An eerie stillness had settled across the plains, carrying with it a thick fog. The perfect cover for such a setting, the elezen was almost discouraged that he hadn't planned it. It was unfolding nicely, and it was only a matter of time until the show would begin. The pawn had moved into place, shaking the earth with each booming step. Girimekhala had emerged from the gloom, grazing on a clear pasture surrounded by fellow beasts of kin. Unwary of the threat that waited nearby, the mammoth periodically raised its trunk but continued foraging. It sat, none the wiser of its impending doom nor the events to follow after.
Aurelien had sat, waiting patiently in bated breath. He'd spent much of his time sharpening his sword, and keeping a clear head. The hunt had always driven a slightly uncontrollable bloodlust in him, something he had to remain in check. Moments faded into the past, each one ticking at his nerves. Had she been warned, or perhaps waiting for him to make the first move, he did not know. Trepidation stabbed at his nerves, the seconds evolving into hours. The morning fog would dissipate soon, and that was the best cover he had. Each musing that surfaced through his mind more grim than the last, until suddenly he spotted what looked to be movement. A lithe figure sprinted from boulder to boulder, finally taking refuge behind a repressed piece of the past that had seemingly been clawing its way out of the dirt for the past century. His heart skipped a beat, and he ducked to avoid announcing his presence. It wasn't time yet. Peering out once more, he couldn't deny it any longer. It was her.
The lynx stood atop her perch, daggers poised and ever vigilant of her surroundings. She was going to make this difficult, the level of which he wasn't sure but he had to be ready. The air had grown still, enough so that he could hear the whip of her tail as it jolted back and forth. She sensed something was amiss, as her body language made painfully clear. He retreated back into his shadow, unsheathing his sword carefully and whispering a subtle prayer to the Fury. Surveying his frame once more, an alert immediately went off when she had seemingly disappeared into thin air. Out of reflex he whipped around in an aboutface to catch her from behind, but nothing was there. Fog had surrounded him in every direction as he placed his back to the damp, cooling stone. Every direction, but up..
Her blade came down like a lightning strike, a clear route to his skull snatched away as Aurelien dashed to the side at the last second. The blade plunged into the earth while the other made a wide slash towards him. A swift flip backwards let her regain her weapon as she readied for another attack, tail and ears flicking wildly as she let out a wicked hiss. Fangs bared and daggers fixated on her prey, she held her stance as they circled each other in a tense stare down. Girimekhala and her brood had vanished, fleeting for their lives as the two hunters claimed the arena.
"I thought I made myself clear when I said this was my territory, elf.." she growled, pacing as he did and matching her steps with his long strides.
Aurelien cracked a half-arsed smile, his rapier pointed towards her at all times. "I wasn't aware this was your territory to claim, lass.."
Her ears ducked at the insult, pearly white fangs flashing once more. He could only return another smile, before zipping forward and slashing with his rapier. Each execution calculated perfectly as the moon kit fought to keep up, catching each one dagger for dagger. A leap drew her away for a brief moment, and she vaulted off his back propelling him forward. Using his fumble as an exploit, she threw herself at him only to be hit with a heavy aero spell and pushed backward. Sliding to a halt, the dust and dirt cleared as she saw him lunge once more for her, catching his rapier between her daggers and using all of her might to hold the elezen in place. They held this position, nose to nose as his golden eyes bored into hers. Taking in the moment as they struggled, he couldn't help but let out a paltry huff. "You know, being a moonkin I would have figured you'd be more of a challenge.." He could feel the anger radiate from her, the fire igniting in her eyes held such ferocity it made her stare almost lethal. A hard push against her daggers gave him enough momentum to perform a nimble flip backwards, and he faced her once more as he landed. Rapier at the ready once more, they prepared for another go. The tension had become far more dense than the fog as they continued their dance of blades and magic, lighting up the low hanging cloudiness with bursts of colors. Shurikens flew every which way as they fought, one advance after another becoming more violent and for blow rapier met with daggers, sending sparks and curses against each other in an endless fight for dominance.
