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"I'm ready. I want this. I want you." |
The sparkle of desire and determination in his eyes is nothing Varis has ever seen before, and Kilvir feels fucking fantastic. Never before has he been able to say it. Never before has he been able to make the choice. Now he can. |
"I... Me too. I trust you "Vir." |
"Agree to tell me if anything feels uncomfortable?" Kilvir pants lightly. |
"Yes. Yes of course. You better do the same." And Varis smiles up at the tiefling. |
The two untangle long enough for Kilvir to actually stand up, take a deep breath, and pull his underwear down. It definitely threw Varis off for a moment to not be greeted with Kilvir's cock and instead Kilvir's cunt. Varis looks to Kilvir's face respectfully. Kilvir takes his underwear off and chucks them to the side before he can hesitate, and reclaims his position between Varis" legs. It was clear that Kilvir was shaking slightly, clearly nervous again, as he chewed his bottom lip. |
"Hey, "Vir." Varis starts with, a sweet smile on his face as he looks at Kilvir with adoration. Kilvir's shoulders untense. |
Kilvir's tail flicks gently again, and he closes his eyes momentarily to take another breath. He opens his eyes and looks at Varis. He's with Varis. Kilvir won't allow himself to delay this any longer; he wants this and he knows this. He doesn't have to be afraid. He knows he's safe. He feels himself grin for the first time during an act of sex. |
"Here... wrap your legs around my hips." Kilvir guides Varis, who obliges without question, wrapping his legs around Kilvir's hips; subsequently rubbing his hard cock against Kilvir's wet cunt, and the two moan in unison. |
"Ngh- hah- that- felt really good!" Varis whines out, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Kilvir's neck again. |
"You-You're right... hells. Fff-fuck." Kilvir groans, and finds himself grinding against Varis again. |
Varis pulls Kilvir down and buries his face in the tiefling's neck where Kilvir's brown hair was flowing down his shoulders. The cleric continuously moans loudly with each movement from Kilvir, his legs tightening their grip around Kilvir's hips. The two companions moan, pant and whine in unison, both of them experiencing new sensations that felt absolutely spectacular. Kilvir's tail quickly curls itself around Varis" waist to feel closer and more grounded with the elf. Varis on the other hand tries to speak, tries to remind Kilvir it's just him, but with how overwhelmed he feels with all of these new sensations, he's already reduced to a panting and mewling mess. |
After a good rut against each other, Kilvir soon stops, panting and breathing heavily. "Varis... think you're ready?" |
"Ye-Yes. Like- Like I sa- ah- said. I trust you." |
Kilvir nods his head, and gently glides a hand gently down Varis" chest, stomach, and finally his cock. Varis whimpers at the touch, and Kilvir kisses Varis" forehead before he leans back up, looking down at the Elf underneath him who slides his arms down to rest on Kilvir's chest as his fingers dance along the ridges. Kilvir uses his hand to line up the head of Varis" cock with his own entrance. The two make eye contact. |
"You're definitely ready?" Kilvir double checks. |
"Yes. A-And I'll tell you- ah- if it's not- not nice." Varis replies, giving his friend a smile, his cheeks, nose and the tips of his ears a bright red. |
Without another moment, Kilvir enters the head of Varis" cock into his entrance, and he's half surprised to learn he's already wet. Both Varis and Kilvir whine from the sensation, Varis mewling and panting; Kilvir grunting and whimpering. Kilvir, through squinted eyes and clenched teeth, looks to Varis, who nods his head. |
"It's... gh-ah- okay "Vir. I feel gre-eat! And- are y-you oka-ay?" Varis clearly struggles with talking, gasping or start-stopping rather frequently in his sentences. |
Kilvir nods his head. "Good. "m... Good." He feels himself smile. |
With that, Kilvir sinks himself further on Varis" cock, his body taking it just fine without any preparation, being used to a lack of preparation in the past. A few moans slip from the tiefling's mouth as more and more of Varis" cock is buried in Kilvir's cunt. The feeling's slow, but it's comforting in a way; there's no hurry or rush, nothing impatient or forceful. Kilvir feels his mind begin to slip to the past, to the times he worked for that noble family, when being one of the greatest bards in the city had its downsides of- |
"Kilvir." Varis" voice echos, pulling Kilvir out of his mind. The cleric had seen the distant look in his companion's eyes and knew something was wrong. |
"Th-Thank you." Kilvir leans down and presses a quick, chaste kiss to Varis's lips, before leaning up again. |
Relaxing his thighs, Kilvir feels more and more of Varis slip into him and fill him up. The thought makes him grimace for a moment, but he relaxes again; it's only Varis. The elf below him is arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut as pants and whines escape him, mouth hanging open rather lewdly. With deep breaths, and a few moans, Kilvir fully takes Varis" cock, now buried deep in his soaking cunt. A shiver runs through his body, but he takes deep, shallow breaths and relaxes his muscles, allowing himself to feel the pleasure of it all. The two companions look at each other, breathing heavy and shaking. Kilvir's hands slowly trace over Varis" form, keeping himself in the moment and to remind him he's with Varis. |
