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✧˖*°࿐ : 18+ only, no minors.    ✧. ┊ frat boy!oliver aiku x f!reader

Genre: college!au (mostly shameless smut tbh) Notes: first fic on my new blog and it's absolutely disgusting, enjoy. Warnings: 18+, noncon, somnophilia, drugging, virgin killer!oliver, implied virgin reader, tit sucking, pussy eating, biting, fingering, marking, love bites ♡, creampie, spit, alcohol consumption, lmk if I missed any!! Words: 5.3k

What a naïve little thing you are.

That’s the first thing Oliver thinks when he sets his sights on you. A shy, sweet girl wearing the one and only cocktail dress you probably own. It’s so simple but makes a loud statement. You don’t look like the other girls here. You aren’t wearing designer clothes that fit you like a glove, no. The ill-fitting garment you’ve chosen to wear speaks volumes to your innocent nature and your lack of confidence. You don’t have friends, do you? You’re here, alone, in the sleaziest and most prolific fraternity on campus. Of course, it’s a party, and anyone is welcome to attend. But the fact that you decided to come here, alone, makes him think you might be a little stupid.

But that suits him just fine.

He doesn’t approach immediately, for fear of giving the game away too soon. He bides his time and observes your behaviours and mannerisms as you wade through the crowds. His eyes have followed your longing gaze a few times and noticed how you keep looking towards the kitchen. It’s the busiest room in the house right now, he assumes. That’s where the keg and all of the alcohol is.

But almost as soon as you look that way, you avert your eyes and look elsewhere in search of a place to belong. You’ve tried starting a few conversations with the girls, but Oliver knows how catty and mean they can be. Poor thing, fresh meat like you doesn’t stand a chance.

You’re lonely, aren’t you? You’ll feel better with a little company, yeah?

He carefully walks by you in a way that will cause you to spill the drink from your grasp. And with that, this sinful game can begin. The one in which he tells you how sorry he is for causing an accident and ruining your dress. He’s so apologetic that you just can’t help but forgive him right away. And his attractiveness doesn’t go amiss. The kindest person you’ve met thus far just so happens to be so deliciously handsome.

“Let me get you a refill, it’s only fair.” he winks. And you hate yourself because your stomach flits at the casual gesture. It’s probably a line that he uses on all of the girls he meets at parties like this. It’s plain to see that he’s confident. You’re sure there won’t be a shortage of girls throwing themselves at him after a gesture like that.

But you aren’t stupid enough to be the same.

He seems older, by at least two years. He seems comfortable enough here to get you a drink so maybe this is his party. He could have a girlfriend for all you know that is in another room and completely oblivious. You don’t want to make waves before you even experience your first day of class.

People seem friendlier towards you when they notice you with him. Is it genuine? Or could they be laughing at you? His hand resides in the small of your back as he guides you far into the kitchen; until you’re standing between an island counter and the fridge. Your body is warming, and, fuck, he can feel it. You’re so shy. He hasn’t seen a girl like you in a long time. The slightest bit of attention and touching and you’re putty in his hand. What a good girl you are, he’s going to have so much fun with you.

You watch him, carefully, as he rummages through the fridge and grabs a can of beer.

You’re a little deflated as he cracks it for himself and begins to chug.

“I didn’t catch your name.” he states as his unmistakable eyes watch you intently. He has eyes you’ve never seen before, and you’ll have a hard time forgetting. Mismatched purple and green. They’re dull, but not uninteresting by any means. They’re the eyes of a man who always gets what he wants. Those eyes beautiful eyes… they’re bored because they are a prestigious, all access key to gain whatever his heart desires. You hum, hesitating for a moment until you decide you’re too awkward and uncomfortable to hide your name from him. “Oh, that’s a real pretty name. I’m Oliver.” he introduces himself.

“Hey… Oliver.” you smile, unsure of how to respond. You’re so on edge. His peculiar eyes are examining each and every movement you make like you’re being graded. And your heart is pounding… you can’t help yourself. Nobody here has extended so much as a pitying smile. You want to pass his test, he’s the only person being remotely nice to you. But still, there’s a gnawing feeling eating away and corroding your insides and it makes you feel like a criminal, like you’re doing something wrong.

Like you absolutely should not be talking to him right now.

“You’re pretty too.” he smiles, brazenly. His voice is so deep and charming, a sonorous lull as he knows all he needs to do is utter these three simple words to get a girl like you to be completely and utterly captivated. It’s such a pathetic, insipid sentence and you can’t stand that it’s working on you.

You get a full view of his wide, toothy grin and you sense that he’s trying to extend a gesture of trust to you. And you’re encapsulated by it. Pristine pearls almost blinding you and short circuiting your brain as you arrive at the realisation that he might be perfect. His features nothing short of perfection and accentuate his beguiling persona that you can’t get enough of. You haven’t even noticed the way your chest is heaving as you devour a mind-altering cocktail with him as the main ingredient.

And he can’t help but chuckle when he notices how flustered you’ve become from his words, you adorable thing. Three little words are making you squeeze your thighs together and fold your arms over your chest. And don’t think he hasn’t noticed the quickened breaths you’re taking and the dampening forehead you’re suddenly trying to wipe away. He’s noticing everything about you and making mental notes in his mind he will use later.

Do you know how vulnerable you’re being?

You should know better than to be so visibly rattled by him. He may be handsome but he’s hardly screaming upstanding citizen at you. It’s the facial hair. It’s so grotesque and sleazy and wholly unpleasant. And still, the only thought swirling around your tiny, tipsy mind is how it would feel against your skin as you kiss. How would the scruff feel between your inner thighs as he devoured your petalled flesh. You shouldn’t be thinking like this, you aren’t sure what’s wrong with you.

You don’t know how to act, do you?

“Don’t be so nervous, sweetheart.” he tells you, getting closer. The smell of his cologne invading your senses. It’s familiar, it smells expensive and suits him just fine. The type of fragrance you’d save for a special occasion to make an impact and impress people you’re around. Your nostrils flare as you inhale more. More of it. More of him. You need more.

He angles his head as he monitors your response to his proximity. He grins when he notes that you aren’t sure where to put your hands. Moving them a few times before you decide to grip the overhang of the counter behind you until the skin covering your knuckles are taut, turning white. You want to feel his chest, don’t you? It’s so broad and muscular and peaking under his shirt, he doesn’t blame you. You probably haven’t had much experience with a guy like him.

He's more than happy to show you.

You’re starting to think your heart is packing up its belongings and preparing to flee from your own chest as you feel it beating rapidly against your ribs. He’s so intoxicating, you feel lightheaded and overwhelmed by the mere presence of him. His body is trapping yours against the counter. He’s so damn tall, taller than you could have possibly imagined now that he’s pressed against you like this. Your cheeks fill with heat, and you think you might actually faint against him if he doesn’t move away. “There are bad guys at places like this, y’know? Dangerous place to be so pretty.” he warns you, whispering gently in your ear. The tone rushing through your veins and forcing you to shiver. His eyes meet yours after he speaks, his stare willing you to understand what he’s saying.

“T-Thank you…” you mumble.

“Hey, don’t worry so much. I’m the house president, I’ll keep an eye on you.” he assures you, moving away ever so slightly while keeping a lingering hand on your shoulder. A commanding touch to make your body and your mind focus on him. His hand is cold to the touch and you realise it’s from holding the metal can, cold from the refrigerator. The cooling caress of his fingers is polar opposite to the warm smile he’s offering you. You aren’t sure what to do or say, but you need not worry about yourself anymore. He had intended on doing all of your thinking for you tonight, anyway. “Oh, shit, you wanted a drink, right? Let me get one for you.” he speaks, his body moving to act before you can even answer.

“U-Um…” you hesitate, seeing him grab a bottle of rum and a mixer. You hate spirits because they always get you embarrassingly wasted. There are four prominent occasions in the forefront of your mind as you reminisce on the states you’ve found yourself in after drinking spirits. The smell alone is enough to make you gag, but you do all you can to ignore it. You don’t want to make a fool of yourself, you don’t want to do something humiliating that will be talked about for years to come.

You aren’t a prude; you aren’t opposed to getting drunk. You just don’t think it’s a good way to introduce yourself.

He’s moving so fast, and his back is to you as he pours your drink, the red solo cup obscured from your vision as he fills it to the brim for you.

You dumb little thing.

Isn’t this something you’ve been warned about? Not letting your drinks out of your sight at any point, ever. Of course you have, it’s rule number one of going to parties or nightclubs or anywhere that your drink can be tampered with.

You just aren’t thinking straight.

And why would you?

You’re so out of place in this big, intimidating environment. You’re hardly going to suspect the first person to show you a bit of kindness is actually the shadiest guy at the party. But deep down, you know you should consider everyone a suspect after hearing what he had to say. If the guys here are so shady, why does he stick with them? If he’s the president, why doesn’t he tell them to do better?

These few fleeting thoughts have been nothing but. Passing ideas that you thought of and discarded as quickly as they arrived. You can’t live your life in fear or you’ll never make any friends here. And he’s going to all of this trouble for you. You’re nobody to him, and he’s still finding it in his heart to extend a benevolent demeanour to you and making sure you have a drink and a friendly face to keep you company for the night.

