don’t care,” Isoloses shrugged, waving his hand. There were people who hated him enough that not even the one thing they desired most in the world being offered to them could convince them to let him near them. Cassian quickly took the vinyl, his orchid eyes sparkling brightly as they ran over it before he sat it down and cleared his throat.

“I apologize, I am a bit of a collector of vinyl records,” Cassian said, “Anyway, I will have Felix measure you for a uniform. He will deliver it before your first day, probably early Trisjyre morning , so about two days from now.” Cassian said.

“That’s fine,” Isoloses said, trying to silently sound out the name of the day Cassian had said. He had no idea what a Trisjyre was supposed to be–but he wasn’t judging. Even if it sounded like the name of an exotic bird. He had to fight back a chuckle from the thought alone.

“Alright. Would you prefer to have the uniform made similarly to something you’d wear in Caelestes?” Isoloses’s eyes widened a little and he bit his lip. “I can’t change the uniform from the basic style, however, I can use different fabrics and have the traditional shredded style worked into it.” 

“Is that okay?” Isoloses asked, and Cassian nodded. 

“I have allowed many alterations to the uniform based on the race wearing it,” Cassian explained. “Everyone has different tastes, and I try to cater to the needs of each individual. As long as it is a recognizable royal guard uniform, it’ll be fine.” Isoloses nodded his head, surprise coursing through him. “Alright, well sit tight for a moment and allow me to get Felix,” Cassian said, before turning his head and calling for him quietly.

It was so quiet that Isoloses never would’ve heard it himself, however, the vampire appeared beside Cassian in seconds, his silver hair and eyes a bit uncanny to look at as well.

“Yes, My Lord?” Felix said, tilting his head forward respectfully.

“Please take Isoloses and do measurements. He’s going to be needing an altered royal guard uniform, so take all the necessary measurements for that.” Felix nodded his head.

“Of course, My Lord,” He said respectfully, dipping his head before he walked towards the door and motioned for Isoloses to follow behind him. He followed him quietly, his eyes roaming over him as he led him from Cassian’s office to the hallway. He was rather thin, lanky perhaps. His hair was neatly clipped back from his eyes, and his pale skin was bright and flawless. He was pretty, perhaps, though uncanny. 

Isoloses had always found things that were too perfect to be strange and uncanny, it pushed the limitations of possibility further than he wanted to acknowledge. Perhaps he just had an inferiority complex, but seeing something completely unflawed and unblemished was like shining a light on every flaw he had.

“Right in here, take off your shirt and pants, leave on your underwear please,” Felix said, and Isoloses nodded his head, flushing a little as he began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Felix stood off to one side, digging through a drawer quietly as Isoloses undressed, and then he turned to face him. “Stand on that little stool right there.” He said, motioning towards a solid stool. Isoloses nodded and stepped up onto it, flushing a little. Felix paused for a moment, his eyes looking up at him.

“On second thought, perhaps you should step down.” He said, chuckling quietly. Isoloses nodded and stepped back down, chuckling himself.

“Sorry, I’m a bit tall,” Isoloses said, and Felix snorted a bit, his silver eyes widening.

“You are? Couldn’t tell.” He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, let’s get this going, then.” He said, and Isoloses nodded his head. It felt a little awkward to be basically nude in front of him, but he didn’t really think much of it. He was used to changing clothes in front of people from being in the military in Caelestes, so it barely even phased him. He was too focused on just getting home so he could take Naevys to see Myth.

That was the single focus he had at the moment. Everything else was just him doing what was necessary to get to that sooner.

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By the time Isoloses and Naevys finally made it back home, Isoloses had been planning for at least an hour on how to execute the maneuvers necessary to sneak Naevys into the castle. They could not go through town. Absolutely couldn’t. He was too recognizable, and it was still very bright in Caelestes so they couldn’t even use shadows to disguise themselves. No, they had to go into the castle, which Isoloses knew Naevys was capable of.

A portal into the castle, and sneak very carefully into the infirmary. That was the only way. 

There were guards posted everywhere when his father was crowned, but Isandro had lessened security enough to make it feasible. He was certain it’d work if he was cautious and if he used the invisibility spell on him and Naevys. The only thing was if Isandro had wards up to block portals, he’d be alerted as soon as one opened in the castle and his entire plan would be null and void–rendered useless.

The other option was significantly more complex and wasn’t even a good option because if Mytherion came to Tenebris Regni then he’d know where Isoloses moved and he knew how close Myth was to Isandro–it was a risk he was unwilling to take. If Mytherion told Isandro he brought Naevys there, then there was a good chance that Isandro wouldn’t figure out who Naevys even was. As far as it went, he was one of the more normal-looking elves so he couldn’t really imagine that there’d be a lot of issues with him being easily identified given that they remain careful. 

It would be a bit of a nuisance, but it wouldn’t be so bad. He knew that there were a lot of things that could go wrong, but he had no choice but to do this. He knew that there were a lot of things that could result from this, but the risk was worth the reward. He needed the piece of mind to know that everything would be alright with the babies, regardless of everything else. He just wanted there to be something concrete to explain what was going on, so that he could stop worrying about it. He wouldn’t quit worrying about it until he knew for certain that everything would be okay.

“So what’s the plan, then?” Naevys asked, sitting down on a stool in his sitting room. “Are we going?” Isoloses nodded his head.

“I just… okay, so the game plan. We go through the portal into my bedroom. It has to be my bedroom, that way I can hide you if necessary.” Isoloses said, and Naevys hummed.

“Why hide?” Naevys asked, making Isoloses raise an eyebrow.

“Do you plan to just stroll down the castle hallway and introduce yourself?” Isoloses asked. Naevys shook his head and tsked quietly.

“Please, have some faith in my abilities to remain quiet. You’re worrying too much. It’s going to be fine.” Naevys said flippantly, raising himself up from the place he was sitting, “I’d like to get home in time for you to fuck me, and if it gets too late I will be too tired.” He said blankly. Isoloses nodded his head.

“I can do that,” Isoloses said easily, making Naevys nod his head. “We’ll make it quick, just stay by me and hide with me okay,” Naevys nodded his head and looked up at him. “Can you open a portal?” Naevys nodded his head and walked over to the doorway. Naevys put his hands on the edges of the doorway and bent his head.

“Ƙẚɭṧᴉɘʈᴉʀ ȿɦưóᴉƙ ɓ’ǻƙɦúꭆ ǝɳ ƴᴉệɗơɱ,” Naevys murmured under his breath, his eyes slipping shut. Isoloses watched as vines crawled across the doorway, covering it entirely before it parted in the center and the vines curled inwards on themselves, coiling tightly around the edges. In the center there was a picture-perfect reflection of his bedroom from the doorway, allowing him to see even the window at the head of his bed, letting the hazy orange and yellow light from the sun flood the room. “Lead the way,” Naevys said easily, waving his hand.

Isoloses stepped forward and clasped Naevys’s hand in his, pausing as he stopped in front of the portal, just a wee bit nervous. He wasn’t even sure what he expected to happen when he stepped through the portal, it felt so silly to be so nervous. Isoloses took a deep breath and stepped forward and walked into the portal, pulling Naevys with him.

As they crossed the threshold of the portal, Isoloses caught the scent of smoke in the air and heard the sound of crows squawking in the distance. The portal closed behind them, and Naevys glanced around his bedroom, raising an eyebrow.

“This looks a lot less… like I was expecting it to,” Naevys said as he glanced around, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. “It smells nice in here if you can overlook the scent of smoke.” Isoloses nodded thoughtlessly as he pressed his ear to the door, listening carefully to see if any guards could be heard patrolling the hallway. Damn, someone was there. He nodded his head and quietly walked over to Naevys.

“I am going to turn us both invisible. Okay?” Isoloses whispered. Naevys nodded his head and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “ЯẞΘЯΘТĀΘ ЯΞ ΘЯẞΛТΘ ЗΔЮδ ΞЧßθ ПŌζЫΞ,” Isoloses said quietly, his hands grasping onto Naevys’s. It took a second or two, but after a second, both of them disappeared entirely, and Naevys let out a squeak of surprise.

“I can’t even see myself,” Naevys noted, making Isoloses nod, though he couldn’t see him.

“It’s meant to be good for infiltration,” Isoloses explained as he quietly walked over to the door and rested his face against it once again. He just had to wait until there was no one in the hallway to open the door, otherwise, they’d be given away immediately. He had to be careful, and walk as if each step would cause an earthquake, like walking on broken glass or dead leaves in the silence of the night. No, he had to be quieter than a shadow, he had to get Naevys from his room to the infirmary and then he’d go from there with Mytherion.

After a couple of seconds, he glanced at the clock. It wouldn’t be long, they’d have to break off in a minute and that’d leave the hallway unguarded while shift change happens. Wouldn’t last but like ten minutes, but it’d be enough time to open the door and get down the hallway. Given they were invisible it wasn’t as if they’d see them on their way back. True to his thought, after a couple of seconds he heard the sound of heavy boots on the stone floor of the castle and released a deep breath as he listened to them fade away.

No one. He waved to Naevys, motioning for him to come with him. Isoloses listened for a moment longer just to be certain, before opening the door to his room quietly. Isoloses peeked out into the hallway, reaffirming that they were alone, before he slid out of the open door, pulling Naevys behind him and shutting the door.

“Follow me close. If someone comes by, assume they can hear us.” Isoloses said, keeping his voice low and quiet as he walked down the hallway. Naevys hummed quietly in response, his footsteps right behind Isoloses’s. As they passed a hallway, Isoloses caught sight of a guard at the end of the hallway and he pushed Naevys back against the wall, his eyes roaming over the guard.

“What is it?” Naevys whispered, trying to peek around him.

“Shh!” Isoloses hissed, motioning towards the guard. 

“Do you need a distraction? Allow me.” Isoloses reached his hand out blindly for Naevys, but his hand met nothing but air, and with him invisible, Isoloses couldn’t tell where the fuck he’d gone. However, alone, his footsteps were silent, and after a moment, there was the faint sound of a pebble being tossed. It sounded far off and distant, and to his surprise, it caught the guard’s attention and he immediately walked down the hallway, following the noise. 

Isoloses waited on bated breath until he felt a brush of air pass him before an invisible hand grabbed at him.

“How was that, hm? Satisfactory enough for you?” He murmured teasingly, and Isoloses let out a noise of agreement and curled his hand around something connected to Naevys. His arm, it felt like, but Isoloses couldn’t see to confirm.

“Don’t leave my side again,” Isoloses grumbled quietly as he tugged him around the corner and into the hallway, quietly walking along the stone floor. It was a bit of a challenge for him, but Naevys’s footsteps were quiet behind him, almost as silent as he was invisible. Isoloses was grateful for that, but he still wished he was more cooperative in dangerous situations. Naevys didn’t need protection usually, but Elves were significantly easier to harm than Vampire or Demons either one. With him being pregnant he couldn’t stand the risk of him getting caught. He should’ve just brought Mytherion to a secondary location outside of Tenebris but too little too late for that.

Isoloses made his way quickly down the hall, tugging Naevys along behind him as carefully as he could. Naevys was silent save for the occasional huff of annoyance, which Isoloses took as cues to slow down. His legs were longer, he had to be mindful of Naevys given he couldn’t exactly–well, wait a minute. Couldn’t he carry him? it’d probably be a little less efficient but… 

It wouldn’t be ideal, unsafe entirely. Were he to get caught, that’d be one thing. He wouldn’t be an outsider infiltrating the Royal Castle. Isoloses let out a quiet breath and pushed that thought away, keeping his mind centered. He needed to be focused on getting from point a to point b, not worrying. Isoloses turned them down the next hallway and hurriedly tugged Naevys towards the exit, peeking out around the corner. Mytherion’s office door was literally right around the final corner but he could see someone’s shadow on the wall.

“Thanks so much for babysitting,” Isandro’s voice caught Isoloses’s ears faintly, and he raised his head. Fuck. Okay, no big deal. Isandro couldn’t see him, no way in hell. “It means a lot. I know you could be out doing something a lot more interesting than keeping my rambunctious four-year-old in line.” 

“No, it’s never any trouble.” Mytherion’s soft voice traveled through the hallway and Isoloses held his breath for a moment. “Jixxie is always welcome to come to sit with me whenever you need it,” Mytherion said. 

“Should we be listening to this? I can feel the denial from here.” Naevys grumbled quietly, his voice coming from in front of him and Isoloses put his hand over Naevys’s mouth silently. Naevys huffed, his tongue sticking out to run along his palm. Isoloses pointedly ignored it, his head peeking around the corner.

“You’re a saint. Did you do something new to your hair?” Isandro asked quietly, his shadow shifting a bit.

“Oh, I had the ends trimmed,” Mytherion explained, and Isoloses fought the urge to roll his eyes. This was going to take a while he just knew it. 

In total, the conversation between Mytherion and Isandro lasted like twenty minutes, and every time it’d seem like Isandro was finally about to leave, they’d end up furthering the conversation more. It was annoying, but it led to a lot of questions in his head. Since when did Isandro pay close enough attention to hair to notice something tiny like having the ends trimmed? When Isandro finally was leaving, Isoloses was hard-pressed to believe his own ears.

It wasn’t like anything they said really amounted to much on a grand scale, just little nonsensical topics that Isoloses would probably grow bored of talking about in seconds but he could tell just based on Isandro’s voice–something wasn’t friendly about their relationship. Isoloses had always had the thought personally, Mytherion had always hung off Isandro’s sentences like he were the one who hung the moon and stars. Isandro–well, at first he’d seemed to reciprocate those feelings and even still seemed to. Only it was like there was a disconnect.

Isoloses wasn’t sure, but it reeked of his father’s mind tricks if you asked him.

