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Bas Aoire

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Abyssal HoundApprox. 313 yrsLIKES: crystals, flowers, art, small critters, exploring, ReinDISLIKES: tea, silence, summer, Iyarri, asking for help_>PLAYLIST<

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Bas had always been curious, often venturing well past what he considered home to mingle and learn more about the mortals and their plane. Their lives were so fleeting and short lived that they found immeasurable joy in some of the most mundane things. It was endearing, fostering a fondness deep in his heart for these creatures of ingenuity and persistence.Once he chose to blend in with them he quickly learned that the mortal form his spirit gravitated towards, for all intents and purposes a simple rearrangement of his true self, was intimidating to the people around him. The last thing he wanted was to observe humans in a state of discomfort, and so he learned to soften his eyes and keep the faintest perpetual smile on his lips. And it worked, people were far more open and receptive to him, which only encouraged him to make more frequent journeys from his plane.Of course, he wasn't the only resident of Obscura to make the trip. No, many could travel to the mortal coil as easily as he could, some with less than stellar intentions. He made sure to keep an eye on them, a silent guardian to the humans around him unbeknownst to them - and he intended to keep it that way. There was an ecosystem between the planes and he would do whatever he could to see that the careful balance was not disrupted.It was on one of these occasions, after a violent confrontation between himself and a pair of Corrupted Beasts, that Bas met the mortal that would change the course of his life forever.Saol was the embodiment of gentleness. Being near him was like being near a warm fireplace, belly warmed with rich food and thirst quenched with good drink. Saol was comfort and safety and before terribly long he became home. But again, mortal lives were so short and fleeting, moreso when afflicted with illness. As quickly as he found his home Bas lost it, bereft and adrift in the middle of a life crafted for two.Some would call his love for Saol a mistake, a miscalculation that plunged him headfirst into heartbreak. If loving Saol was a mistake then it was the most brilliant mistake he'd ever made, one he would repeat again and again if given the opportunity. He would do anything to see his twinkling smile, to hear his rich and fond laughter again.No, their love was many things, but he could never consider it a mistake.Bas continued to live there, in a little cottage frozen in time; sometimes a host of the same comfort and gentleness he'd lavished in within those four walls, and sometimes he was a shambling corpse, mindless and aimless. He haunted himself in Saol's place, asking every what-if under the sun in attempt to reconcile with a world that did not have his lover in it. Acceptance was a road uphill, treacherous pitfalls around every sharp turn, but sure enough his grief receded to the back of his mind. It became a constant but gentle pressure behind his eyes that became clearer in the lonely hours of the night, as much a part of him as his skin.While Bas may have begun to keep his distance from most mortals, his urge to protect persisted. In that cottage constantly teetering between a memorial or mausoleum, Bas welcomed others encountered in his journeys. He wanted to offer the same salvation he found here, if even for the briefest while, in honor of the one who had shown him such an endless font of kindness.

_{Art By: BarghestBlack}

• {18+} Sombrose

• for BarghestBlack

Somber had been tracking his progress all day, jaw clenched with a rhythmic tic as he watched him stop at too many stalls to talk to too many people. Humans were always talking, like chittering little birds desperate for a glimmer of attention. Pitiful.He didn't vie for attention, Somber would be witnessed if that was his intent.After less than an hour more of watching, Ambrose broke away from the crowd, presumably finished with his fruitless tasks and asinine conversations, and Somber followed close by in the shadows. He was adept at going unseen when needed so he waited just a bit longer, just until Ambrose passed the doorway of a small home at the edge of town, a little one-room thing coated in a layer of dust, long forgotten by previous tenants as well as the city itself. Without a second's hesitation, Somber lunged forward and fisted a mass of cloak within his claws and yanked with just a fraction of his strength. A fanged, satisfied grin spread over his face as he watched the nomad slam through the door with a ‘bang!’ and sprawl across the dusty floorboards. The bag of his purchases had been sacrificed, tossed aside in the fall with contents spilt in every direction.Ambrose turned, wide eyed at first before narrowing his gaze at the looming figure above him, a man of sharp angles and sharper tongue. He’d barely exchanged more than a handful of words with Somber but he'd been cut by them enough times to know they were a weapon. He quickly moved to stand, elbows braced beneath him until the breath was knocked out of him by a well placed knee pressed down just beneath his sternum.“Let me go.” Ambrose knew his attempt at a growl would seem pathetic in front of Somber - Rein always had the decency to laugh playfully and politely - and so he wasn’t as phased by the resulting mocking laughter as he perhaps should have been. Nevertheless, while he had never been a violent man, he wished he could rip that fanged grin from Somber’s face.“I didn’t spend my entire day hunting my prey just to let it go.” He sneered and Ambrose returned the gesture, lifting one hand to shove at the near-bare chest in front of him. He should’ve expected those claws to intercept him, pinning each of his wrists to the worn floorboards on either side of his head. He had the sudden urge to cover his throat.