WHEN: 1944 FEB 27; evening
WHERE: Dr. Roesler's airship
WHO: Drystan Windgrace, Niles Roesler, and Risley Fiske
(( NSFW warning! Lewds, non-human bits, later gore. ))
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[20:49] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) had sent word to the Windgrace estate via one of his less often used messengers. Quiet and mumbling, the lad only mentioned that he wished to speak with the eldest sibling at Drystan's leisure to catch up in the wake of the many goings-on. Once Drystan was aboard it was the usual matter of greeting him and offering him a drink but rather than direct him to the receiving room and down to his office, it was to his quarters Niles directed the other man. "Much more fitting a place for this discussion I think," Niles had said.
There, in the privacy of his room he offered Drystan a seat on the couch. More practiced telekinesis drifted a glass with his drink of choice over to him to hover in the air above the coffee table until either Drystan took it or the coaster Niles fetched settled itself below it. The vampire had been practicing his psychic abilities, it seemed... though such a thing could have been missed when studying the other adornments in the room.
The doctor's quarters were lavishly decorated for an airship chamber. A pristine bath stood in the corner separated from the rest of the room, a grand piano occupying much of the middle space. The bed was luxurious and richly-dressed, what looked like a cage at its feet. Beyond it, against the windows, appeared to be a little artist's nook with paintings and scribblings of various kinds, some of them of landscapes and views of the island from the sky while others involved what must have been the shard and the tube - if distorted by the painter's views with wild strokes of color.
Behind the sitting area a familiar serpentine pirate hung from a pendulum, his wrists and ankles bound and his knees bent like frog's legs, the weight of a swinging pointed bulb drawing designs in the sandy base as the movements of his body teetered it this way and that. His mouth was kept open by a large gag that very obviously stretched into his throat, the red shorts hugging his frame drawn very tightly across the front of his pelvis.
[21:02] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) stretched out long fingers to grasp the glass, and nod in Niles' direction for the effort. Before he had a seat with his back to suspended Risley, he had sat a wine bottle down on the coffee table, the label was yellowed and the print hardly legible. "Many thanks Niles. You have quite the setup here, I must say I'm envious of the space you have, but as always you have impeccable taste in decor." He waved the glass around to sort of motion at the entirety of the room, before taking a sip of the wine he'd been offered. His lips moved into a smile and he savored the drink before lowering the glass and gazing over at Risley, speaking now to Niles alone - for the first time he is able to easily speak mind to mind, but he had yet to develop anything as a warning that it was coming, only that is mental voice started as a whisper before it became to full volume, no knocks, no asking. <He's quite flexible, the pirate, though i should have suspected. Delightfull pose though.> He waved at the bottle. "Replicated from one of the cellars in my memory, of being quite good, I added a bit of my own flavoring and such to it, blood that will stay fresh, a little bit of pixie dust, and a dash of other mischief." He gave Niles a warm smile as he settled in.
[21:13] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) hovered near the sitting area. He tipped his head in a little nod of gratitude when Drystan commended his quarters, his lips tugging up into a smile. "I like to keep my spaces presentable and worthy of the company I enjoy keeping," he answered with a gesture of his hand at Drystan himself. He quieted but did not seem bothered when Drystan spoke into his mind. He seemed to be growing accustomed to the manner of communication; it came to him like riding a bike, something he attributed to the shard and his manner of connecting all things if asked. < Incredibly. I'll think you'll find him flexible in all manner of ways. He's a very resourceful boy to have around, > Niles answered in kind, his smile widening as a dart of tongue wet his lips.
As Drystan spoke of the wine he clapped his hands together and approached the table to peer down at the bottle and study its contents, sniffing to discern what he could of the bouquet. "I do sometimes wish I could drink properly instead of having to imbibe my liquor secondhand... although that's not entirely accurate I suppose. I can drink but the taste is awfully diminished when it isn't by and large blood." He settled in on the seat across from Drystan, one arm slinging itself over the back of the couch as he lounged, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other. There was a moment where he simply studied the other man, openly appraising him with a rake of his eyes. "How are you, after all that business with the ritual? I hope it's not been terribly mentally draining... I would hate to have my offers tonight be ill-timed."
