[ He isn't expecting it when she lunges for him and knocks him backwards into the sound, pinning him back, but to something deep and primal within him, it feels...right. For how much anger and fury clog his thoughts, the smell of her pheromones are still thick upon the air, tantalizing, drawing his heart and his body in two different directions. For a moment, he is winded and surprised enough that he just sucks in breath, and her words crash over him while he's vulnerable, seeping into the cracks in the armor that Sanguis built around his heart tonight.
It's almost enough to break him free, because it breaks his heart clean in two. Everything is falling to pieces, and he feels heedless to stop it. Why is he arguing? She's right. Of course she's right. It's just as he feared. He's too needy. He asks for too much. No one can endure him for long, and eventually, he'll push them all away. That's just how it goes, right? He's a sham of a human, anyway, living a stolen life in a world that shouldn't even exist.
His eyes widen, injured, a whimper catching in his throat, but that is weakness, and Sanguis won't have it. Anger burns bright in his blood again as he squeezes his eyes shut tight, banishing even the thought of tears from them. ]
Oh, sorry, didn't realize I was making myself such a burden when I was trying to help you! I don't want you to tell me everything, I just want to help you so you aren't killing yourself by keeping it all in! So shit like this doesn't happen! We were supposed to work through this together, but you won't even try!
[ And then, quickly, he's moving, surging forward, grabbing for her wrists and with his Sanguis-gifted strength, pushing her onto her back, his weight over her. His holds tight to her wrists, ignoring the heat of her body, the taste of her smell so close and tantalizing, his eyes flashing dangerously. ]
There's something you're not telling me. Isn't there? I knew it since you first told me about Norvrandt. Oh, sure, you told me eeeeverything about it, except about what mattered most to you, about what made you...like this.
[ Closed off. Unreachable. Someone he is so desperately afraid of losing, but it feels inevitable. ]
[ beneath her boiling blood she hates it - how he whimpers, how his eyes go soft and injured. she never wanted this. she never wanted to hurt him, not from the first moment they became friends. he has always been kind, and gentle, and alisaie's protective nature extended to him quickly and effortlessly, and yet now she is the one hurting him.
it feels so wrong.
but then he is surging forward, pinning her into the sand, and the fury is back, with it a swell of heat that crashes down her body, prickling the soft fur on her forearms. without thought her thighs spread to admit him, clamping tightly around his hips, and her breath hitches hard, heat flooding to her face, her ears pinning back. gods it feels.. it feels so good to be close to him again, to be close to him like this, with their blood surging and the moonlight goading them. ]
I don't..
[ she starts, breathlessly, and rather than expel him back her hands grasp his own, her fingers slipping through his, though she holds them hard, singing her sharp claws into the backs of his hands, pricking delicate skin. ]
Like what?
[ she hisses back, at last, her body arching and her fangs gnashing. ]
Like someone who no longer fits, for you? How and when I tell you anything is my choice.
[ This is very quickly turning into a very different kind of argument. Alisaie's thighs part to let Prompto's weight sink between them, and then she's holding fast to him, arching against him. In an instant, he's breathless, heat rising to the surface of his skin, his tail curling at his back. It's been so godsdamned long since he's been close to her like this, and it's...wrong, that it's happening for the first time in weeks (for him, more than a year for her) like this, when they are angry and hurting and not entirely in control of themselves. He...should stop this before they go any further.
...But she smells so nice, so familiar, so tempting, the press of her thighs to his an invitation that he cannot bear to refuse. Maybe it's wrong, but he craves this, he needs this. He has been so starved for affection. This can sate.
Her words still prickle at him, however, and his claws press against the backs of her hands in return as he lifts her arms above her head, sinking lower against her, eyes already hooded with want and desire. With a rough sound lodged in his throat, he dips down, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, dragging his nose along her slender throat, inhaling that scent that makes his body tremble. ]
Then...guess that's it, then, huh? You won't meet me halfway, so what's the point?
[ He pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, then, eyes smoldering and hard, before he slowly, deliberately, rolls his hips against hers, feeling the shape of her against him. ]
But you still want me, don't you?
[ Never mind that he wants her, too, in a fearsome way he has never known before. He doesn't want the soft embrace of a kind, sweet lover tonight. He doesn't want sweet nothings and aftercare. He wants pleasure and pain both in turn. He wants to fuck her like an animal, until neither of them can see straight, until they exist in that sea of boneless, uncomplicated pleasure, where it won't matter that his heart is broken, and he's afraid that he's ruined everything, that there is no coming back from this. ]
[ in a way, it felt as if it was building to this all along, that beneath their angry words this is what they were seeking - a desperate way to reconnect, to find the common ground that they have lost. alisaie has withdrawn, but she misses his warmth every day, she misses the feel of his mouth, and the comfort of his arms.
more than that, she misses when she knew how to want and appreciate it, before everything began to feel strange, and she forgot how to accept affection. despite his arguments, she does try - she tries every day to remember how to reach him, how to be the girl that she once was, even if he cannot see her progress, because there is none to speak of. it is why she is so frustrated, so angry, because every day she tries to fit herself back into the space she left behind, and every day she finds that she cannot.
but now the moons decide for them, erasing the barriers they've kept carefully maintained and stripping away pretense and uncertainty. mayhaps they are being influenced, but these feelings are not false, they are real, only given purpose, and an avenue to manifest at last. ]
Yes.
