#Liver affairs are also worthy of attention!

[machtwehr]

i can't help but think that the most romantic organ Nigel could accidentally pull out of Alex would be the liver, not the heart. moreover, Nigel, with his precision, can do it. the liver is the most important gland of the body, without it you cannot live long; on the other hand, this organ is damn beautiful, but is easily mechanically injured. moreover, the liver is the hottest organ.

the opportunity to touch the warmest place in a person seems like a very romantic opportunity

the greater element of the forbidden and secret will take over the act of eating the liver. this, although usually part of a negative context, in a romantic light can be perceived as an act of deep connection between two people, in which the secret plays an important role. but this is already very dark romanticism.

[djchika]

RNM fic: 5 Times the Malex Squad tried to intervene and one time when Kyle Valenti, self-proclaimed best friend to Alex Manes, had enough.

1.  

Kyle hadn’t been too proud to admit he was hurt Alex hadn’t said he was playing at the Pony. He’d stared at Alex all wounded and betrayed when Greg had gone on and on about how Alex’s song made him cry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alex gave him a look then mockingly repeated, “I really hate Open Mic Night.

“I meant country music and crappy spoken word poetry. I don’t mean you!”

“For the record Forrest is an organizer and he does spoken word. Maybe don’t say that around him if you’re serious about coming next time.”

Kyle had grimaced. Someday he was going to stop inserting his foot into his mouth, but it had not been that day. He did however, concoct a great plan to make up for missing Alex’s performance and accidentally dissing Alex’s new boy wonder and that was grabbing a table front and center during the next Open Mic Night.

He was even there early which was nice cause he was able to hang out with Alex and Forrest. What was unfortunate was that they had to excuse themselves the moment the program started – Forrest to host and Alex to do whatever musicians do to pump themselves up before a game. Unfortunate, because Isobel arrived dragging a surlier than usual looking Guerin and commandeered the empty seats.

“Um, someone’s sitting there.” Kyle pointed out.

“We’ll move when they get back,” Isobel said, “We’re just here for one song.”

Kyle scowled. Fine. He could just ignored them. He was gone after Alex’s anyway. There’d already been one guy singing about dusty roads and pick up trucks and that was already one song too many.

The moment Forrest said Alex’s name Kyle hooted embarrassingly loud grinning brightly when Alex rolled his eyes at him. He didn’t miss the softer smile Alex aimed at Guerin.

Kyle also didn’t miss Isobel’s soft “Oh no,” when Alex called Forrest up to perform with him.

It was a new song. One about hope and new beginnings. Alex sang and played the piano with Forrest reciting bits of poetry during the refrain. It would have been cringe-worthy if Alex’s music didn’t turn Forrest overly dramatic words into something heartfelt and beautiful.

Kyle could almost say he was enjoying it.

What he was not enjoying was the furious whispering between Isobel and Michael.

“This is stupid,” he heard Isobel hiss. “You should be the one up there singing with him.”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“Yeah, yeah. That was before you spent the last month and a half moping. Tripp and Nora never got their chance at happiness. I don’t want you to lose yours too.”

“You know what would make me happy? If you two shut up while Alex is singing,” Kyle interjected quietly. He trained a glare at Isobel. “Regardless of who’s up there with him this is a big deal for him singing with a guy and you’re ruining it."

Isobel huffed, but stayed silent.

Michael stared at him for a second looking like he’d swallowed curdled milk, before finally gritting out the word “Thanks.”

Ah. Apparently, that sour look was him experiencing gratitude towards Kyle. Figures.

2.  

“Your doctor said you can go back to work slowly. That doesn’t mean jumping straight into a 12-hour shift.” Kyle gave Maria his sternest doctor face, but Maria just brushed him off.

“It’s been two months. I’m not doing anything excessive. I was doing paper work, but Max needed a break.”

The fact that Max was now a bartender still broke Kyle’s brain sometimes. Not because there was anything wrong with bartending, but nerdy Max Evans was no bar hound.

“I said I could watch it for him,” Guerin grumbled from where he was brooding like a gargoyle on a bar stool.

“If I left you to watch over the bar, I’d be out of business and your liver would be one big alcohol rag.” She paused, then whispered low, “Wait, do you have a liver?”

“They do,” Kyle confirmed. He’d been intimately acquainted with Noah’s for a while.

“And we all know you really have a heart,” Maria said, poking Guerin in the chest. “Although why you enjoy breaking it, I have no idea.”

Kyle turned when he saw that Michael was no longer paying attention to them and was in fact, staring across the room where Alex and Forrest were alone in a booth.

