An early gift. ^^
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okami_huDon't bother to read - you won't understand. Or, if you read and want to understand, you can ask me about the details. Just keep in mind one thing: This. Is. Not. MPreg. Rated R thaough it's sorta graphic. But bearable. ^^
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The days fly by, one after another. Demyx takes care of the chores, keeping one eye on the children; Xan and Rexo are old enough to play alone, or with Vexen's child, but they're quite lively, and there's always danger in the waters.
At sundown, Roxas and Saix return, they eat and the kids go to bed. And then, their time begins.
Saix is an experienced lover; he had learned tricks to make it even better. He has patience and an iron will. Sometimes, he presses his hips right against Demyx's while pinning him down, holding the frail wrists, and they kiss and kiss until Demyx feels Saix's member slip right into his body, and it's so intimate that the slender yoo-i shivers and clings to his mate's strong shoulders. Saix's fangs trail down his throat and Demyx feels like a prey, a scared little fish, but it's a nice type of scary, which makes you feel warm, too, and he knows Saix won't hurt him, ever. His seed feels hot inside and in his arms, Demyx thanks the gods for the love the hunter has for him. It's a true bliss.
Roxas is eager, but young, and it takes a while until he makes his body obey his will. Saix says he'll learn in time, no need to worry. And Demyx neither worries, nor minds the extra time he has to take with the young blond hunter. They pet each other, they kiss and lick, exploring every inch of skin anew each time. And finally, Roxas's body yields and opens up, the long, deep pink organ sliding out. It's not as hard as Saix's, but it still does the job well; Demyx embraces him as he slips in, caresses the blond tresses and suddenly feels so mature, despite being even less experienced than the boy. Roxas abandons himself to the pleasure, his long lashes flutter shut, his lips part and he moans – he looks so young, so vulnerable. He fits wonderfully inside – he's meant to be there, after all – and Demyx accepts him willingly until neither of them can take it anymore and they curl up in each other's embrace.
And there are times – when the hunters are too tired, or the kids doze off in the afternoon – when Demyx hides in the corner, behind the curtains and he touches himself. He spreads the flesh-folds and it's so beautifully shameful, it makes him blush and shiver. He cautiously slips a finger in and he bites into his lips to keep quiet for his inside is sensitive, so very sensitive. It doesn't take more than a few touches, spiced with the memories of heated nights, and he's gasping and trembling and feels refreshed, contented.
At nights, wedged between two warm bodies, Demyx feels like crying from joy. Saix's arm rests on his waist with a secure weight, Roxas's breath is soft and warm against his neck, and it's so wonderful, as he hasn’t known security and warmth for such a long time. Demyx is thankful that they picked him up and looks forward to the days when Roxas's belly will swell with ripe eggs, and Saix will get restless and his skin even hotter and Demyx will open his body for them to plant the seeds inside, and he'll be happy to bear their children again and this time, from his free will.
***
Nagas, or merfolk...? Merfolk or nagas...? @_@
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cry_oh_zadkielThe days fly by, one after another. Demyx takes care of the chores, keeping one eye on the children; Xan and Rexo are old enough to play alone, or with Vexen's child, but they're quite lively, and there's always danger in the waters.
At sundown, Roxas and Saix return, they eat and the kids go to bed. And then, their time begins.
Saix is an experienced lover; he had learned tricks to make it even better. He has patience and an iron will. Sometimes, he presses his hips right against Demyx's while pinning him down, holding the frail wrists, and they kiss and kiss until Demyx feels Saix's member slip right into his body, and it's so intimate that the slender yoo-i shivers and clings to his mate's strong shoulders. Saix's fangs trail down his throat and Demyx feels like a prey, a scared little fish, but it's a nice type of scary, which makes you feel warm, too, and he knows Saix won't hurt him, ever. His seed feels hot inside and in his arms, Demyx thanks the gods for the love the hunter has for him. It's a true bliss.
Roxas is eager, but young, and it takes a while until he makes his body obey his will. Saix says he'll learn in time, no need to worry. And Demyx neither worries, nor minds the extra time he has to take with the young blond hunter. They pet each other, they kiss and lick, exploring every inch of skin anew each time. And finally, Roxas's body yields and opens up, the long, deep pink organ sliding out. It's not as hard as Saix's, but it still does the job well; Demyx embraces him as he slips in, caresses the blond tresses and suddenly feels so mature, despite being even less experienced than the boy. Roxas abandons himself to the pleasure, his long lashes flutter shut, his lips part and he moans – he looks so young, so vulnerable. He fits wonderfully inside – he's meant to be there, after all – and Demyx accepts him willingly until neither of them can take it anymore and they curl up in each other's embrace.
And there are times – when the hunters are too tired, or the kids doze off in the afternoon – when Demyx hides in the corner, behind the curtains and he touches himself. He spreads the flesh-folds and it's so beautifully shameful, it makes him blush and shiver. He cautiously slips a finger in and he bites into his lips to keep quiet for his inside is sensitive, so very sensitive. It doesn't take more than a few touches, spiced with the memories of heated nights, and he's gasping and trembling and feels refreshed, contented.
At nights, wedged between two warm bodies, Demyx feels like crying from joy. Saix's arm rests on his waist with a secure weight, Roxas's breath is soft and warm against his neck, and it's so wonderful, as he hasn’t known security and warmth for such a long time. Demyx is thankful that they picked him up and looks forward to the days when Roxas's belly will swell with ripe eggs, and Saix will get restless and his skin even hotter and Demyx will open his body for them to plant the seeds inside, and he'll be happy to bear their children again and this time, from his free will.
***
Nagas, or merfolk...? Merfolk or nagas...? @_@