[21:22] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) nodded at him and tipped his head side to side, "I figured that the wine itself would be an aftertaste, I'm hoping that my blood has a strong enough flavor to make it at least palatable is some way, ...and if not, there's always more where it came from." He gave a little waggle of his brows at him as he sat, and took another sip from the glass. "Oh, I have been resting up, really only in the last day or so have I been out of my little chambers, haunting around the house as it were. Dinah has the worst of it, but she's in good hands with Dorian at her side." He nodded a little and took a deep breath and let it out smoothly. "I'm glad it is done, and over with. The whole mess of it." He rolled his eyes and gave Niles a crooked smile. "If i hadn't been up to seeing you, I would have sent word back with that little messenger, but I think I'm quite well enough, ...and offers? Intriguing."
[21:29] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) made a little flicking gesture with his fingers. Instead of a glass appearing the ropes holding Risley aloft undid themselves, dropping the former-sailor to the floor. He gagged a bit on the toy in his mouth from the impact but quickly picked himself up, disentangling from the ropes and setting the heavy weighted bulb in the sand. "Grab me another glass, would you?" Niles asked with a devilish little smile. The naga went pink in the cheeks, staring from Niles to Drystan to the door. There were no clothes in sight for the poor boy so off he went, dressed as he was and twitching in the pants and gagged, to scamper across the deck and to the cabinet in the receiving room.
With Risley out of sight Niles redirected his attention to Drystan. "Good. I'm glad you're rested and recovered. I've a bone to pick with you on letting your sister pledge her soul but... another time, perhaps." Rising from his seat Niles sauntered over to the couch and sat himself next to Drystan, a movement of his fingers swiping wetness from his last sip off of his lower lip so he could taste it. He gave off a contemplative hum. "It occurred to me that a certain holiday had passed while we were all attempting to save the island. And I find myself in the habit since my return of making up for lost time wherever I am able."
[21:42] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) bit his lower lip between his sharp teeth and still smiled through it as Risley went pink and scampered off to fetch a glass. "Poor thing." He huffed a laugh and then brought this attention to Niles as he made his way to the couch next to him. As he sat, he responded, "I do not let Dinah do or not do anything. I could have pleaded, but when that woman has her sights set, it's best to just get out of the way and deal with the fallout." He stopped talking as Niles' fingers glanced against his skin, licking his lip afterwards. Drystan tipped his head and furrowed his brows for a moment, looking up to pull whatever answer out of the air finally, "Oh, ...Valentine's?" He paused a second before chuffing another laugh. "I admittedly only really celebrate that with my siblings usually,.." He turned in his seat just a bit to more properly face Roes. "I haven't had reason or purpose to do much else for a long time. How do you celebrate? Other than having a delicious young man literally hanging about?"
[21:54] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) nodded again, a hand offering itself upwards to acquiesce to Drystan's point. "She is a very willful woman, you're right," he agreed with a soft chuckle. "Deal with it we shall. The gods are chaotic and unopredictable but they have ways about them. I'm sure we can navigate them well enough, putting our heads together." His smile widened when Drystan named the day and he leaned back, lacing fingers across his knee. "Valentine's. Cupid's little day of romance - at least, if the various little trinkets and cards the stores typically put out are to be believed. I've celebrated a few different ways over the years but that tends to depend on whose company I'm sharing."
He paused a moment at the footsteps outside, his head tilted toward the door. Risley creaked it open a second later and hurried in, red-faced and antsy, his lips and chin wet from having that gag in. Making his way over he offered Niles the glass, eyes directed anywhere but the two gentlemen on the couch.
"Thank you, Risley," chirped the doctor, one hand finding its way to the small of the pirate's back to keep him from retreating as the other gestured to prompt Drystan's wine bottle to pour a drink. "I'm glad you find him delicious, Drystan. Mr. Fiske here made me aware of the position you offered him, ship and crew and all... and in honor of the holiday I thought perhaps I'd make it more delectable." Niles' fingers slid down and over the curve of Risley's ass before giving it a sharp swat.
While he could make little noise around the gag he did jump a bit, shooting the doctor some narrow side-eye before moving to kneel in front of Drystan with his eyes down. "He has a few talents, this one... some of them much more diverting to discover and experience rather than be told."
