Aezhyrrael was a swathe of dark night upon his Lord's spire when he came, robed in pitch abyss night-touched over and down both shoulders. The display violent upon him in his reluctance to meet with the Arch-Divine at all.

In reluctance to meet with him. He wears Mornfeir at his side in black fury.

In swearing to him.

The arch bore his chest to cold displayed the scars and brands of his Kabal in pleasure, hyuron-blood already dried. Hyuron-blood bathed within in pleasure when asked of his seer.

It was, after some mortal years, this that made him hesitate. In protection of his claim. This that set his claws over Calix ferociously until forced to part with him. Forced to steep himself and his blade within the chamber of that which would seek to have his seer destroyed in the name of all their people. This he saw.

This he contended with in his own mind when, hmm. After centuries roiled by his quest, by Zhaine's bidding...

He contended with trust. With selfish desire choking his own heart in thorns and in. Hah. Soft hands. Clawless paws.

It was at Mornkhainen's mercy that he would not speak of Calix at all. Not of the aether as it crawled at the back of his nape in some pleasure.

At Mornkhainen's mercy, his claws were upon the grip and he molestested it all the while in some strain beneath fangs and hissing pleasure. When he was summoned to within his Lord's chamber, his eyes are drawn upwards to the glass and brilliant night before regarding his Lord.

He would, with this pleasure, tell him everything as they sat with one another. Of the former Divine's downfall to his blade and of the slavery that awaited him. The torment awaiting him at both their pleasures.

He breathed at the end of all his flourish and journey- his torment- and regarded Mornkhainen with obedient strain, fangs showing in willing subservience. Subservience meant for such a beautiful lord and in some awareness of his own claws after such a journey. After uncountable cycles in abyss with Calix and with whispers omnipresent sometimes still.

"I offer the Black Rite's loyalty to you in fullest pleasure. With Mornfeir... I have claimed my fate, as it pleases." He hissed.

He offered himself in full.

Such pretty words were given in promise of pleasure and feasts.

They were in for so long that Calix was bidden to his side and Aezhyrrael felt the blood in his veins barb to ice as he felt him behind. The torment instantaneous and yet. Not in words. Not yet.

You've grown fond of him.-

"Given to me as my own. He is loyal to me." Aezhyrrael declared, a fang licked in nape stiffening. His very aether curled around Calix in possession as both were made to listen to horrors unfolding in promise.

He felt agony beyond that which he could see and regarded Calix in the corner of his attention as eyes were drawn up in entrancement to his Lord's will.

The ex-venatorix embraces the dark and you find… Something else. A perfect little downward spiral. Where does it lead?

His veins set aflame at the declaration.

The things asked of them both...

The answer given turns his stomach into some spiral of darkness as he considers what was asked in an instant. He roils inside his own head in growing, spurring horror.

All spirals downward were to the hungering void. To death. To destruction for them both or the obliteration of one and then the other. Spirals downwards walking into darkness into the very whispers from whence they had both wrenched themselves.

The stars above were invisible to Aezhyrrael who begs and bides with his own thoughts beneath the currents of strain beyond his own will to decipher. Stars across the gown glitter in mockery of what his mind was not permitted to see.

Aezhyrrael's own body cords beneath his robes into poise collected to venom.

In collision he would see many things destroyed to keep Calix. Ecstasy starved to keep him near for longer. For in breaking him into the world of his own had he become eager and degenerate for that world of his and what lay at its heart within his own bed- in his own chains.

And it was. It was an unusual fate. Wasn't it.

In contending with the words as they seared his mind, Aezhyrrael's mind is given to adoration so deep he would devour both their very souls in defiance. In possession so starved.

Such paths require… A strong stomach, Aezhyrrael.

Claws tense and flex against his own palms in growing strain until he pierces the skin. The stride nearer one that he meets with fangs bared and the other hand extending for his seer.

One that lapses in his mind and goes merely beyond that body. His decision was made.

One hand grips Mornfeir and the other- the other reaches for Calix and comes between them both. The hiss from his fangs vicious.

"You will cease this nauseating display."

He felt them as fire with one another; the asks set his soul to ice.

"It is in Zhaine's name that we are bound to one another. Mroth'fli or no," he breathes. "As it was, after all, our Lord who chose him as mine to claim. Was it not."

Aezhyrrael declares.

He turns and looks to Calix and claws his waist as he holds him- staring. Brows pinching under eyes wild in disbelief.

"So I have claimed Calix as my own. It is without he that Zhaine's blood should have joined the choirs below. He whose name I would denounce in immense pleasure to keep him."

Aezhyrrael turns in furious flare and presents Mornfeir to him with a whine from its resting place- fangs baring.

He feels the nausea of his other as it wept through his body and set his stomach to turning in on itself in such fervent terror at the words. Prophecy or no.

"I will hear no more of this agony. This profound obliteration you suggest. I have made my decision."

Aezhyrrael joins his seer and grips him away that he would try to pull him from the assault. The blood demanded of them both after everything. What more tremendous suffering does he ask?

He grips Calix tighter and turns with him. Powerless. Horrified. For all that he could not partake of in the mind-- what he could not see. But how he felt it boring through his own bones. Calix's mind rent asunder by- hah- a false prophet?

Is that what the Arch-Divine was after all?

It awakens something in Aezhyrrael instantly who roils and squirms under the duress of the rising terror from his bind's belly.

"I will subsume you in this flame long before it is burned out. You will suffer as my plaything until I have pulled the last of the black sinew from your bones."

Aezhyrrael would disobey these premonitions with black pleasure.

"Enough of these vile utterances!"

You will cease this nauseating-

Mornkhainen does. He brings his hands together and offers a perplexed brow toward the pair.

As it was, after all, our Lord who chose him as mine-

“Curious.” Mornkhainen says only after a pause, blinking slowly in thought.

Calix’s heart flutters as he dares not extend a hand to the talons that came to grip him, feeling so very foolish for all he was so suddenly.

So I have claimed Calix as my own.

His neck could burst into flame.

In hearing Mornfeir slide from its resting place at Aezhyrrael’s hip, Calix did take a step back. Surely, you don’t intend to-?

So this is he now? Mornfeir whispers in silence. Much has changed. We could punish him. What has he done?

Mornkhainen’s eyes, previously fixed to the blade in open admiration, flicker up to Aezhyrrael with a knowing curl of his lip.

A gentle gasp. I cannot hide myself from him, my lord.

Mornkhainen’s simper widens gently.

I will hear no more of this agony.

The arch-divine’s frown could only be described as pitying. Perhaps mocking. A touch of wonder, perhaps. Wonder at his lord’s obsession.

What wayward, misguided ardour?

Calix, gripped suddenly, seemed to blink away a bleariness in his eyes as he became suddenly aware, almost stumbling to turn and follow as he was wrenched from the Unseen World by force of Aezhyrrael’s claws.

He quickly matches step with him.

Mornkhainen watches them pass out of his chambers with a level look.

In silence, Calix gently pulls his arm out of his Divine’s grip and relaxes his shoulder. He said nothing until they were out of the Arch-Divine’s domain proper and upon the street. His steps slow somewhat and his eyes darken.

“Your arch-divine…” He sighs. Masked as a breath heavier than was ordinary of him. “He… sees what is to come? With certainty?”

He, feeling foolish suddenly, raises his head when he realised he’d been looking at the ground, shoulders too tight. Out in the city, he wished to reflect well upon his Divine.

But even so- would he ever-?

His brows furrow just slightly at the back of Aezhyrrael’s head. He wanted to ask him if…

Please. He sighs through his nose.

“Have you earned him as an enemy? To say such as you did?”

Aezhyrrael, as his kin, struggled to say such things to his lord- to the all-knowing beacon of their people. That he could not deny these premonitions but in fury wished so ardently to tear the face off every one.

But could he? Could he tear off the face of fate itself?

Curious.

Said in knowing. In mocking, perhaps.

The ice barbs in his veins and he clutches Calix. Clutches his own mind and wrenches it apart from tempting whispers overtaking.

So this is he now?-

Aezhyrrael's eyes narrow as he grips the blade.

This is he. Dangerous black bliss, is he not.

He says with a snarl tightening as the nerves down his own nape twist in agony. The suggestion of the very things... agony. Eyes on him in abyss unknown a mockery felt from Calix's tortured mind. Simpering. Eyes wild. Aezhyrrael's pupils malform to vicious pin-prick as he looks at him in mortal moments passed like flame over nerve endings.

