#★⎯⎯ forlorn clues | answered

[hyasynthia]

A Maiden, Forlorn (Part 3, NSFW)

Writing for a ghost, and myself as well. Things are getting steamy. I have no clue how to write smut and how fast, so I'm just trying things out. <3

TW: Masturbation, Voyeurism

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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His words lay heavy in the air. How had he never seen the sacrifices before? This made no sense at all. Every 5 years, one sacrifice was given to the forest, to the beast who sat just some mere feet away from her. Or was there another beast who roamed these woods?

“Sire, I mean no ill, but I am not the first sacrifice given to these forests. Do you mean that there is some other beast who too roams these parts?”

His look of annoyance was blatant now, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he had smelt something rotten. “Another beast? These are my forests. I was born and I will die with them, I live and breathe as a part of them. It is my job, as warden and protector here.”

My confusion met his. “I mean no harm. But my village has made maiden sacrifices to apparently not you- every five years for as long as anyone can remember? Do you mean to say I am the first ever sacrifice ever found? Have all the others before me just died on the stone to be taken as carrion: Starved or frozen to death?”

A long silence followed, but the answer was clear. I would be the only sacrifice to leave the stone, as far as my knowledge knew.

“Sire, what is your name?” I asked, my voice hoarse and thick.

“Vidar. I am sorry, little female. I am not a child of the gods your people praise, and the stone table you were tied to is blessed by your priestesses, and therefore exempt from my forests. Had I known of the sacrifices, I would have taken them too… I just happened to be in the southern part of the forest when I heard your laughter. I’ve never heard a human laugh before. Screams, wails and nervous chatter are the only things I have experienced.”. He paused, and my eyes welled with tears. All those sacrifices… Screams and wails? Yet I have never felt more secure than now. why won't my body react correctly to the beast- Vidar?

“I am curious. That has always been my fault. That is my I touched your arm on the table. Never have I seen skin as soft as yours. I didn’t know that you would run for your life; as if you could get away from me.”

“Of course, I would run. Imagine if I held a knife to your arm, whilst all you could think about was when you were going to be devoured!!” My words were desperate and breathy, and my eyes started to overflow with tears. Frustration at my predicament, the forgotten sacrifices, my dear beloved mother, my friends in the village… I laughed again, and I could feel Vidar’s gaze on my face. I lay down and looked at the ceiling. When was I going to die? I would rather he just kill me now, so I don’t have to worry anymore.

However, he stood up and I could see him in the corner of my gaze. My face was wet again, and my laughter died out as soon as it had arrived. I saw his hand approaching, and I couldn’t care less. He had made it very clear that he would not harm me. His claws were somewhat retracted, like a cat’s would be, and it grazed my face.

“You are crying. But you are laughing. What do you mean? I cannot understand you, little female.”

“My name is Cosette, had you asked. And I’m afraid that not even human men can understand human females. So, I wouldn’t attempt it if I were you.”

This time, Vidar laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, which reverberated through my bones. A single spark of desire rose from below, and my cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“I will leave you to sleep, Cosette, you need rest in order to be able to heal properly.”

His hand, which had been resting on my jaw withdrew, and it felt cold to be without bodily contact. Sleep came fast, and was dreamless.

It must have been early morning when I woke, for soft golden shafts of light were streaming in through the window panels. I yawned audibly before stretching my entire body. Tentatively, I reached my legs down to the wooden floors. The bed was rather tall, and sitting on the edge, my feet didn’t touch the ground. I scooted myself off and groaned when my feet hit the floor. Legs that had not been used in a day? Awful feeling. But, nature was calling, and I prayed to the gods that Vidar had some form of outhouse.

The rest of the cabin suited the bedroom well, with just one other room with tall wooden walls, a wrought iron fireplace and a giant butcher's block in the centre. It was simple, and you could tell that Vidar did not spend much time indoors. The fresh air felt sweet on my face as I pushed open the heavy cabin door. What was it with these unreasonably heavy doors? No outhouse in sight, i noticed. Around the back there was none either, but Vidar was there. I stood for a while, admiring him.