[22:15] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd): "Ah yes, The Christmas proposal. I had hoped that his time could be divided between his duties to you, I need all the good captains I can get right now, We've been hauling in boats from offshore, and sending others posthaste to ports all over the globe." He eyeballed Risley as he was maneuvered and came to kneel in front of him. He lifted his brows at the sea snake, and then tuned his eyes to Niles. "That so? Hmm.." He turned his eyes back to Risley, and just smiled at him, before he took another long drink from the glass, draining what was left, reaching past him to set the empty on the table just beside him. He watched him as he moved closer to him to see how he'd react, and then sat back into the plush of the couch, and let himself watch as the other glass was filled. "Well I very much appreciate your efforts Niles, this is quite a treat. Hm." He lifted his arm, pulling his jacket up some towards his elbow, and let it come to dangle across the back of the couch just behind Niles. Soft tips of bejeweled claws ran up the back of his neck and into his hair, tickling at his scalp. "And he's willing? or is this a mesmerizing?" It came easily to Drystan to treat Risley like an object, rather than a living being, most people were just passing objects really - some had good use, and others had very little. Not that he didn't like Risley, he was just, less than compared to himself and Niles in his mind.
[22:22] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) shook his head. "Well with the fog cleared I thought perhaps he could use a break from ship life. He does miss being closer to sea level, I think... and I daresay I won't need his particular eye for the changes in weather for a little while." He took a sip from his glass, tilting his head backward as Drystan scratched at his scalp and ellicited a little hum of pleasure from the doctor's throat.
Risley did not flinch as Drystan moved in; instead he looked up and met his eyes, keeping a steady stare as if trying to make some bid for his own willfulness. Once Drystan relaxed back and inquired after the nature of the doctor's 'gift' the sea-serpent flicked his eyes from one man to the other and went a good deal redder in the face when Niles answered. "Oh very willing," said the doctor, almost at a purr. "As your sister will attest to, Mr. Fiske is something of a flirt... but it's bravado more than anything. Dirty little submissive... being used seems to get his cocks harder than anything else."
Leaning back into the touch of Drystan's claws Niles goaded them into breaking skin, letting his blood slip out and along the man's arm to slither its way like snakes toward his torso. They teased at skin, brushing at pierced nipples, dipping down over Drystan's abdomen to sneak into his pants and stroke at his crotch.
[22:42] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) fanned his fingers out and wove them through the soft curls at the back of Niles head as he spoke, his little sound of enjoyment hardening him more than he already was. He could feel the heat of Risleys blood under his cheeks, as it raced around his body. "I have heard of his...exploits, as you know Dinah and I are quite close." He met eyes with Risley, and reached out with his mind to brush an invisible hand through his hair and around his ear and then hold up his chin, turning his face this way and that, like he was giving him a good looking over. the telekinetic pressure would move down around his body, pinching and pulling at his muscles, and then grabbing at everything he had in his little red trunks and giving him a good squeeze. "Oh how fun, two? My.. Risley, you should have made yourself known to me sooner." He spoke to him for the first time, before letting his eyes and telekinetic force to shift to Niles. He pushed his claws into Niles' skin and felt the blood curl up his arm and around his body. His breath got caught in his throat as it made its way into his pants, and when he finally exhaled it was with a cracked moan attached to it. He pushed his mind to imitate hands, stroking at his chest, up and down his thighs, up and over his crotch, swimming about him. At nearly the same time, he flicked two fingers of his other hand and a force would pull Risley by the back of his head into Drystan's lap, where he could now easily place his hand on the back of his head and press himself against the poor gagged boys face. He leaned his head back, and rolled his eyes into the back of his head.
[22:55] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently): Risley held that stare, unblinking and daring almost, as if wordlessly daring Drystan to test Niles' assertions. When he felt the invisible hands his eyes widened, those touches pulling stifled groans from his occupied throat. His hips wriggled, the growing bulges in his shorts throbbing until the dual heads poked themselves free of his waistband. There were indeed hemipenes hidden by this shorts already stiffening beneath the attention.
Niles hummed at the touches to his own body, opening up to them as he spread his knees and leaned back against the couch. "Careful," he murmured to Drystan as the coils of his blood wrapped around and began stroking his still-clothed cock. "He's venomous." The words were accompanied by a brush of reassurance that those words weren't a threat. "I understand your family is quite fond of mind-altering substances... you can count Risley's venom, his cum, his blood among them."
