[He asks with that neutral placidity that haunts his voice like a specter.]
You would have me believe for a moment that had I explained all of that, you would have simply accepted it? I told you I had a dream to unite the Dominants, to forge a new world, one where we would be treated as we deserved, where equality would reign as it should. I did not lie there, and it is consistent.
[Despite how this conversation is going, Barnabas does stay put. He doesn't know if it's simply his desire, or if his newly forming nature being what he is keeps him complacent.]
Had I told you of my Lord, would you have stayed? Would you have surrendered your will? Do not lie to me, Cidolfus, we both know you would never. Not for me, not for anyone.
You want it both ways? You want me to believe that you were capable of and actively telling the truth? Well let’s be clear: you were lying. Lying by omission is still lying, by the way. But you want to shrug off fault as something that only belongs to me? It’s my fault that you lied to me without even trying because you simply assumed?
[Cid grabs his big fuzzy head and turns it so that he has to look into his eyes.]
Well, it’s your scheme you fucked up, was it not? Take some responsibility, or put it onto Ultima. You may as well. I saw that thing at the end, you know. And I knew when I saw it that that was the face of the thing that had been driving you insane.
[He scoffs, his chest tightens.]
This fucking kills me, alright? I can’t believe you didn’t even respect me enough to try to tell me. These are your judgements of your own truths that you projected onto me. I believe in and actively sought the truth, Barnabas. And if it was all the absolute and objective truth, as you believed, and the only path forward… Then what can I say? What could I do? Then- Then! If we want to pretend that’s all true? Then how dare you not entrust me with it! If I had the potential to fuck it all up in ignorance-
If we were truly just meant to be united, then you should have gone with me! You can be anywhere, and you chose to leave me to figure it out on my own.
[Cid shakes his head, grimacing.]
All I had to go off of for the path forward were my own theories and calculations. Would have been real nice to run them by God, of all things!
[He takes his hands off of him for a moment and goes fishing for a cigar, but he doesn’t have any in his pajamas. Motherfucker.]
[As Cid takes his head, forcing him to fully look at him, he scowls. Not his usual emotionless steely scowl, but something with actual emotion behind it, however faint and trickle-fed it might be.]
Would it have killed you to place your faith in me? You were the one who chose to cut your imagined losses and run. Had you simply followed my directions, had you trusted in me, then you would not have abandoned all we had created like a self-serving coward. We could have continued apace, forging paradise together.
Yet you dare to say I left you, because I chose to stay within my kingdom in lieu of a cave lined with rotting wood, filled with a community barely held together with feeble convictions and half-spun theories. And you claim it was I who was driven insane.
[He scoffs.]
Had you an ounce of loyalty in you as Benedikta had, then you would not have been put down like a traitorous hound. She, too, might have survived.
[As he says these things, however, he feels his chest tighten. Painfully so. Inconvenient...]
I was killed entirely by fucking accident, Barnabas. There was no guarantee I would have survived all of that long enough to give Ramuh to Clive. Benedikta was the one who was put down like a mad dog, Barnabas. She became Lost, and where were you? What did her loyalty get her?
[His tears have all dried up, but his face still scrunches like he might have a few left. Cid snarls.]
My half-spun theories could have been tested by a peer. But it’s a shame I had none, apparently. That cave of rotting wood had more love and faith in it than your entire castle. We kept one another and lifted one another. …How could I have faith when you gave me nothing to hold onto? Were you just acting in mimicry of Ultima? Does your God truly give you nothing to hold onto either?
How quickly you forget you abandoned her. Where was I? Where were you? I had my kingdom to attend, you however ran about free, pretending that your chaotic and misplaced good deeds would make a difference, but all it did was bring about more death.
[After all, she would not have had to face Clive alone if Cidolfus was on her side.]
The Almighty gives me my orders, and I follow them. As you should have done. Was I not enough for you? You claim to have loved me, that you wished to make a family with me, yet you were more than willing to destroy that when it suited you.
Suited me? God, fuck you, Barney. You don’t think that was the hardest choice I ever made? I tried to stay! I tried to take her with me! God, how I tried, but she was so scared of being abandoned that she stayed with what she thought would protect her, lot of fucking good.
You think I enjoyed that? Just leaving you behind with nothing but questions to go live in the middle of the Blight? I did what I had to do, and I’m not ashamed of the lives I did save and the impact I made. And you know what? It fucking panned out, Barney. Clive would have been dead had I not intervened. What’s your God think about all that?