The forgotten sacrifices had not been his fault, i reasoned with myself. He has done nothing wrong- except partially my arm, but that wasn’t truly his fault. I smiled softly towards him, as i his back muscles rippled with effort. He looked quite human at times, with this broad torso, and long arms. Except, of course, for the fact that he was covered in fur. It was a dark grey colour, with flecks of brown and cream concentrating on his lower belly. I wonder how far down it goes… My eyes widen as I feel myself getting wet, and I am apparently not the only one to notice either.

Vidar turns his head to look at me, and it is the first time I have seen his face in the light. It was dark as well, almost darker than the rest of his body, were it not for his hauntingly beautiful amber eyes. Tension lies in the air as he looks at me intently, and his nostrils flare. I almost die of embarrassment.

“Vidar… I’m sorry to ask, but where should I go to relieve myself?” My cheeks are probably beetroot by now. He laughs before saying that all I have to do is find a place downstream. I thanked him and scurried off quickly.

Apparently, I was a little too fast, and a little too close, for I heard heavy grunts and pants emitting from the back garden when i came back. I stay still in the cover of the trees and hide. I can’t help myself. And neither can he.

He sits, hunched over on the woodchopping stump, his hand working fervently between his legs. I’ve never seen a “cock” before, as my older friend had called it. I had seen the family horses’, it's difficult not to, but Meline had told me that every animal, including humans, had different ones. I switch positions and crouch on the ground, and I find myself at eye level with his cock. It's dark, like his fur, but tinged purple- with thick veins littering it. It looks painful, I note, as I see it pulsing from afar. It has a large bulge at the bottom of it, growing by the second. With a loud groan, Vidar arches his head back in ecstasy- that, I understand, as his cock starts to emit long heavy spurts of semen. My pussy aches below my dress, but it is too much of a risk to touch myself here. He stands up and pulls back on his loincloth, and I suddenly find myself annoyed that I cannot see him anymore.

Forsaking myself, I quickly start to rub my clit with my hands, and I lean back against a tall pine tree, closing my eyes in pleasure. My back arches and my climax is oh-so-close when I open my eyes slightly. Fuck the gods and their seven horses. Vidar is standing right in front of me, leaning against a parallel tree. My mouth falls agape and I wrench my hand away from my clit, but I am too late. My climax courses through my body, and I moan loudly as my body fully relaxes. I am totally and utterly mortified as I look at him once again, and all he does is gaze at me. I brush down my dress and right my hair before looking at him again.

“You could have just approached me, little female, had you wanted to gaze upon me. I would not have minded, especially if I got this show afterwards, Cosette..”

[deathwis-archived]

💕 + nicholas n wilmer ! // waxrot

bold all that apply to your characters’ relationship. whichever category has the most bolded is their current relationship (approximately). -- for wilmer & nicholas! // @waxrot

strangers (1 of 5)

I don’t know you personally or at all. I would not recognize you on the street. I do not know your name. i would not recognize if you were brought up in conversation. you have no importance in my life.

acquaintances (6 of 9)

i know your name. I recognize your face. i think i understand your personality on a surface level. i’d like to get to know you more. i think we could be good friends. we have a lot of similar interests. people say we’re a lot alike. we don’t ask one another for favors often. i would not be able to tell someone if you have allergies.

friends (3 of 11)

we get along well. we have fun together. i like hanging out with you. you’re someone i can send memes to. i feel comfortable around you. i know some of your interests. i’m a little more open with you than other people. i keep some secrets to myself. sometimes i’m not sure what i can open up to you about. i usually buy you something minor for holidays. i like when we can go out and do something together.

best friends (4 of 13)

i could tell you anything. i call you if there’s a problem. we probably text too much. we have a great time together. we’ve got through some bad times. i can be myself around you. we have inside jokes for days. i send you songs that remind me of us. we have a lot of memories together. i can open up to you. i worry when you’re in a bad situation. i’d kick someone’s booty for you. i take insults against you personally.

