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Prev / Realm of Chaos, Khorne's Domain

He couldn't remember the last time he had been banished.

Defeated yes, imprisoned in daemon-iron yes, but banished? Crumbling away from the material world, bone and infernal flesh, and coming to in the Aethyr?

It had been a long time. So long that the sensation had been unfamiliar to Khazaan, the mighty Bloodthirster reduced to the merest whisp of his former strength. That fragment of essence in turn had been drawn to it's place of origin, the Kingdom of Khorne. To the ruddy wasteland he fell, at the fringes of the realm, and though he yet had no eyes to see it, Khazaan was only one of countless warriors; daemons of Khorne burning with the shame of defeat.

The Bloodthirster was just a ghost of his former glory when at last he gained some physical semblance of self. Barely anything he could use and not an iota more, but the Tippler was no stranger to such an existence; subsisting on margins, feasting on weaker creatures to regain his own strength. And that had only been the beginning. Now came the trek to the Gates of the Vanquished, and the journey across the Skull Fields. If there was a time to take advantage of a Bloodthirster, it was now: in this lesser state. Meagre sustenance to a fellow Deathbringer (just being seen in this state was torment enough), but a Bloodletter had much to gain for risking life and limb against Khazaan.

Much to lose too, as the Tippler had demonstrated with teeth and claw, setting those presumptuous daemons on his same path at the beginning. As worthless whisps of nearly nothing. Dogging his steps were Bloodletters, rebels and exiles, undesirables like himself. Khorne was an angry, severe god, but he was also pragmatic. Wherever their loyalties lie, his children were killers first and foremost and so they were servants still, more useful to him alive than dead.

When he had last made this trip he was loyal. Orthodox. A proper daemon of Khorne. Now? Even Khazaan wasn't sure what awaited him at the end of the trials. He supposed there was only one way to discover his fate, so the Bloodthirster pushed on with his loose pack of Bloodletters. The Daemons had retained their stronger notions of brotherhood, common within the exiles. Or, perhaps their concerns had been similar to his own and they were merely terrified. Khazaan couldn't sneer at them; no daemon of Khorne didn't fear their father, his harsh edicts, his merciless punishments.

It might've been a day, hour, or even a second in the mortal realm, but to Khazaan's ravaged senses the journey to the Brass Citadel was endless. Agonizing. At last, he looked upon the seat of his father's power. Even if he had been in his prime, he would've been as a grain of sand next to the massive metal edifice. Resisting the urge to spit upon the holy ground, Khazaan instead shuffled onwards towards the Moat of Boiling Blood. Another challenge, another painful reminder of the price of defeat. Another eternity.

The Bloodthirster at last stepped one bloody, sodden hoof from the scalding wet. He lifted his great horned head and met the molten stare of the Gatekeeper of Khorne, the daemon who would initiate him into the Eight Trials of Renewal so that he might be recast once more. Last he was here, that had been Bellamar, but this new daemon prince he was unfamiliar with. Half his height, yet staring up at the Tippler as if he was the Bloodthirster and Khazaan the Once-Mortal. At this, the Tippler couldn't help but wrinkle his snout.

" Khazaan. My furies tell me much about you." The Prince began, sizing the larger daemon up.

" First I am seeing your face." Khazaan replied guardedly, " The furies do not squawk of you. You must be new, your deeds miniscule."

" The Deeds of Arcalux, Prince of Fury, are far from miniscule." The Daemon Prince growled, directly in Khazaan's face, enunciating each word. " Bold to disrespect the Gatekeeper of Khorne. But I imagine you have had practice besmirching our fathers name with the company you keep."

" My father. Khorne remolded your flesh, mortal, but his blood runs through my veins alone." Khazaan drew himself to his full height. " I am here to give you my true name so that I might be remade, not argue."

" And what makes you think Kharneth would waste a wit on you?"

Khazaan flared, briefly, in panic but quickly smothered it. Arcalux laughed.

" You, with no wings? You, brought low by a Slaaneshi's trick?"

" I have suffered the Trek Across the Skull Plains. The trial of Boiling Blood." Khazaan's eyes were hard. " Khorne has not denied me the right to be remade."

" You have not suffered anything. Not yet."

At once, Khazaan became aware of a presence. Overwhelming. Crushing in it's enormity, scorching it's sheer hatred. Looking up at the bloodied, burning sky of his father's lands, he saw the visage of the Blood God glaring down at him. It hadn't been there before, but now it was. Arcalux had stepped away, the Bloodthirster found himself rooted to the spot as a massive, armored gauntlet grabbed him into equally enormous fingers.

He was held then, before the sparking maw of his father, a flea in the grasp of the eternally angry god. Khorne said nothing, but then he needn't. The look told all and, with a whoosh of ashen wind and a sharp wrench of the Blood God's arm, Khazaan was again sent flying. Not the ground, but towards the sky, the sheer momentum of his flight setting his skin alight.