I cannot hide myself from him, my lord.

There is no hiding.

He knows that the lord saw him. He felt Mornkhainen's eyes blazing upon him and Calix from where he alone could not see.

A dangerous thing to stand against. The Arch-Divine a most. Dangerous. Mocking. Thing. To stand against.

Was it suicide in denouncing him like so?

As he grips Calix and tears from from the chamber. Down the corridor and the stairs in prickling silence flaring with such violence. The pulse pounding in his own head in insanity lingering.

As Calix lets himself free- he wishes so much to lunge after the grip and his body tenses as if under a spell of venom as they leave. As he looks at him now and again and fixes his gaze to the creature's mortal flesh.

He brings Mornfeir into its sheath and would hear no more of it.

Was it suicide in betraying a fate Mornkhainen saw?

He had trusted him for many cycles. Many hundreds or thousands of mortal years likewise. And.

He hisses.

Yet.

When they were free, the air of the cold bay touches over them both in effortless stillness. Silence in the air as shouting in the mind as he is forced also to consider their future. He is forced to consider that he would become wild and plunge his blade through Calix's own heart to devour indeed.

The pressure at his side eases him as they stalk away from the spire above and Aezhyrrael's eyes dart to Calix with a breath to speak-- stolen from him.

Your arch-divine...-

"No!" Aezhyrrael hisses then, face dropping as he leads him away. He desires to clutch him and. Why doesn't he. "He sees delusion. Nothing more." He complains in a hurry too quickly.

He senses his discomfort and wants to lunge. Oh, fury.

"I will tell you everything you must know, my love. When we are at our den." He relents quickly, teeth clenched.

He steps them into the dark and beyond the spire and the long walk to his spire was a torment.

Out of sight of most, he slows and reaches to clutch an arm. Taking it in passing by force and squeezing it close in possession.

"Perhaps or perhaps not. It does not matter to me, the way of it." He hisses then. "He would dare to do nothing while Mornfeir is within my grasp, and if he does..."

He hurries the both of them in occupied memory back to the spire and he drags Calix in with a clasping talon. The door behind them sealed- Mornfeir discarded sidelong onto near furnishings in an instant.

Aezhyrrael turns to him in a whorl of fury then and clasps him with both arms as he brings them nearer to the wall- eyes wild over him in focus. Eyes trembling in focus.

He felt those visions forced into both their heads. He understood the way of this. It was inevitable. The piteous mortality of his gauri. Perhaps what fate intended for them both.

"There are things I have not told to your ear. For that is the way of us, isn't it. This bond of ours." Aezhyrrael begins and pauses for a mortal moment as his eyes flicker to the blue eye in pain.

"For it is in promise one day that I must.-- Listen to me well and trust my words."

To consider it gouges Aezhyrrael's heart in agony and he grips him close, grips him flush, pinning him with a growl. Angry as realisation washes back and his recollection of their walk- washes within. He had told him nothing. He had given him nothing.

Claws rise up either side of Calix's arms and grip his neck to hold him in feral clarity.

"Our Lord sees as Zhaine sees. Premonitions meant for fate. They are not promises- but the duty of all our people. Perhaps in the dark future this rejoining of our souls will come to pass as this is the mortality that awaits your kind..."

He hesitates in an agonising moment where he stares into him.

"Yet after all I have asked of you in my charge. I do not forget the suffering you have been made to bear as my blade," he pauses, mouth tightening. "and I have said nothing of it. I have asked all that is beyond your burden to suffer- that is beyond your choice."

The declaration grips him in something strange to say as he could laugh for it. Had he ever spoken such to anyone before?

Had he regarded Calix with such before? Such fervent adoration of the soul?

No. Only pleasure in what he did for his Divine. He sees this in vision and in being made to consider Calix's very real mortality.

"Whether our Lord shall become our enemy or no... You will know that your end will be as you desire it to be. That I will be at your side in any agony that awaits us both. That I will not touch you and that my blade will obey when I forbid it from biting your flesh without your deepest pleasure that it feed upon it. You are my Dulran. My bind. My faithful hound."

Aezhyrrael hisses eagerly and brings their faces closer.

"I do not speak in gauri words even with years of your pawing... After you deigned to be consumed by my world without a choice that was ever yours to make." He frowns thoughtfully as a thumb brushes his jaw and he feels the most gentle bristles of warg stubble beneath the pad of his own bare thumb.

That his decision was made in fate was made in denial then. He would do no such thing to his lord. The thought prickling him behind his eyes but not enough to sob. Though how his very soul ached at the dissent of their Arch-Divine also. But.

"As I am yours also. Nothing will come between."

His mind is drawn in furious possession to his lord Calix. He would tear the very soul out of the Arch-Divine to keep him.

Premonitions would change nothing.

"It does not despair me to say that I love you. You are mine. Not Zhaine's. Not Mornkhainen's. Do you trust me also?" He squeezes his neck then. "Tell me."

Calix senses the lord’s urgent fury and feels… Guilty, suddenly. To be the source of this font of uncertainty so suddenly.

I will tell you everything you must know, my love. When we are at our-

Calix’s face drops in open wonder for just a moment before his look hardens for the rest of their walk to Aezhyrrael’s own spire.

He allows him to clutch his arm with a lightly furrowed brow. The lord-divine’s simple confidence was bewildering. Had he this immense bravery when he had so many opportunities to defy the Spectra when mistreated… Would he still have met Aezhyrrael?

“My lord-“ Calix complains gently as his fingers tense and he tries to free his arm once again. Some static upon the air had him uneasy.

His shoulders rose in a sharp breath when his divine turns upon him and he was against the wall. He bares his teeth for just a moment and wasn’t entirely sure what to expect of his lordship’s intensity.

This bond of ours.

Calix’s lips tighten and a corner curls unsurely, though meets the other’s gaze with his own mismatched one.

Listen to me well and-

He shook his head once, not in defiance but some gnawing fear. Why was Aezhyrrael so-? What was this horrid thing he meant to say now? That he must… What?

Calix’s brows furrow again and he, increasingly stressed, meets the lord’s claws with a sudden grip of his own. It was not affectionate. His fear began to gnaw, clear in his eyes.

When the claws relocate to his neck, he seizes for just a moment. Not an attack.

His breathing levels and his expression softens. And lets Aezhyrrael speak, for what else could he do now? He’d served him until now- he’d serve him still.

The words were, he could decide, special in some way. Though he struggles to predict where he was being taken.

His clarity mixed with horror as he begins to understand.

“So it is not the future in certainty but—“ His eyes drop. “We are to strive for his?” His words lost their teeth as he said them, becoming breath more than sound.

His divine’s assurances did little to stifle the feeling of violation and his eyes flicker against the dark in unsureity.

After you deigned to be consumed by my world-

But the thumb and claw that brush his jaw brought his shoulders to slacken in some defeat. He turns his head into the touch with some rare shyness that inspired him. He focuses on disallowing tears for a moment. In conflict upon many fronts in his mind.

Nothing will come between.

Calix’s brow darkens, though not in any resentment.

“It had been my choice.” He utters in surrender, leaning his head forward until he met anything at all. Chin. Chest. Neck. It mattered not what against.

He trusted him with his neck.

It does not despair me to say that I love you. You are-

Calix takes a sharp breath through his teeth and the stifling of a sob gave speed to his hands coming to curl at Aezhyrrael’s waist.

It was clear he bit back something greater, more vulnerable. The squeezing over his neck earned a gentle sound.

Tell me.

“I’m…” Calix breathed, feeling far away. “Yours.”

Came his simple declaration. His fingers curl against the lord’s waist.

“Though perhaps it means so little to pledge something so short lived.” A sound emerges from where he hid his face. Akin to a pained hiss. “A spark, my life is to yours. Good for naught at all and then gone forever.”

His eyes well with tears he tries to hide now. “If we’re to discuss choice,” He continues bitterly. “You are the one cursed. I will die and leave you nothing. Ash only.”

He, after a moment of gathering himself against a shudder which he veils with a sudden push, leaning back against the stone.

“You speak of defying fate now but have you truly counted the cost… to you?”

A breath, almost a pant as he stiffens his arms then, as if to hold him away suddenly.

“You are immortal darkness,” He says reverently, shaking his head once slow, “and I am dying light. Is my short existence worth condemning you to that future echo of pain? It feels... grotesquely unfair. To you.”

His lord's every breath burns bright in Aezhyrrael's mind as he meets him with attention, teeth only on display when in stress.

