Their banter was strummed from a sweetsong melody; lighthearted as if it’d be stripped from the pages of a fairytale. His lips swept up into a dazzling grin, something so rare to be seen from the Beast she’d come to know. A spark in his eyes glimmered on low heat, smouldering. He gazed upon her so intensely with smiling eyes, as if he’d hunt the world into extinction for her sake. If she moved, his eyes followed. Cherishing her, protecting her, ready to take a hit for her at any moment. He watched her like she was gravity. The palpable thickness of the air was written in the footnotes of a fairytale. It was the atmosphere that described star-written destinies, and soul ties that would last eternal. It was the undertones of their interaction, between the lines of a harpy tune. The princess looked as if she would stifle a laugh, and yet seedlings of deep emotion would trail the waters between them.
‘My soulmate.’ The thought grazed her mind, slipping past beneath his cheeky retorts.
“That's impressive. I wager you'll get used to my intensity after some time, so I have to enjoy breaking you with this thing between my legs. Though to be fair, most women I've done it with would be trembling and drooling on the floor after I made them cum three times, so you're definitely special...”
Normally, Morgana would’ve merely blushed at the word cum leaving his mouth. But something far more mortifying had caught her attention. “Th-Thing?” She squeaked, blanching as the realization hit her. She’d never said it aloud. Frankly, there were many explicit things she’d chose not to share in a verbal manner. She was but a virgin only a few hours ago- and she was more embarrassed about sensual speak than she liked to admit. She was unlike the other elves, who had practice chatting with their friends about their latest lay. She spent most of her time wondering how the hell cousin Rivienne remained satisfied; whilst her main partner was often away on business.
“Oh my goddess.” Morgana raised her hands to shield her face, horrified. He’d heard her referring to his… his… manhood, as a thing. She was sure she’d only thought about it prior to the mating bond. Or maybe once during? Twice? How long had he known? She internally groaned at the thought.
However, he was quick to derail her train of thought; sliding his fingers inside of her once more. She stiffened, her hands dropping to just cover her lips as they parted in a gasp. The look on his face told her he bore no intent to tantalize her. He was simply cleaning her, in that doting wolf-like manner. Morgana pressed her lips closed, ignoring the strange tingling sensations he’d ignited within her core. Her fangs extended to brush the edges of her tongue, her mouth salivating. The exchange ended just as suddenly as it’d begun, allowing her to breath (finally) at a normal pace. “W-Well I certainly wouldn’t be able to hunt in this state. Four or five might render me unable to walk…” She scrunched her nose, blushing. She didn’t like the idea of being immobile, but her body certainly did- what with the pheromones she was emitting into the atmosphere. It made her wonder if he could smell that kind of thing- or if perhaps animalkind weren’t as carnal as they seemed.
Did she have a scent? She wondered, glancing towards the man in front of her. He was giving her that look again, his stare teeming with intensity. ‘My beloved,’ the words embedded into her mind, more loudly than before. These are his thoughts, she affirmed. Their minds were truly connected- like a bridge. Either end with a door, Xeno was able to whisper down the bond to her. On the other hand, Morgana worried she’d been shouting everything down the bond. That would explain a few things, she thought bitterly.
Although her sourness was sugared over by his gentle thoughts, washing over her mind once again. ‘My soulmate; My beloved.’
It was unreal. Xeno didn’t speak of his feelings very often. And she’d imagined that perhaps she’d go years before he’d return the words I love you, if ever. She couldn’t believe it. Maybe she was hearing what she wanted to hear. And yet despite her doubts, the intensity rose from the footnotes to the title page.
“Promise it,” he replied to her sentiments of passion; dedicating herself to him. The Beast peeled her hand from his chest, intertwining their fingers. Her heart thumped. She wasn’t sure why, but the gesture of having her hand held by him- something so simple- was incredibly meaningful. It was a tender form of touch. A gentler form of affection, above any. “Promise you'll always return, no matter what. Promise you'll always love me, even if I become the most despicable man in this world, even if I become the world's very enemy.”