Morning cried out to the sun as its rays pierced the looming haze. Soon they were bathed in brilliant golden light. They both fell to one knee as the last clash sent them flying backward and out of breath. Huffing wildly, the elezen could only let out a light sigh before staring back up at her. "I must admit, your willpower never ceases to amaze me..in a most peculiar way, if I may be so bold.." He stood, his eyes drifting down to his trousers then back to her. Preparing for another strike, he was surprised to find that the ferocity had paled under the immense amount of fatigue. In a last ditch effort to raise her daggers, she instead collapsed out of exhaustion before him. This was a welcomed sight, as he felt like he was about to meet the same fate had he not caught the silhouette of a familiar shadow lurking behind the fallen kit, followed by an obligatory nod.
"And here I thought you had everything under control.." A voice called out from the shadow, that of which was slowly revealed by the sun's radiant glow. "Good thing I came to check in, though I am a little bewildered..I thought the purpose was to catch her.." Another elezen stood over the girl, a look of slight distaste from him as he eyed her body lying there in a heap. Her last hopeful plea snatched away from her as her eyes closed and body went limp. "..not drive her to the point of debility." A gloved hand stroked the patch of coarse hair hanging from the end of his chin, using his boot to push her over. His eyes scanned her, sparking his interest. One last stroke of his sandy sideburns pulled him from his own reverie and he made to help his brother up. Aurelien shot him a glare before looking back at his hunter become prey.
"Have you ever fought a ninja before? Much less a good one..a right pain in the arse.." Had it been anything else, the battle would have been over eons before, yet for some reason the speed of her attacks always threw him off. So flawless and fluid, even the most minute mistake on his part would have spelled out a quick defeat. He knew the only way to win without killing her outright was to let her tire herself out, and that meant playing a dangerous waiting game. Seeing her collapse was a blessing in disguise. Letting out a sigh of relief, he put a hand to her wrist to check her pulse and aimed a nod at his brother. A hand smoothed the soot-colored sideburns that lined his profile as he thought quickly on what to do next. His brother stood opposite of him, giving him a quizzical look. Something bothered him about this setting, however he couldn't quite put a finger on what exactly.
"A little far from the wood, isn't she?"
"She knew I was hunting her..this was just the first time I succeeded, somewhat.." The thought still puzzled Aurelien moreso than he liked to admit. It felt as though she was leading him to something, or perhaps trying to throw a false trail. Aurelien looked to his brother Anselm, still unsettled but content on the outcome of such events. It threw him off at times, how alike they seemed. It was as if he were looking into a mirror. Identical in appearance and personality, the only way to tell them apart was by a slight difference in hair color and eye color. A joke that Aurelien enjoyed all too well, vexing his brother about his lighter hair color being an indicator of his age despite them sharing the same nameday. Their eyes, however, held a striking difference to one another. While one had eyes that reflected that of an endless sea, the other held a striking resemblance to a wolf with piercing golden orbs. The trait of a ruthless and fearsome hunter, no doubt, yet it earned him quite a bit of ridicule among the citizens of Ishgard, for that eye color was rare for a pure breed. A brief moment of thought held an epiphany as to why he'd sought this moonkit so perilously and for so long. Those golden eyes that stared back at him during each scuffle, the same eyes that called to him for a worthy challenge. The eyes of a hunter. This trait they shared, he couldn't deny, with an extensive desire. Perhaps that was the reason she had drifted so far from the shroud. It was a test of his endurance, and he had just passed from the looks of it. However, before claiming his prize, he looked to Anselm seeming slightly distraught that he didn't know the real reason of her wandering. "You are right there, though..we are very far from the shroud.."
The coziness of the library felt welcoming, however cramped with more than two bodies occupying it. The two men had laid her gently across an old armchair that had been void of attention for quite some time given the amount of dust that caked its surface. Still sound asleep, she seemed exhausted to the fullest extent of her being. Aurelien collapsed in the seat at his desk, leather buckling under soaked, dirty breeches. All he could do was gaze at her from his position, a sense of admiration spiraling throughout his body as his eyes scanned every inch of her. After so many attempts and months of tracking, his patience and determination had finally paid off. As he studied her in silence, Anselm watched from the darkness of a corridor, holding back an accusatory grin. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had feelings for the beast.." he taunted, moving further into the room and away from the refuge of his shadows. Giving her one look over, he took his attention back to his brother and scoffed.
