Armstice of Malice pt 4.
[ You asked for it.o -x; ]
When morning came, Karmine found himself still laying awkwardly in bed. He'd curled up after a particularly nifty night terror concerning his husband...
As it turns out apparently, Malasana had returned a little earlier than expected. This caused a major problem given he hadn't yet told Icantheon how flushed his feelings were growing.
Said indigo blood was loitering on the stairway out side his door when he opened it and tried to walk down them. The Preacher hadn't seen The Harlequin in so long it was kind of frightening to see that white painted visage.
"Ah greetings my dear." The greater being said a wicked grin splitting his features. "How have you FARED IN MY LENGTHY ABSENSE?" The sudden shout caused Karmine to cringe somewhat.
"F-fine, quite fine I assure you..." The Preacher wasn't exactly pleased to have him back though, much more concerned with getting to the bottom floor so he could seek out the seadweller and meet his advances.
"Has the guest...bothered you any?" Malasana always had this strange air about him, as if he knew much more than he let on.
Naturally the mutant blood shook his head with great haste, tightening his cloak around his form before trying to get down the staircase around the tyrant. But this retreat was stopped short by a thick arm curling around his midsection, bringing him close to that frigid and iron fiber like muscle.
"I've missed you terribly. Though a bit of a reunion will have to wait, considering I'd like to get through whatever it is...The Orphaner of Arkilay, I believe his title was, wants."
Karmine was then released by the grand subjuggulator and he then skittered down the stone as though his life depended upon it.
Aforementioned preacher soon found himself at the door to Icantheon's current dwelling. Which he soon entered without much thought.
He ended up running smack dab into the violet blood, who was just about to go out and see if there was anything to snack on this time of night. Before the sun came up that was, sure most of his work took place during the day. That did not mean he had to like it though.
"Wwhale look wwho it is." The noble grinned hugging the mutant to him, at this time the seadweller was not wearing his armor so it made for a much warmer embrace.
"I didn't tank you wwere comin', hold on wwith wwhatevver you wwanna tell me. 'M starvvin' "
With that before Karmine could say anything, new or apology he'd kind of been whisked off to the kitchen. Noting the careful route of low door ways the gilded sea-walker took, oh he was wise. Malasana avoided these hallways for fear of damaging his glorious horns.
Once they reached the nutrition block, The Orphaner took to raiding the pantry and anything the servants had heating on the stove. Not that they minded considering Icantheon was not nearly as picky as their own lord. Which made him the general favorite around the cooks.
This was when the nubby horn spoke up, "I uhm..." He wasn't exactly sure how to say this and ended up reviewing it in his head. Which naturally caused him to flush again.
"You...?" Icantheon's gaze turned from the chunk of boiled meat in his claws to the preacher with an interest clear set there.
"Yes, I...respond to the offer you made a little while ago?" He voiced it as more a...question rather than an answer. "But." He hastily added. "We'll have to wait till The General clears off again, I-i'd hate it. If he were to...meddle in this business?"
The ocean born nodded. "Indeed, I s'pose wwe wwill. Malice doesn't exactly respond wwell to things like this." Either way he cast down the meat and brought the mutant closer, snuggling into Karmine's neck. Quietly inhaling his scent so he could remember it later.
"Indeed, he scared me on the staircase just a moment ago..." Instinctively one of his hands traveled up and allowed his claws to pet the violet blood's head. It was far easier to reach him, considering he had taken off that blasted cape. Which was even better since he could actually get a good look at the noble without any shadows obscuring his face.
"Awwww I'm sorry darlin'." Icantheon continued to cuddle him. "Don't you wworry though lovve, I'll make shore he doesn't scare you evver again." Oh yes, he wanted to protect and love on this mutant entirely. Once again fancying himself a hero and Karmine his cloaked princess.
"Oh its fine, I think I'll only have to s-spend one more night with him and then he'll be on his way..." It still hurt the mutant's heart to know he had probably been married solely for convience or his appearance...Especially his blood color, given he was the only cancer blood known of.