“Then what do you want? Hm?” Ambrose spoke with a confidence he didn’t truly feel. How could he when he was at the mercy of an apex predator hovering only inches - if that - above his face? He could almost count every eyelash that fanned across Somber’s skin each time he blinked. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the revelation; Somber would be quite beautiful if his arrogance and attitude didn’t completely sully any appeal he may have had to Ambrose.“Gods you humans are so noisy.” Somber sneered, shifting his hands so he held both of Ambrose’s wrists in a single grasp above his head - don’t think too hard about it, don’t go down that route - before he pressed his clawed fingertips against his lips. “Open.”Was he serious? He expected him to just part his lips and obey? Perhaps he’d been too complacent in how he presented himself to Somber, had somehow given him the impression that he was passive and pliant. He hoped the barghest saw the fire in his eyes, the defiance raging just beneath his skin.He parted his lips and nearly choked as two fingers forced their way in and pressed down on his tongue, pain lancing through the wet, wiggling organ as his claws dug in just the slightest bit. Ambrose hated Somber’s smug smirk, fangs peeking out almost imperceptibly with one eyebrow raised. He could hardly wait to wipe the expression off his face - so he didn’t. He snapped his jaw closed, teeth digging into yielding flesh with no remorse to be found.The resulting snarl of pain was all the more enjoyable as he tasted a faint copper tang against his tongue, the evidence of his victory lingering on his lips even as Somber withdrew his claws. Ambrose felt his face morph into a smirk for just the briefest moment before his jaw was grasped in a painful, crushing hold. He closed his eyes tight against the onslaught, almost certain he could hear his bones creaking from the pressure.“Awfully bold of you but I would tread carefully. She can’t help you here, little lamb.” Somber huffed, almost as if he was amused by Ambrose’s actions, though it was more so at his own private joke. He took far too much joy in holding these secrets, these little treasures of Ambrose’s last life Somber had stolen from him. Sure, he hadn’t dealt the final blow, but he was far from regretting his past actions that set things in motion.He observed as Ambrose squirmed against him and released his grasp the moment he saw genuine distress on his face. He wanted to scare him but not insofar that he stunk up the place with the scent of it. Slowly, he traced his claws from the hinge of his jaw down across his throat, not squeezing but instead trailing his touch over the column of straining muscle in a gentle caress, a cruel juxtaposition of back to back sensations.“Shh,” Somber whispered, leaning forward until his lips brushed against the edge of Ambrose’s ear, feather-light and teasing. “I’m not going to break you, a broken toy is useless to me.” His voice hummed low in his chest as he finally removed his knee from Ambrose’s torso and forced his legs apart just enough so that he could kneel between his open thighs.Ambrose ignored the not unpleasant twist low in his stomach, kicking out with a leg only to draw in a sharp hiss. His movements stilled as Somber sunk his claws into the meat of his hip, a small trickle of blood tickling as it slid down to be absorbed by his clothes. Somber wouldn’t break him but he’d be sure to leave his mark behind, of that Ambrose was certain.“Why are you doing this? I know we’ve never been friends, hardly even acquaintances, but this is low even for you, Somber.” Ambrose hissed from behind clenched teeth, shifting his hips slightly to alleviate the ache beginning to spread there. He froze immediately as he felt Somber tighten his grip at the very same time he felt a twitch against his thigh.“I don’t want to hear my name out of your mouth unless you’re screaming, little lamb,” Somber snarled and Ambrose felt a thick ichor of shame bubble in the cauldron of his stomach. The words should only provoke apprehension and fear and yet he found himself barely suppressing a shiver, fingers curling into fists as a mote of heat curled in his stomach. It was all he could do to resist the temptation to touch Somber, to press afterimages of his fingertips into his flesh in the form of dappled bruises. “Be quiet for me.”Ambrose only just kept his eyelashes from fluttering unconsciously as Somber gripped his jaw again, tilting his head this way and that. He felt like he was under a magnifying glass, exposed and thoroughly examined. He felt naked in a way no amount of cover could cure and just as his mind began to thrum to a violent crescendo of anxious thoughts it all went blissfully silent.Warm lips moved against his own, slow and curious before morphing into crushing pressure and the pinprick of fangs that had him inhaling a halted gasp. That, it turned out, had been the wrong move.Somber’s eyes drifted closed, blocking out the sunlight peeking through the moth-eaten curtains hanging limply against the window. His tongue swept into Ambrose’s mouth, licking behind his teeth as he squeezed his jaw and slowly, so fucking slowly, slid down to rest on his throat - a threat and a promise.Ambrose tasted like the rich toffee candy he’d popped in his mouth while perusing the various market stalls. Warm, rich, nearly saccharine in a way that made Somber’s stomach roil. He met his tongue, sucking in a deep inhale through his nose as the appendage moved against his own. Ambrose’s not just acceptance but active participation gave Somber a sharper grin and a glint in his eye as he opened them to peer down at his prey.A string of saliva connected them as he pulled away, breaking only when he lifted his hand to wipe away the spit clinging to his lips.