#IT DEADASS SOUNDS DIFFERENT

[bobbile-blog]

Not sure if anyone’s said this yet but now that we have Laterano events plural I’m fascinated by their (imo) very deliberate choice of protagonists, and there are almost a couple of layers of narrative going on there. I struggle a little figuring out how to get this into words but specifically I think they’re chosen to be people who can carry a narrative without contradicting the orthodox morals of the church. There’s a LOT of vaguely anti-authoritarian rambling below the cut so please kindly bear with me and my English major brain.

I can’t really start there though. One of the reasons this is so brain hurty is how deeply it’s woven into the storyline, so to start, I have to verbalize how Laterano and Arknights writing more generally is different from other, similar settings. Because like, I hear the words “morally negative church in a grimdark setting” and my brain immediately shuts off. Come on, that’s so far beyond low-hanging fruit, if you’ve seen any grimdark setting ever you know exactly what that looks like. And sure, it was fine the first two or three times you saw it, depending on your tolerance for that kinda thing, but it gets boring quick and even when it was new it was kinda uninteresting story-wise. “Religion is always fake because it inspires hope which means everyone who takes meaning from it is either a corrupt grifter or naive and misled” isn’t just edgy nonsense, it’s also basically useless as an actual critique. It tells you absolutely nothing except how to tune out a particular kind of story, and a story that tries to get you to hear less is doing its job wrong.

So, Arknights does something different. Instead of denying the premise of the church entirely, it actually takes it at its word. Laterano is, in almost every definition of the word, a paradise. It is basically unmatched in terms of actual quality of life, with its only competitors being the Durin cities and maybe Aegir, and is worlds apart from now much the rest of Terra sucks. More than that, though, the paradise is specifically tailored to the worldview of a religion with a strong central authority - when I say it takes it at its word, I mean the authoritarian bits too. Laterano is a city that lives in perfect order and peace because everyone follows the law perfectly and they all understand each other and never fight. Empathy is really important for this, as it allows for a believable amount of superhuman societal order. Laterano has very little crime, political drama, or quarrels in general. It’s the promises of a strict higher authority actually taken at face value: everyone follows the rules and that means they have effectively unfettered freedom, because they don’t want to break the rules and therefore they can do anything they want.

Laterano is specifically written to be a believable paradise in a setting that has none, so that when the story then turns around and criticizes that setting, it has significantly more weight. Even when the promises of paradise are taken at face value, there are still issues that cannot be addressed because the system is inherently flawed even in the imaginary scenario where it works. Even worse, the problems that poke holes in the imaginary perfect scenario are the same problems that they face in the real world, like “how do you deal with the interpretation of scriptures” and “hey there’s this racism thing I keep hearing about should we be worried about that or what”. Because of the way this imaginary perfect system works, we then look back on our real world in a new light and understand it a little better. It’s good critique.

Okay so how did we get here and what does this have to do with the protagonists? Well, this starts with Fiametta in Guide Ahead, because she’s a really weird protagonist. This is a cold take at this point but despite being the character on the front of the box, she has very little to actually do with the central conflict of the event. Most of the conflict is handled by Ezell first and Andoain second, and Fiametta mostly putters around putting holes in people until the finale where Andoain receives the answer he’s been looking for, he turns to explain it to the world, and he runs into the only person in the whole of Laterano who does not care about his motivations or his revelation. Her role, in other words, is to replace the climax of Andoain’s story with her own, and in doing so she makes it much harder to actually get a resolution and a meaning out of the story (this should not be taken as a criticism of her character, let me cook). Guide Ahead’s ending is hazy, with only small piecemeal resolutions to its conflicts, and for the longest time that was just the way the event was written and it stood on its own.

But now, Hortus de Escapismo is out and the monkey brain see patterns. Specifically, with the choice of protagonists. Because Executor is definitely different from Fiametta as a protagonist, but there’s one particularly important connection between the two, and that’s that as I mentioned in the beginning, they allow for stories don’t contradict orthodox morality. Fiametta we went over, as she’s uninterested in any of Andoain’s morality and just wants him dead. Executor, though, is purely focused on his mission and views the world through that lens. He only wants to achieve his objective, and while helping the needy is in line with the stated objectives of the church and he does do so when able, it’s secondary to his assigned task. He does change as he gets further into the story, and we’re not gonna ignore that, but we’ll be back to it later. What I mean is more that he is designed as a person who is able to lead a story that doesn’t contradict with the morals of Laterano. He sees the injustice and suffering around him, but that’s not his job, so he doesn’t need to solve it to have a complete story with a happy ending.

This is where it really gets complicated, so I apologize if I don’t explain this very well. I see this as us dealing with multiple layers of fiction: the events of the story, the perspective of the church, and our perspective as readers. Back to the first point - authoritarian institutions almost always use stories to sell people on their brand of order. Simple stories, simple enough that even calling them myths seems like overselling it a little, your “Saint George slays a dragon” kinda thing. This is the point of the second layer, the perspective of the church. I don’t really have an in-world justification for this layer - maybe you could make the argument that it has to do with Law’s perspective on things, but I don’t totally buy that - I think it’s more in a weird narrative transition space for people who don’t read very carefully. Regardless, Fiametta and Executor’s shared indifference to the questionable circumstances surrounding them is designed to let them tell a story to prop up the existing order. Their protagonist status and their missions are specifically constructed to allow them to ignore the suffering around them, and as such ignore the larger questions that might poke holes in the larger order. They’re both playing out the story of Saint George, where they go and find a bad guy and kill them and that’s all there is to it. The story is designed and told specifically for that “that’s all there is to it”.

But, as we said earlier, this is a good critique, and as such it intentionally undercuts this story with the third layer: what we actually see as readers. We are shown the suffering and the injustice, and then get to see our protagonists ignoring that to pursue their goals. This is what gives Guide Ahead’s ending its unique texture, which sets it apart from every other event with a vaguely unresolved ending. We have seen the actual issues with Laterano, and also watched our protagonist explicitly ignore them in favor of her own story. It’s unsatisfying in a way that only really makes sense to me if we as the readers have an understanding of intentional authorship. Whether it be Yvangelista XI or Law or The Actual Real Life Pope, there are issues here that we want to see a resolution to but people are choosing not to address them. Again, it’s good critique. Not only does it push the reader to unpack and understand the actual real-world technique, but it also helps blunt it. You have just seen a plot and protagonist ring uncharacteristically hollow. You then look around to see why that is, and you realize there are many things that should have been resolved that weren’t. The next time you see a story resolve with that same hollow-ness, you know where to look. Surprise! Harry Potter was propaganda the whole time. It’s okay, it was never good, you were just twelve.

I guess the last thing is where we go from here, because Executor’s story breaks this mold somewhat. In Hortus de Escapismo, he has to deal with a mission that isn’t actually bounded by his normal rules, and because of that he actually does have leeway to help the people around him. He starts as someone who is totally mission-focused, but by the end of the event he’s done a total 180 and is blocking Oren’s attack, which makes the mission harder but helps the non-mission-critical civilians of the monastery. He breaks from the rigid thinking of “kill the bad guy and that’s all there is do it”, and gives his attention to the people he isn’t supposed to see. I think this is an indication of the direction we’re going to be headed in the future with Laterano events. The events aren’t going to get better - they’re going to keep being just as morally murky and complicated as in the past - but the characters are going to get better at handling it, and when they do, they’re going to actually start to change things for the better.

Goddamn that was a lot of writing for 1 AM. I still have a. Lot of thoughts on this event with stuff like empathy and Lemuen and Federico being an autistic icon(my beloved) but I’m going to leave things there, I think, because if I write for any longer my phone is going to crash when I try to post this. Anyway if you actually made it to the end thanks for listening to me rambling and I hope that made sense. Cheers.

[edge-oftheworld]

hear me out: shakes (country version)

[blue-jester]

Everyone should stop being afraid of being compared to the sans fandom and make aus interact unapologetically forever. Yes saying "liKE SANS/ONCLER?!!??!?????" whenever you see a character with 5000 aus is cringe culture. Stop it

[ozz-ball]

Ermmmmm uhhhh uhmmmmerrrrrrm

Practicing art stuff but i always use myself as reference so I decided to actually draw like….me

I like my teeth a lot. My mom wants me to get braces but I just love the way my teeth look. She also wants me to get some stuff done to my chipped canine but I LOVE that too! Idk, my teeth work just fine and I like them an awful lot so I don’t get the issue.

Why I drew my tongue? Idk, never drew a tongue in a study before, might as well.

The hand, obviously, was a pain in the ass to draw. I love drawing teeth but hands on the other hand….no thanks. But I managed! I think I fucked up on the fingers but I tried okay 😭🙏,,,,also yes hermit crab scar. I had a hermit crab as a kid and he pinched me, still have a little scar on my hand.

[killmymind]

you know what’s crazy i actually came out to my mom like five years ago and she deadass forgot. ????????????????????? i had to come out twice (the second time i almost killed myself in front of her cause wdym you FORGOT)

[tfa-archived]

Y'know, sometimes I forget that Miguel O'hara is an Oscar boy. I'll just be sitting there watching atsv and being like, "His voice sounds So similar," before common sense kicks in, and I remember he's voiced by Oscar Isaac.

Not quite the same but like - when itsv first came out on digital and I watched it for the first time, I think I knew there were after credits scenes so I watched them, and I remember sitting there listening to Miguel and Lyla banter and thinking to myself (laughingly) "hey wait a minute, this guy sounds kind of like Poe"

and then that kind of sank in after a couple more seconds of hearing him talk, at which point I went "........wait"

[aetsiv]

what's with people and changing shit last minute

[shiftergrl]

so…i shifted!

yes. i did it. it sounds fucking insane to even think about because it took me 5 years to do it and i finally did this morning at like 5am. (i actually don’t know the time but that’s my estimate).

i was having a hard time with shifting prior to it and this morning. i had my friend do a tarot reading on me and it said id shift but i needed to let go.

“coincidentally”, i kind of just woke up out of my sleep randomly and was like, “i guess i should shift.” so i got into a comfortable position, no subliminals, just affirmations.

i started counting and affirming, i said “i am” a few times and what i think i said that helped me the most was, “idc about anything, just my dr. i don’t care about how i feel rn, just my dr. i feel my dr self, i am myself.”

my visualization got stronger too though. like i started saying the most personal things to my dr self’s life and was saying other stuff like, “i feel the sheets, i feel the studio soundboard, i feel what it’s like hugging my members, etc”

that really pushed me to getting to my dr. the next thing i know, i feel a tunnel deadass PULLING me. i could see this blueish white tunnel and my eyes kept blinking, and my heart was beating really fast.

i then heard a voice. my brain automatically said, “that’s rosè” and i was like hell nahhh. i just assumed it was my mom or sister later on in the day but my brain said it was her, not them. odd enough itself.

i felt personal to that reality in a way i’ve never felt before too & i started to get memories & emotions from my dr self.

i could feel myself hugging my s/o from a memory, it was all insane.

i felt her—she was me.

overall, i don’t even see anyone from my dr the same anymore. it’s all different. everything is so different.

i’d say this is proof that you dont necessarily have to see your dr in the 3D for you to shift/for it to be real.

[nottsangel]

how would different theo’s au’s react to you asking them to be a little louder, cuz that turns you on?

toxic!theo — scoffs. “oh, you want me to be louder? ‘s that what gets you off? then beg for it first.” makes you work for it like the cocky asshole he is before giving you what you asked for.

stepbro!theo — “you really want the whole house hearing how good your big brother fucks you?” says it with a sly grin, then groans right against your ear while his deep thrusts make you grip the sheets.

stalker!theo — oh girl, you probably don’t even have to ask ‘cause he’s already loud asf. this man is in heaven!!!!!

dealer!theo — “you just love hearing how fucked out you make me, huh?” teasingly says before he makes sure you get exactly what you asked for. as always, anything for his sweet girl <3

brother’s bsf!theo — deadass rolls his eyes, like it’s the most outrageous request ever. “yeah? so your brother can barge into your room and kill me? i think the fuck not. tsk, stupid girl.”

bsf!theo — “you want to hear how much i love being inside you?” gives you soft, desperate moans and sweet words that make your toes curl. just so. much. praise.

military!theo — pauses for a second, just to register it, then gives you the filthiest string of deep, gravelly groans and muttered praises— you don’t have to ask him twice. “yes, ma’am.” 🫡

new girl au theo — immediately smirks, cocky as ever, feeling proud that you want mattheo and lorenzo to hear you two have sex. “you like the sound of me losing it over your pussy? i gotchu, baby.”

[dollishmehrayan]

# “I BETTER WATCH MY FIVE FOOT TWO MOUTH? FIRST OF ALL” ── .✦ ( batboys w a short!reader ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

dollish note ⋆౨ৎ: as a girl who’s about 5��10-5’11 I might’ve fucked this up but we shall have hope and trustt && also I have about like a lot of inbox requests I need to get too so that’s that but this is in honor of my pookie @cup-of-doodles 🙂‍↕️ tags: (batboys x reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

"Fun-sized? More like FUN-UNSTOPPABLE."

Dick lives for the height difference. He’ll 100% rest his elbow on your head like you’re his personal armrest until you glare at him, and suddenly he’s apologizing with puppy eyes.

Picks you up constantly. Not always for a reason. Sometimes you’re just walking next to him and boom you’re airborne.

“Dick, what the hell put me down?!”

Jokes about getting you a “baby seat” for his car. You respond by threatening to hack the GPS and set it to only play the most annoying sound on loop.

When you try to kiss him and can’t reach, he dramatically gasps, crouches down, and says, “My bad, m’lady. How rude of me to be so tall.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

“Half my size, double the trouble.”

At first, he doesn’t comment on your height. Then one day, you can’t reach the top shelf, and he LOSES it.

“You want me to install a ladder here? Or...should I just carry you around on my shoulder?”

Loves how perfectly you fit into his side when he throws an arm around you. Calls you “pocket-sized rage” when you’re mad.

Teases you relentlessly but deadass threatens anyone who tries to make fun of you.

One time you tried to push him out of the way during an argument and he didn’t budge. You almost fell before he caught you but looked up at him, and he just went, “Gravity’s a bitch, huh?” “JASON PE-“

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

“Do you think if I put you in a hoodie, people would mistake you for a sack?”

Will absentmindedly hand you his coffee cup from the top shelf without realizing you can’t reach it.

You: “Tim, can you help?”

Tim, turning around: “Oh-oh my God, I’m so sorry.” (Immediately grabs it for you and then spends five minutes apologizing.)

You once climbed onto the counter to grab snacks and he caught you mid-typing something on his laptop. Stood there like: “Should I help or see how far you get?”

He finds it absolutely adorable when you wear his oversized hoodies. They drown you, and he’s obsessed.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

“Tt. You are…compact. Efficient for battle.”

At first, he acted like your height was irrelevant. Then he caught you glaring at a shelf that was too high, and he silently handed you the item. No comment. But his smirk? Loud.

Calls you “miniature” during arguments. You kicked him in the shin once for it.

LOVES how easy it is to pick you up and physically move you when you’re in his way. You tried to fight back the first time but realized it was easier to just vibe.

Secretly thinks you’re the cutest thing on the planet but will deny it forever. The only time he slipped was when you fell asleep curled up on his lap, and he whispered, “You’re like a kitten.”, “What?” *cue damian acting clueless like huh?👁️👄👁️*

[shypotatoes013-blog]

Can we fucking talk about this?

I may sound really bad when I say this but it pisses me off to no end that we can’t have this game without men crying for a male mc option or trying to erase the MC. Like no??? This game isn’t for you. The creators made it FOR AFAB PEOPLE specifically. We don’t have shit like that.

It’s always inclusivity this, inclusivity that.

There is PLENTY of BL and other games dedicated to people who enjoy that type of content. Go play it, go read it.

I used to like yaoi. I preferred it over hetero at one point but like there’s liking and then there is projecting in places and insisting everyone else get behind it. You just don’t fucking do that??