[ she whispers harshly, and when he dips to nuzzle his face to her throat she growls low in her throat, her body tightening with heat, a prickle coursing down her spine. she does want him, she has wanted to want him for weeks, wanted to remember how to be touched, but her fears and misgivings are dashed by the fox in her blood, unchaining her at last. it may not be gentle touches and sweet kisses she craves, but that is just as well, alisaie has ever preferred a hard and brutal path.
the friction when his hips grind to hers is nearly unbearable, and the growl in her throat gives way to a soft whine instead; without another moment's hesitation she captures his mouth with her own, and sinks her teeth into the tender flesh of his lower lip. ]
[ He is oh-so-eager for her kiss when it comes, brutal as it may be, her sharper-than-normal teeth catching against his lip and making him gasp in mingled pain and enjoyment. There's a rougher aspect to physicality that he has come to realize he likes quite a bit, and while this is quite the different setting from when she had tied him up to their bed and made him her thrall, there is no denying how her ferocity thrills. It's what he wants, what he craves, even if the Sanguis in his blood won't allow him to be as submissive as he usually would. They will fight to be in control, their argument prolonged, but really, will that matter when they're both gasping and groaning?
In retaliation, his tongue lances into her mouth, forceful and eager to taste her, his hips grinding against her again, sending a shiver rocketing down his spine. At last he releases one of her hands, if only so he can drag one clawed finger, over the buttons of her coat, snapping them off until he can push it off her shoulders. ]
I need you...
[ He pleads, and he does. He's so desperately missed this contact, this heat, this intimacy that they used to know so well. His hands splay over her shoulders, pushing away her dress straps and holding fast, while his mouth pulls to the side, seeking the sensitive flesh of her ear, teeth sinking in to soft cartilage. ]
[ she'd always loved his submission, how he would bend so easily to her, it was a dynamic they both respected and enjoyed, both in the bedroom and out of it, because they trusted one another - he trusted her never to abuse her sway over him, and she trusted him to have spine enough to tell her when she went too far. they were such perfect foils, they worked in harmony near all the time.
gods, she misses that..
but this is reminiscent of it, it's a spark, a reminder, a memory of all the times he touched her skin, all the times he kissed her mouth and whispered her name. she might have loved his submission, but she likes this too, the force of his love and need, how willing he is to push for it, fight for it.
her coat already feels far too heavy and restrictive, and the moment he begins to open it she is wrestling her way out of it, leaving it sprawled open beneath her back, her ribs heaving as she gasps for air against his mouth. it's gone, and with one hand free she is able to snag the hem of his shirt, her claws tearing into the thin fabric as she wrenches it up over his back, urging it away. ]
I need you too -
[ she whispers, though it is punctuated by a whine when his teeth sink against her soft ear, the pressure of his teeth lancing bolts of sweet, shivering pleasure straight down her spine and between her thighs, her hips rising to meet his again, seeking heat, and friction. ]
[ He pulls his hands and mouth off her for just long enough to allow his shirt to pass over his head, but then he's pressing near once more, his hands slipping down to ruck up her dress around her waist. The pressure of her hips to his is sinfully, deliriously good, and he hums a deep note of pleasure and torture both, because as sweet as that friction is, it isn't enough. He needs more, as the bulge at the front of his pants gives away.
But he also isn't ready to submit, to let her put his hands on him and carry him away. Instead, he nips at her ear once more, before drawing back, his breathing heavy, meeting her gaze with a wicked kind of grin.
One of his hands slips between her thighs then, his index finger drawing tantalizingly over the already-wet cotton of her panties. ]
Prove it to me.
[ There's a challenge in his words. Which one of them can undo the other first? ]
[ sex had been just about the furthest thing from her mind on norvrandt. she'd been fighting, surviving, working. yet now she has a head full or memories of tender touches and intimate moments, and it has been a long, long year since last she was touched this way, since his hands were on her - even if it has only been weeks for him, for alisaie it has been so much longer, and her body is sensitive to it. even the feather-light drag of his finger against her panties feels like an electric shock, and her hips twitch in response, lifting from the sand, seeking more.
but it won't be that easy.
prove it to me, he says, and alisaie hisses through her fangs again, he luminous eyes narrowed dangerously, but her anger is equally matched now by her need, the pheromones thick in her blood, the heat and desire that she'd held back.
he's left her hand free, and so is scrambles at his back now, over smooth skin and patches of fur. he smells like skin and sweat, like wolf mingled with the salty sea air and it drives her wild, urging her to sink her claws deep against his skin, scratching red welts while she wriggles to free herself, bucking against him, her trapped arm fighting for freedom. ]
Fuck me.
[ she whispers, the words harsh against his lips as she drags her mouth over his own, tasting his breath, breathing him in. ]
[ It's so tempting, to let go of her hand, to free her and let her take the reins. It's what he's most familiar with, what he misses most, the balance, the trust between them, their shared space. He could lie on his back and let her mount him and it would feel good and perfect and right, but then she whispers that harsh command, and Prompto can't relinquish his control. If a fuck is what she wants, then it's what she'll get.
He strokes her again, his fingers skirting along her thighs, before at last dipping beneath the fabric to brush up against the all-to-sensitive folds of skin beneath. But this too is a tease, because instead of stopping to finger her, his claws hook upward quickly, cutting through the fabric of her panties. A breathless laugh huffs against her mouth — that was easier than he thought. ]
Prove it.
