Watchmen Kink Meme 3. Weeeeeeee.
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
Sobbing in the sudden revelation of her guilt, she had let Thinks Ahead pull her into his arms and comfort her. He had hushed her and told her that it wasn't her fault, that any time a woman wants a man, she uses the magic that is her birthright, trying to draw him to her. That most men have some natural immunity to it, and have magic of their own, making the playing field very nearly level. If it's anyone's fault, it's Ghost Rat's, for not getting his terrible vulnerability seen to.
And that had been where things had gotten so utterly disgraceful that she couldn't even bring herself to get up and leave. Apparently, Ghost Rat needs to undergo some elaborate ritual and incidentally sleep with a married woman, despoil a virgin, or commit sodomy. It has to be someone who cares for him deeply, and apparently even the incest taboo has been temporarily repealed in life-or-death cases. His options are herself, Laurel, and Thinks Ahead, although he won't work as well so he's really hoping one of them will oblige.
Asmoleda feels responsible for the entire situation no matter what Thinks Ahead says, but she can't possibly lose her virginity. It's the single most valuable thing she owns, and her only ticket out of her father's house. Thinks Ahead finds this strange, but gently says that Laurel knows Ghost Rat better anyway.
"Yeah, but I thought that we weren't supposed to because he's my sponsor."
"Please." He waves a hand. "We'd let him fuck his sister if he had to. This is nothing." Asmoleda squeaks and covers her ears, making him look at her curiously and then to Laurel, who only shrugs.
"If Daniel or you can rig a speaking spell to the Isles, I can explain it to Jon."
"So you will?"
"...Truthfully, no matter what Jon says." And the first crack in her really rather mannish composure finally comes, a tear rolling down her cheek. "He'd do it for me."
There actually is no equivalent spiritual situation for a woman, but Thinks Ahead appreciates the sentiment, gently taking her hand. "I'll mix the medicine, and Sick Wolf will raise the lodge."
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Also Captcha says 'hotspur William' which sounds a bit kinky for our favorite eunuch but I wouldn't put it past Byron to come up with all manner of odd stuff, just sayin'.
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She smiles. "You did fine. Now, how much trouble is this
It's about as much trouble as a wedding, allowing for limited materials. She has to walk down to the hot spring and wash carefully, which she is absolutely delighted to do Ghost Rat needs to do the same, but while she goes at dusk, Daniel leads him there at dawn. She doesn't get to see him until the ceremony, and it's climbing all over her nerves. In fact, now that she's ramping up for this, with Thinks Ahead singing over her and anointing her until she feels like her skin is too small to hold in the glow, she's not allowed to see any man, but Daniel can sit outside the tent and answer the barrage of questions she fires at him. Yes, he's eating. Like a horse, in fact. No, he's not sleeping, but it's probably just nerves and doesn't seem to be hurting him any.
Asmoleda is glad to learn what she can, but prim as she is, cannot actually bear to sit inside all the day the way a lady is supposed to. It wouldn't be so bad if they could leave the flap open, but they can't. She understands completely, even if it does leave her out in the sun, getting tanned and occasionally making uneasy eye contact with a kinslayer. Laurel is a glowing golden orchid releasing drugging perfume. To look at her is to fall in love with her, the effect so strong that it makes Asmoleda's heart flutter and her thighs tremble in an extremely suspect way. Her state of mind has turned dreamy, and very gentle. Ghost Rat is also secluded, and according to Daniel, electrified but very quiet. He seems to dance in elated dread, and his dreams are like stampedes across his skull. He spends a lot of time with Horse, who seems to recognize his state of mind and do her best to soothe him. He fidgets and seems to itch all over but not to mind.
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Mercifully, by sunset on the third day, everything is in place. The simmering medicines with their dreamy, spicy scents are finally at full potency, and the lodge is built. It stands to the north of camp, nestled between two snowy hills, covered in dark trees. It's a cavelike structure of evergreen boughs and snow, heated magically because neither of them are going to be in any condition to mind a fire for good or ill, and filled with a massive nest of soft robes. It's aligned to the points of the compass, hung with bones and beads and feathers in every shade, and is one of the softest, dimmest, and most secret places Daniel has ever seen. He manages to describe it to Laurel before he starts to lose his head a little and has to go away. Thinks Ahead has explained that a large part of the working it to make her compelling enough to overcome any amount of nerves in her partner. She hasn't taken the medicine yet, and she's glad that she's been to the Sea of Waking Dreams, and has some idea of what to expect. She will apparently be channeling the awareness of the earth, which amazingly enough, seems not to drive women screaming mad. Her heart skips a beat when Thinks Ahead comes to her with a carved wooden pipe and a thick green paste with a musky-sweet smell. She has to smoke the whole wad of it, even though the first soft breath of it makes her almost too lazy to hold the pipe.
"That part will pass." Thinks Ahead says. And it does, and she's suddenly burning. By the time she's finished, she can barely stand, weak with lust, her head swimming. Thinks Ahead gently undresses her and then drapes a veil over her that covers her from head to toe. She puts on her boots, and he takes his hands and leads her to the lodge. On the way, he tells her that stone-faced Ghost Rat will almost certainly weep. That he with probably address her as 'mother' at least once. She absorbs this quietly, unable to be anything but calm, and increasingly distracted as her awareness opens.
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Is Ghost Rat as drugged up as Laurel is? Because if not jfc I can't even imagine what he's going through. First time sex is an experience enough without all this near life and death magical healing tied in with it, and on top of it all there's a HUGE FUCKING RITUAL to get it all done. Poor guy must be out of his mind with nerves.