[22:44] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) kept his hand firmly on the back of Risley's head as he pushed his face into his clothed crotch, but thanks to Niles' blood wrapped around him, he found himself lifting his hips as well, mashing the toy that gagged him deeper now and then. He laughed a low husky sound and opened his eyes and rolled his head to the side to look at Niles. "Oh...is he now? Is it very strong? I'm sure he could be milked for use...He'd probably like that, me and my siblings using him like a little cow?" Drystan licked his lips and nudged Niles on his neck, to move his head closer to him, and if he did he'd move to kiss him, hot wet open mouthed affair, groaning into his mouth, suckling on his bottom lip before letting it pop back into place, and starting the process again, only this time he bit the inside of his cheek, the coppery taste sliding into his saliva and across his tongue as it slid across the vampire's lips.
[22:50] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) leaned into that kiss readily, goaded by the noises Drystan made and the heady temptation of his blood. The vampire's kiss was ravenous as his hand rose to tug and work at the shirt Drystan wore, either undoing the buttons or tearing it completely if it offered too much difficulty. Rather than interrupt their lips Niles responded in his mind, his amusement as clear as the desire laced in his mind. < Milk him. Use him... as much as you'd like without compromising his duties on your ship, > he responded, surprisingly coherent when it came to his mental communications.
Risley for his part seemed to be struggling as Drystan ground him against his crotch. He didn't seem to be choking too badly; on the contrary the restriction on his airflow the toy presented was more of an issue, as was the strain of his cocks growing to painful stiffness between his legs. He groaned around the toy and nudged his face back and forth as if in an attempt to rub against Drystan's dick, attempting to please him. Niles noticed the efforts and the tendril of his blood unwrapped briefly to begin undoing Drystan's pants, spreading to try tugging them down to bare his cock to the pirate entirely.
[23:11] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) let go of the back of Risley's head, only to swiftly move his arms out of his jacket that went discarded behind him, and the shirt was heading that way in short measure thanks to Niles' half tearing it from him. Once free he set his hands both upon the doctor, pulling at him and tugging at his buttons, though his claws mainly took care of that. He smoothed his hand down and around the cock and balls hiding under his pants, and squeezed, his breath hiccuping into his mouth as he responded, <Of course not, I actually need him to wok, not just be a plaything. I have..> the silence in the middle of a telepathic sentence might be more uncomfortable than actual silence, or so Drystan felt, but his mind flashed to Kiernan and his trunk, and those images, from his own point of view would play through Niles' mind as well. His psychic abilities were growing, but he didn't know how it all worked quite yet. But this was what he chose to break that unspoken silence. What he wasn't aware of was that he was also broadcasting those images to the pirate between his legs. Niles had managed to undo his trousers and Drystan pulled his hand back to himself quickly to pull them down from around his ass to his thighs before he was reaching for the strap on the toy gagged in Risley's mouth. He thought of the last time he'd cut Kiernan down to size, splayed out on the attic floor, his skin and muscle and bone torn and cut away by unseen hands, the redheads face a look of nothing but bliss, drool slipping out of the side of his mouth where he had a gag so similar to Risley's. Further down, the legs had already been shorn down, and a bloody hard dick bounced while Drystan fucked his ass. Drystan paused for a moment and the visions left, <I have my playthings, and can always find others...>
[23:25] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) made no apology for the torn clothing. He expected and was please when Drystan reciprocated and moved his torso in whatever way would facilitate stripping down. The doctor's pants found themselves undone and shifting, prompted by Niles' desire to ease Drystan's own efforts to get at his dick. The squeeze pulled a groan from the doctor's throat and he rocked his hips into the grip, retaliating with a squeeze of blood tendril around Drystan's balls. A sliver of that blood snuck backward to probe between Drystan's cheeks, teasing at his hole even as the images came flooding into the minds of both other men in the room. There was a slight pause and a radiating curiosity then a growing appreciation at the imagery and the lengths taken to maintain the "toy," all from the doctor. His cock throbbed in Drystan's grip, obviously aroused by what was shared. Niles himself didn't share details in turn though the sentiment was easy to read in his mind that he hadn't shirked from similar 'preparations' in the past.
Risley squirmed. His hands which had started reaching for Drystan's thighs paused, shaking a little as he processed the sudden barrage of imagery. They went immediately to his pants, squeezing and palming at the twin dicks not anymore hidden by his shorts. He gasped for breath when the strap was undone and gag removed, the lack of fangs in his open mouth showing he could retract them if needed. < He won't innoculate you without being told, > Niles explained but the pirate certainly took the liberty of blowing him without permission. Leaning forward he opened up to suck the head and first few inches of Drystan's cock past his lips, the flicker of a forced tongue licking at the underside of his cock.