[Cid grabs Barnabas’ horns and jostles his head a bit in frustration.]
You had information I didn’t, unless Ultima’s a fucking moron! Clive was just languishing for thirteen years, you know! You could have had him any time you wanted if he was so important to reunite with.
[He shakes his head. He couldn’t let Barnabas tangle him up when he just presented him with new information. Tantalizingly new information.]
[As Cid shakes his head by the horns, he simply stares at him placidly. Well, not entirely, there's a little bit of agitation behind his eyes at least. He is feeling something here.]
We could have saved him, together, as was always intended. Yet, you chose to abandon everything because you lack faith and conviction. Never could you commit to aught but yourself—even that I am not so certain of.
[He lets out a breath through his nose, frowning. He chooses to ignore the question, and instead responds with:]
Enough. I did not bring you here so we could fight.
[Cid takes a deep breath. He wasn't even sure when he stopped using that soft tone with Barnabas. He gazes down at him to the words "Queen Bitch" across his neck and chuckles. It's fine, he didn't need Barnabas to answer that question, he already knew the answer.]
Yeah. You're right. And it seems like you're still ready to party with me.
[As his eyes take to Barnabas' sturdy erection. He had plans to be able to walk tomorrow. But he also wants that thing in him. His pants tighten slightly at the thought of it. Besides, might be tricky to deal with that thick tail anyway.]
[He silently pulls up his DTF menu with his pinky ring and slides something, and the bulge pressing against Barnabas' head is no more.]
It's my nameday, but I'm the one giving you a gift. [ he murmurs this, watching Barnabas' eyes for understanding.]
[That Cid would stop is a relief, minor as any relief is, though he isn't quite sure of the chuckle. Doesn't care enough to ask. He likewise casts a glance at his erection as Cid brings attention to it, feeling Cid's own rise in anticipation... then it's gone.
He looks to Cid in muted confusion, before his words and look makes it clear what's happened.
Not to mention the scent of him. It is intoxicating.
Barnabas, with his eyes fixed on Cid, pupils blown, swiftly rises as he grabs Cid to force him onto his back as his free clawed hand grabs at his pants to relieve him of them. His own intent clear as is, but his fully stiffened erection making it doubtless now.]
[Cid laughs like they're just play wrestling, as they sort of are, aren't they? Cid's pants go easily, they're just soft fleece and elastic, after all. Cid lifts his shirt slightly to reveal the trail of hair that meets his stiff, little cock as well as the soft cleave between his legs.]
[As an incubus now, he is especially hyper tuned to the rapture that Barnabas is experiencing. He reaches down to take a velvety ear between his forefinger and thumb. He tugs gently.]
[The sight of him gives him a momentary pause, if only to take it in and revel in it as if he's seeing something divine. For how his head swims with his arousal, he may as well as be, but it's the touch to his soft ear that snaps him out of it, along with that order.
He gives a wry huff, before he presses Cid's legs up with those large, powerful paws of his before sinking down to bury his face in the curls of Cid's crotch. His lips part as his warm and wet tongue press forward to taste him, and there's a hum of satisfaction as his tongue dives between his folds.
Pressing Cid's legs further apart, he travels with his mouth. Sucking on his labia and enlarged clit, blowing the latter as one might a cock, his tongue teasing over the sensitive bundle of nerves there. Though, once he's had is fill of it, pulling off it with a satisfying and wet pop, he does let that enlongated tongue of his trail its way to Cid's entrance, where it darts over the hole there. Lapping at it greedily till he eventually presses it inside of him.
All the while the smell and taste of Cid drivng him wild, his tail shuddering with arousal as he breathes in and drowns in his pheromones. His entire body and mind hot with the burning need to fuck Cid, those beastly insticts now in full swing, where as before he was able to maintain himself, now he's feeling like the beast he looks like.]
[He can appreciate this all more now that he's not just utterly pleasurably befuddled like last time. But that thing with the tongue is new.]
[He watches him, strives to keep his eyes open to watch all of it. His back arches as he puts his cock in his mouth and sucks the entirety with ease. He catches glimpse of that tongue before he feels it inside of him, and he throws his head back and cries out, legs and abdomen trembling.]
Oh, fuuuck me, Barney!
[He grabs one of Barnabas' horns and holds tight. ]
Look at you, my collared beast. You can barely contain yourself.