Is it really SO BAD that AFAB have something for themselves? Do you have to belittle us and erase us so badly that we just have no spaces for ourselves?

And then saying they’d have better chemistry with another man. 😭 Have you heard the secret times? Have you read the stories or the cards? They are absolutely infatuated with the female body (and I know I used female here I’m sorry but that’s what mc is portrayed as in game.)

It’s not a contest. You can like them, headcanon them with another man. You can do whatever because they’re fictional just STOP ERASING WOMEN. We are allowed to exist in media.

I’m sorry for anyone reading this. I can’t articulate this the way I want to. It just makes me so mad that we deal with so much misogynistic bullshit and can’t have anything. I don’t go around trying to assert myself in spaces that weren’t made for me and I can’t understand why this isn’t an understood concept.

Edit: Also in reblogs

I've already expressed that I did not know how to articulate at the time either and my intention is not to make enemies of anyone. I admit that I could have waited to word that better, thanks for the input. It wasn't well received by my very trans friend either, but she has corrected me on the usage of the term AFAB, amongst other things.

However, I do not care that they want or wish for representation. It's the aggressiveness that some of them exude that is off putting. It's not fair I used general and pointed language and I'll take full accountability.

The erasure is completely removing the MC from the equation when she is the central point of the game. It literally revolves around her. And it was said that she lacks chemistry and that the men would have more chemistry with another man.

Opinions are fine, but when you're deadass serious just because you can't stand to see a female with the LI, that's different and THATS what I'm talking about.

I expressed that it's fine in headcanon and fanfiction because it is fiction. I don't have an issue with that, if you'd read that instead of jumping to that conclusion. I don't give a shit that people ship them together or with other men.

I don't care that they even ship themselves, but the actual hate, and in all seriousness, in lads fandom is an actual thing. It is the lack of acknowledgment that they're (the shitheads) still coming into the fandom and demanding a front row seat because it's "not fair!"

The screens I provided aren't mine. It was sent from a friend, but this is not the first instance I have seen of this and regardless of if it was a joke, it sometimes doesn't feel that way. I could have tempered myself, but I am also tired of tempering my rage.

[jellojelli]

Fontaine Boys: Calling them by their names

Lyney

This guy pretty much made it a thing after you started using pet names that you no longer knew a Lyney, only a baby, sweetie, honey, sugar, etc. So, don't think that pulling this prank will go over his head or that he'll let you off easy for trying to tease him like this. Because Lyney? He will never forget this injustice until he can return that favor tenfold

When you say it, just as he is leaving for work/practice with Lynette, he stalls in the hallway as he tries to process what you just did to him, because surely his sweet, loving, and gorgeous lover would never stop using his pet names without a justifiable reason. This man goes through 4 stages of grief in .2 seconds and basically sprints to the nearest calendar to see the date, anniversary, or birthday he surely must've forgotten

Because, surely, he missed something, right? right?

"Love... did I forget something?" Lyney sounds so different from usual. Almost panicked really.

This can go one of two ways:

If you can keep a straight face and keep calling him Lyney he gets more and more panicked, basically begging at your feet to tell him what he did to deserve such cold, heartless, and diabolical treatment until you give and tell him its a prank

If you can't keep a straight face Lyney can see the devious little smile on your face and pretty much gawks at you in disbelief

either way it ends with him giving you a taste of your own medicine for the rest of the day. Because really, how could you do this to him right before his practice?

So if you can't handle that, don't do that to Lyney because he can be just as teasing and mean about it no matter how much he loves you, and if you keep it up through the whole day too he will continue it into the next day until you stop

or maybe he'll do something about that attitude of yours? ;)

Freminet

Are you a monster?

Genuinely why would you do this to him after all the work it took to get him to accept and also call you petnames?

Fremi thinks the world is ending tbh. He was on his way out to go diving and you just??? dropped this on him?? Are you breaking up with him?? Is he in trouble?? Please tell him it is a prank immediately or he will cry

Just like his brother he rushes to a calendar and checks every box to make sure he didn't miss anything today and for the last month or so just to be sure. And the panic that sets in when he sees that he didn't, now he's really sure you're about to say you don't love him anymore

It doesn't even matter if you can keep a straight face or not because he is in full panic mode and can't think straight enough to see that you're just pulling his leg

This poor boy is taking off his backpack and shoes and either sitting across from you or standing right in front of you with the most pitiful face asking you what's wrong

"My little marintine rose.... y/n honey....what's wrong? Did I... make you angry? Is it the diving? You can come with me, you know I love it when you come with me" Cue the biggest puppy eyes with tears

Please tell him soon that this is just a prank because again, he can and will cry if you keep this up any longer than a few minutes.

Neuvillette

He deadass walks out the door and takes a few minutes outside before he turns around and makes his way back inside calmly. Neuvillette is positive he misheard. His mind is playing tricks, or maybe he's getting old and his hearing is failing him because there is no way you just called him Neuvillette, his full government name, and not Neuvi, baby, honey, love, or something like that

He'd even accept a weird pet name like your fridge or your little hilichurl

The thing about Neuvillette is he knows he didn't forget anything. He will not rush to a calendar or even think to do so because he remembers everything you tell him, even things you say in passing. Like that dress you told him about 2 months ago, or the cute sea otter that you said reminded you of him

"Mon amour.... my love, my life, I think I forgot to tell you that I love you and that I'm leaving" He tries to play it cool, Nevi thinks if he can pretend he forgot to say anything that you'll correct yourself

When you don't, you're pretty sure you can hear thunder rumble in the distance as a storm tries to roll in

Say it's a prank right now or it'll storm for a week straight, he may be a big and tough dragon but he cannot handle this from you

If you crack and smile or start laughing Neuvi is not pleased, he's not pleased regardless when you reveal it's a prank

The storm is rolling in for different reasons now

He won't play the prank back on you but expect some long, displeased stares and some major frowns from him

You almost made his heart beat out of his chest in panic

Wriothesley

Wriothesley almost laughs when you call him by his full name and not at least a Wrio

like there is no way he doesn't know you're being a menace right now

so please be prepared for the entire next week because Wrio is ruthless when it comes to payback and he will get his just desserts

I mean really, Wrio is vicious when it comes to throwing this back in your face

"Oh hey there y/n, buddy, pal, my best friend" for a week straight...

So rude....

He will tell you upfront before he leaves for work when you do this that since he's just some guy you know now that he'll call you his friend from now on

and he will just walk right out the door after that. Not even a glance back or a teasing smirk, just leaves the house and goes to work unbothered for the rest of the day

that's what you think anyway, even though he knows this is a prank he actually is really bothered and talks to Sigwennie about what happened and he's pouting and sulking at work

even the inmates at the fortress can see that their boss is bothered by something

Please say sorry soon and start calling him his cute pet names or he's going to struggle at work and Sigwinne can't deal with this for anymore than a day because Wrio can be insufferable

[quixtrix]

i am very guilty of this but i have a counterpoint; they keep putting him in these goddamn anime girl esque poses and i dont know what else to call him

also i dont think most of us know what the buff term for a twink is. this isnt a joke btw i actually dont know what else to call him

with all due affection i am taking the word "twink" away from the Captain Laserhawk fandom until it can be used responsibly

[sprenthecreator]

Winter Wonderland

Male reader x Karina, Heejin (Lyra), Yooyeon (Nissa) (please don’t bitch about the names again, have some imagination bro idk).

A Red Hot Sloppy Christmas sequel.

word count: 13.3k

tags: elves karina heejin and yooyeon, foursome, oily sex in general, blowjob, anal, assjob, bi, master kink, lot of creampies, rope play, bondage, literally magic cock (i’m deadass serious)

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You had never looked forward to Christmas Eve that much. Never. Not even that time in your childhood when you asked for a Darth Maul lightsaber and a WWE championship belt and counted the days on your calendar every morning. Now you did something similar, but the circumstances were completely different: you were expecting a gift too—a damn nice one, by the way—only this time it was a person.

Well, an elf. The distinction was important.

You had completely neglected to tell anyone about your experience, not even those closest to you. Why? To others it would sound like you took too many hallucinogens that night after dinner with your friends; it was completely stupid, and you knew it. No one would believe you.

But it wasn't like you were too eager to tell anyone about anything either. It was like your wonderful little secret. Like Charlie from Stephen King's Fairy Tale and the secret passageway that leads to the world below: no one could know of its existence, as the repercussions could be catastrophic.

Of course, these 'catastrophic consequences' were just mere conjecture and you were perhaps exaggerating a bit. But what if it happened? Would she never come again? Would you be taken to the North Pole to be judged by an elven court for revealing the secret even if no one would have believed you? These were stupid questions, because in the first place, not a single word would ever come out of your mouth. But still, thinking about it kept you up at night for several nights.

Needless to say, your behavior throughout the year had been exemplary. Normally you wouldn't have needed an elf to tell you that you had to do it in order to really do it; you had always been a kind, helpful, honest man without expecting any rewards for it. But now you knew the reward, and for a whole year you were the closest thing to a Buddhist monk you'd ever been in your life.

So yes, she had to come back. You were sure of it. Mostly to explain to you what the hell happened with... well, you had cummed inside her—a lot—and you thought the baby thing was a joke, but she was too cool and serious about it, and frankly you were terrified by the possibility that there was a mini you with pointy ears making toys and hot cocoa in the North Pole. Not by her existence, but by your absence.

Although, would that mini you really have cared? Would she have told him about you? Questions like that would come and go, turn into a tornado of anxiety and nerves and go away again. You just had the overwhelming need to see her again.

But despite anticipating that day so much, you didn't let your life revolve around it and made plans with your friends as normal. The hangout wasn't all that different from last year: same dinner, same gift exchange, and same drinking session that ended with two of your colleagues lying on the floor stinking of alcohol. You of course didn't let yourself end up in that state, not when you had a pending date at home.

This time you didn't arrive at 1 in the morning, but at 2. You ran up the stairs of the building like lightning, and when you got to your floor you literally ran to your apartment with the keys already in hand. The damn lock was your worst enemy at that moment; you couldn't find the right damn key despite using it every damn day, and when you found it, for some reason it took you longer than usual to finally open the door and go in.

There was a quick way to know if she was really there already, and that was by taking off your shoes. But when you did, the disappointment of not finding the floor frozen like the last time made you sigh. She wasn't there, at least not yet. You weren't going to lose hope. She was surely busy with her elf business.

Unwilling to accept disappointment as a mood at the moment, you hung your trench coat on your coat rack and walked slowly into your living room. Now, the floor might not be cold, but your Christmas tree along with every other decoration was lit, and brighter than usual. That could only mean two things: either the power grid was overloaded and you were about to experience a blackout, or she was coming soon.

For the sake of your sanity you would stick with the second possibility.

The dilemma was now deciding what you were going to spend the time you had to wait on. Several options were running through your head, such as preparing something for her arrival. The thing is, she was an elf, not Santa Claus; you didn't know if the same tastes as the bearded old man would apply to her. It was a silly thing to think about, because who didn't like cookies?

Yes, that's what you were going to do: cookies with a glass of strawberry milk. She was sure to love it.

Decided, you turned around to go to the kitchen, but you had barely taken a step when you heard something behind you, something that made you stop dead: a slight tinkling, almost imperceptible, as if little crystals were brushing against each other in the air. At first it was distant, but as the seconds passed the noise took shape until it sounded like a miniature blizzard. As you turned around, your eyes shined at what was emerging next to your Christmas tree: a sparkling swirl of snowflakes that started small, grew larger until it rose upwards, and slowly materialized into a silhouette. A woman.

Well, an elf. And it's not like you'd seen too many in your life, but she was without a doubt the most beautiful one you'd ever seen. There was no competition, you were sure.

Karina had appeared with her back to you, so she spent a few seconds looking for you on that side of the living room. It wasn't until she turned around that your eyes met. Hers lit up with a cute sparkle, but not figuratively, they literally gave off a little spark the moment she recognized you.

"Master!" she squealed, running with little jumps towards you.

"Karina!" you said back, with a smile so big that your cheeks hurt.

She lunged into your arms, causing you both to fall to the floor. You squeezed her in your arms, both of you laughing.

"I missed you so much, master!" Karina said, kicking her feet, her arms wrapped around your head and her face buried in your neck.

At that moment you noticed something that made you feel like a fool for not having done it before, because it was right in front of your nose. Karina was blonde now. A nice pale blonde that suited her perfectly. And not only that. Her hair used to smell like toasted hazelnut, and now you could smell a faint scent of pine and lavender.

"Really?" you asked with warm cheeks and a silly smile. "I... didn't think you cared that much."

Karina moved away from you and settled herself sitting on your abdomen, with a look of not liking what you had said at all.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" She asked with a frown.

"I mean, uhm... I don't know!" you shrugged. "I thought you'd be so busy at the North Pole that well... you'd have forgotten about me."

Karina fell silent, staring at you.

"You're scaring me," you said.

"Master, you're so lucky that I'm a snow elf and can't commit violent acts!" she held up her finger. "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you!"

"I'm sorry! Can you understand me? I spent a whole week thinking that you were just a very lucid dream."

"But I’m not!" she snapped. You had to say that she looked too cute when she was angry.

"Yeah, you definitely not," you replied with a giggle, and brought your hands up to her hair to feel it between your fingers. "But I remembered you... brunette."

"Oh," Karina looked down and saw the strands you were grabbing, then her cheeks turned as red as one of the baubles on your Christmas tree. "That? Well..." her lips curved into a cute smile. "That's what happens to elves when..."

The soft tinkling of swirling snowflakes interrupted her. You frowned and sat up with her still on your lap, and both of you turned to your Christmas tree. This time it wasn't just one swirl, but two.

"Uhm... Karina, what's going on?" you asked, bewildered.

"It seems my sisters remembered that they had to come with me here tonight," Karina said, and she got up from your lap to go stand near the already rising swirls, arms akimbo and head cocked to the side.

"Wait what?" You stood up and went to stand behind her. "Sisters? Do you have sisters?"

"Well they're not my sisters as such, but that's how we call each other at the North Pole," she replied, as snowflakes took shape. "And… here they are."

From both whirls appeared two girls, both as beautiful as Karina. One of them, the shorter one, had long dark brown hair, and her dress was similar to Karina's, only the skirt was more flared and the red was brighter. The other, slightly taller than the first but still shorter than Karina, had short black shiny hair, and her dress, with two pompoms on the chest, was fastened to her neck like a choker with a red bow. Her dress was the same color as the shorter girl's, but it was considerably shorter to show off more thighs.

"May I know what happened?" Karina asked, while the two girls looked around. "You were supposed to appear with me!"

"It was her fault!" the short-haired girl immediately said with a frown, stepping forward while pointing at the other. "She got distracted feeding a reindeer!"

The other girl, unconcerned by the black-haired girl's accusations, stood beside her with a big smile on her face as she skipped around a bit.

"You should have seen him! He was so cute!" she said, then tilted her head at you over Karina's shoulder. "Oh, almost as cute as him."

The black-haired girl looked at you as well, and they both walked past Karina to stand in front of you.

"Is he our master, Karina?" the black-haired girl asked, staring at you with her hands behind her back.

"Aha," Karina nodded behind them, her arms crossed. "Master, this is Nissa," she pointed at the black-haired girl. "And she is... Lyra! Master has not ordered you to do that!"

Lyra had her arms around your neck, and her face was very close to yours. She had puppy eyes, bright and cute, and from what you could sense over that dress, she had a tight, slim body.

"No, but I read his mind," Lyra replied with a mischievous little smile. "And I already know how he wants us to serve him."

Shit, right. They could do that.

You were still, still not wanting to lay your hands on them from the slight shock you had.

"We must wait for master's orders anyway, silly!" Nissa scolded, and with a tug she pulled her away from you. "It's rule number one!"

"But rules are a pain!" Lyra complained.

"Silence, both of you!" Karina said, and pushed them away to stand between you. "Well? Do you like your gift, master?"