Nope.

He gave Maria another stern look, this time coming from the guy who was fast considering Alex Manes as his best friend. “Your doctor definitely advises against meddling in other people’s affairs.”

Maria rolled her eyes, but didn’t press further. The pained grateful look Michael threw at Kyle was still hilarious.

3.  

“Valenti.”

“Evans. Guerin.” Kyle said, eyebrows up to his hairline. The two of them showing up at his doorstep at any time of day meant trouble.

“We need your help,” Max said, pushing Michael gently forward. The two of them showing up at his doorstep with Michael’s hand wrapped around a bloody shirt definitely meant trouble.

Trouble in this case was thankfully not of the alien variety. More like Guerin was apparently a genius who turned into a clumsy idiot around Alex. Kyle had known that for a long time now, but he’d figured after half a year of the whole tortured unrequited love schtick, Michael would at least learn to be less self-destructive.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Michael said, when Max pointed out the same thing.

“You’ve been fixing cars for how long?” Kyle asked as he wrapped a proper bandage around Michael’s hand.

“Since I was thirteen.”  

“And you accidentally slammed the hood of your truck on your head then on your hand because?”

“Alex was out jogging shirtless,” Max said when instead of answering Michael huffed petulantly. “Which I still don’t understand, man. You’ve seen him shirtless before.”

“You wouldn’t happen to have some acetone, would you?” Michael asked Kyle, completely ignoring Max. “And another bandage to cover his mouth.”

Kyle ignored the second request, leaving to grab a bottle of acetone from the stash he’d started keeping for alien emergencies.  

When he got back to the living room, Max still seemed to be ragging on Michael. “He doesn’t even know how you feel.”

“He doesn’t need to know. Not right now.”

“You keep saying that. It’s been more than ten years of waiting for the right moment.”

“Then what’s a couple more?” Michael snarked back.

Jesus. This again. His friends needed more hobbies aside from going after alien murderers and prying in people’s love lives.

Kyle thrust the bottle of acetone at Michael then told Max, “The patient needs to rest. You need to leave.”

“I drove him here.”

“You can come back for him after a few hours when I’m sure he doesn’t have a concussion,” Kyle said, practically pushing Max out the door.

“Thanks,” Michael said, resting his head against the back of Kyle’s couch and grimacing slightly.

He wasn’t sure if that face was because of Michael’s injuries or because he had to thank Kyle again.

"I’ll get you some ice for your head,” he stopped halfway to the kitchen and turned to Guerin. “You know whose side I’m on in this, right?”

Michael gave him a small lopsided smile. “I still hate you for what you put him through, but you’ve been a good friend to him lately.”

Kyle nodded. Yeah. It took him a long time to stop hating himself for that too.

4. 

True to her character, Rosa didn’t even try being subtle.

She gave Alex the stink eye when he walked into the Crashdown with Forrest in tow. “Wait, I thought Isobel said you were soulmates with Gu—”

“—Guh-regory.” Kyle blurted out, then backpedaled quickly when all three of them gave him confused looks, “and she said service mates, not soulmates. Which is wrong because Greg was in the Navy.”

Rosa raised her eyebrows then proceeded to sip noisily from her milkshake.

When Alex and Forrest moved on to their own booth, Rosa eyed him suspiciously. “Are you trying the protective older brother thing on Alex too?”

“I’m not trying to be anyone’s older brother. And you’re both older than me. Technically,” Kyle added. “Besides, Alex doesn’t need protecting. He’s happy. People should just let him be happy.”

“Whatever,” Rosa said with a roll of her eyes. Then she grinned. “You’re totally on Team Malex though right?”

“Malex?”

“It’s what Isobel calls them.”

Kyle shook his head. “People in this town have way too much time in their hands.”

5.

The last straw was Liz literally lifting a straw from Alex’s leftover milkshake.

She had barely arrived back home updated on all the gossip thanks to Maria and Rosa and had apparently not changed one bit.

“No,” he said, grabbing the straw from her and grimacing at the sticky mess now in his hand.  

“Rosa said Isobel mentioned a cosmic connection. If I checked for proof then maybe—”

“No,” Kyle repeated bringing the straw with him when he left the Crashdown.

Seriously, was he the only adult amongst his friends? This was getting out of hand.

+1

“What’s the big emergency?” Isobel asked the moment the three aliens arrived at their newest secret bunker. Maria, Rosa and Liz were already sitting there, waiting impatiently for the reason Kyle had called the meeting.

Michael looked around, then froze. “Wait, where’s Alex?”

“Oh god, did he get kidnapped again?”

