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highfunctioningflailgirl · 4 years ago

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Whumptober No. 2

“What is the nature of your medical emergency?”

Rios could imagine the EMH flickering into existence beside him, asking his ridiculous question even while looking at the bone sticking out of Cris’ arm. Of course, the hologram had been programmed to go through a standard catalogue of inquiries, but after several years of service aboard La Sirena, including a variety of medical emergencies (all of them involving Rios, the only crew member with an actual human body), Cris had a feeling the EMH had stuck to that question only to annoy him.

How he wished he’d annoy him now.

Cradling his broken arm, he gingerly shifted to find a better position leaning against the spiky wall of rock that made up his prison cell. Not that there was a lock or even a door. Not even a force-field. The cave-like structure had a roughly triangular shape, its tip opening to a corridor that disappeared into a right turn. It was mocking Rios to get up and run, but even if the pain in his arm didn’t make him gag at the simplest movement, the collar around his neck kept him from even trying.

Oh, he had tried, of course. He’d pushed himself to his feet, breathing through the agony that lit up in his arm, and taken a few unsteady steps to the exit. But, nearing some sort of invisible trigger, he’d felt the thin, cool band around his neck starting to hum in warning. And then the pain had hit him. Not like an electric shock. That was child’s play compared to the searing, all-consuming wave that had travelled through his blood and bones - broken or whole - while refusing to grant him the mercy of unconsciousness. All he’d been able to do was drop to the ground and ride it out, waiting for the agony to pass or for death to please please end it.

It had passed, eventually, after seconds or minutes or hours; he couldn’t be sure. He’d fallen asleep after, right where he’d dropped, and dragged himself back to the furthest wall of his cell when he’d woken again, shaking and with his arm pounding as he tried not to move it. Whatever technology was behind that fucking collar - he was not going to test it again.

Thus, he’d resorted to waiting. Waiting for his crew (he had a crew now, he reminded himself) to either break him out or get the Hul’t’arah what they wanted: six tons of Anthysium, a rare mineral from a small planet in the Delta Quadrant. Rios had no clue what the fuck the Hul’t’arah were planning on doing with it - it was mainly used as a medicinal ingredient - and, honestly, he didn’t care right now. All he wanted was to get out of here before his arm could fester and fall off.

Stupid enough of him to let himself get captured in the first place. Even more stupid to put up a fight when two hairy, six-eyed, seven-foot tall humanoids with the strength of an ox had you by the arms. He’d paid for his resistance with a casual twist of his wrist that had snapped his ulna and radius like twigs, one jagged bone end sickeningly penetrating his skin. He’d screamed. He’d thrown up. He’d become used to the sight and the pain in the last… what? Two days? Three?

But he had a crew now, he kept telling himself as his stomach churned from hunger and pain and the open wound on his arm wept suspiciously milky fluid onto his dirt-encrusted pants. A crew that consisted mainly of holograms, but with the recent addition of a little blonde doctor who’d stuck around, an old former Star Fleet Admiral who frequently booked him as a pilot and a recovering addict who sometimes came along for the ride.

They weren’t exactly the cavalry, but they were on board of La Sirena, and he was pretty certain they would not just let him rot down here.

And they didn’t. Later, when he’d curled up into a ball against the onset of fever chills, his arm throbbing with every heartbeat, he was roused from his haze by noises outside his cell. Animalistic grunts. The hiss of phasers being fired. Bodies dropping to the ground.

Two figures stepped into his cell, and in the murky darkness, Rios recognized the wild curls before Raffi squatted down in front of him, Soji at her side.

Soji?

“Cris, babe, we’ve got to go. Can you stand?”

Raffi helped him uncurl and flinched at the sight of his arm. It was Soji who hooked him under on his good side and easily, gently pulled him to his feet.

Rios gasped a Spanish curse when a wave of pain rolled over him. His head swam.

“I c-can’t get out of here,” he stammered. “I can’t… the collar.” He stretched his neck to display it. “It’s tr-triggered when I-“

But Soji was already on it. Her free hand closed around the thin band, and Rios felt a tickling sensation, then heard a crack, like wood splitting in heat, and the collar fell away.

Raffi kicked its broken halves aside and carefully slung her arm around Rios’ other side. In spite of the women’s support, he felt his knees threatening to buckle.

He shook his head.

“I can’t w-walk.”

“You don’t have to, babe.”

Raffi plucked something rectangular from her belt and attached it to Rios’ chest like a com badge.

A flickering pillar erupted above their heads.

“Channel established! Three ready for transport!” She spoke loudly, locking eyes with Soji.

“Aye, Raffi,” Picard’s voice, distorted, sounded from a distance. “Hold on tight.”

