[newtypeshadow] An Innocent Little Death
Title: An Innocent Little Death (for lack of a better spur-of-the-moment title)
Author: newtypeshadow
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Zahir/Efnael
Wordcount: 511
Warnings: Explicit language, graphic sex, dirty talk.
Notes: written with the title prompt from PockyPuck (yGallery) "Everything's Better With Unicorns"--a title requiring a rating of at least PG-13.
Zahir thrust into the virgin hole, balls slapping against Efnael's reddened ass and hands clenching against the unicorn's sweat-slick thighs.
Beneath him, Efnael moaned. His head tossed from side to side in the low dusk light, and his moon-silver hair pooled beneath it in the grass. Even flush with the throes of passion, his pale skin seemed luminescent, the light of purity itself.
Zahir want to fuck the innocence right out of him.
“Oh-oh,” Efnael cried, “there! Right there! Please!”
“You like that, pet?” Zahir asked with a grin that displayed his long canines. Efnael shuddered and arched against him, nodding vigorously when Zahir pulled him off the grass and into his lap. “Then show me,” he challenged. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Efnael's cheeks showed nary a blush at these words, so abandoned was he to the pleasure Zahir gave him. He rode the fox with a galloping rhythm, head bowed, ass undulating, hands splayed against Zahir's chest for balance.
Suddenly, his chin shot up, and his pale blue eyes widened. “Zahir, I-”
Zahir grabbed Efnael's ass and ground into it, fucking swiftly and deeply.
That was all it took for Efnael. His body tensed, and for a moment a horn shimmered from his forehead. Then his body bowed and he came all over them both.
Zahir fucked him through the aftershocks, so close to coming inside that clenching hole. Efnael looked up at him after a few moments, breath shallow and tremulous smile on his face. “You like my tight ass?” he asked, voice orgasm-slow and teasing. Efnael leaned into Zahir's increasingly frantic thrusts and licked his lips. “Wanna come in my virgin ass?”
Every muscle in Zahir's body locked, then released as he shot his load with a shout. Efnael's hands soothed him as he came down, sweat mingling with cum as the unicorn sprawled on the fox's chest. “Wow,” Zahir said when he could breathe more smoothly. He stroked Efnael's back, then cupped his jaw. “You are something else.” He pulled out of Efnael carefully, then plopped the unicorn back down on top of him.
Efnael pouted. “I like when you leave it in,” he said.
“You close around me so fast, I have to. What if I got stuck?”
That coaxed a grin from his lover. “You could just fuck me open again.”
Zahir snorted. “You're trying to kill me, aren't you?”
“Only little deaths,” Efnael said, pushing Zahir's copper curls out of the way and nuzzling his neck. “Lots and lots of-” A yawn cut him off. “Lots of little deaths.”
“Of course,” Zahir said, stroking his unicorn lover's hair. He was nearly asleep when he remembered to ask: “Skin or fur?”
“Skin,” the unicorn mumbled, “I'm too tired to change back.”
“Me too,” the fox admitted. Then he cast a charm around the small clearing to discourage others from coming too near, kissed his lover's forehead, and let himself go to sleep.
Author: newtypeshadow
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Zahir/Efnael
Wordcount: 511
Warnings: Explicit language, graphic sex, dirty talk.
Notes: written with the title prompt from PockyPuck (yGallery) "Everything's Better With Unicorns"--a title requiring a rating of at least PG-13.
Zahir thrust into the virgin hole, balls slapping against Efnael's reddened ass and hands clenching against the unicorn's sweat-slick thighs.
Beneath him, Efnael moaned. His head tossed from side to side in the low dusk light, and his moon-silver hair pooled beneath it in the grass. Even flush with the throes of passion, his pale skin seemed luminescent, the light of purity itself.
Zahir want to fuck the innocence right out of him.
“Oh-oh,” Efnael cried, “there! Right there! Please!”
“You like that, pet?” Zahir asked with a grin that displayed his long canines. Efnael shuddered and arched against him, nodding vigorously when Zahir pulled him off the grass and into his lap. “Then show me,” he challenged. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Efnael's cheeks showed nary a blush at these words, so abandoned was he to the pleasure Zahir gave him. He rode the fox with a galloping rhythm, head bowed, ass undulating, hands splayed against Zahir's chest for balance.
Suddenly, his chin shot up, and his pale blue eyes widened. “Zahir, I-”
Zahir grabbed Efnael's ass and ground into it, fucking swiftly and deeply.
That was all it took for Efnael. His body tensed, and for a moment a horn shimmered from his forehead. Then his body bowed and he came all over them both.
Zahir fucked him through the aftershocks, so close to coming inside that clenching hole. Efnael looked up at him after a few moments, breath shallow and tremulous smile on his face. “You like my tight ass?” he asked, voice orgasm-slow and teasing. Efnael leaned into Zahir's increasingly frantic thrusts and licked his lips. “Wanna come in my virgin ass?”
Every muscle in Zahir's body locked, then released as he shot his load with a shout. Efnael's hands soothed him as he came down, sweat mingling with cum as the unicorn sprawled on the fox's chest. “Wow,” Zahir said when he could breathe more smoothly. He stroked Efnael's back, then cupped his jaw. “You are something else.” He pulled out of Efnael carefully, then plopped the unicorn back down on top of him.
Efnael pouted. “I like when you leave it in,” he said.
“You close around me so fast, I have to. What if I got stuck?”
That coaxed a grin from his lover. “You could just fuck me open again.”
Zahir snorted. “You're trying to kill me, aren't you?”
“Only little deaths,” Efnael said, pushing Zahir's copper curls out of the way and nuzzling his neck. “Lots and lots of-” A yawn cut him off. “Lots of little deaths.”
“Of course,” Zahir said, stroking his unicorn lover's hair. He was nearly asleep when he remembered to ask: “Skin or fur?”
“Skin,” the unicorn mumbled, “I'm too tired to change back.”
“Me too,” the fox admitted. Then he cast a charm around the small clearing to discourage others from coming too near, kissed his lover's forehead, and let himself go to sleep.