[The question is posed after he withdraws his tongue, licking his lips as he stares up at him with hungry eyes. He wants for little more than to fuck him, but there's something so tantalizingly sweet about forcing himself to wait. Face buried in the warmth of his sex, his arousal slicking his lips and chin.
He doesn't wait for an answer before he nudges Cid's small erection with the bridge of his nose as he lolls his tongue out to lap at him again. Slipping that wet and flexible muscle into his hole as he fucks him with it. His clawed hands holding fast to his thighs, though his grip growning steadily tighter and more dangerous, considering those claws of his.
He doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled is he with his task and drinking in his salty and sweet reward.]
At your leisure. [He manages, enjoying each erotic image more than the last.]
Though perhaps it would be fun to just watch you get me off with your mouth alone. But let's be realistic. You're collared, not chained. How much longer can you resist it?
[How much longer can he himself resist it? Cid hisses slightly at the clench of those claws.]
Careful, love. I can't just mend myself up like you can.
[ He tugs on Barnabas' horn to bring him up to face level to kiss him.]
[Honestly, he's delighting himself so much on Cid's cunt, that he doesn't hear him. Which is why it's a good thing he pulls him up by the horns, because that then makes him realize how his claws were starting to dig in. Of course he gets distracted a moment later by the kiss, but that's fine. Fervently does he kiss him back, his mouth coated from Cid's sex, he adjusts himself so that his erection nudges against Cid's own smaller arousal, rubbing the underside of his engorged cock against his slit.
He groans into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed as his tongue infiltrates Cid's mouth, demanding entry as he ruts against him with that heavy cock of his. The tip of it finally nudging against that well lubed hole as it begins to sink in—but then he presses firmly inside with a sudden unrestrained jerk of his hips as something feral takes over him. That restraint melting away as he starts to rock his hips against him as he works himself all the way in, stretching Cid's insides around his unyielding cock.]
[If nothing else, Barnabas truly did his homework in exciting and slicking Cid. Still, it's a very close fit. A stretch, really. He squirms and moans as Barnabas finally sinks in.]
And it drives Cid absolutely wild. He catches sight of it pressing against his abdomen and it makes him feel absolutely drunk on it all.]
[He tries to spread his legs further to accommodate, but they're already held open, aren't they? He's not against this by any means, it's just so intense.]
[He holds Barnabas' face in his hands, kissing him back passionately.]
Can't believe it's even bigger than usual, Barney.
[Not that it seems to matter whether or not he can, with how Barnabas continues apace. The distinct feeling of Cid's slick inner walls squeezing around him as he fills him is enough to drive him mad all on its own. However, glancing down to see the bulge in Cid's belly is really what does it for him.
With a shuddered breath, he claims Cid's mouth again, the kiss is passionate and sloppy, full of feral want and desire as he continues to fuck him. His body is heavy against Cid's, both in the strength of his thrusts and just his muscular density. His tail lifts as he continues, swaying with each full thrust that fills Cid to the brimc threatening to stretch him even further.
As this goes on, Barnabas' thrusts growing more desperate and wild as he feels his climax building, so too does something else. At the base of his cock, part of it begins to swell, a meaty knot which he presses against Cid's hole with each rock of his hips. A threat that it will eventually go in, though it isn't even fully engorged yet.
Barnabas is almost there, though. His ears flick back as his breaths grow heavy as he kisses and nips along Cid's jawline and throat—part of him wanting to bite into his neck to feel the rush of warm blood on his face. But he refrains, settling for a far less violent capturing of flesh between his sharp teeth.]
[He would answer, he really would. But that kiss silences him before he can mention anything. But Cid can feel it. He can fucking something big, bigger than what's inside him already knocking against him, stretching him just the littlest bit further with each powerful thrust that knocks against his insides and forces a whine into Barnabas' mouth each time he bottoms out. But he's not actually bottoming out here, is he? And he's already so intensely full. ]
[Its not unpleasant, but he has the distinct feeling, whether or not it's actually true, that if he weren't a sex demon of some sort right now that it may very well kill him. He cries out as Barnabas bites him, his arms going around his neck to dig his nails into his back as he arches his back, reflexively tightening around the already huge cock inside of him. He groans, his face flush, his brow dotted with sweat, his lips slightly kiss bruised as he catches his breath.]