Picard’s warning was justified. This transport was a rough ride that had nothing to do with the seamless blink-of-an-eye relocation of molecules Rios was used to. As Raffi and Soji held him by his belt and around his back, he felt a wrenching sensation travelling through his body. They had to be breaking through some kind of force field. He wasn’t sure if he screamed - there seemed to be no air in his lungs, in the spray of pixels that was his lungs as his body was dissolved and then reassembled in a dizzying whoosh. Every cell in his body burned when he landed on a hard surface, eyes closed against the pain. Hands were on him immediately, and then he finally heard it:

“What is the nature of your- oh, bloody hell!”

It was the permission Rios needed to sink into unconsciousness.

***

He woke to the smell of very clean surfaces, humidified oxygen and Agnes. Her hand was at his cheek when he opened his eyes. Her face - tired worry lighting up - appeared above him, haloed by circular ceiling lights.

Sickbay.

“Hey,” Agnes said softly, mouth widening into a grin.

“Hey.” Dios, he sounded awful.

“How are you feeling?”

Rios swallowed, looking down at himself. Most of his body was covered by a medical blanket, but he could see - even if not feel - his injured arm. It was encased in a holographic ossifier that was blinking and whirring away as it knit his bones back together. Underneath the blanket, he felt his skin prickle where the biobed’s micro-injectors fed medication into his system. An oxygen clip tingled under his nose. There was no actual pain, but his whole body felt heavy and flattened to the bed as if coming out from under a serious illness.

Mierda.

“I guess- ” He had to clear his throat. “I guess I’ll be al- “

“You will be perfectly fine, Captain Rios,” the EMH chimed in, materialising by the bed. “Now that the sepsis is abating and the compound fracture in your arm is fusing. Although we did have a bit of a close call when your kidneys were attempting to shut down - a process, which, quite fortunately, I was able to reverse in time.”

Rios rolled his eyes at the hologram’s self-indulgent gloating. Agnes chuckled.

Weakly, Rios lifted his good hand and waved it at the EMH. “Deactiv-”

“THAT won’t work,” the hologram said with barely covered smugness. “Not until your body functions have returned to a satisfactory level. Remember?” He pointed at himself with a tricorder that had appeared in his hand out of thin air. “Emergency hologram. Self-activates until the emergent situation has been fully resolved. It hasn’t.”

He fucking smirked. Rios felt his head beginning to ache.

Frowning convincingly, the EMH looked at Rios’ vitals projected against the wall of the cubicle.

“Your blood pressure and cortisol output are elevated,” the hologram observed, immediately wielding the tricorder to point it at Rios. “Are you experiencing any kind of discomfort?”

Yes, Rios thought, it’s called ‘annoyance’.

“No,” he said as firmly as possible, when Agnes looked at him with new worry. “I’m fine.”

“Still,” The EMH replied, checking the tricorder’s readings with exaggerated concentration. “I would like you to get more rest. Your body has been through a serious trauma and needs to repose.”

Rios would have liked to roll his eyes again, but it hurt his head too much, so instead he merely sighed while Agnes, instinctively, stroked his forehead.

“He’s right,” she said gently. “You should sleep. You look exhausted. And you’re not missing out on anything. Picard, Enoch and Emmett have things under control.”

The old man, his Irish fanboy and the tattoed narcoleptic.

Rios’ headache intensified. He closed his eyes with a groan.

“Rightt, that’s enough.”

Something beeped and, alarmed, Rios tore his eyes back open.

“Oye! You’re not going to inject me with-“

Too late.

He heard the hiss of the hypo spray and felt its cool contents permeate the skin of his neck. The last thing he registered before sleep took him was the EMH’s sorrowful remark:

“He really doesn’t get any nicer.”

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(Read all my Whumptober 2020 fics on AO3, here.)

#whumptober 2020 #star trek picard #cristobal rios #agnes jurati #EMH #Raffi Musiker #Soji

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goldandbluesmiles · 5 years ago

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Bloody Courting

Summary: "There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,"

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

"And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,"

These days he was really wishing that he hadn't driven the last point very hard. Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

Ao3

Note: This is part 1. You can read part 2 here.

TW: Mention of body parts. Nothing graphic. It’s Earth 3 so things are a little messed up.

XXX

Jason was the only pup that was truly his.

Not that the others weren't but he couldn't call any of them just his own, all of them having responsibilities elsewhere, having ties to someone else. Dick was an Alpha and they usually took toward their Alpha mentors. Dick had grown into Talon and was now one of the most vicious forces on this side of the globe. Bruce was proud, so proud but Dick would always be more Thomas then Bruce, no matter how much the young Alpha hated the older Wayne.

Damian Al Ghul and Helena Kyle-Wayne were his little miracle pups. Born as fraternal twins and sired by two different Alphas. However, Helena was, again, an Alpha. And while Selena was much more lenient than any other Alpha about Helena being with her omega bearer, Helena was an Alpha and would naturally gravitate toward her Alpha mother. Damian was an omega but he was the heir to the League, so really, Bruce was lucky that Talia had stood up to her father, otherwise, he might not have gotten to know the little pup at all.