So you aren’t going to think twice that he’s slipped something in your drink, you can’t see what he’s doing, but for some reason, you trust him. Would you trust him, still, if he wasn’t so good looking? Would you trust him less if he hadn’t announced he is the fraternity president? He knows you’d never have trusted receiving a drink from him if he just offered it to you out of nowhere.

He’s happy he didn’t have to work too hard, you aren’t completely stupid, but you’re still dumb enough to accept a drink from him like this. You barely even think about it as he flashes you a beaming smile and hands it to you. Hell, it might even loosen you up. You knock half of it back in three seconds and you giggle after the fact.

He’s laughing too.

But it’s at your expense, you poor, sweet thing. You’re going to be seeing so many stars tonight, a sight reserved for Oliver’s favourite angels.

“You’re crazy, huh? You like to party a lot, baby?” he wonders, taking another swig of his drink as he rests against the fridge beside him.

“No, never! This is my first big party.” you confess, and he doesn’t miss the way you slightly cringe at yourself for saying something you must think is a little embarrassing. “I mean, I’ve been to parties… this one is just—”

“You’ll get used to it.” he tells you. “The first one is always memorable, though.”

“Really? How come?” you ask, curiously.

God you’re so cute, it’s killing him. Even he can’t hide the smirk forming on his face as he tries to conceal it with his beer. He decides to not answer. Instead, he admires the way you look disappointed at the prospect of him losing interest in you. He thinks he could bathe in the watery sheen glossing over your eyes as you worry that you’ve said something so stupid that he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.

He's such a disgustingly vile man. All he can think to do is refuse to put you out of your misery. Instead, he revels in the way you knock back the rest of your drink. The way your eyes widen paints a perfect picture in telling him it was too strong for you. Stronger than anything you’ve ever drank in your life. And that’s without the added ingredient he decided to slip in.

“I— do you have a girlfriend?” your question is abrupt as you wipe the excess liquid from your plump lips. Your watery eyes watching him keenly as you do your best to decipher his intentions.

“No.”

You scoff and shake your head. “I don’t even know why I asked you that, as if you’d tell the truth.” you mumble to yourself, but it’s loud enough for him to hear. And just as you’re about to walk away, he responds.

“I don’t care if you know whether I have a girlfriend or not. I would only care if I was trying to fuck you.” the sentence rolls off his tongue with ease. Like he knew exactly what you were going to say before you even thought of it. And you feel a wave of humiliation crash throughout your body; you feel a current trying to drag you under and suffocate you under the foaming sea.

“Y-You aren’t?” you need to stop talking. You need to stop embarrassing yourself like this. For his benefit. For the other people in the kitchen with you. It feels like everyone is staring at you and laughing at your expense. Maybe you’re just drunk and being paranoid. You should go, you should sprint out of here with whatever small scraps of dignity you have left.

He shakes his head, his hand reaching out to yours to pull you closer to him. It trails, up your side and to your chin as your eyes fixate on his. His thumb smooths over your chin, encouraging you to open your mouth for him. He tilts his can of beer onto your lower lip. The golden, yeasty liquid spills from the metal container and onto your tongue. Your eyes don’t leave his as all you can do is stand there and take it. Your little throat expanding with each glug of the disgustingly bitter drink.

Your body is once again pressed against the counter. He snickers when he feels your body jolt against his as you hear the sound of the beer can he was holding clattering against the tiled floor. And he takes great delight in the way your body melts against his touch as he places a hand on your hip. The other, smoothing the shell of your ear before he levels his mouth with it.

“I don’t need to try, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispers, he kisses against your ear a few times and the sound rushes straight to your clit. You squeeze your thighs together again hoping to alleviate the brewing tension. You pray you were discreet enough for him to not notice.

You weren’t.

And it’s worse as he kisses your neck so openly in front of everyone. He sucks and sucks and sucks until his name is signed in blue and purple blooms against your skin. You bite your lip, internally cursing him for forcing you to have to wear a scarf for the coming weeks until it fades away.

“S-Stop it.” your legs buckle and there is something wrong with your eyes. The room won’t stop spinning. You didn’t drink that much, did you?

“Woah!” Oliver exclaims as you fall into his hold. “You don’t know how to handle your drink, hm? I think you need to sleep it off.”

“T-Tax—”

“No, no. I’d be a terrible host if I made you get a taxi all by yourself. C’mon.” he lifts you with ease, your entire body limp in his arms. And he just can’t believe how lucky he is. How blessed he is to be born so genetically gifted. Because he knows there is no way in hell he’d be getting away with this if he wasn’t attractive. Girls looking at him like he’s some kind of hero coming to your rescue. Him, a hero. It would almost be hilarious if it wasn’t so fucking tragic.

There’s no way you’re forgetting your first frat party.

He’ll make sure of that.

As he passes a few of his brothers on the stairs, they all share a knowing look. Like this isn’t the first time Oliver has been in this predicament. And it surely won’t be the last. He winks at them as he walks by, and he puts you down as he reaches his door, your body dropping like a stone as he lets you fall with no care.

You can do nothing but groan as he drags you by your underarms and into his room. God you want to go home. Not to your student accommodation. Home. You want to be with your parents and under your own roof, sleeping in your own bed. It’s hard to even tell where you are. Are you still in the kitchen? No, there’s no way.

All you can think about is how tired you are.

Suddenly, you’re in the air, being flung onto a nearby bed. You feel like your body doesn’t belong to you. You’re no longer in control and you can’t move your limbs how you want to. You want to use your legs and walk right on out of here and into a taxi.

But you’re lucky, really.

Your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. It’s all his. His to do whatever he wants with. You can’t move, and yet Oliver is going to be kind enough to move you however he likes. Maybe you don’t feel so lucky about it. But you’re just confused right now. Oliver knows you wanted this. Wanted him. The pill in your drink was just a little insurance policy to make sure everyone got what they want.

He prefers girls like this anyway.

Nice ‘n pliant.

“Said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” he smiles, lecherous hands feeling each and every inch of your body. A curious hand reaching up to touch the fat flesh of one of your tits as he massages it over your tiny little dress. “Think you can wear something like this and expect me not to fuck you?” he whispers.

“Mmmpf…” you hum, there’s still a little defiance in you. At this point, he wouldn’t mind if you were on the cusp of sleep. There’s something so special to him about extracting salacious moans from unconscious bodies.

“’m just getting you out of this little thing… gonna find a comfy t-shirt for you to wear to sleep.” he assures you. He wonders if you believe him. He almost believes himself. But as he pulls down the strapless bust of your dress and your supple flesh is revealed to him, the thought of covering it again dies an instant death in his mind. “Fuuuuuck, gorgeous fuckin’ tits.” he moans, his bulge straining against his jeans as envisions himself sucking them until they’re puckered and raw.

He climbs over you, your tiny frame beneath his domineering one. He’s sure you hadn’t neglected to notice how muscular he is before you passed out, even beneath his clothes. He must be some kind of athlete. He’s too beefy not to be. And boy, does he use his weight and size to his advantage when he’s dealing with delicate things like you.

His head practically falls from his shoulder as he decides to let his fantasy come to life. He licks and laves over your tits individually until he gets a little rougher. Softly nibbling the tender buds until they are aching and so sore. His teeth bruise your flesh as he marks them. An assortment of canines and molars as well as decorative love bites.

Any chance you had of forgetting this party are gone.

You’ll know what happened to you.

You might even remember who did it.

But there’s no way a sweet, timid freshman like you is going to have the courage to tell such an unbelievable tale. You might think there are steps in place to protect innocent things like you. You’re a victim, after all. You need protecting. But once again, that would just be so telling as to how naïve you truly are. Drugging pretty girls at college parties is never going to end. The staff, the students, even the police are never going to side with you.

And why would they? These false statements issued by the board, talks of ‘standing with victims’ and offering a listening ear are nothing but lip service. The institution you have found yourself in will say anything to seem like a worthwhile choice. The right and most beneficial choice to you and your future.

But the harrowing truth is that they don’t have time to protect girls like you when they are too busy covering up the messes of men like him.

He pushes your dress up to your midsection, exposing a pair of white lace panties.

“Awe, for me? You knew you were gonna get lucky tonight, didn’t you?” he asks. But of course, you’re unresponsive. His finger prods at the thin material, an involuntary laugh leaving his lungs as he is greeted with the feeling of your soaked underwear on the pad of his digit. “Too dumb t’speak right now… good job your cunt is telling me how much you want me.”

His thumb circles your clit over the material. And even he’s a little dumbfounded at the way your body betrays you. You squirm and your brows furrow as you try to stave off the pleasurable feeling. But for all he knows, you could be trying to fight him off.

He doesn’t care, though, your pussy already gave your true feelings away.

Even he can’t ignore the way his cock is leaking at the sight of your tight heat becoming exposed as he peels away your panties. A slick string connecting your sex to the material.

You must be a virgin, he thinks. Virgins get wet so easily. He suspected it from the moment he saw you. You’re so awkward and uncomfortable around people, but especially guys. You fumble over your words, and you can’t flirt to save your fucking life. But he didn’t care. The thought of your first time being with him was enough to make him want you. And even if you have fucked before. It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t need to know. The very thought is enough.