Isoloses listened as Isandro’s footsteps faded and then he pulled Naevys quietly around the corner and down the hallway, pausing outside of Mytherion’s door to ensure no one was inside before he pushed open the door and pushed Naevys inside carefully before following him in and shutting the door.

Mytherion turned to face the door, his eyes wide and nervous, as he took a hesitant step forward.

“Hello?” Mytherion called, his voice shaking a little. “Isandro this isn’t funny! It stopped being funny in fifth year when I punched you out of terror!” 

“ЯẞΘЯΘТĀΘ ЯΞ ΘЯẞΛТΘ ЗΔЮδ ΞЧßθ ПŌζЫΞ,” Isoloses said, grappling around for Naevys as he began to turn from invisible. Mytherion’s eyes widened when both of them came into sight, his mouth dropping a bit as his bright green cat eyes jumped back and forth from Isoloses to Naevys and back again.

“Isoloses?!” Mytherion said, his voice raising a bit. Isoloses quickly shushed him, shaking his head.

“It’s me, please keep your voice down, I do not want anyone to know I am here.” He said. Mytherion nodded his head after a moment. “I–I have a problem and I need you to make sure he’s going to be okay,” Isoloses said, motioning to Naevys.

“I told you I was fine,” Naevys chimed in airily, his eyes roaming over Mytherion cautiously.

“Well, I can check on you if you’d like me to.” Mytherion offered softly. “Whatever the problem is, I assure you, I can find a solution for it.” Naevys hummed and stepped forward, his eyes roaming over Mytherion.

“I’m fine with a checkup,” Naevys said, crossing his arms. Mytherion nodded, his eyes roaming over him and then back to Isoloses, realization seeming to cross his face for a moment.

“What seems to be the issue today, then?” Mytherion asked, motioning Naevys up onto his table. Isoloses followed Naevys helping him up onto the table.

“This guy put three of his spawn inside of me, and one’s older than the other two,” Naevys explained rather unhelpfully. Isoloses nodded his head, accepting the fact that between hormones and having been on his feet for the entire day, he was allowed to be a little bitchy and unhelpful.

“To be exact, one is from before I had the procedure done,” Isoloses said, making Mytherion hum curiously.

“Alright. Well, I need to know everything you currently know, otherwise, you two might be here while I conduct tests of my own.” Mytherion said, and Isoloses shook his head. Naevys wanted to go home, he’d take him home. He just needed Mytherion to reaffirm what the other doctor said or something so he could trust it. 

Naevys began speaking this time, filling him in on everything the doctor had said–even things that Isoloses had kind of zoned out during accidentally. As soon as he found out one could be from before he had the procedure, his world kind of halted. As Naevys talked, Mytherion took short notes on a sheet of parchment, his pen moving elegantly along the paper as he let out curious noises and occasionally chimed in to ask questions.

By the time Naevys was finished and Mytherion was reviewing his notes, Isoloses was on the edge of his seat.

“Well, I’ve come to a conclusion,” Mytherion said, lacing his fingers together. “From what I understand, you’re absolutely certain your only heat partner was Isoloses,” Naevys nodded his head. “You’re an elf, correct?” Naevys nodded. He didn’t correct it to high elf, the distinction was really only significant on a ‘power’ level than anything when it came to their overall physical body. “Isoloses the toxins in your blood was clearing slowly, very slowly, even before you took the injection. As elves are naturally healing, if even just one of your sperm was partially alive, their healing ability would heal the sperm cell the rest of the way within a few minutes.” 

“But they were all dead,” Isoloses said.

“They are, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t had occasional survivors over the years. Just because one is alive doesn’t mean it’s able to fertilize, either. Well, in most circumstances.” Mytherion said.

“This has never happened before.” Naevys chimed in, making Mytherion nod his head.

“Let me put it this way,” Mytherion said, “Demon’s biology works somewhat backward during ruts. As the toxins in your blood naturally faded away you had a few survivors–very few and none that could swim, but the more that you ejaculate, the higher the chance that you’ll have a survivor.” 

“I didn’t know I was pregnant though,” Naevys said, shaking his head.

“Well, hear me out. Given that Isoloses’s DNA was altered, there is a chance that during conception the baby’s DNA was as well. However,” Mytherion paused for a second. “Their healing ability will correct those abnormalities over the duration of the pregnancy. Can you sense it now?” Naevys nodded his head.

“Then the healing is already working,” Mytherion said, standing up and putting his hand on Naevys’s stomach. “This one here,” He said, his fingers carefully brushing over Naevys’s side. “It’ll be part elf, so even if it is not fully healed by birth, it should continue healing over time.”

“So everything’s okay?” Isoloses asked, and Naevys nodded.

“I told you it would be.” Naevys pointed out.

“I would say as much. Based on what I can tell, it’s already pretty close to healed. The good thing about elven pregnancies is that they tend to last about as long as a demon pregnancy, so there’s plenty of time for healing to occur.” Mytherion assured him, and Isoloses nodded, his eyes shooting over to Naevys. He just wanted him safe, as well as the babies.

“Can we go home now? I want to sleep.” Naevys said, his eyes sparkling as they met Isoloses’s gaze. He nodded his head.

“Okay, wait by the door I’ll be right there,” Isoloses promised, and Naevys nodded, walking over to the door and standing there somewhat impatiently. He looked tired, Isoloses would have to carry him home for sure, unless he portaled them right into their room. “Please do not tell anyone about this. Please.” Isoloses pleaded. Mytherion let out a deep breath.

“It’s against the code to give out personal health information, I’m sworn to secrecy already. But Isoloses who is that? In all the years I’ve known you…” Mytherion trailed off and Isoloses scratched at the back of his head as he peeked over at Naevys.

“He’s different,” Isoloses answered. As if that really covered it when it definitely didn’t. He couldn’t begin to crunch their entire history down into one explanation. It was so much more than that. “What’s going on with you and Isandro?” Isoloses asked suspiciously. Mytherion shrugged.

“Nothing. We’ve been over this. I assume you’re going to make a portal, but I’ll let you use my office to make it, there’s no need to make them walk all the way to wherever you’re going to make your portal.” Mytherion offered. Isoloses nodded his head, dropping the subject though it was still pretty present in his mind even as he motioned Naevys to come to him. Naevys walked over and curled his arms around Isoloses’s, tilting his head back.

“Yes, Iso?” Naevys said, poking his bottom lip out a bit as he looked up at Isoloses.

“Myth said we could just open a portal in here,” Isoloses explained. Naevys nodded his head before he leaned it forward against Isoloses’s bicep. “Well, thank you a lot for the assistance, Mytherion. It was good to see you again.” Isoloses said. Mytherion nodded his head and smiled brightly.

“It was wonderful to see you too. It was nice to meet you as well. Now I suggest hurrying. Isandro will be back after putting Jixane to bed,” Mytherion said, crossing his arms. “I don’t know the exact moment he’ll return but certainly it’ll be soon. If he shows up, I’ll distract him as long as I can.” Mytherion promised, and Isoloses nodded. 

“It was nice to make your acquaintance,” Naevys said before pausing briefly. “All I need for a portal is water or a wooden doorway,” Naevys said, making Mytherion nod.

“That door over there is best,” He said, motioning towards the bathroom door. Naevys nodded and detached himself from Isoloses, heading over to the door. Isoloses turned back to Mytherion, keeping a watch on Naevys from the corner of his eye. “You’re looking at me with that look you always get when you’re thinking,” Mytherion said, leaning his hip against his desk. Isoloses shrugged.

“I am thinking. Have a lot to think about, yanno?” Isoloses pointed out, making Mytherion giggle.

“I’m sure,” Mytherion said, smirking a little.

“So Isandro’s coming by later?” Isoloses asked, forcing a disinterested tone into his voice so that Mytherion might actually answer him. Mytherion hummed and nodded, sitting down at his desk before he began thumbing through a stack of papers on his desk way too quickly to have been reading them. “What for?” Mytherion glanced up at him out of the corner of his eyes.

“A drink before bed,” Mytherion said calmly, waving his hand dismissively. Isoloses caught sight of Naevys standing outside of the portal. His eyes roamed over Naevys and then nodded his head, “Get going, it’s probably late wherever you’re going.” Isoloses nodded, heading over to Naevys, and pressed his hand against Naevys’s back. “Have a good night,” Isoloses said, stepping into the portal a step behind Naevys, making sure he went in first so that Isoloses could ensure his safety.

As soon as they stepped through the portal from Mytherion’s infirmary and into Naevys’s bedroom, the portal closed behind them. Naevys hummed quietly and turned around, looking over him with scrutinizing black eyes, his eyes roaming over Isoloses hungrily. Isoloses flushed a bit, unable to help it before he ran his eyes over Naevys. He looked beautiful and elegant, and Isoloses was in love with the way his plump lips parted slightly.

“I want you naked,” Naevys said, smirking a bit as he began working the buttons of his shirt calmly. Isoloses licked his lips and looked over at Naevys, watching as he undressed, Isoloses’s hands quickly began to work on his own clothes. His finger movements were much less precise than Naevys’s, and it took him more time to get his clothes off than it took for Naevys to, but that was totally fine with him.

Fine, because as soon as Naevys’s underwear was off, he jumped into his nest and crawled into the center of it, his ass practically taunting him as it jiggled and moved with his movements. It made Isoloses’s brain short-circuit for a moment, his eyes following Naevys hungrily as he slid the zipper of his pants down. He stepped out of them and then tossed them into a pile on the floor, tugging off the annoying, itchy fabric of the dress shirt he was in and discarded it onto the pile as well. 

“Hmmm…” Naevys hummed, motioning for him to enter his nest. Isoloses did quickly, stopping at Naevys’s feet. After a moment, Naevys pulled his legs open and reached his hand out, pulling Isoloses forward until he was leaning over him. Isoloses’s breath caught, desire coursing through his veins as he felt his cock resting beside Naevys’s. His soft skin touching Isoloses’s made arousal zing through him, his cock hardening.

“I’m so horny,” Naevys said, curling his arms around Isoloses’s neck. He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes roaming over Naevys as he looked up at him. Naevys looked beautiful laid out beneath him, his black eyes sparkling and beautiful as they pierced into him. He felt anticipation creep through him, his hands bunching up in the sheets beside Naevys’s head as he grappled with the desire to rub himself against Naevys. “Be a good little mutt and make your master cum, hm?” Naevys murmured, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips.

“Yes Master,” Isoloses murmured, shifting down a bit to where his head was lingering over Naevys’s puffy nipples, his fingers brushing against one teasingly. Naevys let out a moan, his hand tangling into Isoloses’s hair as he nudged his head down. Isoloses chuckled quietly, his lips wrapping around Naevys’s straining nipple. Isoloses was vaguely aware that it felt– different , somehow. Microscopically fuller, perhaps, just not as flat as usual. Naevys moaned, his head falling back against the pillow his head was resting on as he held Isoloses’s head in place.

“Suck harder, bite them, be rough ,” Naevys said firmly, albeit a bit breathlessly as his thighs wrapped around Isoloses’s waist. Isoloses was able to take a hint. He bit down on Naevys’s nipple, drawing a loud moan from Naevys’s mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. “Harder,” Isoloses answered the command with a rougher bite, which pulled a desperate cry from Naevys’s lips as he arched his back up. Isoloses immediately ran his tongue over his swollen nipple, in an attempt to soothe the sting.

Naevys let out a moan, his lips falling open as his fingers scrambled against Isoloses’s head, his hips pushing up into Isoloses’s abdomen. Isoloses slid his other hand down and over Naevys’s abdomen, his hand curling around his cock. Naevys tensed and let out a whimper, his hips pushing up into the grip.

“Iso, Iso, fuck–!” Naevys moaned as he started pulling his hand around Naevys’s cock, slowly beginning to work up the pace. Naevys didn’t seem to mind him taking his time this time, at least with his cock, so Isoloses kept his teeth biting and sucking on Naevys’s nipple as he moved his hand. He didn’t want to focus on one thing too much, at least not until he’d gotten his mouth around Naevys’s cock.

It only took a couple of seconds before Naevys was urging his head over to his other nipple and Isoloses was easily letting him lead his head over, his mouth latching onto it. Isoloses wasted no time in bringing his free hand up to brush over the nipple he’d left behind, ensuring he got all the attention he could ever desire. Naevys whimpered and arched up into his mouth, his hips rocking slightly Isoloses ran his hand along the length of his cock. 

“How’s that master?” Isoloses teased, letting his breath wash over Naevys’s spit-slicked nipple. Naevys let out a whine, his teeth biting down into his bottom lip as he nodded his head. Isoloses hummed before latching back onto his nipple, paying close attention to the pace he was keeping on Naevys’s cock. He wanted him to feel amazing, but he also wanted to suck him off and if he moved his hand too quickly Naevys would cum.

He couldn’t really say anything about that, he was putty in Naevys’s hands when he touched him even just the slightest bit. Naevys’s hand felt better on his cock than literally anything else, save for his tight hole. Maybe his mouth, but his size kind of made oral the other way around rather difficult for Naevys. He never minded, not at all. He preferred to serve rather than to be served, and doing anything that made Naevys feel good was well worth it for him.

He loved the way Naevys’s moans bounced off the walls of his bedroom, the feeling of them pressing together like this was enough to have Isoloses on the edge of insanity. His cock throbbed between his legs where it was resting against Naevys’s pelvis and lower abdomen, a little pool of precum collecting on Naevys’s soft skin. Isoloses almost let out a groan as he bit down into Naevys’s nipple once again, the feeling of Naevys’s fingernails biting into Isoloses’s scalp sending tingles of pleasure through him.

Naevys smelled fucking fantastic, as close as he was it was about impossible to smell anything other than Naevys’s scent. Isoloses couldn’t lie, he wouldn’t mind drowning in Naevys’s scent. It was intoxicating, not the same way as when he was in heat, but– something about it made Isoloses’s head swim either way. He smelled content, happy, perhaps, and that alone made pride bubble in Isoloses’s chest.

