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for Essek (lacrymaperle) - vampire/werewolf au

[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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[Bren was utterly pliant beneath that touch, no resistance in him as if Essek could have reshaped his entire physical form with little more than a glance if it were possible, and Bren would have melted for him with nothing but eagerness. He spread his legs wide at the urging, heels catching on the edge of the table, bared wantonly, obscene really, but Bren didn't care.

His gaze tracked as one elegant hand placed that vial into another, but his gaze tracked back as Essek spoke. For a moment his eyes widened, and several small details made sense -- those carefully trimmed nails, the way that the drowpire had him spread so wide open for him.

A flush raced over his cheeks, bright red across pale freckled skin, but he couldn't hold back a groan. It took him a moment to even consider words, so he nodded. Gods he trusted Essek without a single ounce of hesitation, would allow him anything, and fuck but he wanted it, wanted to give himself to his mate, to feel those fingers work him open until that fist was buried inside him, a prelude to being fucked by Essek and his double.]

I trust you... I want it... want you. Please.

[ The thing that had been about Caleb Widogast is that he had the most expressive emotions that crossed over those features; Essek had always loved the way that he could never hide his feelings. He remembered that first kiss, the wonder in those eyes and the rising of the sun backdropped by blue, and he never wanted Caleb to hide that. Now, he saw something similar with Bren-- that quivering excitement and the heart on the sleeve.

Slowly and methodically he worked the oils into his delicate hand, the scent was jasmine and snow-- fingers free and clear of any sort of jewelry as he allowed Bren to watch the preparations.

Behind the werewolf, Essek's hand drew Bren's arm back so that he was effectively being stopped from touching himself. One arm up and over to keep him pinned while the other hand of the simulacrum was making slow sensual circles against hair covered chest, a figure eight while he did not quite approach nipples yet. ]

I would let you do anything to me as well, Bren Ermendrud-- I trust you that much. [ Like a falling petal, his fingertips teased that inner thigh and then sliding inward until he was leaving a oil slick trail against those balls so full and aching-- filled with unrealized spend. Forefinger than danced a minute against that tight entrance and he was slowly working it in slowly ] I do not want you quiet, I want you howling for me...

[Essek was certainly right about that piece that both Bren and Caleb shared, that they wore their battered little hearts on their sleeves, even if neither of them realized the extent of just how obvious it was to anyone who knew either one of them. And right now every emotion, every reaction on his face was thoroughly dripping with lust, shone through with that complete and unconditional trust.

He would let Essek touch him, have him in a way that no one ever had, no one else ever would. More than let, he yearned for it, needed it as much as each shaky breath that he took. His voice caught on another whine as his arm was drawn back, as he was reminded how deliciously trapped he was between versions of his mate.

A flicker of a smile over his lips at those words from Essek, that returned trust. The they understood one another completely. Another catch of breath as that finger teased before slowly beginning to press inside his eager hole.]

Yes... then... make me scream...

[ that was self indulgence too, was it not? Ensuring that whatever it was that happened tonight was unique between the both of them and that Bren was taken care of by him and by his other. Essek perceived the way that his lover was leaking precum in struggle-filled tears that mirrored within slip, not only that but the minor twitching. The cock ring was but a vibrational thing made to adapt according to his lover, the closer that Bren felt to coming-- tighter it squeezed around base.

But Essek did not doubt that Bren likely had found that with the assistance, the waves of edging became almost pleasurable.

His finger tip inside, surrounded by heat while he groaned softly, a thing of parted lips as the pad started go work those walls open and loose-- one set of lips worried against Bren's neck to nibble while Prime Essek leaned forward to dance his lips against Bren's and tasting salted arousal there.

Sim-Essek still was playing with that chest, brushing through the fine ginger layer of hair before taking a detour to slip his fingertip around a peaked nipple, circles that got closer until he committed to the touch enough to tweak it lightly-- this version of Essek did have longer nails and he used it to lightly scratch the skin around the peak while rubbing the hungered skin against two pads. ]

[Almost pleasurable, and then straight beyond, the ache and the pain of being kept on that edge, denied his release, that was creating a feedback loop that only exacerbated the situation. Not that Bren realized that so much as he was certain that Essek Thelyss had been tailor made to undo him completely. A single glance, a crook of his finger, and Bren was a wreck, never mind after more than a day of being drawn to the edge of madness again and again.

There were hands everywhere it felt, and lips, and Bren melted into each one. He cried out, startled and not at all complaining when those fingers found a nipple, back arching towards the touch, as much as he could anyway, the sensitive nub pebbling under the attention, his cock giving another desperate little twitch, all the more so as that finger worked inside him.

