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[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

(Spoilers I won't, I always say I will but I won't-)

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INVENTORY:

-Grenade Launcher with 3 ammo stacks (refreshes monthly)

-Nondescript gaming console (it's an offbrand Nintendo Switch)

-Some glowing star rocks from an investigation with Elsword in the Deep Woods

-A little knitted dragon from Elsword that I forgot to link and am too lazy to find now

-1 Kotatsu that he keeps in his room at the lab. It's red with light beige birds on it

-His toolbox from Rhodes

-A workshop that connects to Gnosis' lab via a breezeway. He lives there with Passenger now

-3 erythrites, used to make Passenger a pair of earrings

Comments

[sticksandbonesmods]

[If Sesa does eat one he'll find that it's salty but sweet.]

If you must. The Forest's master cannot touch me, though, so worry not. Or rather... it fears the sea and it's masters. And I am no exception.

[mooninthewater]

...Why is that, exactly? Do you know?

[sticksandbonesmods]

Mortals call it "Thalassophobia." The Silver Moon has mentioned he never liked her oceanic creations, and thought them frightful. Perhaps some of the Leviathans are. Not to me, of course. But to others...

The one that is white as the moon and just as ethereal is the most dangerous of all. Not unlike their maker. Perhaps he also feared her, in turn.

[forwander]

[Good, he hopes so. Maybe in a moment, it will become abundantly clear that the fires of Elliot's jealousy have been stoked. Maybe Sesa will feel it in the hands that hold the Vouivre down, in the nails that press into his shoulders when he steals another kiss, less crushing and suffocating than that of earlier, but no less passionate. No less possessive, as Elliot's tongue plunges into Sesa's mouth for nothing more than a teasing, quick taste before he backs up.]

You know, you remember, who you belong to, then.

[It's not phrased like a question. It's a statement, an assurance.]

[forwander]

[The longer this goes on, the more Elliot's brain dials into full-blown horny whining territory. He is desperate. He is canting his hips back just to drive Sesa's fingers that much deeper, face squashed up into the pillows, moaning absolutely pathetically into them. One hand still holds his tailfeathers aside for Sesa, and he's collapsed down onto his forearm otherwise for balance.

Suddenly being fingered is agony, patience-wise. The impatient chirps coming from his throat, muffled into that pillow, are only half of it. Between that and the hip-rocking and the mantra of Sesa's name and the amount of precum dripping between his thighs and onto the bed...

It's not like Elliot to curse or otherwise be demanding in bed; he's normally pretty slow and calm, wanting to explore and stick his fingers into Sesa's sheath and spend his time gently teasing. But this time? During this?? There's no slow and calm. There's only begging, in sharp words Elliot never uses.]

Sesa, Sesa... fuck me, breed me...

[sesa]

[Hahaha...bro you boutta make him hard at this rate-

Sesa is well and truly breathless by the time Elliot pulls back this time, his mouth hanging open now that Elliot has sufficiently plundered his mouth with his tongue. He tastes just as sweet and addictive as ever, he notes distantly.]

H-haah...I...yes. I'm yours...

[He's yours, and boy it's feeling a little hot in here all of a sudden.]

[sesa]

[When Sesa calls Elliot beautiful in this state, he well and truly means it. Elliot, in general, does not often show strong emotions like the ones on display right now. It makes this feel all the more special, like he's special, and this is all private and reserved just for him. All the more reason to thrust his fingers quicker, both to draw out more of those sweet, honeyed moans from his lover, and to get him prepared faster. At this point, he's not sure he can hold back for much longer, his patience being stretched to its absolute limit.

But it's when Elliot finally demands that Sesa not just take him, but fuck him, breed him, well.

That's about the limit of what he's able to take.

He pulls his fingers free with the thick sound of the suction trying to pull them back in, quickly swiping them clean on the sheets. They still have lube but Sesa is?? Not??? He's not going for it??? But maybe it will be fine. Both of his lengths are soft and completely saturated with his slick, all the way down to the sheath. It doesn't matter how bumpy and textured they are, he may as well have already lubricated himself as he ducks forward to catch the side of Elliot's neck briefly with his teeth, letting their sharp points graze the delicate column as he shuffles forward, adopting the proper mounting position.

He...he's going to try to shove both of his cocks in. This is the worst idea imaginable for a virgin like Elliot, but he's too lost in the sauce to consider the consequences now. All he wants to do is breed breed breed, and given that his cocks have a limited level of movement to them, he's able to guide their tips to his entrance without using his hand to help, rutting his hips forward as- finally- the very tip of one of the heads suddenly pops past the entrance.

Yet, they have so much more to go.]

[forwander]

[Elliot is not strong enough to keep Sesa pinned down like this. He has upper body strength, yes, but compared to a Vouivre? Absolutely no body strength here, Sesa could flip him easily.

Still, Elliot holds the man down anyway, looking down at him like he's assessing Sesa's words. Scrutinizing. He is so jealous he can't think straight, but at least some clarity returns after a moment.]