Isoloses let his teeth scrape over Naevys’s puffy nipple teasingly, pulling a moan from Naevys’s mouth as his eyes fluttered closed, his hips pushing up into Isoloses’s hand. Isoloses sucked roughly on Naevys’s nipple, his hand squeezing around his cock as he pulled his hand up. Naevys let out a loud moan, his legs curling around Isoloses’s waist as trembles coursed through him. Isoloses did groan this time, his hand curling tighter around Naevys’s cock as he sped up his hand’s movements more.

“Iso, fuck, bite me harder!” Naevys commanded, his hips rocking forward into Isoloses’s hand. Isoloses bit down into his nipple roughly, twisting his hand a bit on the upstroke as he stroked Naevys’s cock. Naevys let out a loud cry as his fingers tugged at Isoloses’s hair. Isoloses pulled his head back a bit and began pressing kisses down Naevys’s chest and abdomen, his body heating up as he lowered himself down to where his head was hoovering over Naevys’s cock.

His cock was hard and flushed a light pink, precum beading at the tip of it. The hair at the base of his cock was neatly trimmed and was shaved carefully into a small square, just long enough to run his fingers through it. It contrasted his pale skin beautifully. His balls were clean-shaven, as well as his ass–Isoloses wasn’t surprised by that in the slightest though. He’d always kept himself trimmed and shaven, even the very first time he’d had sex with Naevys he’d been shaven. The addition of the hair at the base of his cock came and went like the seasons changed. Naevys’s legs shifted up so that he had them hooked over Isoloses’s shoulders, exposing his slick hole to Isoloses.

Isoloses let out a whine, his eyes darting up to Naevys’s. He wanted to suck him off, but he didn’t have permission to do so.

“What do you want, you horny mutt?” Naevys asked teasingly, letting his hand fall from where he was gripping his hair to push his chin so he was looking straight into his eyes. Isoloses flushed under Naevys’s scrutinizing gaze, his heart speeding up in his chest as embarrassment flooded through him. His cock pulsed between his legs, practically screaming at him for ignoring it, but Isoloses was fine with ignoring it.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” He said, albeit a bit quietly. Naevys smirked and hummed, his thumb brushing along Isoloses’s bottom lip teasingly. Isoloses let his mouth fall open, and his tongue slip out, his cheeks heating up more as amusement danced across Naevys’s face. Naevys’s free hand went down to curl around his erection, smirking a little as he tapped the head of his cock against Isoloses’s tongue.

“Well, don’t just sit there looking at me, put your mouth to work,” Naevys said letting his hand move back to Isoloses’s hair. Isoloses nodded his head and dipped his head down, taking Naevys’s length into his mouth. Naevys used the grip on his hair to push him down more until Isoloses’s lips were wrapping around the base of his cock where Naevys’s fingers used to be. Naevys moaned and squeezed his thighs around Isoloses’s face as they held him into place. Isoloses loved the way they felt squeezing around his head, loved the way Naevys kept pushing his head down.

Naevys moaned and pushed his head down more, pushing his hips up into Isoloses’s face. Isoloses gagged a bit as the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. Isoloses immediately ran his tongue along the underside of Naevys’s cock, his eyes slipping shut as Naevys’s hips rocked more into his mouth. Isoloses swallowed around Naevys’s cock, his head swimming with arousal as a deliciously warm haze began to set in.

Naevys’s fingernails bit into Isoloses’s head as he began pulling Isoloses’s head up in time with the backward movements up his hips, and Isoloses let out a moan around Naevys’s cock from the slight sting. His cock pulsed and ached between his legs as he completely ignored it in favor of resting his hands on the outside of Naevys’s thighs, his mind pretty much blanking out as Naevys thrusted his hips and fucked his throat.

His pretty moans echoed around Isoloses’s head, making everything bleed together. Naevys pushed him down a little farther, pressing his nose firmly into Naevys’s pelvis. Isoloses let out a gasp as Naevys pulled him up and gave him a second to catch his breath before he pushed him back down, and Isoloses gagged as his nose pressed back into Naevys’s pelvis as he rolled his hips up into his mouth.

“Use your fingers on my hole,” Naevys demanded breathlessly, and Isoloses nodded and moved one of his hands down and ran his fingers along Naevys’s hole. Naevys moaned in response, his body pushing up a bit. Isoloses dipped the tips of his fingers into Naevys’s hole, pulling another moan from his lips as he looked down at Isoloses, pushing his hips up into Isoloses’s mouth. Isoloses moaned around Naevys’s length and pushed his fingers deeper inside his slick hole. 

Naevys cried out as Isoloses began massaging his walls as he bobbed his head, the haze in his mind making everything feel distant and far away. His mind was centered firmly on Naevys, his delicious apple scent was swirling through his head and making it numb even more, his beautiful noises sending Isoloses’s heart thumping in his chest. He wanted to drown in Naevys.

Naevys let out a pleased cry as his thighs squeezed around Isoloses’s head, his heels digging into Isoloses’s back as he arched up, trembles coursing through him. Isoloses’s eyes slid clothes once again as he ran his tongue along the underside of Naevys’s cock with each bob of his head, the pace suffering a little from the grip around his head. Isoloses was just a little too high from this alone, his cock pulsing between his legs. This time, he couldn’t as easily ignore it, and he began trying to rub against the sheets mindlessly, his head moving more enthusiastically.

“You love choking on my cock, don’t you?” Naevys taunted, his hips pushing up as his hand pushed Isoloses’s face firmly into his pelvis. Isoloses let out a muffled moan, his mind was deliciously fuzzy. He couldn’t breathe anymore, not with the way Naevys was holding him to his groin. It made his entire body vibrate with excited nervousness, his lips tightening as he sucked on Naevys’s cock. 

His fingers sped up their movements, twisting, and curling until he hit a spot that made Naevys jolt, his heels digging into Isoloses’s back even harder. Naevys’s fingernails bit down into his scalp as his fingers yanked at his hair, his other hand moving to push his head down more. Isoloses gagged a bit, his lungs beginning to burn the slightest bit. 

Naevys moaned, his other hand lacing into Isoloses’s hair as he tugged his head up enough for Isoloses to gasp in a breath. The oxygen hitting his lungs made his head swim, his eyes pulling open to look up at Naevys through hooded eyes, arousal swimming in his blood. Naevys looked beautiful, his hair a mess and scattered on the pillow beneath his head. At some point, he must’ve pulled the band out of it, but Isoloses wasn’t sure when. His face was flushed with his bangs stuck to his forehead, black eyes glazed with arousal, and his puffy lips parted as he let out pleasured noises. 

“Oh I’m so close,” Naevys moaned, his tongue darting out to run along his bottom lip before he bit down into it. “Be a good boy and make me cum,” Naevys commanded. Isoloses moaned in response as Naevys pushed his head back down to where his nose was pressed back into his groin again.

The haze in his mind deepened more and he found himself sucking around his cock harder, his lips tightening around the base of Naevys’s cock as he pushed his hips up into his mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of Isoloses’s throat and he gagged slightly, his eyes watering a bit. Naevys let out a loud moan as he pushed up into his mouth more, his ankles crossing behind Isoloses’s back. Isoloses loved the way his thighs trembled when his fingers hit certain places, the taste of his precum lingering on his tongue and making his mind feel deliciously blank and empty.

Isoloses worked a third finger into Naevys’s hole, letting Naevys take over moving his head so he could focus entirely on working his fingers inside of him deeper. Naevys cried out as he pushed his hips up, trembles coursing through him as his cock pulsed in Isoloses’s mouth, line after line of cum flooding his mouth. Isoloses moaned, swallowing around his cock, his fingers massaging his slick, warm walls.

Naevys’s mouth parted on a moan as he pushed himself back into his fingers slightly, his body twitching and jerking slightly as another wave of cum flooded Isoloses’s mouth. Isoloses didn’t hesitate to suck it down as well, the taste of it making his head swim as he felt the haze in his mind deepening. He didn’t stop moving his fingers or sucking until Naevys pushed his head back a moment later, his concentration being interrupted just enough to make him whine a little.

Naevys hummed quietly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as his chest rapidly rose and fell with his elevated breathing. Isoloses met his eyes, just a little intoxicated by the feeling of Naevys’s hands tugging at his hair just a bit. Naevys smirked, his pinkened cheeks darkening more as his eyes roamed over Isoloses, a giggle leaving his lips.

“What a messy mutt,” Naevys purred, his eyes sparkling more. Isoloses flushed, pulling the hand he was still gripping Naevys’s thigh with up to rub at his chin, feeling the spit that was dripping down his chin. “How cute,” Naevys teased, making the flush deepen on Isoloses’s cheeks.

“Did it feel good?” Isoloses asked, making Naevys nod his head.

“It did. You were really good for me. How would you like a reward? Anything you want.” Naevys offered, prompting Isoloses to hum quietly as he nodded his head. Naevys smirked and pulled his head up, making Isoloses shift so that he was holding himself up over Naevys carefully. Naevys smiled, his fingers beginning to card through his hair softly.

“Will you cuddle with me?” Isoloses asked once he finally managed to figure out how to work his tongue. The aching of his cock was easily ignorable at the moment. His entire body felt loose and pliant, his brain felt soft and thoughtless. Time felt stopped, the calmness and quietness of his mind made everything feel as if nothing mattered.

“You don’t want to cum?” Naevys asked, raising one of his eyebrows as his eyes darted down to Isoloses’s cock. Isoloses nodded his head, just wanting to sink down on top of Naevys and lose himself in his warmth and comfort. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on his cock, not on himself at all.

Right now, he was nothing, and Naevys was everything. Exactly how he liked it.

“Alright, then, come here you big oaf,” Naevys giggled, pulling him down on top of him. Isoloses quickly rolled them so that they were facing each other, his arms wrapping around Naevys’s back and holding him close to him as he nuzzled into Naevys’s neck. “Let’s get some sleep, then. It’s late, I’m exhausted.”

“I can sleep,” Isoloses answered, his heavy tongue a bit difficult to operate at the moment. His brain just felt– relieved. He felt relieved. His body was loose and the haze permeating his mind was thick and left him feeling as if he were floating. He felt so warm and safe, so comfortable that he couldn’t quite comprehend it. Naevys nodded his head, shifting forward so that he was pressed even closer against Isoloses.

“Goodnight, then, Ɀẚ Sḧú-ʐ̤e, sleep well.” Isoloses hummed his agreement, nuzzling closer to Naevys even still as he let his eyes flutter shut. He wanted to respond, but truthfully, his brain was already so hazed that he couldn’t think clearly enough to do anything. His tongue felt heavy and his brain just–it wasn’t working at optimal capacity, and he was pretty certain he was already dozing off as Naevys said it.

I love you, the words lingered at the tip of his tongue, threatening to slip out, but his saving grace was the heaviness of his tongue. Naevys didn’t seem to mind his lack of a response, because after a few minutes a quiet trilling noise began to tickle at the corner of his senses. It didn’t take but a few minutes for even that to fade from his mind as he completely fell asleep, contentedness washing through him.

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Isoloses woke up the next morning to the sound of heels against the wooden floor, and he pulled his eyes open to look up at Naevys as he pushed the sleepy fog from his brain. Naevys had his back turned to him, his long hair flowing loosely and without braids or flowers of any kind. It fell down to the center of his back. he was wearing a white lace shirt that hung down loosely over the waistband of his black pants.

His legs looked fantastic with the way the pants clung to his thighs and ass, and they were tucked neatly into a pair of heeled boots that reached the center of his lower leg. The boots were nice, a bit fancy looking, and Isoloses couldn’t help but look love them, his mind flickering over to the thought of how they might feel pressing against his cock.

As if sensing his gaze, Naevys turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips. Isoloses flushed a little and pulled his eyes up to look at his face instead. Isoloses’s eyes met Naevys and then traveled down a bit, taking in the sight of the collar of his shirt, which was v-shaped and gave a slight little peek at the center of his chest. It had a drawstring to close it, and the cuffs of it wrapped tightly around his wrists while the rest billowed out loosely and framed his slight body beautifully.

“Good morning,” Naevys said, tilting his head mischievously. “Do you like my outfit? I was planning on wearing a belt with it but I realized I couldn’t lace it anymore.” He pouted a bit as he turned back to run his eyes over himself. “Even so, this shirt is comfortable, and so are the pants.”

“Morning,” Isoloses answered, nodding his head as he pulled himself up off of the mattress, stretching his back. “You look fantastic,” Isoloses continued as he straightened his back and sat up straight.

“I know. You should take a shower and get dressed. It’s getting late and breakfast has already been served.” Naevys said, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest mischievously.

“Alright.” Isoloses agreed, and Naevys smirked more and nodded, turning on the heels of his boots before he began walking towards the door. Isoloses hesitated for a moment before he cleared his throat. Naevys paused where his hand was resting on the doorknob of his room, his head glancing back over his shoulder. “Would… you be interested in going to dinner?” Isoloses asked.

“Hmm… Dinner?” Naevys echoed curiously, turning around to face him. Isoloses nodded his head, “Where?” Isoloses shrugged. He didn’t exactly know what restaurants were in Tenebris, but he wanted to take Naevys out somewhere before he started his first day as one of Cassian’s royal guards.

He was nervous, excited, and worried to varying degrees. His only job his entire life, since he was old enough to start training, had been working under his father in the army. The hours were long and the work was insufferable. He knew Cassian was a lot different from his father, but that still didn’t seem to keep him from worrying that Cassian would work him like his father did. It was no trouble once Naevys had the children, he was certain Naevys would have babysitters–he just worked a lot, so it’d be necessary.