His legs shifted wider apart as if he could coax Essek to relent, to give him...] More... please...

[ That was exactly what Essek wanted to hear. As long as the plea was sincere, he would lap it up as if it was the finest of chilled soup on a hot summer's day, his finger delving in and finally with such a entreaty, Essek could not help but give him another finger and so it slipped inside all slick with oils and then deeper and deeper while he used the two fingers to scissor.

Meanwhile the lobe of Bren's ear was nibbled and bitten, while that nipple was squeezed and pinched to a level of rosiness that was erring toward a bit of light pain play, as if the clone was assisting Essek in bringing his mate to that fine edged point between pleasure and pain, but not quite making Bren commit to one or the other.

A third finger then, using that touch as a decoy-- slipping a third finger inside to join the other two and then he was stretching that clenched hole patiently and coupled with soothing words. ] You are such a good boy, see how you melt like butter for me-- so eager to be filled to the brink, like the whore for me that you are.

[ And yet in those words, there was no shame-- only approval; the degradation kink wrapped up in the tone of praise just for the werewolf to chew on. ]

[Essek would find that Bren did not mind the pain, though this was something of a discovery for Bren as well. It all came with the trust, really, the fact that he had no fear at all of placing himself fully in Essek's hands. That didn't stop him from squirming beneath the touch, as if he was feeling far too much at once to truly keep still.

Another gasped, stuttered breath was exhaled in a low whimper as he was stretched further open, though nothing yet past what he'd known before, not yet.

Lust-blown eyes flickered to look to Essek at those words, sweet and filthy and both setting Bren to aching for more.]

Your filthy whore... [He agreed, voice breaking into a groan.] I need to be full of you... both of you. Ruined. I'll be so good for you, take everything you have to give me so please...

[He was rambling now, words spilling from his lips interspersed with increasingly needy whines, aroused nearly past the point of coherency.]

[ The pleasure crescendoed over Bren's blue eyes, sparkling like blue flames come into their own, how incandescent they were undernearh the ministrations, the parted lips to reveal pearl white teeth and the tip of that tongue, the hot needy whine of a wolf who was desperate.

As Essek Thelyss heard that whine, he leaned in to press his mouth to the other man's so that he could taste the desperation which served as a focus and so he would carefully guide it, and between him and his duplicate the man would have no end of pleasure. ]

Now it is time for us to breed you-- [ his fingers stretched hole, attempting to work out that give to accomodate a fourth finger while Essek Simulacrum used hands to trail downward and to tease that captured prick that twitched at being unable to come, cool fingers wrapping around to give another stroke that would cause that head to flush further. ]

Such a dripping whore for us, ready to bear our seed until it drips out of you and down your thigh and you begging for us to be merciful to you.

[ those fingers so good at somatics was now working a fourth finger in, adeptly as he slid slowly while he tested the limits of what Bren had ever taken before ]

[Bren craned up to reach those lips, to beg for more of that kiss as if it could take the edge off the utter desperation that he was sure truly would drive him mad. His arousal, aching and reddened, dripping precome like it was weeping for release that was not yet to be had. The feeling of fingers around him drew an almost anguished cry past his lips.

The werewolf blinked open eyes that could barely focus as he looked to Essek.] Oh... fuck... [Eloquent as the cursing was, he trailed off into Zemnian, lost in the moment.]

Yes... Breed me... like the bitch in heat I am for you. I need... oh... gods...

[Another groan as that fourth finger worked its way inside him, stretching him wider than he'd ever been opened before, the ache of it yielding to the stimulation -- the overstimulation -- of every other touch that Essek and his double were gracing him with.]

[ Essek hissed and it had nothing to do with pain, and everything to do with the hint of arousal that sharpened and splintered; he was confined within his own fastenings, those hot pants worn over fishnet stocks that criss-crossed over purple skin; those thigh high boots that it appeared was de'riguer within his own aesthetics. He was stood there and he continued to lean over him and then his mouth caught, tongue sinking hungrily into that mouth so that he could taste it-- feel the way that the blood pumped through every inch of Bren's being.

Copper underneath his lips, thrumming through bloodstreams.

His bitch in heat-- his and no one elses. Fingers fisted into those long locks of hair and he bared that throat then while his mouth tore the other man asunder, and then his clone's teeth scraped against neck, laying a waste of nibbles ever downward until he travailed to shoulder.