[ He challenges again, before he's quickly surging away — and down, pulling away the remnants of her panties so he can dip his head between her legs and feast on her. ]
[ he teases her relentlessly, and he knows what he is doing, he knows that he is driving her out of her mind with want, and that that is exactly what he is trying to do. his fingers brush against her, where she is hot and needful and slick as sin, and all she can do is writhe beneath him, for sanguis gives him strength she cannot hope to bear against.
but before she can even think to find a way to prove it he is moving down her body, between her thighs, and she is lost.
gods, but she had forgotten how good it feels, and how good he is with his mouth - his lips and his soft tongue, his low growling murmurs that vibrate against her - she's overcome within seconds. their argument is buried, dissolved, and all she can feel is the white-hot pleasure, the sinfully slick slide of his tongue, the heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips. he is not gentle, but ravenous as the moons demand, and it is all she can do to give herself over to it, closing her eyes and arching her back, her hips rocking up to the movement of his mouth as the pleasure builds. she has only one free hand still but it is more than enough - alisaie buries it in his thick hair, sinking her claws against his scalp and tugging at the roots of his hair, urging him, but he does not leave her wanting.
had she the wherewithal to be thinking clearly, she might worry that in his mood he would deny her her climax, but for a kindness, he does not. the pleasure builds and builds far more quickly than she had anticipated, but then her body has not felt this sweetness in so long, and she is sensitive as a virgin maid. ]
Prompto -
[ she whispers, the only precursor before her back is arching from the sand, her thighs tensing, twitching as she comes in a flood of heat and pleasure, her cry carried by the ocean wind. claws hook hard into the nape of his neck, holding him in place, her pinned fingers sinking deep into the sand still warm from the summer sun, and she is buoyed by simple, uncomplicated bliss, carried high on its crest until nothing hurts, there is no pain, no confusion, no anger - only the easy, natural pleasure that he knows how to give her so well. ]
[ What she likes hasn't changed. He's known since the first time he tried this how much she likes it, how quickly Alisaie unravels when his mouth is between her thighs, exploring her most sensitive spots, tasting her in such a sweet and sinful way. He's learned what makes her gasp and buck, where to tease and where to give fully, and once he gets into it, it's so easy to fall back into a rhythm that is so familiar that he hardly needs think about it at all. They are back in their bedroom again, making love in the lazy morning sun, like they don't have a single care in the world. And when sex feels this good, what could they have to worry about?
It excites him, too, her desperate sounds, her bucking hips, the way she whines his name before she comes, her fingers buried in his hair. He was hard and full before, but now the pressure against his cock is nearly unbearable. After she finishes, he doesn't move right away, instead nosing to her sensitive skin, inhaling that scent that is positively intoxicating to her pheromone-addled brain. A groan spills from his lips as he finally sits up again, wearing a triumphant smile and licking the taste of her from his lips. ]
I said, prove it.
[ At last, he releases her wrists, instead taking her hands and guiding them to his belt. It's his turn, now, to turn himself over to her, to see if she will rise to his challenge, if she will grant him the sweet relief he seeks. ]
[ those words are like little barbs just beneath her skin, and despite how her mind and body both are still warm and fuzzy with pleasure, still she hisses in an almost lazy way - though at long last he grants her her agency again, freeing her hand.
prove it.
still dizzy and warm, alisaie sits forward, grasping at his belt when his hands guide her there, though she hardly needs the incentive. she can see how hard he is through his too-tight trousers, and it's almost like old habit - plenty of times he has gone down on her so sweetly before they make love, before she pays him back by giving all of herself too him, and so it feels.. natural to loosen his belt now, while that sweet, tight heat still throbs between her thighs.
rising to her knees, alisaie opens his trousers and shoves them down his hips before her hand between them finds his cock, feels the silky-soft weight of it, the heat, before she's climbing astride his lap and over it, fitting her body against him. there is no hesitation, no fear or worry - the moons might exert their influence, but she is not so intoxicated so as not to know exactly what she is doing, and to know that she wants it more than anything, to feel him within her, to connect to another person, to him, so fully and completely that she loses track of where she ends and he begins.
her eyes flicker over his not seeking permission - but telling him; he said to prove it, after all, and so that is just what she means to do, seating herself over his lap and sliding down onto his cock in the very moment her mouth finds his in a hard, fierce, hungry kiss, the taste and smell of her still clinging to his mouth. ]
[ The moment that her eyes meet his nearly kills him. He wants it so badly, can feel the warmth of her so close to him, so tantalizingly close, that if she waited a moment longer, he would have pulled her down onto him anyway. But soon enough, she's closing that distance between them, sliding onto his cock in a fluid, familiar motion that rocks him to his core and makes him gasp against the intensity of her kiss. He groans and closes his eyes, allowing himself just to feel, to soak in this moment, to at last feel so deeply connected to her in a way he hasn't since she returned from Norvrandt. ]
Fuck me, Alisaie...
[ He breathes, even as she begins to move against him, their hips taking a moment to find that rhythm again, that sweet push and pull, but oh, once they find it...every pant becomes a whine of pleasure, as he clings to her desperately tight, kissing her, biting her, sinking his teeth into her soft fur, as the pleasure builds and builds, sweeping him up in a torrent of pleasure. As desperate as they both were for this, he makes himself last longer than he usually would, only thanks to the control that Sanguis gives him, but it's all the better that way, because when he at last builds to that peak, it is deliriously good. Their movements are harsh and fast, his cries of pleasure carrying across the sands, building and building until at last, the dam breaks. He comes hard, her name like a prayer as pleasure unparalleled crashes over him. For a moment, it consumes him completely, stealing away time and meaning and substance, until all he can do is feel, feel her closer to him than anything else in the world.
It leaves him breathless and trembling and whimpering, though he still clings to her tightly, tasting the salt on her skin from the spray of the sea and her sweat both, his tail wagging slow behind him. He doesn't want to overthink it, or overcomplicated it. He just lets it bed. He lets them be, still connected because he can't pull out yet anyway and intertwined, as close to what they used to be as they have been in weeks. Even as he begins to come down, he still peppers her neck and jaw with sweet, gentle kisses, so unlike the ferocious ones that came before.
