When he felt his lover's panic – and unnaturally quickly mounting desire – G'raha was beyond confused, but anyway he darted toward the source of the sensation, cutting his chat with Alisaie short. Arriving at that corridor and realizing what happened – what that bitch tried to do to his mate, his Sun… When Damon whispered a spell and what it'll do, he didn't hesitate. If someone deserved the agony of it – Diva more than earned it. Anyone who would ever think to repeat that deserved that and more.
And a bell later, after securing his crazed lover in their nest back at Rising Stones – with a quick call to Alisaie about the situation – he soon came to realize he was too lenient, anyway.
Because even as his fury roiled as he tried to grant his mate the relief his body so desperately needed, he soon came to understand that whatever that infernal bitch served his mate, it was more torture than anything else. Or she possibly overdosed it. For sure even if he didn't deal with her – if she got what she tried to get – she would end up torn to shreds.
"P-please…" his lover sobbed, curling into his arms even as he rutted into him furiously the second bell in. "…p-please, make it stop…" And he wished he could, with all his heart as despite coming multiple times, Senri's body simply couldn't get the release it craved.
G'raha, covered by this point in cuts, scratches, and bites, could only wrap his arms tighter around his mate's neck and whisper sweet, soothing reassurances – praying that whatever drug affected his lover, will soon run its course. He healed himself along the way before his mate could notice the depths of his scratches – too crazed to control his claws and fangs as he usually did – because he refused to serve his mate any more distress than he was already in.
In the end, it took four bells before his lover finally passed out, pinning him down into their nest with his unconscious weight. Bruised and battered like after a battle, G'raha pushed him of himself only to wrap his arms around his form and pull him in a tight, possessive embrace, running his fingers through the sweat-dampened ink-black strands while Senri's head rested against his chest. Beyond exhausted himself, he drifted off to sleep before he knew it.
He had no idea how long they were out, but he woke up suddenly when he was rolled to his stomach and his mate mounted him with a choked whine, pinning him down again into the foray of red and black pillows.
"Sor… Sorry," Senri whimpered against his neck, pressing apologetic kisses over the back of his shoulders as his claw-tipped hands laced with his, pulling his arms above his head.
"It's… o-okay," he gasped, hiding his blush in the pillow under his face. He couldn't help the fact that his body more than enjoyed the onslaught, growing instantly beyond aroused as he arched his back helplessly to take his lover's claim while Senri rutted into him, hitting just right to send a string of profanities and choked whines into the pillow under his mouth. Forgetting quickly about the reason behind it, he could only wrap his tail around his mate's waist tightly and choke on his needy sounds as the incredible heat covered his back and the power of the muscles rolling over and around him had him gasp and mewl his instinctive submission.
His sounds only grew louder and more desperate when Senri growl-purred his name in his rasp, pulled his left arm down, and bit him, groaning into his skin when G'raha arched under him with a shout at the sensation. A bit awkwardly pulling him back to his knees when breaking his bite, he almost passed out when his lover freed his hands to almost delicately wrap one of his around the back of his neck, keeping his upper body down while he braced his other hand by his shoulder and rose above his back, growling mindlessly as he started to pound into him. The scalding heat of the flesh spearing his insides in a brutal rhythm sent his body to tumble into yet another orgasm before he knew it, gasping desperately and whining his pleasure – not even trying to mute his sounds as he was half-aware that the only thing that made this bearable for his beast was his enjoyment.
When Senri groaned deeply and came, pumping him full of his too-hot seed in gradually slowing down thrusts, he almost hoped… but no, he wasn't even especially surprised when the flesh inside him didn't even lose anything of its hardness. Yet his mate pinned him down, nuzzling against his neck affectionately with low, staggering purrs.
"It's really okay," he sighed softly, pushing his hand behind his head to press his fingers into the soft, matted strands to rub at his lover's ear in a delicate reassurance. "I'm here for you, my heart, take of me what you need," he whispered, and his heart ached at the way his mate's breath stuttered nervously.
"I hate… this," Senri murmured sadly, but still nuzzling against his neck started to roll his hips slowly, soon groaning quietly as if despite himself.
"I know," G'raha replied, flushing darkly anyway as the pressure and the movement forced a tiny mewl of arousal from his throat. He swallowed thickly, still rubbing his mate's ear delicately as Senri growled with frustration, but hooked his clawed hand around his hip and speed up, fucking him in steady strokes. Soon he couldn't help but whimper, pushing back against his lover's thrusts. And when that clawed hand moved between his body and the nest, carefully pawing at his cock, he gasped breathlessly, mindlessly rolling his hips between the two sensations.