“Pathetic.” He sneered down at Ambrose, both chests heaving to draw in their neglected breath. “What would she think of you if she saw you now?” Somber asked.“And what would she think of you then?” Ambrose’s voice didn't come out quite as unaffected as he hoped, heart fluttering against his sternum like a caged butterfly. He didn't want to think of what Rein would think of him; flushed, half aroused, and anxious. The thought stung his eyes and he morphed his face into a toothy grimace to stave off the tears.Somber lunged, fanged teeth snapping barely an inch from Ambrose’s face. His breath held the scent of iron and a coppery tang that tickled the back of his throat. He wanted to maim, to tear, to shred. Somber only just kept his claws to himself, chest heaving with the effort.“She knows what I am. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” That hurt, a dull ache dropping from his heart into his stomach. Ambrose knew Rein was hiding something from him but he hadn’t pried, how could he when he could offer nothing in return? That didn’t mean he didn’t feel the cloying fear of the looming ‘what-if’s.Somber, either oblivious or ambivalent to the pain his barb had caused, quickly dropped his hand. He first palmed over him slowly, then squeezed Ambrose through his trousers. “What would she think of this?” He grinned, all glistening teeth.“Of you nearly drooling while touching my cock?” Ambrose was frustrated with himself. Frustrated with his body for betraying him, frustrated with himself for not keeping his mouth shut, frustrated with the little glowing ball of anticipation and excitement sizzling low in his gut.He gasped and arched his back as Somber squeezed harder, his grip just this side of pain over pleasure. His breath shuddered out in a subdued exhalation, not wanting Somber to know quite how affected he was by his touch, no matter how his body betrayed him by throbbing against his palm. He lifted his eyes only to find Somber’s peering back at him, full of a fire that wasn’t quite hatred but something Ambrose couldn’t identify. Whatever Somber felt for him was an emotion he’d never experienced and therefore could not name.Somber narrowed his eyes, gaze sharp in a way that mirrored his bared teeth and squeezing claws. A single thought thrummed so insistently within his skull he almost felt as if it flowed throughout his entire body, like molten blood in his veins.Submit.It was an instruction Somber had followed his entire life; the source of his envy and ire. Submit to those presumably wiser and more powerful than him. Submit to lessons and a future he never asked for. Submit to watching others participate in a life that could have been his. Submit to the monster that lurked just beneath his skin.It was time for someone to submit to him and who better than the man nearly writhing beneath him?Slowly, he slid his palm from the bulge straining the ties of Ambrose’s trousers and slipped it beneath his shirt, internally marveling at how his hand spread across Ambrose’s navel and almost spanned the entire width of his waist. He traced up across his sternum and encircled his hand once again around the column of Ambrose's throat, fingertips molding to flesh as if his grip belonged there. He didn’t squeeze, content to feel the rapid flutter of the mortal’s pulse as he leaned down to whisper against his ear.“You will submit to me, Ambrose,” he grinned, a victorious fanged thing, at the barely audible but no less sharp inhale. “Do so and this might just be good for you, too.”No sooner had the words finished rumbling from Somber’s chest did he draw his hands away, nearly coaxing an ignominious whine from Ambrose’s throat. He felt the heat of his touch branded against his neck, his hips, his navel. A cold draft from the cracked window ushered a sudden shiver down his spine.Ambrose’s mind felt slow, fuzzy in a way he’d never felt before, floaty as if he was splayed in a field of flowers watching the clouds above roll by at their leisure. It didn’t occur to him to fight back against the hands that pulled his clothes from his body, not until the chill spread outwards from his spine and found him trembling against the cold of the worn wooden floor. His teeth chattered, from fear or cold he didn't know anymore, and the sound attracted Somber’s steely gaze.“Please,” Ambrose whispered without his own permission, feeling his eyes sting as his waterline barely contained his pooling tears.“Begging for me already? We haven't even begun.” Somber replied cruelly, shedding his own layers in a careless haste. Ambrose almost wished he could enjoy the show, could enjoy each inch of pale skin Somber uncovered with harsh, jerky movements.“You don't have to do this, Somber.” He sighed, feeling the fight flee him entirely. He was outmatched, he knew, and the sensations weren't entirely unpleasant. He only wished he could have experienced them under better circumstances. “Surely you don't hate me this much. I've never done anything to you.”He should not have said that.Somber felt his blood rise to a boil, bare chest heaving in barely contained rage. He bit back the words he wanted to say, the words he knew would strike Ambrose deep. No, it was better for him to find out on his own, to learn of his past life in slow trickles of memories, disjointed and disarming. He wanted to watch him suffer, to desperately clutch to a sense of identity he couldn’t pin down. Most of all, Somber wanted to have something to hold over his head, a desire of Ambrose’s he would covet for himself.“Maybe this will jog your memory,” He replied before leaning forward until they were pressed chest to chest, skin warming from the heat of the other. Like a striking snake, Somber sunk his teeth into the meat of Ambrose’s shoulder. He may not have used Ambrose’s memories to hurt him, but he was determined to make sure he hurt all the same.