[ it's wild, and in a way.. cathartic. their lovemaking could be intense sometimes, but more often than not it was sweet and gentle, and she loved that, she always enjoyed it, but even without cordis and sanguis and iris, alisaie has always had a feral streak in her, a wildness in her blood that enjoys roughness and raw ferocity. with his hard kisses and the rake of his claws he gives her permission to give as good as she gets, and so she does not hold back, but rides him hard, clawing at his back and biting at his neck, his shoulders, his collar, all of him that she can reach. it is rough and fierce and as they rise it feels as if she is purging so much of the fury and frustration that bubbles in her blood, that has sat in her core, unmitigated and monstrous, growing every day.
mayhaps this was not the most healthy way to vent it, she let it go too far for too long, and yet still there is a.. satisfaction that washes over her in the end that steals the breath from her lungs and the energy from her bones.
for the first time in a long, long time, alisaie feels.. at peace.
it may only be brief, and fleeting - she does not know what tomorrow may bring, or the next day, she does not know if she will be able to find her footing and balance, her place, but for now.. for now she is satiated. wrung out. satisfied.
and rather than flinch away from him, alisaie sinks against him, all of her weight sagging into his arms. her clawed fingers loosen, soften, her arms slung down his back, her head resting heavy in the crook of his neck. his skin and fur smell so good, like sweat and sex, like wolf and salt and like him, familiar.
[ It he finds it strange that she clings to him so tightly after such hard, desperate sex, he doesn't show it. It shouldn't be so easy to let her sink against him, to hold her near and gentle, after so many poisonous and hurtful things had been said between them, but for now, the wolf is tamed, his fury calmed. He doesn't want to pick another fight with her. He just wants to hold her close, and continue to kiss her so gently and sweetly, while they have this moment, before those walls between them go up again.
But they do not yet return. Alisaie doesn't withdraw, instead sagging her full weight against him, completely and utterly vulnerable. And then...she apologizes, which is equally unexpected. Not because he didn't think she would, but because he didn't think she would now, so soon, when the hurt is still so fresh. But then again, in the wake of what they've just shared, don't those fears feel somehow so distant now? Those barbs fallen loose from his heart?
He swallows thickly, fighting off tears that Sanguis can't persuade him out of now. ]
I'm sorry, too. I said such awful things to you, I...I-I didn't mean...I'm so sorry.
[ Maybe it felt cathartic, and maybe they wouldn't have gotten here if it hadn't happened, but still, it...wasn't right. ]
[ it's so easy to feel foolish, now - with her spleen vented and her fury spent, she feels so small and stupid, shamed by her words and actions both. alisaie is quick to shake her head, but her arms close around him all the more tightly, squeezing hard, her face pressed into the curve of his neck. ]
No. You were right. I have been..
[ terrible. that she's been hurt and mourning and aching does not matter, it gave her no right to treat others badly, to treat him badly, for honestly, it is prompto who has borne the brunt of her frustrations, and everything he said to her tonight - however barbed it might have been - was correct. she has pushed him away, she has made him wait, and feel unloved, she has been afraid.
hooking her hands lightly over his shoulders, alisaie takes in a deep, trembling breath, touching her brow gently to his. ]
[ Oh, how he's missed this. Her touch, this closeness, and for all they just shared with one another, this somehow feels just as intimate as what came before. She holds close to him, presses her brow to his, and it nearly splits his heart, in a totally different way than her cutting words that had come before. They heal instead of hurt, and while she hardly needs to ask for his forgiveness, it's still a relief to hear the words, to let go of the barbs that had hooked into his heart. Not everything is immediately better, and they still have a ways to go in repairing their relationship, but this is an important first step in the right direction.
At last. At last.
Inhaling a shuddering breath, the cool sea breeze tickles his skin and fur, and he lifts his hands to cup at her face, his thumbs smoothing gently over her lips. ]
Course I will. You're stuck with me, no matter what.
[ his hands frame her face sweetly, gently, and the feeling is so very familiar that is steals the breath from her lungs in a soft gasp between them. these tender touches.. she hardly realized how much she had missed them until she'd felt them again, now, here, like this. she has been so terrible to him, and yet he is still so sweet, so warm, welcoming her back without hesitation.
she isn't sure she deserves it.
but rather than argue it, she can instead.. try to be better, to clean up this terrible mess that she has made. it is the best she can offer.
a tremulous smile curves her mouth, and alisaie's lips press to the pads of his thumbs. ]
[ Home. She'd called it that when she first returned to this world, and it had given him hope, that even though so much had happened to her, and so much time had passed, this place could be her home again. Everything that had happened since then, however, had made him worry that that maybe couldn't be the case. But now she reassures him with her words and her actions both, putting his heart at ease. ]
Yeah, let's.
[ He says through a tremulous breath, his heart still racing, blood thick with pleasure that still ebbs, but slowly, he becomes more aware of their surroundings again. They are...on the beach, mostly undressed in the sand, messy and sweaty, and she is still mounted on him. It feels a little... different than usual, like he takes up more space within her than usual. It isn't uncomfortable, and it's even a little exciting, but...
It definitely isn't but normal. ]
Um...
[ He begins, but instead of give voice to his dawning realization, he glances down at their intertwined bodies, chewing his bottom lip.
at first alisaie is confused, and then mildly alarmed, but it only takes a few seconds for her to understand what's happening here. she has some small knowledge of animal biology (lest we not forget she attended prestigious fantasy college), and they've both spent more than enough time in lunatia to have grown more than a little knowledgeable about, um, strange and different mating rituals.
she may or may not have also read some knotting porn from mrs. triggleby's collection, but whatever!! ]
..well.