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Khazaan roared.

He screamed, in pain but also fury. Khorne had made him suffer the trials, only to reject him at the last? As he stood before gates? It was such cruelty as to make the Pleasure God chuckle. The sky had changed, from red, to the black of the void, to verdant greens. Khazaan finally lost momentum, arcing down, a meteor of destruction. He collided at last with the surface of a deep, deep lake, sparing the Bloodthirster the agonies of being broken against the solid ground as his brother had.

The Tippler swam, clawing his way up through the mucus-thick waters and finally breaking the surface with a snarl. He grabbed at anything, claws snaring thick vines and hauling himself from the wet. The Bloodthirster took a breath and all at once, he was assailed by a reek that made him heave on first inhale. His eyes watered and he tossed his gaze about frantically, trying to get his bearings. It was....a jungle. A riotous tangle of flora and fauna. A daemon-swamp, thick with small leather-skinned, greenish daemons who had to come to curiously inspect the burning intruder. They leered and tittered, whooping and prancing among themselves.

Khazaan snarled at them, retreating into the foliage, stark orange against the putrid greens. The water he had landed in clung to his skin like slime, a balm against his sufferings. It only took a glance or two to figure out where he was. This was Nurgle's Domain. He had haunted this jungle-garden as a fury eons ago and now he was back as a Bloodthirster. Tossed, banished -- explicitly this time -- by the Blood God's claw.

The Tippler was incensed, yes, but he was more grateful he had survived the experience to begin with. He fought for breath, and noticed for the first time a sweetness staining the pungent air. Minutes later, that was followed by the tell-tale sound of Seeker talons and then the Slaaneshi daemons themselves put in appearance. They raced by the Bloodthirster, paying him no heed. The Nurglish Tallyband scrambling after them were similarly occupied. The scene was unusual, and only the aftermath of what had taken place before, as the Bloodthirster discovered.

Khazaan found himself staring at the remains of a battle, corpses of the Slaaneshi half-subsumed into the land by carnivorous plants and slimy sinkholes. When he looked to the horizon, bodies beyond count littered Nurgle's Garden. He could hear the distant sounds of struggle and war, the tolling of plague bells and the whoops and shouts and screeches of capering, killing daemonettes. The more he wandered, the more it became clear-- a war had ignited between the plague and pleasure-kin. And while he was curious as to the cause and of course, parts of him itched to participate, the Tippler only had a singular concern at the moment.

He had to find his dog.

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Y/N took a deep breath as her hand held tightly onto the doorknob of the dressing room. She tried to calm herself, or more specifically, her body. Then again, no amount of preparation could help her when it came to Choi San, the man was unpredictable and absolutely cunning. And the worst part was he knew he was charming, using it to his advantage and then playing coy about it whenever she called him out on it. Not wasting anymore time, she turned the knob and swiftly walked in, tossing her bag on the couch by the wall before beginning to take off her coat to hang on the rack.

"Hello Noona."

She was greeted by the innocent looking dimple smile of the idol she had been assigned to, hands folded across his lap, giving him the aura of a perfect and obedient angel......

When he was everything but that.

"Don't start San, we don't have time for your jokes. The sooner we get you ready, the sooner I can leave."

San poked his bottom lip out, a soft, muffled whiny hum vibrating against his throat.

"You seem to be in a bad mood Noona....aren't you at least happy to see me?"

She rolled her eyes at his question as she began laying out all the stuff she was going to need to prepare him for the photoshoot. Missing a few palettes, she bent over to open the last drawer on the vanity display and began rummaging through its contents. She was completely unaware of the eyes that were now checking out her ass as she was hunched over, the position slightly rising her skirt up.

"Did I mention you're looking especially lovely tonight...Noona?"

Tilting her head over, she caught him as he bit his lip as he shamelessly looked up and down her legs. When he saw she noticed, he didn't shy away or apologized, he merely sent her a wink and went back to gazing at her glorious backside.

"You're a pervert." She accused him as slammed the drawer closed after finally finding what she was looking for.

"I'm simply admiring a beautiful piece of art. Is that such a crime?" He grinned at her.

She hadn't even started yet she already felt exhausted and aroused by the man sitting in front of her. Squirting some of the foundation onto the mixing tray, she picked up a beauty sponge and began dabbing it onto San's already flawless face. He might liked to tease her every now and then, but if there was one thing she appreciated was the fact he stayed still whenever she was working, never moving and always following instructions when she asked him to lift his head or close his eyes when she needed him to. It almost made her think that he was actually a good little boy, so poised and obedient....