“I…” Your gaze went to Lyra, who seemed eager to be ordered around, and then to Nissa, who looked much calmer and more cautious. “I don’t understand, why are there three of you here now?”

Karina let out a giggle.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She cocked her head. “Because of how good you were this year!”

Lyra and Nissa nodded.

“Very few were as good a person as you, master,�� Nissa said. “Your name was on a list of only two thousand people.”

You raised your eyebrows. Two thousand people. 8.025 billion people in the world, and only two thousand. Boy you were screwed as a society.

“And of course Karina set herself aside exclusively for you!” Lyra added. “Then we were ordered to come with her.”

“And that’s why there are three of us instead of one, master,” Karina finally said. “Triple fun, don’t you think?”

"Triple fun indeed..." you nodded, looking at the three of them carefully. But your gaze ended up landing on Nissa. "Is there a reason why your dress is so short?"

You knew the answer: nice fleshy thighs. But you hoped she would use her powers to make you confirm something. Nissa didn't disappoint you, as she turned around, looked over her shoulder at you, and lifted her dress to confirm your suspicions: her ass was pretty and round, and very spankable.

"For this, master," she said. "Because I know you can have fun with it. Come, touch it please."

You reached out and placed your hand on one of her buttocks. You took a few seconds to feel how soft it was, and when you squeezed it, it felt like a delicious marshmallow.

"Very nice..." you nodded, removed your hand, and then looked at Lyra. "And what about you? Any qualities you'd like to highlight, darling?"

"I'm tight, master," she grabbed your other hand, bringing it under her dress and then between her legs to let your fingers against her slit. Instinctively you rubbed it over her panties. "Very, very tight."

"Fuck..." you muttered and then looked at Karina. "And what about you?"

"Me?" Karina pointed at herself. "I'm yours, master. For a year now. Do you need me to say anything else?"

"Absolutely not, come here," you said, and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her into a kiss.

Karina welcomed your lips with a cute sigh, as if she had been waiting for that kiss as much as you. She clung to your neck with both arms, one hand on your back and the other in strands of your hair. You roamed your hands over every corner of her body: waist, back, arms, thighs and ass, each part slightly fleshier than last year.

"Girls," you said, pulling away from Karina's lips for a moment. "Feel free to read my every thought and act on it as you see fit."

"Yes, master," you heard them both say as you kissed Karina again.

Lyra immediately latched onto the left side of your body and began to fill that side of your neck with kisses, one hand on your abdomen under your sweater and the other on your lower back. Nissa got behind you, and with Lyra's help she pulled your sweater off. She then planted her lips on your back, tracing a path of kisses that covered your shoulder blades, your nape, and the side of your neck that Lyra couldn't reach.

When your kiss with Karina got intense you let yourself go, pulling down the top of her dress to let her tits fall and pulling up her skirt so you could squeeze her buttocks between your fingers. Lyra unbuttoned your pants, and Nissa slipped her hand inside your boxers to grab your cock. The touch of her fingers felt cold at first, but she must have used her powers in some way, because within seconds her hand started to feel warm against your skin; that felt amazing, especially when she cupped your balls and massaged them, now with one hand rubbing your chest.

Lyra lowered her kisses from your neck to your collarbone, and then slowly moved down your chest until she got on her knees and reached your abdomen. She placed wet kisses there, slowly around your navel and near Nissa's wrist as the short-haired girl stroked your cock under your boxers. Your pants were a nuisance when she tried to lower her lips further, so she grabbed them from the curb and, along with your underwear, pulled them down to your ankles.

"Oh... your cock looks delicious, master," you heard Lyra say, and then you felt her lips on your thigh, near your crotch. Nissa was slowly stroking you, and now Karina was also playing with your balls with her tits pressed to your chest.

You pulled away from Karina's lips, looked down at Lyra, and put a hand on her cheek to rub it with your thumb.

"Wanna taste it?" you asked between gasps, as Karina and Nissa were fondling your cock in all sorts of ways.

"I do what my master..."

"No," you interrupted her. "Just answer my question."

Lyra looked into your eyes, and held your gaze as she took your cock between her cold fingers. Karina and Nissa took the cue and knelt down as well, Nissa taking the right side and Karina the middle. It was then that Lyra, without foreplay or warning, took you into her mouth to slowly suck on your cock, between long moans and deep breaths. She pulled out within seconds.

"I'd love to, master," she replied, and along with the other two girls began to fill every corner of your shaft with wet kisses. "Even if it barely fits in my little mouth."

"Then come on," you said between gasps, watching the three girls soak your cock with their lips. "Have fun with it."

"Master," Karina said, as Lyra and Nissa each took one of your balls to lick and suck on. "May I use my powers on you?"

You frowned.

"For what?" you cocked your head.

Karina smiled, bringing a finger to your tip to collect a drop of precum and bring it to her mouth.

"You'll see," she said, and gave your tip a lick. "For now just enjoy."

With that said Karina was next to take you inside her mouth. You immediately had flashbacks of your past encounter with her; it felt just as warm, and she kept her skill with her tongue intact. The pace she kept was also the same: slow, deep, making sure your cock was covered in her saliva. You moaned a few times, and she imitated you, horny just by the fact that she was giving you so much pleasure.

You wanted Nissa to be next, and so your wish was granted. The black-haired girl waited patiently for Karina to take you out of her mouth to take you in hers. Like Karina, Nissa pumped her head slowly and torturously, gently sliding down every inch of your cock as she could thanks to how slippery it was.

Lyra was eager to take her turn as well, and you could tell she was getting very impatient, because she was moaning over and over again, kissing the inches of cock that Nissa didn't have in her mouth with her hands clinging to your thighs. In your head you gave the order for her turn to be given, and Nissa complied immediately.

"Fuck, finally," Lyra said, and took your cock in one hand before sinking her mouth there.

For the first time, you felt like how you liked things wasn't the most important thing, because as soon as she caught you between her lips, Lyra started pumping her head like a demon, fast and disastrous, in complete contrast to the work Karina and Nissa had done so far. You weren't bothered by it, on the contrary it got even more moans out of you. But the other two girls seemed confused, since they knew that those weren't your preferences.

If that wasn't enough, Lyra surprised you by taking you completely inside her mouth. You expected that because of the size ratio between your cock and her mouth she would gag, but that didn't happen. She kept you in her throat while the saliva poured out in thick drops. Seconds later, she kept pumping her head like nothing, until without even noticing you came inside her mouth.

"Oh my fucking...!" You brought your hand up to cover your mouth in order not to curse anymore, as Lyra milked your cock using her lips and fingers at the same time. She swallowed every drop, letting the saliva spill out but not your load, and after a few moans around your shaft, she pulled out to show you her cum-filled mouth.

"M-Master... did you like that?" Karina asked, afraid that Lyra might have been too reckless.

"I..." you gasped, looking down at Lyra as she swallowed your cum. "I loved it."

Karina and Nissa sighed in relief. Lyra just smiled from ear to ear.

"Very well, now look at this," Karina said.

Karina placed her outstretched hand beneath your cock, and with a subtle flourish of her fingers, caused a cold blizzard of tiny, sparkling snowflakes to spread across every inch of your shaft. When the blizzard cleared and she finally took hold of your cock to stroke it, you felt no trace of sensitivity whatsoever.

“What the...” you raised your eyebrows. “That’s… perfect!” you chuckled. “What else did you do?”

“Your cock won’t go limp unless you want it to,” she replied. “And you can give us as many loads as you want, master.”

“Does that mean my cock is magic now?”

That got a giggle from her.

“You could say so.”

“Great,” you smiled. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

“We’ll go wherever you want, master,” she said.

“Follow me then, please.”

You helped the three of them to their feet and led the way to your room. Inside everything was neat and tidy; you had made sure of that before you left your house that night, thinking exclusively of that moment when you would have to greet a pretty elf—three, in this case. They entered first, and you closed the door behind you before moving around them and going to sit on the bottom edge of the bed.

“Nissa, come here sweetheart,” you said, your hands resting on the mattress.

Nissa walked over to you, standing between your legs and turning her back to you, to lift her skirt and sit right on top of your cock, squeezing it between her buttocks. She ground her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against your shaft with her hands on your knees. You brought your hands to her waist and then slipped one under her dress to rub her lower back.

“You like my ass, don’t you master?” Nissa asked, looking over her shoulder at you with her lips slightly curved.

"Oh I love it..." you replied, watching your cock being kneaded between her ass cheeks. "It's so fucking pretty."

Karina and Lyra, of course, knew exactly what to do even if you weren't going to speak directly to them. They each climbed into bed with you, Lyra on your left and Karina on your right, both kissing either side of your neck and groping every part of your upper body.

You hadn't indulged in laying your hands on Lyra, so you reached out and wrapped an arm around her small frame to press her against you. She immediately sought out your lips, and upon finding them you merged into a messy, tongue-swirling kiss. Her dress screamed for you to unwrap it like a nice Christmas present, which you did with the help of the hand you had on her back. The garment gave way quickly, and now Lyra was completely naked except for her panties and boots.

You did the same with Karina, an even easier task than the first since you had already done half the work a few minutes ago. You squeezed them both against you, Lyra with her tight, toned petite body and Karina with her heavy tits. You kissed Karina first, but only took a few seconds before moving back to Lyra and her restless tongue. Despite this inclination, for both bodies you devoted careful attention with your hands, emphasizing both asses and both already wet pussies.

Nissa was still working on your cock. She had pulled off her panties, and had slobbered on your cock with her hand to give you an assjob that had you panting against Lyra's lips. At one point, her ass felt so good that you couldn't help but grab your cock, have her rub the tip between her folds, and straighten it so that Nissa impaled on every inch.

"Mmmmgh!" Nissa moaned, holding on tightly to your knees with your cock all the way in her warm, wet pussy.

"You like the way it feels, sweetheart?" you asked panting, and gave both of her ass cheeks a squeeze so she began to slowly move up and down.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that, master," she replied, looking straight into your eyes as she moved over every inch of your cock.

"Just answer," you insisted, one hand now on her lower back. "And take off that dress."

Nissa complied, taking a few seconds to pull her dress over her head. Now completely naked—except for her boots, like Karina and Lyra—she bounced ever faster on your cock, filling your room with cute moans.

"I love the way it feels, master," she moaned. "You'll make me cum a lot tonight, won't you?"

"Only if that's what you want," you said, giving her a small spank that made her moan louder. "Is that what you want?"

"Why does it matter what I want, master?" Nissa managed to ask despite being so agitated. "We are your gift this Christmas. What you want is what matters."

"Wrong," you gasped, reaching out again to grope Karina and Lyra's asses. Lyra's was firmer, and Karina's was fleshier. "None of this makes sense to me if I'm the only one enjoying it, so I do care a lot about what you want."

You heard Karina giggle to your right.

"And that's why you earned the three of us here, master," she said, and grabbed your face to make you kiss her again.

Nissa slowed down considerably, but now she moved harder and deeper. Surely that had a lot to do with what you had told her, because every time she slammed her ass into your pelvis she moaned long and hard. She was one of those girls, noted.

After a few seconds of kissing Karina you moved back to Lyra, while you pulled down both pairs of panties enough so you could play with both pussies comfortably. You put a finger in each one, pumping at a steady pace. Lyra moaned against your lips, and Karina clung tighter to you with one hand on your arm and the other on your shoulder.

"I want to eat your pussy," you gasped against Lyra's lips. "Both of you. You know what to do."

Karina and Lyra got down to business, while you just let yourself fall back to lie down and let the magic happen. They both turned their backs to you, separated their knees and moved a little towards you so that you had both asses on either side of your face, which you just had to turn a little. Now, with minimal effort, you could have a whole ass feast, quite literally.

You first turned to the right and focused on Karina's pussy, delighting in that exquisite taste you missed for so long. Not long after, you turned to the other side, now tasting Lyra's tight little pussy. You alternated between each one, unable to give more attention to one than the other. Nissa, on the other hand, had now returned to the usual rhythm, and bounced again and again against your cock until she finally came.

"C-can I keep going master?" You heard her say as you had your mouth buried in Lyra's pussy. "I've never felt this fucking good and… mmmgh!"

"Let me do it for you baby," you said, and sat up to stand with her, turn her around and make her get on her knees at the edge of the bed. She dropped forward immediately, hands on the mattress and ass up for you. "Oh, you can do like... things with each other? You know."

"We're not related," Lyra replied. "So you can safely order her to eat our pussies, master."

"You heard her, sweetie," you told Nissa with a couple of pats to her lower back before taking the reins and fucking her hard from behind.

Lyra and Karina lay on their backs next to each other, pulling their legs up to their torsos to hold them there with their own arms, making it easier for Nissa to do the job as you hammered her pussy like you were doing.

Nissa moved from side to side between moans, making sure to be even with the use of her mouth and tongue and even fingering them. The first to cum was Lyra, who had been horny for quite a while now and it wasn't hard to get her over the edge. Seconds later it was Nissa herself who came, unable to contain the pleasure already building up in her body. It wasn't until half a minute later that Karina came too, thanks to the joint work of Lyra, sucking on her tits, and Nissa, eating her pussy and fingering her.

"Only you're missing, master," Nissa said between gasps, looking over her shoulder at you. Her face was flushed in every corner, and her raven hair was messy. "What are you waiting for to fill my warm elf pussy?"

Your response was a spank that made her squeal. Your climax was pretty close, but the trigger was seeing at that very moment how Lyra and Karina kissed in the hottest, messiest, and mind-blowing way possible. You grabbed onto Nissa's waist, and with one hard thrust you came inside her between moans.

"Mmmgh yes, just like that," Nissa moaned as you filled her pussy, one side of your face resting against her crossed arms. "That feels good huh?"

"Oh it feels amazing, fuck," you gasped, hands on her buttocks. When your climax passed, you pulled out of her and took a step back. "Aight... the first one to get to clean up will be next."

Karina's reaction time was so fast that she didn't even give Lyra a chance to move. Within a couple of seconds she was already at your side to bend down and clean your cum from Nissa's pussy, while Lyra was still on the bed, with a frown and a slight pout that you found adorable.

"Don't be like that, cutie," you told Lyra with a smile. "If you know what I have in mind for you right now, you'll know that it will be worth waiting a little."

Lyra looked at you for a second, and the pout transformed into a small knowing smile. She pulled out a hand, and made a pair of ice-white but sturdy-looking handcuffs appear in her palm. But that wasn't the main attraction. A few seconds later, tied to her body appeared a series of red ropes, intertwined across her entire torso; these formed a star on her chest, with her tits protruding on either side of the lower point while the upper end was around her neck and the side ends under her armpits. The abdomen part formed a diamond with her belly right in the middle. She didn't have any limbs tied at the moment, so she could still move freely. For now.

"You're very naughty, master," Lyra said with a giggle, pulling Nissa towards her to remove her dress and leave her on equal terms with her and Karina. "Luckily for you, I'm very happy being naughty."

Karina grabbed your chin and made you look at her.

"Hey, you'll have time for her," she said, pressing herself against you so you could wrap your arms around her. "I won."

It was the first time she spoke to you like that, directly and without formalities, as if she were your equal and not as if you were a person superior to her. It was strange not to hear her call you master, but it drove you crazy.

"Yeah, keep talking to me like that," you smiled, bringing a hand between her buttocks to rub her folds. "It makes me want to fuck you even harder."

Karina tilted her head and smiled back at you, bringing her hand down to rub your cock.

"Oh yeah?" she said, then bit her bottom lip. "Then fuck me hard. I dare you. Fuck me until I cry."

It felt bad to know that you would have to make Lyra wait a little longer, but the way Karina had said that had struck a chord in you. It wasn't your fault tho, how could you not comply with such a request? It would be a sin not to. Besides, you had the perfect idea.

"Lyra, darling," you said. "Will you please let me have the cuffs?"

"All yours, master," she said now on top of Nissa, making out with the short-haired girl as she handed you the cuffs.

"I thought you would use that for Lyra, master," Karina said as you reached out an arm to take the cuffs.