Tim Drake was another little pup he had held close, much like Dick, except that Tim's loyalty was to his parents. He was the only omega child to an alpha father and a beta mother. There were many parents that chose to have heir child mentored by another person if their designation didn't match and the Drakes had chosen Bruce to mentor theirs. Tim would always come to Bruce first with his achievements and grievances but it wasn't the same.

Cassandra was already trained in a certain manner by her biological father, one that Bruce did not agree with but could not change. He supported her when he could and completely adored her but she was a flighty dancer and had come to him while she was already grown.

Stephanie, Harper, Cullen, Barbara, more protege than children and really that was how it was always going to be.

But Jason. Jason was all his. He was a crime alley omega which meant that none of the Alphas around would take him under their wing and no one in Bruce's circle wanted to 'taint' their blood with an omega mate from the alley. He was Bruce's to raise, to cherish and to hold close. Bruce's to teach and mould.

It was Bruce's job to make sure the omega pup made it to the top of the world and he would do a damn good job of it. Their world bowed to the powerful and strong and he would make sure that Jason was the best.

He has told Jason that much when he has taken the little pup in.

"There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,"

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

"And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,"

These days he was really wishing that he hadn't driven the last point very hard.

Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

XXX

The first sign of what was to come had come when someone had asked Jason to the Halloween dance in his sophomore year.

"Hey B," said Jason while expertly hitting every target with his blades, "I need a costume for the Halloween dance,"

"Huh," said Bruce, "Don't you already have one? The pirate one?"

"Oh yeah, but I got asked to the dance by this really cute alpha girl and we're matching so we're doing Zorro,"

Bruce grinned at the young omega, "So someone asked you huh? How? Did they present you with a gift?"

"Yeah," said Jason, throwing the last knife and heading to where Bruce was standing, "Wanna see?"

Jason took out a small wooden box. Inside, nestled in velvet was a small white ring. Bruce had to admit it looked quite nice, strong and well crafted, the light barely touching-

"Wait," he said, "Is that made of a human finger bone?"

"Yeah!" said Jason, "Cool isn't it. We were talking about people keeping trophies from their kills and I said making something pretty out of it would be the best insult since they're still serving you in death and she gave this to me today and asked,"

"Huh?" said Bruce, not knowing how to feel about the thing, "It's an interesting gift,"

"Right," said Jason, "Some other people asked me too but hey all gave boring gifts so I ignored them,"

"Boring?" wondered Bruce

"You know. Flowers. Candies and stuff," said Jason, "This is much cooler. Now about the costume,"

Bruce shrugged as Jason started listing supplies for his costume. It was just a bone ring. Nothing to worry about.

He really should have thought better.

XXX

There was a box at his doorstep.

And it was dripping blood.

That could not be anything good. Someone had actually gotten close to their door to leave this here and from all the blood the message could only be a threat.

Bruce carefully opened the box and-

-found a perfectly cut heart inside with a note.

'Be my valentine?'

Bruce sighed.

"Jason!"

Jason came running down and grinned when he saw the box.

"Oh god, he actually did it,"

"Explain," said Bruce, having some idea where this was going.

Jason laughed, "He asked what it would take to get my heart and on a whim, I said 'a heart' and he actually did it,"

"Is the same person that asked you out with patches of tattoed skin?"

"Nope, new guy,"

"Of course," Bruce sighed

"Anyway Valentines tomorrow," said Jason, grabbing the box, "I have an outfit to get ready,"

"Watch for the blood!" he called out but Jason was already gone

"Human bone jewellery, tattoed skin patches, an actual bloody heart," muttered Bruce, "What's next? A severed head?"

He really shouldn't have asked.

XXX

There was a severed head in the box, eyes still open and tongue sticking out of their mouth.

The words 'Prom?' were carved into its forehead.

Bruce heaved a sigh and decided to take the box to Jason himself. He found the young boy sitting in the library, reading a book.

"You have an invite to prom," he told the omega

"If its another cake, I don't want it," said Jason, not even looking up from his book

"It's a severed head,"

That got his attention.

"Oh?" said Jason, "Who's is it?"

"See for yourself," said Bruce, handing his son the box

"Ah," said Jason, looking at the head, "Jeffery. He likes to mess with younger omegas. Or well 'liked' I guess,"

"Did he do anything to you," asked Bruce, the protective instinct rising inside of him

Jason snorted, "No. He wouldn't have had the balls to. Anyway, I like to deal with my problems on my own,"

"Right," said Bruce

Jason hummed and then looked at Bruce, "Do you think I could wear a dress to prom? I'm still pretty slim and it would look nice with my developing curves,"

Bruce looked from the head to the bright smile on Jason's face and resigned himself to seeing bloody gifts in the future.