And then he'd pull out some stupid shit that made her remember his true bratty nature. Stupid shit like what he was doing now: his hand was gently gliding across her leg, dangerously coming up towards the hem of her skirt. She swallowed a non-existent lump in her throat, clearing it out as she was determined not to loose focus and continued to blend out his contour and shading before moving onto his eyebrows. She could tell him to stop or move away, if she did, she knew he'd at least have the decency to stop and not do anything for the rest of the day. But she didn't want to do that this time. She was tempted to find out just how far he'd go, just how much could she actually let him get away with.

San was also amazed she hadn't slapped his hand away, which he took as an invitation to continue. Sliding his hand up, he cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it softly. His fingers tugged at her panties and pulled on them slightly before releasing them and letting it hit against her skin. When he saw her momentarily pause, he smirked at finally getting her to react. But he was soon disappointed when she chose to ignore him once more and instead move to work on his eye makeup. Not willing to stand and be ignored, he cupped her ass with both of his hands, pulling her closer that she nearly toppled over and fell on top of him, but luckily regained her balance before that happened.

"Have you been working out Noona? Your ass feels a lot firmer and rounder since the last time I touched it."

He couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face as he began dragging down her panties past her thighs until they were pooling at her ankles, a clear wet stain visible in the center of them.

"Noona are you perhaps needy?" He chuckled.

Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them out of the way before resuming her previous task.

"The only thing I need at the moment is for you to keep still or else your eyeshadow is going to be a mess." She told him.

"Speaking of making a mess, do you know what I wanna see?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, he swiped his index and middle finger along her folds, collecting some of the slick she had already accumulated.

"Wanna see you make a mess all over my hand."

Although she would love nothing more than for him to fist her if he wanted, she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow up at him, a slight scoff coming out her lips.

"Can you even do that? It wouldn't surprise me if in the end, Choi San was nothing more than an all bark no bite kind of boy."

From out of the corner of her eye she saw him frown angrily. He always did hated having her refer to him as a 'boy.' She didn't care, deep down she knew he was nothing more than a brat that she would love to tame if given the opportunity. And besides he was doing her a favor as he began swirling his fingers around her hole. Pushing them in, he couldn't believe how unbelievable warm she was nor how her walls were practically sucking him in.

"God Noona, I can barely get my fingers out."

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, making sure to curl them up so they could graze along the roof. When he felt her shudder as he hit a particular spot, he knew he had found what he was looking for.

"Right here Noona?" He teased as a kept his fingers buried in her, flicking the tips across where he assumed was her g-spot.

"Oh my god yes!" She didn't care if her words boosted his already high ego, all she cared about right then was getting him to continue until she was spasming under him.

San released a light humming tune as his fingers continued their assault on her wet cavern. Wanting to boost her pleasure even further, his thumb began to rub her clit, drawing circles across it. When Y/N's legs nearly gave out, he used his other hand to steady her.

"Cum for me Noona. Make a mess all over me, I want it. Can't you give it to me?"

She melted at the way he was pleading at her, his eyes getting slightly large as he waited in anticipation for her to tip over the edge just for him. Unable to resist his cute plea, she squeezed her thighs shut as she began cumming all over his fingers, a choked out gasp escaping her lips as she held onto his shoulders for support to keep her from falling.

"That's right, such a nice and sweet Noona, giving me what I want."

San didn't pull his fingers away until he made sure to help Y/N ride out her high until she was finished. As his hand emerged from under her skirt, a trail of her cum was dropping all the way up to his wrist. Looking at how wet his hand was, he admired it before holding it out towards her face.

"Told you I'd have you making a mess." He giggled before proceeding to lick off every last bit of secretion he made her produce.

Y/N straightened out her ruffled skirt.

"I should really finish your makeup San."

Thankfully, she was able to finish his eye makeup without any further interruptions. His lip makeup also ran by smoothly, except for when she stared at them a little too long and unconsciously began leaning in, tempted to just bite them.

"Noona....." He tapped her shoulder to point out what she was doing.

She flushed a pink tint across her cheeks, embarrased by her actions. But that was nothing compared to the embarrassment she was going to feel next.

"Ok your makeup is done. You can go wait for the photographer to get here?"

As she began picking the brushes up to go clean them, she turned back around when San was still seated in his chair.

"San...go?" She asked in puzzlement.

San also seemed confused as he tilted his head at her.

"Didn't they tell you?"

By the way she just stood there blinking as she processed what he could mean, San sighed as he began unbuttoning his jacket.

"I.....was going to give Atiny a surprise for this comeback. I'm going to be wearing a crop top, and the photographer suggested it'd be a good idea if maybe my makeup artist could make them... shine a little?"

Y/N was about to ask what he meant by 'them', but when he tossed his jacket to the floor and his torso was fully exposed, she understood what he meant. Although she guessed he had a fit body due to how much he worked out, she was more than surprised to see such a firm and toned 6 pack adorning his lower abdomen. She didn't even realize how long she was staring or had her mouth open until San cupped her chin.