He pins your knees to your chest, and he begins to feast on your dripping cunt. You shudder as your body feels the tension building with each suckle and slurp against your clit. It’s unrelenting, he can’t get enough of you. He’s fucking addicted to the taste of your slick and he doesn’t know how he’s gone so long without it. Your left leg ragdolls as he lets go, opting to slip a finger into your unprepared hole without stopping his assault on your swollen clit.

And without hesitation, he’s adding another. He takes his time scissoring you open, and by now he’s convinced you’re a virgin. You’re so fucking tight. There’s no way you’ve had a dick inside of you. Or if you have, it must have been small.

You won’t have to worry about that with him.

Even unconscious, he’s sure you’ll feel how he’s gonna stretch you.

Your lazy groans are like a cheer to him. Your body is telling him what a great job he’s doing. How close you are. How badly you want to cum in his mouth and douse his thick, calloused fingers in your syrupy sheen.

The tip of his tongue lashes over the throbbing button at the apex of your thighs. He doesn’t particularly care if you take him well or not. You’re going to take him regardless. But he isn’t so heartless he won’t try and make it a little less painful for you. He’s urging you to cum for him, his free hand pressing down on your abdomen in a bid to enhance your pleasure. With each whip of his tongue against your clit and every press of your spongy insides with his fingers, he’s trying to drag you over the edge.

Your lifeless body surprises him once more.

He pulls away and observes the way your pussy pulses and your walls tighten around his fingers as you begin to cum for him. Your spent little cunt drooling around his thick digits and coating them in your slick. You even moaned for him. Not loudly, of course. A few tell-tale grunts to let him know you were happy with his work.

His eyes ogle your tits once again, admiring the way your chest rises and falls as he sucks his fingers clean. You’re so fucking cute. You must be heaven sent, the way you stepped into the frat may as well have been a gift with a garish bow from Santa Claus himself.

He unbuckles his belt with one hand whilst squeezing and pinching your nipples once again. They’re so pretty, the prettiest pair of tits he’s ever seen. He’s rock hard in his jeans, leaking like crazy and desperate to be buried to the hilt in your sweet little snatch.

And his heavy cock springs free, the tip leaving evidence of just how desperate he is on his v-neck shirt. Pearly pre shimmering against the black material that is soon to dry and harden and meld with the cotton fibres. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He pulls it over his head and throws it into the corner of his room, he’ll deal with it another time. There’s something much more entertaining lying atop his sheets right now.

“Mmm… think this is gonna hurt sweetheart. But you’re gonna be good ‘n take it f’me, yeah?” he lines himself up with your entrance and gives your still body one final look before breaching your insides with his thick cockhead. “Fuckin’ hell you’re tight. You’re so fucking tight, might cum just from this.” he speaks.

He knows you can’t understand him, but he can’t stop himself from communicating with you anyway. He needs you to know how special you are. That out of all of the girls at the party, he chose you. Don’t you feel special? He’s sure you will when you’re stuffed full of his cum. It’ll all dawn on you tomorrow and you’ll feel so honoured that the one and only Oliver Aiku fucked you open and covered you in so many pretty patterns and was even kind enough to pump you full of his cum.

You have no idea how much restraint he’s showing by not instantly splitting you open on his thick, heavy cock. He can’t help but feel that slowly plunging into your virgin walls is a better display of claiming your body. It’s almost torture for him, easing in inch at a time at an agonising pace.

And when he’s fully sheathed inside your suffocating walls, the pleasure is almost too much, he could shed a tear at the feeling. But, of course, he won’t. He’s prioritising the task at hand.

He holds under your knee and pushes it further into your chest and begins to slowly roll his hips. It’s hypnotising, the way even out of consciousness your eyes can still roll back into your skull. He takes note of how he’s moving when your eyelids begin to flutter.

“Oh baby… right there? Like it when I fuck you there?” he wonders, experimenting with his movement and speeding up ever so slightly. His cockhead is nudging your g-spot so perfectly. It’s so deliciously soft, and those saccharine expressions you’re donning are about to drag him to an early demise.

His grip on your thigh is harsh. Another galaxy of purple bruises forming under his fingers on your doughy skin. He hasn’t noticed. It’s second nature to him to be a little rougher than intended. But it’s part of the fun, right? More little discoveries for you to find in days to come.

He’s entranced by the way his cock vanishes inside of your cute cunt. He’s being swallowed whole by your sticky lips. The sound reverberates throughout the room. The suctioning sounds of you pulling him inside and the tackiness of your pussy and his cock meeting again and again and again.

Your eyes squint as he yanks down your jaw until he sees your tongue. He’s so abhorrent and even at this point he knows this to be the truth himself. He just can’t fucking help it. He wants to do anything and everything to you. He wants to humiliate you because you’re just that special to him. With a cartoonish ‘ptuh’ sound, a glob of spit has landed on your tongue and is slowly sliding down your throat.

With a few more presses of his tip against your sweet spot, you’re spasming around him again. Maybe you liked it after all. You wouldn’t cum if you didn’t. Do you like being taken advantage of by reprehensible scum like Oliver Aiku? Do you like being unconscious while getting your insides pummelled? This might warp your tiny little mind. Maybe you’ll think this is love and this is what you’re meant for. It is, as far as Oliver is concerned. He doesn’t let up humping into your tiny hole. He spits in your mouth again, and it’s the final straw to pull him into his oncoming bliss right along with you.

“Little slut,” he pants, his hips faltering as he feels himself reaching the precipice. “Mine. My little slut. My fuckin’ cunt. H-Hear me? Mine.” he practically growls as he shoots load after load into your unprotected womb. “Ah— fuck. Fuuuuuck—” he finishes, fucking his viscous seed back into you.

He pulls out immediately after, admiring the way his sperm drips and squelches out of your spent cunt. You’re clenching around nothing, poor thing. You must miss him.

But you don’t have to worry. You won’t have to miss him for long. You’re not done, after all. He just needs some time to recharge. He wasn’t just going to fuck you once and be done with you. Not a perfect little pussy like that, no. Those drugs will be in your system for a few hours.

He’s far from done with you yet.

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Hey! Can I request smut headcanons or even an nsfw alphabet, if you're up for it, with Sebastian? Thank you in advance! Feel free to ignore this request if you don't like it. Have a nice day! <3

Yes of course! Thank you for this request<3

Sebastian Michaelis smut!alphabet!

Credits to- @the-coldest-goodbye for the template

Gender- gender neutral

Character(s)- Sebastian Michaelis Warning in tags!!! Do tell me if i forgot any ~MINORS DO NOT INTERACT~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)- Gentle. Very fucking gentle, he knows the human body is delicate so of course after re-arranging his beloved's gut's he'll be soft with ya.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)- Your hair, he loooooves playing it and making it all perfect for you, he pulls it when yous are fucking. HEAVY hair pulling kink, His favourite body part for him is his mouth (lips especially) the amounts of things he can do with them ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)- eating it.. Yours obviously, it ties in with his mouth being his favourite part of himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)- Wants you to use one of your toys on him (will NEVER say that though but oh my goddddd he thinks about it so much)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)- very.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)- any position in front of a mirror, reverse cowgirl, doggy, standing up? anywhere he can see you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)- serious for the most of it, might crack a few jokes or teasings here and there.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)- fairly groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)- depends, its a mix of both, if its more of a rough session then he's gonna be less romantic, if its more of a soft session he's so much more romanticcccc, leaving soft kisses all over your body, praising you, being ten times more gentle, cuddling you during it maybe.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)- masturbates to you once a week? maybe a little more? he's a busy guy afterall taking care of the earl isn't a spacious job.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)- Enjoys a primal prey type of thing, he likes how small you feel compared to him, but he ADORES body worship just worshipping you in general, marking you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)- his chambers :p or yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)- you teasing him or speaking back.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)- anything to do with other demons cough cough..claude.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)- giving. He loves having his face shoved inbetween your thighs. Mwah. (Plus serving you..huge serving kink whether its him serving you or vice versa).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)- mostly fast and rough, but can be slow and gentle if you are in more of the romance mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)- doesn’t like them but still does them, much prefers a longer session but he’s busy, and if one of you are sexually frustrated or what not he’ll do it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)- yes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)- alot. Bro doesnt get tired (he overstims you SO MUCHHHH).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)- He doesn’t, he much would prefer if you would just use him to get you off! Hello his fingers and thighs are right here!! He doesn’t use them on you but can understand if you use them on yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)- alot, normally yes but sometimes depending on the matter he wont.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)- fairly quiet, a few grunts or moans here and there but nothing much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)- wore a maid dress once (after hours of you begging). Never again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)- rocking eight inches, curved upwards slightly with quite some girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)- a mix to be honest.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)- he just doesn’t

#minors do not interact #mdni #black butler #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #black butler smut #tw smut #tw hair pulling #tw marking #tw rough #tw overstim

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks 

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding 

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into. 

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta. 

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no. 

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket. 

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone. 

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--" 

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?" 

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent. 

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!" 

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor. 

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task. 

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped. 

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me." 

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him. 

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why? 

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came. 