"Sure Jay, you can wear a dress,"

XXX

Once Jason graduated high school, he got into Princeton and stayed there for the next four years, barely showing his face in Gotham. People started to wonder if he would ever come back.

Bruce knew better though. He'd seen his son's plans, the fire in his eyes and the blood behind his teeth.

Jason was a Gothamite, born and bred.

He would come back.

And come back he did.

Red X rose through the ranks of Gotham's underbelly with a viciousness that even surprised Bruce. The people of crime alley and the narrows worshipped him and those that opposed him feared him. He made everyone bow to him and his meetings with the rest of Gotham's big players, including the elite, were a sight to behold.

Really, Bruce couldn't have been prouder.

His son's newfound popularity also meant that there were a lot more people trying to gain his favours. And while Jason no longer lived with Bruce, he, however, did come to visit often.

And bring his gifts along.

"Look, Bruce! It's a torture wheel. Still has a bit of blood on it,"

"Here! Look! it was used to decapitate the rogue gang a couple of months ago. I think I might spend my heat with this one,"

"Another heart Bruce! You'd think I'd be over getting hearts by now but really, never gets old,"

"Dad! Dad! A skull!"

"Remember that Beta we were talking about, someone cut off his fingers for me. I think I'm gonna meet them,"

"Why can't he like normal gifts?" Bruce wailed, "I liked normal gifts,"

"I brought you stolen jewellery Lover," said Selina, running a hand through his hair

"And I brought you blades," said Talia, "There were flowers too but mostly weapons,"

"Still normal gifts!" insisted Bruce, "This one likes actual human hearts, and fingers and skulls!"

Talia laughed and gave him a kiss, "He's happy, Beloved. That's what you want for him, right?"

Bruce sighed. She was right of course. He wanted his son to be happy. He could put up with a few torture devices and clean body parts.

And then Roy fucking Harper happened.

#omegajasontoddweek #omega jason todd #bruce wayne #jason todd

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sxleroux · 5 years ago

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the training floor, late in the day / @rivawaldron

The training floors are familiar, a nice little safe haven for Sol. He might be getting used to a new office and new squadmates, but he can always count on the training floor being relatively empty at this time of day, he can always count on being able to come here and tire himself out before he goes home and tries to sleep. Exhaustion, that’s what he needs to knock himself out. He needs to be tired enough that he won’t fret over the dreams that might come to him, the visions that might creep into his sleep. He doesn’t want to see the future tonight, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he goes home alone with this energy still in his bones.

There’s one surefire way to expell it. Magic. Wandless magic. It takes more out of him, he guesses, because he’s still getting the hang of it. Two months of scraping it together from bare bones, trying to remember the theory and make it work out there, in the woods, when he was starving and dying and traumatised. Runes and gliphs carved into his skin, tattoed there magically. Spells he half made up on his own, falling back on what he was good at already. A shield charm. Wards to protect himself, to hide himself.

He could do all that.

But he wanted to do more. He wanted to be the magic now. He wanted to be able to do everything. He could use a wand, he knew, but they could take wands away from you. They could steal your wand and steal your freedom, lock you up. But they couldn’t take your hands, your bones, your blood, the magic that lived in you could never be fully stolen.

So they’re working. They’re trying. They have been for over an hour already. A stunning spell, that’s what they’re working on. Something they can use if they need to go on the offensive for once. It’s weak, but they’re making it work, somehow –– only a quarter as powerful as he’d been able to do with his wand, but it’s a start.

He jumps a little, when he feels someone else come in the room. Looks over his shoulder, sees another unfamiliar face. “Uh,” He says, eloquent, taking her in. She looks cool, he thinks, and he tries for a smile, feeling basful about getting caught here the way he had been. “Sorry, I can clear out, if you need to get some training in. I was just... I was just messing around.”

#& –– riva.#& –– riva 01.

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theprincebuffoon · 6 years ago

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On Humans

Elliseraë rolled up on her side, her gentle hips backlit by the crackling campfire. She'd been studying her spellbook but it now lay abandoned, pages still open by the fire, her raven familiar hopping across its pages. It let out a soft crow, nudging her with its beak.

”Shhh, Sildreth.” she voiced at little more than a whisper. ”Let's not disturb the humans. I want to see where this goes.”

The bird looked where she was looking, at the two humans in the camp, some distance away from the fire. They weren't asleep. Mumbled words escaped them, in a tone too hushed for human ears – but Elliseraë, of course, was an elf. She could hear and see them very well, despite their silence and the heavy moonless night.

”Among my people,” came the first voice, a woman's, strong and somber like the rolling of the sea. She cleared her throat. ”Among my people, to do what you did merits the greatest honor.”