Unless he was planning on focusing on taking care of the children once they came–though Isoloses wasn’t sure. Omegas typically have a hard time being away from their children when they’re babies, most with children end up being stay-at-home parents because Caelestes was highly patriarchal–or… something like that considering that males could also be omegas. Omegas, regardless of sex assigned at birth–as per his father’s law–were considered medically closer to female than male. 

It hadn’t always been like that, Isoloses knew that from documents that his father had him burn when he was younger, dumber, and easier to manipulate. He had overlooked it, not really ever considering how disrespectful it was–not only to the male omega but to any females as well. Perhaps. Isoloses wasn’t really sure, he probably wasn’t the right one to talk about it, truthfully, considering he’d never been subjected to said treatment. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but it just felt… wrong. 

He teased Ilsa and called him a princess, mainly because he was making fun of the law itself in doing so. Ilsa was certainly not masculine in the same way as him, however, Ilsa was still obviously not a princess. The joke was kind of layered in there, and he’d been intending to piss Ilsa off when he’d done it as well. The point was to upset him, and he knew it had to be something that’d really piss him off because of the circumstances surrounding what was going on at the time.

Ilsa had frozen time with a burst of emotion, anger. The easiest, least complex way of ending a demon’s spell like that is replication. Demons’ spells, unlike witches’ spells, often only have a single phrase that starts and ends them. Witches have spells that start their spells, and a separate but eerily similar spell to end the spell. Slight differences, arbitrary really, but still notable. What Isoloses hadn’t known was, Ilsa was part witch. There was no telling which side of the spectrum he’d tapped into when he used the magic.

Replicating the action could’ve increased the effect of the spell, if it was a witch’s spell, whereas it could end the spell of a demon. It was a slippery slope. Isoloses hadn’t known or he wouldn’t have even attempted it.

The remembrance of the secret he now shared with Shadow kind of made him regret the decision to remember at all. If he didn’t know something, he couldn’t be blamed when it got out. As it was now, he was directly involved and now he couldn’t tell Ilsa. Perhaps he should try to tell him, but if he was wrong then he’d forget and Shadow would know that he’d tried to tell. He couldn’t tell him, but on the same hand, he kind of wanted to. He didn’t like that just as he’d begun to get things out in the open with Ilsa, he was once again keeping secrets.

Even so, he knew Shadow deserved the right to be the one to tell Ilsa. He didn’t know the full story, not even a good portion of the story, but frankly, he fully believed that she had really done her best. His father wasn’t an easy person to escape from, and no doubt the war that was waged on the Eternal Mirage could’ve been his father’s attempt at retribution for her fleeing. 

“Where did you want to go get dinner?” Naevys asked, making Isoloses blink his eyes a couple of times. Right, he was making dinner plans. He really wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted it to be someplace… dimly lit, but not because of romanticism at all–he just was hoping that’d keep people from staring while he didn’t have his mask on. Preferably somewhere nice, though, he was sitting on a fair bit of money and really didn’t have any bills to spend it on. He disliked having a lot of money, when he was on missions it was dangerous to carry around a lot of money. Often he carried just enough required for what he was doing, and if he ever came up short he’d take what he did have to a tavern and play cards until he had enough money.

It didn’t work for everyone, he was just really good at playing cards. He didn’t cheat , though. Unless he really disliked the person he was playing against. Then it was on, and he–well, he would occasionally use his deck of cards to mirror the cards the dealer had, swapping out his losing cards for winning ones. His desk was special. A gift given to him by the one who taught him to play cards in the first place.

The demon who’d given it to him didn’t give him a name, instead, he merely went by a nickname: 𝙳á𝗒rlàm̌, which translates to alone. He had been with him on his first battlefield mission, and they’d been out together on many, many battlefields since. Well, at least until he died, about four hundred years previous. Even so.

“Where would you like to go?” Isoloses asked, running his eyes over Naevys. “I’ll take you wherever you’d like to eat. And I’ll pay.” Naevys giggled, nodding his head.

“Alright, then. What time?” Isoloses hummed.

“Say nine?” Isoloses questioned, and Naevys nodded, smirking a little as he tilted his head to one side and quirked up his lips into a little smile.

“Nine is fine. I have to get some paperwork done for a new construction project in Alyvahone, so I’ll be busy up until then.” Naevys said, making Isoloses nod his head. “Enjoy some time by yourself, you’ll be starting work on Trisjyre so I’m sure it’d be nice to have a day to relax before heading in.” Isoloses nodded his head again.

“I’ll try. I might take another nap.” Isoloses said, shifting so that he was resting back against the mattress.

“Nap? But you’ve only just opened your eyes?” Naevys asked, raising an eyebrow. Isoloses hummed and nodded.

“Well, you made a warm and cozy nest, I never want to leave it,” Isoloses said, amusement flickering through him as he watched Naevys’s cheeks turn bright pink and he quickly turned on his heels, his hand grasping the doorknob tightly. Isoloses could practically feel the mental war going on in Naevys’s head, one side anxious and the other side ecstatic. 

“I’m glad you like it.” He said, before he practically flew out of the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Isoloses stared at the shut door for a moment before he laughed. It wasn’t a long laugh, wasn’t spectacular in any specific way, however– it was real. Not just a laugh to cover up his embarrassment, shyness, or an automatic response when he recognized something as a joke. With Naevys though, his smiles, his laughs–they were not just because he should be smiling or laughing.

Elves are healing, Mytherion had said, and Isoloses could agree. Naevys was definitely healing him, little by little over the decades Naevys had healed him–but more than that… he was with him despite the parts of him that weren’t healed and the parts that might not ever heal entirely. 

Isoloses rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow, letting out a tired sigh. Nine tonight couldn’t come soon enough. Isoloses glanced out towards the window where the light moon was high in the sky, and let out a quiet groan. Nope, too early for him to get up, especially considering he was relaxing today. Downtime always sounded like fun when he worked, but now he just wanted something to do.

So, he would sleep. Maybe Naevys would be lured back to bed when he finished his paperwork and cuddle with him before dinner or something. He wouldn’t mind waking up to Naevys burrowing into his chest and claiming his place in his arms. Isoloses yawned and turned his head from the window, letting his eyes slip closed once again. He might miss breakfast, but honestly, he just wanted to stay cuddled up in Naevys’s sheets with his comforting scent surrounding him. Maybe later he’d venture out, but until then, he was going to stay right where his lazy ass was.

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By eight-thirty in the evening, Isoloses had showered, shaved his face, and was dressed up as nicely as Caelestes clothing allowed. In Tenebris it still wasn’t the best but he was working with limited resources. He needed to bring more of his clothes over from Caelestes or something because while Caelestes didn’t have suits or anything, they did have nicer dress clothes than what he was currently wearing. Even still, he looked pretty good.

He smelled nice, he looked pretty nice, and he felt good. He was sitting in Naevys’s sitting room, a book in his lap that he was looking through for pictures and actually managed to find a few. They were vastly different from the all-black paintings in Caelestes literature. A lot of their paints were created using ash from the simmering volcano like a mountain the sun rose over every day, which is what led to the accumulation of smoke. Along with the heated temperature from the proximity of the sun to everything on Caelestes’s ground, a lot of stuff like leaves and grass died. The dirt was very dry and warm, but when mixed with cool water it could be used to paint in red. When mixed with cold water and then warmed quickly it hardened to make vases and other glass items.

There were newer methods of making paint now, Isoloses was sure, but Isoloses had never really paid much attention to the other methods. He only knew what he knew about the clay because he’d been taught it in the military. Clay pots can be used to carry water and food, and even be used as targets to scare away animals from their campsites. 

“Isoloses,” Naevys said, and Isoloses glanced back over his shoulder, taking in the sight of Naevys. He’d changed his clothes and cut his hair so that it was short once again, his bangs hanging down into his eyes a bit. He looked fantastic tonight, with dark kohl liner surrounding his all-black eyes, his lips pursed adorably as he ran his eyes over Isoloses.

“You look really good tonight,” Isoloses said, his eyes widening a little as he roamed his eyes over him. He’d changed his clothes since Isoloses had peeked into his office earlier, and Isoloses was breathless looking over him. 

His loose and flowy shirt was changed out with one that clung to his curves, his collar surrounded with pleated ruffles that hung down and covered the top buttons of the shirt. The sleeves at the top of it were rather loose, but they cinched around his wrists and then flared out with pleated ruffles. Around his waist was a cincher belt corset that had straps reaching up over his shoulders. The belt in the front was made of leather, however,  the sides of it were elastic. His pants were hidden beneath the shirt and the belt, but they were clinging onto his skin in a way that had Isoloses following his thighs down to his ankles where they were tucked into the loose top of his boots.

“You look quite handsome as well. You even shaved your face yourself,” Naevys said, smirking a little as his eyes roamed over him hungrily. Isoloses flushed a little, unable to help it. His eyes widened a bit as he suddenly realized, this was their first time having ever–well, having gone on an actual… date. Was it a date? It was, wasn’t it? 

“I know you prefer it,” Isoloses explained, reaching his hand up to run his hand over his cheek, a bit bashfully. Naevys nodded and leaned over the back of the couch Isoloses was sitting on, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“You want to grab your mask and then we can head out?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses shook his head and stood up.

“Mask free tonight.” He said simply, walking over to Naevys and holding open the door for him. Naevys giggled a little and walked out of the door, Isoloses following behind him closely. As he shut the door behind him he turned to Naevys and hesitated a bit before he held out his arm. Naevys raised an eyebrow before he wrapped his arms around his arm. “So where to?” Isoloses asked as he began leading Naevys down the stairs.

“Towards Alyvahone,” Naevys said, and Isoloses nodded his head, humming quietly as he went. Naevys let him lead him down the driveway and then towards Alyvahone. “It’s a nice night.” Isoloses nodded his head.

“It is really nice tonight. Thank you for joining me.” Isoloses said, his eyes peeking down at Naevys.

“No problem, it’ll be nice to go out,” Naevys responded. Isoloses nodded, biting his lip as he tried to come up with something further to say to him. He felt so shy and uncertain. Naevys didn’t seem to mind the silence, however, and instead spent time just quietly walking beside him, his arm tightening around Isoloses’s occasionally. 

Naevys only spoke up when directing him on where to go, and Isoloses followed his directions closely, unbothered by the silence that echoed between each one. He was lost in thought, his mind racing–but not from anxiety like he was expecting. No, he was a little nervous and shy, honestly. Isoloses wanted to tell Naevys he loved him tonight, and he just wasn’t sure how to get to the point where the words were falling out of his mouth.

When they reached a small restaurant, Naevys stopped and looked over him, smiling a little. 

“How about this?” Naevys asked, motioning towards the restaurant. Isoloses nodded his head and looked over at Naevys with a smile. It was perfect. It looked small and cozy, and the windows of the restaurant were opened so that Isoloses could hear the faint sound of piano music leaking out. It was in the opposite direction from which one he’d turned when heading into Alyvahone, but it was still somehow in Alyvahone. It was just behind the main city streets on a road that led up to private housing, so Isoloses had never ventured over to find it.

“It’s perfect.” Isoloses agreed. Naevys giggled and tugged him forward, heading towards the door of the restaurant. Isoloses smiled faintly, following behind Naevys closely as he led him to the door. As they stepped inside the restaurant, Isoloses glanced around, taking in the sight of the quaint little restaurant. 

“Table for two please,” Naevys said politely to the waitstaff, his arm curling tighter around Isoloses as he tilted his head. Isoloses smiled a bit, unable to help himself. Naevys was so cute, and since his last heat he was– different. Not exactly, but he was softer, more affectionate, and sweet. Isoloses ducked his head as the waitstaff walked them to their table, walking around a bunch of people in an attempt not to disturb anyone.

As they took their seats, the waiter placed two menus down on their table and they laid out two sets of silverware wrapped in little silver cloths. Isoloses glanced around, relieved as he took in the seat he was sitting in. The booths were separated by little wooden walls with flowers woven into them. Isoloses smiled a bit and smiled as Naevys looked over him, fighting back a blush as he met his eyes.

Naevys’s eyes sparkled a bit, amusement washing across his face as he looked up at him.

“So are you excited about starting work at Cassian’s castle tomorrow?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses nodded his head. He hadn’t realized Trisjyre was tomorrow, but either way, it didn’t really matter to him. He didn’t know a thing about the calendar here, though he guessed he was going to learn pretty quickly given he was now working. 

“It’ll be nice to have something to do,” Isoloses admitted sheepishly. He might’ve been more hesitant about joining something like the guard was Cassian anything like his father, though the simple fact that Ilsa trusted Cassian was enough to dissuade any worries he had about it. Ilsa was scarred, undoubtedly, the worst out of all of them. Comparatively, he was also the one who managed to actually escape and seemed to be truly happy.

Neither he nor Isandro had been able to completely shake his fathers influence over them. Ilsa had managed to pick up the pieces of his life and move on happily and yet Isoloses was struggling so much just to collect one part of his life– himself. He was overtly afraid constantly of not being enough, not being strong enough to shoulder the weight of his responsibilities or the weight of his guilt either one. He was terrified of losing Naevys, the only good thing he’d ever had. 

He was afraid, afraid of failure, afraid of being a disappointment, afraid of not being good enough. He hated himself like other people hated the dark, he was–he was scared of himself. Of what he knew he was capable of when pushed, and he hated that he wasn’t capable of saying no to his father. He hated that he was– is nothing, but… when he was with Naevys in some way that fear was able to dissipate.

He’d always noticed he felt better after spending time with Naevys, and he’d never thought much of it. He just figured that whatever relief he got from serving Naevys was the cause. Even during Naevys’s heat when Isoloses was the one who seemed to be in control, the reality was that Naevys was the one who wished it to be that way. It only began happening because Naevys allowed it. Naevys always had control, and that gave Isoloses an odd sense of comfort. Naevys wasn’t afraid of him, he’d put him in his place in half of a heartbeat if he didn’t like something. That allowed him to trust that Naevys would always be okay. 

