Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]
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				Title: <strong>Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>18-07-2016, 02:29:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/MuZ4lmI.jpg)</div><br>For just under ten months, the rainforest kingdom of Eanomor had been without a king. As was customary, it would take just over two months longer to crown the heir. The oldest of his parents' offspring, it fell to Syrien to take the throne, something he all at once embraced and dreaded. In truth, he had never expected to become king quite so early in his life, but with his mother long gone and his father newly passed, he was the only option, and he had promised to do right by the family name.<br><br>Such was much easier said than done, however, with his kingdom still reeling from the trauma of war. For the past decade, Eanomor had waged war with a neighboring kingdom, a prosperous land in its own right but the mortal enemy of Syrien's home. The battles had claimed many lives, so many in fact that before his death, the former King Grindal had set in motion the events to bring their years-long war to an end.<br><br>In his wisdom, King Grindal had reached out to his opponent to propose a treaty, the basis of which would be founded in the union of their eldest children. It had taken time and a great deal of thought, and to Syrien's displeasure, his father had not lived long enough to see the treaty struck. But he had promised to see it through. Before their kingdoms came to ruin, he vowed that he would see the treaty signed, and he would marry Vethis, the enemy's oldest son.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://img07.deviantart.net/1cb9/i/2013/145/f/f/serpent_waters_by_mavrosh-d66jo5e.jpg)</div>After months of back and forth communication, with no shortage of resistance from both sides, the agreement was made. Vethis would travel to Eanomor, where he would remain Syrien's guest until at last they married. That had been a month ago; the wedding ceremony was a mere day away. Things between the naga and his future husband remained tense to say the least, but he had fought to be civil. To regard Vethis with the proper respect, to treat him with the appropriate courtesy. It was difficult, but he had no choice. He had promised to see this through.<br><br>That night, they were to meet in the palace's dining hall to dine together, this time alone. It wasn't uncommon for them to have meals together while in the company of other lords and ladies of his court, but on the eve of their wedding day, it was only to be the two of them. Syrien had dreaded the occasion all afternoon, but it was necessary if he was to ensure things between them remained on stable ground. He couldn't leave anything to chance.<br><br>Syrien arrived first, followed by a massive tail of blues and greens and blacks that made up the bulk of his body. The skin of his upper body carried the same hues, only lighter in texture, fading into a long black mane that went down the length of his back. He wore only the most basic of ornaments; a golden chain around his hips with matching wide-banded bangles around his wrists.<br><br>Slithering to the long table, flanked by cushions on the floor instead of chairs, Syrien settled at the far end and waited for his future husband to join him in the vacant space at his right.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 03:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/6276/f/2016/201/d/1/clipboard01_by_shockzzz-daar4oq.jpg)</div><br>The elven prince arrived at the dining room right on time. He always made sure to be punctual, at least when his future husband was concerned. He needed to keep in the naga's good graces, needed to impress him in order for this treaty to work. The entire thing was a fool's deal, as far as he was concerned, but his opinion was worth nothing in this case. The prince did not have the final say in the matter, his father did and the king had chosen to send him off to marry a man he didn't even know.<br><br>Of course, Vethis was no fool. He knew very well how these things go. Kingdoms, treaties, and politics were always the same and they didn't count anyone's feelings into the mix. They were about benefits and prosperity, nothing more and nothing less. Right now, the most beneficial thing for his people was to end the war. A conflict that lasted longer now than anyone could even remember. Few knew why it had started in the first place and even fewer cared about the reasons at this point. The only thing they people wanted was to make it stop and as the king, it was his father's duty to see that it happens. How many soldiers and civilians were lost in the fights? Too many...<br><br>It had to stop, the prince was well-aware of that, but he'd never accept his father's decision to wed him to a complete stranger and enemy. To end the war he didn't hesitate to sell his own son like a cheap whore to become another's broodmare. He'd not forget this. In his mind, it was a betrayal and he wasn't one to forgive and forget. For now, however, his thoughts needed to wait. He was sold off and he didn't agree, true, but he was here and he still held an obligation towards his people. Get the marriage over with and make the war stop. Vethis wasn't about to abandon this purpose just because of his own anger.<br><br>The prince entered the dining room quietly and when his future husband noticed him, he bowed politely. He took the seat that belonged to him, that would belong to him for as long as he was married to this man-- the future king of Eanomor.