"When you've been tracking her as long as I have, it's safe to say some feelings culminate.." Aurelien hadn't taken his gaze off her. The thoughts of all his work came flooding back. The nights he spent frisking every library, inspecting every corner of Eorzea for a clue – if any existed – of where she came from. Gridania pulled up no trace of her existence. Limsa only knew her for a thief. The hallowed halls of Ul'dah's streets only knew her by legend. Countless cases of theft, from food to priceless handcrafted jewelry and vanishing in the night without a trace. Her robin hooding had earned her a name, and a hefty price for her head. However, Aurelien had no intention of turning her in. Had she been a bother in Ishgard the circumstances would have been different, but these were controlled crimes with her own reasoning and logic behind them. A quick glance at his brother told him that wasn't something he wanted to hear.
Anselm heaved a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "Fury take it..being different isn't enough for you is it? Must you really give these people any other reason to curse us?"
"You can't tell me you are at least a little intrigued-"
"Because I'm not!"
"Anselm don't be daft..I saw the way you looked at her.." Aurelien paused, rethinking before he let the sentence leave the gates of his tongue. "The same way father used to eye those dancing girls.."
Before he could react, a hand closed around his throat as Anselm shoved him against the bookcases, shaking with rage. "Don't you ever speak of our father! He was weak!" Anselm paused, eye to eye as he held his brother up with all his might. His teeth were clenched as crimson furor painted his face. "He was weak..and so are you.." He slammed his brother back down into his desk chair and stormed out of the room, leaving him in a coughing fit.
The slam of his bedroom door rattled the foundation of the building, shaking down dirt and dust from the ceiling. All he could do was pace and think, regret flooding back to him. Still shaking with rage, Anselm tried to revisit a happy memory – any memory. To no avail, he slumped on the edge of his bed, head cradled in his quivering hands. Everything he'd done for him over the years, all the sacrifices he'd made, had they all been for naught? For him to even propose such a scandalous notion. And yet, every time he looked at him he could see his father staring right back. The same coward that had abandoned their family for a baseborn dancing girl. The very idea revolting in the eyes of the Fury. Betrothal wasn't always favored, but it was how families survived here for centuries. To trash their very own name in an effort to pursue happiness. It was the epitome of weakness, and Anselm never forgave him. His brother was diving down the same black hole that swallowed his father, and with the town already pinning him as an outcast, it was all he could do to keep his composure to let this distortion go on any longer. He couldn't watch this abomination to his faith happen before his eyes by the hand of his own flesh and blood. Not again.
It was already well into the evening. The setting sun no longer held a lick of life within the walls of the library, and thus the humble flame of the candle ignited to give Aurelien the light he needed to look over his newly found documents on his captive's life. Alas, all he had were clippings, flyers from years of crime and delinquency. And from that he gathered a name. "Nira.." he breathed, looking over his shoulder at the moonkit that still lay across his derelict sofa. "Nira of Night.." Upon further reading and investigation, he came to one clipping of where she was briefly apprehended by the barracudas but somehow escaped her cell. She looked no more than ten summers old in the picture, with the little bobbed tail and ears that seemed almost too large for her head. No listed kin, no address, not even a surname on the report. Aurelien took a moment to remove his glasses and rub the fatigue from his face. He could feel the adrenaline from their scuffle wearing on his tired mind. He hadn't slept in quite some time. The comfort of his sheets called to him from down the hall, and he grudgingly obliged. Wetting his fingers, he extinguished the faithful candle on his desk and eased out of his chair, taking one last look at the girl before breaking the threshold. Anselm's words bit into him as his eyes wandered down her body. A bit of himself couldn't help feeling a great deal of guilt. After all, everything they had he owed to his brother. Otherwise he'd be as worse off as those who scuttled around the dirty corners of the Brume. Shaking the notion once more, he sighed and retreated into the corridor and down the way past his brother's room. He hesitated, preparing to knock but, after the events of the night thought it best to leave him be. A good night's sleep does wonders for one's nerves, and he could tell Anselm was fed up with this mess. Disappearing into his room, he began disrobing and pushed the door shut with a gentle click. Tonight, he was going to sleep like a champion for he had finally captured his prey.