In no uncertainty of him on the street or within their own spire. A dark comfort this far from the Arch-Divine's seeing mind.

He curls his neck to Calix's complaints in mutual submission- some gesture of reciprocation- and his grip loosens. But cannot simply let go.

Not as he holds him to the wall then and speaks of perhaps a future, or perhaps not. Strained under his own brow.

The static was felt on him and his claws tap in unsureity over where he held, the complaint loosing him pinned.

All future was his own to deny if he so desired-- in defiance and not in duty. He did not fear Zhaine's bidding. It was not their lord that he feared.

If it was that he would keep his gauri to hold beneath claw and fang where he was to only fear that this would be too much for Calix. That he would be chased away to the south or the sea again.

The very thought of it assailed all of his fears- and he notices the fear within their aether shared. His lips part to console him and he fails terribly, his stomach dropping.

So it is not the future in certainty but--

Aezhyrrael's eyes narrow to almost closed and he considers it in the same agony. Selfish beast.

"If that be not your desire, then we are not to strive for any visions. They are ours to heed or deny. I care not for what has been seen. It is no promise of fate." He assures. Considering with a hiss of abject affection that Calix needn't be bound to the fate of one trapped amongst the draihari. That Zhaine's gift was not given to him in any pleasure. Any knowing of what it truly was.

The pressure of touch to Aezhyrrael's thumb startles his very heart in something that warms him terribly within. The conflict only in some wonder.

He does not resist pressing his thumb to the warm flesh and curling to clasp him painlessly. Leaning insatiably close as both their hearts began to hurt. He felt this.

Far lesser than anything unimaginable. He felt terribly vulnerable for it and his eyes roll in a sincere agony as Calix's forehead meets his chest and he pins him. In any other moment's affection teasing for the nature of it. Gauri intimacy is such a supple and somatic thing.

The sound inspires something horrendous within himself. Something not so sadistic. Aezhyrrael's claws close around him to pet his nape while the declaration.

He breathes and is dredged through all terror in hesitation.

The relief of it releases his pain into the pleasured confidence of a King. Then the doubt. The black doubt felt in the aether.

It pains Aezhyrrael into panic to hear and a hand claws up over his nape to the back of his fluffy head where he pulls him close with a kiss, clutching tight. As tight as he would be allowed to before Calix might squirm.

"No! You do not understand." He gasps. How he would, in the grip on any eldar, tear him apart for the grief paining his very bones.

In selfish desire he closes his claws through Calix's warm hair.

"When eldar are bound by their souls, it is a mark on their very designs. One must not be without the other. That is the way of things," he explains then, slower. "Without you, there is little for me in any land. Not without immense... pity."

Unimaginable pain.

Could he tell him that?

It would only bury the guilt deeper.

If we're to discuss choice,--

"Ohhnn, no no… you do not know what you mean to my heart, my pet. We will both return to one another in death, no matter the way of the end. And it matters not to me. We are bound above all false prophecies-- and you have branded me in sensation that scars my very soul. I am inseparable from you..." Aezhyrrael hisses and lifts his arms to grab him tight before- he is pushed, a sound pushed out from his own throat so unlike himself.

He lets go.

"No!" He breathes, a sound entirely in air.

The separation makes him whine in defiance of the very thing. Suddenly in terror that their souls might be pulled apart for their pain and Aezhyrrael's claws reach for him in possession.

He. pushes against the arms held out and the pain of the words wet his very eyes. What agony. As he raises his claws to the arms and holds them featherlight if he but could.

Fighting for a moment but nothing to raw hyuron strength. Speaking quickly in fear.

"You may not understand this in this moment, gauri, but we are as one in aether- reflections of the same soul. Perhaps we may not be together for all time or perhaps your kind know no such thing simply--" he breathes. "But the cost of our Lord's words is nothing to me. There is no other path I desire. I am fettered to your soul. And... I will not speak of your death until you are ready for it. It is not my choice to make. Be it that it never was at all."

Aezhyrrael frowns as he restrains himself in agony where he struggled so immensely not to wail at him for the torture of the words. As he bites his tongue between words to restrain himself simply.

In recalling their time with one another. He recalls the suffering of his Dulran's very threads. How he had felt all of it in pleasure and in. Dread. Shame. Things remembered.

"I will pay any cost that I must to follow you in my charge. Divine prophecy or no... That is my choice. I would renounce Zhaine's bickerings to remain with your for your life if I must for it is your life that is mine. Mine that is now yours. In your shame and in my desire for possession both."

A shudder in contention with pity. With strain. Had he not captured Calix at all, would he truly be in such a torment with the Spectra? Would they speak to him of premonition and a legacy brought upon him by no choice of his own?

Again?

It was Aezhyrrael's fault in horrible, self-chosen entirety that Calix was to live this way. The smear of the kajal flickering in Aezhyrrael's eyes sets his gaze on the darker of Calix's eyes as he seeks his soul in assurance.

He would claw at him to wash him of the brands and paint them upon him again in pleasure shared.

Was that Calix's choice to desire also? He begs with eyes to come close again.

What of this had ever been Calix's choice?

"You will not speak of fairness to me. Not you who has suffered so insultingly... It was I who flayed your spine and claimed you in desire. Who has given you nothing in turn for what you have been made to do for me. In my duty to trust and to prophecy. I will see no more of it. Only that we be satisfied until we are tired of this world."

Aezhyrrael's head shakes as he cranes his neck to try and reach Calix as he desires so deeply to bite him in affection.

It was speaking not easily given. Not often did he speak such. And it hurts him to do so as he is forced to reflect on Calix's time here.

"I have made my decision. There are no doubts in my mind. None will remove us from one another-- they must destroy me first if so."

He paws his arms in some self-comfort and stares at him hard. And allows a tear free at the sight of Calix's despair also. Wishing only to overwhelm him in shadow or light and please him as he would be pleased with him.

He speaks to him in Arunaic then. In willing Zhaine and Mornkhainen both not to hear him. He would offer them all possible doubt in all ways then. And pants in agony as he grips the warm limbs with his own claws just enough to knead.

His words for only Calix. Not performative darkness as Divine.

"I have made my choice, Calix. I love you. Allow me near you." He begs.

So it was simply true what he’d suspected. That this… bond was more than words. To Eldar there was some exquisitely cruel realness.

He’d pieced together as much in his time with him.

He would spare him the pain if there was any hope of freeing him of it truly.

There would not be.

Calix’s expression softens in defeat though kept him at arm’s length in contemplation, open conflict, for longer.

None will remove us from one another-

Calix squeezed a sound through his teeth, pressing his tongue to them and looking away. He quickly blinks away a tear.

The pawing pains him.

None in the Imperia would be so… Loyal? Devoted? At such a risk to soul on his behalf. Was it selfish?

Was he…? Was Aezhyrrael aware of himself or were all Eldar slaves to this cruelty before they are ever born? Blind in following only.

Blind.

Never… Mind it. Perhaps they were both simply fools.

I have made my choice, Calix.

He exhales in disbelief. He was not speaking…? Words he hasn’t heard in years.

I love you. Allow me near you.

“Nnn..”

Calix allows his elbow to give and the other to fall in easy surrender. Fingers hook over whatever they could find and tug him in invitation.

Coy, somewhat. He looks down between them.

“I…” The hair on his nape rose high. “Love you.”

His fingers pinch whatever part of Aezhyrrael he'd found.

The pain of being apart from him in this moment left Aezhyrrael selfish, vulnerable.

He would likewise be forced to imagine the agony of his reflection and, he does not doubt it for a moment, the conflict. The shame. What had he forced this poor creature within-- and now left him bound with the promise of eternal pain ifhe resisted him.

It was not fair to the man who had given him all of this.

The sound presses a wave of agony into his mind to hear and he paws a little more fervently to have him.

He groans and whines deep within his own soul and as he paws at him he knows he was effortless to bring himself nearer. Powerless to the strength of hyuron arms. Silly.

Staring into the well of Calix's soul in pleading. Begging. That he had made his decision already at the feet of Mornkhainen's night-kissed robes.

Not blind- willing toward what he saw in his own visions. A different fate for them both.

A fool? Perhaps.

With pleasure he would be such a thing if it was told of him.

He was already satisfied.

Without his bind, he would be only as the hollow crown of a dead King.

The exhale is torment as he speaks and Aezhyrrael's body falls into him the moment he surrenders. Talons pawing down his arms and around him to clasp him insatiably close. Enough to sink Aezhyrrael's stomach as he feels the heat against his own bare chest and he whimpers. A thing of small, shrill ecstasy become pain burnt out quickly inside his throat.