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now. 

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort. 

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length. 

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before." 

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--" 

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone." 

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty." 

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead. 

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you." 

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do. 

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--" 

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go." 

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted... 

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone. 

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets. 

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

#Raven Writes #Boy Pussy fic 2 #And its my first Gojo fic agoihigheosh #Gojo Satoru x Reader #Omega Gojo x Reader #Alpha Reader #TW Omegaverse #TW Knotting #TW Knot riding #TW Self hatred #TW obsessive behavior #TW toxic behavior #TW scenting #TW dub con #tw size difference #TW grinding #TW biting #TW marking #TW heat #TW mating cycles #TW begging

[rottnteen]

just a short little eddie thoughts :( w/ eddie and shy!crybaby!reader, will upload to my wattpad soon i swear guys;

tw: nsfw thoughts, sfw thoughts, slight ddlg undertones?, innocence kink fr, she/her, pnv, cum eating, marking, the use of pet names like “pretty” and “little girl”, daddy issues, slightly perv!eddie, 18+ reader ofc, slight dumbification?, voyeurism

eddie and shy!crybaby!reader will forever have my heart…

SFW - with a bit of nsfw undertones for the last one

When reader isn’t enjoying when they’re out in a social public setting she pulls down slightly on his leather jacket, indicating she wants to go home. “sorry guys, i gotta go.” he says, a smile playing on his lips because he knows his pretty girl would like to be alone with him because he makes her comfy :((

When Eddie is trying to teach her to ride a bike since she never had a father figure to teach her how. “that’s it pretty! keep peddling, go, go!” he’s clapping for you as you ride on down, until you lose balance. you fall off the bike and scrape your pretty knee, crying immediately. “No! baby, it’ll be okay, let’s put a bandaid on you, yeah?” she sniffles responding, “will you kiss it better?”

When reader and Eddie met he asked her “can i keep you?” to which she giggled at, not knowing he was being serious.

Although Eddie loves being our respectful boy, but he likes to get reader a little embarrassed. when reader and eddie went to the mall to visit Eddie’s friends working at scoops. him, steve, and robin had been talking for so long, she slumps her cheek onto his shoulder needing some kind of physical touch. he couldn’t help but slap her ass and say, “sorry, can’t keep her waiting, after going to pound town she needed a sweet treat.” you respond only with a weak slap to his chest and a flushed expression. “eddie!”

♡ ♡ ♡ NSFW

when they both first met, everyone knew her as the shy innocent girl that hadn’t done anything in her life. eddie found it the hottest thing in the world. he wanted to be readers first kiss, fuck, handjob, blowjob, etc… and so when they both were alone for the first time he whispered in her ear, “i know you’re an innocent little girl but i think we both know you’d like me to fuck your brains out, hm?” in response she lets out a small whine, confirming everything for him.

eddie loves to see reader in knee high socks, in only knee high socks. he leaves them on when he eats her out, sucking at her clit, the. loses causing her to flush red with embarrassment. “your my good little girl, such a pretty little baby”

Eddie likes to leave bruises and marks all over reader and the next day when they’re at school and she’s in the cute little outfit he picked out for her, everyone knows that she’s his. they stare at the new marks on her everyday, the dark bruises on her thighs peaking out from under her skirt. it doesn’t help her shyness, so she hides into eddie’s arm and away from the prying eyes. eddie is reveling in the onlookers. attention whore :(((

one night eddie came and snuck over to see reader in her pajama set and writing in her diary of thoughts about him. little do you know your shorts are pulled to the side, your white see through cotton underwear giving eddie a good look at your cunt.

“awe… look at you, you’re so needy, sweet girl.” eddie would say as you jump his leg, the small amount of weed in you making you extra sensitive and dripping. “eddie…please,” she would needily mewl. “daddy will make the ache go away pretty.”

#tw daddy kink #tw daddy issues #she/her #tw marking #eddie munson #eddie munson come back #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson hands #eddie munson imagine #rottnteen fics

[propertyofwhitney67]

Thinking of Yan!Whitney marking me, cutting into me and letting everyone know I'm his...

#tw yandere #dol #dol whitney #whitney dol #whitney the bully #yan whitney #degrees of lewdity #tw marking

[yourlilsweetheart]

feeling soft today ngl,,

you lay back and close your eyes, while feeling my breath on your skin before my lips even touch you. i kiss you softly, my tongue exploring the expanse of your lovely body. i move down, my hands gently caressing your legs. i take my time, savoring every moment, as i make my way to your most sensitive spot. when i finally reach it, i tease you with my tongue, feeling your body quiver beneath me. you start to moan louder, your breathing becoming more labored as i continue to make you feel good. i'm determined to make you feel pleasure like you've never felt before, and i know i'm succeeding when you reach your climax. you let out a satisfied sigh as i finish, and i smile knowing i've done my job right. "you've been so good for me babe, let's do it again, yeah? <3"

#yourlilsweetheart #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm blog #tw overstim #soft cnc #tw overstimulation #cnc pet #tw dubcon #cnc k!nk #bd/sm kink #bd/sm dom #bd/sm community #tw praise kink #praise k!nk #nsft #tw marking #amab reader #afab reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #sub male reader #sub reader #sub fem reader #reader insert #x reader #ns/fw text #nsft thoughts #nsft concept #♡ sweetheart writes ♡

[holycollectivedelusion]

Going on date in public or joining a group of friends while they eat out and meanwhile your partner absolutely refuses to leave your side. This is purely so they can press down on all the bruises, bite marks and hickies they gave you the night before through the guise of being cute and clingy. Whenever someone talks to you and you go to answer, they grab your thighs hard, exactly where a nice purple bruise stands out against your skin, causing you to wince and yelp a little bit. Being asked what's wrong by your partner as they tighten their grip on you, waiting to see if you'll break. Them constantly leaning to whisper in your ear threats of what they'll do to you if you let it slip. Eventually, they let one of your other friends in on it, and you're sat now between both that friend and your partner as they team against you. Asking your friend why they're helping them out, and it turns out your partner promised to let them add some of their own marks to your body, whether you like it or not. It's gonna be a looooong night.

#cnc kink #trans nsft #humiliation kink #tw restriction #tw bruises #tw marking #tw bite marks #hot #need someone to hurt me like this #public

[zorosdimples]

big scary monster boyfriend with razor sharp claws who can’t help but fantasize about carving your flesh and marking you as his for all to see

#i’m talking about scars okay please don’t come at me i’m sick in the head #the intimacy……. #tw bloodplay #cw bloodplay #tw marking #cw marking

[enslavedheart]

Imagine shaking and crying trying to bear the pain as my darling shyly cuts its name into my thigh, it looking at me to make sure its being good, me reassuring it through gritted teeth, blood running down my leg for it to lick clean once its done permanently marking me

#yandere #irl yandere #possesive love #obsessive love #yandere boyfriends #lovesick #tw yandere #tw marking #loveletterstoghost♡

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024 Day 2- Dragon(born)

Dragon Heart Flower Festival Part 2

Part 1 Here

I could not help myself I wanted more of this story because the first one was so cute and fun.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List. Enjoy.

Monster March 2024 - Dragonborn, Dragon Heart Flower Festival Part 2

Part 2

Come morning, he was relieved to still see her sound asleep in his bed and still in his arms. She had turned in her sleep to cuddle into his chest and had a leg hiked up over his hip and an arm around his chest while her face nuzzled into the center of his chest. She really did look angelic, in the most humanoid way. 

He smiled fondly and couldn’t help but caress her face before kissing the crown of her pretty head before he ran his fingers through her silken locks of hair, marveling at the wonder in his bed and wanting to commit each detail to memory before there was a knock on the door and he quickly put his hand over her ear so it wouldn’t disturb her or wake her up. For fear, she’d vanish if she did. 

“What?” He asked. 

“My Lord? I have breakfast for you and your guest.” Dovroth announced. 

“Be quick about it please.” He answered as he really felt he should feed her before she would try to leave. 

“Yes My Lord.” Dovroth answered before the door was opened by one his family’s maids and his own manservant had the large platter as he carried it and brought in and placed it onto the table in the room. 

Kalmeak used his own body to try to shield exactly who and what was in his bed from the prying eyes of the servants before they quickly left again. But no sooner, had they, before the scent of food soon woke her up before she stretched and opened her eyes. 

“Lord?” She repeated with bleary eyes up at him as his head ducked down sheepishly. 

“Yeah, my family is uhm, well, nobility. So I’m technically part of nobility. Something that we’ve picked up over time since the convergence with other races.” He sheepishly confessed. 

“I see, makes sense, a house this size, would need help keeping it clean.” Kallura noted as she tried to stretch her arms but the wounds from last night kept her from doing so before she touched her shoulders. 

“Ah, forgot about those.” She said as her hands went to her shoulders and found they had already healed, but had actually scarred overnight. Leaving little scars where his most prominent teeth had sunk into her flesh. 

“Your saliva heals?” She asked him as she looked over at her shoulder curiously. 

“Yeah, it can.” He confirmed as she seemed to hum in response but grin a little knowingly. 

“Good to know. Can we eat now? Worked up quite the appetite last night.” She asked hopefully. 