Darkness had claimed the entirety of the room, yet her eyes lit up like brilliant stars in a vast night sky. The miqo'te was awake. Hands tied, her daggers missing, and the entirety of the place was as quiet as death. She had a stabbing hunch her elezen friend was behind this, her mind recalling their latest battle. A battle that drove her to the brink of her fortitude and over the edge as she fell, unable to continue fighting. How clever he was to play on her virility. This transgression against her pride couldn't live on unpunished. After a moment of trying she gave up, her claws weren't long enough to reach the binds on her arms. Cursing under her breath, she passed the threshold of what looked to be a library into a decorated hallway. She spotted it there, a suit of armor brandishing a long solid blade. Swiftly and quietly, she stalked the walls away from the doors, staying low and using the shadows of the night to her advantage until she made it to the statue. Sliding her arms up and down against the blade, a moment of relief flushed through her as she felt the bonds loosening their wicked grip until she was finally free. All that was left was the find her assailant. Taking the room closest to her, she twisted the latch and nudged the door open, preventing as much noise as possible. Caliginosity had laid claim to this room as well, but Nira could make out a shape on the bed. He was sleeping. The light rifts in his breathing told her he was in a deep sleep. This was almost too easy. Creeping towards his side, she prepped her claws, sliding them down his strong whiskered chin and stopping at his bare chest. A little tattoo perhaps, or more. A delightful grin stretched from cheek to cheek as her claws approached his flesh, tracing out a lovely pattern. Moonlight finally broke through the cloudy, snowy sky and splashed through the window. The silvery white light began illuminating the room at its own pace. As she watched his face carefully, her claws stopped dancing atop his breast. A moment of dread came over her as she looked upon him, not Aurelien, but another. Same shoulder length hair, but lighter in shade. A chiseled chin and stern face, but as his eyes fluttered open as he stirred, she came to the sickening realization that it was certainly not her rival.
Out of reflex the catgirl jerked backward and against the wall, slamming into it with a thud as the elezen jolted out of bed and hurriedly snatched his rapier from his trousers that were draped over a nearby dresser. They stood opposing each other, the final bits of moonlight dashing across the room as it was casually extinguished by passing clouds. They were doused in darkness once more. Refuting the urge to panic, Anselm went for the matches in the bedside table and hastily scratched until it caught fire, lighting his candle. When he turned back to greet her once more with his blade ready, she was gone. Panic ensuing, he quickly made to grab his trousers, until he noticed a pair of bright golden eyes unfolding in the only corner of the room not bathed in candlelight.
Nira leaped at him with the only weapons she had left on her – her claws. Out and ready to cleave. He had dropped his weapon to catch one arm of hers, his other arm missing at first at the expense of getting a few claw marks raked against his chest. He stammered, finally catching her other arm and forcing her down against the bed. She was fast, but he had a good foot or two of upper body strength that she hadn't accounted for. Strength of which he could easily use at his advantage. She let out a hiss, her fangs bared and her tail whipping wildly as she struggled underneath his weight. Despite the appearance of an animal, her skin felt soft to the touch. A silky, smooth peach fuzz covered her entire body, which held a vibrant shade of beryl. She could feel him slide up against her, warmth from his body exciting her in a peculiar way that was unfamiliar to her. He hung over her across the bed, looking down at her. Watching her. His endless blue eyes traced her as she eyed him carefully. He was a spitting image of Aurelien in both form and strength. She had barely noticed her arms going limp in his grasp, still wriggling however but her eyes never left him. At this point she had to question herself if she wanted to get free of his grip or not. A mixture of fear and adrenaline, and something else. Her heart thundered in her bosom, breath fluttering as he got closer to her. Their lips began to touch, soft at first but cultivating into a rough battle between tooth and tongue. His hands released their grip on her wrists and moved down to the fabric and belts tied around her body, unfastening each one carefully until her garments slid off with a gentle tug. His lips traveled to her neck, then her collar bone, gracing it with attention before removing his undergarments. A very stiff phallus pointed towards her waiting, moistened lips, and as he moved down to part them, met with a hand full of claws against his forearm.
In a rapid excuse to make sense of things, she shook her head. Her ears flicked, one propping up while the other lay close to her head in a fit of confusion. Her heart was still racing. A sensation of longing was leaking from her, yet she did not understand why or where it came from, only that he was causing it. She was not about to let a male best her, much less an elezen male. Yet something nagged at the pit of her stomach. The vision of him wrought a lust in her, that of which she'd never encountered before. "What have you done to me?"