"I found a better use," you replied, and turned Karina around so that her back was to you. "She'll already have the ropes."

"And what do you think... oh!" Karina trailed off as you made her bend down as far as possible without bending her legs. Then you pulled her arms straight up, held her wrists together, and put the handcuffs on.

"Just like that," you said, and with one hand holding her wrists, you took your cock and slowly took it inside her, in one smooth movement that made you moan out loud.

"Mmmgh fuck!" Karina moaned, tensing her entire body at the inability to move. "Oh yes, do whatever you want with me master. After all I'm just your pretty sex slave. Pound my pussy hard and fill it with your warm load."

God damn. What would the bearded old man think of her if he heard her talk dirty like that? It definitely wasn't your problem, and since it wasn't, you started fucking her like you'd been wanting to do for the past 365 days.

Karina brought out her obedience and durability from that moment on. You fucked her fast, hard, pounding her from behind with such force that the thrusts reverberated through the room, and despite that, she held still for you without complaint, perfectly assuming her role as sex slave.

"Don't you think it would be nice to see those pretty ass cheeks lit up in red, master?" Lyra asked from your left, kneeling at the edge of the bed with Nissa behind her kissing her neck and rubbing her clit.

You held Karina's wrists with your right hand and reached out with your left to reach Lyra's pussy and slide two fingers inside. She moaned and held onto your wrist with one hand, while the other was behind to grab Nissa's nape.

"Very good," you nodded between heavy panting breaths, focused on keeping up the pace. "But you'll be the one to decide if it's enough."

"Count on it," Lyra moaned as you pumped your fingers in and out of her pussy, which you could already get a sense of how tight it was.

Taking advantage of the fact that Karina had no choice but to keep her arms in that position, you let go of her wrists so you could drop the first spank. Of course, one wasn't enough; at least ten more followed, making Karina whimper until Lyra gave you the signal to stop.

"Oh look at that master, they're beautiful," she pointed at Karina's ass cheeks between gasps, as you were still fingering her and Nissa was making quick circles on her clit.

Karina's ass cheeks were indeed beautiful beneath that pigmentation: bright red, the color of Lyra and Nissa's dress. She looked over her shoulder at you, and you smiled as you noticed you were complying with her request as she was crying out in pleasure.

"You like that baby?" you asked, clenching your jaw as you hammered her pussy.

"Yes!" she screamed instantly. "Yes fuck yes! And I'm going to... mmmgh!!"

Karina exploded into spasms, her trembling legs about to give out. You slowed down considerably so she wouldn't be overwhelmed, and that allowed you to focus on Lyra.

"And you?" you asked, adding a third finger into her stiflingly tight pussy. You pumped fast, as much as you could with your non-skilled hand. "Cum, cutie, and look into my eyes."

Lyra held your gaze in a show of unconditional obedience, even though her face looked like it was about to melt with pleasure. Only a few seconds later your and Nissa's work finally paid off, when Lyra dug her nails into your wrist and climaxed with a long moan that made your eardrums vibrate.

As Lyra came, you pulled your fingers out of her and let Nissa take over since you weren't done with Karina yet.

"Nissa, baby, push her away," you said, referring to Lyra.

Nissa nodded and picked up Lyra to carry her to the side of the bed, leaving that space at the edge free for you to make Karina get on. The blonde girl settled herself with her ass raised, knees wide apart and face against the mattress. You removed the handcuffs, only to bring her wrists together behind her back and put them back on. Then, with both hands clinging to the front of her thighs, you continued fucking her with all your might.

Karina whimpered against the mattress, biting the sheet and shedding tears. Her body was still shaking from her recent orgasm, but she was happy with that, with you using her without mercy or care. That's what her eyes told, fixed on you while her face went through every possible phase of pleasure, from twisting to complete paralysis, state in which she stayed until she came for the second time.

The time you gave her to assimilate it was minimal; you didn't want to stop for a second, and you were dying to cum again inside that perfect pussy. The non-stop thrusts made her growl deep in her throat, and also made her bury her face in the sheets to muffle her screams. She came a third time, but this time you joined her.

"Mmmgh fuck!" you growled between slow thrusts, putting your hand on the back of Karina's neck to press her face into the bed and fill every corner of her pussy with cum. "Fuck I missed this so much!"

"Yes master, fill me up!" Karina squealed, writhing in pleasure. "Make me more yours than I already am!"

"Is that even fucking possible?" you gasped, balls deep inside her, waiting for your climax to pass before you pulled out of her pussy. "God, I'm sorry, I'm cursing too much."

Lyra let out an incredulous laugh, looking at you lying on the side of the bed.

"Master, you have ropes tied to my body and your biggest vulgarity is swearing?" she asked with a giggle.

"Nissa, clean Karina up, sweetie," you ordered her, and climbed onto the bed to grab her chin and plant a sweet kiss on her lips. "I promise to reward you later."

"Even if you didn't, I'd be happy to do anything you say, master," she smirked at you, her hand over yours.

"And that's why you deserve to be rewarded," you winked at her. "Come on, go. I have work to do."

Nissa nodded, moving past you and going to take care of Karina. Lyra then settled herself right in the middle of the bed, a mischievous little smile on her face and her legs spread wide. You quickly positioned yourself on top of her, hands flat against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Your cock rubbed against her pussy underneath, and she raised her hips to seek more contact.

"Let's see how tight you say you are," you said as you looked into her eyes, to grab your cock and take it inside her, little by little.

And fuck, she wasn't wrong. In fact, her own words didn't do justice to how truly tight that piece of tender flesh was. Lyra smiled mid-moan. It was a cocky smile, as she knew she was completely right by the way you were panting.

"You like it huh?" She asked with a giggle as you were just a few inches away from reaching the bottom of her stifling walls. "Isn't that the tightest pussy you've ever been inside of, master?"

"Oh fuck yes," you gasped, and gave one last quick thrust to let the entirety of your length inside her. "You didn't use any powers, did you?"

"Of course not!" she replied with her hands on your shoulders, visibly offended.

"I had to ask," you shrugged, and leaned into her to crash your lips together and begin rocking your hips back and forth.

Lyra put her hands on your neck and moaned against your lips, keeping her legs open for you to fuck her pussy gradually harder. She had something special for sure. It could be that sassy attitude she carried around that you found so fucking sexy, but it could also be that tight, toned body, or that beautiful face that glowed every time she smiled. Whatever it was, that girl's spark felt like something you could easily become addicted to.

The initial plan was to use the ropes and fuck her in different ways and positions, and while the plan wasn't off the table, you were determined to postpone it just a little bit just to take advantage of every second you had with her and enjoy as many experiences as possible. The good thing was that with this girl you were sure there were no regrets, because every second you spent thrusting in and out of her was a second in which your obsession with that tight little body only increased, and this was entirely due to her merit, because her body language was bold, wild, unleashed. As if she completely forgot the role she was supposed to be fulfilling.

"Does my tight pussy feel good, master?" she asked between moans, as you pumped fast and hard. You held her by the thighs, pressing her knees to the sides of her torso.

"Overwhelmingly good," you gasped, looking into her eyes.

At that moment you felt someone behind you, who wrapped both arms around you and caressed your abdomen and chest. When you felt her tits you knew it was Karina, exhaling hot breath near your right ear. Nissa showed herself on the left; she laid on her side next to Lyra, just to watch you fuck her.

"Make her cum, master," she murmured in your ear. "But choke her, she loves it."

"How do you...?"

"Just do it."

You brought your hand to Lyra's neck, gripping it with five fingers to squeeze hard. The reaction was immediate. Lyra let out a moan that didn't come out of her throat, and held onto your wrist with both hands. Her walls tightened around your cock, making you moan as well. As a final trick you added an extra gear and hammered her pussy with all your might. Not even 10 seconds passed when Lyra's back arched and her body shook in a violent orgasm, unbecoming of an elf according to the little information you had about them.

"I told you," Karina said with a giggle, as Lyra came on your cock. "Are you going to tie her up now? I can do it for you if you want."

"You already know how I want her, so do your thing," you nodded, and let go of her neck.

Karina snapped her fingers, and in the blink of an eye Lyra now had more ropes tied to her body. Her arms were bound, crossed behind her back, and she had another pair of ropes tied to her shins from her thighs. Lyra noticed this and looked down at herself, then smirked at you.

"About time," she said.

"Fuck, that's hot," Karina said from behind you. "Do you want me to do something with her, master?"

"Not for now, sweetheart," you replied. "Right now the orders are for Nissa."

She looked at you, awaiting what you were going to say to her.

"Sit on her face," you pointed with your chin. "Right now Lyra will be ours."

Nissa was happy to comply. Within seconds she was on top of Lyra's face, thighs on either side of her head and hands on her small tits. Lyra stuck her tongue out and ate at the short haired girl's pussy, who moaned and slowly ground her hips.

With that hot scenery in front of you, you continued fucking Lyra's pussy, this time with your hands on her petite waist and Karina kissing your neck. Nissa looked into your eyes, fucking herself against Lyra's face and squeezing her tits, and you were going crazy at how good Lyra's pussy felt and how hot she looked tied up.

"Karina, love, touch her," you said, looking at her over your shoulder. "I want to see how many times she can cum before I do."

"Yes darling," she said in your ear, and went to lie down next to Lyra.

You felt your cheeks heat up, and not because of how turned on you were, but because of being called 'darling' by Karina. It was a small reverie that took you a while to snap out of, but now you couldn't get it out of your head, not even when Karina started rubbing Lyra's pussy and sucking on one of her tits until she came.

Lyra moaned against Nissa's folds as her legs and hips shook. You fucked her through her orgasm, and Karina kept touching her as well. You made eye contact with Karina, and one nod was enough for her to snap her fingers again and the way Lyra was tied up changed. Now her legs were together and raised, and her wrists were tied to the sides of her calves.

With your hands on her thighs you kept thrusting like a madman, making each blow reverberate through the room. Nissa came within seconds, her thighs pressed on either side of Lyra's head, but she kept grinding her hips, not a hint of a sign that she would stop. Maybe it was due to the fact that you wanted her to do whatever she wanted to seek her own pleasure. It hadn't been an order as such, she had simply decided herself. Fine by you. The less orders you had to give, the better.

You and Karina made Lyra cum again as the seconds passed. Her moans came out louder, and the vibrations made Nissa cum for the second time in a row, only now there was a little surprise.

"Oh damn!" Nissa moaned with a hand on her mouth as she lowered herself off  Lyra's face, realizing she had squirted on it.

"What the..." you raised your eyebrows, now pumping slower against Lyra's pussy.

"I'm sorry Lyra!" Nissa said, looking at the girl's soaked face, worried.

"Are you kidding?" Lyra asked, gasping for air, as if she had run the Tour de France. "That was fucking hot, let me fucking kiss you right now."

"Are you... sure?" Nissa tilted her head.

"I would pull you in for a kiss right now if my hands weren't tied."

Nissa didn't hesitate to lay down beside her, on the opposite side of Karina, to grab her by the neck and kiss her. You started moving again, and now Karina got up to kneel behind you again, running a hand in front of you and bringing it to your balls to hold them while you fucked Lyra in search of another climax.

"Come on baby, fill that tight little pussy," Karina said in your ear, then sucked on your earlobe. "I feel those balls full and ready to cum inside that petite body."

Karina kept calling you all those cute words, and you thought you would explode with love at any moment. Thinking about it distracted you again. Lyra, thankfully, drew your attention back to her by breaking the kiss with Nissa and looking you straight in the eyes.

"Oh fuck fill my pussy already, master!" she squealed. "I need that fucking load inside me!"

Karina snapped her fingers, and a rope appeared around Lyra's head at the level of her mouth to keep her quiet. You hadn't commanded that.

"Hey, watch that mouth!" Karina scolded her. Ironic.

Lyra frowned, frustrated for a moment by the inability to speak. But when you gave Karina the mental command to make the ropes holding Lyra's legs and wrists disappear and only the ropes around her mouth and torso remain, you had her moaning and biting the rope as you pounded into her pussy as if she hadn't already cum three times before.

With Karina holding your balls and exhaling hot breath on the back of your neck, it was easy to reach the downhill slope that would lead you to your climax. You clenched your jaw, leaned forward a little, and now put two hands on Lyra's neck, both squeezing until every sound that came out of her throat was cut off. In the final stretch you got quicker, at a pace you didn't even know you were capable of, until with one last sudden thrust, you came inside the tightest pussy in the North Pole.

You groaned through clenched teeth, pumping slowly to get every drop of cum inside her. Lyra was holding your wrists with both hands, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. You were sure you were squeezing maybe too hard, but you were unable to loosen your fingers when the sensory stimulation was so overwhelming to you.

"Oh yeah..." Karina moaned into your ear, massaging your balls. "I can feel those balls emptying inside that little pussy... Oh! They're full again," she giggled.

"You three are amazing, you know that?" you asked between gasps, regaining control of your motor skills to release Lyra's neck.

"It's the reward for a wonderful man," Karina said into your ear, and she pulled you into a hug from behind to kiss your cheek. You decided to ignore it so you wouldn't curl up like an armadillo and giggle like a fool.

"Oh right, speaking of rewards..." your gaze went to Nissa, who was pampering Lyra and wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's your turn for another bit of fun, sweetie."

"How do you want me, master?" she asked, glancing at you as she was focused on Lyra being okay. "I know what's going through your head right now... but I'd like you to say it."

"I want to fuck your ass," you said, finally pulling out of Lyra's pussy after about fifteen uninterrupted minutes. Your cum spilled out in a thick river onto the sheet. "All three of you."

"And...?" Karina asked, already knowing what you wanted as well. You could tell she was excited, as you two had previous experience with it.

"And I want us to get a little... slippery."

"Yay!"

It seemed like Karina had everything premeditated in her head already. She snapped her fingers, and beneath you appeared a red, waterproof plastic blanket that covered the entire bed.

"Oh... this is new to me," Nissa said, looking at the blanket beneath her.

"Not to me," Karina said, and positioned herself to your right to show you what she held in her hand. It was a moderately sized glass jar, molded into the shape of a snowman with a hat. The liquid inside was clear, and it was obvious what it was. "The honors are yours, sweetheart."

You took the glass jar and looked at Nissa and then at Lyra, who already looked composed after the wild mess you had just gotten out of.

"Can you get on your knees?" you said.

"Are you implying that I'm tired and that I'm out of energy, master?" Lyra asked, raising an eyebrow, and with a haughty expression she was the first to kneel up, sitting on her heels. "I feel underestimated."

You chuckled, moving to the bottom edge of the bed to make room for them. Lyra took the center.

"Forgive me for worrying about you, then," you said, as Karina and Nissa took the same position on either side of Lyra.

First in line was Nissa. The short-haired, chubby-cheeked girl stood expectantly, her gaze fixed on the jar of massage oil. You knelt in front of her, cupping her chin so she looked into your eyes, and caressed her jaw with your thumb.

"Have you ever done anything like this?" you asked, really stupidly because she was a Christmas elf, surely they didn't fuck each other oiled up.

"Clearly not, master," she replied. "Is it... sticky?"

"Slippery," you corrected her.

"That's why the plastic blanket?"

You nodded.

"It'll feel good for you, I promise."

"Well, alright," she nodded with a small serene smile. "I trust you, master."

"Should I start then?" you asked, removing the snowman's hat and opening the jar.

"Stop asking so many questions and just do it, master!" Lyra protested from the side. That girl was a different kind of thing indeed.

In order to start with Nissa you positioned yourself behind her and began pouring the oil on her body, making it drip from her shoulders to her back and breasts. After pouring a considerable amount you had her take the jar for you to spread the liquid all over her back, shoulders, and arms. Then you poured a little more, and now you covered her breasts, belly and finally moved on to her thighs. A little over a minute later, Nissa's pale body was well oiled and shiny.

"Oh, it feels... warm," she said, running her palms over her tits. A small moan escaped her lips after rubbing her nipples a few times. "And wow, it feels really good."