Her sea-touched eyes flickered back and forth frantically between the ambers that fought to speak with her. They burned, moisture creeping onto her lashes like the tide on the shore.
Promise you’ll always love me.
“I-” She hesitated, releasing a shaky breath. Her chest felt tight, constricted and bursting. There was something about the words. He’d touched her and beheld her like a woman worthy of worship. He’d solidified a mating bond with her. But there was something, something about hearing the magic in those words: that he loved her. It wasn’t exact; and it didn’t have to be. She understood the innerworkings of his heart more than ever.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to form words. Instead, she allowed him to bury the subject underneath their growing lust for one another. With affectionate whispers, he kissed her skin and pulled her hair. Her body thanked him with shivers of delight, and a soft hum of laughter every time he formed a joke. It was muted, though, compared to the feelings wrought on her heart. It was hard to form a sound. For if she managed to speak, it would cement his admissions from only moments ago. The admissions that were slowly being swept under the rug. His love for her.
Fire licked up her back and down her spine, where every inch of skin was met with his salacious touch. He’d settled back into the groove of their lighthearted melody, whilst she found herself grappling for the ropes of a deeper, sincere symphony.
“And I'm happy I suit you, my little kitten. I never want this moment to end. I want to stay here with you forever. Till the end of time...”
Her heart beat in slow time, the princess turning her head towards him.
Gazing up into his eyes, her own now a tearful pair of tempests, she began to glare at him. Squeezing his hand, she felt an emotion that wasn’t quite anger. It wasn’t the purity of love, either. No, it was unbridled passion fueling her lungs.
Promise it.
“How could you even say that?” Her head shook, her voice softer than her fervor.
“Before, when you… you asked me to promise.” She amended, trying to backtrack her way to that conversation. The conversation that gave her the words she realized she was so desperate to hear.
Promise you'll always return, no matter what. Promise you'll always love me, even if I become the most despicable man in this world, even if I become the world's very enemy…
Morgana’s hand tugged at his arm, as if pouting. But her face was void of her usually playful demeanor. “I love you more than anything. Anything.” She leaned her head into his shoulder, as if she weren’t able to bear the weight of her own words.
“I love you, Xeno.” Her eyes squeezed shut, nuzzling into him.
“Should you become a man worthy of Hell, I would be the despicable Queen at your side.” Letting a few tears escape her, she managed to pull back, raising her head. “If the Underworld swallowed you whole, I’d spend eternity raising the bowels of the earth to get to you.” She smiled a solemn smile. Her words were true. “I will be your Queen, as sinful and despicable as you’ll have me.”
One of her hands reached for his tail that had been wading in the water, guiding it to wrap around her waist. She wanted to be held by him, feeling vulnerable- although it had been him who’d been opening up his heart not a moment ago. “I want to be your kitten forever.” She felt stupid for saying it, but she meant it.
The woman scoffed at herself, pulling away from him enough just to turn halfway. “Idiot. You are such an idiot.” A smile was riding on her bitter expression, her left hand dipping into the water. She froze for a moment, staring at him, scaling her own frustration. She was a greedy princess, she knew that. For the Beast to have gone through any of the emotional tides that he had- should have been enough for her. But when he asked her to proclaim her love for the second time, suggesting that he too- felt the same… a flame pricked her side. Narrowing her eyes at him, she hurled a splash of water towards his face.
“Idiot!” She shouted, smirking, satisfied in having attacked him. Morgana laughed, crossing her arms and forming a mild pout. “When am I going to get romantic vows for making the world grovel at my feet?” This time it was her leg, kicking another small spray of water in his direction.
It was a strange mood she was in. Somewhere between a tantrum of greed, and I love you, you idiot.
“You know what?” She playfully added, her tail flicking in a sassy manner behind her. “At this rate, I’m never going to scratch behind your fluffy ears.” She was grinning proudly, excited to return his invasion of her thoughts. But there was still a blush hiding atop her complexion. She was like a child, throwing a tantrum until she was given the attention she wished for.