The waiter came back to take their orders, and after Naevys ordered his food quickly, Isoloses found himself scrambling through the menu for something he could just pronounce. Nothing looked good and he had no way to tell the difference between the herbivore food and the carnivore food, or if everything on the menu was herbivore oriented. After a moment or two, Naevys ordered for him, and he felt relief flood through him.

He didn’t like ordering when he could read a menu, it was no different when he couldn’t. The waiter nodded and wrote down whatever Naevys had said, before walking away from their table in search of their drinks. Isoloses glanced over at Naevys and smiled shyly, his cheeks darkening a little. He felt so off-kilter because he had a game plan, but he was bad at executing game plans and this was going really badly–

“Isoloses we’ve been alone together many times in eight hundred years, and all of a sudden you’re sweating bullets?” Naevys teased, leaning forward a bit as mischievousness colored his tone. His eyes sparkled a bit as he rested his elbows on the wooden table in front of him. Isoloses swallowed around the lump in his throat and shrugged his shoulders shyly.

“It’s not… I’m not,” Isoloses said, reaching up to brush at his hair to make sure it wasn’t stuck to his forehead. Isoloses paused when he noticed he wasn’t even a little sweaty before he narrowed his eyes at Naevys a bit. Naevys smirked and shrugged teasingly.

“You’re cute.” Naevys drawled teasingly, and Isoloses flushed a little, his eyes lowering a little. 

“I’m not.” Isoloses denied, making Naevys hum and nod his head.

“You are. Look at your cheeks, all red and blushing…” Naevys teased, and Isoloses heard the sound of shuffling beneath the table before a foot pressed down onto his cock through his pants. Isoloses’s cock jumped to attention at the touch and his eyes darkened a bit as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Master,” Isoloses murmured, his cheeks darkening a little more. Naevys giggled quietly and started pressing his foot down a little harder against Isoloses’s cock. He choked down a moan and looked over at Naevys, his eyes widening a little. The waiter showed back up with their drink then and Isoloses nearly choked on his tongue as Naevys’s foot ran along the length of his cock, Naevys’s face stayed completely calm and relaxed as he smiled at the waiter.

“Your food will be out shortly!” The waiter said, bowing their head respectfully before turning and walking away, and Isoloses released a pent-up breath, his heart clenching in his chest as Naevys’s foot kept rubbing.

“So what’s with the wining and dining, hm?” Naevys asked, raising an eyebrow as he rubbed his toes against the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Isoloses’s eyes darted around the diner, trying to make sure no one was looking their way. To both his relief and surprise, no one was looking at them.

“I just wanted to take you out somewhere nice,” Isoloses said breathlessly as his eyes met Naevys’s across the table from him. Naevys’s lips pulled up into a mischievous smirk, his eyes darkening a bit as he looked over Isoloses. Isoloses bit back a groan as he squirmed a little,  his cheeks darkening in color as a wave of pleasure washed over him and made his heart skip a beat.

“How romantic,” Naevys drawled teasingly, smiling a little as he picked up his glass and raised it a slight bit towards him. “Cheers, then. To a first,” Naevys said, tilting his head a bit, his eyes sparkling happily. Isoloses let out a shaky breath and reached out and grasped his mug, tapping it gently against Naevys’s as he moved it closer.

“Cheers,” Isoloses responded, smiling even as Naevys’s toes pressed down against the bottom of the head of his cock. Things kind of began to calm down after that, small talk flowing a little more freely between them. Isoloses was nervous, but he found himself relaxing a little, even with Naevys’s foot pressing against his cock. It was enough that it made his head swim just the slightest bit, made the familiar haze that usually encompassed him slightly tease at the corners of his mind.

Naevys was calm and relaxed, seemingly unbothered by the people around them. His voice flowed over Isoloses’s senses and with each of his little smiles and smirks, Isoloses found himself lost. Completely and totally lost. He wanted more, wanted this to be his forever.

He didn’t deserve this–no, he never deserved to be happy, but even as little hope as there was for him, Naevys was here. Naevys believed something in him was worth caring for, worth fixing, and … 

Perhaps it was selfish, maybe he was worse than his father for burdening Naevys with himself but he loved Naevys. Perhaps love wasn’t even right, because anything you love you should let go–but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. It was weak, and he was pathetic, but he could never let Naevys go. 

What he did know is that there was no question in his mind, when he pictured a future, the only future he pictured was one with Naevys in it. He was bound to Naevys, irrevocably and completely. He was Naevys’s, and he wanted Naevys to be his. He wanted this imperfectly perfect life forever. Even if love wasn’t the right word, then what word could sum up the depth of his feelings for Naevys? It was the only word that put his feelings into perspective in an understandable way.

“I love you.” Isoloses blurted out suddenly, his hand squeezing into a fist as he looked at Naevys. Naevys paused mid-sip on his drink, coughing a little as he choked on his drink. Naevys’s face flushed brightly and his eyes widened a little, even the tips of his ears beginning to tint a little. “I’m sorry, that was sudden, this is awkward,” Isoloses said, laughing a little as he scratched at the back of his head.

Naevys giggled a little, then, his eyes sparkling brightly.

“You beetle-headed buffoon, I love you too,” Naevys responded after a moment of giggling quietly. “I… am not a person who knows how to express feelings of appreciation or affection, but you are much more to me than a pawn or a pet.” Naevys continued quietly. Isoloses nodded his head. “I know that we’re about to have children, so… I want to do better. Try harder to express what I’m feeling more honestly.”

“I’m not either,” Isoloses said, smiling a little as he looked over at Naevys. “But we can learn together.”

“Indeed,” Naevys said, leaning forward a little. “Let’s finish up and eat. I would like to return home so that I can take your cock soon.” Naevys said confidently, making Isoloses nod his head and stuff a bite of food in his mouth pointedly. Naevys giggled and followed suit, his eyes sparkling mischievously as they met eyes.

Isoloses couldn’t wait to get home.

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The next morning, Isoloses woke up with Naevys to the sound of Laiex knocking on the door with Isoloses’s uniform for the royal guard. Isoloses had gotten up and taken the uniform before going straight to the shower. He was covered in cum and slick from having had sex the night previous and absolutely couldn’t show up to his first day working with Vampires smelling like he’d just fucked someone. After showering, Isoloses glanced down at the razor and then side-eyed the mirror for a moment, before his eyes darted to the uniform.

Isoloses sighed as he turned to look in the mirror, his hand running over his cheek cautiously. Demon’s hair grew at a substantially slower rate so he didn’t have to subject himself to staring at himself intently enough to shave. It truly was the little blessings, in the end, he supposed.

Isoloses sighed as he picked up the bag that the uniform had been delivered in and pulled out the shirt, jumping a little in surprise as a shiny mask fell down onto the countertop and Isoloses looked over it curiously. It made a small noise as it clattered down against the countertop with a clang. Isoloses’s eyes widened a little and he flushed as he took in the sight of the mask.

It was nice. A lot nicer than the one he currently had. It was just plain and connected around his ear so that the bottom of his face was covered. This mask, though, it was–not like that at all.

It was black, and it was meant to go over his eyes–or rather eyes because only one side of it actually covered his eye. The long side, which would reach to about his cheekbone, had gears fashioned in white gold, connecting to white gold springs that connected to other gears. Some of them were facing outwards while others were facing up so that they were flat on the surface of the mask. The eye hole on that side was covered with a black mesh and then a layer of fishnet. holding the fishnet and the mesh into place was a thin line of white gold which circled the entire eye. The portion of the mask which would cover his forehead, the top of his left eyebrow, and his nose was whatever black metal they used to make the black metal of the mask itself, with the white gold marbled and scattered through it.

The marbling effect faded off towards the side of his mask that reached his cheekbones but got more intense towards the side that only covered his eyebrow. The eyehole was lined with a tightly coiled spring made of white gold, and it sparkled. The entire thing sparkled. It was shiny, and– way too good for the likes of him. Too nice.

“Isoloses, what was that racket?” Naevys asked as he poked his head into the bathroom. Isoloses flushed a little and looked over at him, pointing towards the mask. “It’s nice. What happened? Did you drop it?” Isoloses nodded, flushing a little.

“I was going for the shirt and I didn’t notice it,” Isoloses responded, and Naevys nodded before turning on his heels and going to walk away. He hesitated for a moment, though, before he glanced back at him.

“It’ll look good on you,” Naevys said, before he promptly walked away, his heels clanging against the wooden floor as he scurried off. Isoloses watched him go for a moment before he smiled a little and glanced down at the mask. He nodded his head. He could do this. It was a nice gesture from Cassian, and Naevys thought the mask would look good on him. It was a gift. Something he didn’t deserve but had anyway.

Isoloses hurried through putting on his shirt and then tugged out the jacket. It was black, rather plain in terms of overall appearance, it didn’t stand out nearly as much as the mask did–but it was… professional. It had a black leather collar, with three buttons up the front with leather rectangles that had little d-rings along each one. Around the arm of the left sleeve, there were two leather bands that had a belt mechanism so he could adjust them, though the way they were placed seemed fine. On each side of the jacket, there were leather pockets with buttons, one of them was a little wider than the other– a crescent pouch, Isoloses realized as he examined it closer. The other seemed rather pointless, it was just a leather flap that seemed to serve no purpose.

Isoloses quickly unsnapped the buttons before he slid into them and looked over himself in the mirror. It didn’t look bad. The white shirt beneath the black jacket made him look a bit–respectable. Isoloses reached into the bag and pulled out the next thing, which was a set of leather belts and a white gold pocket watch with a chain on it. Suddenly, the d-rings made sense. Isoloses peeked around to catch sight of the fourth D-ring he hadn’t noticed initially. 

He pulled the leather belts out and clasped the end where the two connected on the one on his side before bringing them around and clasping them on the top two. Isoloses did the pocket watch next and frowned a little in confusion as he realized–he had nowhere to put it. After struggling with it for a few minutes, Isoloses called for Naevys’s assistance. Naevys peeked back into the bathroom and raised an eyebrow.

“Can you help? There’s–I don’t know where the pocket watch goes.” Isoloses admitted. Naevys giggled and nodded, stepping into the bathroom. He quickly rearranged the clasps Isoloses had placed so that the two straps were on the top and the bottom, with the pocket watch connected to the middle one. Naevys then popped open what Isoloses had thought was just a pointless flap for decoration and hooked the chain of it through the little flap before refastening the button. Naevys played with the white gold chains for a moment, before he stopped and hummed. “Thanks,” Isoloses said, blushing a little.

“Can you tie a tie?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses hesitated. No, he realized, he had no idea how to do that. Caelestes didn’t do suits and ties, they were much more prone to clothing that shows off skin–male and female alike. It was just more comfortable given that the temperature was rather high. Naevys nodded and reached into the bag and pulled out the white gold tie he was supposed to wear.

Naevys popped the collar of his white shirt up and buttoned the top button before he put the tie around the back of his shirt collar and measured it carefully into place before he began working on the knot. After a couple of seconds, he was adjusting it and slipped it into place. Naevys straightened his collar out quickly and then hoisted himself up onto the counter, parting his legs a bit as he leaned back and looked over him.

“I’m staying for assistance with dressing you,” Naevys said, and Isoloses nodded as he raised an eyebrow. The next thing to come out was his pants, which frankly, he probably should’ve put on first but he hadn’t really thought about it. Usually, it didn’t matter. Isoloses pulled the pants on, raising his jacket up with one hand as he tried to pull them up one-handed. It worked, but his shirt was not tucked into place. Naevys giggled and used his pointer finger to motion him closer. Isoloses didn’t even think before he was stepping closer thoughtlessly.

Naevys leaned forward and pulled his pants up, his hands neatly tucking his shirt into the waistband of his pants. Isoloses didn’t miss Naevys’s fingers brushing along his ass teasingly–or the little brush of Naevys’s hand on his cock but he didn’t mind it either. Naevys didn’t waste much time teasing him, however, and a moment later the buttons of the pants were done up and he let his jacket fall into place.

Naevys watched him for a moment before he hopped down off of the counter and turned to glance at him.

“I’ve you a couple of gifts,” Naevys said calmly, his cheeks darkening slightly as he turned his face towards the door and walked out of the bathroom motioning for Isoloses to wait. Isoloses did so, his eyes glancing around the room to keep from staring himself right in the eye. It didn’t take Naevys but a couple of seconds before he returned with two boxes, one slightly larger than the other.

“It’s not much, but I asked Cassian if I could take care of a few of the items you needed for your wardrobe,” Naevys said simply as he handed over the boxes. Isoloses took the bag that the stuff Cassian had given him and pushed it aside because it was empty, before setting the box down carefully to avoid sitting it on the mask. It was too nice to have something sat on top of it. Isoloses pulled open the first box that was a little smaller and his mouth dropped open.

It was a nice bag, that was connected to a waistband and had a strap to lace around his leg. The bag itself was fashioned in leather, and the belt matched–the same leather that was on the jacket, with white gold claps and d-rings. The leg strap had a belt strap so that it could be adjusted properly and the buckle was made of the same white gold as everything else. The zippers as well as all of the accents and decorations.

“This is a med kit. Every non-vampire is required to carry one in case they get injured on the job, but even without that, it’s a valuable tool to have. It contains everything you’ll need to treat most injuries until help can arrive.” Naevys explained. Isoloses nodded. He knew what a med kit was, though he’d never had one quite like this before. “Hook it around your hips beneath the jacket and then do the belt and make sure it fits then you can open the next box.” Isoloses nodded, quickly doing as he was told. Once everything was in the place where it was supposed to be, Naevys motioned toward the unused D-ring.