Varis can't help as he squirms, not used to such a foreign feeling around his cock, each subtle movement making Kilvir grunt or groan in mild pleasure. Biting his lip, Kilvir suppresses a shiver as he curves his back, trying to keep himself steady. |
"How... How you feelin" Var'?" Kilvir mutters. |
The elf only whines at first, trying to grasp his senses enough to speak. "G-Good! Feels- weird. Not bad though! Nghh ahh..." |
"You... think you're okay if I start moving?" |
"Mhn hmn... yeah." Varis nods his head slightly. |
Nodding his head, Kilvir pulls himself back, almost completely pulling himself off of Varis" cock, before gently thrusting forward, his hips meeting Varis'. They both moan and grunt in unison again, Kilvir's hands sliding up to Varis" shoulders as he grips the soft pale skin, sharp red nails digging into them. Kilvir repeats his actions again; almost completely pulling off of Varis, before thrusting forward and filling his soaking cunt. They were practically reverse fucking, in a sense and it felt good. Real good. Kilvir having the role of being in charge and on top felt good. Being able to make a choice and enjoy this felt good. The reality of such freedom sets in on the tiefling, and very quickly does his tail wag and his eyes gleam with desire and excitement. |
Leaning down, Kilvir bites Varis" neck as he thrusts his hips, pulling a loud, long moan from the cleric underneath him. By this point, they've given up being subtle. Kilvir bites, nips and licks at Varis" neck once more, kissing the previous bite marks and making new ones. Wrapping his arms around the tiefling's back, Varis pulls his companion closer so they're chest to chest, and although the position is slightly more awkward for Kilvir's thrusts, he makes it work easy. |
Varis blabbers incoherent words of praise to Kilvir, leaving some open mouthed kisses on the bard's cheek as he arches his back again. One of Kilvir's thrusts pushes Varis" cock deeper inside of him, the head nudges against the opening of Kilvir's cervix, and Kilvir grunts loudly, lowly. His sounds are muffled by his teeth that are dug into Varis" abused skin around his neck. Varis feels it too, and whines in a higher pitch. |
"Nhn- gah- what... was that?" The elf whimpers. |
Kilvir pulls off of Varis" neck for a moment to look at the elf. "What- was wha- ah- what?" |
"Mhn... what did- did my uhm.. thing touch?" Even in the middle of sex, Varis is still shy to talk about such things. |
"This?" And Kilvir pushes himself down slightly harder, the head of Varis" cock pushing against Kilvir's cervix harder, making the tiefling shiver. |
"Gah- ah! Yes! Tha-at!" Varis cries, nodding his head. |
"I can... only guess; it's my cervix." Kilvir grunts, unable to resist thrusting against Varis again, finally relishing in the feeling of something filling him deliciously. |
Varis only flushes bright red at those words; if that was even still possible by this point. |
Latching onto the soft, supple skin of Varis" neck once more, Kilvir resumes his actions of biting and kissing it as to accompany his actions of thrusting and grinding himself against Varis" cock, burying it deep within his wet cunt. Sweat runs down Kilvir's chest as he begins to grow warmer, but Varis is already overwhelmed by all of the heat as his cock is buried deep within Kilvir's warm, clenched cunt. Kilvir's hot, infernal body radiating pure heat as it rubs against his own, plump body. Varis tilts his head as he buries his face in Kilvir's shoulder, exposing more of his neck to his surprisingly horny companion. Kilvir practically purrs with praise and excitement, grazing his sharp fangs along Varis" neck, before licking a long trail of warm, wet saliva over the soft skin. |
Groans and moans echo from the two companions as they fuck, Kilvir taking charge as he takes the initiative of pushing himself on and off of Varis, imitating the actions of thrusting in and out of someone. Although it's not quite the same, it makes Kilvir feel on top and in control. The feeling makes him feel safe, in a way. The two grow more and more clingy, more and more desperate as the urge of release begins to creep up on them. Kilvir considers only for a moment if he should let Varis cum in him... he wants to say yes, but neither of them have anything adequate for protection, and the bard would rather be safe than fucking sorry. He lets go of Varis" now red neck and leans up, yellow demonic eyes meeting pretty blue eyes. |
Kilvir grunts. "Var'." |
"Ah- hng! "V-Vir?" Varis mewls. |
"If you feel- fff-fuck! Feel like, a knot in your stomach. Tell me. Quickly." The head of Varis- cock pushes against the entrance to Kilvir's cervix again. |
At those words, Varis loons worried. "Hah- why?? Ngh- ah! I- Is it bad?" |
As Kilvir shakes his head his pendants and charms hung around his horns shake and jingle. "No... not bad at all. Just need- ngh! To know." |