"I told you," you smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked past Lyra. You approached her face to face.

"Oh master," she sighed, looking into your eyes and then to your lips before bringing a hand to your cock and slowly stroking it. "You know there's only one place tighter than my pussy, don't you?"

You picked up the jar of oil and poured long lines up and down her tight body before spreading them out.

"You weren't the most well behaved elf in your class, were you?" You raised an eyebrow, spreading oil across her abdomen before moving down to her crotch and rubbing her slit.

"No, she definitely wasn't," Nissa said, glancing at her. "And now she's acting even worse."

"Of course not!" Lyra protested, frowning at Nissa. "You're just the most boring girl!"

"Whatever you say," Nissa shrugged.

As you finished oiling Lyra's toned body you finally went with Karina. She was waiting for you with a sly smile.

"How does it feel that we're finally going to do this after a whole year, master?" she asked, as you oiled her body.

"Unreal," you admitted, avoiding eye contact so as not to blush but smiling. "But I'm... happy, quite a bit."

"Yeah, I can tell," she giggled. "That's why I'm this happy too."

"You elves can sense emotions?" you asked, running oil down her tummy and thighs.

"Uhm, not exactly," Karina shook her head softly. "But I can sense yours because well... we're bonded."

You paused with your hands on her thigh, then looked up at her.

"Bonded?" you frowned.

Karina's cheeks lit up with a light blush.

"I think I'd better show you when we're done here," she said.

"Can't you just tell me?"

"No, it's something you need to see."

You heard Nissa and Lyra giggle to your left. They knew things, but they didn't seem willing to tell you. You weren't going to push it either; you'd have time later.

"Okay okay," you nodded. "No pressure."

"Thank you honey," Karina smiled, and gave you a peck on the nose. This time you couldn't help but blush.

You worked for the next minute in silence, putting the finishing touches before leaving Karina on equal footing with Nissa and Lyra.

"Very well master," Karina took the jar from your hand and moved to the side. "It's your turn, come on, lie down."

You didn't object and waited for space to be given to you to lie down in the middle of the bed. Immediately the girls knelt at your sides, Karina on your left and Nissa and Lyra on your right. Karina didn't wait for you to give her the green light, she just started pouring the oil all over your body. Having finished, the three girls put their hands on you.

The girls divided up the areas of your body: Karina had your entire upper torso, and Nissa and Lyra from the waist down. Karina and Nissa were gentle, spreading the oil over your chest and arms and down your legs respectively. But Lyra, being the unstoppable force of nature that she was, had gone straight for your cock and was shamelessly groping it, spreading oil all over that area but at the same time jerking you off.

"Lyra..." you gasped, but a nervous giggle escaped you as well. "That's not what you're supposed to be doing."

She turned to look at you, moving her hand faster on your cock. It slid so smooth and felt so good that you moaned.

"Oh no?" she gave you the eyes of an abandoned puppy. "But I feel your cock very, very slippery, master."

"Yes but..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Fuck it come here."

You pulled her by the arm so she landed against your side. Your slick bodies came into contact immediately, her small breasts pressed against one of your pecs. You kissed as Karina and Nissa finished the job, and you brought your hand to Lyra's ass to put a finger directly inside her butthole.

"Oh fuck!" Lyra moaned against your lips, and began to stroke your cock much faster.

"Lyra..." you gasped, trying to get her to stop but at the same time now adding another finger inside her butthole to pump it just as fast. It was a few long seconds before you could muster all your willpower. "Lyra, stop!"

Lyra huffed against your lips, reluctantly releasing your cock.

"Yeah yeah, Nissa will be first," she said, having already read your mind. "Sorry."

"I'm going to kick your ass when we get back..." you heard Nissa say, who looked at Lyra with narrowed eyes.

"Huh?" Lyra frowned and looked at her. Karina giggled.

"Nothing," Nissa looked at you. "May I, master?"

"Go ahead, darling," you nodded.

Nissa turned around and straddled you, her back to you, planting her feet on the mattress in a squat position. She grabbed your cock, brought it between her buttocks and pressed it against her butthole to slowly lower her hips. Your cock was easily engulfed between that pair of pale, pretty asscheeks, and when Nissa rested her ass against your pelvis you both moaned.

"Feels good, master?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at you with her eyebrows raised in pleasure.

"It'll feel better when you use me as your personal trampoline," you replied, and brought your hands up to her buttocks to make circles with your palms there.

"Let me do it?"

"That's what I want you to do."

As soon as she said that Nissa took a few brief seconds to very slowly get into a pace, until she was bouncing hard and fast against your cock. You moaned and gave her a spank that slipped and didn't land as hard as it should have, but it was enough to make her whimper.

You pulled Karina and Lyra to the sides of your body. Now you crashed your lips against Karina's, who purposely rubbed her heavy tits against you. Lyra did something similar, only she was rubbing her pussy against your thigh. With Nissa already jumping on your cock you were able to resume your previous activity, so you put two fingers inside Lyra's ass and did the same with Karina, pumping both wrists quickly.

Nissa bounced on your cock for a while, and she did it without tiring despite going as hard as she was going. She finally came between cute moans, grinding her hips back and forth while her whole body shook with spasms. It was at that moment that you considered it appropriate to give her her well-deserved reward.

You pulled your fingers out of Karina and Lyra's asses and reached out to grab Nissa, pulling her so she was lying on her side on top of you and grabbing her from behind her knees to press them against her torso. All to finally plant your feet on the bed and pump up and down.

Nissa held onto your head with both arms and dedicated herself to filling the room with the most beautiful moans ever heard by man. You didn't know what an angel sounded like being fucked in the ass and mind-melting with pleasure, but it was surely something very, very close to that.

"Come on baby give me another one..." you murmured in her ear. Then you gave her earlobe a light bite and a hard spank to her ass. "Cum again for me."

Nissa tried to speak, but nothing but stutters interrupted by moans came out of her mouth. She kissed you, trying to drown out every whimper until with a violent electric shock, she came just as you had asked. You slowly pumped your hips, being gentle with her so she could enjoy her orgasm to the fullest.

"T-thank you, master," she murmured against your lips, breathing heavily. "For…  always considering what I want."

"You don't have to thank me, cutie," you said, and pulled out of her. "It's the basics for someone who isn't a jerk."

"Master...?" you heard Lyra's voice to your right. Turning, you saw her on her hands and knees. "Are you ready for me yet?"

"It shouldn't even be your turn yet, Lyra," you said, and carefully pushed Nissa off you.

"No, but I know you want to give Karina your last load, so I deserve you to make me cum a few more times."

You chuckled and sat up.

"You talk like I'm the one serving you."

"I talk like I know what you want, master," she said, spreading her knees and arching her back further to make her ass look rather more appetizing. "And I know you want to fuck my ass very, very bad."

Karina sighed, tired of Lyra's reckless attitude.

"Forgive me, master," she said. "It's my fault for having such poor disciplinary methods."

"No need," you said. "Let's give the sassy slut what she wants."

Lyra smiled, and you went to kneel behind her. The first thing you did was put a hand on her left ass cheek and used your thumb to finger her ass for a few seconds.

"Let me guess, you want it pretty rough too, don't you?" you asked, and pulled your thumb out of her asshole to soon replace it with the tip of your cock.

"Oh yeah," she nodded with a moan, propped up on her elbows as she watched over her shoulder as you took every inch of your hard, throbbing cock into her tight asshole. "I like it rough, so don't hold back for anything in the world."

"I wasn't planning on doing that," you replied with a hand on her slick lower back, pushing the last few inches inside her. "It's what you deserve for being such an insolent girl."

"Punish me then, master," she moaned as you began to move slowly. "About time you do."

The first spank was quick to fall, and more followed as you increased the pace of your thrusts. Unlike Karina's ass, Lyra's ass took a little longer to turn as red as Rudolph the Reindeer's nose, perhaps due to the layer of oil that reduced contact. But when you had accomplished that task you grabbed a handful of her brown hair and pulled on it as hard as you could, making the smacks of your pelvis against her ass reverberate like applause throughout your room.

Lyra went crazy with screams and grunts, and thank god your nearby neighbors spent Christmas outside the building, because at that hour of the morning you would have gotten into a huge amount of trouble with all the fuss that girl was making.

"You like it like this huh?" you asked through clenched teeth, and gave her a harder tug to make her respond. "Huh?!"

"Mmmgh fuck, yes!!!" she whimpered, desperately searching for something to hold on to since the only thing you had underneath you was the red plastic blanket. "Just like fucking like that, yes!!"

A few thrusts later Lyra came, but you continued, not letting up for a single moment. She screamed and squirmed, but within seconds she dropped the side of her face against the blanket and lay still for you again. Taking advantage of her submissiveness, you made her lay on her stomach flat so you could lean forward, grab her chin to make her look up at you, and spit right in her face as you fucked her now prone bone.

"Oh fuck yeah do that again," she growled, and stuck her tongue out for you. You spat on it after a few seconds, and she moaned louder.

You gripped your hand around her neck, as best you could despite the angle you were at. You weren't squeezing too hard, but it was enough to make Lyra cum again, smothering your cock with her butthole walls and making you moan along with her. It was a miracle that you didn't cum on the spot, in fact, you had no idea how that hadn't happened. A moment ago you would have easily exploded because of how good it felt when Lyra cummed and all of her body seemed to go tighter.

With your lungs about to explode from exhaustion, you looked up, and by pure chance you found the answer to your question. Karina was staring too intently at your crotch, with a finger discreetly raised and her eyes a little brighter than usual. Of course.

When she noticed you were looking at her, she lowered her finger, her eyes returned to their normal color and looked at you with an innocent little smile. You weren't going to comment on it, but it's not like it bothered you. In fact, it was just another thing to be grateful for.

"Satisfied, reckless slut?" you asked Lyra between gasps, kissing her on the forehead.

"Only for now," she replied, and managed a mischievous smile.

You pulled out of Lyra's ass and went to lay down in the center of the bed again, right next to Karina, who didn't hesitate to straddle you, grab your face and crash your lips together, already having you all to herself.

The make out session lasted longer than expected. She was more than happy just kissing and rubbing your slippery chests together, and you were more than happy just groping every corner of that perfect body. But soon that last load in your balls was demanding and screaming to be released, and knowing this, Karina raised her hips and brought your cock to her ass to slowly impale herself on it.

"Oh lord," Karina moaned with her hands on your chest as your cock was already halfway in. "Why the hell didn't we try this a year ago?"

"Because we fell asleep too early," you replied, hands on her waist.

"At least we got some sleep that time," she said, your cock already deep in her ass. "But now dawn is too close."

"Oh, right..."

"Hush," she put a finger on your lips. "Don't think about it and just focus on me, honey."

You looked into her eyes, and for the time number-you didn’t remember-, you blushed again at her expense.

"Y-yeah..." you nodded, and she started moving up and down.

That was without a doubt the most intimate moment you had all night. It was just the two of you, her cupping your face and caressing your cheeks as she kissed you, and you running your hands up and down her back and then hugging her tightly. Karina didn't want to go too much faster than she was going at that moment, and it wasn't necessary either; the rhythm was more than perfect, deep and sensual, so that both of you felt every movement with every fiber of your bodies. You moaned against her lips, and she against yours.

"I'm going to cum, honey..." she moaned against your lips after a few minutes. "Cum with me, will you? Yeah?"

"I'll be happy to, fuck," you panted, your hands squeezing her tits and then bringing them to her buttocks and squeezing them. "You keep going, keep going!"

Karina now did pick up the pace a little, just to speed up a few seconds what was inevitable. Towards the end she bounced on you hard, and raised her body a little so you could see her tits jiggle with each blow. You couldn't help but take one into your mouth, suck on it and hold on to Karina's body with both arms until you both came in a series of deep moans.

"Mmmgh fuck yes darling!" Karina whimpered as you came inside her ass, and she took her breast from your mouth to hug your head.

You buried your face in her neck and filled it with as many kisses as you could, drowning your own moans there that kept coming out until you left your entire load inside her. Your last load of the night. After that the magic would end, and you wouldn't see Karina again for another year. Again.

The two of you took a long time to rest, holding each other close between little cuddles, caresses and kisses.

"Honey... about our bond," she said, lying with her head on your chest. "Do you really want to know?"

Certainly some things were better left unsaid. Ignorance was also a power. But no, that was something you had to know by any means necessary.

"Of course I do," you said. "Why so much mystery about it? Is it a bad thing?"

"It is for some… heartless people," she admitted. "But if you're the man I think you are... it won't be for you."

Your heart skipped a beat. Your mind began to spin and scheme like crazy.

"Okay... show me, please."

Karina smiled and sat up with her hands on your chest.

"I'm afraid you'll have to get dressed first," she said. "And put on something warm too," she then looked to their sides. "Hey! Wake up!"

Nissa and Lyra woke up with a small jump from their slumber. Who knows how long they had fallen asleep, but they both looked equally disoriented.

"Go back home and wait for me at Ysara's Crystal," Karina ordered, then pointed at Lyra. "Ysara's Crystal!" she reiterated, knowing full well that Lyra was the unruly one.

"But don't yell at me!" Lyra whined, and stood up reluctantly.

"He's coming with us, Karina?" Nissa asked, carefully getting out of bed.

"Wait what?" you looked at both of them.

"Yeah," Karina nodded with a pleased little smile. "It's about time he met little Tharion."

"Who?!"

"Shut up and get dressed, silly," Karina patted your chest, and stood up next to Nissa to snap her fingers.

The red blanket, along with the jar of oil and the layer of oil on the three of them, disappeared. Not only that, Karina was now fully dressed and groomed again, as if nothing had happened. Nissa and Lyra also snapped, and now they were fully dressed again as well.

"We'll see you in Glaciora, master," Nissa said, holding Lyra's hand. Then, a swirl of sparkling snowflakes began to envelop them from bottom to top. Seconds later, they disappeared.

"In where?!" you asked again, so confused that you couldn't even move from the bed.

"Honey, get up and get dressed!" Karina urged you. "The sun will soon be setting and my powers won't work here!"

"I'm sorry!" you sat up. "It's just that! I-I! Oh forget it!"

You stood up and hurried to get dressed. You didn't know how to dress warmly, but if you were going where you thought you were going, you'd be perfectly fine with what you were wearing. Ready, you stood next to Karina.

"Look, I'm not going to lie to you," you told her. "I'm terrified."

Karina giggled, took your hand and laced her fingers through yours.

"Why?" she asked. "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you."

"It's just..." you started breathing faster, anxious. "That... you know, thing," you pointed to the floor. "Is it going to take me too? How do you s-"

Karina suddenly shut you up with a sweet kiss on the lips. Yes, blushing cheeks again for you.

"Everything will be okay, I promise," she said, looking into your eyes. "Now shut up and let me do my job."

Karina pointed her finger at the ground and made a small gesture. A few seconds later, that whirlwind you saw in the distance before was now forming around your feet, slow, but increasingly faster, dense and bright. The whirlwind rose up your body, enveloping each of your limbs and then covering you completely. In a reflex you closed your eyes, thinking that some snowflake would get inside you. But that didn't happen, in fact, you felt absolutely nothing more than a tingling sensation all over your body.

And then cold. Intense cold. Accompanied by the sound of the polar breeze and... steam engines in the distance?

"We've arrived, darling," Karina said from beside you, squeezing your hand. "You can open your eyes."

You hesitated to do so, but as soon as you did the last thing you felt was regret.

"What the..." you took a few steps forward, stunned by what your eyes were seeing.

You were standing on top of a snowy hill with some pine trees and grass, and the general passage was filled with tall, rugged mountains, packed with snow on the peaks and slopes. But that wasn't what had you stupefied, but what was in the valley just below the hill you were on.

Calling it a city was a bit of an exaggeration, but the picturesque houses of that beautiful town stretched far into the distance, winding between the mountains. It was a bright, charming place, filled mostly with two-story buildings made of oak wood with plenty of windows, in which you could see men, women, and children living together in a common joy that you knew was due to that time of year. Beautiful. That place was beautiful, and it felt warm, like a home.