"Close your mouth Noona....."

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"The sight makes me wanna fuck your face."

He couldn't help but laugh softly as he stared at her flustered state. Throwing all inappropriate thoughts out her head and going back to being professional, Y/N began looking around for any oil to douse his abs in.

"San do me a favor and lie on the couch."

The poor boy shot his eyes wide open when she ordered him that.

"Wait- you want me to what?"

She smacked his arm.

"Don't get any ideas. If we do this standing up, it'll roll off your body and I can't spread it evenly if you're sitting down. So unless you're able to levitate, go lay down on the couch."

Now he flushed a red tint for thinking so wrong. He walked over to the couch and obediently layed down. He stiffened considerably when Y/N came over with a bottle of oil, and it was then he realized that although he had grown used to having her touching his face, she had never once touched him anywhere else in his body. This was about to be the first time. He recalled all the times he'd teased her by smacking her ass or letting his hands graze across her chest. It made him fear that she'd probably want to take revenge and tease him back. When she popped open the bottle, he gulped very obviously that even she noticed.

"Relax you baby. It's not going to sting you or anything. It'll just leave you smelling like vanilla."

His ab muscles contracted when he felt the trail of oil splatter across his stomach. Making sure not to pour too much, Y/N closed back the bottle and set it down next to her.

"Just breathe and try to enjoy it."

Deciding it would be best to heed her advice, San closed his eyes and focused on each movement of her hands. It felt absolutely relaxing and blissful having her run her hands along his abs, staying shy away from his nipples. Each caress of her hands had him wondering why he'd never allowed her to touch him like this before. With each swipe of her hand across his body, the more he was becoming addicted to her touch. He began wishing she would travel farther down, reach inside his pants and give it the same care and attention she was giving his abs. He was already letting out soft moans and murmurs before he even became aware of it, or of the growing tent in his pants that was quite obvious now.

Y/N noticed it and it made her proud to know such a simple touch could get him so riled up. Wanting to test something out, she began to dig her nails into his skin. Although she expected some sort of reaction, she didn't think it would result in him flexing his hips up, giving them a slight roll as if micking a sex movement.

"Please do that again."

He stared at her through hooded lids which then closed once again when she raked her nails down his torso, an even louder moan coming out from his lips as he began to buck his hips up.

"M-more please..." He begged her.

Stopping her movements, she feigned ignorance at his request.

"Hmm? What was that Sannie?" She wanted him to repeat himself.

Tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, he began fussing around.

"Noona please it hurts." He whined.

Cupping his face, she squished his cheeks.

"What hurts Sannie?"

With a frustrated grunt, San took one of her hands off his face as he began unzipping his pants, fumbling with it until he managed to pull them down enough to allow his thick and long cock to spring free from its confinement. He hissed out loud as he made Y/N wrap her hand around the base.

"It hurts Noona. Please do something. Anything." He began moving her hand, hoping she'd get the hint.

Y/N couldn't believe he was actually begging her. He looked so pitiful and desperate under her as he was left at her complete mercy. Wanting to indulge him for a moment, she began pumping at his dick a little bit faster, the leftover oil on her palm serving as lubricant so it was easier for her to smoothly stroke him. San gasped and held his mouth agape when she began running her thumb across his slit, toying around with it as she continued to jerk off the rest of his length.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh my god! It's even better than what I imagined." He was very vocal for sure, but she kinda already suspected that.

"Oh yeah? You imagined my hand wrapped around your cock?"

San grunted harshly when she squeezed him a little too hard.

"Fuck yeah- I got off on fantasizing about you jerking me off." He admitted.

Y/N did not hide the smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips as she heard him say that. It boosted her confidence knowing the sexy man in front of her often pictured her in such an intimate position.

"Tell me Sannie, what else have you imagined me doing to you?"

San bit his lip, unsure of whether it was ok to spill out his dirty secrets. But then he realized that maybe if he said them, Y/N would be nice enough to fulfill some of them.

"I thought about having you ride my face, smother it with your soaked pussy. I wanna taste it. Bet it tastes so good."

He began bucking his hips into her hand, feeling his orgasm fast approaching. Y/N could sense he was close too.

"Keep talking Sannie. What else have you thought about?"

San's cock twitched when he saw Y/N lean down, her face hovering close to his leaking tip.

"Suck-sucking me off. I've always wanted you to suck me off."

He didn't keep his eyes off her mouth as she ran her tongue across her lips, her gaze looking intently at his length.