[ she starts, and then a mischievous smile curls her mouth. tightening her thighs around his hips, alisaie tugs him backward by the shoulders until they both tumble back onto the sand again with his body over hers and her legs wound 'round his waist, her body pillowed comfortably against nine fluffy tails. ]
I suppose we must needs linger for a few more minutes.
[ Oh, gods, well, thank goodness they just made up, or this would be so, so much more awkward than it currently is. And for all Alisaie buys right into and pulls him down onto the sand on top of her, his cheeks still blush a deep red. Sure, he's heard about this, uh, particular phenomenon happening with Prismals before, it's impossible to live here and not have some passiu knowledge of knotting, but it's still..well. His penis sure is enlarged and stuck in her and that is sure a thing that is happening.
Still, Alisaie doesn't seem.off put by it, so instead he lets his relief continue to carry him, a laugh bubbling up from his lungs as he spills over her, fingers filtering through the soft fur of her tails behind her. ]
'Spose so, h-heh...I'm a lot more wolf than usual tonight...
[ Sure, it's kind of hot, but also kind of embarrassing!! ]
...but it's not so bad.
[ Its giving him an excuse to just be schmuppy and stare into her eyes, after all. It's been a hot minute since he's been able to do this without feeling like he shouldn't. ]
[ it's not so embarrassing for alisaie, even if it is a little bit strange.. but mostly it's.. oddly sexy, and pleasurable. with the urgency of their coupling now passed, she can better appreciate the feel of her inside of him, how wonderfully, comfortably full she feels. gods, to think she had gone an entire year without this feeling, hardly caring that she had missed it at all.. even here, with him, sex is not generally at the forefront of her mind most of the time, but nevertheless she still likes it quite a bit. she can certainly appreciate it now, after having gone so long without the feeling of his touch.
gods, she's been such a fool.. ]
No, it isn't.
[ she purrs softly in response, her tails shivering lightly beneath the drag of his fingers, her arms curled loose around his shoulders, her mouth seeking his for soft, lazy kisses. ]
[ Though his cheeks still burn with faint embarrassment, it's all too easy to relax into her touch and settle down against her and her fully tails, relaxing into those sweet, gentle kisses. They're so, so welcome after going so long without. All of it is, but he's missed her kisses the most, the texture of her lips, the taste of her mouth. He takes his time as he kisses her to enjoy it to its fullest, to focus on the sensation, to pass the time in such a pleasant, uncomplicated way. He needs this. They both need this. ]
I love you...
[ He murmurs against her mouth, fingers lost in her mane of hair, eyes hooded. He said it earlier, too, but only during the course of his tirade, and it feels...important to say it again now, with their hearts fully opened again, where she can fully appreciate what those words mean. ]
I love you...
[ He breaks away to nuzzle against her cheek, to inhale the scent of her skin. ]
[ hearing those words has been.. stressful, until now. it was not that she did not appreciate his love and devotion, but it only reminded her of her own feelings, of how slow and frustrating her progress was, how apprehensive she was about remembering how to say it in return, and mean it. she could have said it by rote to appease him, but he deserves better than that, they deserve better than that, and alisaie would never say such a thing, even in passing, if she did not fully mean it.
so she had not, and the anxiety had built and built, spilling out of her in close-hearted anger and defensive lashing out. but now.. now it sounds lovely in her ears, like soft, sweet silk, and she smiles against his skin, her sharp nails dragging gently now over the welts she has scratched into his back. ]
I love you, too.
[ she murmurs in response, and the words feel.. foreign in her mouth, rough and unfamiliar, yet not uncomfortable. it's like greeting an old friend again. ]
[ It's an understatement to say that it's good to hear her say those words. He's been yearning to hear them for weeks, and as time drew on, as she grew more and more irritated with him and nothing seemed to be getting better, Prompto feared that maybe he wouldn't hear them again. She wouldn't say them unless she meant them, however, and the sound of them in his ears while she gently draws her nails over pleasantly sensitive skin, words and touches so tender, brings tears right to his eyes and a smile to his lips.
Inhaling a hiccuping breath, he touches his brows to hers and squeezes his eyes shut. There will be time for tears later, when they suss out all of their feelings, but for now, he simply wants to enjoy being with her, and knowing that she loves him again. ]
...Good to hear it.
[ More than he can ever express.
At last, he seems to have...uh, receded enough that he can comfortably pull out of her, but Prompto doesn't go especially far when he does, still leaning over her with a soft, adoring smile. ]
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It's almost enough to break him free, because it breaks his heart clean in two. Everything is falling to pieces, and he feels heedless to stop it. Why is he arguing? She's right. Of course she's right. It's just as he feared. He's too needy. He asks for too much. No one can endure him for long, and eventually, he'll push them all away. That's just how it goes, right? He's a sham of a human, anyway, living a stolen life in a world that shouldn't even exist.
His eyes widen, injured, a whimper catching in his throat, but that is weakness, and Sanguis won't have it. Anger burns bright in his blood again as he squeezes his eyes shut tight, banishing even the thought of tears from them. ]
Oh, sorry, didn't realize I was making myself such a burden when I was trying to help you! I don't want you to tell me everything, I just want to help you so you aren't killing yourself by keeping it all in! So shit like this doesn't happen! We were supposed to work through this together, but you won't even try!