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(captcha says: program wood. Yes captcha, I guess that is kind of what Thinks Ahead is doing.)
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It's details like this that make me love this story so very much. Asmoleda went from being an annoying cipher in the beginning to becoming rather endearing (to me, anyway! :*) )
...oh, and the insanely hot buildup and details of Ghost Rat's upcoming healing are nice, too. ;D
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She's also the classic Freudian repressed girl, hence her half-recalled wet dreams about Dan, Ghost Rat, Thinks Ahead, and various bit players. XD She's got a filthy mind and a healthy appetite, but neither of those is welcome in a Hyperborean noblewoman. At least an unmarried one, anyway.
It's one of those cultures where the innocent virgins marry, figure out how the game is played, and proceed to bring merry infidelity to new heights, as they're often married to men they can't stand. Asmoleda is actually desperate to bag Daniel, because she gets to leave home when she marries, it'll be a good alliance, it will bring her up socially because she's not a real princess, and most important of all, these traits are united in a guy who is at worst a little weird, and at best courteous, gentle, intelligent and smokin' hot.
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"Tell me a story." He growls, savage and muffled by fur.
Daniel isn't actually quite certain how they got started on this. For two days and two nights he has been telling Ghost Rat stories of his own adventures with the names carefully removed to protect the guilty, pressed for an uncomfortable level of detail. "Come on, I've told you all the good ones."
"Surely not." He says, the humor in his voice so dry it cracks.
Daniel laughs, and sits down beside him. "Well. There was a time in Aigyptos that I haven't told you about, when I was very young."
"How young?"
"Fourteen. I was traveling with Father." He settles himself comfortably, legs crossed, looking at Ghost Rat's one, freckled foot poking out of the furs.
"I didn't want to go. Adrian knows he's only supposed to pretend to be a living god. His father believed it, and his court made the Hyperborean courts look like singing circles. I can barely hold my own with that kind of thing now, and I was fucking miserable then. It didn't help that ruffs were in fashion, and they make me look fat."
"Ruffs?" Ghost Rat pokes his head out from under the furs. Daniel describes the garment in a gesture, and Ghost Rat snorts incredulously.
"You have no idea how miserable they are in the heat. Anyway, I snuck away from a diplomatic reception because I was sick of being called names in languages they only thought I didn't know, and I remember the relief of tearing that stupid thing off my neck so clearly." He smiles. "I went to the stables, because it was the quietest, most friendly place available to me. I was going to climb up into the first hayloft I found and hide, when I heard some rustling in an empty stall. I crept around until I could put one eye to a crack and look in, quiet as a mouse." The descriptor could also apply to Ghost Rat, listening intently. "It was one of the stableboys and a kitchen girl. I only recognized her by her apron, which was crumpled in a corner with the rest of their clothes. It looked like they were taking advantage of the party I had escaped from to take their time, and I felt bad for stumbling upon them, but not bad enough to look away." He can hear Ghost Rat's breath catch. In his condition this must be absolute torture, but Daniel doesn't suppose he would be able to resist, either. "I was close enough to see without a sight amulet, and the girl was on all fours with her back to me, legs open. They were both almost true black, but she was pink inside. It looked like a flower, and for some reason that and the way the soles of her feet stood out are the things I remember most clearly. She had her face in his lap and even though I couldn't see, I could hear her mouth on him." Ghost Rat whimpers, twitching violently and jolting Daniel out of his memories. "God's Teeth, man. Are you sure you want to do this to yourself?"
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This is high praise on the plains, and Daniel is touched even as he laughs. "I try."
"So what happened next?"
Daniel blushes and continues. "Well, uh... I don't think I made any noise, but I locked eyes with the boy anyway, and he looked so scared it broke my heart. By the time he had pulled the girl off and into his arms, I was kneeling on the straw and telling them I meant no harm as best I could for stammering. As you might imagine, I was nearly dying of embarrassment." Ghost Rat laughs weakly. "They stared at me for a long time, with big, black eyes. If you've ever run into anybody from the northern desert, you know the whites of their eyes almost look blue, and that their hair is like wool. His was cropped short, hers was in hundreds of tiny braids, each one tipped with a bead. They looked at me for a while, and I thought of how ridiculous and soft I must look, how pink and babyish. They talked to each other for a moment in their own dialect and then kissed softly, apparently not worried anymore. She crawled over and kissed me." He murmurs, staring absently at the designs on the far wall. "A minute later we were all laughing about how stupid it was to wear something that buttoned up the back as she kissed her way down my spine, then I was flat on my back. She straddled my face and they got back to what they had been doing." He shivers, remembering. "She tasted like a sea shell and something sweet, and with her legs over my ears I couldn't hear anything."
Ghost Rat shudders. "And then?"
"After they had both come, we all introduced ourselves. I'll tell you these names because they're not known enough to do any harm. They were (I hope still are) Kaza and Tsika. She pressed me onto my back and returned the favor, while Tsika kissed me to clean my face and to keep me quiet." He swallows, pouring a bowl of the pale green tea they've both been drinking for days to help them heal. "It lasted two weeks. I'll always remember how cool Kaza's beads were in the heat as they trailed over my skin." He stops, watching Ghost Rat twitch again. "Seriously, should I stop?"
"I'm all right." He growls, trembling all over. "But... If this fails, I die. If that happens--"
"Look, the whole thing is in Laurel's hands, right?"
"Essentially."
"Has she ever let us down?"
"No, but if that happens, give me to Horse. She'll take me where I'm needed."
"It's not fucking going to, but all right."
"Thank you, Daniel."
Thinks Ahead comes in with a rush of cold air. "It's time, Ghost Rat."
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