He clutches him behind his nape and head and pets feverishly with a long gasp in longing.

It sets another tear loose with the lifting of his very soul and he would settle against him for gracious moments. The weight of all asked and done. Was it fate that they be satisfied this way? One way or another it would be.

The hands around his sleeves and arms are, excitable, impossible to ignore or escape.

His words set Aezhyrrael's skin to bristling. His very flesh roiling in his grip in such pain. Not the pain of a broken soul. Ecstatic affection.

The lord breathes against him and wrests him that he would grab him for anything he could around his neck and jaw as he pants openly against his mouth.

"We are one another's as we both will our time to be." He declares venomously in his bind's tongue the same.

Slender claws grab Calix's jaw in eager thrill, opening his mouth with a kiss that lasts fierce mortal moments.

"Mornkhainen may come if he so envies us. He will regret it." He sneers, gauri-tongue hissing excitably. Words that thrilled him to speak after so long of, oh, such neglect. Never again.

The aether of Aezhyrrael's relief and soul is swallowed by sighs and the pleasure- the adoration- overwhelming. As he pushes Calix to stone again within their haven and growls in open obsession.

Eyes lidding as they dry but still a touch feral. Fangs sneering into a viciously attentive grin as he enjoys him then and watches with a claw exploring over stubble and muscle.

Of all the times he had shaved him. Cut his hair. Bathed him. He would do so each time again.

Lingering remnants of tears over his seer's skin are licked and tasted to free them of the last of their pain.

Anything that Calix so desired-- his charge. His most loyal Dulran.

Aezhyrrael lingers close for moments where he cannot resist being near and he kisses over the stubble in selfish, sensory curiosity. As sharp and lovely as all times. In need of removal in not so long. What thrill.

He nudges himself between jaw and shoulder of his Lord and caresses him.

What release.

"How is it that my sublime gauri would spend his night condescending to my presence?" Aezhyrrael pleads eagerly. In no place to simper. But he does lick at his jaw in pleasured offering.

He would desire only to stare at him for all the night- perhaps to fuck him or to bathe with him or. Or.

Oh, how he was excitable at such a notion... He...

Would do anything to him. For him. All things. The questions of excitement asked while he still was subsumed in shared turmoil.

"Perhaps we begin with repainting your Kajal, my love... Ohhhnn... Or would you have me fuck you? Would you take me in rejoined strength instead this time?"

Aezhyrrael's hand pinches his nape in deepest affection.

"If you simply wish to turn over one another in the nest..." He adds as he nips at his jaw with a fang and eyes him- speaking into his ear all the while bent over him.

Calix’s frown creased his aristocratic features for only as long as he could manage to remain conflicted. And not for so long at all.

He met the kiss with open earnest, hands coming to grip the slender waist tightly. His teeth bared as they part.

The Arunaic exotic to him after so long.

His eyes lid over a growing flush as he could have torn Aezhyrrael to the floor and taken him there.

Each touch was met with increasingly quick reaction. Tongue so closely tickling his eyelashes could have nudged his lips to curl if he was not so clearly imagining the lord under his grip, neck closed under his fingers while he moved over him.

The kisses over his stubble earn a rough nudging as Calix reaches with his teeth to bite at a piked ear so close, an open growl against it.

He steps off of the wall easily, holding his Divine ahead of him as he took him by his wrists and pulled simply. Hyuron strength assuring he remained within reach of his teeth before a hand hooks at the lord’s nape in greedy possession.

“Nnnh-“ He groans in answer, eyes shut as he drags his teeth against the side of his throat all the while backing him into the wall instead.

“Hn—“ He pauses to open his eyes and stare into pitch hair.

What? He… His stomach turns in arousal to consider it.

“All. Any.” His words become mere breathe and he presses the tip of his tongue to his teeth in pained thought.

“Bleed. Or bleed me as you like.” He hisses, eyes glazing before he closes them again and shoves his lord against the stone with his body. His hands explore roughly, immediately beneath his gown while teeth bit whatever flesh over his chest he could bare.

“Command me.” He orders hot against his skin in Arunaic, but finishes in Draihir. “Lord Divine.”

It cut Aezhyrrael in pleasure through his own throat to say the words- Arunaic exciting after. Hm. Years.

He could never forget a syllable of the tongue. Not in dreams- not when he looked upon Calix. When he thought of him and all things between them.

He gave himself in willing thrill, a moan languid into his creature's open mouth until they were apart from one another. He grabs him even so then in assuring they would not be apart for long and his teeth bare when his lord squirmed beneath him.

Submission given freely. For the first time since their meeting, perhaps, as they nudge one another and writhe. Imagining himself beneath him with seductive little fantasies forced into his own mind in pleasure.

The sensation of it in mind alone makes Aezhyrrael's mouth curl in play, fangs brushing eagerly over his flesh as he laps him.

When those little teeth find his ear and the growl sends his nerves aflame wrapped in barbs-

"Aaahnnnhnn…" Aezhyrrael shudders in delight, letting his eyes roll.

The sensation at his ear was enough to bow his head in eagerness towards it as he sought more of it. More of this cruel little ecstasy. More than enough to arouse his burning loins as he struggled and clawed at him.

The biting was positively orgasmic.

When Calix takes himself from the wall, the strength was beyond his to contest. The nerves at his ear sending his body languid in excited abeyance to have it.

He would gladly conceive of no escape- not as he is pulled with those warm-hot hands calloused in the grace of mortal years.

His lord was hypnotic pleasure upon him as Aezhyrrael grins in drunken desire and is backed away from him. Moved about until it was he against the wall.

"Ohhn..!" He is forced to hiss, breath taken from his lungs in an instant.

As Calix's teeth find him he bears his neck willingly, head lilting away that the flesh and veins of his pale throat would be found quickest between chin and clasping leather.

A thigh spreads eagerly- his own belly staked in arousal. Swallowing itself again and again in feral trust. Clutching him in desiring violence. Like a King come to claim the blood of a most obedient tribute.

All. Any.

The arousal stabs through Aezhyrrael like blades to hear the words. And what was this? So unlike him. He laughs over the panting in earnest, slutty encouragement.

"I...ahhn.." He tries to bite him back- he could barely, in his pleasure. Clawing him close and sinking his talons against him as he tugs at his bare ribs, threatening to tear into him.

"Where has this ferocity been hiding, my gauri? You are sublime..." Aezhyrrael laughs, ecstasy, in Arunaic in turn.

He would. He would bleed all of himself for him if to be at the height of this ecstasy for the rest of all things.

Aezhyrrael arches his back obediently over the stone and allows the hands upon him- bare skin found easily. He wore nothing beneath his robes with the leather of his heeled boots stopping at the mid-thigh.

He growls at him as he brings him closer with his claws in suddenly feeling inspired- wanting to fight with him. He does. Wrest himself in Calix's grip eagerly.

All the rest open, pierced, scarred- he desired himself brutalised.

Command me.

Ohnnnahhah...

Calix the beast-king alone as he was brought Aezhyrrael low without so much need of that muscle of his. But oh, how it would delight him further.

Lord Divine.

"Hnnsssks!" Aezhyrrael hisses then, pensive with brows knitted in overstimulation. His eyes roll sidelong as he bares his body and begs with his open belly first.
It was no effort to command him. First in Arunaic not so wretched anymore.

To beg him, in some way. In deepest arousal it mattered not to him how it appeared. He was his to command- to be commanded in turn.

"Nnnh... Claim me. That is my command. Brand me only as it pleases you," comes the plea with a languid snarl. "Make it known to all who I belong to, my king... make me bleed." He gasps as though for breath, stretching his body over the stone.

"You may break any part of me that suits your pleasure..."

Bloody claws search over Calix's chest to pet at the hairs between the straps with the backs of his fingers. Relishing. Feral.

The sound in his throat emerging as a growl with teeth. Aggression in waiting pleasure.

A claw hooks beneath a soft black strap and brings him closer as he resists devouring him where they stood.

To see Calix like this. Hmm. Brought him such immense pleasure. He wished to gorge on every moment that he would have him as predator over his own body.

So Aezhyrrael's lip curls easily as he offers a plaintive whine, lifting his own throat and bare chest on display. The saliva and nips of Calix's biting felt there against the cold air and he craved so much more of it.