[23:41] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) pulled his claws back and sent the pointed jewelry for them scattering onto the floor and the couch. He eagerly wrapped his hand around the length of Niles and ran his hand up and down it, then down and under his balls, to cup and squeeze at them. The doctors exploration yielded more elicit sounds to pour out of his mouth while it was tangled up with Niles'. It was in the middle of this that Risley was able to finally be free of the gag, and replaced it with his cock, and he tensed momentarily before he sighed and felt a ripple crawl up his back that made him that more languid in Roesler's arms. He kissed him wantonly, and glanced over to watch Risley take him in, his mouth hung agape as he did, before he moved his mouth to kiss and lick at Roes cheek, then jawline, then neck, pleasured moans pressed against his skin.
[23:51] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) healed quickly of any scratches or cuts those claws had left in his skin during their heated exchanges but the effort of regeneration always left him hungry. Without the task of stripping Drystan at hand Niles slid a grip into the brunette's hair, gripping tightly enough to tilt his head sideways as he went to trail those kisses down his neck. He sank his teeth in without hesitation, puncturing flesh and artery alike to let that rich red blood spurt into his mouth until Drystan inevitably healed. He made no noise as he drank but the rock of his hips and twitch of his cock at Drystan's stroking gave away how much he was enjoying himself. As he fed the tendril probing at Drystan's ass slid itself inside before thickening with the intent to spread him a little wider. It paused there for a moment before beginning to slip back and forth, in and out, its tip brushing against his inner walls until his body's reactions told the doctor he'd found his prostate.
At their feet, Risley took Drystan to the base. His throat opened easily only to squeeze down around his cock with practiced muscular movements, sucking him off with wanton hunger. Both of Risley's hands were occupied in stroking his own dicks, the moans that stimulation coaxed from lending tremors to the tight tunnel Drystan's dick now occupied. He'd been kept quite on edge, it seemed. The need to come built quickly in the pirate's mind, not projected but so strongly burning at his mind that anyone with even rudimentary psychic ability could pick up on it.
[00:05] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) almost whined when Niles bit into him, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock as he drank, his head held back as it was. He didn't struggle out of it, in fact he tried to make himself more easily available to the doctor and whatever he wanted to do with him. His mind went to the wound on his neck, and he used the trick he'd learned to force the wound to stay open, though eventually he would give up that battle and let thing stitch and sew itself back into place. He could handle the loss of blood easily at this point. He pumped his hips as he was slowly being widened, his ass rocking into the movements of the blood. Pressingly though, the emotional waves being shed by Risley took his focus and he looked down at him as Niles fed. "Get up..., bring those cocks to my lips. Give me a taste of this venom.." His voice was deep and throaty, but had enough command in it to put the urgency of it in the sea snakes mind.
[00:15] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) shuddered at the feeling of stimulation at the tip of his dick, pre already wetting Drystan's thumb from the teasing and the initial strokes. He drank eagerly until the wound began healing and a lick of his tongue tasted the sealing flesh. "Don't overdo it now..." he cautioned when he heard Drystan's instruction to the pirate. Despite the warning the tendril in his ass didn't relent. It kept its pace but drove more insistently against his prostate, rubbing against it on each pass to and fro so Niles could drink up every reactionary noise and movement.
Risley for his part didn't seem to care much about caution. He relinquished the eldest Windgrace's dick with a wet pop! and hurried to his feet, clumsy movements pulling the tight red shorts down and kicking them aside. The dual cocks bobbed from the movement, pinkish-violet and fleshy and bulged around the middle, already slick with fluid. Risley stepped forward to put urgent hands on Drystan's head. He neither pulled nor really gripped his hair, mostly seeming to be steadying himself as he brought himself up to Drystan's lips.
[00:37] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) lifted himself forward when his neck was sealed, and sort of nodded at Niles, his eyes on the bobbing pair of cocks in front of him. He had pulled one hand to his own cock now that it was out of Risley's mouth, running his fingers along the underside, bumping over every bar before pulling back down again...his other hand still on Niles' cock, slipping easier up and down to the base and back due to the slick pre. He paused his movements though when he opened his mouth and he pulled one of the peens into his mouth, sucking it in through his lips, and sucking it down and swallowing all at once. This tugged the one cock deeper into his throat before he pulled his head back and let it pop from his mouth and he open mouth fished for the other, doing the same to it in turn. FInally he took his hand off his own cock and grabbed both of the peens in his fist, pushing them together, and he opened his mouth to pull both heads past his fangs and started jerking the pair of them into his mouth. His other hand started in again on Niles, while he ground his hips back against the blood plug teasing him harder and making him breathy, even as he huffed his breath through his nostrils, awaiting the cum from Risley.