“No, he’s safe!” Kyle clarified quickly when six pairs of stricken eyes stared at him.

“Then why are we here?”

Kyle paused then said gravely, “This is an intervention. You all need to lay off Guerin and Alex. I know lately he’s been more sad, pathetic cowboy than angry cowboy, but he did the right thing walking away. It would have been a dick move rejecting Alex then going after him again just when he started going out with someone else. He’s right to wait until they’re both ready. So leave them alone.”

“You called us here to tell us to mind our own business, but aren’t you also technically minding their business by telling us to mind our own business?” Isobel asked, obviously faking confusion.

Maria and Rosa giggled, while Liz tried looked like she was trying not to smile and failing miserably.

Kyle crossed his arms, mustering his dad’s patented disapproving look and giving them all a good dose. “Alex has made his choice. If it’s the wrong choice then it’s his wrong choice to make. If we’re really his friends we need to respect that.”

Pulling out the friend card quickly sobered up Maria, Rosa and Liz who looked at each other guiltily. Max just sat there quietly seeming unsure why he was there in the first place, while Isobel finally huffed then finally nodded.

“Good,” Kyle declared. “No more pushing. No more meddling. Now we’re all going home, and Guerin is going to drown his heartbreak at the Wild Pony.”

“You really think Alex is that into Forrest?” Isobel asked, when everyone else had left and it was just her and Kyle.

Kyle let slip a small smile. Now that he had her word she wouldn’t interfere; he had no qualms in telling her what he knew. “Alex said it’s been fizzling out for weeks. They finally called it quits a few days ago.”

“What? Why didn’t you say anything? Michael could have rushed off to wherever Alex is and declared his undying love, black cowboy hat in hand.”

He gave her a look because 1.) they just went through this and 2.) Isobel was clearly watching too many soaps.

“Right. No meddling,” She pouted, then brightened immediately. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still watch in the sidelines. Where did you say Alex was again?”

“I didn’t,” Kyle paused and then added casually, “But we’re supposed to have drinks at the Pony tonight.”

Isobel gasped seeming to remember Kyle directing Michael to the same place. “You are such a hypocrite.”

“It’s not meddling if they just happen to be at same place at the same time at the right moment.”

She grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the door. “You and I are going there right now. We deserve to see this pay off.”

Kyle didn’t resist. As cheesy as all this was, he’d love to see Alex’s epic happy ending too.

[dannejavi]

Tales of Dusk: The Wicked Witch

"Yes, keep going.  Keep fucking me, Wolf!" The old hag’s ecstatic screams echoed inside the ruined cabin located at the far outskirts of the Beacon Hills Preserve.

Derek panted, breathless, as his hips rhythmically pistoned slamming relentlessly against Lorna’s elderly body. Heedless of any potential damage her seemingly frail body might incur, Lorna shook from the ferocious fucking. Rather, her bony, emaciated hands groped the hardened granite muscle of Derek’s ass, sharp nails dug into the taut flesh, eagerly pulling Derek’s body flush against her own.

Bathed in the full moon’s glow, streaming from the large gaping hole on the cabin roof, Derek’s and Lorna’s body were contorted in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs.  Skin stuck together from hours of pleasure. Derek had both hands cradling the witch’s cadaverous face, taking her crumpled mouth in a harsh bruising kiss. His tongue trespassing past yellowed crooked teeth, broken from age and use.

The beams of light surrounded them in a romantic glow.  And from a distance, the two would seem like any other passionate couple expressing their love underneath the pale moonlight.  But love, or at least true love, was far from what was happening. Lorna, the ancient centennial witch, had managed to cast a spell on Derek Hale, the last scion of the once powerful Hale werewolf line.  

Lorna uses Derek as a bodyguard, a mind-controlled slave to be her right hand and protect her from uncommon situations that may require brute force rather than magic. She also canalized a succubi witchcraft that allows her to leech vital energy from other people through the intimate exchange of bodily fluids.

AKA: sex.

To have under your thrall a young handsome born Alpha werewolf as both a personal bodyguard and deviant sex slave would be a genuine coup for anyone.  Lorna made sure to utilize her windfall as often as any 300-year-old woman can. Weeks after the fact, it’s still a huge stroke to her ego that all this glorious man is hers to have and own.

On the tattered mattress set on the dirty floor, Lorna’s pipe-thin legs quivered in the air.  Between them, Derek mercilessly hammered amidst the witch’s raucous screams of bliss. Her claws scratching a mess of lines across Derek’s broad back.  The slap of skin and Derek’s efforted grunts and gasps the symphony to their affair.