”Thanks, Kauri. But among my people,” replied the man, ”my people being back-alley bastards of Blackgate,” he clarified, ”it's Tuesday. Give it a rest, will ya?”

The woman sat up from where she was lying, and Elliseraë squinted. Kauri was a barbarian of the Isles, oak-skinned and tall-framed, her red hair like a blaze of fire where it fell around her shoulders. Worgskin armor, black as midnight, draped around her chest and continued down into a loincloth, disappearing between her naked thighs. She had taken off her greaves and her pauldrons for comfort, the beast-bone plates glowing dully by the fire.

”I will not. Redrick.” She spoke his name, and Elliseraë heard a strange thing in how she said it. It was like a wind on a hot day. Once, she had heard such a tone in the neighing of a mare, on the rolling summer fields of Etharine, as a girl, a hundred summers or more in the past. It was strange to catch it here. Kauri's voice was like ice and thunder, not like hot summer's wind at all.

”That's my name,” quoth the man, pulling a blanket over his head. ”Don't wear it out, kay?”

”I apologize.” Kauri said, taken aback. ”I was not aware names could be worn out. My... my friend.” she said. ”Listen to me.”

”Look, it's been a long day,” Redrick replied, ”you, uh, you buy me a beer next time we hit town, alright, and we'll call it even.”

She shook her head. Red curls danced around her tattoed cheeks. The dim light shone off her forehead and her nose – she was blushing. ”It won't suffice. You saved my life.”

”You would've done the same for me. Actually you have. Remember that damn shark-ogre?”

She laughed. It was a soft laugh for so big a woman, almost a giggle. ”You were so frightened!”

”It was the size,” Redrick sighed, ”of a dead king's ego. Including the podium. Of course I was afraid, you crazy wench.”

”I'm large too,” Kauri said, and her eyes twinkled like stars against the night. ”You don't fear me.”

”Well, you're on my side.”

”Yes.”

The word made Elliseraë blush. ”Yes”, that was all, but the way Kauri had said it, it was as if it burned the air. Redrick, it seemed, had noticed it too. He looked up from his bedroll. Only the gold rings in his ears glinted against the dark of his midnight hair. These and his searching eyes, scanning once around the camp. Elliseraë saw them, and feigned sleep, backlit by the camp-fire.

”Yes.” Kauri said again. ”Of course I'm on your side. I swore it.”

”Yeah, well,” Redrick relaxed. It seemed he had heard obligation in her voice, nothing more. ”I'm Blackgate. We don't swear, and when we do, we're lying. Not really familiar with the concept.”

”And still you saved me.”

Redrick shrugged. ”You cook good stews. Would be a shame to lose ya. You're great, Kauri, now let me... sleep.”

He paused before the last word.

Kauri's arms were behind her back. She was stretched out now, sitting on her knees, back arched. Her face towards the moon, she was whispering something, mouthing, perhaps, a prayer. Or perhaps indeed just a silent wish, passed over her lips like a hot summer wind. Elliseraë blushed, feeling something suddenly fierce and animal inside her that was nothing like magic and yet everything like it. Gods, what was Kauri doing – was she-?

She was. The worgskin fell heavy from her body, away from her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. They were bound beneath it, of course they were, held in place with a broad linen band. Still, so much of her was visible now, her oak-skin abdomen, her magnificent strength, she was a lioness, Elliseraë thought, a lioness, a panther, a rock.

”I'm glad you like my cooking.” she said, and now her voice had yet another wind in it, but this not a summer's wind, more a gale. Yes. Elliseraë heard it, there was strength in her body and now also in her voice, untamed strength, fierce and howling though hidden yet, and hushed.

“But there is more.”

”Kauri, uh...”

”No. Shush, Blackgate.” she said. ”I won't use your name if it's at risk of being worn. You care for me. Do you deny it?”

”Course I do. We've been traveling together for what, three months? You don't spend that long with someone and not... y'know... buy them a beer. But come on, we save each other all the time, it's the horking business. We're adventurers.”

”It is different.” she said. ”You have no obligation.”

”I don't got no obligation to nobody, no,” Redrick said. His voice stumbled over negations, and Elliseraë heard in it a kind of... strange fear. He was normally so confident, but now he sounded like a buck on the run. Panting. Powerful, still, antlers raised in defense. The lioness smiled.

She leaned down, on all fours. Crawled over him, on top of him. Elliseraë drank in her form in the weak fire-light, thanking the gods for her elfin night's sight. Kauri was in her underwear, her breast-wraps and a loincloth, and her form was magnificent. Muscle and thew on a large, oak-brown body, decorated only by snaking sinuous ink. Tattoos played over her powerful thighs as she crawled, like the stripes of a tigress. Elliseraë's heart raced, and her throat tightened, and something else inside her tightened also. She felt a second heartbeat in an unfamiliar place, between her legs.