"Well... this is where I'm from," Karina said, standing next to you.

"But h-how?" you were still stunned as you looked at every corner of the town.

"You don't expect me to explain how our magic works, do you?" she giggled.

"No, you don't have to," you shook your head. "It's just that... my goodness! This is beautiful!"

"Wait till you take a closer look then," she grabbed your hand again. "Come on, Nissa and Lyra are waiting for us."

The two of you walked down the hill patiently, but you didn't go straight to the town, you took a small detour to the left that led you to a wide plain in the center of which there was an obelisk-like structure right in the middle, at least ten meters tall and made of a crystal that reflected pink and purple lights. Ysara’s Crystal, most surely. Near it were the girls. The first thing Lyra did was make fun of your stupid face as you admired everything, and Nissa just smiled excitedly.

"Hey, before I show you everything do you want to...?" Karina asked.

"Yes," you nodded immediately, not knowing how sure you were of your answer. "Yes, please."

Karina nodded, and led you along with Nissa and Lyra, this time to the town.

The streets were quite different from anything you could have imagined a Christmas elf village to look like. Everyone was dressed in red, yes. But there was no one dressed in a flashy outfit, replete with buttons and all kind of colors. There didn't seem to be a hint of ill intentions on anyone's face either; all the people wore bright, genuine smiles, working in all sorts of places outside of carpentry shops, bakeries, toy stores, or any common job you could find in any other city in the world.

You didn't stop to take a closer look, as you had only one destination for now: Karina's house.

The house turned out to be a small cabin near the foot of one of the mountains. It was definitely meant for just one person, but it looked perfectly cozy and spacious. A fireplace was lit inside.

"Are you ready?" Karina asked you, holding your arm in her hands. You were on the first step of the stairs leading to the door.

"I think so..." you nodded quietly.

"Very well. He's a little shy, so don't worry if he seems scared."

You climbed the stairs, each step feeling like an eternity. Karina knocked a few times on the door, and within a few seconds an older, kind-looking lady, dressed in a long red dress with long flared sleeves, opened it. Behind her, in the center of the room, sat a boy playing with a wooden boat.

Him. Tharion. You couldn't see his face, but his hair was... like yours. Same color.

"Karina, dear!" she greeted, welcoming her with a hug. "You're back! And oh, who is this handsome boy?"

"Grandma, he's..." Karina looked at you, then looked over the lady's shoulder at Tharion.

"Oh!" the lady beamed, visibly happy. "Should I... yeah, I'll go buy some chocolate buns, I'll leave you two with little Tharion!"

The lady walked past the two of you, quickly descending the stairs and grabbing her skirt to quicken her pace into the city.

"Is that your... grandma?"

"Not really, but she raised me since I was little."

"I couldn't even introduce myself properly," you sighed.

"You'll do that later, come on in," she gestured inside.

You did so, hands in your jacket pockets. There were many details inside the cabin that you would have loved to pay attention to, as it was an extremely beautiful place. But your gaze was solely fixed on the child, who couldn't have been more than a year old. Just about the time that...

"Tharion!" Karina called him in a small voice, walking past you to go to the child. "I'm home, sweetheart!"

The child dropped the small wooden boat and raised his arms for Karina to carry him. When she did and turned with the child towards you, you were completely petrified.

He looked just like you.

"Honey... this is Tharion," Karina walked slowly towards you with the child in her arms. "Tharion, he's your father."

Tharion. Your son. With Karina.

Oh... no.

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SPREN NOTES: Well this is definitely my longest uninterrupted smut scene to date. I think about 80% of the piece is smut lol. Hope you enjoyed it tho, especially this ending that sparked my desire for parenthood lmao. AND YES, I KNOW IT'S JANUARY 11 ALREADY BUT FOR ME IT'S CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR ROUND.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Hello darling! Is it alright to ask for an ellie work? Something with just someone overhearing ellie and readers...extracurricular activities and ellie being like:GOOD MORNING :D

Jessie: yes for you maybe? I swear, it cannot be THAT good

Ellie:oh i beg to differ

Reader:JESUS CHRIST

soundproofing not included - ellie williams x reader

hi anon!! i deadass got second hand embarrassment while writing this. I hope you enjoy:)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts and ideas:)

warnings: none

summary: The night was unforgettable—Ellie made sure of that. But the morning? Even more memorable… for everyone who heard it. You were just trying to survive breakfast. Ellie, on the other hand, couldn’t stop grinning. And Jesse? Jesse wanted earplugs and a lobotomy.

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You wake up to sunlight cutting through the blinds, your throat scratchy, body sore in the best way, and Ellie snoring softly into the pillow beside you. Her arm is draped across your waist like a dead weight, and she’s warm, stupidly warm, the kind of warmth that almost convinces you to stay in bed forever—until the mortifying memory of last night punches through the fog of sleep.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, dragging the sheets up to your nose.

Ellie stirs. “Mmm. Morning, baby.”

You don’t respond. You can’t. You’re too busy reliving the exact pitch and volume of your voice when she— nope. Nope nope nope.

Ellie peeks one eye open and grins. “You sound like you’re trying to astral-project out of your body.”

“I want to die,” you mumble.

“Why?” She’s stretching now, clearly pleased with herself, still smug even with bedhead and pillow lines on her face. “Was it not good for you?”

You shoot her a look, and she laughs—open-mouthed and utterly unrepentant. “Oh right,” she teases. “It was that good.”

You don’t get a chance to deny it. Because then—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You freeze.

“Don’t,” you whisper, eyes wide.

The door creaks open, and Jesse’s voice rings out: “You guys done traumatizing the entire fucking lodge or should I come back after breakfast?”

You bury your face in your hands. “jesus christ.”

Ellie props herself up on her elbows like this is a casual Wednesday morning and not the social equivalent of a nuclear bomb. “Morning, Jesse!” she chirps. “Sleep well?”

“I would’ve,” he says, walking into the room with a mug in hand, “if someone hadn’t been trying to audition for a goddamn opera from down the hall.”

You groan.

Ellie shrugs. “Can you blame her?”

Jesse turns to you. “Yes. Yes, I can blame her. And you. Equally.”

You peek out from under the blanket. “It wasn’t that loud.”

“Oh,” Jesse deadpans. “It was loud enough that Manny went outside and stood in the rain for twenty minutes. Said he needed to ‘recalibrate his spiritual energy.’”

Ellie chuckles. “Tell him I’ll make it up to him.”

Jesse stares. “With what? Noise-canceling headphones?”

You’re about to roll off the bed and onto the floor just to escape your own shame. “Can we never talk about this again?”

“No promises,” Jesse says, turning for the door. “Breakfast is in ten. Try not to make any more... soundtracks before then.”

He’s gone before you can throw a pillow at him.

You flop back onto the mattress and groan into the sheets.

Ellie turns to you, all faux innocence. “So... round two?”

You stare at her. She just wiggles her eyebrows.

“Ellie.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

She leans in, presses a kiss to your jaw, and whispers, “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

Breakfast is halfway done by the time you and Ellie walk in, and Jesse doesn't even try to be subtle.

"Ah, the siren awakens."

You roll your eyes. Ellie just salutes with her fork and steals a sausage from Jesse’s plate without shame.

Manny's there too. He looks at you both, sips his coffee like it's laced with holy water, and mutters, "Sinners."

You glance at Ellie. She's perfectly relaxed, legs sprawled under the table, hoodie half-off her shoulder like she’s trying to look casual when she knows she’s the center of attention.

And that smug smirk? Still there.

So you decide right then and there — she deserves some payback.

You lean in, just enough so only she hears, and murmur, “Didn’t know you got that loud when I bite your ear.”

Ellie chokes on her orange juice.

Jesse looks up. “You good, man?”

Ellie clears her throat. “Yep. Peachy.”

You smile sweetly, spearing a piece of fruit. “Weird. You look flustered.”

She shoots you a look that screams don’t start something you can’t finish — but you just give her an innocent blink.

Later, when everyone’s clearing plates, you brush behind her, just barely pressing into her back, and whisper, “You gonna be loud if I do it again tonight? Or should I bring duct tape?”

Ellie visibly jumps. Jesse raises an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

Ellie glares at you, pink creeping up her neck. “Nope.”

You pat her shoulder like you’re proud of her. “Good girl.”

And that does it. Her jaw clenches. Her hand tightens around a fork.

You grin.

Payback achieved.

After everyone filters out, Ellie corners you against the kitchen counter, all intense eyes and clenched teeth.

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

You blink up at her, all innocence and mischief. “A little.”

Ellie leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Keep it up and I’ll make sure they hear you all the way across the field.”

Your breath catches — and her smirk returns like it never left.

You push her away gently, heart pounding, face warm. “You’re evil.”

“And you started it.”

She kisses your cheek like it’s a promise.

[euon111a]

B L O O D L U S T: THE OTHER SIDE

summary: this is the second and last part to Bloodlust, the first part is here.

warnings: themes of violence, death, vampirism, supernatural elements, voodoo/occult themes, mentions of forest sex, light biting, more choking, spitting, fingering (f!receive), power dynamics, dark romanticism, toxic relationship-ish (like barely), piv, barebacking, oral (f!receive), dry humping, slapping, slight masochism, body worship (f!receive/giving), munch remmick

w/c: 8.8k

notes: first, thank you so much for the support on the first part, i deadass thought this would flop. the first part of bloodlust was actually so rough imo, it felt very PG, but I had to post it to get this in, bc i couldn’t force fit this part into one post. so sorry this took so long. i saw this tiktok of munch!remmick and wanted to incorporate him into this, hence the warnings. i know it’s in past tense, and i know some parts are super rushed. i kinda got writer’s block so trust the process. i’ll try to post more consistently, im feigning for smoke so maybe ill do something there, in the mean time, if y’all have any ideas plspls let me know. this part is actually kinda proofread (i read it once), and it’s meant to be read as a memory, not in the present tense. again, no use of y/n, in second pov and afab reader. (this was also supposed to be out last week..but i had finals, and i was kinda procrastinating... enjoy.)

All you could feel was weight.

Heavy.

Unbearable.

Like you weren’t actually you. Your body wasn’t yours. Everything was sitting wrong. Your bones, your breath, that stretch of muscle that was a little too sharp, too tight, as if your own body was rejecting itself.

It was slow at first. Then, too fast. Every sense in you was clawing at each other, fighting each other for dominance. Everything was sharp, violent, torturous, maddening, excruciating. Every breath you took was ragged. Every noise from miles around you was picked up like it was instantly magnetized to your ears. The air itself was heavy. Not cold, or crisp, or dense with that moisture that was always stuck to it, but pressed into your lungs with each labored breath until you just couldn’t breathe anymore.

Everything was peaceful for a moment.

Almost serene.

And just when you swore you saw that bright light, that faint hum and the warmth of someone reaching out to you. Something snapped into place.

Something new.

Your eyes snapped open like you were woken up from a nightmare, as if your mind was dragging behind you. Every thought in your mind was waking up slow, even when your body was already pushing up away from the arm rest you were propped up against.

You had gotten used to the feeling of your body not moving like you wanted it to, your Gramma told you it was normal, that it was the spirits speaking for you. But now, it felt different. Everything was sitting wrong, moving wrong, acting wrong. Like movement itself didn’t belong to you anymore.

Your senses were on overdrive. The world wasn’t coming to you slowly, it was forcing itself onto you. Stretching out thin, pressing down too heavy until you were forced to go with it.

Sound was too clear. Light was too bright, harsh in the way the sun peeks through the window in the morning before you’ve got the time to adjust to it. Every shift of the wind, every scrape of movement against the floor amplified, like the earth was demanding your attention.

Everything was distorted.

Transformed.

Almost disconnected. Like you were awake, but in this prolonged state of blur. Your body was all too aware of every sound, of every movement. Especially that empty pit in your stomach that settled like dust on shelves. It was like every aspect of who you were was alive, buzzing into each other until they were one blob of energy.

Every emotion was happening at the same time. Sadness. Happiness. Despair. Unease. Unsteadiness. Anger. And not that simple kind of anger when you don’t get your way, but something deeper. Louder. Instincts fighting against logic. Everything heightened before they can adjust. Like you were stripped of your skin and your clothes and placed into something new, something that wasn’t you.

Then there was that first moment of realization, of finally knowing nothing is the same, of knowing there’s no undoing it, there’s no changing it. This had to be, even if you were in denial of it.

You hadn’t caught it at first, not until you felt it. That hunger. It was insufferable.

The weight of emptiness pressing into your stomach, heavy into your chest. Not craving, or yearning, but need. Something that was written into your body before your mind could catch up to it.

That struggle between control and impulse, like the body wants things the mind ain’t willing to accept yet.

The subconscious fight against denial, because you can’t really deny it, not with how everything feels.

You hated him.

Couldn’t believe him.

Couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he actually did it.

Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t give you time to process, to fight, to breathe. He just took. Like it wasn’t a big deal. Like it was meant to fucking happen.

You didn’t think it’d happen.

Didn’t think it’d happen like this. Right now. Right here.

Honestly, you weren’t sure what you were thinking.

Maybe you wasn’t thinking.

Maybe this wasn’t what you thought would happen.

Maybe you’d expected the same damn thing Gramma did to get that scar on her arm—expected pain, expected survival, expected a wound that would heal slow but steady. She never told you what happened, but you could assume how she got it. It wasn’t meant to be like this.

Not this.

Not by him.

Not this fear pressing against your ribs like it’s fighting for space between what used to be there and what is now.

Not this hunger. The deep, clawing of something born from the absence of what used to sustain you.

Were you meant to just… die?

Did Gramma know?

Would she know?

Would she cry?

Would she be angry?

Would this hunger go away?

Is this normal?

The world wasn’t the same.

You weren’t the same.

And nothing about this felt normal, but normal didn’t belong to you anymore. It was forever different.

You could feel the steady beat of your pulse slowing, and then stopping, like the body couldn’t handle trying to keep itself alive before altering into something new.

You could physically feel the heat fading from you, the absence, the shiver, the cold. The same kind of lack of warmth you’d get from waking up in the middle of the night from one of your dreams.

With each sharp breath, the slight wetness in the back of your throat, dragging in too much air, like your lungs ain’t sure if they had gotten enough, you could feel it. That tension in your muscles, bracing for something that was coming too fast and too slow.

It wasn’t all at once not like how you thought it’d be. It was gradual, overwhelming, like your senses were set on overdrive. The light burning too bright even after you blinked to try to get used to it, the sound stretching too far, the pain in your neck getting so damn awful you thought you was gonna pass out.

Everything that once felt normal felt strange, you didn’t like the warmth of the candles by the windowsill, or the heat of the fireplace even though it did nothing to warm you up. It was like your body remembered the old rhythm of life how it was before, but refused to follow it anymore. Decided on its own that it was time for a change.

And then you breathed again, not with your eyes closed or the labored breathing right before what was meant to be your eternal rest. But the first inhale, sharp, deep, pulling in air too fast, too much, like your lungs were resetting to accustom to the unknown change, but they didn’t need to.

He had reassured you nonstop when you opened your eyes, when you looked around the quiet living room, when you subconsciously looked around for Gramma but couldn’t find her. Irritatingly enough, he hadn’t left you alone, kept by your side, even though you knew you needed that. Needed that companionship. Even if he was the motherfucker who was putting you through this. Said you didn’t have to like it, but that he’d teach you. Promised you he wouldn’t let you fall apart so long as you trust him.

And you did. Almost.

Your body did. Too quick, too obedient, like your body and your mind weren’t one. Your mind wasn’t in control anymore. Not like it was meant to be.

The first actually movement was slow at first, then too quick, like the idea of control was stuck between struggling, hesitating and this weird newfound strength. You was already moving away from the couch, trying to look out the window for any sign of Gramma.