<br><br>Though the subject of Syrien's ascension to the throne wasn't widely discussed, Vethis knew. He had done his research before and even after he entered the naga's palace. He knew that king Grindal was dead for a long time now and that his son was about to take the throne. The son he was meant to marry. The status of 'Queen' meant nothing more than just a polite way of addressing the King's main consort, but the elf saw in it more potential than that. If there was nobody to rule-- if the King vanished or died without anyone to replace him, his spouse would become the ruler...<br><br>Vethis sighed and waited for the servants to serve his food. For now, such plans had to wait. There was much that needed to happen before he could even consider something like this. They needed to be wed and produce an heir. He needed to be accepted as the King's spouse. He looked over to the naga prince briefly. He was amazed that Syrien hadn't yet asked about why the elf ate so little, if barely. Perhaps he didn't notice? Or perhaps he didn't really care. Vethis knew, though, that sooner or later the naga would need to know why his future husband barely ever touched any food presented to him and, more importantly, why this war was upon them in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 03:53:03</strong>
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				Much like Vethis, Syrien hadn't taken well to their arrangement. While his father had been alive, he had fought hard for another solution. <em>Any</em> other solution that would have smoothed things over and allowed them to live peacefully. It had only been when Grindal's health declined that he had relented, and only on principle. He hadn't had the heart to say no to a dying man, especially one he had held so dear to his heart.<br><br>Regardless, he still had his doubts. From the moment he had initiated talks with Vethis's kingdom to arrange the marriage, he had fought his own hesitation every inch of the way. By all accounts, Syrien was still young; an adult by the standards of his species, but too young to have any real interest in marriage. Particularly one which saw him take a stranger and enemy as his spouse. There was no guarantee that they would ever be anything more than civil, much less grow any sort of fondness for each other. Syrien almost didn't want to - but it was his duty.<br><br>If nothing else, the naga took a bit of comfort in knowing that if he and his future husband refused to have anything to do with each other outside of mandatory outings, he had a world of other options. It wasn't out of the ordinary for a king to have multiple consorts, and in most cases it was encouraged to heighten the possibility of a strong heir. Such things were far in Syrien's future, for he was in no position to be anyone's father, but he had options beyond Vethis. That was something of a relief.<br><br>The other prince was on time, as was par for the course. In all the nights they had dined together, he had never once been late. But then, he had hardly ever eaten, either. Syrien attributed the bulk of this to the elf's stubbornness, refusal to sink into the normality of his new life. Eventually that would have to change, he supposed, else the man would starve to death before their wedding night.<br><br>"A pleasure as always, Vethis." It definitely didn't feel like one. "Perhaps tonight I might convince you to talk with me a bit longer. Or at least eat a bite or two." During dinner, the two hardly spoke. They had little to say to each other, but Syrien was determined that that would stop. It had to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 14:34:15</strong>
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				"The pleasure is mine," Vethis replied calmly and nodded at the other prince, soon to be king. He added a slight smile, something he'd rarely done.<br><br>In truth, it didn't feel much like a pleasure, but he wasn't about to say that. He also wasn't about to reveal anything that would hint at the fact that he knew about Syrien's upcoming coronation. He was not told of it, which was probably the intention. Vethis assumed that the naga simply didn't want their enemies to know about the momentary weakness of their kingdom. Having no king left the kingdom vulnerable and open to an attack, it would make sense to hide it, even during a time of temporary peace. The elf knew that his father would take advantage of it the moment he sensed such an advantage, but Vethis wasn't about to tell him. It was a foolish move and he had done it entirely out of spite for what the king had done to him, but he still felt it justified. The old man would get no help from him. Ever.<br><br>During the dinner, the elven prince poked and prodded at his food like always, but he had a lot on his mind. Should he reveal himself to Syrien now? If he did, the naga may just back down from the entire ordeal. Vethis could see that the other prince was never onboard with this wedding business-- not that he could blame him for that. He could use this as an excuse to step away and send Vethis back home, rejected and shamed.<br>It would be wiser to wait after the wedding, then the naga would have no chance of turning back from it. Though, once they were officially wed, the bride, Vethis, was considered as much of a servant to his king as anyone else, if with a few benefits on top of that and the ever-pleasant duty of bearing the child that would follow his father on the throne. After the wedding, he might get accused of lying to the king in order to gain his favour, which would give the naga a reason and the permission to either divorce him immediately or straight out kill him-- also a form of divorce, when it came down to it.<br><br>Vethis knew which of the two possible scenarios he'd rather take. Hurt pride could be fixed, death could not.<br><br>"I'm not really hungry often," he said, choosing his words carefully. He wanted to sound ambiguous to see if the naga will care enough to ask. "We don't need to each much, all of these lavish meals are quite excessive for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>21-07-2016, 05:07:55</strong>