crushes (4 of 13)

you make my heart race. i can’t stop thinking about you. i worry i text back too quickly. every touch is a sign. sometimes i wonder what kind of person is your type. i send you songs that remind me of you. i keep dropping hints about how i feel. you make me emotional. i want to tell you how i feel. i like when you let me stay over. i think i’d be happy so long as you’re happy. seeing you with other people makes me jealous. i can’t tell if this is a date or we’re just hanging out solo.

sister/brotherly (1 of 15)

you drive me crazy. we’re on the same level. you take over all my hobbies. you nag me too much. i’d die for you. we jinx a lot. we have inside games. we play too many pranks. sometimes our fights can get a little intense. i feel relaxed around you. i can be myself around you. we take care of each other. you steal my food right from my plate. i steal your food straight from your plate. if one of us is sick, we both are.

dating & early love (1 of 13)

you make me happy. we have everything in common. you are always on my mind. i can’t get enough of you. we sleep on top of each other, not next to each other. we buy everything in pairs. talking about you is like word vomit. people seem a little annoyed at how in love we are. our relationship should have books written about it. we’re always making memories. i can’t wait to do all our ‘firsts’ together. sometimes i get cold feet. i hope we’ll be together forever.

mature love (5 of 18)

you take all the blankets. you ate the last of MY snack. we get into tiffs but work it out. i can be honest with you. you know everything about me. we can be a little naggy towards each other. i feel safe around you. you are always on my mind. everything i do is for us. ‘we’ seems to suit us best. people say we fight like a married couple. we are married. we have children together. we reminisce while making memories. i’d die for you. i can’t imagine my life without you. i love you for your flaws. i’ll love you forever.

toxic love (6 of 15)

i’ll do anything you tell me to do. it doesn’t matter so long as you’re happy. i don’t care so long as it makes me happy. i’m only in this relationship to get something. you only want to be with me to get something. i can’t trust you. i don’t feel comfortable around you. talking to you feels like walking on egg shells. i never know what is okay. you apologize with gifts. i apologize with gifts. you say i’m everything to you. i don’t talk to anyone else anymore. we get into physical fights. the cops have been called before.

exes (0 of 12)

i miss what we had. we used to be good friends. my memories feel tainted now. i think about texting you a lot. i wonder how you’ve been. i don’t like the idea of you getting with other people. i’m already seeing other people. we have a child together. we’re legally separated. we broke up. my family wants us to get back together. i put you on blast with all my friends.

enemies (0 of 11)

i hate you. you make my skin crawl. you are my antonym. seeing you makes my blood boil. i know you’re no good. you thwart my every move. i know your trying to hurt me. i know you’re talking shit about me. i’ve never felt this way about anyone else. i could kill you. i will kill you.

result: toxic love ( & acquaintances, tho i don't have to explain how that fits ) is the winner here! and man oh man, if that isn't most of nicholas' relationships to me. for one just wanna,,, thank you kindly for the wilmer ask in general, i love my s3 lieutenant. and i find the cm's dynamics with all of his puppets so interesting! to try and stay on topic, though, this is very very fitting for them, i think. wilmer, out of all the gang, is very dedicated to the cause and nicholas. he doesn't ever have regrets of joining due to the personal goal he achieved ( his reason for turning is very shallow compared to others ) so ... he kinda worships nicholas completely. being one of cm's best executors with a former role in dealing out justice only furthers this dedication he has to their leader. in his eyes, nicholas' word is law. and so yeah! toxic love is fairly accurate since wilmer doesn't exactly know the guy well but would die for him and all that jazz! probably is the easiest to control despite having one of the more deadly powers tbh? kinda feel like cm stripped away wilmer's intelligence during the corruption process because of that and -- OKAY i'm getting carried away. but point is, this fits. i think their dynamic is neat. and uh, thanks for the ask!