“Yes, of course.” He invited before she used his own blanket to wrap around her to go with him to the table to eat once he took the lids off of the various dishes before he noticed there was a note, from his mother no less, in the middle of the tray as she had used the larger pieces of bedding to tie into something of a sleeveless night dress. 

“What’s this?” Kallura asked once she began to reach for it. 

“I don’t know.” He quickly snatched it before she could. 

“Well I don’t speak, let alone read that much draconian. So whatever is written on it I wouldn’t be able to tell either way.” She shrugged before she used one of the plates provided and began to heap on spoonfuls of each dish onto the plate as he poured her a glass of juice and a cup of tea while he read the note from his mom, fearing the worst. Knowing the disapproving remarks and most likely, reproach for mating with anything other than another dragonborn or even any other kind of dragonfolk, were sure to cut his heart like blades. So he braced himself to read what he was sure to be scathing remarks. 

But instead, it was congratulations. Which, he was relieved and then, strangely suspicious of as he frowned deeper the more he read it. 

“So? What does the note say?” Kallura asked as she watched him read it for a third time. 

“Uh, it’s an invitation to meet my family.” He repeated in confusion. “Well, if you’re frowning at the thought. I don’t have to, I probably shouldn’t if you don’t want me to.” Kallura offered. 

“No! I…it’s up to you. If you want to meet them, you’re more than welcome to, they’d be perfectly pleasant. It’s just…I didn’t think they’d be this…pleased with the fact I brought you home and uh…” He said as he gestured to his bed before looking back over to the note to read it a fourth and fifth time. There was something he was missing. He was sure of it, he just couldn’t see it or figure it out. 

“Are they hoping a more permanent relationship will result from last night’s multiple unions?” Kallura asked thoughtfully. 

Kalmeak nearly choked on his own spit because that’s exactly what this note was really saying. 

“Uh, well, yeah, um, but again, if that’s not something you want, or are comfortable with or…” He tried to backpedal because this one night stand had the potential to become much more serious than that. And could potentially be a bit more complicated, especially if any or all of that seed ended up taking root where he had- oh so deeply and enthusiastically- planted it the night before. 

“Is it something you don’t want? Or is it something you aren’t comfortable with?” Kallura asked. 

“No, it is! It very much is! But again, I just…I don’t want them or myself pushing a more serious relationship onto you if that’s not something you don’t want too.” He confessed as she hummed and nodded in understanding again. 

“I just don’t understand how they got to know your name. Like is your full name really Kallura Auramara?” He said as he pointed to her name on the note as he showed it to her, although, it was written in draconic, so of course, she couldn’t read it yet as he realized that just a moment after he did so. 

“Ah, I see they must have asked about me then to our mutual friend.” She grinned with a nod, thinking her own name was written quite beautifully in his native draconian and the symbols of his alphabet looked quite pretty and she was sure she could figure it out quickly enough. Surely before a little one would come along. 

“What mutual friend?” He asked. 

“Aldrinshrine.” She answered smugly as she delicately picked up the teacup and took a sip and grinned at the delicious flavor of the tea and added some juice to really enhance the flavor that much more and enjoy it’s complex flavors with added sweetness. 

“Wait, wait, wait. You know Aldrinshrine?” He asked, in shock and surprise, because Aldrinshine was the newest dragon to join the Great Dragons in their city, she was the size of a large draft horse at the moment though, since Great Dragons were practically worshiped by himself and his kind and country, because after the convergence, everyone simply cleaved to what they knew and was something, anything even remotely familiar from their homeworld. And for the dragon folk- that was the larger and greater dragons. 

“Yeah, I hatched her and her clutchmates myself. And when she mated with a dragon from here and settled here- I came to check up on her. Her and her mate invited me and my friends to stay and enjoy the festival here, she taught me what little draconian she was able to learn herself and thanks to her mate, he got us some funds so we didn’t appear to be too out of place last night.” She revealed. 

“You…you hatch Great Dragons?” He asked, floored by this knowledge. Usually only the priests and priestesses only ever did that. No wonder she seemed to know innately what was pleasurable to him and used that to her advantage last night. 

“Yeah, all true quadrapedal dragons- have the ability to become Great Dragons if they are fed, cared for, are given enough space to have as a territory, and given a chance to breed, lay eggs and incubate them successfully. All they need is time to eat and grow to become that size.” She answered with a little shrug as Kalmeak was struck speechless again, this time, in pleasant surprise. 

“Surely your non native dragons speak of the moura in the mountain tops who keep dragons too? You give dragons a territory, a cave filled with enough gold to keep them content, and a guaranteed food supply, space for them to participate in their own mating rituals, and a nesting site so they can incubate their clutches of eggs. And they’ll happily protect you and the home you make for you all. And wherever they go, a moura can usually go too.” Kallura noted and that’s when it clicked. The non native dragons did speak of a peoples like that. But they called them something else, something they didn’t have a word for, but had a translation for. 

“Oh my gods, you’re a gold angel. The dragons speak of a being, we don’t have a word for it in draconian, so the translation of what the word means for the people - is gold angels. Angels that make gold and are tied to the sun and moon, clouds and heavens. The dragons told us that they live in the mountains that are little beings of heaven and fire that are friends first and always need to be protected above all else because of the gold. That’s what you are? That’s what a..a moura is?” He asked as he clutched his head in his hands as his brain suddenly hurt from all those pieces falling into place. 

“Ah, I see you know about the gold thing. Yeah, I guess someone could call us that once the dragons tried to describe us to others. We are beings born of heaven and fire. We came from a waterworld. On our home world, the merfolk grew as a species beside us. They were in the waters below, we were in the clouds above, but there was no dry land in between us. Just sky and a world of water. But a red algae bloomed in the waters. It was threatening to kill off all the merfolk so we got pulled into the supersphere with the merfolk. And here, the sun was five times as big, ten times as strong and gave us all kinds of new magic and abilities. And with this world, because there’s dry land, and not just…water as far as the eye can see. We were happy to start to explore the dry land instead of sticking only to the cloud realm.” She recounted as he listened with rapt attention. 

“Granted there are some moura who have refused to leave the clouds. But we are born of fire because we are shapeshifters and can take on a phoenix form. And are immune to phoenix fire and dragonfire. Because we had our own cloud dragons while the waters had their own water dragons too. I think you could understand why moura are quite protective of themselves. The first few hundred years after the convergence, humans were the first to find out about us and our ability to turn things into gold. They always called us ‘Midus Touch people’. Apparently there was a king back on earth that turned things to gold once he touched them too. So they were the first to hunt us as a species, quite ruthlessly I might add. But like the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, to mouras, that saying is- the friend of my friend is my friend too. So since you are friends to the Great Dragons, they vouched that we’d be safe to come here and be among you. So when they invited us, we took them up on that invitation. Because they had quite high praise of you and your kind.” Kallura revealed as Kalmeak dropped his hands and just looked at his companion in pleasant surprise as if it was the first time he was seeing the great beauty before him all over again. 

“Really? Like what? What did they say?” He asked curiously as he scooted closer in his seat. 

“That the dragonborn are a very honorable and honest kind of beings and quite trustworthy too. That their word is as sure as the sunrise and sunset and that they would never do anything dishonorable. They would never mistreat, let alone abuse another or bring harm to another, unless they were in battle. That you abhor slavery, but tolerate servitude when there is a debt to be paid back or if others simply wish to live as paid servants. Otherwise, dragonborn are very fierce but well disciplined soldiers. And that no matter the reputation of another kind. They take each individual as they are. And don’t hold what they would know about their kind and hold it against them if it was bad or expect greater if it’s something good. That what you see, is what you get with them. They said that dragonkin are a bit more magic heavy in species and much more focused on magical items because they are magic sensitive. And weredragons appear human and then transform into dragons. And that there was half dragons too, so it shows that dragonfolk can interbreed with other beings too.” Kallura recalled. 

“So…do moura…?” Kalmeak asked as he couldn’t help but gesture back to his bed that was clearly in shambles thanks to all the intense sexual intercourse the previous night. 

“Oh yeah we interbreed, like, a lot. I have yet to meet anything bipedal that mouras can’t interbreed with yet. Granted, as long as the body shape is similar enough, and that the body alignment is similar enough, in the whole- head, shoulders, arms, torso, hips, legs, walks up right on two legs- thing.” Kallura answered as she gestured to herself. 

“So…why’d you come down to the surface if you could live peacefully and safely in the clouds?” Kalmeak asked before Kallura picked up her plate of food and wiggled it in her hands while snickering to watch the puddings and sweet gelatins jiggle as she did that as her body followed suit as Kalmeak’s eyes devoured the view way more than the food. 

“To pure blooded mouras, the sun gives all the power and sustenance we need. We can make food out of the clouds but there’s little to no substance to it. It’s just…soft, fluffy air- basically. However, once we found out that beings on dry land could cook food and make it tasty with spices and stuff, the smell is what drew us in and the taste is what hooked us. Then once we started eating surface food, we couldn’t stop. That and surface food is way heavier and denser and demands more power to digest it but is densely nutritious and exponentially delicious and a single meal is just as satisfying as a whole day of sunning and very invigorating and empowering. But once you digest it, the hunger for it is just as powerful as the desire and drive to have sex. So to the mountains we went, where trees for fires grows, where animals that provide delicious milk and meat and even wool can eat the grass in the valleys, can live and be grown in herds. It’s a halfway point. High enough to keep dragon friends and keep us safe and keep a food and water source. But still on the ground and have contact with merchants who bring food to us, in exchange for said gold.” She explained. 

