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... Is that okay...?

Oh, it's just fine, you fucking skank!

[ and then he just fucking lunges for her throat, immediately biting down hard enough to break skin ]

[ with enough time and care to it it's something she'd be able to glean some enjoyment from on its own merits; she hasn't really gotten the timing down but whisky's made that apparent enough, the difference between doing it right away and waiting for her to be excited first is like night and day.

so even though there's nothing wrong with this, it's something a familiar of hers is doing for his gratification, she thinks, the cry she lets out is strangled, pained. she can't really help but shrink back against the wall in response. it's a weak attempt to tear herself away from his mouth, hands blanching around the fabric of her nightgown ]

[ he on the other hand, is super fucking into it, even if his wings are beating in annoyance and the thumping of his tail has gone from "excited" to "going to commit a murder". it feels so nice, being able to finally hurt the person who's been stealing his unitmate? it's nice to be stronger than someone, to be feared, that's what a dragon should be.

It's nice to take what's his, too. It's nice to finally taste blood, someone else's, his thing's blood --

and after a bit of tearing at her throat, his tail calms down again, swaying slowly behind him as he releases her, kissing the spot he bit over and over before dotting them down her neck, growling out "mine" with each one. ]

[ of course fear's not entirely accurate on her end. it doesn't really - she doesn't think, at least - worry her, but pain is completely beyond her ability to stand. being alive is fine. being dead is fine, but the inbetween is so unbearable it has tears in her eyes.

even being released she manages mostly heaving sobs in response - the way her condition changes is clear enough in the sound of the noise though, a trembling cry to a choked hitching in her throat as she recalls the time and place, a hurried attempt to muffle her voice in what she can only assume is a dorm full of sleeping people. she's too focused on that to really hear or grasp what he's saying; her breath comes in harsh pants as she gulps down as much breath as she can manage, as quickly as she can manage to get back to being quiet, anything less than that would be rude -

and as he relaxes she winces a bit, writhes underneath him from the way he worries the wound, but there is a tenderness to the kisses that gets a softer sigh out of her, more audible the lower he goes ]

[ he presses against her, growling softly. it's fine that she's upset, because it makes him happy and he deserves good things and besides isn't she starting to enjoy it? really, everyone he cares about would be happier if they just accepted their place --

he slips his hands down to her hips, possessively digging his fingers in as he bites at her collarbone, much more gently than he did her throat. but he does suck on the spot as he bites down, aiming to leave a mark. his, his, his -- he'll make sure she doesn't forget that. ]

R-Ruby -

[ stammered out breathless, fingers probably wearing holes in the lace she wears above her nightgown at this point. he's really close and salient as the pain is she feels like she can almost reprioritize it among every other sensation now, as cute as he is and as nice as his mouth feels at her collarbone (pale as she is, it doesn't take long for the mark to take, bright red against his teeth) and as happy as she is to be useful. She'd like to believe that, but the tight furrow of her brow and her grit teeth and the thin sheen of sweat forming on her body would tell him differently -

but she has to think about where they are. ]

... Everyone else is - . . . Ruby -

It's fine. It's fine. I want them to hear, okay? You're like, totally mine? I'm gonna mark you more, so everyone knows--

[ he kisses back up her neck, licking gently at the spot he tore -- he hurt her, so he has to make it better, right? he has to make her feel good. he's her familiar, she's his witch, this is fine and normal and he just has to make sure she never leaves him, that's all. ]

Miiine. My witch. 💖 Dia, Dia, Dia~

T-That spot still . . .

[ she does whine, softly - it still hurts, she means to say, but the weight of his tongue, the warmth and moisture and softness of it ameliorate it just that much. it's almost comfortable; there's almost a familiar feeling to the way that he kisses her. it seems so far away in the moment, in the context of what she knows she has planned, but recency won't really let her call it nostalgic - that a quiet, gasping moan manages to escape her throat.

enjoying it is fine too, it's incidental to the purpose, but it's fine too - but one of her hand looses itself from her gown to press its back to her mouth. ]

It - um... it still hurts -

[ but what is the rest of that he's talking about? well, that's right, isn't it. if she really wants to do this, if she wants to be everyone's witch, she can't belong to just one or two people. if one or all of them want to make her theirs, isn't that the bare minimum of what they deserve? trust, and love? that's it, isn't it? wasn't that half the reason she wanted to bring up the divorce?

hand firmly held to her mouth, she relaxes her shoulders and tilts her neck a bit, to give him easier access to her throat ]

[ he purrs, reaching for her hands to lace their fingers together before breaking out into a giggling fit even as he continues licking at the spot. this is nice. it's just like it was with Abi and Marnie except this is a friend, not someone he's attracted to, but someone he just likes.

the taste of her blood is a plus, but it's not the most important thing here. ]

It's fine. I have a first aid kit and some gauze, I'll bandage you up, okay? I'm sorry, I just got really carried away...