Barney, hey- Hey, what is that? It feels like it's getting bigger...?
[He presses Barnabas' shoulder up slightly to take a peek at where they join. It doesn't take an expert in animal physiology to know a knot when he sees one.]
... Do you intend on using that thing? Are you really trying to breed me like a bitch?
[Which doesn't explain what it is, but Cid soon discovers anyway. That large knot pressing firm against him as Barnabas presses more firmly against him, the wetness churned out of him coating it, but only so much, as it begins to breach him. Barnabas' breath is hot and heavy on Cid's neck, though the spot wet from his biting feels cool by comparison.]
I am not trying to do aught, I simply will breed you as the bitch you are.
[With that said with a low purr to his voice, he presses all the way in, the knot swelling once more to tie them together as Barnabas' orgasm grips him. He growls and groans in ecstasy against the flesh of Cid's neck before biting him like an animal might, his hips jerking forward as he bucks his load into Cid's abused cunt, filling it even more than it was with that large dick of his crammed inside.
His release is hot and thick, and if not for the bulge his cock already makes in Cid's belly, the quantity of his ejaculate might have been a decent enough explanation for the swell of him. Barnabas' hips continue to thrust, swallow and frantic, though they slow eventually, and as they do his arms release his legs. Instead, they move to hold Cid, almost like cradling a loved one, if one were to be generous.
He releases Cid's neck, and instead begins to nearly nuzzle him, all affectionate and warm. Unlike he's been in... ages. Even that large tail curls around them, as if to shield them. From what? Who knows, it's mostly instinctual at this point.]
[Cid cannot do anything else but simply receive all of this. All this that Barnabas just Does to him. Cid cannot help but think that Barnabas has truly turned him into a pervert. His words, that fullness, the sensation of his hot seed spilling while being plugged up forces him to come. Cid makes such sweet sounds against Barnabas’ velvet ear as his cunt spasms over and over against his knot.]
Oh, Barney…
[He catches his breath, nearly drowning in the afterglow as Barnabas holds and nuzzles him. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? Though he could use a cigar. His hands go the Barnabas’ scalp, scratching and petting as if he’s merely an enormous dog.]
[For Barnabas to turn Cid into a pervert, that would require him to not already be one.
As he's left to bask in the afterglow with Cid, enjoying the scratching at his scalp and the warmth of their connected bodies entwined together, it is short lived. As that kiss lands on his forehead, still slicked from sweat, something blossoms within his mind.
A want. A desire. One that is unique and foreign, and is most certainly not born from him.
Cigars. He wants. A cigar. He has never wanted a cigar, but now he desires it with a craving that he's never before felt, and has no resistance against. His eyes snap open, and he scowls up at Cid as he pushes himself away (at least enough so he can look at him, they're not getting far with that knot holding them in place) to stare at him with utter baffled indignation.
And then he punches him, right in the cheek. Admittedly, not as hard as he could have, and maybe not as hard as he should.]
You would dare implant this detestable desire in me—
[Wait. His expression grows more baffled, his brow pinching together.]
[Oh fuck, that's right. He'd totally forgotten about that. He'd planned to have cigars on him, or at the very least not be tied by the crotch to his would-be turned actual assailant. There's nowhere to run, and his guard is too slow besides.]
Ah! Fuck you! [The best he can do is flail the offending fist away from his face.]
Nearly made me cut my cheek on my teeth, bastard.
[He rubs his jaw, prodding at the inside part with his tongue before speaking, forcing Barnabas to wait for his rudeness. He clicks his tongue as he looks back at Barnabas.]
Because, cigars don't taste like themselves unless they're coming from your lungs. I thought it might be nice. Romantic, at least. What do you care? You don't have any will anyway, right?
[Chocolate cake?]
Chocolate cake...? That one's all you. I only asked for the bit about the cigars.
[Okay. It was definitely a glitch, but gaslighting Barnabas right now seemed safer than admitting he left him with a glitch. Good to know, however, and something he'd have to take up with the Peacekeeper and the Overseer. If he plan was going to work, there couldn't be any cute little fuck-ups along the way. May as well add a layer of distraction to this bullshit.]
[Cid rubs his cheek and hisses.] Can't believe you're a wife beater, Barney. I could be pregnant for all you know. With your child.
Be grateful I left you with all your teeth remaining.