“So do you really live on that mountain?” He asked before he pointed to it from his window. 

“Technically on the other side of it but yes. We haven't built anything on this side because the Great Dragons have told us that that is this kingdom’s territory and we don't wish to encroach on it, not unless we can either buy it or come to some other arrangement with your kingdom for it. Most of the mountains we call home are inaccessible by anyone else and unclaimed by anyone else. So we claim them as ours, but you had built this civilization here before we made a home in those mountains.” She answered. 

“How long did it take to fly here?” He asked. 

“Eh, not even an hour?” She shrugged. 

“Huh. So, where did you camp at?” He asked. 

“You know those really tall pillars of islands on your shoreline?” She asked as she pointed eastward. 

“Did you camp on top of those?” He guessed. 

“Yup. They’re pretty perfect. Had really nice trees and all kinds of plants and mini forests on the top of them. And because this is more of a dragonborn city. It meant we could camp there safely without being disturbed because dragonkin have wings but tend to stay near the city center where the Great Dragons are because the Great Dragons have the most magic. To the point, we were pretty ignored by the dragonkin when we first came. Apparently we hide our magic well enough that we were practically invisible to them when we flew right by them in our bird form.” She answered with a shrug. 

“So…do you..have a family at home? Like a house with a family of your own that I’m keeping you from?” Kalmeak asked, now worried that she’d have a greater reason to leave than to stay. 

“I have parents and siblings. But not a mate, nor child of my own.” She reassured him with an easy smile. 

“Oh, good.” He blew out a breath of relief. 

“Would you want to be mine?” He immediately asked before he could stop himself. 

“Well that depends.” She began before she licked her fingers clean after piling the rest of her food onto her spoon. 

“On?” He asked. 

“Do dragonborn lay eggs or are they livebearers?” She asked. 

“Usually the female will lay a clutch of fertilized eggs, but once they hatch, then they nurse for a while and then eat solid food. But the half dragons, it depends on what the other half is.” He explained.

“Mouras are live bearers. And from what I’ve seen, if a species is an egg layer, mouras will bear them live young, still nurse though and look like any other, except they’re usually born with this.” She said as she touched the gold necklace still around her neck and almost imbedded into her skin. 

“And while they still look like the other parent, there’s certain things they still get from the moura parent regardless. Usually their own gifts, enhanced quite a bit.” She seemed to hint with a grin that bordered on scheming that had Kalmeak ready to find out for himself, as soon as she finished eating. 

“So if a male mates with a female and she bears young does that make the couple a mated pair for like a season? A year? Or longer? For like- life?” She asked next. 

“Depends on the couple and depends on what they want and decide. Most will be a mated pair, produce a clutch of eggs, and then raise the clutch until they’re old enough to either go with the mother if they’re female or male if the children are male and continue to learn from the parent they share a sex with. But only some do that. More and more are choosing to stay together their whole lives. My parents simply always stayed together because they genuinely like each other and wanted to stay together, even after myself and my siblings hatched and they raised us well into adulthood and now there are 3 generations living together in the same household, since my other siblings have children here now too. And even after we left home, they continued to mate and lay more clutches of eggs together and raise them together to adulthood too. My youngest siblings are only a couple years older than my own nieces and nephews.” He answered. 

“Like most dragons usually do.” She smiled in approval. 

“So this big house and the nobility thing had nothing to do with it?” She asked once she gestured to his surroundings. 

“Oh, no, I don’t think so. The only reason we have it is my mom got it from her family line. And so we have it through her. But the fact that my dad didn’t have any nobility himself, was a relief to her. He is in the army. And commands thousands of soldiers. And trains them, even though we are not at war right now. We are ready, just in case.” He shook his head no. 

“Good.” She nodded before a bird came to the window and made a trill sound before she gave one back before the bird came in and in an instant transformed into her friend from the previous night. 

“Kalmeak, meet my cousin- Zhallia. Zhallia, meet Kalmeak. I see you got some bite marks too.” Kallura introduced as she smiled and nodded to her cousin’s shoulders. 

“Hi, nice to meet you.” She politely shook his hand before Kallura tried to bribe her with food to stay and talk for a moment before they started to talk in their mother tongue with each other, but talked so fast, Kalmeak’s mind had a hard time keeping up before Zhallia said something that Kallura repeated with her eyebrows raised as Zhallia took the offered food and practically paced in place as she seemed upset and panicked by something as she ate and talked at almost a frantic pace. 

“Maybe I should let you two have some space to talk privately.” He excused himself as he picked up his pants from the floor and used them to cover himself as he went to the bathroom to get changed before Zhallia sat down in his chair and was clearly eating between bits of conversation before Kallura seemed to suggest something that got Zhallia from reeling and stop spinning in her speech and take a moment to really think, just as they finished off the platter of food.

Kallura was using that same, serene and calm tone as she slowed down her speech and talked the issue through with her cousin before Zhallia seemed calmed and agreed and flew out again and Kalmeak burst from his bathroom to see Kallura still there, trying to make the bed, and somehow miraculously redressed in something else as she held up what she had once tied around her with the rest of the bedding. 

“Oh good, you’re still here. You didn’t fly off too.” He blew out a breath of relief to still see her there. 

“No. I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye at least. That would be incredibly rude.” She maintained as she then looked at his shredded bedding in her hands and was trying to appraise it. 

“Oh, don’t worry about the bedding. It’s not unusual for it to be ruined after um, well, last night.” He said as he pulled the shredded bedding off the bed and pulled a new set of bedding out of a closet and then began to make his own bed, which Kallura helped him do. Which he nearly broke down crying because it was just something so beautifully mundane, yet made practically a magical ritual because of who he was performing this task with.

“I see. Happen that often does it?” She asked, in a light teasing tone as she helped put the pillow her head had laid on in a new pillow case.  

“Uh, actually no. This is the first time it’s happened, with um, me. Happens all the time with my parents and my siblings, most of their budget goes into buying bedding and the old bedding is used for the nest of eggs.” He confessed. 

“I see.” She smiled. 

“So um, do you, do you need to leave now?” He asked as his hands fidgeted once he made his part of the bed, leaving her to do the same as he came around to wait for her to finish pulling the blanket up as his nerves starting to fray as his heart felt like it was going to rip into a million pieces if she decided to leave and never come back again. 

“Do you want me to? I thought you wanted me to stay?” She posed. 

“I do want you to stay. But only if you want to stay, for as long as you want to.” He answered. 

“Ok, let me go get my things from the island real quick and check in on my other friends and family and I’ll be back for dinner? Because they all got spread out all around the city.” She proposed. 

“I’ll be here, patiently waiting.” He vowed. 

“Dragonborn sure do fall in love pretty fast don’t you?” Kallura asked as she playfully narrowed her eyes and crinkled her nose at him in the most adorable fashion as he just couldn’t help but rope her into his embrace as she was happy to let her arms do the same to him. 

“Usually this kind of thing is decided for us and we’re matched by our parents and the clan leaders.” He admitted. 

“So I’m your first choice you made on your own?” Kallura asked as her head tilted to the side. 

“Yes, and it’s one I strongly feel I’ll never regret for as long as I live.” Kalmeak insisted. 

“Aww. Then that's a great reason for me to choose to stay. As long as you’ll want me to, that is.” She offered. 

“I think I’d rather go blind, deaf and dumb before I decide to ever turn you away.” He resolutely decided which got her to giggle again before she kissed him sweetly. 

“Ok. I’ll be back by sunset.” She grinned before she transformed into a bird right before his eyes and out fo his arms and flew right out of his window and began to fly around at top speed before he went to his family, his mother still at the table, with his various siblings and their own mates there still leisurely eating breakfast. All of his brothers and sisters and their mates sporting renewed bite marks on their shoulders and pleasured grins.

“How’d you guys know about her?” He asked his mother as he held up the note to them as his mother looked particularly pleased while his father had already left for the army complex. 

"You made it hard to miss." His brothers teased as their mother gave them a meaningful look before she patted the place next to her at the head of the table. 

“Because that was the first young lady that ever made you smile that happily before. And so, out of curiosity. I started to ask around. And was pointed to the Great Dragons themselves who told me just about everything I could ever want to know about her. They got to see her through my eyes to tell me more about her as an individual and her people. But, by the time I got home, you had already taken her to your rooms. And, judging from the sounds that came from that part of the house…" She began before all his siblings broke out into snickering laughter. 

"I knew it was useless fighting it so, why not embrace? Besides, with how highly the Great Dragons praised her and her kind. I’d be a fool to be against it. And apparently, she isn’t the first of her kind to come here. But last night was the first time where royalty let them into the palace. Apparently Miss Kallura’s cousin of all people won one of the prince's eyes, well at least a few of them at least.” She grinned. 