[ And then, quickly, he's moving, surging forward, grabbing for her wrists and with his Sanguis-gifted strength, pushing her onto her back, his weight over her. His holds tight to her wrists, ignoring the heat of her body, the taste of her smell so close and tantalizing, his eyes flashing dangerously. ]
There's something you're not telling me. Isn't there? I knew it since you first told me about Norvrandt. Oh, sure, you told me eeeeverything about it, except about what mattered most to you, about what made you...like this.
[ Closed off. Unreachable. Someone he is so desperately afraid of losing, but it feels inevitable. ]
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it feels so wrong.
but then he is surging forward, pinning her into the sand, and the fury is back, with it a swell of heat that crashes down her body, prickling the soft fur on her forearms. without thought her thighs spread to admit him, clamping tightly around his hips, and her breath hitches hard, heat flooding to her face, her ears pinning back. gods it feels.. it feels so good to be close to him again, to be close to him like this, with their blood surging and the moonlight goading them. ]
I don't..
[ she starts, breathlessly, and rather than expel him back her hands grasp his own, her fingers slipping through his, though she holds them hard, singing her sharp claws into the backs of his hands, pricking delicate skin. ]
Like what?
[ she hisses back, at last, her body arching and her fangs gnashing. ]
Like someone who no longer fits, for you? How and when I tell you anything is my choice.
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...But she smells so nice, so familiar, so tempting, the press of her thighs to his an invitation that he cannot bear to refuse. Maybe it's wrong, but he craves this, he needs this. He has been so starved for affection. This can sate.
Her words still prickle at him, however, and his claws press against the backs of her hands in return as he lifts her arms above her head, sinking lower against her, eyes already hooded with want and desire. With a rough sound lodged in his throat, he dips down, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, dragging his nose along her slender throat, inhaling that scent that makes his body tremble. ]
Then...guess that's it, then, huh? You won't meet me halfway, so what's the point?
[ He pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, then, eyes smoldering and hard, before he slowly, deliberately, rolls his hips against hers, feeling the shape of her against him. ]
But you still want me, don't you?
[ Never mind that he wants her, too, in a fearsome way he has never known before. He doesn't want the soft embrace of a kind, sweet lover tonight. He doesn't want sweet nothings and aftercare. He wants pleasure and pain both in turn. He wants to fuck her like an animal, until neither of them can see straight, until they exist in that sea of boneless, uncomplicated pleasure, where it won't matter that his heart is broken, and he's afraid that he's ruined everything, that there is no coming back from this. ]
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more than that, she misses when she knew how to want and appreciate it, before everything began to feel strange, and she forgot how to accept affection. despite his arguments, she does try - she tries every day to remember how to reach him, how to be the girl that she once was, even if he cannot see her progress, because there is none to speak of. it is why she is so frustrated, so angry, because every day she tries to fit herself back into the space she left behind, and every day she finds that she cannot.
but now the moons decide for them, erasing the barriers they've kept carefully maintained and stripping away pretense and uncertainty. mayhaps they are being influenced, but these feelings are not false, they are real, only given purpose, and an avenue to manifest at last. ]
Yes.
[ she whispers harshly, and when he dips to nuzzle his face to her throat she growls low in her throat, her body tightening with heat, a prickle coursing down her spine. she does want him, she has wanted to want him for weeks, wanted to remember how to be touched, but her fears and misgivings are dashed by the fox in her blood, unchaining her at last. it may not be gentle touches and sweet kisses she craves, but that is just as well, alisaie has ever preferred a hard and brutal path.
the friction when his hips grind to hers is nearly unbearable, and the growl in her throat gives way to a soft whine instead; without another moment's hesitation she captures his mouth with her own, and sinks her teeth into the tender flesh of his lower lip. ]
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In retaliation, his tongue lances into her mouth, forceful and eager to taste her, his hips grinding against her again, sending a shiver rocketing down his spine. At last he releases one of her hands, if only so he can drag one clawed finger, over the buttons of her coat, snapping them off until he can push it off her shoulders. ]
I need you...
[ He pleads, and he does. He's so desperately missed this contact, this heat, this intimacy that they used to know so well. His hands splay over her shoulders, pushing away her dress straps and holding fast, while his mouth pulls to the side, seeking the sensitive flesh of her ear, teeth sinking in to soft cartilage. ]
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gods, she misses that..
but this is reminiscent of it, it's a spark, a reminder, a memory of all the times he touched her skin, all the times he kissed her mouth and whispered her name. she might have loved his submission, but she likes this too, the force of his love and need, how willing he is to push for it, fight for it.
her coat already feels far too heavy and restrictive, and the moment he begins to open it she is wrestling her way out of it, leaving it sprawled open beneath her back, her ribs heaving as she gasps for air against his mouth. it's gone, and with one hand free she is able to snag the hem of his shirt, her claws tearing into the thin fabric as she wrenches it up over his back, urging it away. ]
I need you too -
[ she whispers, though it is punctuated by a whine when his teeth sink against her soft ear, the pressure of his teeth lancing bolts of sweet, shivering pleasure straight down her spine and between her thighs, her hips rising to meet his again, seeking heat, and friction. ]
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But he also isn't ready to submit, to let her put his hands on him and carry him away. Instead, he nips at her ear once more, before drawing back, his breathing heavy, meeting her gaze with a wicked kind of grin.
One of his hands slips between her thighs then, his index finger drawing tantalizingly over the already-wet cotton of her panties. ]
Prove it to me.
[ There's a challenge in his words. Which one of them can undo the other first? ]
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but it won't be that easy.
prove it to me, he says, and alisaie hisses through her fangs again, he luminous eyes narrowed dangerously, but her anger is equally matched now by her need, the pheromones thick in her blood, the heat and desire that she'd held back.
he's left her hand free, and so is scrambles at his back now, over smooth skin and patches of fur. he smells like skin and sweat, like wolf mingled with the salty sea air and it drives her wild, urging her to sink her claws deep against his skin, scratching red welts while she wriggles to free herself, bucking against him, her trapped arm fighting for freedom. ]
Fuck me.