[A cut cheek is barely a problem when Barnabas could of caved his teeth in had he the inclination. Thanks to the collar, and Cid's meddling, he's apparently getting plenty of those. Though, at Cid's explanation, he eyes him warily, doubting greatly that the craving for cake is his own invention, but can he really prove either which way? Not while the fetters are on him.]
We are not married, Cidolfus.
[Yet he makes no comment on the idea of Cid being pregnant with his child. The twitch of his dick and the throb that comes at the mere jest of it should say enough. Or, perhaps, how Barnabas comes close again, his arms pulling Cid against him.
Though all he can think about is the cigars and chocolate cake.]
You are right that I have not a will, but planting desires in me is a corruption I shall not abide. However, as it stands, I cannot shake this feeling, this...want. Have you your cigars?
Just barely, it feels like. I wager it was luck and not purpose. [he sucks on the inside of his cheek, then sighs. He lets the matter of their state of marriage lay as he feels that huge length throb inside of him. He squeezes him without thinking. How embarrassing. He sighs into Barnabas' arms as his own wrap around him as well. The price to be held by this man was entirely too steep. ]
...No. Though I figure we want them about the same amount right now. Can't you just grab them out of the aether? Or through the void, however that all works? They should be in my night stand.
[He pets his hair and speaks soothingly.] Hey, hey. Relax. It's alright, you big beast.
It is not the same. It is not all right. That is not how my armory works.
[It's not the same because Cid is used to wanting things. Barnabas is not. He has no resistance to this desire which now cuts through his Akashic nature, and so he feels like he may very well go mad if he doesn't do something about it. The squeeze to his cock is almost distracting, but only momentarily.
Which is why Sleipnir—as a man—appears suddenly standing in the room, staring at the two of them with a bemused expression. Nothing is said between him and Barnabas, just an exchange of looks, before the DTF disappears. With any luck, he'll have sent off the order to the other Sleipnir who presides over Dion to steal Cidolfus' cigars.]
Still, we may yet have cause to rejoice, should Sleipnir prove himself able to pilfer your cigars from the bowels of your abode.
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[He asks with that neutral placidity that haunts his voice like a specter.]
You would have me believe for a moment that had I explained all of that, you would have simply accepted it? I told you I had a dream to unite the Dominants, to forge a new world, one where we would be treated as we deserved, where equality would reign as it should. I did not lie there, and it is consistent.
[Despite how this conversation is going, Barnabas does stay put. He doesn't know if it's simply his desire, or if his newly forming nature being what he is keeps him complacent.]
Had I told you of my Lord, would you have stayed? Would you have surrendered your will? Do not lie to me, Cidolfus, we both know you would never. Not for me, not for anyone.
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[Cid grabs his big fuzzy head and turns it so that he has to look into his eyes.]
Well, it’s your scheme you fucked up, was it not? Take some responsibility, or put it onto Ultima. You may as well. I saw that thing at the end, you know. And I knew when I saw it that that was the face of the thing that had been driving you insane.
[He scoffs, his chest tightens.]
This fucking kills me, alright? I can’t believe you didn’t even respect me enough to try to tell me. These are your judgements of your own truths that you projected onto me. I believe in and actively sought the truth, Barnabas. And if it was all the absolute and objective truth, as you believed, and the only path forward… Then what can I say? What could I do? Then- Then! If we want to pretend that’s all true? Then how dare you not entrust me with it! If I had the potential to fuck it all up in ignorance-
If we were truly just meant to be united, then you should have gone with me! You can be anywhere, and you chose to leave me to figure it out on my own.
[Cid shakes his head, grimacing.]
All I had to go off of for the path forward were my own theories and calculations. Would have been real nice to run them by God, of all things!
[He takes his hands off of him for a moment and goes fishing for a cigar, but he doesn’t have any in his pajamas. Motherfucker.]
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Would it have killed you to place your faith in me? You were the one who chose to cut your imagined losses and run. Had you simply followed my directions, had you trusted in me, then you would not have abandoned all we had created like a self-serving coward. We could have continued apace, forging paradise together.
Yet you dare to say I left you, because I chose to stay within my kingdom in lieu of a cave lined with rotting wood, filled with a community barely held together with feeble convictions and half-spun theories. And you claim it was I who was driven insane.
[He scoffs.]
Had you an ounce of loyalty in you as Benedikta had, then you would not have been put down like a traitorous hound. She, too, might have survived.
[As he says these things, however, he feels his chest tighten. Painfully so. Inconvenient...]