[ it's true. he did. it's okay to have hurt her if that's what he needed to do to get the message across, but even now he still doesn't really want to be a bad girl? in the back of his mind the part of him screaming about how all of this is super fucked up and he needs to stop being weird and monstrous gets just a bit louder, but he continues ignoring it in favour of how good this feels, how much he's concerned about her, how much he needs to keep her where he wants her... ]

Oh, ummmm...you need to stay away from Absinthe, okay? I mean, it's like, fine if you're friends? But he doesn't need you to feed him anymore. And you really shouldn't, he's gross and weird and creepy and you'll get hurt. He's ours, so it's our problem, okay? I'll take care of him.

[ lick. lick. ]

Oh! And I'll take care of you, too. 💖 I wanna make you feel good, Aradia~ Is there anything you want me to do for you?

You don't have to apologize . . .

[ does she feel bad about it, even though she said it was fine? as the pain subsides a bit, dia reaches with her free hand to stroke at his hair around his horns, weak and heavy-handed, breath coming in shallow trembling gasps that are unambiguously pleased at this point, but

what was that second part . . . ]

I didn't... I only gave him my arm once. Luci and Doodle got angry after that, so I've been buying him arms from the store - ... I didn't want Luci to do it, but I didn't want Absinthe to be hungry or look a way he didn't like, either...

[ he nuzzles into her hand a bit, but -- ]

...Lucifel's been doing it too?

[ I will fucking kill him. ]

Edited 2019-06-09 16:07 (UTC)

. . . We both stopped a while ago... Um...

[ squints a bit, it's hard to brain numbers when a cute dragon is kissing your missing neck meat ]

Around ten days ago...? I bought him an arm last week, but I haven't gotten this week's yet... I don't want him to eat spoiled food, so I get them the day he needs them...

[ growlllll ]

What is wrong with you people...stop doing unnecessary shit, okay? Just stay the fuck away from him if you're gonna be dumb and altruistic about the cannibal and his food, thanks.

[ he sighs though, idly moving down to bite at another spot on her neck, briefly leaving another hickey. ]

You didn't tell me how I can make you feel good.

I don't really -

[ a gasp, tilting her hand back to muffle her voice, fingers of the patting hand curling in his hair ]

- I don't really need anything... if you want to have sex with me, then we can do it until you're satisfied, but I'm fine...

[ but more important ]

But - it's not really any trouble; it doesn't hurt me to feed him like that, and it's not very expensive . . .

[ he lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of her fingers in his hair, slumping against her throat when he's done.

ugh. he's starting to remember he hates gross things and there's blood fucking everywhere now. absolutely disgusting. going to have to lady macbeth his entire fucking face later ]

Do I look like I care? He's trouble, so stay out of it. And stop saying you don't need anything. Do you want me to?

... I know that. That's why I can't stay out of it.

[ pat pat ]

Why the fuck not? I said I'm taking care of it. He's mine to deal with, okay? So just -- fuck off, alright?

I trust you - and... um, I trust him too, but...

[ goes quiet for a bit, just stroking his hair ]

... Luci getting hurt isn't something... whether he wanted it or not, I don't know if I can endure that.

Then stop him! I'll stop him? Like, he shouldn't be doing this shit either, why are you both so fucking stupid?! Why would -- why the fuck would he even decide to do this so a guy doesn't fucking look ugly, anyway?! A guy on a different fucking unit? Your husband's a fucking dipshit, Dia!

[ mumbled, a plaintive note to it ]

. . . I don't know how.

Hit him. And don't stop until he fucking cries.

I can't do that. Even if I could, hurting him is what I'm trying to avoid - Ruby...

So you'd rather let him keep getting hurt than stop him by just hurting him once? Fine, I'll hurt him. That should be my job anyway, right?

Edited 2019-06-09 17:33 (UTC)

- Ruby, you can't do that!

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