‘Fight me.’ She whispered down the bond. ‘Tell me that I’m a brat. That I’m your brat. That you own me. That you love me.’ Part of her was embarrassed that she still cared about something so simple. But maybe she couldn’t let it go- because she’d never heard it before. Maybe, the lone princess simply wanted to be told that she was loved.
‘My soulmate.’ The thought grazed her mind, slipping past beneath his cheeky retorts.
“That's impressive. I wager you'll get used to my intensity after some time, so I have to enjoy breaking you with this thing between my legs. Though to be fair, most women I've done it with would be trembling and drooling on the floor after I made them cum three times, so you're definitely special...”
Normally, Morgana would’ve merely blushed at the word cum leaving his mouth. But something far more mortifying had caught her attention. “Th-Thing?” She squeaked, blanching as the realization hit her. She’d never said it aloud. Frankly, there were many explicit things she’d chose not to share in a verbal manner. She was but a virgin only a few hours ago- and she was more embarrassed about sensual speak than she liked to admit. She was unlike the other elves, who had practice chatting with their friends about their latest lay. She spent most of her time wondering how the hell cousin Rivienne remained satisfied; whilst her main partner was often away on business.
“Oh my goddess.” Morgana raised her hands to shield her face, horrified. He’d heard her referring to his… his… manhood, as a thing. She was sure she’d only thought about it prior to the mating bond. Or maybe once during? Twice? How long had he known? She internally groaned at the thought.
However, he was quick to derail her train of thought; sliding his fingers inside of her once more. She stiffened, her hands dropping to just cover her lips as they parted in a gasp. The look on his face told her he bore no intent to tantalize her. He was simply cleaning her, in that doting wolf-like manner. Morgana pressed her lips closed, ignoring the strange tingling sensations he’d ignited within her core. Her fangs extended to brush the edges of her tongue, her mouth salivating. The exchange ended just as suddenly as it’d begun, allowing her to breath (finally) at a normal pace. “W-Well I certainly wouldn’t be able to hunt in this state. Four or five might render me unable to walk…” She scrunched her nose, blushing. She didn’t like the idea of being immobile, but her body certainly did- what with the pheromones she was emitting into the atmosphere. It made her wonder if he could smell that kind of thing- or if perhaps animalkind weren’t as carnal as they seemed.
Did she have a scent? She wondered, glancing towards the man in front of her. He was giving her that look again, his stare teeming with intensity. ‘My beloved,’ the words embedded into her mind, more loudly than before. These are his thoughts, she affirmed. Their minds were truly connected- like a bridge. Either end with a door, Xeno was able to whisper down the bond to her. On the other hand, Morgana worried she’d been shouting everything down the bond. That would explain a few things, she thought bitterly.
Although her sourness was sugared over by his gentle thoughts, washing over her mind once again. ‘My soulmate; My beloved.’
It was unreal. Xeno didn’t speak of his feelings very often. And she’d imagined that perhaps she’d go years before he’d return the words I love you, if ever. She couldn’t believe it. Maybe she was hearing what she wanted to hear. And yet despite her doubts, the intensity rose from the footnotes to the title page.
“Promise it,” he replied to her sentiments of passion; dedicating herself to him. The Beast peeled her hand from his chest, intertwining their fingers. Her heart thumped. She wasn’t sure why, but the gesture of having her hand held by him- something so simple- was incredibly meaningful. It was a tender form of touch. A gentler form of affection, above any. “Promise you'll always return, no matter what. Promise you'll always love me, even if I become the most despicable man in this world, even if I become the world's very enemy.”
Her sea-touched eyes flickered back and forth frantically between the ambers that fought to speak with her. They burned, moisture creeping onto her lashes like the tide on the shore.
Promise you’ll always love me.