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[His tears have all dried up, but his face still scrunches like he might have a few left. Cid snarls.]
My half-spun theories could have been tested by a peer. But it’s a shame I had none, apparently. That cave of rotting wood had more love and faith in it than your entire castle. We kept one another and lifted one another. …How could I have faith when you gave me nothing to hold onto? Were you just acting in mimicry of Ultima? Does your God truly give you nothing to hold onto either?
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[After all, she would not have had to face Clive alone if Cidolfus was on her side.]
The Almighty gives me my orders, and I follow them. As you should have done. Was I not enough for you? You claim to have loved me, that you wished to make a family with me, yet you were more than willing to destroy that when it suited you.
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You think I enjoyed that? Just leaving you behind with nothing but questions to go live in the middle of the Blight? I did what I had to do, and I’m not ashamed of the lives I did save and the impact I made. And you know what? It fucking panned out, Barney. Clive would have been dead had I not intervened. What’s your God think about all that?
[Cid grabs Barnabas’ horns and jostles his head a bit in frustration.]
You had information I didn’t, unless Ultima’s a fucking moron! Clive was just languishing for thirteen years, you know! You could have had him any time you wanted if he was so important to reunite with.
[He shakes his head. He couldn’t let Barnabas tangle him up when he just presented him with new information. Tantalizingly new information.]
And what were your Almighty’s orders?
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We could have saved him, together, as was always intended. Yet, you chose to abandon everything because you lack faith and conviction. Never could you commit to aught but yourself—even that I am not so certain of.
[He lets out a breath through his nose, frowning. He chooses to ignore the question, and instead responds with:]
Enough. I did not bring you here so we could fight.
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Yeah. You're right. And it seems like you're still ready to party with me.
[As his eyes take to Barnabas' sturdy erection. He had plans to be able to walk tomorrow. But he also wants that thing in him. His pants tighten slightly at the thought of it. Besides, might be tricky to deal with that thick tail anyway.]
[He silently pulls up his DTF menu with his pinky ring and slides something, and the bulge pressing against Barnabas' head is no more.]
It's my nameday, but I'm the one giving you a gift. [ he murmurs this, watching Barnabas' eyes for understanding.]
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He looks to Cid in muted confusion, before his words and look makes it clear what's happened.
Not to mention the scent of him. It is intoxicating.
Barnabas, with his eyes fixed on Cid, pupils blown, swiftly rises as he grabs Cid to force him onto his back as his free clawed hand grabs at his pants to relieve him of them. His own intent clear as is, but his fully stiffened erection making it doubtless now.]
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[As an incubus now, he is especially hyper tuned to the rapture that Barnabas is experiencing. He reaches down to take a velvety ear between his forefinger and thumb. He tugs gently.]
Behave, you.
[Its a joke, really. He knows Barnabas won't. ]
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He gives a wry huff, before he presses Cid's legs up with those large, powerful paws of his before sinking down to bury his face in the curls of Cid's crotch. His lips part as his warm and wet tongue press forward to taste him, and there's a hum of satisfaction as his tongue dives between his folds.
Pressing Cid's legs further apart, he travels with his mouth. Sucking on his labia and enlarged clit, blowing the latter as one might a cock, his tongue teasing over the sensitive bundle of nerves there. Though, once he's had is fill of it, pulling off it with a satisfying and wet pop, he does let that enlongated tongue of his trail its way to Cid's entrance, where it darts over the hole there. Lapping at it greedily till he eventually presses it inside of him.
All the while the smell and taste of Cid drivng him wild, his tail shuddering with arousal as he breathes in and drowns in his pheromones. His entire body and mind hot with the burning need to fuck Cid, those beastly insticts now in full swing, where as before he was able to maintain himself, now he's feeling like the beast he looks like.]
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[He can appreciate this all more now that he's not just utterly pleasurably befuddled like last time. But that thing with the tongue is new.]
[He watches him, strives to keep his eyes open to watch all of it. His back arches as he puts his cock in his mouth and sucks the entirety with ease. He catches glimpse of that tongue before he feels it inside of him, and he throws his head back and cries out, legs and abdomen trembling.]
Oh, fuuuck me, Barney!
[He grabs one of Barnabas' horns and holds tight. ]
Look at you, my collared beast. You can barely contain yourself.