“This isn’t the first time I’ve tasted your blood.” He ran his crimson stained tongue over the shell of his ear, his breath puffing against it with every exhale.The words didn’t sink in at first. Ambrose was still blinking away the sparks behind his eyes and registering the sharp ache at his shoulder. Each touch left him breathless in both pain and a second sensation he didn’t want to look at too deeply. He had only just begun to put the pieces together when his vision stopped spinning and he could clearly see the rafters above them."It's your turn now to get a taste of me - but no teeth, little lamb." Somber's grin was razor sharp at the edges, one hand sliding down his torso to grip the base of his own cock.“Wait, you can’t honestly expect me to- I’m not going to-”“It's in your best interest to get me nice and wet, unless you'd prefer we use something else to ease the way?" Ambrose flinched at the unpleasant squirming sensation that bloomed within his shoulder. He watched as globules of blood floated from the wound like bubbles rising from the bottom of a murky lake, hovering just above Somber's upturned palm.He knew this would be the outcome of their encounter and yet he’d still naively held a sliver of hope. “I’m being generous, little lamb. Don’t waste it.”Ambrose whispered Somber's name into the oppressive silence of the cabin. He was less concerned with the command and more with the aura of spite that seemed to radiate from Somber’s very pores. Something was there, pecking at the back of his mind like a carrion bird, stripping the sinew away piece by piece to reveal some truth he wasn’t sure he was prepared to face.“What did I say about my name?” Somber shouted. He was all coiled muscle, the embodiment of a predator ready to strike. Ambrose thought he more resembled a cornered street hound, half starved for something. He wasn't even sure Somber knew what he craved.

Pity was all Somber could see reflected in Ambrose’s eyes and it lit a fire in his veins, a corrosive and sinister thing. He wanted to pluck those eyes from their sockets in a crude mimicry of Iyarri, to ensure he never looked at him as something worth pitying again. Ambrose should be molly-coddled and condoled, to be looked upon in disgust at the end of the day. He would make it so.Ambrose ducked his head, Somber’s gaze searing into him like a brand. Fitting if he was to be a lamb caught in the jaws of a starved wolf, though he was almost certain it would not be Somber ending the day full.Was he truly going to do this? To offer himself up to a man that was practically the epitome of carnality? At least if he did it of his own volition this became his choice and for a brief moment he could finally feel like he was in control of some facet of his life.The thoughts banged around in his skull, a dull staccato of a blacksmith’s hammer. The rhythmic thud was easy to drown out with the shiver of anticipation crawling just beneath his skin, nagging at him to just -“Just get on with it!”Ambrose flinched at the words, refusing to look in Somber’s direction no matter how strongly the lewd sound of Somber fisting his cock to full hardness tempted him. His imagination ran away with him for a brief moment, thoughts of this same scenario under far more pleasant circumstances: Of Somber looking at him with a desire that didn't burn at the edges with hatred, of large hands taking hold of both of them and stroking clumsily, of kisses that were gentle and tinged only with lustful passion. But that was all it was, a fantasy.He breathed deeply, finding some sort of center within himself before he shuffled forward on soon to be bruised knees. Ambrose lifted his hand to rest his palm against Somber's thigh before he leaned forward and tested the weight of him on his tongue. He jerked forward as that hand was slapped away, taking away the anchor he'd been relying on to bear some of his weight and forcing his throat down over the rigid cock he'd only just begun to get acquainted with. He barely managed to keep his jaw open and as relaxed as possible but the rough growl above him told him that Somber had felt the slightest scrape of his teeth."Careful now, lambling. Who knows how my hand may slip?" Somber's voice was almost a purr as his index and middle finger traced from his lips down to the base of his throat.Ambrose inhaled through his nose and closed his eyes before bobbing forward and feeling warm flesh slide over his tongue. He kept going until his nose pressed against Somber's pelvis and the cock piercing his throat twitched to briefly deprive him of airflow. He let the seconds linger, allowed the tension in his jaw to fade as his muscles relaxed, before beginning to move his head in a steady rhythm, occasionally sucking audibly to contain the drool threatening to escape the confines of his stretched lips.It was a clinical act done out of self preservation but he couldn't help the way he stiffened and an errant bead of sticky moisture leaked down his half-hard shaft. He could feel an inferno rise to his cheeks, flames stoked both by arousal and something that settled like curdled cream in his stomach. The sound of a low chuckle had him tucking his head slightly, bangs falling over his face and obscuring his eyes no doubt filled with fathomless shame.It wasn't his first time having sex or even providing fellatio. No, the flood of shame and embarrassment were wild rapids within his veins caused by the guilt of finding this entire ordeal arousing.On a throaty exhale Somber turned his face down and etched the sight of Ambrose (flushed, watery-eyed, and on his knees) deep into his memory. He reached down and pressed his thumb beside his dick and into the corner of Ambrose's lips, tugging slightly and as if pulled by a fishhook Ambrose's head turned. Somber watched as his tongue chased after his length, wriggling, greedy and hungry."You were made for sucking my cock." He tried to reign in the possessiveness that