A few deep strokes with those four fingers, and then he wiggled his thumb so that he could press it at the very edge, so close-- that thumb and then the delicate arch of the bone that connected it to hand-- then when he was deep inside, with the wrist disappearing, he would curl his fingers into knuckles and start to properly move, to losen the other man for his pleasure. ]

[Bren surrendered to that kiss like he fully expected to be consumed by it, and welcomed it with nothing but eagerness. His tongue tangled with Essek's, so desperate for the taste of him, the heat of the kiss. He'd slipped entirely into that submissive space where the only thing that mattered was being and being good for his mate, his master, his love.

A low whine started as Essek begin to ease his thumb inside, as he felt the war between that pressure and his hole as it struggled to accept, to surrender. The moment it did, the moment his body yielded and Essek's hand disappeared fully inside him, his head fell back, lips parting around a scream that was audible even with the thundering bass of the music.

His back arched before he fell back to leaning heavily against Essek's double. If his cock weren't still held by that ring, he'd have come then and there, and even as it was, his toes curled, hole tightening reflexively around the hand buried inside him as if he couldn't quite believe it was really happening.]

[ Bren was so very tight, hot and quivered around his hand. The howl that filled the area around them, rising up-- as Essek marked his possession of the other man. There would be no doubt to anyone who was watching via a rogue scry, no doubt that Bren was owned by this man and it was a far deeper magic that bound them together than even Ikithon had access to.

A few more measured paces and then he was drawing his fingers tenderly into a fist, even as he pressed a soft kiss against that mouth, could taste the needy gasp from his darling submissive, the soft glaze of those blue eyes that denoted that he was looking through him. ] You are going to remember this in the morning, with startling clarity.. how we ruined your fuckable hole. [ And in true Essek fashion, he made such filth feel like a religious experience with his own measured and soothing voice.

The Essek behind slipped his hands underneath those knees to adjust the man more, so that the angle would be better, so that the drowpire in front of him could started slowly fucking that tight channel that squeezed him desperately ] It is only fair that if you get to breed me, I get to do the same.. isn't it?

[Bren was unraveling, being undone expertly by his mate, absolutely lost in the rush of pleasure and that edge of pain and the haze of submission. He leaned up to meet that kiss, soft and sweet as it was. That utterly dazed look was still flooded through his eyes as Essek spoke again. The words were obscene, the sort of filth that ought to have made Bren blush, but there was something sacrosanct about it too, as if all of this were some sacrament, an act of holy worship -- though the only deity that Bren had eyes for was the beautiful creature currently wrist deep inside him.]

Ja... yes... only fair. Breed me, use me, fill me up with your cocks and your come until I can't take anymore, until I'm dripping with your seed...

[Words spilled out of him in a litany, another prayer added to his worship on this makeshift altar. Eventually words gave way to incoherent moaning, his breath catching as his knees were drawn further back, as he was exposed so completely.

But as lost in the moment as Bren was, somewhere beneath the surface, Caleb had the wherewithal in a brief moment of control to fix blissed out blue eyes on the exact spot he'd expect Ikithon's scry to have been placed as another cry escaped, roughened with utter wanton desperation. Bren's back arched, seemed to tremble as if his body was trying to thrust him into his orgasm despite the cock around his ring, and being thwarted by that clever magic item.]

[ Essek saw the moment that that head lolled to the side and then those eyes were fixed on a spot in the distance; fixed and yet not. It managed to walk that fine silken tightrope between haze and concentration, and that was absolutely sexy-- even as he pushed his fist in until his knuckles were all but grazing that prostate, just barely-- touching it while those walls clasped about him.

In the scheme of things, his hand was delicate-- his wrist on the smaller size and it would take Bren little to withstand it, to mold to him. But he did know how to subtly use gravity to push within while he leaned closer so that he could speak against those panting lips. ] Tell them who you belong to, do not talk to me.. talk to them.. [ His voice encouraged in that dusky softness, and the hands wrapped around him, the chest upon which he was backed up against.. those arms held Bren tighter. ]

Once you say that, I will give you what you desire, my M'hrandii, you will have both our cocks inside of you---and breed you like our precious mate, fill you until you are dripping with our come.

[Another moan, more breath than soun now, as if his voice had slipped from his reach in that moment in the favor of remembering how to breathe. His eyes were still staring off at that otherwise unremarkable point as if seeing straight through the spell, lost in pleasure and utterly debauched but also issuing the challenge, gauntlet thrown: I am not yours anymore. I will never be yours again.

Because he did belong to someone else now, and at those words, good as a command, Bren keened another whimper in agreement.]

I am yours, Essek Thelyss. Your bitch, your whore, your hole, your lover, your mate... everything you want me to be, my heart and body and soul belong to you. Yours and no one else's.