He writhes with brows knitted and eyes alight in such sincere torture. Slipping into Draihir with a sound in his throat where he could barely stand to concentrate. The thighs slipping apart just a little more eagerly. His robes baring him beneath them.

"Every inch of me is yours. Hold nothing back from me. Fuck me until I have no strength left to breathe.-- This is my command, my dear seer."

He hisses, petting him over the hair around his pectorals and slavering openly.

Aezhyrrael’s display was unlike any he’d been gifted thus far. Each squirm and bared thigh was met as if by a hungry predator. A hand pressing to his muscle and holding to savour; A bite to skin brushed out from under black linen.

If a wrist was offered to touch in return it would be bitten gently. Then roughly.

Claim me.

Calix huffs as he suddenly grips him tight, eyes focused in a drunken way. He held Aezhyrrael mid-motion and paused, as if considering how to have him. What… Configuration? Here where there was not even a bed?

His breathing came in panting through his nose.

You may break any-

Calix whines low, another rough movement sending them both to the stone steps in discomfort where he caught them both with a tight palm and a heel steps up from his other.

Where has this ferocity been, he recalls him asking. Slumbering, he supposed. Somewhere deep in darkness. Beckoned.

He paused again. Charged even still as he contended with such intensity in his heart and hands.

Every inch of me is yours.

And he moves again, a hand baring the lord’s back where he pinned him. Blunted claws roughly pull at his hip as he angles him while the other set hook under his Divine’s throat and squeeze, pulling him into an arch as he lines himself up- boot still braced against a step.

His own wet cock-head would have eased the way in just barely, a parted-lip exhale betraying his pleasure as he tries to help himself in with a thumb.

As he manages to slide in inch-by-inch and finally hilt, his own furry chest came flush to Aezhyrrael’s back with a broken panting breath.

A harder grip on the lord’s neck precedes his mouth upon the pale ear nearest where he bites. Gently at first. Wet. Then more cruelly as he moves against him with a groan.

His other hand scraping nails hard against the offered hip until he could pull the leg roughly up and pull it back.

“Nnh!” He puffs against Aezhyrrael’s ear, eyes rolling back as he forces him to tighten around him with the motion, teeth tugging at his ear before a hot tongue apologized.

Aezhyrrael meets teeth with fangs in a mirror of pleasure, panting into the air suffocating them both. Serpentine around his grip as he awaits any obedience. Disobedience near more-so.

The way of it did not concern him at all. The trust of it sworn.

He begs him with a roll of the eyes as he says with eyes-- any way, gauri. Any way. Let flesh and sinew be strung across stone and step.

It sends him into cathartic hissing when brought down low and he fights against the grip uselessly, poising as eagerly beneath him in bare entirety.

Were it Calix's desire, he would roll his ribs and sternum apart over a blade to please him- to satiate all of his desires with all of his essence.

He revels in the touch.

Aezhyrrael growls in spirited arousal then as he spreads his legs apart to the touch and arches his back with a cruel purr. Something vicious as he eyes him deliberately.

"You do not keep me waiting..." He cackles, turning in the grip daring.

Oh-

Prevented, a hand wasting no time in capturing him at both ends of his body. Over his hip feeling terribly vulnerable so near to his belly has him eyeing Calix in a flash of thrill as his head is turned- throat taken and gripped to breathlessness.

Aezhyrrael's eyes flicker over him in an entirely pleased design of fear as he awaits him, his breaths catching beneath the pressure around his neck.

Was it his design to tear his throat and gut apart so that he would bleed true? Bleed full?

The waiting and wresting set him ablaze in curiosity- and Aezhyrrael does roil in his grip, testing the power he had and finding himself wanting for everything. His play futile between a wolf's maw.

"Aah-hsssk! Ohhah-- you have- hidden this from me..." He yowls as he feels himself spread and curls under the unrelenting little grip, looking to bring his hips back against him in welcome pleasure.

It was immense. Were all the hyuron so...

As his length inches its way within Aezhyrrael writhes violently and whimpers in horrible, rasping pleasure.

"Ohhnnnhnn... wonderul--" He groans as the teeth around his ear seal his fate. Seal him to insanity as he leans into it willingly and feels the sensation prickling at his eyes like thorns.

The lord hilts him as he bites across his ear and Aezhyrrael is lost over the horizon of oblivion instantly- his pleasure spent over the steps beneath.

Beyond him. He groans as he squeezes around the intrusion in black pleasure and tears in his grip to try and reach back. Useless. Captured and strangling himself willingly on the hand with a cattish moan.

Adoration whirling in surprise. Foremost. And then the pleasure of capture second- how he would meet him with pleasure in turn for all of this.

As he is forced to be starved of all his aether, the thrusts continue. His bind's overwhelming presence over him simply continues. Continues into overstimulation and into the easy gasping, cackling, shedding a tear in pleasure overwhelmed.

In depriving them both of this for years... how the bliss of it was deeper than any other thing.

"Mmm- go on, go on. Lose us in sublimity." He encourages, gasping. The biting over his ears met every time with himself pulling away to feel the sensation of him and then returning to be bitten again. Only wishing he could--

"Let me, my love! Let me near." He barks, desperation feral, squirming as he desires so deeply to plunge into his very heart.

He eyes him and tries to beg for nearness- a kiss- with eyes rolling in drowning pleasure.

Calix would find his legs tremoring easily in his grip as he welcomes him with hips struggling to press backwards.

You have- hidden this from me…

Calix hears him but it mattered not. He bit him and moved in him with the same fled kindness. And would have sneered in triumph had he been more present to notice when the lord simply climaxed easily under his assault.

Instead, he continues for some effort more.

Let me near.

No hesitation, Calix tightened his fingers and splayed them over the slender jaw and pulled his head to meet with his own. Firstly a bleary-eyed, drunken nuzzling came as he panted his pleasure against his skin. Followed by a tilt of his head as he meets him for a kiss. Rough, claiming, but underscored by a whimper barely lasting a breath as he closes his eyes.

His fluidity and the kiss break for a moment as he grips his Divine bruisingly. He pulls him against his own body as if his arms were a vice as he gasps airily- breaking skin as his elbow and knee are all that kept them from the stone.

He rides through a brief, intense climax before he relaxes over him again, hand loosening its grip as his mouth reappears searchingly at Aezhyrrael’s jaw, ear, hairline.

He can’t stop himself from licking along the side of his face for a moment with a broken growl as he sets the lord’s leg down and backed his own hips inches back to free himself from his flesh.

“I…” He remains curled overhead for a short time, resting his forehead on his own arm for a breath.

“I will be ready for more… shortly.” He pants, a deep flush colouring his features before he finally draws himself up and back. Putting himself away, he stood, boot still a few steps up and offering a grip to his Divine’s bicep to assist him to stand.

“Forgive me for such indignity as your landing room. I could not-“

A breath that sounded so much like the first syllable of a laugh, dying too quickly.

“I could not withhold myself.”

A thick hand brushes a long black sleeve gently of dust as he averts his eyes at all opportunity.

The duress of such an attack forces all of the breath from Aezhyrrael's very lungs as he writhes under him, the capture of teeth more immense than he could be prepared for. The vulnerability sublime.

Gauri fangs gnawing at his ear sent him easily over the edge, nerves aflame. Dull pain instantly malformed into something much deeper.

When the assault simply does not stop, even when he finished and collapsed against the weight holding him, Aezhyrrael growls with nerves alight beneath him.

The hand around his jaw tightens and he struggles to meet the gaze, unlevelled as eyes roll to have his body twisted so. A feral growl betraying overstimulated pleasure first as Aezhyrrael fought his grip- meeting his kiss with a desperate biting of his own.

"Nnnn-hah..." He gasps, skin on skin insatiable.

And so warm. The warmth of it inspiring sweat beneath Aezhyrrael's own robes from such immense pleasure. It left him unwillingly willing to shed tears as he is simply destroyed.

He cackles into his mouth in overstimulated agony and can scarcely help his own body as he fought to escape from him, belly twisted into knots unravelling as violently. The whimpering.

Hyuron strength is briefly terrifying as he was taken against him tight and gauri lifeblood forces its way within- Aezhyrrael gasping as he rolls his back in play to meet him.

"Ohhhoh- ecstasy, that we are possessed by one another, is it not-" He pants, the feeling of sensation shared through both their souls.

It was exhausting. Exhilarating. Enough to satisfy and yet not quite in his desire for tired rest.

In teasing, he meets the blunt growl with a nudging of his own head given willingly.