"Nothing that you didn't want, from the looks of it.." Anselm answered, eyeing her from across the room.
Her eyes narrowed on him, ears flattening at the very idea. "I am a daughter of the Moon, I do not submit to males.." She gave him a swift glance over as her lips curled into a sinister sneer. "Especially filthy elezen bluebloods.."
"Excuse me?" A calm anger curdled in his chest at the remark, his stare turning icy cold. He took a step towards her, fighting to keep his composure. "Everything our family ever was walked out the door when my father decided to run away with a feline seductress such as yourself..I have worked my entire life nearly to prove to everyone in this Fury-taken society that my brother and I are nothing like our father, and yet here we are!" He took another steady step towards her, constructing the orchestra of his thoughts with his hands as he spoke. "He brings home some feline hells bent on making our lives miserable while we scrape together what we can to remain in the status quo so as to not be chased out of our own city as well, the only home we've ever known! And for what?!" A pause stopped him in his place, now towering over the cowering feline. He wasn't aware his voice had elevated a few decibels. "For some side project, some girl – beast, no less – that would no sooner slit his throat rather than realize that for once, maybe, someone might have it as bad if not worse than her current situation!" Without a moment's thought, he grabbed an ear and pulled her up to face him, disregarding her spreading claws. When their eyes met he glared back at her with the same empty bitterness as she gave him. "I can't speak for my brother or his intentions, but I can tell you this lass..I have no trouble showing you just how filthy I can be.." Anselm released her ear as she scuttled away from him and as far into the corner as she could, staring him down. He gave no heed to her tactless threatening hiss, instead ignoring it to stretch his arms and legs as if he were getting ready for a vigorous workout.
The moonkit twisted her expression in bewilderment, inching towards him and gaining her footing. "Wh-what are you doing?" She inquired forcefully, fighting the break in her voice and trying to remain intimidating.
Anselm continued stretching, finishing off with a few pops of his back and neck. Both stood across from each other, bare naked as the bitter cold nipped at their skin. "Well, you said yourself you don't submit to males..so why don't we make a little wager, hm? If I can dominate you, you are to submit yourself to my brother and I whenever we call upon you.."
Nira's eyes widened at the stakes, yet she held her ground with concentrated courage. "And if you can't? What of it then?" She demanded,
"Then we will let you go free, and forget that you ever graced us with your endearing presence.." The sarcasm in his voice was palpable.
They stood there, within arm's reach of each other as the dark venture was conjured, fortifying it with a firm handshake.
"Deal."
"Good luck, feline.." Anselm whispered, pulling her close and bending down to reach her pointed ear. A smile cracked his lips as a smug chuckle ran away with it. "You're going to need it."
A clawed hand soared through the stale air of the puckish playroom, igniting the first embers of battle. With very little room to work with, she had to be careful where to step, and jump. Claws at the ready, she waited for him to make the first move, prancing to and fro as she would with her daggers. He had strength, but she had speed, as long as she stayed one step ahead of him at all times. A few moments of mental preparation urged her to go towards the chest and neck, so she chose her mark carefully. Talons poised, she lunged forward, only to have him sidestep her entirely. Her weight pushed her forward and away from him. Tail flicking, she lunged again. This time towards his chest, but alas another sidestep. Growing tiresome of this farce, she narrowed her golden eyes on her target, going for the neck once more. As he sidestepped, she whipped her body around and plunged her claws into his side. She thought for sure his reaction would be to try and pry her off, but instead it took a different turn.
His hand had wrapped firmly around her tail, and as he held it, his other hand met her throat. Wrenching her out of his side, he pulled her up and forced her down onto the bed. His side dripped and dribbled with rivers of blood, yet he remained impartial, focusing on the objective. Using her tail, he guided her crevice against his resting phallus, and yanked backward to thrust inward, shoving himself inside her. The sound of her gasping incited arousal as he began to pump, bending her over the bed. The sensation of her tightening around his shaft held little to the satisfaction of knowing that he was winning. "You're going to give up that easy? Shame..I was hoping you'd be more of a challenge.."