"Won't you please suck me off?" He raised his hips, the top of his head touching the corner of her lip.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. His cock did look delicious, and she couldn't deny the thought of stuffing it til it reached the back of her throat made her insides start pooling once more. But he was still the same brat he'd been since she met him. It wouldn't hurt to teach him a little lesson for a few minutes. Bending her head down, she opened her mouth as if she was going to wrap her lips around his tip. San was looking at her in eager anticipation, nearly busting a nut right then and there. He began whining erratically when she not only pulled her face away but also let his still erect cock dropped against his stomach.

"Why did you-?"

When he tried sitting up, Y/N roughly pinned him back down which shut him up immediately.

"Stop being a little brat and take what I gave you or else you're going to be going through an entire photoshoot with a denied orgasm."

San blinked slowly at her words.

"God you're so fucking sexy putting me back in my place like that." He confessed.

Y/N giggled softly before pecking his lips. Looking back at his abs, she ran a finger down along them.

"I'm not going to deny it, your abs look mesmerizing." She complimented him, which had San beaming with joy.

"I'm glad you liked them. I worked hard on them especially for you." He looked up at her rather shyly at his confession.

"Oh really? All this is for me?"

San nodded in an affirmative motion. Smirking at him, Y/N bent her body and began pressing feather light kisses along his abs.

"Well if they're meant for me guess I should make sure everyone knows it too."

San couldn't contain his giggles when Y/N began suckling on a small patch of skin. Her hands gripped his waist tightly in an effort to hold him still.

"Sannie, stop moving." She said against his tanned skin before moving down to suck on another spot.

"I'm sorry- I'm just really ticklish." He covered his mouth in an effort to stifle his laughter.

Y/N slapped his stomach rather lightly, finding him to be absolutely cute and adorable as she began leaving a trail of hickeys down his abs, starting from the end of his sternum and ending right on top of his bellybutton. She didn't stop until making sure they were all a bright purple color that was adorning his beautiful skin, admiring her own work. San also sat up slightly to look at what she had left, a fond smile on his lips.

"Does this mean I'm yours?"

The way he was looking up at her in earnest made Y/N realize he was being serious and not being the teasing little shit he liked being. He patiently waited for her answer, his own heartbeat pounding so hard against his chest as he feared getting rejected. Reaching up to cup his face, Y/N nuzzled her nose against his.

"Are you going to stop being a little brat and actually behave?"

San laughed heartily at that before swiping his tongue across her upper lip.

"Where's the fun in that? Don't you like me being a brat?" He counteracted at her.

Y/N pretended to think about it.

"It would be nice to spank you every once in awhile.......but can't you be a good boy every now and then so I can spoil you?" She purred softly as she began kissing along the side of his neck, making him melt instantly.

"I'm being good now N-Noona-" He sucked in a breath when she dragged her tongue along his collarbone.

"Yes you are my Sannie."

Thinking it was time to put an end to his frustration, Y/N stripped him off his pants and underwear before taking off her own skirt and pulling her shirt over her head, discarding them on the floor. San stared in amazement as she stood in front of him completely nude.

"Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N let out a subtle snort as she straddled San's lap. Lining him up to her entrance, she didn't keep him or herself waiting as she sunk down on his length, eye shut tight as he stretched her out in a delicious burn. She felt him twitch inside her, no doubt eager to finally be allowed to cum after having waited for so long. After getting adjusted to his size, she lifted herself off him before sinking back down on him.

"Oh god- it feels so good."

San propped himself up on his elbows, watching with great attention as his dick disappeared and appeared inside Y/N's warm and velvety pussy. When she began picking up the pace, he began releasing soft pants and grunts as his previously denied orgasm came spiking up once more. He could feel it about to burst out of him. Through clenched teeth, he tried to desperately hold back a little longer, just so Y/N could cum before him. But the feeling of her walls squeezing him tightly and rubbing him was too much to bear. No longer able to contain himself, he flopped back into the couch, hips shaking as his nails scratched the leather material under him.

"Y/N! G-gonna cum-!" He tried warning her.

Pulling him out of her, she helped him by pumping him up and down as he began releasing spurts of white, sticky cum all over his stomach. Y/N made sure to milk him until he could no longer squirt out anymore.

"You cum a lot." She giggled as she spread some of his cum around.

Covering his reddened face, San let out a tiny groan.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out a little longer for you but I couldn't. I promise it won't happen again."

Climbing back on top of him, Y/N surprised him when she straddled his abs.

"Well then....guess I'm going to have to get myself off on some other part of you. Right?"

Smiling down at him in a mischievous way, she began grinding herself against his abdomen, the muscles protruding out of them feeling heavenly as they rubbed against her clit. His skin began to get coated even more as his semen was being spread all over his body the more she rutted herself against his bare skin.

"You like this baby boy? Like watching me fuck myself on your abs?"

"Oh my- please call me that again." Hearing that nickname roll off his tongue send him into a frenzy.

"What? Baby boy? Like it when I call you that?" She teased as she began grinding harder against him.