[ she whispers, the words harsh against his lips as she drags her mouth over his own, tasting his breath, breathing him in. ]
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He strokes her again, his fingers skirting along her thighs, before at last dipping beneath the fabric to brush up against the all-to-sensitive folds of skin beneath. But this too is a tease, because instead of stopping to finger her, his claws hook upward quickly, cutting through the fabric of her panties. A breathless laugh huffs against her mouth — that was easier than he thought. ]
Prove it.
[ He challenges again, before he's quickly surging away — and down, pulling away the remnants of her panties so he can dip his head between her legs and feast on her. ]
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but before she can even think to find a way to prove it he is moving down her body, between her thighs, and she is lost.
gods, but she had forgotten how good it feels, and how good he is with his mouth - his lips and his soft tongue, his low growling murmurs that vibrate against her - she's overcome within seconds. their argument is buried, dissolved, and all she can feel is the white-hot pleasure, the sinfully slick slide of his tongue, the heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips. he is not gentle, but ravenous as the moons demand, and it is all she can do to give herself over to it, closing her eyes and arching her back, her hips rocking up to the movement of his mouth as the pleasure builds. she has only one free hand still but it is more than enough - alisaie buries it in his thick hair, sinking her claws against his scalp and tugging at the roots of his hair, urging him, but he does not leave her wanting.
had she the wherewithal to be thinking clearly, she might worry that in his mood he would deny her her climax, but for a kindness, he does not. the pleasure builds and builds far more quickly than she had anticipated, but then her body has not felt this sweetness in so long, and she is sensitive as a virgin maid. ]
Prompto -
[ she whispers, the only precursor before her back is arching from the sand, her thighs tensing, twitching as she comes in a flood of heat and pleasure, her cry carried by the ocean wind. claws hook hard into the nape of his neck, holding him in place, her pinned fingers sinking deep into the sand still warm from the summer sun, and she is buoyed by simple, uncomplicated bliss, carried high on its crest until nothing hurts, there is no pain, no confusion, no anger - only the easy, natural pleasure that he knows how to give her so well. ]
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It excites him, too, her desperate sounds, her bucking hips, the way she whines his name before she comes, her fingers buried in his hair. He was hard and full before, but now the pressure against his cock is nearly unbearable. After she finishes, he doesn't move right away, instead nosing to her sensitive skin, inhaling that scent that is positively intoxicating to her pheromone-addled brain. A groan spills from his lips as he finally sits up again, wearing a triumphant smile and licking the taste of her from his lips. ]
I said, prove it.
[ At last, he releases her wrists, instead taking her hands and guiding them to his belt. It's his turn, now, to turn himself over to her, to see if she will rise to his challenge, if she will grant him the sweet relief he seeks. ]
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prove it.
still dizzy and warm, alisaie sits forward, grasping at his belt when his hands guide her there, though she hardly needs the incentive. she can see how hard he is through his too-tight trousers, and it's almost like old habit - plenty of times he has gone down on her so sweetly before they make love, before she pays him back by giving all of herself too him, and so it feels.. natural to loosen his belt now, while that sweet, tight heat still throbs between her thighs.
rising to her knees, alisaie opens his trousers and shoves them down his hips before her hand between them finds his cock, feels the silky-soft weight of it, the heat, before she's climbing astride his lap and over it, fitting her body against him. there is no hesitation, no fear or worry - the moons might exert their influence, but she is not so intoxicated so as not to know exactly what she is doing, and to know that she wants it more than anything, to feel him within her, to connect to another person, to him, so fully and completely that she loses track of where she ends and he begins.
her eyes flicker over his not seeking permission - but telling him; he said to prove it, after all, and so that is just what she means to do, seating herself over his lap and sliding down onto his cock in the very moment her mouth finds his in a hard, fierce, hungry kiss, the taste and smell of her still clinging to his mouth. ]
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Fuck me, Alisaie...
[ He breathes, even as she begins to move against him, their hips taking a moment to find that rhythm again, that sweet push and pull, but oh, once they find it...every pant becomes a whine of pleasure, as he clings to her desperately tight, kissing her, biting her, sinking his teeth into her soft fur, as the pleasure builds and builds, sweeping him up in a torrent of pleasure. As desperate as they both were for this, he makes himself last longer than he usually would, only thanks to the control that Sanguis gives him, but it's all the better that way, because when he at last builds to that peak, it is deliriously good. Their movements are harsh and fast, his cries of pleasure carrying across the sands, building and building until at last, the dam breaks. He comes hard, her name like a prayer as pleasure unparalleled crashes over him. For a moment, it consumes him completely, stealing away time and meaning and substance, until all he can do is feel, feel her closer to him than anything else in the world.
It leaves him breathless and trembling and whimpering, though he still clings to her tightly, tasting the salt on her skin from the spray of the sea and her sweat both, his tail wagging slow behind him. He doesn't want to overthink it, or overcomplicated it. He just lets it bed. He lets them be, still connected
because he can't pull out yet anywayand intertwined, as close to what they used to be as they have been in weeks. Even as he begins to come down, he still peppers her neck and jaw with sweet, gentle kisses, so unlike the ferocious ones that came before.It's peaceful. ]
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mayhaps this was not the most healthy way to vent it, she let it go too far for too long, and yet still there is a.. satisfaction that washes over her in the end that steals the breath from her lungs and the energy from her bones.
for the first time in a long, long time, alisaie feels.. at peace.
it may only be brief, and fleeting - she does not know what tomorrow may bring, or the next day, she does not know if she will be able to find her footing and balance, her place, but for now.. for now she is satiated. wrung out. satisfied.
and rather than flinch away from him, alisaie sinks against him, all of her weight sagging into his arms. her clawed fingers loosen, soften, her arms slung down his back, her head resting heavy in the crook of his neck. his skin and fur smell so good, like sweat and sex, like wolf and salt and like him, familiar.
comforting. ]
I..