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				Syrien could only assume that Vethis's refusal to eat had to do with stubbornness and nothing else. He had seen him eat all of a few bites since they had first begun to dine together, and that was all. A fully grown naga could eat a full plate and then some, but it seemed that elves were considerably lighter eaters. He had to wonder if that had anything to do with their hidden powers, powers to which the outside world were not enlightened.<br><br>"I see," he remarked in between bites, observing the elf with no shortage of silent scrutiny. He still didn't quite trust Vethis, and why should he have trusted him? The man was still the enemy, after all, and would be until their marriage nullified all of the ill will between them. Syrien didn't dare to think that their life together would be a happy one, or that they would spend any more time than necessary in each other's company, but at least then there would no longer be a threat. So he hoped.<br><br>"I would imagine you to receive your strength elsewhere," Syrien added, but he sounded dismissive. The nations surrounding Vethis's homeland had long suspected them of harboring unnatural abilities, abilities that had made them substantial threats to everyone around them. Perhaps they gained their energy through those abilities. Syrien didn't quite understand, and at the moment he didn't care to. They had other things to deal with.<br><br>"In future, I will have the servants prepare a bit less for you," the naga offered. "It would be a shame to let such delicacies go to waste. Of course, you will have to tell me if there is anything we can provide for you in terms of sustenance. If we are to marry, it is my duty to provide for you."<br><br>Speaking of which... Syrien had done all he could to avoid thoughts of their upcoming nuptials, but the clock was ticking. They were to marry in less than a day. Was Vethis nervous as he was? Was he hesitant? Did he still have doubts? Syrien wanted to ask those and more, but it didn't seem appropriate. And so, instead, he opted for something a bit more neutral. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" There would be no going back after that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>22-07-2016, 03:10:25</strong>
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				Vethis looked up from his food to the naga briefly, then back down at his food, almost as if he were shy or ashamed. From the bits and pieces of conversation the two had shared already, Syrien would know that that's not the case at all.<br><br>"A very astute observation," the elf said finally, his voice bordering on mocking, but the tone wasn't quite there.<br><br>"It is true that I gain my strength from other sources, as you've guessed. I suppose that it would be a good time to tell you where and how," his voice was calm, though he didn't feel like it. Quite the opposite actually.<br><br>"I assume that neither of us has any illusions about this marriage and its function," the prince decided to be blunt, "We are both aware of the duties we have towards our people, but I, for one, refuse to die for it. I'll not hide my nature until after the marriage when you can no longer refuse me. Keeping my head where it is right now is more precious to me than any duty I was sent here to fulfill."<br><br>Vethis was looking at the naga with a serious expression, one that made it clear he wasn't joking. What could possibly he so bad that it would make the elf assume that Syrien would kill him upon finding out about it? True, it would be within his right if he found a circumstance that was not presented to him before the marriage, but to kill the 'queen' because of it? Even the prince who was normally very collected and calm was now glaring at his soon-to-be husband with an intent gaze.<br><br>"I will understand if this changes our arrangement and you are free to refuse me for it. But let me remind you that I am here on a diplomatic matter and any harm that would come to be will be considered an act of war," the elf weighed his words carefully. Though they were not married yet, Syrien could still consider harming him.<br><br>"We only need regular food from time to time to sustain our bodies," he said, trying to make the explanation quick and simple," We get our energy from another source, the fear of others. It is not harmful to the other if the fear isn't overwhelming, but you can imagine that not many do this for us willingly."<br><br>Vethis set down his fork and observed Syrien for a reaction. He left many things unsaid, interested if the other will bother to ask or simply kick him out right away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>23-07-2016, 06:32:40</strong>