"Bah, that bothers me just as much. Evven if its only for an evvenin'. There is a good chance he'll hurt you or somefin." With that the preacher nearly whimpered when the ocean born's grip upon him tightened. So much that they were a little too close to be perfectly appropriate.
To be perfectly honest, Karmine rather enjoyed the feeling of the higher blood's cold practically between his legs. Pressing against his sore and yearning nook, that evenings debacle had told him. He needed Icantheon rather than wanting him solely. There was something...wonderful about the seadweller. Almost as though he wasn't of the same ilk as most royals.
Which he naturally couldn't have been, to be the murderer of thousands yet a skilled romantic, capable of wooing even the most stalwart heart. Required a very special breed of troll, considering most would crack under such pressure.
After a bit longer of this passionate embrace, Karmine broke away. He was unable to take the chill against him any more. "I am sorry Icantheon, but I need to go..." The preacher left the Aquarius and exited the kitchen returning to his room.
Later on that evening just as Malasana had said, he sent for a servant which brought Karmine to him in his quarters.
Upon arriving the mutant was once again caught in the iron vice that was the indigo blood's limbs.
"Hello again love." He whispered softly to the preacher despite his cringing behavior.
Karmine simply whimpered softly, squirming gently in his husband's grasp as a clawed hand slithered down into his trousers.
The keratin grazing over the swollen flesh of his nook, delving carefully within so Malasana could properly gauge the slickness within, which due to Dualscar's earlier intervention the Cancer was more than acceptable in this current state. He shouldn't have too much problem.
Soon enough aforementioned preacher found himself laying on his back with a sentienal of darkness between his pale legs, not at all as gentle as The Orphaner had been hours before. He couldn't help but allow it, making sure to keep in mind every sweet gesture which his violet blooded love had bestowed upon him. Just to get through this without crying which already he was dangerously close too.
It was odd though they were not Matesprits, it felt as though he was cheating on the noble. Either way he could not focus on this too much longer considering after the general shifting of clothing, an unfamiliar but still threatening squirming was seeking entrance. Though he was highly reluctant to relax enough to allow this painfully large tentacle within him, Karmine simply had to given he was, as the weaker of the two. Expected to be obedient to the Capricorn's demands.
Which he was, allowing the cool to be forced into his painfully tight cavern, though the stretching it caused made him cover his eyes and whine. He felt as though he was simply being used, which was probably true considering it appeared that the Harlequin did not want much to do with him unless it was for a reason. Which was generally pailing or something warm to curl up around when Malasana grew tired.
The greater subjuggulator paid no heed to the whining but instead shoved forward with a modicum of his strength and became fully sheathed within his prey. Allowing the warmth to shudder and squeeze around him. The grand being set about prying his wife's claws away from his face, allowing their eyes to meet once again. Which naturally the preacher looked away after about two seconds.
Not that he minded, the fact that Karmine was intimidated byhim was a good thing generally. So he continued his harsh movements within the mutant blood. Liking the smaller troll's nook to be the most comfortable place to keep one's bulge regardless of soreness to the lovely creature beneath him.
It was terribly painful for the preacher though he tried not to show it, it felt as though his nook was being ripped open by the nearly enraged force Malasana was using against him. The mutant persevered only by remembering that as soon as it was over, the subjuggulator would probably leave and he could crawl back into The Orphaner's arms and finally feel safe, and loved by another.
WhenThe Capricorn finally released within him, indigo spilled out among the vibrant red of his own fluids. Karmine could not exactly tell at this time whether or not if he was bleeding but chances are he probably was, no troll on Alternia could take that monster and it fit comfortably within them. Around the time that he blacked out though, The General fixed his clothing and draped a blanket over the snoozing mutant before leaving. He had gone to speak to the seadweller already, now it was unfortunately time again to go.