“When you stop by the weapons room to grab your sword, you just hook it right here on this, and it’ll be out of your way but still convenient,” Naevys explained, and Isoloses nodded. Despite the fact that the belt was under his jacket, because of the cut of the jacket, it was still easily accessible. Naevys nodded and motioned for him to continue so he opened the final box and his eyes widened. 

“How did you get these?” Isoloses asked, looking over the pair of boots he’d been eyeing in Caelestes. He could’ve bought them, but they were rather expensive and he was only spending a lot of money on Naevys, not so much himself.

“Someone owed me a favor,” Naevys said, smirking a little. “It’s no big deal.” It was a big deal, at least to him, but he knew what Naevys was doing. Making it seem like he meant nothing by it when it was his attempt at being kind. Isoloses appreciated it, not only because it was kind, but it was Naevys, and anything Naevys gave him made the gift three times as valuable if not more so.

“Thank you,” Isoloses said shyly, sitting down on the toilet seat to put on his boots. Their bed was not exactly a place he wanted to try to put on shoes–it was a wooden nest, for all intents and purposes, and it was a balancing act to keep from falling over if he sat on the side. Isoloses pulled on the boots and let out a happy sigh. He was excited.

Once his shoes were on, there was just one thing left, the mask. As he picked it up, it felt like a lump formed in the back of his throat. Nervousness, mainly. He didn’t deserve any of this and yet he had it. If nothing good lasts forever–well, where did that leave him? But on the same hand, if nothing ever changed, if he never put in the effort to change, then he’ll never move on past his father’s control.

The way it is now, he was giving his father exactly what he wanted pretty much. Even though he’d killed him, his control has never completely ended. And it wouldn’t, not until he stopped devaluing himself and living in the past. He couldn’t change his father, he couldn’t predict what Isandro would do next, he didn’t know what the future had in store for him… but no matter what the outcome was, he couldn’t keep letting his father’s words control him.

He wasn’t a great person, he wasn’t a hero, he wasn’t a savior–but he wasn’t entirely evil. He was capable of feeling attachment and empathy. He hated himself for what he had been, but until he shed the weight of his father’s control on him–his mental control, the control he conditioned into his brain that made him hate himself enough to consider death as a relief. He could talk about shit to Uysasera all day long, but if he wasn’t making moves himself outside of that to improve then he wasn’t doing much for himself.

Isoloses hesitated for a moment, letting his eyes slip shut as he let out a shaky breath.

Giving up the part of him that hated himself was the hardest part, it felt like betraying the ones who’d died directly at his hands, or by something he turned a blind eye to. Did he deserve that? Could he honestly ask for anything more than to hate himself for eternity for what he had done? He–He had done horrible things before, and he deserved to suffer infinite times over for the things he’d done.

Even if he deserved that, it wasn’t sustainable. Now that he had kids to worry about, now that he knew Naevys was his and his alone, now that things were settled… he couldn’t stay the way he was. He needed to be better, if not for himself, then for everyone around him who deserved better than for him to be on the brink of a meltdown simply from having to shave his face. He needed to be the kind of father for his children that his father had never been. He needed to be good , for them, to them. Isoloses opened his eyes and put the mask on his face, hooking it around the top shell of his ears before he glanced at the mirror.

“You look great,” Naevys said, leaning against the doorjamb. “Everyone there’s going to be drooling.” Isoloses flushed and shook his head.

“It does look good, but I’m not sure it’s that good,” Isoloses said, chuckling a little as he turned to face Naevys. “What time am I supposed to be there?” He asked curiously. Naevys hummed and glanced down at the watch hanging from his jacket.

“Ten minutes,” Naevys answered. Isoloses’s eyes widened in shock and Naevys giggled. “I’ll open you a portal. Come on, if we keep standing here I’m going to start taking first-day pictures with the polaroid.” Naevys teased. Isoloses chuckled and shook his head. “Bring me back something sweet on your way home.” Isoloses nodded his head and watched as Naevys cast a spell to open a portal through the bathroom doorway. “Have a good day, I’ll see you when you return.” Isoloses nodded.

“I’ll try. You too. Can’t wait.” He murmured quietly, pressing his lips to Naevys’s softly. Naevys giggled and returned the kiss for a moment, before pushing him away with a teasing smirk.

“Later, once you get home I’ll let you kiss me wherever you want,” Naevys said in a teasing tone. Isoloses chuckled and nodded his head before turning to the portal and stepping through the portal with a happy smile. Today was going to be a good day, he could already tell. 

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The first couple hours of his first shift were filled with a lot of paperwork and explanations. He was assigned a guard to shadow for three weeks for him to get the hang of everything, and he was the one who helped him with the paperwork. Cassian was not accepting visitors at the moment, the guard–Hieronymus Von Lormier, Hiero for short. He was rather quiet, all of the vampires were, but he seemed overall pretty pleasant. All the other guards donned hats, though Hiero had explained that Cassian changed his hat out for the mask.

Hiero didn’t know why, but either way, it worked out for him because he didn’t like wearing hats, he liked wearing hoods. There was a big difference. One he couldn’t tell was there, the other was nothing but a weight on his scalp. He knew it was a bit finicky but he was fine with literally anything else but that. 

The next couple of hours were mainly just him doing the expected. He followed Hiero around, introduced himself to a lot of the other guards, and they kept their eyes out for anyone who might be trespassing. Hiero explained that because the castle is government property, during the light moon cycle, anyone can come and go freely so to insure everyone’s safety guards stood by.

Apparently, there was a dungeon that was guarded heavily in the basement of the castle as well as a safe–or well, some word that sounded like gibberish but when Hiero explained what it was, Isoloses came to the logical conclusion it was just their word for Safe. Isoloses couldn’t help but worry about how it is decided who works where. Hiero had explained that there was no hierarchy in their ranks, everyone was paid exactly the same and when someone asked for a raise, everyone often ended up getting one as well. That sounded nice to him, he’d always struggled with asking for shit like that.

How was he really supposed to look at his father and go ‘your pay is shit, I want money,’ when his father could literally end him in a heartbeat? 

“Out of curiosity,” Isoloses asked, “How do they decide where everyone is stationed? I assume since the dungeon and the safe are in the basement, you need special clearance to guard there.” To his surprise, Hiero shook his head.

“It’s guarded heavily because it’s haunted,” Hiero said, not even an ounce of humor in his voice. “Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there was a servant who jumped from the top floor and landed on a silver pole.” He explained. “Plus all kinds of weird shit happens down there. That’s where the worst of the worst vampires spent their days before being executed.”

“Oh,” Isoloses said, raising an eyebrow. Someone clapped him on the shoulder as they sat down beside him, scoffing loudly.

“Yeah and the witches’ woods are cursed,” The guy said, snorting as he plopped his plate down on the dark wooden table in front of him. “Don’t let this guy get in your head, nothin’s in the dungeon, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“You forget we live in a world filled with vampires, elves, witches, and there are  dragons  in our history,” Hiero said flippantly. “Faeries visit occasionally bringing nothing but bad luck–” 

“That’s all just superstition. Trust me, it’s just a coincidence. Bad things happen all the time, this superstition shit is rubbish.” He shrugged in response. Hiero chuckled a bit and shrugged back at him, smirking a bit.

“Trust you? After I watched you set fire to something beneath the water? No chance.” Hiero said, and the guy balked, his cheeks heating up.

“I resent the notion that you feel superior to me because I didn’t realize a device with Lightning in it was electric.” Hiero outright laughed this time, making the guy’s face heat up even more as he huffed. Isoloses laughed this time, too, relief washing over him. This wasn’t that bad. Once he was done shadowing Hiero it’d probably be better because he could be by himself most of the time, but even without that separation, he could see himself getting along with Hiero.

“Says the one who came cryin’ to me when you swore you saw a ghost in the dungeon…” The guy responded, smirking as he leaned towards Isoloses. “Have you ever seen a vampire cry over a ghost? This guy, full-on sobbing–”

“Hey, it ran at me!” Hiero defended, crossing his arms. “I’m delicious and I know it! I don’t want some thousand-year-old vampire ghost feeding on me!” 

“So you call the single least intimidating person in the entire castle for backup?” Someone piped in from across the table, making Hiero shrug.

“I’m so used to screaming his name when something goes wrong it’s just a habit at this point,” Hiero shrugged nonchalantly, “Seems like every time something catches on fire, he’s somehow behind it.”

“That’s right,” Someone else said, giggling a little as they leaned across the table. “You remember the time you melted that expensive golden vase?” She asked, making him burst out laughing, his eyes widening a little.

“Oh fuck I forgot all about that vase. I wonder if I ever managed to pay it off.” He wondered aloud, scratching at the back of his head. “Oh well, you win some, you lose some.” He said, shrugging.

“Maybe you should start carrying a weapon instead of relying on the magic,” Hiero cut in, making the guy shake his head.

“I can’t wield a weapon, I promised my mom.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Isoloses turned to look at him, then, just merely because he hadn’t really even seen him yet and when he caught sight of him, his eyes widened a little bit. Bright blue eyes and sterling black hair that framed his face–one that… Isoloses swore was just a little similar to Ilsa’s. His skin was lighter than Ilsa’s ever dreamed of being, but– “I have to use magic. Regardless, Cassian said it was fine so…” The guy stuck his middle finger up along with sticking his tongue out, and Isoloses caught sight of the little white gold piercing in it.

“You’ll be the death of us all,” Hiero sighed deeply, and the guy giggled and shrugged, turning to glance up at Isoloses.

“Altair,” He introduced himself, poking out his hand, “Hiero’s cool, just don’t get caught up in the ghost mumbo jumbo and you’ll be fine.”

“I’m Isoloses,” Isoloses said. Before things could start to get awkward, someone else started talking and broke the nervousness Isoloses felt. He wasn’t scared of ghosts, frankly, the castle in Caelestes is said to be haunted as well. Everywhere something bad has ever occurred is rumored to be haunted at one point in time or another. If it hasn’t been yet, just give it a few more years.

He knew what dungeons were used for. He’d honestly like to avoid working in the dungeon area at all costs–but not because of the rumored ghosts. He just wasn’t ready to go down to a dungeon ever again. He never wanted to, and if he could avoid having to for work purposes, that’d be totally ideal. He just… the thought of a dungeon and what he’d seen previously in Caelestes lent to more than just a few feelings of terror.

“Don’t worry,” Hiero affirmed. “There is no need to work in the dungeon–we’re allowed to pick our stations, to answer your earlier question. If we wish to swap places we can. Hell, if we wanted to go guard the library in Ilyenasera we could as long as the rosters were not full.”

“Ah,” Isoloses said, nodding his head as relief flowed through him. That didn’t sound too bad. He could just never sign up to work in the dungeon and if he made sure he was always the first one to the roster, he could pick wherever he wanted to be. Granted the vampires definitely had the advantage there, given they could teleport. He’d just have to make it his personal mission to get there first when he could and within the first 10 whenever he couldn’t be first. Seemed fair enough.

“It’s time for us to break off again, Isoloses. You ready?” Hiero asked. Isoloses nodded. He had practically devoured his food in half a second when he got it because it smelled so good he couldn’t help it. The food was fantastic, he could honestly probably eat like twelve more plates of whatever he just had without complaints. It was just so good and considering that vampires didn’t eat it was a little interesting to know that they could cook so well.

“Ready,” Isoloses agreed as he grabbed his plate. “It was nice meeting you.” Altair nodded his head and smiled.

“Nice to meet you as well!” Altair responded, turning to smile over his shoulder as Isoloses stood up. “Have fun!” he called teasingly as Isoloses followed Hiero towards where the dirty dishes were stacked.

“Just put your plate here and we’ll be on our way,” Hiero explained, putting his plate down on top of one of the stacks. Isoloses nodded and copied him before he followed behind him and out of the dining hall, leaving behind the all too loud and rambunctious dining room. It wasn’t really loud per Caelestes standards, but it was loud per Vampire standards. 

He was still having a fair bit of fun, he knew work shouldn’t really be fun, at least that’s what he’d always been taught. That didn’t matter, though, because he felt refreshed. All he could think about was how nice it was to work for someone who didn’t wish for the other realm’s demise. Either way, for the most part, there wasn’t a lot of work to really be done up to this point, either. It was patrolling and keeping a vacant expression mostly, and occasionally investigating something that sounds like people but turns out to just be an animal in the bushes outside or a tree branch hitting the window. 

It wasn’t hard work like the work in Caelestes had been, but this–it was good.

He wouldn’t be losing sleep over anything he did here on the regular, that was for sure. He knew one thing for certain, however. He could handle this job, and it definitely wouldn’t be as annoying as running around with Okey and Elija was. He liked both of them, but it was tedious to be in the middle like that. Frankly, he kind of thought making them work together alone would be for the best anyway–perhaps it’d force them to meet halfway and work together more efficiently.

Or maybe it’d force them to get new partners, which could also be good in a different way. He didn’t get the feeling they disliked each other so perhaps working together could be achieved if they were pushed to do so. As Naevys was no longer doing as many errands–he did the ones that weren’t a nuisance to him, and the others were pushed off. Perhaps he’d still even get to work with them if he understood correctly because the royal guards and the royal intelligence agency worked pretty closely together.

Royal guards guard the royal intelligence agency all the time, as it was a government building, so he might even still get to see them. It’d be nice, especially if he weren’t being pulled to one side or another by having to decide who was right and who was wrong.

Hiero caught his attention as they passed a room and started talking about how it’d been transformed into a library to house military records and Isoloses turned his attention to Hiero instead of his thoughts. It wasn’t all that interesting on a large scale, but it didn’t really matter. He would need to know this stuff were he to have to guard the room or whatever, so he didn’t count it as pointless just because it wasn’t interesting.

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When Isoloses returned home, it was just as the dark moon was beginning to rise from the northernmost corner of the sky. The light moon was still out, though it was heading down and out of sight. Isoloses felt food, less tired, and achy than usual because he’d not been walking hills or anything as he had been with Okey and Elija. Isoloses had stopped by the bakery in Ilyenasera and picked up Naevys a bag of baked goods to make up for his absence–as well as to fulfill his request.