But the awareness was creeping in. She was gone, he was here, you were new. Renewed. Reborn. Reconstructed to where every step you took set every muscles and nerve in your body on fire. Where you could feel the energy of the air around you, could feel the bend of light even before you turn to look at it.

“I’m hungry.” That was the first thing you’d said. Not that you were in pain, or that you could feel and taste every color around you. But that you were hungry. It came out like it wasn’t a thought, it’s just the truth, just weight in your stomach, just something that won’t fade even after you’ve tried to ignore the rumble the first time.

Tears should have come, but it didn’t feel right. It couldn’t. It wouldn’t be grief, wouldn’t be relief, or sorrow or sadness, wouldn’t be human anymore.

Hell you tried. Tried to feel the tightness in your chest and the water in your eyes, but it just don’t sit the same. Don’t feel like it used to, don’t carry warmth, or that feeling of loss the way it did before.

It was emotion wasn’t fading, just sitting in the back of your mind. Like something was missing, and it wasn’t the heartbeat, but the warmth, the feeling behind the tears and emotions.

He didn’t reach out, or react like that attempt to grief was something that needed soothing. He just watched, kept silent and close, just waiting for you to process it on your own. He didn’t even apologize for what he done, no regret, or guilt or shame. Nothing. This wasn’t about regret, this was about survival, about transformation.

“Tears don’t change what’s already done.” Not dismissively, just truth.

He stays. No leaving, no retreating, just staying close, making sure you knew you ain’t alone.

And then a glance, lingering and unreadable. Not pity, or discomfort, just observation. A mutual understanding.

Another shift closer, small, steady, calculated. Not pushing, just anchoring, just making sure you had felt something solid nearby. Making sure you felt the weight of his presence. Not overbearing, not suffocating, just there. Undeniable.

A hand near, but not touching. Like the choice was yours if you needed some kind of comfort, but far enough to let you know that he ain’t reaching unless you actually need it.

Let you have the space you needed to come to terms with the reality without total isolation. Looks that were silent and unspoken but had some understanding to them. Something that didn’t need to be spoken and didn’t need details.

But that hunger hit deep, pushing past every other thought.

You fought against it, refused to give into what you so desperately craved, because giving into that burning would only mean acceptance to what you’ve been forced to become.

He stayed close that weekend, said the same shit Gramma told you about staying indoors for the weekend. Told you the first few nights aren’t about freedom, they’re about regaining control, and he made it clear he was gonna to stay real close regardless of what you said.

You started noticing the shifts later that night. Some sense of strength settling into your limbs, senses stretching too far just for instincts to be pressing in.

Gramma never came back. Never showed up to guide you through this. Was never close enough to get a good whiff of the cinnamon that always followed her. Remmick refused to let you leave when it was safe, said the first real test would come. Not a test of smarts or endurance, but a test of strength and restraint, navigating who you were now.

“As long as it takes.” That’s what he said. Though you kinda expected it to be faster, to feel shorter. Wasn’t minutes that passed by. Wasn’t hours or days. It was until he decided you were completely stabilized. Until you learned the world know, until you were ready to walk on your own without breaking at every distraction.

You didn’t get a choice, no matter how much you insisted. No matter how much you sore yo and down that you were ready, because he claimed that throwing you back into your normal routine without understanding meant disaster.

Days, maybe weeks, shy of just two months. Or that’s what it felt like. You pushed past the time, fought fast, accepted fast, stopped denying the inevitable just to feel freedom again.

You couldn’t even leave even if you wanted to. You tried. He didn’t go looking for you in the night, you had already found your way back like your body was tugging you back to him before you got too far. You tried again, and once more just for confirmation, just to get right back in the damn house.

It was the same five steps every night as soon as the sun hide behind the horizon. Listen. Watch. Wait. Control. Eat. Only ‘cause he said surviving ain’t just about feeding, it’s about knowing when to hold back. That you was still unstable, too predictable, had to learn first hand from him.

He said he knew all about that first acceptance, and the hunger that forced its way through. And you learned real quick, even if you didn’t want to.

It was anger at first, then resistance again, fighting against the change that already happened, and just before you could do anything about the own emotional rollercoaster you were going through, there was hunger again. Aching, and sore and undeniable in a way you can’t ignore it, no matter how hard you tried.

Over and over again. The constant fighting, the constant tearing, the denial, the feeding. All one endless cycle for days.

Then finally. Forced acceptance, not acceptance in a way to make peace with what’s happened. Not relief of what was the past and what’s to come in the future, but just submission. Knowing there’s no turning back.

Then the lessons of control. The relearning of who you were, who you are, who you will be. The tests to make sure you didn’t snap tin early or too late. Tests to make sure you knew what you were now. Not human. Not alive. Not dead. Just there.

That night, things got heated. You were angry, upset, emotional and alone. He kept pushing and pushing, but you just snapped. Told him you hated him, said you wanted nothing to do with him.

He didn’t argue, maybe because the two of you both knew hate don’t change reality in situations like this.

He didn’t apologize, still hadn’t regretted what he did.

He just watched, not unsettled, or annoyed or shocked by your actions. He was just waiting for you, you wasn’t sure if he was waiting for you to realize that anger wouldn’t undo anything or if he was just waiting for you to act on your emotions.

“Hate me all you want. It won’t change what you are. You’ll come to terms with it eventually.” He said it so casually, so calmly, like he was completely brushing off the emotions you were feeling. It was as if the past don’t matter anymore. Who you were back then don’t matter to who you are now. Like what he said was just facts, and that you had no room to feel anything. He all but threw it in your face, mocked you for your stupidity and looked at you in a way that said that you can fight all you want, but reality won’t change.

You wasn’t sure what happened. You hadn’t hesitated, or even considered to think about what you were going to do. Something just sparked through you. Anger, rage, hurt, frustration. You should’ve hesitated, but for once, your mind moved for you, your hand moving in sync with every thought in your head. Fueled only by the sheer force of your emotions, your hand met the side of his face, and Lord did it feel so good. It was something indescribable, like a weight had been lifted from you and this feeling of euphoric relief was replaced. The slap rang out, sharp and echoing like a gunshot in the pure silence of the air between you.

That momentary bliss was short lived.

The sound of your palm striking his cheek bounced across the room in a way that was physically hurting you. He didn't even move, didn't lean back to avoid your hand, didn't attempt to stop you with a single word of warning. He just watched you. Observing the wave of emotions that flickered across your face at the sheer stupidity of your own actions.

You felt the urge to step forward, to reach out and plead for forgiveness, to beg for his understanding and mercy in the face of your lack of control. The impulse was a reflex, an instinct grown by the difficulties of the turn that had long since been established between you. You were worried you’d upset him, crossed some kind of boundary, angered him enough to the point that silence was the only answer. His gaze never wavered, as if daring you to make the connection, to give voice to the apology hovering on the tip of your tongue.

Yet, even as the words formed in your mind, you hesitated. Something in his eyes made you pause, a flicker of uncertainty that made you question the wisdom of ceding to your first impulsive urge. His silence, his stillness, his unwavering focus on your face. It was a challenge, a test, a silent demand for you to confront the truth of your own thoughts and the pull of your body.

“Do it again.” That was all he said. Three words. He wasn’t upset, or annoyed or irritated. Said it like nothing. Like you was having a normal conversation and like you hadn’t just smacked him. You wasn’t sure if he was provoking you to fuck up again, or if he was mocking you, hell it might’ve been both, but before you could even move he was grabbing your wrist.

His hand moved with a speed that went against his composed stature. His fingers wrapped around your wrist in a grip that would have been painful if you were able to feel past the constant dullness of your own body. He forced you forward, the brisk, sudden force of his action sending a hot bolt of electricity jolting up through your arm. It went up the expanse of your shoulder, down the length of your spine, until it stopped right at the base of your back just to erupt in a burst of uncomfortable energy. Your feet naturally stumbled, your body hitching forward as he dragged you closer to him, though you wasn’t sure if he was guiding you to him or forcing you to his side.

Up close, you could see the faint pinkness of your palm imprinted to the side of his face. The skin of his cheekbone was still flushed and tingling from the force of your petty slap. His eyes, when you finally looked up to met his, glowed with this unreadable emotion that had your breath stuck in your throat. And while you normally had a hard time figuring him out and figuring out what he was feeling or thinking, that look in his eyes had you hesitating. Not from fear or worry or anxiety, even if you tried to convince yourself that had to be what you were feeling, you were just quiet. You tried to speak, tried to move, but you couldn’t, it was like your body wouldn’t listen to your mind. Didn’t want to listen to your mind repeating over and over for you to say something, to just apologize so he wouldn’t look at you like he wanted to eat you. Again.

And then his hand was connecting with the side of your face, mirroring the same way you’d hit him. It stung, you didn’t think you’d feel pain, but you did. Knocked all sense outta you, damn near winded you just from shock alone. But before you could say anything on it, he was gripping you by the side of your jaw, tilting your head up to bring your face towards the dark hallway beside you. The slap hadn't hurt much after you regained your thoughts. Wasn’t even as hard as you knew it should have been, not really. It was more of a surprise than anything else, a jolt that set your nerves alight with a fleeting sting. The same shock you had endured when he bit you the first time.

It was a lesson, some means to keep you in your place, and for a moment you’d thought about mocking his strength, just to try to get the last word. But then his hand moved down your throat, the base of his palm directly pressing against your windpipe, tightening around your throat. Slowly squeezing with a gradual force that made your lungs burn for air. The lack of oxygen began to take its toll, your lungs burning for air as black spots danced at the edges of your vision. A strange sense of detachment crept over you, your mind hazing and blurring as the world seemed to slip away, fading into a distant, muffled obscurity.

For a moment, you’d thought he’d do it. Kill you again. If you can even kill someone who’s already dead, but then he dragged his hand away from your throat and along the curve of your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss on the base of your head in some way to bring you back to consciousness. You should’ve pushed him away, maybe you should’ve tried running, tried looking for Gramma, but you didn’t. Maybe that’s what changed everything.

"I see why Juju likes you so much,” he slowly leaned his head down towards the bite he gave you, though it felt so long ago. It had healed nicely, or that’s what he had said last night, reassured you that you wouldn’t feel it in a weeks time and that he’d make up for biting you the way he did. “You just let people do whatever they want,” He ran his finger along the mark, sending some odd jolt of tingling through your neck before he was placing a light kiss on it. You could already feel that damn smirk on his lips as you tried to lean back against the sturdiness of the wall behind you. "I haven’t even touched you and you’re already burning up."

“I ain’t mean to hit you.” He leaned back at that, giving you a look before letting his eyes slide down along your body. His hand slid along to the back of your neck to gently guide yourself back towards the wall. He ran his other hand down along the curve of your ribs, gently spreading his fingers out to feel the expansion of your muscles as you took in deep breaths.

“Then why’d you do it?” You weren’t sure why. You wished you could explain that. Explain that you just wanted to, felt like it, you probably needed to. Probably needed some sort of physical touch or some proof to help you understand and cope with this whole fucked up situation. He shifted back against you, one hand resting on the small of your back as he pressed himself up onto you until you was sure he had put all his weight behind his touch. His hand dragged down against your stomach, sliding along the curve of your waist to guide itself to the base of your spine. His thumb lightly ran along the fabric of your shirt, inching down just ever so slightly until the tips of his fingers reached the hemming of your clothes. “I’m not mad Junebug, but can’t start nothing you ain’t intend to finish, hmm?”

You wish it was difficult to remember how it happened the first time. You wished you hadn’t remembered that night. The cool of the bed sheets against your skin as he prompted himself over you, guiding your legs to spread apart as his mouth was latched onto your throat. Biting, sucking, licking, kissing. You wished you didn’t remember the feel of him between your legs, his hips rolling and pushing against yours, his tongue tracing the wound he gave you. His hands roaming further and further down until his fingers were gently pulling at your panties to the side just enough to expose you.

You’d be lying if you said you regretted it, lying if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of it. Lying if you said you didn’t like the feeling of his hands against you, caressing and molding against the curves of your body. His fingers pressing, nudging and spreading your lips apart just to force their way into your mouth. You relived that moment over and over again, the sound of his whispers against your ear, praising you for how well you were taking his fingers into your mouth.

The persistent feeling of him pressed up against your leg. That painful stretch of him sliding two fingers into you as he kissed anywhere his lips could reach. Thrusting those two fingers inside you in a way that burned and had you shifting under him, as he fucked them in and out of you so slow and deep. The way you were damn bear seeing starts as he was curling his fingers inside you once he was knuckle deep, rubbing that sensitive nub with languid circles until you could see the white in your vision. And right when you were so close, could feel that knot in your stomach and the blurry of your eyes got too much. He just stopped. Pulling his fingers out of you just to clean and lick his pruned fingers.

The same hand that was preoccupied with shoving its fingers in your mouth had come down quick across your face again, not like the first time he’d slapped you. Softer, gentler, easing you back to look at him as he rubbed the imprint of his dick down against your bare pussy, readjusting himself through his pants just to get better friction.

He’d kissed you that night more than you’d ever been kissed before. Kissed you after he licked his fingers clean from your essence. Kissed you after he finally pulled his fingers outta your mouth after fucking your throat sore. Kissed you soft and messy as his hands roamed along your body, gripping at your hips to lift you up just enough to smack the fat of your ass and let his hands roam against the skin.

Kissed you after he’d spit in your mouth. Guiding your tongue to move against his until all you could hear was the wetness of your tongues against each other, and it wasn’t until he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two that he finally stopped kissing you.

After that it was a blur. A long, painful blur.

He’d fucked you that night, and at first he promised he’d been nice and gentle, but as soon as he slid into you, all his promises fell on empty words. He rocked himself into you, slapping you when you were too loud, apologizing for the way he was fucking into you just to praise you for how well you was taking his dick. You would’ve been embarrassed at the sounds of skin on skin and the squelching between your legs, but your body was betraying you again. Squeezing and molding and fluttering around him in a way that had him groaning against your ear, praising you— your pussy for being so eager.

He was only nice after the two of you came. Telling you how good you were and making sure to be extra gentle when he was pulling out. He reminded you up and down that this wouldn’t be the first time. You denied it, over and over again. Told him it was mistake, but he just laughed. Told you you’d feel his absence by tomorrow and be begging for more.

And he was right.

Things changed after that. You weren’t sure when, but you hadn’t understood it. It was slow at first, a change in energy and the air around you. Not from a claim, or a demand. Just from fact. Like it’s something that always was meant to be, something undeniable, something written into the turning of life itself.

Casual, almost dismissive. There ain’t a need to explain it anymore, too difficult to put into words what changed, you just had to accept it.

This time you understood. You felt it before the words even hit, faster than you understood the shift inside you after the turning. You started putting together what’s shifted inside you, inside your mind, because of him.

At first you decided to test the change. Acting out like a toddler who didn’t get enough rest during nap time. Purposefully being resistant, picking fights at the worst times just to push his buttons. You’d push and push and push, acting like you ain’t bound to something deeper now, bound to him through thoughts and emotions. He claimed to know even before you acted out, said “you just don’t want to admit it.” Like that unknown, unspoken connection was instinctive and undeniable.

Said “you can fight all you want. Won’t change the fact that you’ll feel me long after I leave the room.” Like his presence ain’t physical anymore. Not possessive in the human sense, but just absolute. Like it was something deeper than thought, and he was right. Space didn’t exist between you two anymore, you were one, you were tethered to him through some invisible force.

That pull. That weight. That sense of presence before you even see him.

You knew exactly where he was without looking, without thinking, without needing to ask. Felt something settle when he was near, like tension and resistance faded. Could feel him and that heavy air around him before he spoke, like hunger, and awareness pressed into your own chest before the words even hit.

Understanding, even if you didn’t want to, because it’s already written into you, already etched into you bones.

Fury that turns into familiarity, like knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons before realizing you weren’t pushing as hard anymore.

Glances that hold a second too long, not because of anger, but because something else has settled under it.

Fighting that felt different, less about winning, more about the way proximity shifts, the way neither one backed down.