Forced to tolerate the length within yet for moments more; to move at all was agony, as the pleasure of it overwhelmed him to useless breaths.

Then let go. His own body cold on the stone from adrenaline and pleasure as he catches himself on slender arms that raise from their resting over the stone. From where he had only lifted his claws to grab at Calix and hold him to himself closer.

He turns to him in open admiration. Pleasure. Not sardonic-- amusement.

When he saw Calix, the lord-beast was a mess of colour and heat. Harness just a bit mussed from squirming on one another. Aezhyrrael's eyes are drawn down to his hairy little chest in open admiration.

Under particolour eyes, he squirms like a predatory little serpent beneath a shallow sea. Wanting so much to pull him under and bring them both to the destruction of their hearts in their excitement.

"Oho... you suggest more? You have nearly ruined me." He hisses eagerly, affirming, raising on his front claws and arching his back over the steps.

Of course, in being as one with him, as his lord Divine and dominar both... he would tolerate this.

In darkness he hopes that he would be brutalised when Calix stands. A mortal moment's thrill hoping he would be stood upon or run through with blades for all the play he desired of him.

He also expects that he should be picked up for the assault his love had thrust upon him. Messy gauri as he was after years.

Knowing that hyuron stamina was so much more than his own. In aware thrill.

Aezhyrrael does not help himself up until the bicep is offered- to which he chases in eager anticipation. Crawling after the weight and force of it and slithering up Calix's body to capture him as sleeves unfurl again and he raises over him serpentine.

Open admiration as he clasps him and can hardly stand on his own legs for moments in the afterglow of such immense pleasure.

"Oh, gauri..."

The little shame draws a cackle from Aezhyrrael who wraps his claws around Calix's bare waist and presents his own throat for mussing- the laugh playful in malevolence.

"It is the punishment of it you seek? Nnnhnnhnn... For your arrogance, disobedient Dulran of mine, I would be so glad to deliver..." It was that he wished to possess him as much as he wished to stand, brushed off by offered submission. How demure.

The aversion of eyes had him wanting to hunt him and tear at him.

"For daring to topple your Divine like so. Mmh.-"

Aezhyrrael offers his throat to him and clasps him around the small of his back- to hold him and to admire the muscled spine precariously beneath his bare claws.

He would allow him to lick where he found of his neck in submission if that was what he desired.

"For the punishment of making me mess upon my own stone..." He hisses, showing teeth as he poises over him- looking down to him sidelong. Coy play. Chasing him in mirror of the submission as he sought to frustrate him further and enjoy his lord-beast's guilt.

He grips him when he is dusted and, for lack of wanting to tell him his desires to mutilate him after such a foray with their Lord Mornkhainen--

Aezhyrrael tugs him along forcefully and it was Calix who would find himself pressed towards the stairs as he fights him into the wall of the spire, looking to drag them both up.

Slender heels deftly avoid the cum as he decides in an adoring instant he would have one of his pets clean up such a mess.

Aezhyrrael's hands roll up his lord's accoutrements to clasp at his neck where he brings him close to offer a scraping of fangs across his temple- licking him where his hairline begins with a growl.

One of assurance as much as it was of play.

"To our nest with you. I will have you punished sufficiently." He decides ferociously.

You suggest more?

A sound caught in Calix’s throat and he manages to look guilty for naught at all.

“I thought-…”

He was brushing the lord’s robes free and disentangling them.

For daring to topple your Divine like so.

Calix’s lips hovered at the offered throat, curled just so to suggest that he was in a light mood. His eyes were particularly bright and, despite his flush, did lean in to set his teeth and tongue to the Lord’s neck. His vantage upon the steps allows this with some efficacy and he took full advantage.

For the punishment of making me mess-

Calix closes his eyes and grunts, accepting guilt of the crime with a hot flash over his nape and raised hair. Did he wish to be punished?

Perhaps he did. Perhaps pleasing his Lord Divine was a pleasure in itself.

“Perhaps my Lord Divine will put up a greater resistance the next time?” He teases. “He was not so ready to correct my disobedience.”

He found himself ushered up the steps then and gripped in such a needled possession that it kept the hair at the back of his neck raised in pleasure of it. Teeth at his temple earn a brief rumble of approval, his own hand raising to brush affectionately at the lifted arm that hooked at the back of his neck.

To our nest with you.

At the top of the winding stair, Calix pauses for moments to await Aezhyrrael’s ascent a few steps behind. He, having extended a hand to his, tugged him along until they were of unequal height once again.
He simpers gently, head turned up at him in expectation. In knowing that despite their difference in height, Calix was the stronger of the two. Draihari bones could scarcely stand below the weight of Hyuron-backed steel.

He deliberately does not pass into their chambers quite yet.

“What would you have of me?” He asks, unable to stop his eyes from lidding as they quickly trace the elegant lines of Aezhyrrael’s waist. Framed so neatly in his garments.

Aezhyrrael found his creature the most delectable like this when faced with fluster and guilt. The way he writhed. The way he begged for punishment in gaze alone.

He could annihilate him for it, in predatory passion whenever he saw Calix's eyes drop or the frown emerge. A little more imposing as they stood unevenly on the stairs and he could near look level into his bind's mismatched eyes.

Oh, and in affection he only truly knew himself, would it be so bad to tell him this? To offer him such voracious desires?

The offered submission is no comfort to frustrations as Aezhyrrael meets blunt fangs with a growl in turn, clasping him near. The mouth allowed nearer. Teeth allowed to dare at stealing blood if they so wished to.

His claws turn inwards against him and he rumbles within his throat- the rumble snagging suddenly.

"Ohhhoh--? You dare?" Aezhyrrael cackles, nape bristling in thrill as he raises to nip at him then. A talons pluck at Calix's flesh where they could find it and he relishes in the nearness. The hot blood beneath his skin.

"Does my gauri speak in duty? Or does he desire blood?" Offered as he laps him over his hair and hisses.

It pleased him to be near him as he follows him in pleasure, letting go as they ascend. Claws chasing him anyway and imagining tearing through his spine-- enough of that for this day.

He slithers by him with a pleasured little sneer and nips at the air above his lord as he passes the threshold to their den, claws swiping over Calix's chest and the show of pretty fur when he senses that he would not simply be followed.

Head dipping to meet him within as the lord steps back a step towards their nest.

Both would see the room subsumed in darkness as all draihari dens were and wrapped in the veiled starlight of hand-woven silks. A pelt of elaborate furs and designs crafted by elven hands... some from both their own hunts. Another thing he liked to bring Calix for. It was aboard horseback in the forests that the hyuron did like to hunt in packs, he understood.

Also around were their various toys and keepsakes given to one another. Gifts and trophies. Aezhyrrael did like to give Calix that.

Candles around the room for Calix's vision would be already-lit, the aether burning resilient wicks slowly over days.

Of course... that left the absence of one thing from their den.

Aezhyrrael notices this. And grins at him, showing fangs in play as he eyes the other's body in turn. Gracile muscles well-built as all hyuron were. More fun for the way the hairs split down his chest in colour amidst his leather.

"Nnnhnhnhn..!" He chuckles from his throat at the question. So he would be ordered.

The lord turns from him on a heel for their nest and sinks down onto it, writhing amidst furs with a pale belly on display for him. With all of himself, dressed, on display.

"Come here, slave." He hisses first, clinically as he rests onto his own elbows and leans back writhing.

"Beginning with your duties... you have made a sublime mess of me in your beastly desperation, my loyal wolf. You'll start with disrobing me and lapping my cock clean." He orders, as a heel crosses over the other to make his dutiful Dulran's chore just a little more difficult. Tedious? Perhaps or not. Exciting? Of course. He liked so much when Calix tugged him around.

He liked to be difficult for him.

"If you make an acceptable effort of preparing me for lounging, I may even lessen the punishment." He cackles, eyes ferocious upon him with a beckoning shrug.

Aezhyrrael paws at himself and then lifts his hands to untie his own high tail from its clasp. Admiring Calix openly- predatory.

They lit candles for him. A small thing that had, at first, made him feel like rather an imposition. Sometimes he wonders.

He could use the Perspicharix to navigate. Though that would become quickly exhausting…

He accepted the concession with some mild embarrassment.

He watches Aezhyrrael slither away in the darkness with eyes adjusting to the shadows. He practically glowed- Did he?

Come here, slave.

Calix’s eyes refocus quickly. His lips curl near-imperceptibly on one corner as he obeys and follows him within their chambers and comes to pause neatly at the demarcation of pelt over stone.