"I'll show you a challenge.." She growled, pushing her legs out and closing them around his, as she plunged the balls of her feet into the back of his knees causing his legs to buckle. As he fell backward, she followed, still attached to him at the groin. A moan escaped her as the plunge forced him in deeper. The hand he had used to take her throat captive now latched on to a breast and pulled her down, while his leg gave him the leverage he needed to move her up. Before he could flip them, she dug her nails into his legs, calling more blood. The pain was startling enough that he let go in an instant, which gave her the opportunity to unsheath and close her legs over his face. Her juices dangled above his mouth, and he took the moment to clean her, all the while catching her midsection with both arms and shoving her down the length of his body. As his tongue cleaned every inch of her, his hand grabbed a fist full of those luxurious white locks drove her face first into his groin. Moving his hips, he felt the back of her throat with each thrust. Using what little leg strength he could muster, he pushed himself up, holding her as she latched around his face. She could feel herself choking against his girth, trying to think of a way out. Her lower half flailed outward and away from him, falling against the bed as she used that as leverage to try and free herself. To her surprise and relief, it had worked nicely. She had flipped out of his grasp, and was now sitting spread out across his bed as he climbed to his feet, a light chuckle ensued. "What's so funny?" She barked, her anger flaring.
Anselm wiped her juices from his facial hair, looking down at her in amusement. "You, my dear.." he said with a grin, "I am not so sure if I know who's enjoying this more, me or you.."
She tried to offer a rebuttal, but the warmth growing in her cheeks contradicted her better judgment. She didn't want to admit it. She couldn't. Somewhere deep down in the pit of her stomach, she was enjoying this. And much to her distaste, he was right.
He lunged for her, as her hands fastened around his muscular forearms. Their lips met once again, locked in a feverish battle between fang and tongue. She jerked away, feeling the excitement entice her desire. She had to fight it, refusing to show any emotion. As the thought summoned the last bits of stoicism from her, she felt him penetrate her once more. He kept pressing until he entire length hid within her, then carefully slid out and back in. Dressing her neck in kisses, he felt her insides quivering and quaking as he pulsed and prodded endlessly. She was close. Her breath felt hot on his shoulder as he hunched over with each thrust. Her tame disposition changed within a second as he felt her fangs plunge into his shoulder. Teeth clenched and a sharp inhale pressed him on, increasing his speed. Her claws dug into his back, blood dripping as they ran down the length of his spine and stopped at his sides. And for one second, he could have swore he heard a moan from her lips.
"You win.." she whispered, half defeated but satisfied, as she looked upon him and his tattered war-torn body.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he teased, his thrusting gaining speed.
"I submit.." she groaned, her body beginning to shake and shudder with each tremor coating his trembling member with sweet dew.
"Bit louder lass..I can't hear over your shattering defeat.." he slammed into her with all the speed and might he had left in him, fighting back a heated laugh.
"Oh gods, I'm cumming!"
"That's what I thought you said.." he chuckled, as he watched her body arch and convulse underneath him during what seemed to be an extremely heated orgasm. The blood still trickled down his fresh wounds, some of which had dried and closed already with the help of the crisp, cool air. Despite his triumph, he wasn't quite finished, as he pulled himself out of her dripping crevice. The pulsing head of his tool pressed against her anus, rubbing the remaining juices over the opening before he prepared to enter.
Her eyes shot up at him, questioning him as she fought for the strength to inquire. "What are you doing?"
Anselm pressed himself firmly against her waiting anus, breaching her hole and inching forward. "I'm claiming my prize, lass.." Thus, he pressed forward, feeling her stretch for him. The tight enclosure forcing a moan from him as he began to pump. She writhed and cried out, yet she didn't bother to stop him. His hands pulled at her frame, encasing the full length of his shaft inside her and stretching her to the fullest extent of her ability. Once he found a comfortable setting, he heightened his speed and force, clapping against her with enough clout to shake her entire body. He felt himself getting close, his muscles tightening and convulsing as he pumped. Soon came the sweet release, with a guttural groan, filling every ilm of her to the point of overflow. He pulled away from her, smiling as he watched it drip like a faulty tap. As he stood admiring his handiwork, his member hung dripping with a mixture of their juices. Reflecting back on the wager and the events that had passed since then, he had to admit he didn't think it would be so bad having her around after all. There was only one thing left he needed to do, but the details of such things eluded him at the current time. That is, until they came bursting through the door.
