CW:

Sex With Thendra at the end

Our home is quiet, and at least try to pull the big door shut as softly as possible. It still lets out a bit of a clunk as it shuts, but… not one that bothers anyone. The manor seems to alert Thendra to any intruders.

And after meeting Tretion’s manor… I think I might understand how!

I’m more careful with the big sword though, trying not to drag it anymore. It’s very big and heavy, but… I manage to avoid clipping it on too many edges as I make my way up the stars and through the quiet hallways.

I almost hiss as I spot the second shape amidst the quilts of Thendra’s bed. Pausing, I need to let my anger and annoyance roil inside me. Use my Naranggas as an outlet since there are none within range to feel their sting. It’s only when they still into their normal wiggles that I trust myself to lean the big blade up against the wall and move toward the bed.

I’m not… well I don’t bounce about, but nor am I overly careful as I crawl atop the huge thing.

Just enough to wake them.

A very brief moment to make sure both their Amwella pause, begin to lean toward me in the curiosity of a predator alerted to a familiar sound.

They… well they're not tangled together, which is nice, but nor are they far apart. Thendra lies on her back while Bulderii curls slightly while facing toward her. So I pull up the bottom of the quilt that seems to lie mostly overtop both of them, lift it above my head, and crawl up to wriggle myself between them.

Both stir then, as I adjust and shove a big dumb arm of Bulderii out of my way and settle on my side, face buried against Thendra’s ribs.

A beat. And I can feel Bulderii’s soul remain steady, but curious, while Thendra’s mass of Naranggas curl and weave about me. No one speaks, I… I’m not even sure either opens their eyes. But I don’t care. I am drowning in the scent of this bed, this room, this big horrible monster I can't help but want. Lost in it… even if there is the subtle stench of Bulderii still about.

My own Naranggas drape down and about my legs. I’d always wanted to curl them around Thendra’s Amwella, but… she doesn’t let me. So I only ever get flashes of nonsense if she grazes my core with her’s, which… She very rarely does. Only seems to use her soul tails which do not convey Amwella emotions.

I wonder sometimes… Does she worry what I might see there? Is… is she trying to protect me? Or… or avoid the pain of my seeing that she doesn’t share my love for her?

A low purr pulls me from muses that had begun to drag me into sleep and oblivion. Very quiet, not… not a demand. I think.

A question?

I reach up with maimed talon to pull the necklace free. Cling it to my chest between my still bare breasts, as if holding it here will give me the power to demand anything. And in my sudden exhausted whirl of anxiety, I realize the question wasn’t for me.

The bed shifts, and Bulderii is rising and leaving the room. A pause, and I sense through my Naranggas that she’s paused at the doorway. I peek up and down to find her just… staring. But… not on me. Her eyes are locked on the sword.

Then, very slowly, her eyes drift back to stare at the bed, at me. Face too shrouded in darkness for reading her expression.

Another little sort of… rumble of something from her… and she’s turned and left.

I sigh in relief, and for a moment just… nuzzle into Thendra’s side.

She purrs. “You’ve returned… earlier than expected.”

I take in another deep breath of her scent, then… “Early? I… I thought… How long did you think this would take?”

She rumbles, “A week, maybe two. For you to tire of the watcher’s games and ways and navigate her manor.”

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I shudder. “Oh.”

Then she’s turning, body curling around me like… like a jungle cat… one hand just above my head with the other waits on her hip. Glowing Jade eyes roll over me. “I see one prize emblazoned on your soul.” She purrs, and I feel brumbleflesh roll down my spine at what I know to be glimmering jade eyes peering at my Amwella.

“I… yes. I got their brand.” Then I unfurl the talon, let the ring sparkle a bit in the midnight hues. “And… this.”

A long pause. A held breath, in… in expectations unfilled.

“I’m sorry, I… I couldn’t curse the manor.”

She sighs, and In it I hear such disappointment. Can’t help but shudder at the weight of it.

“B– But, I… I was hoping you’d… that I…” Stammer, curl everything tighter on myself.

A thrumming rumble echoes from her chest. Not… not a message to be quiet, but one of contemplation.

“I tried, Thendra, I really really did!” I whimper. “Six or seven curses! All of flesh and eye and soul put right on the things heart! It… it popped all of them like… like some scab or other–”

“It is not always a thing of blame, Lyra.” She murmurs. “But… Failure is still failure. The price was three for this boon.”

My heart sinks. “Is… is there… Is there anything I can do? Something else I can–”

She purrs, and I know to be quiet. It’s hard, and my Naranggas rise up and begin to wiggle about in anxious patterns.

“How many days are required to do this thing?”

“I… I could do it in one day if I had to. Less if… if you…” I trail off, wishing I could lie better. Then I could make her believe more was needed. But…

“Sunrise to sunrise.” She murmurs.

I huff, hope rekindled. “I… Okay. I… I can make that work. Thank you.”

Then I open my talon again, let her reach down and pluck the ring from my palm. A sign of oaths kept. And once she settles back after placing the ring on the nightstand beside the bed, I yearn for another of her promises…

I press lips into her chest, just… just below the collarbone.