Summer winds blew over the entire camp now, and it was very warm.

”You care for me, Redrick. Deny it. Lie.”

”You corner me like a rat and expect me to lie?”

”You've done it before. Use your words, thief.”

”Fine. I care for you. There’s a truth.”

His eyes met hers, and Elliseraë stifled a gasp. It was like lightning, like storms. Like the crackles from her fingers at a powerful spell. Her robes were too warm. She hoisted up the skirts, slipped them over her pale, thin knees and paler thighs. Just for cooling. Just for relief.

”True. But more.” Kauri smiled, searching his eyes. ”You want me.”

”I- I do. Also a truth. I do want you.” he confirmed. ”But forget about it, right? You're like... two stories tall. You want men built like mountains, with arms like tree trunks and cocks like-”

Elliseraë gasped at the word, but Redrick, for once, was lost for words. He struggled. ”Like... I'm not saying I'm small, but-”

”Show me.”

Redrick, now, blushed. It didn't seem he could think of anything to say.

”All right.” Kauri nodded. ”I will show you first.”

Kauri rose to kneel above him, stretched tall like a wave. Her arms went behind her again, and Elliseraë saw the flexing of her muscles, the bending of her back. Then the first garment fell, and her breasts were revealed, large, heavy, imposing, silk-smooth and dark brown and empty of tattoos. Nothing decorated them like the rest of her body, nothing to draw attention from her proud, mahogany nipples. Without pausing, she began to untie her loincloth.

Elliseraë felt her own breasts. Her nipples were proud and perky too, hard through her silk robes. It felt good to touch them, play with them, and she squeezed herself, letting out a whispered moan. But the best, she knew, was still to come. She must watch. Silently she unlaced her robes at the front, opening them, letting summer kiss her breasts, but she must watch all the while. She inhaled in silence.

Redrick's blankets had come off him now. It was warm, and he had slept without a shirt. His chest was slim, lithe, almost hairless, he was built like a thief and an acrobat. He was resting on his elbows, eyes on Kauri, eyes on her loincloth which presently fell. Untied at the hip and thrown to one side. Soft curls between her legs, hair – hair there. Humans had body hair, Elliseraë reflected. She felt herself there, curious, trying to imagine it. The touch was... rewarding. She touched herself more.

”You can't tell what cocks I want, Blackgate.”

”Then you-”

”I want yours. You. Now.”

Redrick glanced around. ”We're in camp,” he whispered nervously, ”surrounded by our friends and fellows! Here? Now?”

Her voice fell an octave. ”They sleep. If you want me – take me. Now. I offer me. Or are you not so skilled a thief?”

At the insult, finally, he perked up. ”I'm the best horking thief in Blackgate, wench. But can you stay quiet?”

”I can try.”

Her hands were at his trousers now, she was impatient, hungry. At this, he batted at her hands, grabbed at her wrists that were thicker than his forearms. His eyes met hers, the challenge received, and now a hot wind was in his voice also, and a fire in his eyes. And a fire was also tingling inside Elliseraë, a fire that demanded to be touched, teased, played with. Her robes were open, her hands inside them.

”All right. Yes. I want you. Wanted you for weeks. But hands off the goods. That's not how Blackgate fucks.”

”You don't use your cock?”

Her surprise was innocent, her eyes round. He, for his part, smiled at her, and then slipped closer to kiss her, taste her lips, his hands on her shoulders now. His fine, athletic body pulled up without effort, his excitement plainly visible through the rough linen trousers. He pressed his crotch against her and she groaned silently, then he bit her lip and pulled away.

”Not until you're ready.”

”My people fuck-”

”Like animals.” Redrick interrupted her. ”Let me fuck you like a man. A man,” he instructed, ”is patient. Methodical.” A hand slipped from her shoulder to cup her breast, touch it, knead it. She shivered, a single droplet hanging from her red lower lip, her mouth open. Two fingers grasped her nipple, and tweaked. ”A man plays his woman like an instrument.”

Her hips rocked helplessly in midair, grinding against nothing. Redrick was standing now, she was still kneeling, though barely much shorter with her great impressive height. His hands were in her hair, and he kissed her passionately, on her lips, on her eyes, on her neck, directing her this way and that with the gentlest touch of his soft thief's palms. Elliseraë couldn't stifle a moan, wishing for soft thief's palms on her own body, anywhere really, but preferrably where her own hands now touched her. One on her breast, the other teasing the dewdrop in her folds.

”Then fuck me,” Kauri whispered, ”like a man.”

”I am.” Redrick said. ”Moreover, like a thief. You know what a thief's greatest asset is, wench?”

She shook her head.

”His fingers.”