“I-” She hesitated, releasing a shaky breath. Her chest felt tight, constricted and bursting. There was something about the words. He’d touched her and beheld her like a woman worthy of worship. He’d solidified a mating bond with her. But there was something, something about hearing the magic in those words: that he loved her. It wasn’t exact; and it didn’t have to be. She understood the innerworkings of his heart more than ever.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to form words. Instead, she allowed him to bury the subject underneath their growing lust for one another. With affectionate whispers, he kissed her skin and pulled her hair. Her body thanked him with shivers of delight, and a soft hum of laughter every time he formed a joke. It was muted, though, compared to the feelings wrought on her heart. It was hard to form a sound. For if she managed to speak, it would cement his admissions from only moments ago. The admissions that were slowly being swept under the rug. His love for her.
Fire licked up her back and down her spine, where every inch of skin was met with his salacious touch. He’d settled back into the groove of their lighthearted melody, whilst she found herself grappling for the ropes of a deeper, sincere symphony.
“And I'm happy I suit you, my little kitten. I never want this moment to end. I want to stay here with you forever. Till the end of time...”
Her heart beat in slow time, the princess turning her head towards him.
Gazing up into his eyes, her own now a tearful pair of tempests, she began to glare at him. Squeezing his hand, she felt an emotion that wasn’t quite anger. It wasn’t the purity of love, either. No, it was unbridled passion fueling her lungs.
Promise it.
“How could you even say that?” Her head shook, her voice softer than her fervor.
“Before, when you… you asked me to promise.” She amended, trying to backtrack her way to that conversation. The conversation that gave her the words she realized she was so desperate to hear.
Promise you'll always return, no matter what. Promise you'll always love me, even if I become the most despicable man in this world, even if I become the world's very enemy…
Morgana’s hand tugged at his arm, as if pouting. But her face was void of her usually playful demeanor. “I love you more than anything. Anything.” She leaned her head into his shoulder, as if she weren’t able to bear the weight of her own words.
“I love you, Xeno.” Her eyes squeezed shut, nuzzling into him.
“Should you become a man worthy of Hell, I would be the despicable Queen at your side.” Letting a few tears escape her, she managed to pull back, raising her head. “If the Underworld swallowed you whole, I’d spend eternity raising the bowels of the earth to get to you.” She smiled a solemn smile. Her words were true. “I will be your Queen, as sinful and despicable as you’ll have me.”
One of her hands reached for his tail that had been wading in the water, guiding it to wrap around her waist. She wanted to be held by him, feeling vulnerable- although it had been him who’d been opening up his heart not a moment ago. “I want to be your kitten forever.” She felt stupid for saying it, but she meant it.
The woman scoffed at herself, pulling away from him enough just to turn halfway. “Idiot. You are such an idiot.” A smile was riding on her bitter expression, her left hand dipping into the water. She froze for a moment, staring at him, scaling her own frustration. She was a greedy princess, she knew that. For the Beast to have gone through any of the emotional tides that he had- should have been enough for her. But when he asked her to proclaim her love for the second time, suggesting that he too- felt the same… a flame pricked her side. Narrowing her eyes at him, she hurled a splash of water towards his face.
“Idiot!” She shouted, smirking, satisfied in having attacked him. Morgana laughed, crossing her arms and forming a mild pout. “When am I going to get romantic vows for making the world grovel at my feet?” This time it was her leg, kicking another small spray of water in his direction.
It was a strange mood she was in. Somewhere between a tantrum of greed, and I love you, you idiot.
“You know what?” She playfully added, her tail flicking in a sassy manner behind her. “At this rate, I’m never going to scratch behind your fluffy ears.” She was grinning proudly, excited to return his invasion of her thoughts. But there was still a blush hiding atop her complexion. She was like a child, throwing a tantrum until she was given the attention she wished for.
‘Fight me.’ She whispered down the bond. ‘Tell me that I’m a brat. That I’m your brat. That you own me. That you love me.’ Part of her was embarrassed that she still cared about something so simple. But maybe she couldn’t let it go- because she’d never heard it before. Maybe, the lone princess simply wanted to be told that she was loved.