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[The question is posed after he withdraws his tongue, licking his lips as he stares up at him with hungry eyes. He wants for little more than to fuck him, but there's something so tantalizingly sweet about forcing himself to wait. Face buried in the warmth of his sex, his arousal slicking his lips and chin.
He doesn't wait for an answer before he nudges Cid's small erection with the bridge of his nose as he lolls his tongue out to lap at him again. Slipping that wet and flexible muscle into his hole as he fucks him with it. His clawed hands holding fast to his thighs, though his grip growning steadily tighter and more dangerous, considering those claws of his.
He doesn't seem to notice, so enthralled is he with his task and drinking in his salty and sweet reward.]
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Though perhaps it would be fun to just watch you get me off with your mouth alone. But let's be realistic. You're collared, not chained. How much longer can you resist it?
[How much longer can he himself resist it? Cid hisses slightly at the clench of those claws.]
Careful, love. I can't just mend myself up like you can.
[ He tugs on Barnabas' horn to bring him up to face level to kiss him.]
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He groans into the kiss, his eyes slipping closed as his tongue infiltrates Cid's mouth, demanding entry as he ruts against him with that heavy cock of his. The tip of it finally nudging against that well lubed hole as it begins to sink in—but then he presses firmly inside with a sudden unrestrained jerk of his hips as something feral takes over him. That restraint melting away as he starts to rock his hips against him as he works himself all the way in, stretching Cid's insides around his unyielding cock.]
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And it drives Cid absolutely wild. He catches sight of it pressing against his abdomen and it makes him feel absolutely drunk on it all.]
[He tries to spread his legs further to accommodate, but they're already held open, aren't they? He's not against this by any means, it's just so intense.]
[He holds Barnabas' face in his hands, kissing him back passionately.]
Can't believe it's even bigger than usual, Barney.
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[Not that it seems to matter whether or not he can, with how Barnabas continues apace. The distinct feeling of Cid's slick inner walls squeezing around him as he fills him is enough to drive him mad all on its own. However, glancing down to see the bulge in Cid's belly is really what does it for him.
With a shuddered breath, he claims Cid's mouth again, the kiss is passionate and sloppy, full of feral want and desire as he continues to fuck him. His body is heavy against Cid's, both in the strength of his thrusts and just his muscular density. His tail lifts as he continues, swaying with each full thrust that fills Cid to the brimc threatening to stretch him even further.
As this goes on, Barnabas' thrusts growing more desperate and wild as he feels his climax building, so too does something else. At the base of his cock, part of it begins to swell, a meaty knot which he presses against Cid's hole with each rock of his hips. A threat that it will eventually go in, though it isn't even fully engorged yet.
Barnabas is almost there, though. His ears flick back as his breaths grow heavy as he kisses and nips along Cid's jawline and throat—part of him wanting to bite into his neck to feel the rush of warm blood on his face. But he refrains, settling for a far less violent capturing of flesh between his sharp teeth.]
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[Its not unpleasant, but he has the distinct feeling, whether or not it's actually true, that if he weren't a sex demon of some sort right now that it may very well kill him. He cries out as Barnabas bites him, his arms going around his neck to dig his nails into his back as he arches his back, reflexively tightening around the already huge cock inside of him. He groans, his face flush, his brow dotted with sweat, his lips slightly kiss bruised as he catches his breath.]
Barney, hey- Hey, what is that? It feels like it's getting bigger...?
[He presses Barnabas' shoulder up slightly to take a peek at where they join. It doesn't take an expert in animal physiology to know a knot when he sees one.]
... Do you intend on using that thing? Are you really trying to breed me like a bitch?
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[Which doesn't explain what it is, but Cid soon discovers anyway. That large knot pressing firm against him as Barnabas presses more firmly against him, the wetness churned out of him coating it, but only so much, as it begins to breach him. Barnabas' breath is hot and heavy on Cid's neck, though the spot wet from his biting feels cool by comparison.]
I am not trying to do aught, I simply will breed you as the bitch you are.
[With that said with a low purr to his voice, he presses all the way in, the knot swelling once more to tie them together as Barnabas' orgasm grips him. He growls and groans in ecstasy against the flesh of Cid's neck before biting him like an animal might, his hips jerking forward as he bucks his load into Cid's abused cunt, filling it even more than it was with that large dick of his crammed inside.