Their nest, he could smile to himself with eyes lidding.

Beginning with your duties…

His lips part in guilty amusement and he quickly takes in the state of his task. It was a reasonable request, though he understood the play in it when the lord crossed his ankles.

“Of course.” He relents. Carefully lowering his knees to the fur and reaching for a slender ankle.

He tugs him down easily, onto his back. Knowing full well that Aezhyrrael had come to enjoy being unable to resist his strength, he opens his legs again and comes to sit between to cradle a leg and hook his fingers with care to the fastenings behind his greaves.

His eyes flicker up to look at his Divine as he does free his legs of his greaves, a hand extending to flatten to a slender thigh and urge it to part further. He nudges himself closer.

“No need,” Calix answers gently, “Do not reward me for the barest minimum fulfillment of my duties. If I am adequate only,” He shows his teeth briefly as he looks back down, “then you may punish me severely.”

He dips low, sliding himself forward and bringing the lord’s skirts with him as he extends his back and drops his belly to the fur. Warm hands, calloused from conflict, grip his thin hips and splay his robes aside while his thumbs find whatever fastenings held them to his waist.

“Ahh…” Calix breathes, eyes playful to find his lordship stiff again. “Good. You’ve made my work easy.” He breathes against him and wraps his lips around him. In truth, Aezhyrrael was hardly what he’d call ‘messy’. Even still, he needed not so much of an excuse to attend to his lord’s request. He laps along his length and curls his fingers hard into his hips to urge him steady. After moments, his eyes lid and flicker up towards his lordship, fingers tightening.

Flame was ambience appreciated as Aezhyrrael writhed in the dark amongst him like serpent to prey now predators to one another.

The cost of candlelight was nothing to him; Calix in its glow handsome, even much without an aura his own. At times in drunken pleasure yet did Aezhyrrael fool himself into thinking he saw the very basal remnants of such a thing.

It pleases him when he sees his command reciprocated. So this was what Calix had come to desire. These many orders and duties of his that Aezhyrrael knew him to enjoy.

The hyuron were so dutiful, weren't they. And to what end? In a hurry all their lives.

In the cycles of knowing him, Aezhyrrael had become intimate with his duty as he did with his shyness. Indiscernible but ever-present in its charm. A little strange, to a creature as he. A little exotic.

It was breakable. And this he would do, if Calix desired it. The difficulty of play more delightful with a willing toy.

So much more than that.

Of course.

A knowing simper.

"Good gauri, Calix."

Aezhyrrael breathes in degenerate desire, both shoulders dropping as he lays into the fur and admires him openly.

In the grip that meets his ankle first, he tugs his own limb in a lazy play, deliberate as he tries to escape him to, he knows, no avail. Hyuron strength that he would simply never be free if he was held there for overlong.

A breath of an airy chuckle is raked from the hiss that comes when they wrest again, fangs flashing in feigned vulnerability. In some very real vulnerability within; that which was laced behind awareness always of his lord's strength, trust given to him in understanding as a predator also.

Deeper within still, to be harmed thrilled him.

Deeper even then in and out, Calix was the mirror of him. He could not distrust him for any thing. He could never fathom that.

Calix pulls him apart easily and he grins in knowing disobedience, legs struggling. He offers punishment to it. Play. Both at once in vicious, dark pleasure. Oh? Would you like to be destroyed, seer?

His own loins burn in excitement at the promise of punishment.

"Oho.. my slave begs for his flesh rent apart for his adequacy, then..." His Divine hums in deliberation then.

The things he would do to him. He says with a long, lidded look at the hands grabbing him. Remembering those hands as they gripped at salted black rails mortal years ago once and recoiled with Mornfeir in the grip of them.

No need, oh?

-Oh... Such pretty words. The flash of teeth thrilled.

"I would like to reward him. It pleases me when my Dulran is satisfied." Aezhyrrael bites in earnest pleasure- the giggle that follows playful in malevolence. He inhales a pleasured hiss at the molestation. "The reward will simply be the very same as the punishment, Calix."

They had been through much.

The earnest fondling was overstimulating in sensation and Aezhyrrael's eyes roll in simple pleasure as he thrashes under his hold. Letting him undress him but not without great duress.

Palms hot over his own thighs and bony hips make him growl- and squirm in earnest.

Such easy obedience. In days strange he recalls when the creature's very fabric shuddered when offered torture- touch.

In overstimulation such pleasure was easy to find and, in the curse of his kind, he could barely resist arousal as hands find their way over his body and around his things in divesting him of all his silks and greaves. His body found scarred, torn underneath in willing pleasure.

Perhaps he would punish him severely after all-- ohhhnnhn..-

He writhes when the hands grip his hips and thighs again and Aezhyrrael's breath comes difficult to him, heavy. Stiff again in ecstasy overwhelmed by touch alone. Stiff again in watching the way Calix dropped to his pleasure in such seductive poise. Since when?

Aezhyrrael presents his own throat as he lies back against the furs and wishes he would be come upon again, his belly twisting in desire when he feels Calix at his waist. Obediently to clean him as asked. He need not watch him do so.

Excitement in not watching. But the image of such attractive strength pounded his mind in struggle.

Of course, it was- hh-

Ahh...

"Nnnh!" Aezhyrrael's rasp disrupts. The predatory words finding him like suffocating flame.

He was so beautiful like this. He. Did not ever expect such a thing.

He reaches claws to knead the air in overwhelmed pleasure as he wishes he could claw his throat out instantly. His own face flushing in how he convulses out of his own control against composure but--

It was more pleasurable always not to be able to perceive. His own cock as demure as all his kin- round, soft, and pierced with its own teeth from length to head.

Aezhyrrael feels his loins twist in over-sensation and the image of his lord between his thighs and. Hah. He gasps as he feels himself dribble against the intrusion of the tongue. The white-hot heat lapping him insatiably.

"Hhhssh- Ohhn, daemon...you will- be...- punished, for this, my pet-" He pants quickly, mouth dropping open out of sight as his hips roll against Calix's mouth. Against the fingers upon his hips. Need he beg again?

Aezhyrrael chokes a sound involuntarily when the fingers over his bared body tighten and his cock ached so severely from the attention and teasing. The sensation of thorns in his eyes as they begin to water at the attention easily- Calix finding him easy to milk as he was with such embarrassingly little effort.

How was it that he was reduced so easily to prey at the sight of a beast so performative?

All images of torture and suffering and sex flash through his mind again in earnest desire to be fucked again and savour this again before he would lock him away for many months more in maintaining his dominance even still.

In place of words- should he beg? Should he have him stop? Was he truly being disobedient in offering such immense pleasure?- Aezhyrrael gasps with the attention overwhelming, his body writhing uselessly to encourage the torture.

Ohhn, daemon…

Calix draws his tongue back in deliberation when Aezhyrrael’s hips lift, eyes flickering up to check on him.

His lips, barely parted in thought, open again as he drags another lick from balls to tip and dares to crane his neck to swallow him completely. Aezhyrrael, as was true of most of his kind, was not so large that it was an incredible challenge, though Calix’s eyes roll in his focus as his reflex was tested for just a moment as he rewards his Lordship with a massage of his tongue.

As he pulls his head back he sighs over his flesh and breathes.

And squeezes Aezhyrrael’s flesh, dragging his hand along his length to milk him through his climax.

“Nnm-!” He grunts in airy surprise, leaning his head down in a hurry to catch what he could with his tongue before it mussed the pelt.

He quickly swallows his Divine yet again, braving his sharp ornaments to clean him of his excitement with a thorough tongue. Whatever escaped, a firm thumb directs over Aezhyrrael’s hole and presses. He rumbles in his throat as he’s quite sure he’s done his job and pushes himself to his hands again.

And his attention draws upward again. Bound as they were, he was often surprised to catch glimpses of Aezhyrrael’s heart in the aether. He would… Earn his punishment. Reward.

And clambers over him carefully until his waist hovered over Aezhyrrael’s hips.

“I did say shortly.” He finally says, voice low as he glances down to his lordship’s body as if appraising.

“I’m afraid it’s simply not good business if we don’t trade.” Calix adjusts Aezhyrrael’s hips roughly as he gives him little time to rebel.
“So I get one more.” He informs him, sliding himself back in with ease this time. And captures the other’s wrists to pin them where he could manage given their difference in height.

He moves again with some focus, clearly not long for a second round.

