[ 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. ]
[ it's as good for her to say the words as it is for her to hear them. now might not be the right time to comb through everything that needs to be said, but these words are the most important, and the most necessary, a great step forward in healing themselves, and what they are to one another. his smile warms her, and coaxes her own, and alisaie soon finds that she is giggling softly against his skin, her entire heart feeling lighter, fuller, so much of the tension that has been crushing her ribs is lifting away, lessening, and she can breathe again.
but ah.. there he goes.. limp noodle prompto.. well that was fun while it lasted
her gaze flickers downward, briefly, then up to his face again. ]
[ Yeah, it was kinda nice...weird, but nice. Still, the mention of home is too alluring for him to want to hang out at the beach any longer, not in the least because his ding dong is out on full display, and because they sure just fucked in plain sight for anyone to see and he, at least, wasn't quiet about it at all. At last they finally fulfilled her public kink...
But any concern about being seen right now is far from his mind. The only thing he has space for in his thoughts right now is her. ]
Yeah. Let's skedaddle.
[ He hikes his jeans back up and zips them up before finding his shirt where she discarded it. There's some nice holes in it from her nails, but that's honestly kind of hot, and anyway, he's covered with enough fur right now he a shirt isn't especially comfortable. So he's just gonna go around barechested for now, enjoy this rare display of physical confidence, Alisaie.
Once he's on his feet again, he offers her a hand up. ]
[ alisaie weaves her fingers through his and climbs to her feet, navigating her clothing again. her panties are.. pretty much ruined, thanks, so she has to go without those, but soon enough she's dressed again, and they're returning home again, hand in hand.
thanks for the peep show too, prompto!!
pea is happy to receive them, and moreso, she seems to understand the change in the air, the lifting of the tension that has been oppressing their home for weeks now seems to have evaporated. alisaie and prompto are smiling, laughing, and she is infected by it, wagging and hopping on her back paws, though she is more than a little perturbed by prompto's wolfish features and alisaie's many tails..
at any rate, alisaie puts the kettle on before they hop into the shower that prompto has started for them, washing away sweat and grime and salt and sand, and moreso, the anguish that they had been carrying. a shared bath or shower can feel so.. healing, so necessary, and though they are quick, it still feels imperative, and when alisaie is dry and wrapped in a soft cotton robe she can't help but feel lighter, stronger.
the kettle wails, and a few minutes later alisaie is carrying two mugs of sweet bergamot tea to the sofa, pressing one into prompto's palm. ]
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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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but ah.. there he goes.. limp noodle prompto.. well that was fun while it lasted
her gaze flickers downward, briefly, then up to his face again. ]
I suppose we should head home, now..
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But any concern about being seen right now is far from his mind. The only thing he has space for in his thoughts right now is her. ]
Yeah. Let's skedaddle.
[ He hikes his jeans back up and zips them up before finding his shirt where she discarded it. There's some nice holes in it from her nails, but that's honestly kind of hot, and anyway, he's covered with enough fur right now he a shirt isn't especially comfortable. So he's just gonna go around barechested for now, enjoy this rare display of physical confidence, Alisaie.
Once he's on his feet again, he offers her a hand up. ]
Shall we?
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[ alisaie weaves her fingers through his and climbs to her feet, navigating her clothing again. her panties are.. pretty much ruined, thanks, so she has to go without those, but soon enough she's dressed again, and they're returning home again, hand in hand.
thanks for the peep show too, prompto!!
pea is happy to receive them, and moreso, she seems to understand the change in the air, the lifting of the tension that has been oppressing their home for weeks now seems to have evaporated. alisaie and prompto are smiling, laughing, and she is infected by it, wagging and hopping on her back paws, though she is more than a little perturbed by prompto's wolfish features and alisaie's many tails..
at any rate, alisaie puts the kettle on before they hop into the shower that prompto has started for them, washing away sweat and grime and salt and sand, and moreso, the anguish that they had been carrying. a shared bath or shower can feel so.. healing, so necessary, and though they are quick, it still feels imperative, and when alisaie is dry and wrapped in a soft cotton robe she can't help but feel lighter, stronger.
the kettle wails, and a few minutes later alisaie is carrying two mugs of sweet bergamot tea to the sofa, pressing one into prompto's palm. ]
Careful, it's hot.