[ she whispers, so softly against his skin. ]
I'm.. I'm sorry..
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But they do not yet return. Alisaie doesn't withdraw, instead sagging her full weight against him, completely and utterly vulnerable. And then...she apologizes, which is equally unexpected. Not because he didn't think she would, but because he didn't think she would now, so soon, when the hurt is still so fresh. But then again, in the wake of what they've just shared, don't those fears feel somehow so distant now? Those barbs fallen loose from his heart?
He swallows thickly, fighting off tears that Sanguis can't persuade him out of now. ]
I'm sorry, too. I said such awful things to you, I...I-I didn't mean...I'm so sorry.
[ Maybe it felt cathartic, and maybe they wouldn't have gotten here if it hadn't happened, but still, it...wasn't right. ]
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No. You were right. I have been..
[ terrible. that she's been hurt and mourning and aching does not matter, it gave her no right to treat others badly, to treat him badly, for honestly, it is prompto who has borne the brunt of her frustrations, and everything he said to her tonight - however barbed it might have been - was correct. she has pushed him away, she has made him wait, and feel unloved, she has been afraid.
hooking her hands lightly over his shoulders, alisaie takes in a deep, trembling breath, touching her brow gently to his. ]
I hope you can forgive me..
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At last. At last.
Inhaling a shuddering breath, the cool sea breeze tickles his skin and fur, and he lifts his hands to cup at her face, his thumbs smoothing gently over her lips. ]
Course I will. You're stuck with me, no matter what.
[ And he will always, always love her. ]
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she isn't sure she deserves it.
but rather than argue it, she can instead.. try to be better, to clean up this terrible mess that she has made. it is the best she can offer.
a tremulous smile curves her mouth, and alisaie's lips press to the pads of his thumbs. ]
Let's go home.
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Yeah, let's.
[ He says through a tremulous breath, his heart still racing, blood thick with pleasure that still ebbs, but slowly, he becomes more aware of their surroundings again. They are...on the beach, mostly undressed in the sand, messy and sweaty, and she is still mounted on him. It feels a little... different than usual, like he takes up more space within her than usual. It isn't uncomfortable, and it's even a little exciting, but...
It definitely isn't but normal. ]
Um...
[ He begins, but instead of give voice to his dawning realization, he glances down at their intertwined bodies, chewing his bottom lip.
Well. This is new. ]
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yes, that's definitely new.
at first alisaie is confused, and then mildly alarmed, but it only takes a few seconds for her to understand what's happening here. she has some small knowledge of animal biology (lest we not forget she attended prestigious fantasy college), and they've both spent more than enough time in lunatia to have grown more than a little knowledgeable about, um, strange and different mating rituals.
she may or may not have also read some knotting porn from mrs. triggleby's collection, but whatever!! ]
..well.
[ she starts, and then a mischievous smile curls her mouth. tightening her thighs around his hips, alisaie tugs him backward by the shoulders until they both tumble back onto the sand again with his body over hers and her legs wound 'round his waist, her body pillowed comfortably against nine fluffy tails. ]
I suppose we must needs linger for a few more minutes.
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Still, Alisaie doesn't seem.off put by it, so instead he lets his relief continue to carry him, a laugh bubbling up from his lungs as he spills over her, fingers filtering through the soft fur of her tails behind her. ]
'Spose so, h-heh...I'm a lot more wolf than usual tonight...
[ Sure, it's kind of hot, but also kind of embarrassing!! ]
...but it's not so bad.
[ Its giving him an excuse to just be schmuppy and stare into her eyes, after all. It's been a hot minute since he's been able to do this without feeling like he shouldn't. ]
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gods, she's been such a fool.. ]
No, it isn't.
[ she purrs softly in response, her tails shivering lightly beneath the drag of his fingers, her arms curled loose around his shoulders, her mouth seeking his for soft, lazy kisses. ]
I like it.
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I love you...
[ He murmurs against her mouth, fingers lost in her mane of hair, eyes hooded. He said it earlier, too, but only during the course of his tirade, and it feels...important to say it again now, with their hearts fully opened again, where she can fully appreciate what those words mean. ]
I love you...
[ He breaks away to nuzzle against her cheek, to inhale the scent of her skin. ]
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so she had not, and the anxiety had built and built, spilling out of her in close-hearted anger and defensive lashing out. but now.. now it sounds lovely in her ears, like soft, sweet silk, and she smiles against his skin, her sharp nails dragging gently now over the welts she has scratched into his back. ]
I love you, too.
[ she murmurs in response, and the words feel.. foreign in her mouth, rough and unfamiliar, yet not uncomfortable. it's like greeting an old friend again. ]
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Inhaling a hiccuping breath, he touches his brows to hers and squeezes his eyes shut. There will be time for tears later, when they suss out all of their feelings, but for now, he simply wants to enjoy being with her, and knowing that she loves him again. ]
...Good to hear it.
[ More than he can ever express.
At last, he seems to have...uh, receded enough that he can comfortably pull out of her, but Prompto doesn't go especially far when he does, still leaning over her with a soft, adoring smile. ]
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