[ His everything.

He slid his hand right out of Bren slowly and carefully so as to not hurt him going out as he had in, there would be a bereft emptiness however and his hand once again . able to breath, able to assist in undoing his hot pants; first the belt clattered to the ground and then finally fabric was parted and he was drawing out his own hard arousal; it was hungry and flushed darkened plum, the tip of his head leaking generously in anticipation.

And his simulacrum helped to move Bren back into those arms, against him while those fingers spread thighs wide, before fingering that hole that was attempting to grasp at nothing. A simple matter to use that gravity to push back against walls, a cooling sensation-- to keep Bren ready to accept the two of them.

The main Essek, Prime Essek was pushing a leg back and slipping himself closer, the head of his cock pushing against that slickened hole, and then the one behind him, joined it like a symphony, sandwiched perfectly between his mate; two exquisite men who were just for him. Essek could learn to make other edits to the clone, perhaps even with Bren's assistance.

So many things they could do together and this was only the beginning. ] You are my everything-- you are the only one I will ever love, my wizard, my Alpha, my mate, my Submissive, all of those things. [ And then together, they pushed into that tight hot sheath ]

[Bren whined as that hand slipped out of him, as he felt the sudden utter emptiness as his hole did indeed try to clench around nothing there. He ached in anticipation, eyes fixed on Essek as he worked those obscenely tight pants open, as Bren finally laid eyes on his mate's prick, couldn't help but lick at his lips in undisguised hunger.

He shifted back in the other Essek's arms, pliant and eager as he was spread wider. His entire body was trembling by the time he felt the first press of both those cocks at his hole, caught between these two perfect, beautiful creatures. His lovers, his entire world in this moment.

Eyes that were swimming in a dazed pool of lust turned to Essek as he spoke, those words doing such wicked things to his heart even as his body was brought straight to its limit. He gasped at the first press, still a stretch to take them both, even after what a beautifully thorough job that Essek's hand had done in preparing him. His lips parted around a groan, but no actual sound came out, breath stolen away entirely.

When he found his voice, it burst out of him in a hoarse, breathless whisper.] I love you... my mate. My everything.

I love you too...

[ And it was echoed between both of the Essek's, both prime and sub. Their voices harmonizing in the most distracting way; the two of them worked seamlessly and in tandem to impale Bren, to work into him-- two cocks slipping in at the exact same speed even as soft kisses were placed against a shoulder, biting and indulgent. Likewise was Prime Essek's hips jerked ever upward and deeper, sliding hot and throbbing while he claimed that mouth.

And then the dance could begin, a thrumming beat in time with the music that reverberated through the club. Heat and the way that the sweat gave off steam against skin, causing dew drops of perspiration that scented of countless pheremones. There was on the floor below several werewolves who caught wiff of the pheremones, there were a few growls here and there, as well as hisses from other vampires who had come to the club upon invitation.

Unfortunately, pheremones were contangious and so close to the full moon, it was a bit of a danger zone regardless. ]

[Bren could barely remember how to breathe as he was slowly but surely impaled, leaning heavily back into Essek's simulacrum's arms, and it didn't matter anyway. Kissing Essek was far more important than air, and Bren gave himself over to it fully, to the hot, hungered slide of that tongue, as his mouth was claimed as surely and certainly as his hole, as all of him.

It was a heady mix of arousal and pheromones that stripped away the capacity for higher thought from Bren, left him a creature made entirely of instinct and need. He could distantly hear the sounds of growls, and a low rumble of his own started. Let them growl though. Essek was his and no one else's.

He broke from his mate's lips to gasp for breath, to release that breath in a primal, feral scream. He had never been so stretched, so full, so entirely and utterly claimed. Pain and pleasure blurred, and his hard, aching cock still begged for release, still ringed and held on that edge. But he wanted that too. He didn't want to come until he felt his mate spill inside him, to breed him properly.]

[ The drowpire had not pondered using this spell until last night when he had thought of a way to make sure that Bren had a release that would shatter through him, and then suddenly tonight Bren had not one but two cocks deep within, and Essek was panting sharply against skin, leveling nibbles and bites against neck though not enough to give sustenance but enough that his lover would be marked up.