"I love it. Is Noona gonna cum all over my abs?" He asked as he snaked his hands to grip at her thighs.

"Does my baby boy want that? Want me to make a mess all over his abs?" She questioned him.

"Yes! Want Noona's cum all over my stomach. Mark me as hers and hers only." He released small whimpers as he felt her pick up her pace.

When he felt her shaking on top of him, he moved his hands to wrap around her hips, holding her in place as she began spilling her juices all over his body, mixing with his own as they coated his abs even further. San helped her ride out her orgasm. When her breathing finally calmed down, he sat up to kiss her tenderly, his buff arms wrapping around her to pull her against his body.

"Mine." He smiled against her lips.

"You're so needy." She told him but he merely laughed it off.

Getting off him, they both gazed down at the mess that was covering his entire lower torso.

"They look like honey glazed cinnamon buns." She joked.

"I know. It's so cool." He looked at them in awe, running over to the mirror to get a better look at not just the shiny slick all over him but to marvel at the purple bruises running in a straight line through his stomach.

"Ok we should get you cleaned up before the photographer gets here."

Before she could start wiping off the residues of their sinful acts, San stopped her.

"Or......you were supposed to make my abs shine...well... they are shining." He squealed.

"San you are not about to take concept photos for your next album with your body covered in cum." She stated firmly.

Pouting furiously and stomping his foot, he crossed his arms.

"You're no fun."

Raising an eyebrow at him, she took a step forward and gripped his hips to press him against her.

"Trust me baby boy, I can be very fun if I put my mind to it......"

Ghosting her lips over his own, her hand began caressing her face.

"And I'll let you join in on the fun later tonight if you behave like a good little boy and let me clean you up and cover up those hickeys because they're only mine to see. Got it?"

He let out a soft squeak when she cupped his cock once more and gripped it harshly.

"Otherwise you're going to go out there with blue balls." She continued.

San quickly nodded, quickly succumbing to the charms and domination of the woman in front of him.

"Yes Noona. I'll be your good little boy."

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13xwishes · 6 years

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@apathetiics

Cue a certain genie laughing her ass off at her gothic finder with no repercussion whatsoever.

❝ Ahahaha! Oh dear Allah, that’s rich! I may have gotten on the naughty list too, but that’s... fucking hilarious! ❞

#ic #whisp #apathetiics #dash commentary #cryptmas #//sorry i couldn't resist!/#//or more like whisp couldn't resist//

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fandomdumpsterfires · 3 years

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Monstienapped - chapter 4

((Been running dry on ideas for chapters and the ideas i do have are gonna be used for more later on parts of the story, so some suggestions for events would be greatly appreciated-))

The two riders stepped out of the green shadows of the guardian ratha woods, philip still saddened by the accidental killing of the anjanath...yes, he had slain multiple monsters before, but in those times, there was no other choice. Those monsters had been driven mad by oltura's light, and there was no way to revert them back to normal.

These monsters however...they were still completely conscious. They could still understand what was happening, they were merely frightened and sent into a panic from the strange armor this 'dr. Menalger' guy put on them. The more he thought about this, the more the sorrow weighed down his heart, completely ignoring the concerned chirps of his tobi-kadachi as it walked by his side.

Kyle too felt hurt, but for a completely different reason. He didn't like seeing philip so sad..the rider was normally so cheerful and carefree with a soft, kind heart. However, said heart also made him feel sorry for many people, especially monsters, resulting in him falling into a state of sadness..and he wanted to just wrap his arms around them as tight as he could, comforting them with soft confident words, yet he just couldn't seem to muster up enough bravery to do so, even though it was clearly needed..

He looked to the other rider, watching as they faintly lit up at the sight of his rathalos, who seemed to have an odd dragon equivalent to a pout at the sight of sparx. Philip chuckled "awe, are you jealous that i called sparx instead of you~?" He teased ratha with a smirk, the rathalos merely huffing out thin whisps of smoke and turning around with a growl.

Kyle couldn't help but snort when he saw razzar, the azure rathalos laying upside down in the sand, one leg twitching faintly as it gently snored to the waves. Razzar made an alarmed squawk as sea water splashed onto its head, it looked around the best it could, stopping when it finally saw its rider. "heh, good morning you sleepy wyvern." Kyle said, razzar grumbling and flipping over to stand up, shaking off sand and small beach critters that got caught in its scales, ratha sneezing when some of said sand got into its nose.

Kyle and philip returned to mahana village, giving their findings to chief gara and kayna "we dealt with the anjanath, however..unlike a diablos we saved previously, this one didn't really make it..." kyle sighed. Chief gara kept his monotone expression as he stroked his beard "it was a mercy kill, and as long as the island is no longer under threat, it is fine." He replied. Kayna smiled "don't worry newbie, we all make mistakes, but that's how we learn from 'em!" She ruffled philip's hair, the younger rider gently pushing her hand away "thanks kayna..." he replied in a saddened tone, turning around and walking towards the village gates.