Moments of silence that aren’t awkward. They’re charged, weighted, they’re pressing with something unsaid.

A stray touch, accidental, fleeting, and electric, but something to feel long after it’s gone.

The way arguments sound different, less biting, more careful, more edged with frustration rather than hatred.

The moment when you’d start to hesitate before arguing, before snapping back at him, or pushing him away, like the instinct to stay has started settling in.

The tension stretching too far, too tight, until it snaps, until it steps closer instead of apart.

A look that said more than words, more than insults, more than what you were supposed to feel.

That one moment, when neither one of you moves, when neither one of you speaks, and everything feels heavier.

It continued in defiance, you fighting him, him not flinching.

The way he hadn’t entertained your anger, but didn’t ignore it either.

You thought the first time would be the last. Told him it wasn’t gonna happen again, but he didn’t say anything, just hummed like he was hearing you but not really listening. It wasn’t spoken about again.

Then the silence between you stretched even longer, not uncomfortable, or heavy. Just waiting on edge.

Moments where you expected cruelty, and indifference weren’t there. It was something steadier instead.

The way he no longer reacted the way you wanted him to, like your rage didn’t affect him. Those insults don’t reach him the way they used to, and there was just something else pressing between you two instead.

The first time he touched you since the turning, not just a hand on the shoulder or a brush of his hand against your hip. But a deliberate gesture, a long touch, not harsh, or violent, but steady, lingering for a moment too long.

The realization that you wasn’t just reacting to him out of hate anymore, but out of something deeper, something more instinctive crept up to you by surprise. You hadn’t acknowledged it at first but it was known.

The way you started understanding him, not his actions, but the weight behind them. The choices behind them. The quiet between them.

Space between the two of you closing. Not force or chased or awkward but inevitable.

When close proximity didn’t result in moving away anymore, there wasn’t a real reason to. It was just comfort. Touch finally carried no tension, just understanding, finality, some kind of knowing that this was what is.

The moments where he doesn’t have to say anything, because the connection between you already speaks, and you’re able to communicate just from looks. Just like how he did before.

And then the second time.

He had you face down against the cool forest ground in the middle of the night. You couldn’t see him but you could feel the way his eyes raked over you, a steady hand resting on the side of your shoulder to keep you forced down against the grass. You rarely had moments like these, after a petty argument that resulted in more yelling on your side and less speaking on his. You were always too proud to apologize, and well, he hadn’t done nothing wrong this time.

So, as most times used to happen, he took his anger out on you… in other ways. It started with gentle touches this time, a slow run of his hand along your back, pushing just enough to have you arched up against his hips.

“You gon’ keep acting up or you gonna give me what’s mine?” Normally you’d fight back, say something sassy just to get under his skin a little more, but it had been particularly uncomfortable ass up in the air. Your neck was tight, all too tense, and you especially hated that look on his face. The one that practically screamed against every instinct of composure.

“Fine.” You knew he heard it the first time, how couldn’t he? But still, he paused for a moment, dipping his free hand under your shirt to roll it further up along your back. You could feel the coarseness of the pad of his fingers lightly tracing the delicate skin along your spine until his hand reached the bottom of your tailbone.

“Speak up now, Junebug.” You tried your best not to roll your eyes at him, digging your nails into the damp dirt to position your cheek against the cool of the earth. You cast a quick side glance towards him, watching him as he stared down at every movement his hand made, like it was his first time seeing.

“Fine.” You spat out quickly, eyes shifting towards the darkness surrounding you as if you couldn’t see right. You hadn’t even noticed the grip he had on your right ass cheek, massaging and rubbing and squeezing before planting a firm slap against the skin.

“Watch that tone now, I’m tryna play nice.” His voice low, a gentle reminder that made it very obvious that his niceness was a relative term. As he spoke, his hand slid down your waist, grabbing onto your hip like you was gonna crawl your way away from him. With a gentleness that contradicted the slap his hand landed on your ass, he guided you slowly, easing you back until your hips were practically glued to his.

You could barely see the way his eyes shifted up to your face, and it wasn’t until he tapped the side of your hip that you tilted your head to look back at him. He was already looking at you, taking in every micro-expression and every flicker of emotion that played out across your face as he grind his hips against yours. You wasn’t sure what he was trying to see, if he was trying to study the way your face contorted in pleasure at the feeling of his dick rubbing against you through your pants or just enjoying the way you looked.

He was gentler this time. Wiped the dirt from your face, leaned down extra careful to press a kiss on your shoulder. Fucked you through your panties, guided you back against his bare dick once he made sure you had already came in your underwear, stuffed you up real good and stretched you out in a way that had you walking funny for a week straight.

It continued to be like that.

Soon as the sun went down, the two of you just naturally found each other. It wasn’t about the sex, not really. It was about the connection, the company, the feeling. Though you hadn’t experienced it before, it felt as though you were a school girl, running off past curfew to hang out with a troubled boy who you had no business to be around.

Except you were forever tethered to that boy.

He had been weird lately. You weren’t sure why, but you should have picked up on the signs as soon as they were obvious. There was this change to him, the same kind of change you encountered months ago.

The life altering change.

He spoke less, told you to always be careful and aware of your surroundings just in case. Every conversation shifted now. A change to where he spoke less, and you spoke more. Not because you wanted it to be this way, but because he asked for it. Asked for you to tell him about what happened when you went your separate ways for the night, asked for all the stuff you swore up and down were boring, but he sat there on the couch, leaning his elbows against his knees, listening intently.

Always kept his eyes on you, more than before. Like he was memorizing your presence and studying every shift of your expression as he urged you to go on and on. Not once did he interrupt you. He just let you speak about what usually happened when you two disappeared for the night, something you never really had the stomach to admit but spoke anyways just cause he seemed so interested in it. Like your words were more important than his.

He never really left your side either. He was just different. Never once told you why he was acting so strange or what happened that night that made him act so differently and seem so tense. It was just change.

Whenever he could, he was always touching you. Placing a hand on your back whenever you two had gone out together at night, looking around the darkness for stuff you couldn’t see, doing things you’d seen older couples do before the turn. Adjusting your sleeve here and there, running his hand along the side of your hip, squeezing your waist like he was tryna make sure you were still there. Held you by your wrist all securely, guiding you and holding you in a way that made it seem like you’d break if he wasn’t too careful. Resting his hand on your jaw, watching you the same way he always did, pressing his forehead against yours whenever you two had sex. Though after a while it wasn’t sex it was something more intimate, something more vulnerable.

He never once said that word you were certain of. The ‘L’ word. One time he had gotten pretty close to it. Told you, “If you go. I go.” At the time you weren’t sure what he meant, it was almost random in the conversation, you mentioned Gramma, trying to go and see her, and that was all he said. Maybe it had a double meaning, maybe it meant more because he said it. But he never brought that up again, and neither did you.

It had been like that for eight nights.

The first and last time you ever made love was with him. It started off as an awkward hug, that half hug you give to someone you don’t really like, but it was the first and only hug he’s ever given you. And then he was sliding down, draping one arm against your hips as he pressed a kiss just under your belly button. You hadn’t heard him at first, his mouth was too busy kissing over your shirt, holding tight onto your hips like you would’ve pushed him away. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, to try to understand why he was so different, but then he was looking up at you, sliding his hands along the sides of your thigh.

“I don’t pray, but if I did it’d be for you,” he hadn’t even given you the opportunity to let his words sit in. To actually soak in what he had just said, and before you could ask, or say anything, he was cutting you off with a slow shake of his head. Like he didn’t want you to talk, he just wanted you to listen. “You don’t ask, but I’d give you anything. I’d bring you anything you needed. I’d give you everything you need before you finish thinking it. You breathe, and I’ll follow.”

You weren’t sure what to say. Couldn’t think of anything to try to reciprocate that response because the most anyone has ever said to you was an “I love you”, and that was only by your Gramma. You were worried, your eyebrows furrowed in a way to have you think faster but he was already carefully rolling down the bottom of your pajamas for some skin on skin contact.

“Remmick, I’m confused.” He looked up at you, and hesitated. For the first time ever, he hesitated. He didn’t say anything, just took a slow inhale of your scent, pressing his face against your thighs before sliding down in between your legs. He planted soft, wet kisses along your inner thigh, stretching them up along your upper thigh and back down to the hemming of your panties. His hands gripped onto your thighs, gently urging them further apart so he could comfortably rest in between them before placing a light bite along the expanse of skin on your thigh. Reaching down to kiss and bite on one thigh before turning his head to do the same on the other.

“Shh, don’t worry ‘bout it, just let me make you feel real good,” his eyes tore away from the sight of what was right in front of him, peeking up at you again just to watch that confusion disappear from your face. You could see in his shoulders that he was still tense, but he was too busy on kissing and marking up your inner thighs to even address the elephant in the room. He moved slow, took his time even though the actual movements themselves screamed of urgency. “Gon’ worship the fuck outta this pussy.”

He was quick to press his tongue up against your clothed pussy, pressing a wet kiss against the fabric. Dragging the base of his tongue up and down against the damp patch of fabric with enough force to have your legs trying to force themselves together again. His hands found their way towards your thighs again, gently guiding your legs back until your feet were propped up on either side of his face. You gasped in surprise as he found that sensitive bud through the thin fabric, forcing himself closer just to try to rub the tip of his tongue against the nub so he could hear that shaky sigh you always made. The rough fabric of your panties chafed against your sensitive flesh, the damp patch growing with each pass of his tongue.

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, humming low and long against your mound, taking quick blinks to make sure he didn’t miss a single thing. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him in place as you rocked against him, chasing the friction you so desperately needed.

He tugged your panties aside, exposing your glistening sex to the cool air before his mouth was on you again. His tongue sliding deep into your folds, fucking along the slick walls of your core.

He groaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending little waves of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open, keeping you vulnerable to his ministration. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around your clit before drawing it into his mouth to suck again.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you ground yourself against his face, riding his tongue with stuttering motions. The wet sounds of his mouth on your sex filled the room, accented by your desperate moans and whiny gasps.

He ate you out like he was starving. Like he was new again and having his first meal. You could feel every ridge, every contour of his tongue and the warmth of his mouth against you, as he continued every as you were rocking your hips against his face, rubbing swollen clit against his lips and chin. The whole thing was so obscene, almost crude, wet sounds filled the air. The lewd schlick and suck of his mouth on your soaked sex echoed through the room like the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard. The vulgar noise mingled with your breathless moans and the slight squirming of your body under his was something that had been etched into your mind. Even now.

Your heavy breathing broke off into a sharp whine as his lips closed around your throbbing clit, sucking on the sensitive nub with a long pop. You couldn’t even speak, back almost arching up off the bed, nails raking down his scalp, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held him in place, your body writhing and bucking against his mouth.

He lapped at you like a man who’d just finished his fast. His tongue flicking and stroking and teasing every aching, swollen fold of your flesh. The sight of him nestled between your pale thighs, his lips glistening with your juices and something between drool and spit had been the prettiest sight you’d ever seen. It was a debauched, erotic vision that forced another knot in your stomach and a familiar ache deep in your body.

You could feel the heat building in your core, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter as his tongue fucked you towards the brink of toe curling ecstasy. It was probably the hardest you’ve ever came, you weren’t sure why, but it had been. And soon as you were done, he grinned at you with slick lips before having his own way with you.

The night was dense, thick with tension, with the scent of damp earth and blood lingering in the air. He hadn’t come back yet. You weren’t sure why, and you weren’t too worried at first, you could still smell the faint leather and wood scent of him lingering off in the distance. But you heard them. Heard them before you could see them. The hushed voices, the slow footsteps, the precise movements that were a little too precise and a little too quiet to be randoms.

You wished you could turn back time. Wished you could have some fear or some rationality to remind yourself that unease was the only thing that had kept you alive. You should have listened to your gut.

Should have ignored the voice inside your head telling you that this wasn’t fear. Fear was useless. It was a calculation, an understanding. A recognition of the moment where the hunt shifted, but you had no real place to run too. The moon was almost gone, the sun was too close to rising, and you could hear that faint ruffle of the animals coming to life.

Then the silence broke, the house creaked, the ground wept. A flicker of movement, a shadow stepping forward, barely visible against the low porch light. Not rushed, not desperate. They didn’t need to be. You were surrounded, and you ain’t even know who they were. Still don’t. But you’ve got a bit of a clue now.

Your gaze shifted out the window, fingers curling at your sides, muscles coiling in tension, the deep pulse of hunger buried beneath something colder. You couldn’t see him, the scent of him was wafting away into the distance somewhere. Maybe you should’ve tried running away, seeking shelter in some idiot’s house for the day, keep moving at night. But you hadn’t.

You stay stuck in the house, cornered like a mouse with no obvious escape and no easy way out. Everything happened in slow motion. Weapons of wooden stakes and guns were drawn, a wall of human blocking the only entrance out of the damn place. You could’ve fed, could’ve tried to, but there was ten of them and one of you. But they didn’t rush, just watched by the driveway, waiting on you to cave before the tension settled too thick.

Not panicking, not surrendering, but everyone recognized the weight of the moment. The weight of this.

“Your kind has roamed freely for too long. That ends now.” It was spoken out into the night air. Like justice, like something deeper than the hunt itself. Like revenge.

You couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, couldn’t feed without getting a stake in the heart. It was over before it even started. Finally closing you in, making sure you understands the finality of it.

If you think too long about it, in some ways, he’s killed you twice.

The hunt happened quick. They burned the house down, stabbed you in the back once you got close enough to chew off just one person. But by then it was too late. The sun was peeking from the horizon, and for a moment time slowed down. You were distracted by the sight itself, the harsh rays of the morning sun as they hit you directly in the face. It was warm at first, a sight you hadn’t seen in months, and for a second you missed that feeling. The heat, the cool warmth that stretched through your body, but it didn’t stop.

Turned from warmth into something sharper, it wasn’t comfort anymore. It blistered, and bit into your skin, burning something quick into you. The body betrayed itself stuck rooted to the ground, through weakness, surrender, just the knowing of what was happening. And you had to let it happen. There was no sanctuary left.

It burned something awful, you could feel the fire eating through your flesh, spreading through every inch of your body with no hesitation.

Everything collapsed inward— nerve endings alight, consciousness flickering, that final inhale before nothing remains.

Not fear or worry, or sorrow, but recognition. You knew the end was always going to come. Just expected it to be peaceful, later in life when you were fully ready. This is just the way it chose.

Maybe you’d felt regret, maybe relief. But there silence, it happened too quick to scream, but the sight was too gorgeous to miss out on. The memories. The people you knew, the ones you lost, the ones who made you keep going. You were ready, you forced yourself to be ready. This is how it had to be. But for that split moment, the moment before you disappeared forever. For good this time. Questions kept repeating in your head, some of anger, some of worry, some of fear.

Had he abandoned you?

Did he run because he had to, or because he chose to?

Did they get to him first?

Was he already waiting for you where the sun won’t hurt?

At first, your brain refused to register the absence entirely, and then confusion took place, warping into something of unease. Not because of the feeling of skin on fire, or the final glimpse of the sun, but because something vital had been ripped away.

Then fear, for him— for whatever fate caught up to him before it happened to you.

But then anger— cause all that teaching had been for nothing. And if he left willingly, if he didn’t tell her, if he thought disappearing was better than staying, you would’ve spent your entirety of eternal life wishing him to damnation.

Finally. Finally, something quieter, acceptance, maybe, or something close to it. The silence was finally normal, freeing, unweighted. Light. Things left behind didn’t matter, they couldn’t matter. Things were different now. They were meant to be. A final change in the air—a subtle shift of understanding. No need for an answer to waiting just beyond. You could be.

A final, broken inhale— brief, clipped, too hot. A sigh that shifted the slowness of the moment and finally brought you back to reality, back to the burning and the pain and the fire. There was no need for a reaction, no need for a scream or a cry. You were home.

And then that warmth. The heat inside you growing and growing until it burst into a thousand suns. Until you faded away into the morning sky.