threatened to slip into his tone. Why would the lurking wolf ever feel possessive of a lost shepherd?Somber tugged him forward again, easily slipping past his spit slick lips and savoring the sensation of Ambrose gagging as he gave a languid roll of his hips. He felt the tip of his cock brush the velvet heat of his throat and bared his teeth, all impulse control lost to the wind as he threaded his claws through Ambrose's hair and used the leverage to fuck into his throat over and over and over.Ambrose desperately sucked in a breath each time there was the slightest vacancy to do so, nostrils flaring as large tears spilled down his cheeks and motes of light peeked through the shabby curtains to make them glitter like liquid diamonds. His head swam with the limited access to oxygen and he tipped forward slightly, grateful when Somber allowed him to brace his hands against his hips to ensure he stayed upright.His thoughts drifted away in a fog, eyelids closed while his eyes rolled back in his skull and he became nothing more than wet, pliant flesh around the burning length encased within his lips. Even when Somber pulled out almost completely he kept his tongue extended to keep contact, the angry red tip leaving a streak of salty, bitter moisture across his tongue. He flicked the tip, pressing into the slit in an urgent request for more."Fuck." Never in all his planning did Somber expect to see Ambrose so utterly debased, so lost in his pleasure that the circumstances behind them had clearly been forgotten. It was emboldening, blood boiling in his veins and driving his hips forward again without a second thought.He grasped Ambrose's head and pressed him tight to his pelvis, feeling his throat spasm before relaxing, no trace of a gag response to be found. He trailed the pads of his fingers across his jaw and down, only just managing to bite back a gasp of surprise as he felt the way Ambrose's throat bulged around him. Somber curled his fingers around the column, groaning loudly as he pulled back and thrust forward to feel the journey of his cock from the outside."Fuck!" He didn't care if someone outside heard him. Let them hear, let them see him above the shepherd on his knees, the imprint of his dick forever branded to the inside of his throat.He didn't care to stop his breath from coming out in ragged pants, the tip of his tongue pressed between his front teeth to keep any further words from escaping as Somber allowed his mind to wander, head tilted back and eyes closed in a rare moment of bliss. He let his hands drop to his sides, just barely managing to trap a growl as Ambrose curled his tongue and slurped from base to tip.He curled his claws into fists, the sharp sensation against his palms keeping him grounded enough to keep from succumbing to his fantasies; he wanted so badly to pull his hips back, take himself into hand, and jerk himself to completion until rope after rope of pearly cum painted Ambrose's wide-eyed, unfairly beautiful face. The temptation was so very great, a zing of pleasure tugging at his lower belly, but he managed to pull back and free himself entirely from the sinful lips hurtling him towards his climax.They were on a timer, Rein would surely begin looking for Ambrose if things went on too terribly long, and Somber wasn't confident in his refractory period. Some things would have to remain nothing more than a fleeting, ignored impulse.He grabbed Ambrose's wrist, prying one of his hands from his hip and arranging a crushing hold until only two of Ambrose's fingers were left erect."Suck them." He commanded, pressing the fingertips to his lips and forcing them beyond, into the pliant heat that had just been wrapped around him. He expected more resistance, not the glassy-eyed compliance he was met with as the digits slipped back and forth across his pink, extended tongue.After a few more passes he pulled the thoroughly soaked appendages free and tossed Ambrose carelessly against the floor, a toothy smile built of pure satisfaction spreading over his face at the way the mortal whimpered. It wasn't a sound of pain or even resistance, rather a voice trembling in barely contained pleasure, begging for more.Dropping to his knees behind him, Somber took Ambrose in a bruising grip and arranged his limbs as he wanted; knees and elbows adjusted to dip his back in a beautiful arch. He took a moment to just admire the sight, Ambrose completely exposed and cock leaking heavily between his legs. He already looked half debauched and Somber couldn't wait to defile him further.With haste he forced first one, then a second slicked finger past Ambrose's fluttering hole. He watched closely as Ambrose's thighs trembled and a fresh drop of pre-cum slid from his tip down to the rough wood floor, urging him to slide his fingers back until the tips caught against his rim before pushing them forward again.The repeated motions culminated into a trembling keen that echoed through the cabin and spurred Somber to pull those fingers out entirely, watching as Ambrose further braced himself with his freed arm. He gripped the ass presented in front of him, positioning his thumbs so his claws angled away from Ambrose's clenching, slick hole.