Kyle followed after them, still resisting his urge to do everything in his power to make philip feel better. As they once again reached their monsties, he spoke again "we'll save the others, we just have to be more careful next time." He said to them "after all, hakolo isn't the only one in danger of having its monsties stolen."

Philip's head perked up a little bit as kyle spoke, he then shook it and mustered up some confidence "you're right..we should head to loloska first, make sure avinia is alright." He said, kyle gladly nodding in response, copying his partner's grin as he hopped onto razzar's back "think you've got enough energy to fly to loloska?" He asked the rathalos, razzar squawking in response.

Blue and crimson wings soared over the sea, there was no fooling around anymore, they had to stay on track and stop any more monsties from being taken away. Hours go by, and the fridged land of loloska was in sight. Philip looked at the quickly passing jalma highlands, thinking he had seen something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Phil, don't forget your hot drink!" Kyle said as he passed his friend a bottle of a red liquid, the glass warm to the touch "hm? Oh, thank you." Philip said as he took it "although, my zamtrios armor does a pretty good job at keeping me warm on it's own, ratha can have it though." He said, holding the bottle near ratha's mouth, ratha opening its jaws to let a little bit of the liquid drip into its mouth. Almost immediately, ratha shook its head with an irritated shriek, flames billowing in the corners of its jaws, stopping once the fowl taste of the hot drink subsided, now merely making a low grumble.

Philip looked at the remaining hot drink in the bottle with curiosity "y'know, i always wondered what these tasted like...bottom's up!" He said, preparing to chug "WAIT NO PHIL YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DRINK IT THAT FA-" kyle tried to warn the other rider, but it was too late. Philip's whole face went red and he immediately stuck out his tongue "ACK, IT BURNS!!" he whimpered.

"...that fast.." kyle slowly finished, now watching philip as they tried to cool down their burning tongue, snorting as he struggled to hold back the urge to laugh, accidentally letting out a chuckle. Philip's face seemed to turn even redder than it already was, either from kyle laughing, or from the second wave of heat from the hot drink "hey! Whaths tho funny??" He said, lisping as he still had his tongue sticking out.

"Oh nothing..'" kyle said as he quickly covered his mouth to hold back a fit of laughter, sighing as it finally subsided "you riders are better off sticking to hot mist." He said, taking the bottle from philip and giving a little to razzar before drinking a tiny bit himself, returning the bottle to the small sachel attached to the back of his belt.

"Hey!!" Philip crossed his arms with a pout, once again causing kyle to hold back a fit of laughter, the other rider becoming even more embarrassed.

The two rathalos riders touched down at the front of the bridge that allowed entrance to kuan village, razzar sqawking and stepping back, confused yet fascinated by the stange white powdery substance down at its feet.

"We should take our monsties into the village, if those monstie-nappers are gonna come here next, we can't risk them taking them while we have our backs turned." Philip said, kyle nodding, the two of them walking into kuan on the backs of their monsties.

Everyone in kuan cheered and yelled as they entered, congradulating them for their victory over the cradle of destruction. Avinia pushed her way through the crowd, letting out a small gasp when she saw philip and kyle "philip! Welcome!" She said, giving philip the mahana greeting, which is something philip didn't seem to mind, but something kyle was a tiny bit jealous of.

Philip giggled and removed avinia's hands from his face "I'm happy to see you too. avinia, kuan village looks better and better every time i come back!" He said "all of us are hard at work with restoring it, all that's left is to finish the windmill!" Avinia replied. "Gre-" "great, but we are mainly concerned about your defenses, as there are some highly dangerous mechanized monsters running amok." Kyle interrupted.

"Mechanized monsters..?" Avinia was now very confused. Philip instantly went from cheerful to more serious "right...we didn't just come to say hello, we came to warn you. There are these people that are running around and taking people's monsties, and they have someone named dr. Menalger that is able to control monsters with some special armor." He explained. Kyle nodded "we also suspect that they're using said monsters to either weaken or drive out monsties so they can be captured by currently unknown means, the reason why they're doing this is still pending." He added.

"Menalger..." avinia said quietly, her hands curling into fists. Her grip then loosened when she let out a small huff, looking up from the ground, she looked at the other two riders with a determined stare "i'll help you stop these thieves." She said "me, frostfang, and all of kuan." She raised a hand to touch the kinship stone embeded in her chestplate, the small green stone glowing faintly, frostfang flying into the square as if on que, landing next to his rider, all of the people of kuan raising weapons, sovels, and ice picks high above their heads, cheering.