It only took a few minutes for the scene to click in his mind, his expression switching from horror to disgust to confusion in rapid succession that slightly worried Anselm. Aurelien could only mouth the words, staring at his brother covered in a plethora of scratches, bruises, and blood. Nira had pulled one of the sheets over her in an attempt to be somewhat decent, unknowing that a darkened nipple had escaped her cover. Both of them were drenched in sweat and gods only know what else. So many words hung on the tip of his tongue, the view flooding his brain with questions yet the only thing he could coerce himself to utter is "How?"
"It's a long story that I'm sure will make for a riveting dinner tale, but for now I think I am craving a little more action.." In an attempt to derail the confusion and horror from raging out of control, he focused the attention on the miqo'te in front of them. Drifting behind his brother, he rubbed his shoulders lightly, looking for any excuse if any existed to put his mind back at ease. "It feels like you could use a little release as well. Lucky for us, this lovely miss is excellent at doing just that and nothing pleases her more than providing for her masters, isn't that right lass?" he beamed, his expression pleading for her to help him out before his brother lost it.
Nira caught the hint on queue, jumping up to greet her other "master", shooting Anselm a look that said simply that she was fulfilling their agreement but demanded some type of clarity at some point or another on her position in this newly discovered living arrangement. "Oh, yes..I live to please.." She played upon the introduction, sliding her hands down into his tightening garments and releasing their restraint. Arms lifted up to latch around his neck, pulling him down so she could reach his lips who were still incoherently trying to form words. After a passionate kiss, she jumped upward to hook her legs around his torso, using the brief intermission to mouth the words 'this isn't over' in Anselm's general direction.
It only took a moment of watching them, a hand skimming the fuzzy outline of his profile as he played with the idea of filling the other hole. Soon a whole world of options flew open to him. After all, there were three holes, and the night was still very young.
The first hour was spent drilling her as they sandwiched her between them, holding her up as Anselm stuffed her anus while Aurelien permeated her snatch, taking turns in each hole and switching periodically. First they started against the wall, then moved to the comfort of the old canopy bed. Hands came from corner, stroking and petting as they explored her body and pioneered her breasts. Each ejaculation came in waves, and by the third hour she was leaking from both holes. Despite the exhausting attention, their gentle hands ignited a fire in her belly that made this seem right. Even fun, in a morbid sense. Anselm pulled her onto him, inching every ilm of his shaft inside her playfully as she delivered some tongue service to Aurelien's soaked member. After each orgasm, they switched places. A simple enough system for what little time they had to go on. A healthy bulge had indicated a full womb that gravity alone had trouble tackling. One more round marked the coming of morning among other things as the sun peeked through the only window in the room, shining some light on the dark deeds that were unfolding and tainting the passing night. A few more sloshing thrusts and a groan later, Aurelien fell backward in a heap. The thought of actually finishing inside her eluding him as fatigue sunk its fangs deep into him, filling him with the creeping poison of sleep. He stroked himself, a little tender from the multitude of events preceding as he watched his brother finish off, shooting a final load down her throat and collapsing next to him. Nira curled in between them, looking thoroughly satisfied as a smile stretched from ear to ear, a sight Aurelien thought he'd never live long enough to see.
All three of them lay there, spent and deprived of energy to a point where forming words was difficult. Some how the miqo'te had drifted off to sleep right away, nestled between the two elezen men with the same content smile she had before she passed out. Aurelien pulled the sheets over her to keep her warm, looking towards his brother in an attempt to find that explanation he was waiting for. Anselm shrugged, a gesture that only told him the details weren't important and probably not worth mentioning. "Long story short, she's staying-"
"She can't, you know that. The church will hang us if they found out.."
"So we'll lie and say she's a maid."
"That doesn't make any of this any better, Anselm.."
"Does it? Truly.."