“You want it that badly? Pitiful.” Somber sneered, the words barely escaping before he gathered a pool of saliva on his tongue and aggressively spit the wet load against Ambrose's pucker. He used the acerbic barb and crude action to draw his own attention away from what he suddenly found himself really wanting to ask; did Ambrose want him that badly?Ambrose didn't hate the idea of Somber taking him, the anticipation enough to have him dipping his back just slightly lower. No, the idea of being held down while his pseudo-rival took what he wanted from him didn't disgust him nearly as much as it should have (if at all.) He breathed and slowly relaxed his muscles, knowing to clench would only bring him more discomfort in what was to come, and allowed his blood a moment to cool in what was clearly calm before the storm.Somber pressed his blunt head in just as Ambrose shifted his body in an attempt to kick him (a halfhearted, weak act to try and maintain some shred of dignity.) A laugh burst from him at the airy cry that left Ambrose’s parted lips. He only just managed to suppress his own sound of pleasure as he pushed further, Ambrose’s muscles both resisting him and sucking him in. He felt his vision cross for a moment, clawed hand grasping firm to Ambrose’s flank to ground himself as he slowly evened out his breathing and cooled the raging fire in his veins.Ambrose quickly gulped in a breath he hadn't realized he desperately needed. He knew this was just a moment of reprieve, both their bodies adjusting to the sensations they were building together, and he intended to take advantage of it. Once again it was a shame he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut and his words to himself, tone dripping with venom and the last dregs of his resistance.“What I want is for you to finish this so I can inform everyone what a terrible fuck you a- ah!”The words punched out of him along with his breath, his cry turning into a long groan as he felt Somber slip the rest of the way in, hips flush to the curve of his ass. He barely felt the blood trickling down his hip where Somber's grip still held firm, far more focused on the fullness settled in the core of his body.Warmth. Warmth and yielding flesh. It was all Somber could focus on as he pulled in deep lungfuls of air in an attempt to quell the flames smoldering just beneath his skin. He hadn't thought it was possible but he hated Ambrose a little more now; he hated how good his body felt beneath and around him, hated how badly he wanted to draw more and more sounds from him, how he wanted to see all the ways his body would yield to him.He braced himself over Ambrose’s back, nipping his teeth against the back of his neck and shoulder, before slowly pulling back and thrusting forward, his fangs drawing blood as he fought to control himself. He didn't want to end this too quickly, didn't want to give Ambrose the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was by hi- his body. His body and nothing more.Ambrose trembled as the thick cock rubbed against his walls everywhere but that little spot he craved. He bit back a gasp as Somber began a steady rhythm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he craved every strong thrust. Part of him wished he could flip over, wished he could watch Somber’s face for any reaction however minuscule. He wanted to see the power he held over the barghest, to know they had both fallen prey to something neither of them ever expected.In another life maybe they were gentle. In another life maybe Somber held him close and exchanged lazy, practiced kisses, licking behind his teeth and stroking his hand soothingly over his hip as he fucked into him with slow, languid thrusts. As it was, Somber leaned back and grasped the back of his neck, pressing his face against the dusty, worn rug over ragged floorboards. His thrusts were cruel and punishing and yet Ambrose found them every bit as delicious as the ones in his imagination.Somewhere after a half a dozen thrusts Ambrose lost his will to remain in control of his reactions and instead reached his hand back to slide his fingers over where they were connected. He barely managed to swallow his groan at the sensation, feeling the pads of his fingers against his puffy rim as Somber pulled back and spat another glob between them, the glide inside him now met with even less resistance. He could no sooner stop breathing than keep his crying moan from punching out of him, trembling and raw.Somber took the opportunity to grab his wrist, twisting Ambrose’s arm behind his back until his hand was nearly between his shoulder blades. The combination of pain, pleasure, and the odd tilt of his body brought Ambrose further against the floor, the arm that had been bracing him up the smallest bit now beneath him.Ambrose leaned forward on Somber’s next thrust, body rocking against the wood as he quickly reached his free hand out to grasp the nearest pile of clothes. He positioned the wad of cloth and fur to pillow his head just in time for a particularly hard thrust that had his fingers digging into the fabric and his throat vibrating with a trapped my moan. It served to both muffle his cry and protect his face from the rough rug fibers and battered wood floorboards, the latter something he clearly couldn't expect Somber to care about.Despite his annoyance his senses felt surrounded by Somber, dominated by him, and it took a titanic effort to lift his head and understand why; Somber’s warm, sweat-slick body arched over his back while his claws dug into one of his wrists and grasped for the other, hips snapping forward and keeping pace the entire time. While intoxicating the true nail in the coffin, what truly warped Ambrose's senses and made him feel possessed both inside and out, was the article of clothing he’d just come to tuck beneath his head - Somber’s furred mantle. On each gasping inhale a wild scent flooded his lungs, bringing both muddied thoughts and the taste of copper at the back of his palate.Ambrose barely registered his shoulders rolling in their sockets as his body was pulled upwards until his back was flush with Somber’s chest. The new angle drew a sound from him so loud his heart briefly stuttered in fear of discovery from someone outside. They weren't too far from the market but the busy hour worked out in his favor - or detriment. No one would be able to hear the near sob as he threw his head back and surrendered the last ounce of his self control, lost to the sound of skin slapping against skin, soft growls against his ear, and the sensation of his cock bouncing painfully between his spread knees.