[00:47] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) was unable to see Drystan in full detail so his mind searched, reaching to share those sensations his fingers felt as they ran over the piercings along his shaft. He let his head hang back, shutting his eyes and groaning. There was a stiffness near the base of his cock, something that might give away to a fellow bloodworker that he was taking measures to keep himself from coming before all fun was had. He kept his focus there and on the tendril fucking Drystan, the movements there speeding while another ringed itself around his cock again. Warm and pulsing it stroked Drystan's shaft, coiling and squeezing around his head in a steady rhythm in time with the thrusts of its fellow.
Risley was unprepared. He gasped, hips bucking forward to drive his dick further into Drystan's throat. He let out a breathy "Ffffuuuck" when the second cock was swallowed down, the first dribbling pre onto Drystan's cheek. "Please - " he begged and grippd Drystan's hair tightly, rocking into the pressure of his grip. It didn't take long. Seconds after he began Drystan felt the spurt of slick viscous cum over his tongue, warm and tingling and slightly sweet.
[01:04] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) groaned with his mouth full, pumping his fist slowly up and down the two peens. He let it fill the space in his mouth before it trickled down the back of his throat, pulling his fist to his lips and wringing both cocks from side to side as he sucked them like straws, finally releasing with a lewd wet pop. Drystan let go of him and fell back against the couch next to Niles, fumbling his cock in his hand, swallowing again at the cum in his mouth. He reached up and pushed the back ofhis hand against his cheek, to gather what had made its way there, before licking it clean. He let a grin crawl across his face and he lifted his chin to Risley, "You'll enjoy your time working with me." It did not take long for the effects to tingle at the edges of his peripheral being, the feel of the air on his naked skin, the musty smell of sex and pleasure. He got gooseflesh that send him down with shivers that were as much as result of Risley's cum as it was Niles' bloodwork on his ass and his cock. He writhed next to him, jerking them both off as he was filled more fully himself. "Fuck Niles..." His hand lifted from his own cock and he turned himself in towards the doctor, his free hand clawing and pulling open his skin, the ripped flesh dripping with dark red blood down his neck and chest.
[01:23] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently): Risley fell back onto the floor, dizzy from the strength of that orgasm. He looked up, redfaced and breathless to watch Drystan swallow his loads with fervor, the hunger on the taller man's face making even his spent cocks throb. He swallowed hard and nodded when spoken to. "Y-Yeah... think I will," he breathed. Risley seemed grateful for the moment to catch his breath and took advantage of it to watch the two go at it on the couch.
Niles was not deterred by the sudden violence. Flesh ripped, blood spattered and he pushed that blood to wrap around Drystan like silken ropes. "Keep going," hissed the doctor and the blood grew barbs, digging and grazing against oversensitized flesh. Hands grabbed at Drystan's waist, attempting to guide him on top of Niles so the doctor could replace the blood construct with something more substantial.
[01:36] Drystan Windgrace (jacksonn.shepherd) grinned hazily, as he felt his blood be used to constrict him, which changed into and audible pained moan as the barbs sank into him. He turned more and lifted one long leg over him to perch above his lap, his hands grabbing hold of Niles' shoulders. Drystan's head lowered and his forehead dug into the crook of Niles' neck so that his heavy breaths were filling the small space between them. A deep groan and he panted out to him, "Yes..I need you inside me..." His mind opened and he let the rush of empathetic waves fall from him, his mind groped at Roesler's body, at his cock, licked and sucked at his skin.
[01:56] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) licked the side of Drystan's neck when he heard that admonition. "Then how could I refuse?" he murmured against his ear. Holding tightly to his hips Niles pulled him down, blood and pre slicking his dick enough to ease his entry. He drove in at a slow and steady pace until Drystan's hips met his own. The barbs that wrapped around Drystan's body drove into his own flesh with the contact, pulling another hiss and a groan of pleasure from the doctor. His movements began slowly before quickly becoming more rabid, rougher thrusts trying to take every ounce of pleasure he could from the body above him.
(( To Be Continued as able... ))