Derek felt her usually lose canal tighten, hear the quickened breath and rushing pulse coursing with adrenaline and endorphins.  He took one baggy tit and fondled what little form left within. With a lascivious smile, he locked his steel-flecked emerald eyes with her cataract-clouded ones and latched full lips onto a wrinkled nipple.

"Delicious." Derek hummed in bliss, cheeks hollowing while hungrily nursing the tit. Lorna choked on a giggle as she felt the rough of his tongue lap her liver-spotted skin, salty and greasy from their combined sweat and saliva.  

She laughed, bony hands moved between Derek's lower back and the slope of his plump ass. "Yeah, suck my tits, mutt." She ordered with two playful hard slaps.

Derek had slowed his thrusts to give her tits its appropriate worship, suckling, and nursing as he switched between.  Both equally saggy and withered, far different from the taut, smooth, firm ones Derek was more accustomed to with his previous lovers.

Nonetheless, he put on a show for her.  Fitting as much of the formless flesh inside his mouth.  Tongue dipping into wrinkled crevices. Suckling greedy as an unweaned baby.  He let the old flesh slide out from his lips, the tit slump over Lorna's chest with a wet bump, making both of them laugh. Derek smirk was to stop traffic, and the witch's proud of had caught such an Adonis bubbled in her guts.

Derek leaned over, sticking out his large flat tongue all over the protuberant bones on her liver-spotted cleavage. He kissed, licked and nibbled, rubbing his stubble on every inch of exposed wrinkly skin. It was like a dog scent marking his territory, his bitch. Lorna smiled. She brought right hand to hold Derek's jaw under long, creepy slender fingers, greyish nails digging the flawlessness of his skin.

"Do you like my aged, ancient form, wolf?" She asked, sneaking a thumb through Derek's swollen lips, he promptly takes it and starts to suckle.

"Love it." He mumbled around the finger, sweat-soaked face and clouded green eyes under the penumbra.

"Tell me more" Lorna teased behind a crooked smile.

Derek had both hands on her flaccid, lanky tights, thrusting uninterrupted into her loose cunt.

"Love your kisses, your tits. Love the dragging of my cock in and out of your pussy," Derek confessed, closing eyes and throwing head back. "God it’s amazing!"

The witch guffawed, giving two slaps on Derek's face to have his attention back. "You’re such a dog,” she said, nails raking down the flawless skin of his chest. “It’s time Alpha. Step up the tempo and breed me with your fertile semen."

"Yes ma'am" smiling, Derek obeyed. Assuming a straight position, he sits under his shins, pulling the hag closer and throwing her legs over his thick corded tights; Derek bracketed her thin waist and resumed the insane rhythm, watching his 10 inches cock sliding in and out of her loose, ancient pussy.

While Derek’s muscles puffed out beautifully, Lorna's protuberant bones made salient under her repugnant, crepey skin, with Derek's powerful strokes. It was like he was fucking a drought, withered corpse.

Sweat ran down in thick rivulets by the crevice of his spine, Derek's muscled form colliding against Lorna's decrepit one, a twisted, gruesome vision worthy of a terror movie.

"That's it Alpha, keep going.  I can feel it already" Lorna yelled out, feeling the succubi magic running through her body. She watched in ecstasy Derek's chiseled form, every inch of his sun-kissed skin drenched in sweat, rolling down the swell of his carved chest, his perfect abs rippling with each thrust, throbbing veins on his bulging biceps, his focused face staring down at her with wild and primal lust. She definitely wasn't getting rid of him any time soon.

Lorna’s whole body shook under Derek’s pace, her saggy breasts flapping back and forth violently. Despite her skeletal form, there’s not much of flabby skin to flap around, but every hit of Derek’s hips makes her old muscles ripple with mechanic impact.

Derek's breathing becomes frantic, almost desperate as he looked at Lorna, flashing red eyes. He slid hands up, bracketing her cadaveric, salient ribcage, pulling her decrepit body to meet his thrusts.

"It’s coming! Shit, it's coming!" he yelled out, feeling the pull on his massive balls.

"Yes! Breed my decayed form with your fertile seed, Alpha Hale. Breed the old witch to Ever-living!" Lorna shouted out as an enchantment, her high-pitched creepy laughs vibrating through Derek's body, her vagina tightens, almost like to prevent his cock to escape.

Derek bottomed out and stays still, throwing head back in a deep, animalistic roar, red eyes and sharp fangs exposed on his open mouth as his knot swells quickly, tying them up. The cold wind of the night shook the tree's crown outside the log cabin, frightening whistles through the cracks on the rotten wood boards.