Good. I hope you remember, or I may just have to force you never to forget.

[haha

what does that mean]

[forwander]

[On one hand: That's a lot of dick for a man to take all at once. On the other hand: Something something he's in heat and that influences how much he'd be able to take without experience, et cetera, so the fit is going to be a lot easier than it would ordinarily be solely because of that. This does not mean this is a good idea, and Elliot is not going to be walking for the next several days, but that's fine.

The head of one fits easily enough, and Elliot buries his face in the pillow and moans loudly, grateful that their walls are not shared with anyone right now. If anyone's coming into the workshop to get things done now, they'll have to wait, fuck 'em.

At least now he can stop holding his tailfeathers up. And oh, that bite is doing things to him, but when has being bitten by Sesa not made him immensely hornier?

For now, he's not rocking his hips back. He will wait for Sesa to do things, to have control, with his eyelids fluttering and his eyes rolled back into his head the entire time. Sorry your pigeon is dying.]

[sesa]

[Oh yes, Sesa could flip him. ...but he doesn't. Has no desire to, really. Seeing Elliot show his own strength and determination to keep him pinned down makes Sesa want to stay exactly where he is, looking up at him with his eyes glazed over and jaws slightly open.]

Oh...? And how might that be...?

[sesa]

[Good news: if anyone comes by the workshop now and hears the fucking going on through the wall, they will probably have the good sense to leave. Especially where these two are concerned.

Anyway, for the present moment...Sesa's first objective is to get one cock inside of him. Then he'll worry about the second. And seeing how Elliot is already clearly lost in the sauce, he'll gently caress the side of his lover's face, pressing a kiss to his lips after a moment to acclimate.]

That's it...

[Now, he'll move more. And more, and more...inch by agonizing inch, over the course of two full minutes. He'll occasionally draw out a little bit to give Elliot some friction to focus on, until all at once it feels like he's bottoming out. Their hips connect, one length still held to one side outside of him, and Sesa can already feel his thighs quaking. He's so tight from just this much alone...how much is it going to be when he's taken both?]

[forwander]

[Hums thoughtfully

Leans down

Fucking bites Sesa right where his neck meets his shoulder. That one is going to bruise at best, and his canines slightly scratch. He's no Vouivre, his teeth aren't sharp, but enough pressure to anything will break the skin at least a bit.

Sorry, he loves you, this is love it's just also possessiveness.]

[forwander]

[It might be so tight your dicks explode Sesa, so don't die.

Elliot does appreciate the little kisses and the friction. His brain has long-since 404'd on him, and there's nothing in his head right now other than "want" and "need" and really liking Sesa's hands on his hips and also his whole dick. Elliot has only gotten to feel it with his hands before, after all.

He's going to go insane. Sesa is big, Elliot has known this, and yet he feels much bigger when he's actually fully penetrating the Liberi. This is just one, and they're going to have to be very careful with two. But if instinct has anything to say about it... it'll be fine.

They're going to need actual foreplay and a lot of it next time, though. For now...

For now, Elliot makes distinct, desperate chirping noises in the back of his throat, unable to properly Words. He can feel Sesa's other cock between his thighs right now, so even if he couldn't take both (he wants to take both he is going to take both), there's added friction there. Good God he might actually die after tonight and he will die happy, dammit.]

[sesa]

[Sesa lets out a sharp, snarling growl of surprise, his brows knitting together at the ferocity of the bite. It's nothing he can't handle; it's more the unexpected nature of it that gets him, more than anything.

Ahh...why are you so hot for.]

Message...duly received, my love...

[sesa]

[PLS TO NOT BE LETTING HIS DICKS EXPLODE...

He of course is too horny to be thinking about any of that right now. He can feel his very scales vibrating from the amount of horny that's coursing through his veins, and every breath he takes is heralded by a deep growl in his chest, not unlike the little chirps that Elliot is letting out.

And this is just one. One cock. Can he even fit the second inside? That remains to be seen, but...

He's going to damn well try, if the way he rocks his hips back again is any indication. He's sopping wet, so there won't be any lack of lubrication (despite their best efforts) as he searches with the second tip, semi-prehensile in its efforts to find the entrance. And the moment it does is when it starts to wiggle in, trying to join its twin inside.]

[forwander]

[It's going to be a tight fit. Horrendously so, in fact. For quite a while (read: a couple minutes, but that's hours in sex-time), it'll feel like there's nowhere to fit, almost uncomfortably tight. Movement is not made very easy, but! But.

Elliot is, at least, relaxing despite the impatience. He isn't pushing, either, merely laying there with his ass in the air, still chirping, still just as desperate as when they began. Eventually, though... eventually it'll be far easier to get both in. Still impossibly tight, sure, but by the miracles of mating season, no one gets hurt by being STUPID.

Next time they do this they're going to kill themselves. But that's for next time! This time, everything is working solely because of instinct and circadian rhythm. And because I want it to.

So. Whenever Sesa officially bottoms out, assuming he takes his time not to kill his poor pigeon, he will be greeted with much louder moans and whining and a whole slew of Noise.]