“Zhallia.” Kalmeak realized as he couldn’t stop himself from smiling from realizing just how small such a huge world could be. 

“Oh so you met her?” She asked. 

“Yeah, she…she found Kallura this morning. Freaked out about it apparently.” He revealed as he came over to snack on other plates of breakfast. 

“Well, hopefully you invited Kallura to stay. And all you need now is the Great Dragon’s blessing. Which there is already a line clear through the entire temple complex to get today. According to the others, because apparently there were over a hundred if not a couple hundred of them here for the festival. Specifically invited here by their own dragons who have come to call our nation home- to attend the festival. Because apparently there were too many daughters born to the closest city that’s apparently just on that mountain that our empire owns the south side of. And that left an entire generation of young ladies, eager to seek out a mate who may not be of the same kind they are. Which worked out perfectly because almost all the clutches in your generation were male heavy anyway. Most had the same ratios your father and I had. One daughter among 6 or 7 or even 8 or 9 sons. It seemed the Great Dragons were searching the world for us and brought us the perfect daughters to marry our sons. So myself and all the others are quite pleased they chose us and our empire to find a good mate. Apparently the other dragon folk have had great success and happiness with interbreeding them so far.” She praised. 

“Mom, it’s her choice to go or stay.” He repeated. 

“Oh I know that Dear. I know. Hopefully she’ll choose to stay.” She smiled hopefully as she patted her hand over his arm. 

“So you’re not…disappointed, I didn’t choose another dragonborn female? One that the Wisened ones would have chosen for me?” He asked before his other siblings seemed to snort another teasing laugh while they ate. 

“Nope. Relieved honestly. Because the only ones of your generation still available, have been overly pampered and are overly demanding and are especially spoiled and have demanded only the richest and highest of nobility and royalty to court them. On the other hand, the gold angels…”

“They’re called mouras Mom.” He respectfully corrected. 

“Ah yes, they did say- to mention gold- makes them nervous. Mouras, yes, they are apparently- perfect parents. Very loving, very nurturing. And because of their species, they enhance anything they choose to interbreed with. If and when she decides to come back, she’ll make an excellent addition to the family and the clan. Especially since our family won’t be the only one to get one added to their family." She waived off. 

"And I heard that they’re live bearers too.  Which could mean that the connection between a mother and child is just as close as any of us would have, if not closer. And they have an exquisite sense of community too. So all in all, they’re culturally very similar to us. And other than her not having scales, she should fit right in.” His sister in law happily added. 

"Oh really? That would be wonderful." His mom beamed happily. 

“Mom, she will not be a bank for her to turn whatever we would place in her hands- into gold." Kalmeak insisted. 

“Oh I would never ask her to, besides that would devastate the economy, don’t you think? Besides, we have all the wealth we need. All I ask is that if you are lucky enough to impregnate her, stay with her and see for yourself what kind of woman she will continually prove to be. I have no issue with your choice, if anything I’m quite proud of you for taking the initiative with her once you discerned she was something incredibly special.” His mother reassured him. 

“What does Dad think about all of this?” He asked, still in shock. Thinking his Noble Mother would turn her nose up at the fact that Kallura wasn’t dragonborn. But on the contrary, she seemed pleased and eager to add Kallura to her ever growing family as his nieces and nephews seemed to wake up and wander to the table to get breakfast themselves one even coming directly to his mother’s lap to do so. 

“Oh he only cares about your happiness, as do I. But he does ask that you at least finish your basic training requirements before you go into whichever avenue of business you wish to.” She answered as she pulled her granddaughter to her lap and helped cut up her food for her. “Really?” Kalmeak asked, feeling like this was almost too good to be true. 

“Oh yes, he was quite proud of you for using your powers of deduction to see that Kallura and her kind were so much more than they appeared to be.” She insisted as Kalmeak continued to give the surroundings a reluctant and weary look as his brain wrapped around his new circumstances. 

“It’s ok, truly. We’re both happy and we are both proud of you. Besides, it’s hard to imagine that you let her leave the house unmarked.” She appraised as she continued to snack on her breakfast as his siblings all gave churrs of approval and agreement as the kids began to giggle. 

Kalmeak’s string of unintelligible words and sounds but with gestures clearly showed how flustered he still was about Kallura but still had to admit, he had been exceedingly pleased to see her marked up that morning. 

“Thought so.” She and her other children all seemed to grin at each other. 

“Kalmeak, really, it’s ok. We approve, we’re happy and we’re proud. We have always just wanted you to be happy and to bring honor to the clan and to the family.” She reassured her son. 

“Now, I take it your bedding got trashed.” She ventured. 

“Yes.” He confessed. 

“Well, while I doubt you’ll need to make a nest with it. I’m sure we could make clothes out of it nonetheless, unless it's more shredded and resembling a mass of threads than anything.” She furthered. 

“If she’s even pregnant, and that’s a huge if.” Kalmeak reminded his mom. 

“Fine, if she isn’t that’s fine. And if she wants to bring you home to introduce you to her family. That’s fine too. And if you want to take this relationship nice and slow, go for it. But I would like to see some grandkids from you guys eventually. Because the Erzidions have had the most darling grandchildren who are the most remarkable dragonlings the nation has seen, they regained their wings have the prettiest colors to their scales. And are unusually intelligent and gifted.” She smiled with a shrug. 

“What if any kids we would have wouldn’t be anything like that?” He posed. 

“They would still be loved and cherished same as all the others.” She reassured him. 

“Is something wrong?” She asked as her son looked like his own mind was overwhelming him while a giddy smile grew on his lips as he seemed to ponder fathering all kinds of offspring with Kallura had him hoping, wishing and praying she would come back to him. 

“No, just…only a day ago, I was feeling pity for myself that I was single for the Dragon Heart Flower Festival and then I saw her, I saw Kallura, through a crowd and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen before. And we just…we played like we were kids- playing hide and seek with tag and chase. And it was suddenly the best Dragon Heart Flower Festival I have ever been to in my life. And it’s like, in a single moment, everything I always thought I wanted, planned for, or envisioned for myself, didn’t matter. And then she was something I never knew I somehow, secretly, always wanted, and not just wanted but needed- was suddenly before me and it didn't matter if she was not a dragonborn or not. But it was like, our bodies didn't matter, just us as individual people did. And with just a kiss, it was like she had me, heart, mind and soul, and it made perfect sense without making any sense at all. And now, the more it’s supposed to make sense. I’m having a hard time grasping and wrapping my head around it." Kalmeak admitted bashfully. 

"Is it because you're expecting to fight us on this? And now that there's no fight, you're confused?" His brother questioned. 

"Maybe? Yeah, probably." Kalmeak realized.

"But now, I’m scared that I am, somehow pressuring her or pushing myself onto her. Even though she’s been crystal clear about what she wants and that I was her choice to make last night, just as much as she was mine. Just like it’s her choice to come back if she wants to. And yet, I’m terrified that I’m not good enough for something as amazing as her. And that, reaching for her, is like reaching for the stars themselves. Always something to be seen from a great distance but never something to be touched. And now that I have touched the heavens. I’m terrified I’m falling back down and just don’t know it yet. But I have no wings to help me fly. Just a body to fall and splat on the ground.” He worried as he held his head in his hands. 

“Oh you poor love sick Kit!” His mom and his siblings all cooed to him as they reached out to give reassuring pats to his shoulders. 

“Mom!” He complained. 

“Did she say she’d be back?” His mother asked. 

“Yes, at sunset.” He answered. 

“Then take her at her word, just as surely as she can take you at yours.” She encouraged him. 

“But that also means you have a lot of work to do today to prepare for that, your apartment is that of a bachelor, you'll need to make changes and accommodations for her and yourself as a couple and move out of the barracks. Here, funds for the cause.” She reminded him as she slid him a check for funds to turn his barely used except on the weekends and vacations apartment into a proper home as he took it and pocketed the check and went to do just that. 

“Yup!” He suddenly sprung from that seat and went to his barracks and moved out of them, and then moved fully back into his own apartments and bought what was left in the markets and even made orders for more things, like sets of bedding in various colors and other household supplies. He spent the rest of the day deep cleaning his place and then rearranging it so that the two of them could live here comfortably, and maybe, hopefully, share it with a dozen kids since most dragonborn had clutches of 9-12 kids at a time. He got them ready to share with his mate- and hopefully his future family with Kallura, when she would get back. Trying to busy himself with such preparations and could only hope she would like what she found when she would get back. 

The sun had yet to even touch the horizon before he heard a fluttering of wings before he saw her flying in, with several bags all around her before she practically fell into a heap of stuff just inside the room. 

“Sorry, I packed a lot more than I thought I did.” She apologized as he helped take the various packs off of her so she could get up. 

“It’s ok. I don’t care if I have to scale that island and get it all myself. I’m just so happy you’re back!” He said as he finally enveloped her in a tight hug when she was finally freed of her various items. 

"I missed you too." She offered with a bit of laugh as she seemed to hug him just as tightly before she looked past him to see how the space that was his apartment had changed slightly since she was here only that morning. Because it was now very well lit, it was much bigger than she thought it had been. 

“Did your apartment get bigger?” She asked once she pulled away to get a better look at it. 