"O-Okay!" Varis mewls once more, before his hands travel up and tangle in Kilvir's long brown hair, one hand resting nestled in his hair on the back of his head. "Kiss... please?" Varis makes puppy-dog eyes, begging. |
And there's zero hesitation when Kilvir leans down and presses his lips against the cleric's own, relishing in the delightful taste of his sweet companion. Kilvir's thrusts become more sloppy and irregular, by this point Varis" cock was drenched in Kilvir's juices, causing each thrust against each other to make a squelching sound. The sound makes Kilvir cringe, but it was so much better than the dry, sore, gods awful feeling he was used to. Working himself closer and closer to his own orgasm, Kilvir keeps an eye out for signs of Varis" own building release, knowing the elf may have a tough time pinpointing the feeling. |
When Varis" whines grow much higher in pitch, Kilvir knows he's close. Thankfully, so does Varis. The two break from their kisses. |
"M-My stomach- has a- hgn- a tight feeling in it!" Varis manages to say. |
And as he says this Kilvir ceases his movements completely, despite the fact he's so, so close to his own orgasm. He's half tempted to take the risk, to finally for once get to experience a proper, fulfilling orgasm, but the risks of Varis also cumming inside of him are too high for him to be comfortable with. |
"I'm- gonna pull off now, "kay?" Kilvir clarifies. |
"Okay. How- How come?" Varis asks inquisitively. |
"Because. I ain't risking no chance of- of." Kilvir gags. "You know how kids are made." |
Varis looks puzzled. "But we're both men?" |
Kilvir chuckles at Varis" attitude. "Hells, I love you for that Varis. But I'm still at risk." He leans down and presses a kiss to Varis" forehead, where sweat clung to his skin. |
The elf now looks rather embarrassed. "Oh- r-right. Sorry." |
"Don't be." Kilvir smiles down at him affectionately. |
Taking a deep breath to brace himself, Kilvir pulls himself off of Varis" cock completely, as it makes a wet pop like noise. The two both pant heavily and groan for a moment, before Kilvir grinds his hips against Varis', determined to pull both of them over the edge and reach their orgasms. The grip Varis" legs have around Kilvir's hips is slipping, and the tiefling lets them fall; if Varis needs to pull back and relax he should be allowed to. Varis" hands leave Kilvir's hair and grasp at his waist instead. |
"Ngh! Hhgn- "V-Vir! I- I think I'm- I'm!" Varis pants, an undertone of panic in his voice. |
"Shhh, it's- it's okay. I swear to you- let go. It'll feel incredible." Kilvir tries to reassure Varis as he grinds himself against the elf. |
Surprisingly, it's Kilvir who cums first, a loud, guttural moan escaping him as his whole body is wracked with shivers and his tail stiffens. |
That. Felt. Fucking. Incredible. |
Kilvir pants hard, but keeps himself rutting against Varis until the cleric also comes undone, gasping and whining as he cums; white sticky fluids spilling onto the floor along with coating Varis" thighs. As Varis rides through his first ever orgasm, Kilvir holds him gently as he kisses the elf's face, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. With his soft words and pleasant embrace, Varis is able to take deep breaths and slowly work himself down from his absolute high. His body quivers, but his breathing soon evens out, and he opens his eyes as he looks at Kilvir, the tiefling panting slightly, but a wide, proud grin on his face. |
Kilvir allows himself to leans against Varis, resting his head on the ground just above Varis" shoulder. His tail curls around Varis" leg as the tiefling does his best to keep himself grounded once more. Feeling a hand slowly tangle itself in Kilvir's hair makes him tense, but the soft fingers gently caress his head, immediately relaxing his muscles. Varis rubbing and caressing his head feels so delightful, that Kilvir begins to purr, the tiefling highly happy and content. |
Varis gasps excitedly. "You... you can purr?" |
"Yeah. Though I haven't in years. It feels... funny." Kilvir's voice is muffled from where he rests his head. |
Varis" companion purring is absolutely the cutest thing he's learnt about him, and he only pets and strokes the tiefling more, wanting to hear Kilvir purr. They lay there for a while, the only sounds being their breathing, the crackling of fire, the distant trickle of the stream close by... and footsteps. |
Someone clears their throat. "Next time can you two take it somewhere that isn't within earshot of us eating dinner." It was the warlock of the group, who stood over them with crossed arms and a displeased expression. |
Varis goes bright red and covers his face, but Kilvir just groans. "Fine fine." He sits up, still sitting on Varis" hips as he turns to look at his friend. "This mean we're making our own dinner?" |
"This means your making everyone's dinner for the next week." |
Rolling his eyes, Kilvir shrugs. "Fine by me." |