It was clear Somber had no intention of ensuring he finished, he would deny Ambrose his peak for as long as he could by refusing to touch him and ensuring Ambrose couldn't do so himself. He purposefully avoided that little gland inside him, the tip of his cock nudging almost every inch of his walls and yet strategically missing the one spot that would guarantee to bring him closer to release. Ambrose felt tears well at the corners of his eyes, frustrated snarls of his own muted behind clenched teeth.He glanced down, desperate for either a distraction or something to hurtle him closer to his end, and watched as his angry red cockhead slapped his lower belly, leaving a glistening smear of pre-cum in its wake. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to bring him any kind of satisfaction, and his white-hot desire had him struggling to try and free his arms. He just needed to touch, just a few strokes and the buzzing beneath his skin would be sated and he could lay in a boneless heap until Somber found his completion.Somber's grasp tightened around Ambrose's wrists as he leaned forward with all his weight, slamming them both back to the floor with Ambrose's face again pressed to the pile of fur and cloth. A thrill ran through him knowing Ambrose would be utterly permeated in his scent when he returned. Rein would smell him, smell them, and know that he had once again played with her favorite toy. Her little trinket would be unbroken but forever changed and she would never be any the wiser as to why.But he did so wish he could break him.Somber wished he could shift, wished his body could morph into the dark ferocity of his were-self as he plunged deeper inside the shepherd. He would only grow stronger, larger, and he wondered what it would feel like to feel his cock expand while wrapped in Ambrose's tight heat, wondered how it would feel to force him down onto his knot as he filled him to the brim. He wanted to lap up the resulting tears, to feel the burst of salt against his extended tongue and know that he had been the cause.He gave a particularly harsh thrust at the thought, a cruel laugh bubbling up his throat as he finally hit Ambrose's prostate for the first time. He watched him cry out, the aforementioned tear slipping from his eye as he nearly sobbed at the sensation. The clench around him kicked forward another roll of his hips, the walls massaging his length causing him to lose sight of his goal and merely chase carnal pleasure for a handful more thrusts. He turned his head and ran his tongue along Ambrose's cheek, capturing the little bead of moisture before it slipped down the edge of his jaw. He couldn't discern the difference between sweat and tears but it truly didn't matter, the combination a delicious ambrosia that danced across his taste buds."Som-" Ambrose whined into the furs beneath him, the pleasure inside him building to a violent crescendo and it was all he could do to bite the name behind his teeth. He couldn't. He wasn't that far gone, though very nearly so.Thankfully, with the little game seemingly forgotten, he drew closer and closer to his own finish despite not being able to stroke over his own length. If he could manage to find his completion it would be the first time ever did so untouched and his skin felt like it was vibrating in anticipation of that moment.His breath left him in open mouthed pants, hands finally freed and grasping the fabric beneath him as Somber gripped his hips and began to both thrust forward and pull Ambrose back onto his cock. Each loud slap of skin came accompanied with a groan or a cry Ambrose found himself completely unable to suppress. As the pace increased he felt himself tightening, felt Somber's rhythm grow erratic, and he knew all he had to do was focus on the core of his pleasure to find his end. If he could just do that he could be free of the inferno flooding his veins and clouding his mind. His groans became full blown moans and he knew he was growing close, cock throbbing and leaking, balls drawing up tight-And then he sobbed, a loud, pained thing nearly drowned out by a wicked laugh that curdled his stomach.Somber's clawed fingers circled the base of his shaft in a firm grip, forcing his orgasm back and tears of frustration to pour down his face. He couldn't even move away as he felt the barghest's lips against his jaw, honeyed voice crooning instructions into his skin."Beg for it."A second sob shook out of his body at the words and Ambrose turned his face completely into the furs, trying to hide the burning shame that was him nearly wailing with the need to cum. He felt lightheaded, short of breath, as if he was going to shatter apart if he didn't cum soon, and any last remnant of dignity he had been desperately clutching to his chest was lost to the ether as his voice came forth without permission."Please!"He barely registered the "good little lamb," whispered against his neck before Somber rolled his hips again, pace and strength restored as both claws returned to his hips and yanked him back one- three- seven more times. Each deep plunge stroked and prodded at his prostate and finally, finally, Ambrose came with a hoarse cry that was no doubt heard by any unlucky passerby within a fifty foot radius.Of course Somber didn't let up, it didn't matter to him that the lamb had found his peak, he was here for one thing and it was to possess the man beneath him, to ensure he remembered this meeting for many cycles to come. He continued to thrust even as Ambrose trembled in over-sensitivity, his clenching walls milking Somber's orgasm forward until he leaned against him as far as he could. Somber quickly brushed Ambrose's hair from the back of his neck, sinking his teeth in just as he gave one final deep surge forward and emptied every ounce of his load into Ambrose's pulsing channel.He panted around the flesh of his neck and lapped at the wound while his teeth remained embedded. Somber's hips kicked forward just a few more times, his cock throbbing as the last pulses of his spend left him, and abruptly broke all contact with Ambrose. He licked the blood from his teeth and sat back on his heels as he watched Ambrose collapse forward in a filthy heap of their combined fluids; blood, sweat, and cum."Perfect." Somber chuckled, using one of his knuckles to force some of his escaping seed back inside Ambrose before his hand was slapped away.Ambrose said nothing as he peered back at Somber, hair tangled about his face and blood trickling down his neck and shoulders. He looked half feral and something about it had Somber's cock twitching with renewed vigor and interest.Something to explore another time perhaps. For now, he needed to get dressed and make himself scarce.He moved around Ambrose, grabbing the articles of clothing that were clearly his and kicking Ambrose's in his direction carelessly. It didn't matter to him what the shepherd did now, not so long as Somber was long gone by the time he rejoined with their shared acquaintance. Still, he couldn't stop himself from offering a parting taunt."Be sure to tell Rein I said hello." Somber smiled as he tugged the last of his clothes into place, looking for all intents and purposes perfectly unruffled save for the pink flush across his shoulders and cheeks. (He could still faintly feel the imprint of teeth around his fingers.)Ambrose ignored the comment entirely, expression shuttered as he rolled over until his back was to Somber. It didn't take long before he heard the sound of the cabin door open and shut again, silence permeating the room at last.There was a moment while he was alone, lying on the floor and catching his breath in a pile of his own clothes, where Ambrose allowed his mind to wander. In the world contained behind his eyelids, tucked somewhere so far away it felt unobtainable, he imagined a cottage not entirely unlike this one.The cottage was clean, thriving plants tucked into every window and corner, and various trinkets of bones and crystal set out on display. He stood in the kitchen and turned to place a cup of tea in front of a sleepy Rein, her hair barely kept within the confines of her hair tie. He would have to fix her braid later; it wasn't exactly a hardship.A sound drew his attention elsewhere, towards a door he couldn't quite see into, where Somber emerged. He looked perfectly put together but Ambrose knew he had been snoring in a tangle of blankets not thirty minutes ago. He watched with a fond smile as Somber leaned down to press a kiss to Rein's hair, eventually sitting beside her and stealing the cup from her hands to take a sip of his own. He screwed up his face and quickly passed it back."Too sweet.""If you'll just wait a second, yours will be ready." Ambrose chuckled, preparing Somber's tea exactly as he knew he liked it before placing it in front of him. Just as was about to pull his hand back he felt it wrapped in a warm grasp, Somber gently rubbing his thumb over his palm in thanks before releasing him.Something in his chest ached horribly at the vision, a torturous look at what could have been. Forcing himself away from the fantasy Ambrose stood and pulled on his clothes with routine, detached movements. He didn't know that version of Somber and Rein and certainly didn't know that version of himself… But did he even really know who he was now?"This isn’t the first time I’ve tasted your blood."It didn't matter. He needed to get back to camp before Rein worried too much, before she came looking and found him like this. The only thing that mattered was leaving this cottage and its memories behind and pretending like none of this ever happened, like his skin didn't itch with the branding heat of Somber's lingering touch.The only thing that mattered was moving forward.