[sesa]

[Despite the timey whimey bullshit that goes on between the span of a tag, he is- in fact- taking his time here. Quite a bit of time will go by before he actually bottoms out in fact, to the point where Elliot would have been getting impatient if he weren't, you know. Being massively stuffed by these dual cocks over here.

His own breathing is plenty shaky and uneven by the time the movement finally stops, and he really does just have to stop for a bit to acclimate, reaching up a hand to tentatively brush through the bottom ends of Elliot's hair with his claws.]

Are....are you with me, still?

[forwander]

[no he died.

...

Yeah, Elliot is fine. Well, as fine as a man can be when a Vouivre is two cocks into him while he's in heat, but hey! That's fine, in a way! He's good. All good.]

Yes...

[If he sounds strained in a way that's like... "too horny to live rn", let him. Just let him. Those tailfeathers are flared and his headfeathers are ruffled and he's pretty sure he needs Sesa's hips moving and teeth in his shoulder.

You know. Normal.]

[sesa]

Mm...good...

[Sesa sounds like he's barely there himself as it is, just coherent enough to speak as he presses gentle, lingering kisses all along Elliot's pulse. It seems impossible, but somehow he's all in. Both of his lengths, all the way. Now comes the tricky part...actually moving and finding a rhythm that isn't going to split Elliot completely in half.

He will not drag out the inevitable for much further, though he will whisper with the last scraps of coherency he has left:]

If I...begin to hurt you, you must stop me.

[Because otherwise, he uh. He will not be able to stop literally at all, good luck!!

Like now. When he shifts his weight back a fraction and slides out of Elliot just enough to make the push back in meaningful.]

Sometime before the event

[mooninthewater]

Sesa's Seaborn puppy seems to be rather restless recently. He and Passenger will both find it hard to sleep as the Seaborn will just jump onto the bed and start pacing across the both of them. It seems relentless, where usually it would not be so... annoying.

What does Sesa do?

[sesa]

[It's not the first time Sesa's...."dog" has woken him up at night, which he's learned is just a fact of life when you're a pet owner. Usually, all it takes is getting up to give it some attention, maybe take it outside for a bit, but...

This is different, somehow. Not different enough to be immediately alarming, but Sesa isn't going to try to just ignore and sleep through it either.

He'll carefully sit up so as not to disturb Elliot, holding his hands out and gesturing for the Seaborn to come closer to him.]

Hey now...what's wrong? Do you need some water?

[mooninthewater]

It will go into Sesa's lap and turn around just to start thwaking him with his tail. It's staring at the door? Maybe...? It's never been easy to tell, considering it doesn't really have "eyes".

[sesa]

[Hm. Concerning...

Sesa glances back at Elliot- he is face down in the pillows, is he okay- and whispers:]

Dear...I'm going to let the dog out. I'll be right back.

[He's already moving to get up out of bed as he says this, reaching out to pat the little Seaborn on its "head".]

Okay, okay. We're going outside, come on.

At his Workshop

[bajamutblast]

[Dion has not had the pleasure of meeting Sesa just yet, which makes this... all the more awkward. Nevertheless, he's here on Heimr's recommendation, and he doubts the man would lead him astray. Still, it feels less like a shop and more like a place of a hobbyist. Walking up and asking for a service doesn't feel quite right.

However, the alternative — going to Joshua empty handed — is not really an option so... here he is. Clutched in one hand are the ornamental pieces of his chainmail, baubles made for flair and nothing more. In the other is a bag of carefully collected shells. He doesn't know if it's enough, but if it isn't, he'll gladly chase down more.

He clears his throat as he enters, doing his best to be the picture of politeness despite what feels like an intrusion.]

You are Sesa, yes? I was told you are capable in metalwork by Heimr. I have a request for you, should you be willing to hear it.

[sesa]

[It's funny that Dion feels that way, because Sesa- in contrast- craves having projects to work on. Only just recently has he been given a larger project to keep himself busy, which Dion will actually get to see first-hand as he walks into the workshop. Now typically, he leaves the big door to the "garage" open to the air because he just likes it that way, but he's having to keep things locked down pretty tightly to avoid letting little snakes in. It's unfortunate, but at least it means he can work without feeling like he's bothering people with the noise.

On the table as Dion comes in, he'll see a large cross-shaped pile of metal and exposed machinery of what's clearly a gun that's been taken apart almost completely while he works to replace broken parts and piece it all back together while giving it a good cleaning as he goes. It's taking a while, since Wolfwood's had his gun in a desert for years...so much sand in all of the inner workings, sigh.

Sesa lifts his head from where he'd been tinkering at it with a screwdriver as he hears someone come in, pushing up his goggles onto his head in front of his horns with a friendly smile, despite seeing a face he doesn't recognize.]

Mm? Why yes, the one and only. How apt that he should recommend my services...and you will be serviced well, I can assure you.

[D

don't say it like that-]

What can I do for you, Sir....?