His release is hot and thick, and if not for the bulge his cock already makes in Cid's belly, the quantity of his ejaculate might have been a decent enough explanation for the swell of him. Barnabas' hips continue to thrust, swallow and frantic, though they slow eventually, and as they do his arms release his legs. Instead, they move to hold Cid, almost like cradling a loved one, if one were to be generous.
He releases Cid's neck, and instead begins to nearly nuzzle him, all affectionate and warm. Unlike he's been in... ages. Even that large tail curls around them, as if to shield them. From what? Who knows, it's mostly instinctual at this point.]
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Oh, Barney…
[He catches his breath, nearly drowning in the afterglow as Barnabas holds and nuzzles him. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? Though he could use a cigar. His hands go the Barnabas’ scalp, scratching and petting as if he’s merely an enormous dog.]
Good boy. [He places a kiss on his forehead.]
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As he's left to bask in the afterglow with Cid, enjoying the scratching at his scalp and the warmth of their connected bodies entwined together, it is short lived. As that kiss lands on his forehead, still slicked from sweat, something blossoms within his mind.
A want. A desire. One that is unique and foreign, and is most certainly not born from him.
Cigars. He wants. A cigar. He has never wanted a cigar, but now he desires it with a craving that he's never before felt, and has no resistance against. His eyes snap open, and he scowls up at Cid as he pushes himself away (at least enough so he can look at him, they're not getting far with that knot holding them in place) to stare at him with utter baffled indignation.
And then he punches him, right in the cheek. Admittedly, not as hard as he could have, and maybe not as hard as he should.]
You would dare implant this detestable desire in me—
[Wait. His expression grows more baffled, his brow pinching together.]
...Chocolate cake. Why?
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Ah! Fuck you! [The best he can do is flail the offending fist away from his face.]
Nearly made me cut my cheek on my teeth, bastard.
[He rubs his jaw, prodding at the inside part with his tongue before speaking, forcing Barnabas to wait for his rudeness. He clicks his tongue as he looks back at Barnabas.]
Because, cigars don't taste like themselves unless they're coming from your lungs. I thought it might be nice. Romantic, at least. What do you care? You don't have any will anyway, right?
[Chocolate cake?]
Chocolate cake...? That one's all you. I only asked for the bit about the cigars.
[Okay. It was definitely a glitch, but gaslighting Barnabas right now seemed safer than admitting he left him with a glitch. Good to know, however, and something he'd have to take up with the Peacekeeper and the Overseer. If he plan was going to work, there couldn't be any cute little fuck-ups along the way. May as well add a layer of distraction to this bullshit.]
[Cid rubs his cheek and hisses.] Can't believe you're a wife beater, Barney. I could be pregnant for all you know. With your child.
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[A cut cheek is barely a problem when Barnabas could of caved his teeth in had he the inclination. Thanks to the collar, and Cid's meddling, he's apparently getting plenty of those. Though, at Cid's explanation, he eyes him warily, doubting greatly that the craving for cake is his own invention, but can he really prove either which way? Not while the fetters are on him.]
We are not married, Cidolfus.
[Yet he makes no comment on the idea of Cid being pregnant with his child. The twitch of his dick and the throb that comes at the mere jest of it should say enough. Or, perhaps, how Barnabas comes close again, his arms pulling Cid against him.
Though all he can think about is the cigars and chocolate cake.]
You are right that I have not a will, but planting desires in me is a corruption I shall not abide. However, as it stands, I cannot shake this feeling, this...want. Have you your cigars?
[His grip is getting a little tight.]
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...No. Though I figure we want them about the same amount right now. Can't you just grab them out of the aether? Or through the void, however that all works? They should be in my night stand.
[He pets his hair and speaks soothingly.] Hey, hey. Relax. It's alright, you big beast.
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[It's not the same because Cid is used to wanting things. Barnabas is not. He has no resistance to this desire which now cuts through his Akashic nature, and so he feels like he may very well go mad if he doesn't do something about it. The squeeze to his cock is almost distracting, but only momentarily.
Which is why Sleipnir—as a man—appears suddenly standing in the room, staring at the two of them with a bemused expression. Nothing is said between him and Barnabas, just an exchange of looks, before the DTF disappears. With any luck, he'll have sent off the order to the other Sleipnir who presides over Dion to steal Cidolfus' cigars.]
Still, we may yet have cause to rejoice, should Sleipnir prove himself able to pilfer your cigars from the bowels of your abode.
[His grip does not loosen.]
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