Whisper my desires. “Thendra…”

Flashes of warm eyes and Fae dances amidst woodland smells. Endless bouts of painless lovemaking and–

I can’t help but shudder at memories of Awnya… at… at…

STOP IT! I growl at my own desires. This is your dark goddess. Perfect and a little wretched but... you're hers! She... she keeps you and... and maybe... maybe even...

But... I pause in my temptations, reach out with my Naranggas to touch at the soul of my dark goddess. Searching for... for answers to my stupid questions...

One of Thendra’s tendrils gently pushes it away. But I press forward. Not… not trying to overpower or wriggle past.

Just… just want to know how she feels about me. Would like to... to know...

Another’s emotions flash through my mind as I chase this desire. Cold affection. The bubbly admiration and desire echoing from a Watcher’s soul. So cold but… filled with a sort of chilling beauty I couldn’t bear to pull away from!

Thendra lets out a warning growl as one of her own curls and locks the probing limb still. Deeper soul things can’t be felt through another’s Naranggas, so I am met with silence.

“P– Please…” I wriggle myself closer. “I… You can take whatever you want. Cut and slice and… just… I want to… to feel you. Your Amwella and–”

“Just ask your question.”

I freeze. What? How does she...

“The one burning in your soul.” She purrs.

A hand wanders down my side, big and warm and…

“Or ask me to distract you from it.”

Oh…

Sudden fear grips me, and my resolve shatters.

“Dis… Distraction!” I whisper, yanking my Naranggas back. “Please. I… I need to rest well before leaving tomorrow.”

Her hand drags down… down… then stops. Sits just over my Lamentation carved there for a few torturous seconds, then grips to pull that leg to wrap up and around her big hips. The movement spreads me wide against her frame.

Then her other hand is moving down my stomach, stops just as fingers touch the shorts Tretion gave me. With quick and deft motions she grips the clothing by both sides, and rips it in half before tossing it away. Simple, quick, and with such… promises of what could come next I can’t help but shudder and nuzzle closer into her as both big warm hands return to their previous locations.

A long pause, then the hand on my Lament is… it’s…

Slow gentle caresses, just along and around the blood brand. Well… gentle in that she’s not digging into my skin with nails or anything.

But her movements are… are… But… that’s… ohhhh… how is… how does this…!?!

Such a tingling rippling warmth rolls from her every stroke! Back and forth, around and around her fingers go. It should only be sensual because the mark is on a butt-cheek, but… I find myself melting into a curled up mess of wriggling… somethings.

Dreamer’s Tits!!! I… how is this… she’s…

She’s fucked me in so many more crazy ways than… than this.

She’s… she’s just… shhhhheeeee'sss...

But the motions keep emptying my mind of thoughts. Pushing me more and more into a muddle of warmth. And after the last few weeks of terror and guilt and… and… worse.

This is… is… it's like every stroke is… is what? How is this so intoxicating and perfect!?!

I take a deep shuddering breath, expecting to… to ask her something. Something important? Maybe to murmur and whimper something to her and hope for the same words returned?

But as her warm spiced scent wafts up into me I lose the thought. Don’t even want to draw it back from the pits and muck it slopped down into.

Then her other hand, the one on my belly that I’d somehow forgotten about, is sliding down between my legs that spread around her hips. Moves to cup and hold my entire throbbing clit and cunt at the center of this horny madness.

I can only whimper my plea. Wordless songless begging for her to please keep going.

Please just… just…

She thrums in reply, and gives me the pleasure promised. Slow and focused and done in a perfect rhythmic harmony to her other hand, I… I don’t actually know which brings me to the brink. Both just... melt thought and body so well but in different ways!

Possessive rakings at the curse that binds my songs and soul to her whim? Or… Or the big deft fingers that rub and graze and press between and against second lips?

But right as I begin to bubble over, when I’m curled tight as Bulderii’s bowstring before release, Thendra curls around to wrap her teeth around the back of my neck.

That’s what does it.

She’s never done… like… any of this before. Never been this… this gentle but… but also perfectly held me so enthralled to her workings. And as the shuddering climax bubbles up and bursts, heat like an ocean wave slamming into me and knocking my breath away, her teeth clamp down harder. Not… not painfully just…

A perfect predator claiming her prize.

The thought makes everything worse, and I’m nearly entering into a second little climax as she slows. I brace for pain as one of her Naranggas weaves about my core, clench my teeth and…

But… Nothing.

She doesn’t take a bite.

Even relaxes her grip on the back of my neck a little.

“Wh–” I blearily try to ask, “You… you didn’t feed or–”

But she… She hasn’t stopped!

Only slowed her workings. And as I sputter out she begins again. Harder and more furious. This cuts off any desire I have for words and questions. Secludes my mouth and lungs to only make whimpering and moaning sounds as she drags me through three more intoxicating dances of my flesh.

Never feeds on me, just… just fucking my body as she cradles my soul.

The final time I… I can’t think. Can barely move or consider anything other than her caresses, her fingers, her teeth.

And oblivion drowns me a few seconds later.