Derek's body tensed as he dumped inside Lorna's longtime useless womb. She trembled, feeling her stud’s semen coating her dried endometrium, back arching from the mattress, hands gripping tight her messed brittle grey hair, desperately relishing on the tingling sensation arising from her hips, down her legs and up on her torso.

He spilled huge gallons of white creamy semen: one, two, three, four, five in a row, the muscles on his thighs and hips prickling.

That’s the extra effect from the only anatomical change she did on Derek’s body; a big bulbous knot at the base of his cock. It granted that wouldn’t slip out and made him ejaculate double, triple than usual. Even his balls had become bigger than normal due to the higher frequency of magical semen-producing.

In his Alpha form, he looked down at the witch, red eyes and fangs out, feeling his vitality flowing away through his balls and cock.

“Oh, shit, yes!” Lorna whined high pitched, shrunken mouth open in an ‘O’, her body squirming, eyes wide at the full moon above them; the image of her writhing naked form resembling an undead, withered mummy coming back to life. With cataract-clouded irises she looked over Derek, as her womb absorbed his werewolf loads, recharging her magic essence and providing life longevity.

"Oh, Mighty Mother! I feel so alive! It is exhilarating!" she gasped behind gruesome giggles, veins on her gaunt neck and skeletal arms bumping swollen with powerful Alpha energy into her decrepit body.

Derek’s muscles trembled as he huffed like a bull. He slid hands along Lorna’s scraggy tights, fangs turning back to the human shape and eyes greeting the witch with usual green shade. There’s a flush on his cheekbones, bangs plastered to his frown, sweat dripping by his stubbled chin when Derek looked down at her cadaveric face with a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

Feeling invigorated, Lorna quickly pushed herself up sitting on Derek’s lap. Legs wrapped on his waist, she put one arm around his shoulders, using her free hand to touch Derek’s face. The new position allows his cock goes deeper inside her, and he groans with the extra stimulation.

“Derek Samuel Hale,” She said nonchalantly with aged rusty voice, slender thumb stroking back and forth his flushed cheek. With lidded eyes and sex smug face, Derek stared her, bunny teeth showing between half-open lips.

“What a perfect, macho specimen that you are, uhn? Handsome face, Greek-God body, a high top predator and a prime breeder.” She leaned, licking the sweat off Derek’s face, suckling the droplets by his chin and lapping under his eyelids. “Mother Nature made you an epitome of masculinity. A legit masterpiece in form of flesh and blood. Best Alpha I ever had in decades”

“Thank you, ma’am. It’s my pleasure to serve you.” He darkly confessed between giggles when she dug broken teeth on his jawbone. Lorna’s long tongue slid out reaching Derek’s mouth, he promptly open to her full access.

Bathed by the silvery moonlight, they began to make out, a repugnant scene of entangled firm muscles and aged saggy flesh; a young Alpha werewolf and a centennial old hag connected by sexual frenzy.

Lorna's grey slimy tongue explored the insides of his mouth, lavishing it with rancid yellowed saliva and Derek correspond it, pressing his red, hot tongue against hers, kissing with such fervor and carnality in intention to make Lorna’s wrinkly mouth bruised.

Out of all fucked up situations Derek had got into his life, this could easily be on top of the rank.

The slurping sounds were wet, lascivious and obscene, Derek using his grip on her hips to move her back and forth, making friction necessary to brush his knot inside her cunt.  

Lorna broke the kiss and delivered a slap on his face, hard and strong, Derek’s head turning to the side at the force of it. He looked back at her, smirking as thin three red lines of nails bruises on his face slowly healing back to normal, leaving the skin flawless again.

“Stay still, mutt, otherwise your knot will never shrink back,” she said, leaning again to lick the little strips of blood before they healed.

“Your pussy is so warm, I could stay knotted on you forever.” Derek giggled, letting the witch licks all over his face.

Lorna's hideous guffaws filled the cabin.

“I know you are a wild animal in constant lust state that needs breed anything, anytime. But this won’t be a problem. I will keep you on a leash.” She clamped down, clutching her vaginal muscles around Derek swollen, sensitive knot, sending electric bolts up in his body.

With eyes closed, Derek groaned as unloaded more semen inside her.

“We’re gonna spend at least half an hour here. How about you suck my tits as we wait for your filthy knot shrunk back?”

Derek opened foggy eyes and smiled brightly “Great idea. Thank you, ma'am,” He latched on her cracked nipples, humming in glee as the witch’s shrieking, wicked laughs echoed through the night.

~X~

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