The undulations of hips, deeper and deeper-- both them acting as two merged beings as they spread Bren so perfectly, enough that precome generally leaked against the inside of those quivering walls. even now Essek could smell the heat in the blood and the way that the cock strangled out little droplets of salted tears against his abdomen, causing skin to glisten with a clear glaze. ]

You are so tight that I will not last, you are so perfect and welcoming. I am so close to being milked by your hungry walls. [ Already Essek's balls felt tightened with pleasure, ready to spill their contents deep inside, and he would be ready to loosen the ring so that as he did so, Bren would destroy himself with the force of his orgasm. ]

[Bren had not known that this spell was even a possibility, but ah, he was appreciating Essek's magical and sexual prowess right now. More than appreciating it given that he barely seemed coherent through the desperate lust and pleasure that was ruining him. He moved with both his lovers as much as he good, all instinct and need.

He held on for dear life, gasping for each breath now. Sweat beaded on his skin as he felt each movement inside him. His pupils were blown wide, as if he was seeing something beyond his physical surroundings, but still they were fixed on Essek's face, hanging on each word as he spoke.

Those words, that praise, had him whining, his cock throbbing.]

Please... gods please. Come inside me, fill me with your seed. I need it... I need to come. Please.

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[ Bren looked so incredibly debauched, with those spit-slicked lips and the dazed blue eyes that held fathomless depths, they looked as if he was experiencing his own sort of delirium and it made Essek feel powerful that he was the one who was engendering these feelings within his beautiful Mate. He bit at that neck and it was a delicate and yet sharp thing between them. And thus he pressed kisses to those lips, to prove that he was was going to cherish him even as he was going to utterly ruin him, ruin him as much as he was able to.

a choked gasp against those lips and then he was pushing himself deep inside until he hit that prostate, the walls that clenched around him in such a dizzying symphony.

It positively made the blood in his veins sing, or perhaps it was just the bond within that tied him to Bren, so that he could feel the way that the other man's blood thrummed in a dance to the music that he was conducting. Perhaps it was the blood, but no matter what-- his fingers were searching for the ring with trembling breath, cool fingers against rigid shaft and teeth from behind bit right into the back of Bren's neck in a manner that was decadently primal.

The moment that Essek came, it was a combination of his own seed and then also the aether resonation of the simulacrum's, mingling into something that was filling as it was nearly imploding, and then off came the ring and it was cast aside; their own bodies slick with the sweat and spend. ]

[Bren cried out again as Essek's cock found his prostate, at the stimulation and pressure against that sensitive spot. It felt like there was not a single centimeter of him that Essek or his double were not filling ., and he could feel his body react, as if wanting to come despite the ring, hole clenching, squeezing tightly as if he could draw both those pricks deeper inside himself.

He whimpered a softer sound to Essek's lips, all plea, begging for release even if he couldn't find the words anymore. No, words were well beyond him. All he knew was the primal, desperate rhythm of moving between the two drow, the perfectly synched dance of being taken, being wrecked by two versions of his mate at once.

A startled gasp at the sharp feeling of teeth. Primal indeed, pure instinct in what was clearly a claiming bite. He was distracted enough that he almost missed Essek freeing his poor neglected arousal from the ring that had kept him on that edge for so long now. His lips parted, but no sound managed to escape this time as he came.

His orgasm crashed over him like an earthquake that shook out from his very center. His vision whited out and for a moment Bren lost all connection with the world save for the two men holding him to earth. He came hard, spilling himself in rope after rope across his own stomach, the leather bands strapping his chest, against Essek's in turn, making a damned mess of the both of them.]

[ It was a hot, dirty and utterly debauched mess. Stickiness covered his own tunic, he had not bothered to push his own clothing up so it was pearling all over leather and velvet which would be sexy for all of the moment that it was supposed to be sexy; his own body quivering in response as he unloaded his own very real spillage within the other man.

It would join nicely with the aetheric gravity that would cause that hole to tingle and perhaps coax another vibration from him. Not just a vibration though; he was pent up so long that Essek was hoping that he could rip another fission of pleasure through him. If there was nothing else that Essek was, it was precise and focused.

Lips slid against a neck that was glistening with sweat ] There is my good boy.

[ another cool set of lips to press against the pulse at the side in an equivalent to cooling a horse down after a race. ]

[Dazed eyes tried to focus, but it was a struggle, as if all his senses had overloaded in the rush of pleasure that had strangled his climax from him and he was still settling back into the use of them. Bren panted, soft gasps, almost starting to come down from that high when his body betrayed him again.

Another jolt, an aftershock of the first initial earthquake that had shook him. He arched between Essek and the simulacrum, his cock giving another throb, a slower seeping trickle of release this time as he whimpered.

A tremble at that praise and he let his head fall tot he side to welcome those cool lips against his skin.]

Mm... yours... love you... I...

[What were words anyway? Bren didn't know.]

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