Even still more than half-crazed, his Senri knew his body and its addiction to him, constantly making sure to make it come as much as he could – and despite growing utterly overstimulated, he couldn't help but understand. And a part of him more than enjoyed it… hence his blushes. Mentally, he hated that someone drugged his mate into this, but physically he couldn't help his body's eagerness to please his lover. And as unnatural as it was, didn't change the fact that Senri's lust pouring over his senses had them reeling and he couldn't help but whine and spill over his palm, biting on the pillow under his nose. That his mate hissed through his teeth and came, shuddering violently and gasping, then cursed as his body's arousal didn't lessen and set to fuck him again… and again… and again…
G'raha lost sense of time, lost in the haze of the constant sex… lost himself in the surrounding cloud of Senri's delicious scent, uncaring of anything but his mate's need. He lost count of how many times his lover took him, merely gasping and mewling at the changes of positions. Whenever possible, drowning in the taste of his Sun's intoxicating kisses, in the heat of claws dragging over his as heated skin, in the sensation of being taken or taking this too-perfect, beautiful body when his beast begged in desperate whimpers for his claim. He lost himself and his self-control… and some insane, overloaded part of his mind and body grew drunk on the sensations until they both passed out again, collapsing into a heap.
When he woke up next, T'senri downright meowed in relief when opposite to the previous time, his body didn't instantly go into a raging need. Almost blissed out by the calm of his own heartbeat, he enjoyed it for a long moment, half-consciously wrapping his arms around his mate's limp body on top of his. His ears twitched with the delicate sound of Raha's sleepy snore-purrs and after a moment he peered through his lashes, almost smiling at the messy birdnest his mate's red hair made right below his nose.
Then he sighed tiredly and trying to be gentle about it and not jostle his prince awake, he moved him off him, involuntarily chuckling when Raha grumbled a complaint, sighed, and curled into an adorable ball. Carefully pulling one of the blankets over him, T'senri slowly climbed to his hands and knees, then crawled out of the nest and with some effort stood up, wobbling slightly. Ignoring that, he climbed into the bathtub, turned the water on, and braced heavily against the wall as he let the scalding heat of the stream wash off the evidence of the too many bells of crazed lovemaking. Hanging his head between his arms and keeping his ears hugged against his head to not get water in them, he lost his sense of time and flinched harshly with surprise when another body carefully wrapped itself around his back.
"Better?" his lover's low, hoarse voice rang with a hint of uncertainty and worry.
"Y-yeah… I think so," he sighed, then pulled him around himself, wrapping his arms around his muscular body and resting his chin on top of the crown of red hair. Closing his eyes, he smiled when Raha wound his arms around his waist, petting his skin soothingly. "And… you?" he asked, rubbing his chin between his mate's lowered ears.
"A bit sore," his lover chuckled sheepishly, nuzzling his cheek against his chest. "But nothing a quick spell won't fix, Snark. So don't feel bad," he added softly when he winced involuntarily.
"I'm just… glad it's over," he sighed, tightening his arms around him.
"Mhmm," his mate hummed, dragging his fingers delicately along the bumps of T'senri's spine to then gently rub at the fur at the base of his tail in a soothing caress. Enjoying it in combination with the heat of his body and the water cascading over them, he didn't notice his body slipping until Raha tightened his arms around him securely and chuckled, delicately nipping on his skin. "Hey… don't fall asleep on me here."
"Sor… Sorry," he murmured, then sighed deeply and dropped his head against his lover's shoulder. Fully now feeling his exhaustion, he didn't mind when Raha chuckled again, fondly now, then set to wash him carefully. "She said… it's for my own good," he muttered angrily after a long moment against his mate's throat and felt his hands steel against his back.
"I imagine she believed that," Raha replied quietly in a cold voice. "Probably that's how she justified that in her head. Maybe even she thought that afterward, you'll thank her for… fixing you," he smoothed his hands up and down around his spine when he flinched at that. "Not that you need fixing, my beast. You're perfect the way you are… I'm just thinking out loud. I think that her using… whatever that infernal thing was, meant she figured out the fact that you're simply incapable of desiring females… And instead of acting as any sane person should and leaving you be, she thought to force you…" he trailed off with a quiet sigh, then turned the water off and pulled the Warrior out of the tub, drying them both off in quick, efficient movements.
Too sleepy and only yawning time after time, he smiled involuntarily when his mate soon pulled him back into their nest, already cleaned with a spell. Despite the circumstances, it felt nice to let his mate take care of him, so by the time he settled down and his prince made himself comfortable in his arms, pulling the blankets around them, he couldn't help his too-loud, blissed-out purrs. Burying his nose in the damp, red hair and enjoying the warmth of his lover's body wrapped around him in a sweet, soothing embrace, he almost drifted off before he heard Raha's quiet whisper against his chest.
"People like her don't deserve to live," his mate hissed, tightening his grip around him possessively.
"Mhmm," he agreed easily, nuzzling against his hair sleepily. "Did you… kill her?" he murmured, fighting the drowsiness.
"…not yet," his lover chuckled in a way that was quite unnerving. "But don't worry, my heart… I am sure by the time someone puts her out of her misery, she will be more than thankful for that. The spell Damon invented will make her regret her actions quite… thoughtfully, believe me."
"Good," he sighed, then settled in, purring his bliss at the scent and heat that surrounded him. "Just too bad… she ruined my… proposal," he slurred slowly.
"We have plenty of time for that, my beautiful beast," Raha assured, drawing slow circles on his skin. "Now… sleep, Senri. I'm here and I'll keep you safe, my Sun."
And he gave in, drifting off with a tiny, relieved sigh.