He had already planned on getting him something on his way home regardless, but Naevys asking just made it all the more warranted. He first went to Naevys’s office, but once he realized he wasn’t there, he headed for their bedroom. His second guess was correct, Naevys was already in bed. Or rather, laying atop the sheets in one of Isoloses’s shredded long-sleeved shirts.

On him, it just looked like it was fuzzy or something because he was slim enough that the shredded layers didn’t even pull apart to show any skin. The biggest of the holes let his skin show through, but that was mainly from Isoloses getting slashed at when he was wearing them thanks to him being a combat instructor for years. 

“Welcome home,” Naevys purred teasingly, resting his hand down on his abdomen as he rolled over to face him. “I…” He hesitated for just a brief moment, “I missed you.” Isoloses smiled as he walked forward and handed Naevys his bag of baked goods.

“I missed you too,” Isoloses said without hesitation. If Naevys was taking a step, so was he. He’d meet him in the middle of any discussion he ever wanted to have.

“You look so hot all dressed up in a uniform like that,” Naevys said, his eyes roaming over him hungrily. “I’m sure you had a long day,” Naevys said as he took the bag and shifted around in the nest until he was sitting upright with his legs crossed. Isoloses shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the nest carefully, unlacing his shoes.

“It wasn’t bad,” Isoloses said, “I actually really enjoyed it.”

“Good,” Naevys said as he reached into the bag and pulled out one of the baked goods. “Strip and get ready, as soon as I’ve eaten this pudding, I’m going to ride you until you can’t cum anymore,” Naevys said, smirking teasingly.

“Slowly, right?” Isoloses said, worry seeping into his tone a bit despite himself. “I don’t want to hurt you or the babies.”

“I’ll let you control the speed, given you look so cute with a worried expression on your face.” Naevys said, “But don’t forget who’s in charge. I’m still calling the shots.” Isoloses raised his hands, amusement washing over him.

“You’re the boss,” Isoloses agreed as he toed off his boots, smiling a little to himself. He caught sight of Naevys shoveling pudding into his mouth from the corner of his eye and it brought a smile to his face immediately.

He, for once in his life, didn’t feel suffocated by the past. He was happy, and that was it. He was really beginning to get a taste of life without the shackles he’d been held back by for years, and he liked it. Even if he never managed to redeem himself, to atone for everything he’d done, he refused to spend another moment letting his father dictate his self-worth.

His worth could only be decided by one person in his mind, and that was Naevys. Perhaps a problem for a different day, but… everything was fine and perfect, and Isoloses couldn’t dream of a single thing changing at that moment.

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When Isoloses woke up, he couldn’t help but notice that the light moon was significantly higher than it usually was when he woke up. For a moment, a shock of nervousness shot through him and he jolted up off the mattress, nearly falling out in his haste to check the calendar hanging on his side of the nest. He let out a relieved noise as he realized it was a weekend. He didn’t have work today, he wasn’t late.

Isoloses let himself fall back against the bed and he sighed happily, his eyes slipping closed as he began to fall back asleep again. His arm reached out for Naevys, planning on pulling him back towards him, but instead, his hand hit the cold sheet on the bed. Isoloses’s hand searched for a moment before realization washed over him.

Ah, yes, the kids, he thought as he blinked open his eyes, trying to push the fog from his mind. Isoloses usually had weekends off, it was nothing new–everyone in the royal guard has one of two schedules–a schedule where they work the weekend and nothing else, or a schedule where they work the weekdays. Isoloses preferred working the weekdays because it lined up with when Naevys worked and it allowed him to spend the weekends with Naevys and the kids without interruption.

As they had nannies, it was easier for them that way–then the nannies have the weekends off and neither Isoloses nor Naevys had to juggle the three of them all alone. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, as proven by this very event. Even if Isoloses loved his job and being able to work around Ilsa, it was hard to deny that between kids and work he was tired. Naevys refused to wake him up on the first day of his break from work so he could sleep in.

Isoloses had expressed that he didn’t really think it was fair given that Naevys didn’t get the same luxury but Naevys had shrugged the comment off with a simple: you worry too much. Sleep in on 

Yllajyre, it’s not the end of the world. Isoloses knew that, but even so–he felt selfish whenever he slept in. He couldn’t quite help it, given that Naevys also worked and could probably use the extra sleep as well. Even so, if Isoloses slept through Naevys’s alarm and his own, there was no helping it if Naevys wouldn’t wake him up.

Isoloses pulled himself out of the nest and stretched, letting out a yawn, before he scratched at his abdomen. He really did feel better after sleeping like that, though. Days just never felt long enough to Isoloses in Tenebris, even though the days were only four hours shorter than in Caelestes. He headed straight for his clothes, grateful that he’d showered the night before. It was cool enough in Tenebris that he didn’t sweat at night here, so as long as he showered the night before he could shower in the evening–at least on the weekends. 

During the week he showered one time in the morning so he’d smell good during work, and once when he got home from work because often he was sore. The injuries from being in the army were less than thrilled from being up on his feet a lot, especially his back and knees, but even so it was rewarding.

The warm water felt like heaven on his aching muscles, and he couldn’t help but stand there sometimes and just enjoy the way it felt on his skin. Use to he’d take rather tepid showers–and he still did when he had work because warm showers made him sweat–but now he was a little addicted to the warm showers as well.

Isoloses quickly got dressed before he exited the room and headed towards the playroom. Each of the kids had their own room, but then they had a playroom for them to all play together in. It was easier than trying to deal with disputes over toys–each child had their own toys which were kept in their bedrooms, and then the shared toys were shared without conflict. It seemed fair enough to both he and Naevys, so if it worked and kept the peace between the three of them, it was going to keep being used.

When Isoloses reached the playroom he heard giggles through the shut door and he smiled a bit before he opened the door and stuck his head in. All three of the kids were sitting at a table coloring with Naevys, the kids in chairs, and Naevys just kneeling down in front of the table. At the sound of the door opening, Naevys glanced up and smirked at him, his black eyes sparkling a little as they scanned over him.

Noticing Naevys wasn’t coloring anymore, Aire glanced up and a large smile crossed his face. A’Isari and Aywin were quick to turn to look up as well.

“DADDY!” It was chorused as all three of them stood up and quickly ran forward, A’Isari and Aywin latching onto his leg, while Aire slowed down and flung open a portal with his hand, jumping through it. Isoloses glanced around the room for a moment concerned, before he felt Aire land on his shoulders, his small hands curling into his hair.

“Good morning,” Isoloses answered, “Having fun playing with papa?” Isoloses asked as he patted A’Isari and Aywin on the backs softly.

“Yeah! We were coloring! Papas way better at it than you are!” Aywin giggled as he raised his arms for Isoloses to pick him up. Naevys laughed and stood up, walking over to Aywin. He leaned over and picked him up, holding him out for Isoloses to take. Isoloses did, laughing a little as he balanced him on his hip before glancing down at A’Isari.

“You too, huh?” Isoloses asked as A’Isari poked out his bottom lip and widened his black eyes a bit, his bright red iris contrasting against the black of his sclera adorably. Isoloses smiled despite himself and glanced up at Naevys, who nodded and picked up A’Isari and handed him to Isoloses.

“Aire you hold on tight to daddy,” Naevys instructed as Aire reached up towards the ceiling. Aire paused and nodded, his hand coming back down to curl into Isoloses’s hair with the other one. “Do you think there’s room for a fourth?” Naevys teased, stepping forward to press against his chest a bit, his long lashes fluttering a bit before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Isoloses’s lips.

“Mmm, good morning.” He murmured as Naevys pulled away from him, fighting the urge to whine. Naevys giggled a little, his eyes sparkling knowingly. “What’d I miss this morning, hm?” Isoloses questioned.

“Just coloring, and breakfast,” Naevys said as the kids all started rambling about different things. Isoloses chuckled and nodded. “How’d you sleep?” He asked as he walked around Isoloses, tickling Aire’s sides teasingly before he pulled him off of Isoloses’s shoulders. The heels of his boots clinking against the floor sounded and Isoloses turned around. Aire whined, crossing his arms as he pouted. “Aire, you’re going to fall,” Naevys said with finality.

Aire huffed and pouted more but stopped complaining after a minute and settled into Naevys’s arms.

“I slept well,” Isoloses said, “Woke up panicked ’cause I thought I was going to be late for work.” Isoloses laughed quietly, his eyes running over to the kids. “And what are you three planning on doing this evening?” 

“We’re having dinner guests, member?!” A’Isari said, tossing one of his arms out. “Uncle Ilsa and Uncle Cassian are coming over! With Iden and Ilan!” Isoloses paused for a moment, realization coursing through him. Right, he’d forgotten all about it.

“I remember,” Isoloses said, and Naevys laughed and shook his head. “So what are the three of you going to wear, then?” Isoloses asked, and all three of them shrugged and looked to Naevys. Naevys sighed and bounced Aire up on his hip a little bit higher.

“I was thinking we’d put them in the outfits I bought them a couple of weeks ago at that children’s boutique in Alyvahone,” Naevys said, and Isoloses nodded. “But until it’s time to get them ready, perhaps we should get you some breakfast and them a light snack.” Isoloses smiled and nodded, letting Naevys step around him before he turned to follow him. A’Isari and Aywin giggled loudly and clung onto his shirt as he carried them towards the dining room. Isoloses couldn’t have fought off the smile on his face if he had of wanted to.

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“You can’t catch me, ha-haha-ha-ha!” Aire giggled as he zoomed around Isoloses’s legs and tossed his shirt at him. For an almost four-year-old, he was fast. His siphoning ability was really the worst part of chasing him, even though that sounded a little silly. Aire was a special child from the very day he was born.

“Aire! Aire Ryn!” Isoloses called as he tried to reach out and grasp his wrist but Aire vanished. Like Isoloses, Aire was a siphon with the ability to copy other abilities–but only when they’re being used. As a three-year-old, whenever he touched something, he’d drain a little energy at a time from beings– however , if they were using their abilities when he did it, he just copied the ability with a single touch. 

Thanks to a portal Naevys opened when he was a baby, which he’d then walked up to and grabbed , completely replicating the spell’s ability. It was then that Isoloses realized, he was fucked. Having the ability to replicate a spell without reciting the spell is something not even Isoloses could do. Thanks to that, he was a menace with a self-filling bottle–or anything that he wanted. On his elven side, he was particularly good at controlling the wind, and when combined with a portal, he was constantly getting himself whatever he wanted while he was in his baby bed.

Iden was learning to blink, and he’d blinked Aire from his and Ilan’s playroom in Cassian’s castle and down to the garden. It took maybe a couple of seconds and Aire had completely replicated his ability and then he was an even bigger menace. Having the ability to blink wherever he wanted and understanding he could do it at such a young age was not fantastic in Isoloses’s book. He wasn’t old enough to understand why he shouldn’t do it. At night now, they had to put a charm on his room so that he couldn’t blink because he liked to blink to Cassian’s castle into Iden’s room.

They just didn’t want him disappearing in the middle of the night at three, it didn’t seem unfair in the slightest. And he’d also taken to blinking into their room at night to sleep in the nest with them which wasn’t as bad as blinking to a whole different city, but it posed its own complications… They also worried and didn’t want to have him blink into their room while they were doing something he wasn’t old enough to understand. He hadn’t done it yet, his timing had been good, but it was still something that they didn’t want to risk.

Naevys had taken A’Isari and Aywin to get them dressed while Isoloses was supposed to take care of dressing Aire. Isoloses was grateful for only having to do Aire because he did not like having his clothes changed at all. Isoloses was fairly used to that, but trying to do all three of the kids together led to chaos. Aire was the strongest of the three, one of them with the most demon DNA out of all of them. He was the first baby Naevys conceived, and as such he was a few weeks older than his littler brothers–though they were close enough it didn’t really even matter.

All three of them had a singular thing in common–their scleras were black like Naevys’s eyes, however, they had Iris’s like Isoloses had. Red ones, which contrasted against the black of their eyes in a rather intense way. As for their hair, well–it was mixed. Aire’s hair was black and looked just like Isoloses’s, A’Isari’s hair was stark black and it faded to a light white at the tips, and then there was Aywin whose hair was black and grey. Their skin was all a little darker than Naevys’s, with slightly different complexions between each of them.

“Aire, if you cooperate with me and let me dress you, I will give you a cookie,” Isoloses said after a few minutes of chasing Aire around his room, Aire paused, his lips pursing a bit as he stared Isoloses down for a moment.

“…A cookie?” Aire asked, tilting his head to the side curiously as his wide eyes sparkled with excitement. Isoloses nodded his head.

“But you have to cooperate,” Isoloses reiterated, “That means no more running around your room in your underwear, putting your arms through the sleeves of your shirt, and stepping into your pants. Then let me put socks and shoes on you.”

“Guh-ross,” Aire said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. “I don’t like shoes and socks.”

“But we’re talking about cookies here,” Isoloses reasoned, raising an eyebrow. Aire paused for a moment, his lips pursing as he hummed dramatically for a moment, and then his red eyes met Isoloses’s.

“I want a cookie,” Aire said, his voice ringing with excitement. “I’ll be good,” Aire said with finality. Isoloses nodded his head and reached down, grasping Aire before he could change his mind, and lifted him up so that he was able to sit him down on his bed and grabbed the outfit off of his nightstand. Aire held his hands up pointedly and Isoloses laughed. Perhaps bribing his children wasn’t the best way to go about it, but he refused to raise his voice like his father had so he had to make do.

It didn’t take long for Isoloses to have Aire dressed and ready to go down to the dining hall after that. Bribery worked well with an almost four-year-old, and while Isoloses would undoubtedly have to figure out a more long-term way to handle his resistance when he was older, it was good enough for the moment.