Kauri inhaled. Her breath was stopped, only a little whimper escaping her now, her whole body tense like a bowstring. Then a long, low groan escaped her the likes of which Elliseraë had never heard, like Mother Earth herself, a low, rumbling earthquake. The sound made her desperate, hungry for something primal, something far beneath her dignity as a noble pure-bred elf. Without care or concern she parted her legs, drove her fingers deeper in, touched, felt, rocked her hips. What was that dirty thief doing to her, to make a woman put forth such a sound?

Redrick kissed Kauri, again and again, showering her face and her breasts with attention. She was snorting and panting, breathing heavily again, frustrated and angry. His fingers had stopped. She had seized his hand.

”Not like this. I want more.”

”But you were-”

”Close. Yes. It is good.”

”Then why not continue-? You can't deny you enjoyed it.”

She pulled his hands away, effortlessly, lifted him, threw him down on the ground. Again she crawled on top of him, pinned him against his bedroll. Her eyes were steel, locked with his.

”Your way of fucking is good. You may show me more later. But this is not fucking like a man.”

”Like a civilized man!” he protested. ”Like a-”

”No.” she said. ”Women have fingers also. You...” she leaned down, and her hips met his, her wet, aching sex rubbed against the firmness in his trousers. ”...have this.”

”It won't be like you're used to.”

”It will be better.” she said. She put a hand to the strings of his trousers and untied them, with surprising dexterity. He squirmed against her, playfully fought, but she wasn't having it – his trousers came down. Elliseraë leaned forward, a hand leaving her breasts to balance her where she lay. She wished to see more.

He was hard indeed. Large, proud, and eager, his cock kissed the midnight air. It pulsed and twitched as Kauri ran a hand across it, admiring it only just a moment. Elliseraë did not see it for long before Kauri climbed atop him. She sank down on him easily, but slowly, inching her hips as she enveloped him in her folds, claimed him for her own. It was his turn to groan.

”Gods, woman, what... what feeling is this?”

”Strength.” she said simply. He bit his tongue as she tensed. It was almost invisible how her body tightened, but he could feel it. Elliseraë saw it, saw it in his eyes, his jaw, his whole body, saw how he squirmed as she held him inside her. The scent of them both filled Elliseraë's nostrils now. Rich, sweaty, primeval, human. Inside her. Yes.

Then, Kauri began to move her hips. She moved slowly, cautiously, up and down, clenching around him. The man trembled, hands digging into his bedroll first and then her arms, her skin, almost fighting her to stop. Kauri grinned, enjoying the sight, her red curls like a waterfall of flames around her face. She drank in what she could see of him, his helpless expression, his ragged breath, his soft hands clawing at her body. Every fiber of her being was engaged in his pleasure.

”Woman, I can't- it's so- fuck me, it's-”

”I am fucking you.” Kauri said simply. ”What is the matter? I thought you were patient.” she teased, ”Slow. Playing me like an instrument.”

”But- but this is-”

She increased her pace. Redrick's words spilled into a voiceless gasp, a breath. She rocked on top of him, claiming her pleasure, softly declaring it in little hums and mms.

”It is my turn to play you. You have a lovely cock.” she said. ”Release it inside me.”

”Damn you,” Redrick's hips bucked, his eyes intense, almost angry. ”I'm not- I won't- I was going to make you-”

”Yes.” Kauri said, and there was such heat in that word that Elliseraë gasped audibly now. Nobody heard her. The two were ensnared in each other. ”You were. And you will. Later. But I want you to come. Now.”

”I promise nothing.” he said defiantly.

”You don't have to.”

She smiled, and tensed around him. Her hips moved, her buttocks clenched. He couldn't stay silent. A loud grunt as his whole body raised off the ground, pushed inside her, pushed and thrust and rocked and came defiantly, angrily, swearing all the while. Elliseraë heard his voice and heard him come and her body reacted automatically, yes, yes, receive him, be ready for him, yes Yes and her whole body was Yes and she came as he did. Fingers reached their goal. Pleasure rolled through her body, the musk of them the heat of them and summer winds and howling gales and she was wild and untamed and she came again. And again.

And again.

The stars twinkled above her, silently. The campfire crackled. Her familiar was somewhere in a tree, embarrassed of the whole affair. Her robes were torn about her body, her breasts exposed, her legs parted. Fingers still rested there, glistening wet. She breathed without words. She had learned a lot about humans today. She heard their voices, distantly, as through water, as through a great ocean, and slowly, rising to the surface of her skin, she felt a blush.

”...Ell? Are you... watching?”

She closed her eyes. If she said yes, she hoped, they might teach her even more.

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OMG of course you can!!! Thank you so so much <3 <3 <3

(I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve decided to skip questions that I have unexciting answers for, or the ones I don’t feel comfortable answering)

The meaning behind my url:

A picture of me:

Last time i cried and why: With all honesty, I can’t remember? And I’m very happy about this!