“Oh, no, it’s just um, better lit now. Do you like it? If there is anything in here you don’t like I can change it to something that you do.” He offered anxiously as he took a tiny step back and then gestured to the rest of it worriedly. 

“Kalmeak, look at me.” She invited before she turned away from it and back to him as she reached up to frame his handsome face in her hands. 

“I’m staying because I love you too. Not because you’re noble, not because you live in a mansion. Not because you may or may not be wealthy. You and just you. I came back for you. I brought a bunch of stuff, thinking that I only had a limited space to work with. That’s all. As long as you’re happy with me, I’m happy with you. You chose me. I choose you. I chose you yesterday and I chose you today and I’ll keep choosing you tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that too ok? Take a deep breath, breathe. Be calm. No need to be so nervous. I’m not gonna vanish on you.” She reassured him before she kissed him sweetly. 

“Yeah but you could have had any other. You could have had a prince like your cousin. I’m…I’m nothing special.” He admitted. 

“The whole royalty thing is off putting if you could believe it.” She informed him. 

“Why?” He asked, surprised by that. 

“Because not all moura are mountain moura. There are royal moura. But they are from Dorierra which is a country on the other side of the world. They only sell royal moura women to any prince who wants one. My cousin feels panicked and unworthy because she is not royal or noble, just the way I am not royal or noble. Because mountain moura do not believe in such things. And heavenly moura are nothing but royal and noble because they have nothing better to be than that. I feel that nobility should be in a person’s character, not their bloodline. And I came back to you because you are of noble character and that is all that has mattered to me since I met you.” Kallura explained as Kalmeak felt so incredibly humbled that he started to cry before she cooed and kissed his tears away before he hugged her as tight as he dared and her back cracked before he loosened up. 

“Sorry, sorry. Too tight. I don’t know my own strength sometimes.” He quickly apologized. 

“Don’t apologize, that felt really good, my back was out of alignment and needed that.”  As she hugged him just as tight as before before he tightened his hold on her again and was just happy to stand and hold her in his arms for several long moments before their breathing and heart rate began to synchronize and only once he fully trusted that she wasn’t going to leave again and wasn’t dreaming, did he finally relax and finally breathe easy. 

“There we go. Now, help me unpack.” She urged once he did as she pulled away and picked up a special pot with a special plant growing out of it. 

“What is that?” He asked. 

“This is a sapling of my elder tree from home. Do we have a place in a protected garden where we can plant this?” She asked. 

“Yes. Right this way.” He invited as he showed her the family’s private garden and where his personal plot in it was as she planted it there and then took a knife out and was about to cut her hand. 

“Ah!” He yelped and reached and pulled the knife from her hand to keep her from hurting herself. 

“What are you doing?” He asked as the knife then transformed to a feather in his hands. 

“Making our union permanent?” She answered. 

“By cutting yourself?” He asked as he seemed reluctant to give the feather back to her. 

“This is a perfume tree. It needs blood in the soil in order for it to take root. It needs our blood together to do so. It’s my elder tree. We all give it our moon blood. To keep feeding it and nourishing it. Just like you and I need our blood to stay alive. It doesn’t however need too much. Just a little bit. I was going to heal myself and you after. Do you not want this?” She asked. 

“No, I want us, I just don’t want you to be hurt.” He clarified. 

“But doesn’t childbirth hurt?” She asked him. 

“It does.” He confirmed, rather reluctantly. 

“But isn’t the new life worth the pain?” She reasoned as she scooted closer to him as they knelt in the dirt as she dipped her head to look up into his face. 

“It is.” He confirmed. “So is this. This tree will only grow and give us sustaining life if we do the same. It’s not asking for a person’s life to be sacrificed. It’s just asking for a little blood. Blood I’m ready and willing to give. Are you?” She asked. 

“For you? I am.” He confirmed as he handed her the feather back and watched as it became a smaller blade in her hand. 

“There. Put your hand above mine, like this.” She moved his hand before her palm under his so that the bend in her palm would line up with his own as she moved so that she knelt in front of him as his other hand wrapped around her waist. 

“Ready, now the vow is ‘with this life blood, I give life with my mate’. Can you repeat that?” She asked. 

“With this life blood, I give life with my mate’.” He repeated. 

“Ok, now, we’re going to say that again, but as we say it, I will cut your palm and then mine, your blood will drip down your palm and down my own and into the hole we dug. Then we will plant the sapling and then I’ll heal you and myself. You ready?” She coached. 

“Yeah.” He nodded and braced himself. 

“With this life blood, I give life with my mate.” They said in unison as the blade sliced from his palm to hers as they held their hand over the center of the hole and let some blood trickle down into the hole before she reached for the plant, putting her still bleeding hand over the bark of the small sapling as he realized she had already cut it with the blade just after she cut their hands and gripped it with her and reached around and over her to help pull it from the pot and plant it into the hole as the sap began to get into the wound and he was surprised when all the pain left his hand and the moment she pulled her hand back. Their blood had mixed with the white sap of the tree and their hands now had a stripe of white sap over the wound, and was healing it as she used her other hand to push down more soil around the base as he did the same as the sap became almost like a rubber or even a paint over the wound that kept anything else from getting into it they used all four of their hands to help bury the roots of the sapling before she kissed his cheek sweetly as his head came to rest over her shoulder as he pulled her to sit down into his lap once the sapling was planted before he kissed her back sweetly and appreciated the sheer beauty of her and the tree. 

“So what’s a perfume tree?” He asked. “A perfume tree is a tree that gives you flowers that are perfect to make perfume with. Or soaps or candles or especially incense with.” “We have merchants who travel all over and have incense of all kinds that they sell to all the temples. And special perfume oils to the perfumers. I think my mother and my sisters in law have bottles of it that they wear on special occasions.” He answered. 

“Nice, well with this, we can now make our own and sell it to others for any price that you feel is fair. Because again, I’m still learning your money system.” She invited. 

“Oh, ok. Wow. Well that solves that then.” He seemed pleasantly surprised. 

“Solves what?” She asked. “What avenue of business I was going to go into once I graduate from my basic military training. Every male in the nation receives at least some basic self defense. Most enlist to get official military training, others more can graduate from basic training into more specialized training. But I was not really drawn to such teachings. And before I met you, I wasn’t sure at all what I was going to do with my life once I graduated. But now, thanks to you. Now I do. I want to help you to care for this tree and it’s blooms for whatever purpose you’d like. As you can see there are many dragon heart trees here. I know the butter from the seed of the fruit is great for soaps and conditioners. So we will have that as an ingredient we don’t have to buy to make that as well.” He realized. 

“Perfect.” She grinned happily as she was content to simply sit in Kalmeak’s lap and embrace, happy to rest against his strong body, and have her sapling taking to the soil. The blood that dripped from his hand to hers, told her that their future children would be quite magnificent, when they would come. 

“Hello.” Kalmeak’s mother and father greeted once they came into the garden to see Kalmeak with his otherwise rather bare plot before the pair turned to see them and she got to see her new daughter in law. 

“Hello. I’m Kallura, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Kallura pleasantly greeted once she got up with Kalmeak to officially meet his parents. 

“The pleasure is all ours. I’m Kalmeak’s mother Thriadrian, you can call me Theda though, and this is his father, Lianxuas, or Lian for short. So what did you plant in the garden?” She asked as they came over and gestured to the sapling. “Oh it’s a sapling of my elder tree from home. It’s a perfume tree. The flowers can be used for all many of things that need a pleasant scent.” She explained. “Oh how wonderful!” Theda cooed happily as she came over to appreciate the small sapling. “So will it need anything to help it grow?” She asked. 

“Do the women in the family have a moon blood? Like bleed when they are not pregnant? Or perhaps, gravid?” She asked. 

“It is considered- gravid, and yes we do.” Theda answered, granted with a bit more surprise because such a subject wasn’t exactly “polite” to talk about openly in mixed company. 

“Well if you could please put such blood on this tree, it needs the nourishment, even if it’s older and dying blood.” She gestured to the tree. “Really? Oh, ok. Of course, we can do that, certainly.” Theda readily agreed, not expecting that such things could actually be useful to anyone or anything, other than to prove that a woman was not gravid with fertile eggs.��

“Thank you.” Kallura answered. 

“Well we have dinner inside, if you’d like to join us and meet the rest of the family.” Lian invited. “Yes please.” Kallura nodded as she took Kalmeak’s arm and walked with him back into the main part of the house where the rest of his family was, eagerly waiting to meet her and welcome her into the family as Kallura took a special interest in all the kids, having younger siblings about their sizes and ages as they seemed to be in awed wonder at how ‘angelic’ she was as they shared with her, their lesson books to help her learn draconic like they were in schooling lessons, as she helped to teach them marinai and common better. They were the most patient in helping her learn to say the different sounds that went into their names as she learned there was an informal name they had when they were very young and then a more “proper” name they would use when they would grow up and be known to more than just their family. As Kallura got to learn Kalmeak’s childhood name. Nipper. Which Kallura thought was just adorable, and if anything, fitting as they shared a large and quite lavish family banquet as Kallura was delighted that she was welcomed as warmly as she was sure Kalmeak would be when he’d meet her family when they would come and visit.

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