Taking a quick glance at the sleeping maiden, Anselm cast a heavy sigh. "You know, all those summers..I spent hating our father, and I never understood why.." A hand moved up to gently stroke the powdery locks that flowed like fresh fallen snow hanging loosely from her head, admiring the simplicity of the moment. "And now I feel foolish, because all those summers I spent hating him, cursing him..all because he just wanted to be happy.." A gentle air lifted his voice from more than a whisper for a moment as he reflected on the past, carefully constructing his thoughts as they came piece by piece. "Aurelien, do you really want to spend the rest of your life married to someone you know absolutely nothing about..or would you rather spend the rest of your life happy with whomever you choose? Our life started here, but it doesn't have to end here.."
Carefully, Anselm slipped out from under the girl's grip and disappeared past the threshold, but before he disappeared, he turned and stalled as if still lost in thought. "Here, we may never be anything to these people but simple paupers, but out there..outside these walls..there's a whole world waiting for us to claim our own destiny, not some pre-designed, scripted mockery of the fates.." A smile curled his tired lips. "Maybe you should follow your own advice one day, aye? I'm sure that lass would appreciate it more than you know.."
"How did you-"
"Oh please, how else do you think your library stays tidy? The rubbish fairy? Pah.." With that he drifted down the hallway towards the showers and vanished.
Aurelien paused, the thoughts now infecting his mind as he too slowly and delicately climbed out of bed. With one last glance at her, he snapped the door shut and made his way towards his desk. Parchment and loose paper flooded the surface. His notepad read out things he'd skimmed over before, yet after their talk, they seemed to be the most significant pieces to the puzzle he had been trying to solve ever since he encountered the young miqo'te several summers passed.
NIRRA NIRAH NIRA
Parents: none
Address: none
Surname: unknown
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As he meditated on his old musings, eyes skimmed from clipping to clipping before pausing on the one of her as a young kit. Her first official record for robbing the The Bismarck. It all seemed to come together, with the help of his brother's long winded lecture. His heart began to sink, the thought of tossing her out of their home now forming a hole in the pit of his heart. Anselm, for once in his life, had made sense of something that he had completely overlooked otherwise.
"Hello?" The voice caused him to almost jump right out of his skin as he turned to greet the curious moonkit, dashing to scramble the papers together in a failed attempt to hide them. The clipping drifted to the floor, and he cringed as she rescued it, peering at it with wide eyes. "I remember this..I was so scared, but so hungry.."
"Heh, I bet that's a funny story.." Aurelien snatched the paper from her and stuffed it in a nearby drawer, but upon doing that left his notepad uncovered. A quick glance told her a lot of why he was acting so suspicious.
"You were tracking me.."
To his bewilderment, she didn't seem all that surprised. "Well, yes..I was curious.."
"Curious?"
"Yes..of your past, of how you survived all alone-"
"I wasn't alone.." She answered abruptly, her eyed drifting down to the wood paneling of the floor. "I filled my life with people like me, and made a living off helping the ones that couldn't help themselves..so I was never alone." The smile that came after seemed weak yet necessary. Her hands began to tremble, causing her to hide them in the recesses of the blanket she held draped over her. It was as if all his questions were answered with those simple words. Perhaps this is what his brother meant. She had the same answer, and it was so basic he wanted to kick himself for not seeing it sooner. The silence stirred with the tension between them, multitudes of inquiries piling up but neither of them brave enough to ask. "Aurelien.."
"Yes?" he asked hastily, almost as if anticipating her question.
"What Anselm said about your father, is it true? Did he run off with a miqo'te girl?" She searched his eyes for an answer, the contents of which he didn't vitally know himself, nor did Anselm for that matter. The only thing they had to go on was his father was traveling the world with a new lover, and would send them a card every summer's past, until they stopped coming one winter's eve. Searching his soul for an answer to present her, he could only tell her what he'd been telling his heart for the past decade. "Father left..to be happy. And I couldn't be more proud.."
Having sated her curiosity, he watched as she turned to leave the library, an urgency welling up inside him. "Nira.."
"Yes, Aurelien?"
"Please stay.." he tried not to make it sound so compelling, but he meant it. Every fiber of his being was telling him not to let her go.
"Okay.." she nodded, a gentle smile fading as she retreated back to his bedroom.
His heart was pounding immensely, as if he just ran a few malms. He didn't understand why, but given everything that had happened in the passing day, he could only guess it was change taking hold of him once more. Only this time, it felt like a fresh start to a brand new journey he had yet to embark upon.