How many tattoos i have and what they are: none and they are nowhere

Piercings i have: none

Favorite band: Blind Guardian

Biggest turn offs: honestly... the “””patriotic””” clothing. I don’t want to be within 10 m from the person wearing this shit.

Tattoos i want: I never really had a desire to have a tattoo. Although in the height of my Tolkien obsession I thought about One Ring’s verse around my wrist/ankle.

Age: 23

Ideas of a perfect date: Cat cafe!

Life goal: be happy

Piercings i want: Like with a tatto, I never really missed having a piercing? But I find piercing along/at the top of the earlobe very nice, so maybe someday.

Favorite movie: to no one’s surprise, Mad Max Fury Road

A fact about my life: I’m having a job interview tomorrow, pray for me guys.

Phobia: monkey brain says deep water scary

Middle name: One day I read that in old times middle names were these secret names to protect you from bad witches and so and from that time I feel uneasy about revealing my middle name on the Internet.

Height: 171

Are you a virgin? Yea I’m not discussing that topic with strangers on the Internet

What’s your shoe size? 39

What’s your sexual orientation?

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? I drink when I have an ocassion, like when I’m out with friends, which is not that often.

What’s one thing you regret? Being too afraid to ask a lady walking a beautiful, fluffy dog whether I could pet him.

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Nicholas Hoult maybe?

Favorite ice cream? Peanut butter from Nice Ice parlor.

One insecurity: “”””one”””””

What my last text message says: ‘Thanks’

Have you ever taken a picture naked? neither taken a picture of me naked, nor taken a picture of something else while being naked

Have you ever painted your room? yes but then my dad had to help me finish the work

Have you ever slept naked? no, I live with other people

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? yeah

Have you ever had a crush? yeah

Have you ever stole money from a friend? ...what kind of question is this??? Of course NOT

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Not in the real one.

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Like, went out without telling my parents, or specifically went out when they told me not to? If the latter then no, but also I never really needed to.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? eh

Have you ever been arrested? No, being an idiot is not a crime yet.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Ok, maybe I’m not understanding nuances of English language, but. Met up? Just met up? Yeah, I’m constantly meeting with members of opposite sex.

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? Yeah, is that weird at my age?

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? No, they’re all old.

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Once in high school, but I can’t even remember what I did then? Maybe went for an ice cream with friends?

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yeah.

Have you ever seen someone die? No.

Have you ever been on a plane? No :<

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? boy do I ever

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? Yes, I used motherlode in Sims 2... Also the code that made you be friends with Grim Reaper and the hula dancers.

Have you ever been lonely? Yeah?

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? No, but last Wednesday was a close call.

Have you ever been to a club? Yeah.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? No, I live in a quiet part of the world.

Have you ever touched a snake? No that I can remember.

Have you ever ran a red light? Yes. But I’ve done it very responsibly.

Have you ever been suspended from school? No, I was a good kid.

Have you ever had detention? ^^^ I was a very good kid!

Have you ever been in a car accident? ... yeah, in a very very minor one. I’ve been traumatized ever since, because a nasty old lady suddenly came out of the pharmacy’s to yell at me while other old ladies looked.

Have you ever hated the way you look? Kinda, but now I’m ok with my looks.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? I once saw a dude driving a bus roadway and a bus drove rigth in his car, Idk if that’s considered a crime, but it looked scary.

Have you ever been lost? Yes, but since it was on the biking trip with my friend, I prefer to call that “an adventure”.

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? yes! That would be Gdańsk and I have to do it again one day!

Have you ever felt like dying? Mentally or.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? ...yeah...

Have you ever sang karaoke? I was surprised myself, but actually yes. Although it was only some online karaoke that me and two friends sang out of boredom. I remember we were covering Barbie Girl.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Many times I thought to myself “there’s no way I’m gonna pass this class” but then, surprise!, I passed it.

Have you ever dream that you married someone? Yes, I once dreamt I had an arranged marriage with a guy I just met (in real life) in some kind of space opera setting. Then I felt very silly around him.

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? ...what kind of a question xD

Have you ever been a cheerleader? we didn’t have such a thing in any of my schools

Have you ever sat on a roof top? It’s outrageous but no! Not even once!

Have you ever brushed your teeth? ...seriously

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? I often watch true crime stuff when I’m alone even though I know I will end up walking around the flat scared shittles, checking if there’s a murderer behind every curtain.

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? no, if I have I would 1) die, 2) kill the person who did this

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? No but once a lady told me I had a cool outfit and asked if she could take a photo for some kind of fashion blog(?)

Have you ever broken a bone? No.

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Obviously.

Have you ever cheated on a test? Yes, but the last time it happend it was in the middle school.

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Once I saw a guy rollerblading through the campus in a tiger onesie when it was like -10C, but then again, it was on the campus.

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. Let the goblin have some secrets.

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