Philip grinned "thanks avinia, we're gonna need your help." He said. The happy moment didn't last long however, as a loud roar echoad through loloska, causing everyone to stand in a defensive stance, the monsties standing infront of their riders, something big was coming...and it was most likely mechanized.

And indeed it was.

The monster that came roaring up the slope was a gammoth, the top of its body, legs, and trunk covered in metal plates. A purple crystal attached to it's head "hold strong everyone, we just gotta destroy the stone on its head and knock the armor off!" Philip said, the others nodding, their three kinship stones glowing.

"RIDE ON, RATHALOS!"

"RIDE ON, AZURE RATHALOS!"

"RIDE ON, BARIOTH!"

The three rdiers mounted their monsties and took to the skies above the gammoth "we need to drive it away from the village!" Said avinia "we'll handle it!" Kyle and philip said at the same time, the two rathalos riders swooping down, their monsties slamming the metal plates on the gammoth's hide with their talons, the gammoth roaring and swinging its trunk at them as it turned around, dashing after them as they flew away from kuan, avinia following after.

The gammoth continued to let out a series of roars as the three riders attacked it, fireballs and tornadoes of ice slamming into metal, the plates becoming dented and warped, some even beginning to break off. "Go for the gem, we suspect that's how its being controlled!" Said philip, narrowly avoiding another trunk swing "on it!" Said avinia, yet began to struggle with getting close enough to the gammoth.

The three riders stopped in their tracks when a legiana suddenly decended, the flying wyvern slamming its talons into the gem, and on it's back was a rider "i saw you enter loloska on my daily patrol, so i suspected that you may have needed my assistance." Said alwin with a smirk. Philip grinned "good to see you again alwin!" He said "same goes for you." Alwin replied "now, let's take care of some unfinished buisness." He said all three flying wyverns flying high and firing their attacks which all combined into one, the gammoth attempting to counter with its own, yet failed, the combination of fire and ice slamming into its head and knocking off the headpiece.

In the aftermath of the battle, philip and avinia were hard at work with removing the armor from the currently unconscious gammoth while kyle explained everything to alwin.

"I see..." the wyverian nodded "so you expect that these monstie thieves are trying to bring back oltura?" He said, placing his hands on his hips. Kyle nodded "that's right, we've been trying to track them down, yet have only been able to find traces of their whereabouts in the forms of damage and these mechanized monsters." Kyle explained.

"Aaand that should do it!" Said philip as he dropped off the last piece of armor and dusted off his hands "just in time aswell, she's beginning to awaken." Said avinia, watching as the gammoth slowly stood up. It shook its body and looked around, seeming to understand what juat happened just from looking at philip, gently rustling the rider's hair with its trunk before slowly lumbering away.

Avinia blinked, suprised "how did it..?" "It's best not to ask, believe me." Kyle sighed with a shrug.

However, this well-earned victory was short lived...

Two large steel cages launched down and clamped around shaulk and frostfang, the two wyverns roaring and wriggling, struggling to free themselves. The four riders were stunned, philip looking up with a growl when he heard someone cackling.

Up on the airship the monsties were being pulled up to...was dr. Menalger, cackling like the madman he was "looks like we got two more monsties in our hands!" He said to someone philip couldn't see "give me back frostfang you jerk!!" Shouted avinia "shaulk too!!" Said alwin as he bared his fangs "oop, no can do! And don't you think those two rathalos are safe either, we'll get them eventually, but buh-bye for now!" Menalger cackled and waved, the airship speeding away.

Ratha and razzar snarled, attempting to fly after the ship, but their riders calmed them down "easy ratha..i know how much you want to get them back, but they'll just get you too, and i don't want to lose you a second time..." philip said to his monstie, kyle once again feeling the terrible memory of the time he tried to steal ratha trying to claw its way into his head, which he cringed at.

Philip comforted avinia as she sobbed, greatly saddened by the loss of her beloved frostfang, while alwin merely stared off into the distance, eyes narrowed "hold in there shaulk..." he said quietly.

"Don't worry avinia, we'll get both yours and everybody else's monsties back once we track them down again.." philip said softly to avinia. Avinia sniffled "..i-i hope you do..." she said "where do you think they're gonna head to next?" Asked kyle.

Philip held thd thumb and index finger of his left hand to his chin as he began to think. Hakolo island and kuan were already monstie-napped from, rutoh was, hopefully, hidden enough to not have been found yet, and there are no monsties at lulucion, so that leaves....

Philip lifed his chin, eyes gone wide "..they're heading for nua te village."

Chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3

#monster hunter stories 2 #monster hunter stories #monster hunter stories: wings of ruin #kyle #avinia #alwin #shaulk #frostfang #ratha #razewing ratha #oc: razzar #?#oc: philip #gammoth #shit's getting good~#also fuck menalger #also ooooo kyle is jelly~~#monstienapped

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