The warlock groans, before he walks off and joins the half-orc who's been awkwardly sharpening her greatsword. Kilvir soon begins laughing, but it's an honest, happy, euphoric laugh, one that's heard very rarely. The echoing sounds of Kilvir's laugh makes Varis uncover his face, and he soon laughs too, albeit quieter, but the bard's laugh was contagious. They laugh and laugh until they're out of breath, and Kilvir leans over and rests his forehead against Varis" watching his horns once more to not hurt the elf and he closes his eyes. Never has Kilvir felt so much pure, real joy around anyone before, not before Varis at least; it's a delightfully refreshing feeling. |
However an uncomfortable whine from Varis pulls Kilvir from his thoughts. "Uhm, "Vir?" |
"Hm? What's up Varis?" Kilvir hums. |
"My legs... they feel really uncomfortable and sticky." Varis grimaces. |
Slowly opening his eyes, Kilvir leans back and looks down between their legs. Right. Varis" thighs were still coated in his own cum, that was most definitely beginning to dry in some places. Looking between his own legs, he's pleasantly surprised to see no blood. Kilvir glances around, before smiling. |
"Fancy a wash in the river nearby?" |
"Won't it be cold??" Varis whimpers. |
"Probably. But it won't be for long, then I'll warm you up by the fire." He smiles. |
Varis" eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Surely you'll be cold too, right? If anything you'd feel the cold more..." |
"Oh it's fine, I'm not allowed to-" Kilvir catches himself just a little too late. His shoulders sag. "I... will join you, if that's okay." His voice is now a quiet whisper. |
The cleric decides not to question Kilvir, knowing his companion probably wouldn't want to discuss anything else that was upsetting to him. He reaches up and places a hand on Kilvir's cheek, his thumb stroking the warm skin. "Of course... I'd want nothing less, "Vir." |
Kilvir copies Varis" gesture, placing a hand on Varis" cheek and his thumb caressing the pale, soft cheek. There's a look in the tiefling's eyes. One of admiration, respect... and love. Varis rarely sees Kilvir this vulnerable, and it makes his heart swell and flutter that Kilvir placed such a trust in him, that he could let down his walls around the elf. Before they really realise, they're leaning in and their lips meet, in a sweet, gentle kiss. Not a kiss from before, one desperate and full of lust and desire, no. One of pure love, gratitude and appreciation. Their lips dance in unison, their kiss easily speaking a thousand words. |
Kilvir pulls away slightly, eyes half-lidded and a giddy smile on his face. There's something on the tip of his tongue he desperately wants to say, but something's holding him back. Varis, too, has something on his mind he wants to confess. Kilvir then glances away, and sighs. It can wait. Varis looks down, and huffs. Perhaps another day. |
"C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up." Kilvir's voice is soft, sweet, like it always is with Varis. |
The soothing waters of the pool were completely refreshing. With only a little more attention from Haarlep, who was willing to |
for her but not to |
her, Tav felt herself entirely restored. The food and drinks provided were a luxury, too, and one that she happily indulged in. The incubus warned her she would need her energy, and they would be proven right before dawn. |
As she cleaned up and recovered, Haarlep talked her through their plan. They did not have a lot of time, Raphael would be on his way back in short order having felt the incubus’s use of his form from across the realms, but his work would keep him away just long enough to prepare. |
Tav stood still as they assessed her, preparing the spell scroll. "You shall have to cast this one, take great care not to lose your concentration, Rat, Alter Self has a time limit too." |
"Why do I need to cast it?" She looked at them quizzically. |
"Because we do not have enough time to teach you to speak as I do, to act entirely as I do. So my concentration will be on making |
words fall from |
lips. Looks alone will not fool Raphael, but if we are cunning we can misdirect him. Now, take a good look at my form, and prepare your spell." They handed her the paper and stepped back, taking but a moment to transform their glamour, the feminine form of the Archduchess now standing before Tav with wings spread. |
She did as she was bidden and took her time, examining Haarlep’s new body in as much detail as she could. They watched her in return, smirking at the colour rising from her cheeks to the tips of her pointed ears at the sight of their beautifully sculpted curves. |
"Now, cast it. We have only a few minutes remaining, Rat, but I must be certain you have got this right. I assure you he knows |
inch of me~" they laughed, wings fluttering for a moment with an emotion somewhere close to pride. |
Tav read carefully from the scroll, shivering as the threads of magic wove around her, transforming her body into the perfect mirror image of the female Raphael. Wings and tail extended from her back, feeling both familiar and completely alien to her in a single moment. She flexed them carefully, testing the strength of the muscles and how they moved whilst Haarlep stepped aside to a wardrobe. "This feels...different." |
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