One hand, between focused breaths, claws for Aezhyrrael’s neck and pins him, forcing him to curl to accommodate for Calix’s lesser stature.

“Kshh-“ He pauses for a moment. “Adequate…?” He asks, strained as he regains his composure after a near miss and moves again.

Aezhyrrael's mind is bent into shock as his own flesh was made hot instantly under the attention- the duress- and he simply cannot resist himself for longer. He writhes and whines in languid desperation through another orgasm that quickly became agony.

His mind and flesh were. Overworked. Simply. Reminded as he was made to fill the lord's mouth with his own pleasure and yowling at the sensations raked out of his very soul. Inescapably insatiable.

Eye-rolling in pain.

Fingers comfort his hips with an agonisingly sublime squeezing.

Pleasure.

He would make no effort to resist the noises that fall out of his throat and ebb into the air, of moans wrung out as dying growls while his length was worked through his high. Again. How it was torture.

He feels a tear escape his own eye as he lifts his head in suffered writhing. Enough to catch Calix in his peripheral where he might have looked at him in total bewilderment- under brows knitted together in painful ecstasy.

And where had he learned this?

Aezhyrrael thinks and doesn't say- in the same bewilderment as he feels his own slime spread down between his legs again and his stomach drops inside himself in some excited dread; or thrill, as Calix laps him and he whines.

Not composed enough to tell him to stop or to move against him. Each nerve in his brain fired and fried at once and the lord Divine would do nothing against the movements- stunned to silence as he's manipulated.

He stares at Calix with eyes wild in agony and his legs trembled too fervently to find the strength to prostrate.

Being appraised like so, drunken, made him feel despairingly vulnerable and his eyes roll to meet Calix as he shuddered.

I did say shortly.-

He cackles, licking his pale lips and expecting it to be in some play.

"You've made a mess again, gauri-" Aezhyrrael whispers, the sound choked as he was pulled over him.

Such nerve? And where had this been?

Each and every word send Aezhyrrael's blood aflame in something he might normally accuse as betrayal. As domination of one predator outsmarting another. Payment made for the second time he came.

Of course. What a smart, conniving little wolf...

Smarter than he. As Calix fills him again he arches his back and wails under eye-watering duress, wrists grabbed.
It subsumed him for the first time in adrenaline and he laughs, howling, manic beneath him. Mind lost for long moments where he simply writhes and allows Calix to fuck him.

Thrashing useless. He could not focus on the voice so distant and pants into the open air laced by horrid feral sounds.

He, naturally, spreads his legs eagerly as the hand strangles him- his hands struggling under the grip of the hand pinning him. He wanted to claw him back. Bite him back.

But Calix- he wonders how his beast had become such a thing- was so far away in sound.

Hah. Haa--kshh-

Listening. But not with him for moments of over-pleasure.

Aezhyrrael struggles to respond back for moments where his mind is. Absent. In all of his arousal he was left without-- anything else. Without sensation as all was transcendent for long moments.

He gasps in breathless desperation beneath Calix and the sound could have communed with the depths of basal pain if not for the horrendous giggling. Managed through the question.

As he speaks- as he began to move again- Aezhyrrael squeezes him in an eager, empty, tormenting orgasm that rips through his own soul in pleasure of it.

It inspires another tear. It inspires sobbing in pained laughs as he struggles under his hand and feels more vulnerable for it- as if there at all.

"Hhhh…" He breathes only, chest heaving, as his thighs part eagerly to take him deeper in addiction.

Adequate...

Adequate.

Of course. The pounding and the stretch and inspired attention upon Aezhyrrael's own body brought him beyond stars in what felt like cycles consumed by absolute pleasure. Love for his creature. His thing. Lord of his very mind.

Worthy lord of the most prolonged torture for this.

He realises after mortal moments what Calix had said in a moment of clarity returned to him, and closes a long leg behind him to pin them to one another in bliss that broke through his depths.

With eyes struggling to maintain upon Calix. Upon his bare body as it heaved over him also-- and the pretty hairs. No other thing as handsome as his beastly Dulran.

Aezhyrrael manages to grin in lop-sided psychosis.

"Aaahhah-mmh-" He breathes, eyes rolling. Body falling back.

It would seem he was adequate after all. Aezhyrrael’s body squeezed around him and his brows knit into a pained frown as he, unable to stop himself, rocks his hips through an orgasm suddenly torn from him likewise.

He gasped, releasing his lord’s neck to hold his waist instead, squeezing. Squeezing.

And letting go with a careful sigh.

He presses a palm to Aezhyrrael’s cock and holds it to his belly with a knowing simper as he panted into the air between them. And slid himself out again with brows curved into a strained angle.

“Nnm.” He grunts, climbing only nearer then. Over his Divine’s thighs and coming to sit dutifully upon his waist to lean forward and meet their heads.

He breaths against his chest and neck and rubs his forehead to his lord as his body begins to settle over him. His usual demands for touch often took this form. Hands coming to rest over Aezhyrrael’s shoulders to hold him in place as he’d be fixed with kisses, lapping at his ears and face.

He catches his breath and whines as he drags the top of his head over Aezhyrrael’s neck and all the way up to his temple.

“Is… Is my lord pleased with me?”

Calix's rough little pup hands were immense to Aezhyrrael who writhes and groans through each movement; through each thrust an abuse to his very psyche.

He felt the other meet him in orgasm and, with a claw free, reaches for the hand that frees him with a groan.

The squeezing- tighter. Tighter. Aezhyrrael is barely absent for longer and longer moments where he wills himself eviscerated or perhaps his body betrayed and his very veins burst for the pleasure he was overwhelmed in.

Thought as he struggles to keep his gaze upon Calix at all.

When he palm grips his length and presents him to the particolour eyes, he hisses aloud and then clamps his fangs down on his own tongue in overwhelmed pleasure.

The blood awakens his excitement as the lord leaving his body depresses it- wanting so much for his mind to shatter into void. Gasping as he's made to be empty again. And eyes dart down to Calix's fluffy body in exhaustion then.

Every inch of his skin felt sensitive for it like he could attack the very air for touching him.

A grunt diverts his attention as his eyes blink away ecstasy with slightly more clarity.

Aezhyrrael squirms and gasps as the weight gathers over him and pins him to the nest. His claws drawn to him to grip along his sides and rake up in affection as Calix nears.

The weight of him is a pleasure and comfort both and he lifts up his chin, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure to welcome his submission.

A close ear might hear a rumble of something reprehensible within-- what his prized Dulran might recognise as a purr, perhaps.

Of course. What else but the gauri's time for affection.

Aezhyrrael, saying nothing, welcomes the petting and pinning and he pines in turn with an open throat, nudging back any rubbing returned. All of his muscles corded to soreness as he lays back against the nest with a groan.

"You..." He breathes, catching all of the little kisses without so much of the usual biting.

Such warm affections. Such that he could be sure of his choice.

"Not what I- expected..hhnnh-" he giggles then, feral ardour lost by fatigue still waking. "Closer."

Aezhyrrael pets the musculature of his lord's ribs and fluffy chest as he chases the rubbing head with his own, wanting to tear him with teeth.

Is...-

He plucks the split pectoral hairs with his nails, making care to pull none out in play. Panting openly to him.

"Wild beast... your lord considers your punishment earned." Aezhyrrael says only.

He would chase him with a moment's writhing to bite at the lord's collar, snagging him with a fang to cut him and then licking unapologetically.

Aezhyrrael waits for mortal moments in adoration and hums. Approval.

Purring again, really?

The sound is cut from his throat as he hisses at him and grabs him near in possession- claws ruffling through the body hair and head rubbing back against his neck with a growl.

Were he within reach, he would lick Calix's handsome neck willingly.

Of course. He welcomes this. He understood this need for such fervent and nasty affection that he enjoys also. He bares his body for it with a stretch that makes him whimper in fatigue and in struggling both beneath Calix's hands.

Such a handsome, fluffy creature. So needy and strange in his desires. He would gladly make to indulge all.

"Of course-- I am pleased..mm! I adore you, my lord... of course, this warrants the most severe of punishments. Perhaps a cage. Perhaps gelding." He monologues in bliss as breathless.

Then writhes in pleasure as he settles into the furs and trills at him openly. To see him over him was a bliss more than any prize in offering by the Mornhaladurun. Fewest things came as close to this bliss.

They were made for one another simply. This was his decision- his pleasure. To admit it was no strange thing but possession of his soul.

"Torments for later, after we are done with gaurifal."