If he wasn’t on a time limit, he might’ve tried something different to get him to behave, like putting him in time out, but that only worked when he had time to kill and Ilsa, Cassian, and both of their children were going to be at Naevys’s castle soon.

Isoloses smiled as he led Aire into the dining room, catching sight of A’Isari and Aywin sitting on one side of the table with Naevys across from them. They were in booster seats so that they could reach, and their outfits matched Aire’s perfectly. Isoloses carried Aire over to his seat and sat him down beside his brothers before he walked over to the cookie jar and grabbed three out and handed them to the kids.

He couldn’t give just Aire one, it’d be unfair to the other two. Naevys shot him a dirty look and glanced over at Aire before his eyes moved back to Isoloses.

“You bribed him again, didn’t you?” Naevys said, the beginnings of a smirk beginning to tease the corners of his lips. Isoloses nodded hesitantly, scratching the back of his head. “Iso, we will talk about this after the kids are in bed.” Isoloses hummed in response, unable to help the smirk pulling up the corners of his lips.

While the kids were unaware, Isoloses knew to read between the lines. Naevys was definitely just looking for a reason to vine him to the bed, and Isoloses was more than willing to let whatever excuse Naevys found work. He wasn’t one to complain if it meant that Naevys was going to ride him until his brain melted out of his head.

“Sure,” Isoloses agreed as he walked to where Naevys was sitting and put his hands on Naevys’s shoulders, leaning over to press a kiss to his head. Naevys flushed, pointedly ignoring him as he turned his attention to replacing the centerpiece on the table so that it was where he wanted it. Isoloses smiled a bit and watched Naevys for a couple of minutes, his eyes darting back and forth between Naevys and the kids.

It wasn’t but a couple of minutes before there was a knock at the front door, announcing Ilsa and Cassian’s arrival. Before Isoloses had the chance to go get the door, he heard Laiex’s footsteps against the wooden floor heading towards the door, so he decided to just wait in the dining room.

“Aire, A’Isari, Aywin,” Naevys said, crossing his arms, “I want the three of you to be on your best behavior, alright? No blinking, portals, or any other magic at the dinner table,” He looked pointedly at Aire, “No gambling your food in a bet,” His eyes moved to Aywin, “No throwing food at each other or the guests at the table,” Naevys paused as his eyes landed on A’Isari. “And absolutely no fit pitching from any of you.” 

“Yes, papa,” The three of them chorus as Laiex pushed open the door. As soon as the boys caught sight of Iden and Ilan, all of them were squirming around and alternating between calling each of them as they tried to escape their chairs. Iden was quick to take his seat beside Aire and Ilan took his seat beside Aywin as Naevys greeted Ilsa and Cassian quietly.

After sharing some brief small talk with Ilsa and Cassian, the waitstaff came with dinner and prompted all of the adults to move over to the table as well. Once everyone had their food and drinks, most of the talking died out in favor of eating. Cassian busied himself with feeding Ilsa, as all he had sitting in front of him was a cup of blood, the same as both Iden and Ilan. Cassian didn’t seem particularly interested in it even if it was sitting there, though Ilan had grabbed his own cup and sucked half of it down before Ilsa got the chance to tell him to slow down.

Aire, A’Isari, and Aywin were talking amicably with Iden and Ilan, albeit the conversation was probably much less interesting for either of the older two–but they indulged all three kids anyway. Iden carried himself in a way that reminded him of only one person– Ilsa.

Iden was quiet around most, his head usually always stuck in a book when Isoloses encountered him at the castle during work. Iden was more than just a little intelligent and a little ahead, he was far more intelligent than he even let other people see on the regular. Isoloses had been granted the ability to watch Iden grow from when he was a baby to the eight-and-a-half-year-old he currently was, and Isoloses could tell when he was around people his age, his actions were intentionally childish as opposed to the actual childishness most children exhibit.

Compared to Jixane when she was four, Isoloses’s kids were about to the same point of development–but Ilsa’s children grew twice as fast. Well kind of. Since Isoloses had missed Iden as a newborn, he couldn’t say how quickly Iden developed but Ilan he got to see the day after he was born and then saw him frequently at work each weekday. Ilan grew very rapidly as an infant, so much so that within the first six months, he was walking and talking… however after about ‘two’ they begin to grow slightly less rapidly, and age a year per half a years time.

Long story short, a single year of growth for Aire, A’Isari, and Aywin was an entire calendar year when vampires aged at double that speed. So while Iden was only about seven to eight months old when Ilan was born, he was physically two years old. All that math made Isoloses’s head hurt a bit, admittedly.

As much as he loved Iden and Ilan, and even respected Cassian, he wouldn’t want to have to solve complex equations to know how old his kids were.

“By the way,” Iden said quietly, his purple and blue eyes running across Isoloses, Naevys, and then Cassian, before he peeked at Ilsa. “Do you think that I could pitch an idea for a new device?” Iden asked.

“Hm?” Ilsa hummed around a mouth full of food, as Cassian said, “Sure,” and Isoloses chuckled quietly. The pair of them were only growing more and more in sync over the years, he swore.

“I was reading a book, from the human world on technology.” Iden responded, “And we are nowhere near as focused on technology, and through copious hours of studying I came up with a design and list of materials we can use to construct our own wireless communication devices.” Cassian hummed as if the fact that Iden, an eight-a-half-year-old, properly used the words ‘copious’, ‘construct’, and ‘communication’ was just an everyday occurrence.

Isoloses felt like he needed to be the one studying sometimes. 

“That sounds interesting.” Naevys piped in, leaning forward a bit. “What materials would you need to start working on it, hm?” Naevys asked. Iden put his fork down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket before he handed it to Naevys. Naevys unfolded it and skimmed over the list for a couple of seconds before nodding.

“Electric pink Avalrthoclase?” Naevys asked, and Iden nodded.

“It comes in many color variations, however, the pink Avalrthoclase is used by witches to create witches’ glass,” Iden explained, and Naevys nodded his head. Cassian hummed quietly. “I know exactly how to build it, so if I can just have the materials then I can construct a prototype.”

“Iden, that sounds rather dangerous, isn’t it?” Ilsa asked worriedly, and Iden shook his head.

“It shouldn’t be,” Iden said confidently. “I’ve researched very carefully, I know the spell inside and out, and I know I can do it,” Iden said.

“I can give you half the ingredients on this list if Cassian gives you the other half,” Naevys said, placing the list down on the table. Ilsa reached out for it and his eyes ran over it before he passed it to Cassian. Cassian glanced over it and nodded his head.

“I’ll go half.” Cassian said, “And I’ll provide a bit of assurance for your mother as well, and will have Caedmon and Shadow assist with any spells required.” Iden nodded his acceptance.

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Ilsa said, nodding his head.

“Thank you!” Iden said happily, picking his fork back up. Iden immediately started shoveling food into his mouth, radiating excitement as Ilan started talking about classes at the Ilyenasera School of Magic. While Iden was talking, Ilan was eating, so now that Iden was done speaking, Ilan was finished eating already so he could talk for hours.

The air around them all felt warm and comfortable, the conversation flowing easily. It was a drastic shift from when Isoloses had first moved to Tenebris. Not only did he have three almost four-year-olds, a life partner, and a home, and his father was dead–all immensely good things in his mind–he also was forgiven by Ilsa. He was making amends for his wrongdoings through the Royal Guard and he was happy.

He was content with his life, something he never thought he’d be able to say. Thoughtlessly, Isoloses let one of his hands fall to rest on Naevys’s thigh, squeezing it just a bit. Naevys side-eyed him with a teasing smirk, his fork pausing in mid-air briefly.

“Problem?” He asked teasingly, raising a delicate black eyebrow as he peered up at him. Isoloses shook his head.

“Nope, no problems here.” He answered quietly, squeezing his thigh once again. Naevys giggled and nodded, stuffing the bite of food into his mouth. The conversation soon switched from Ilan to Cassian, and then Ilsa began chiming in more, and before they all knew it, the kids were running off to go play with Iden and Ilan in the playroom while the four of them sat around the dining room table talking quietly about this and that.

Nothing too serious, nothing too meaningful, just a simple, happy conversation. Isoloses was so happy, he didn’t really care what they talked about truthfully, just being able to be close to both Naevys and Ilsa like this was plenty enough to keep him satisfied.

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Isoloses walked into the bedroom and glanced back over his shoulder to insure none of the children followed him out of their rooms before he slid the door shut quietly. Isoloses turned back around and caught sight of Naevys sprawled out in the nest, his hair damp and disheveled against the pillow he was resting on. He was naked, completely, the only thing still remaining on his body was a thin anklet, and with each shift of his body, the charms jingled together making a pleasant sound and luring Isoloses’s attention there.

“Kids asleep?” Naevys asked, and Isoloses nodded his head. If they were still awake, they would’ve followed him from their room crying, he knew that well enough. “Good,” Naevys said as he shifted around to where he was on his knees in the center of the nest, his knees pushed apart far enough that Isoloses couldn’t help but run his eyes over Naevys’s thighs hungrily.

“Master,” Isoloses murmured as he stepped closer to the nest, his hands reaching down for his belt. Naevys nodded and smirked, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he looked up at Isoloses with a mischievous expression written all over his face.

“Get your leash and collar, give them to me, and then strip,” Naevys commanded. Isoloses nodded and immediately walked to the closet, grabbing the locked wooden box that Naevys kept his collar and leash in. He carried it over to Naevys and sat it down gently in front of him before he stepped back and began undressing.

Once he was naked Naevys motioned him forward more, so Isoloses stepped forward until his shins were pressing against the wooden edge of the nest. Naevys smirked as he murmured the spell to unlock the box. Once it was unlocked, he flipped open the lid and pulled out Isoloses’s collar. The leash was still attached from the last time, and it made Isoloses’s heart race in excitement just looking at it. Naevys brought the collar up and wrapped it around Isoloses’s neck, clasping it into place.

“Have you been a good boy for me, today, Isoloses?” Naevys asked as he let go of the clasp and took the leash into his hand. Isoloses nodded his head, his hands itching to reach out and grip onto Naevys’s hips.

“I’ve been really good,” Isoloses answered, his eyes darting over Naevys’s face pleadingly. Naevys giggled and nodded his head, yanking Isoloses’s leash so that he was bending over the edge of the nest. Naevys hummed and leaned up a bit, his free hand going up to loosely tangle in Isoloses’s hair.

“Really good, hm?” Naevys pondered quietly, “What do you think your reward should be for your good behavior, then?” Isoloses’s hands went to rest on Naevys’s waist, pulling him closer to his chest. Naevys allowed it, clasping his lips in another kiss. Isoloses let out a moan, one of his hands sliding from Naevys’s waist to his lower back, desperate to feel Naevys’s skin beneath his fingertips.

“Can I fuck you?” Isoloses asked breathlessly, pressing his cock against Naevys. Naevys let out a quiet laugh and tugged him down a little more as he shifted back so his weight was resting on his heels. “Please?” Isoloses pleaded, his cock pulsing angrily between his legs as he stared down at Naevys. For a moment, silence encompassed them and then Naevys hummed teasingly.

“You’ll follow my instructions like a good boy?” Naevys murmured, his eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit bedroom.

“Yes!” Isoloses said, nodding his head earnestly, his hands squeezing a little around his waist. “I will do anything you tell me, always,” Isoloses admitted. Naevys giggled teasingly, his arms looping around Isoloses’s neck, the leash still wrapped in Naevys’s hand.

“Always, as in forever?” Naevys drawled, and Isoloses nodded his head.

“Forever, eternally, permanently, unceasingly, invariably–until death do we part,” Isoloses said, “Until my immortal heart ceases to beat,” Isoloses continued, “Even after that.” 

“If your heart ever ceases to beat, I will reach into the afterlife and pull you back by your hair,” Naevys said, his tone unwaveringly confident. Isoloses chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

Truthfully, he’d expect nothing less from Naevys. He would walk on beaches made of glass and swim through oceans made of chemicals if it meant staying with Naevys until the end of their time. He wasn’t permitted to die until Naevys did, and honestly, it seemed like an even tradeoff. Naevys had forever, and so did he. As long as both of them kept away from trouble, they could, in theory, live an eternity.

 Isoloses had no qualms with that outcome–forever had been a burden at one time, but now it was a gift. A gift that he’d spend every moment of forever cherishing. 

[ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚍 ]

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The art for the picture backgrounds came from an AI Art Generator, and the 3D models were made using VRoid Studios. Some of the clothing, accessories, and hairstyles are free for use from VRoid Studios , such as the triplets by VRoid Studios and I edited them to suit the needs of my characters. I keep everything organized by what it is (For example, all of the hair textures are in one folder labeled hair textures, all of the eye textures are kept in a folder labeled eye textures etc) so I have no idea who to credit for the individual items that I’ve used on the models from other people. If you see something you made and would like to be credited, or if you know who made the texture, please feel free to reach out to me and give me the Boothe account.

Any textures I used were found on Boothe by searching: VRoid Textures > Filtering price low to high. Because I don’t want to be giving credit to the wrong person, I’d prefer to see the listing. I know how hard it is to make VRoid textures, and I would hate to give the wrong person credit for something that took hours and hours of hard work.

Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoy the pictures of Isoloses, Naevys, and their triplets. For reference, the kids in the pictures are; Aire Ryn - 5, A’Isari Milelin - 5, and Aywin Nelaire - 5.   I know the characters might look a bit mature for their age, but the program isn’t really meant to make ‘children’ models, so I kinda just had to work with what I had. I do plan to age up these models for future parts of this series, so this will not be the only time you see them… just next time they’ll be older. I’ve considered doing like, a photo sequence to show them aging, also, I just kind of thought it’d be interesting. If anyone’s interested in that, let me know.