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				Syrien knew his duty as well as Vethis. He knew that neither of them liked the other, and that that wasn't likely to change. He knew that their marriage would be strained, particularly for the first little while as they adjusted, and that things were never likely to be anything more than civil. That was what he had agreed to when he had asked for the marriage, and he didn't expect anything to change.<br><br>He was about to tell Vethis so, but he paused when instead the elf began to speak of something else. The naga was silent for a time, listening, not entirely sure what to expect and, at least at first, not all that interested. Their conversations to date had been brief, or at the very least empty, and he had expected much of the same when the elf first began to speak. He gave pause, however, when his future husband made a startling confession.<br><br>"... You draw energy from fear?" Syrien wasn't sure what to make of that. Long had the naga race suspected the elves of harboring dangerous abilities, but in the endless years that had passed since the beginning of their feud, the exact nature of their abilities had been obscured by their blind hatred. At first, the prince was skeptical; his expression gave that away. But the longer he thought on it, the more sense it made. Perhaps the elves had used that power for the worse. Perhaps that was what had started the battle.<br><br>"And from the sound of things," the naga continued, his narrowed gaze focused on his intended, "you draw it from unwilling subjects. Am I right?" He hadn't the faintest idea how the elves did it, or when, but the very notion had him on the defensive. "Do you intend to do the same to me, Vethis? Somehow instilling fear in me, draining my energy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>24-07-2016, 03:28:51</strong>
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				Vethis watches his husband the entire time he spoke. He was scanning the naga for a reaction and he got exactly what he assumed he'd get. Disbelief at first, then anger, all lined with a little bit of fear. It took the elf all of the self-control he had to not devour it like a starving hound. The naga was strong and so were his emotions, fear included, and it took all Vethis had to resist it. He took a deep breath to calm himself and spoke again.<br><br>"Yes, exactly as I've said. I and the majority of my people draw our energy from the fear of other creatures," he said and nodded calmly. He needed to explain, but didn't want to anger his future husband. If the entire marriage wasn't cancelled thanks to this, of course.<br><br>"When someone feels fear for any reason, we can draw on that emotion and feed off of it. The stronger the creature and the stronger the emotion, the more-- filling it is. If it's strong enough, we can go for days without needing more. The host would feel it, but it's not harmful to them. They may need to rest for a few moments after but that's about it."<br><br>Of course, he left out the part that if the draining didn't stop, the victim could also die. It had happened before, but they were all extreme cases. The elven society&nbsp; considered such actions as crimes and punished them harshly.<br><br>"I never intended on harming you like this," Vethis frowned at Syrien's accusation. Of course, he was planning on getting rid of him along the line, but not like this. "In fact, I have been nerly starving myself the entire time I am here and only-- feeding when I absolutely needed to."<br><br>His words were true and the elf's expression seemed sincere. Vethis didn't want to reveal himself or draw much attention before the marriage, so he fed only when he couldn't stand the hunger anymore. It seemed to work because until now, nobody really seemed to have an idea of what he was doing. Of course, he could spin it a different way here. He'd make Syrien think he'd done it out of politeness towards him.<br><br>"No harm came to your servants, don't worry. In fact, I doubt they've even noticed. I-- hmm-- prefer to do it when the other is asleep. They are resting, so they'll miss no energy and the only thing they may maybe remember is a nightmare they had during the night. It's the method that I find the least intruding."<br><br>Vethis sighed and looked down at his plate and the unfinished meal. "Truly, I've done all I can to not interfere with your servants and you, but if we are to be wed, you'll need to know about this. Better that you learn of it now than later. There aren't many who would be willing to help us," the elf continued, "so food is-- very scarce. This is one of the reasons why we need peace. We aren't interested in holding prisoners to feed off of like some parasites. If the situation doesn't change, we will be forced to do this, else we'll starve. This is the best chance we have at peace and I refuse to lie to you about what I am. If we are to stop the war this way, I needed to be honest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>27-07-2016, 03:50:45</strong>
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				The knowledge of the elf's abilities put Syrien at a disadvantage, simply because it had taken him quite off his guard. A lack of knowledge was weakness when it came to the enemy and, betrothed or not, Vethis was still the enemy, and he would continue to be so even after they were married. At least until enough time passed that Syrien dubbed him worthy of trust - and he suspected that would take quite a while.<br><br>The naga narrowed his eyes at his intended, trying to determine his truthfulness. He didn't doubt his ability to feed on fear, but he doubted his reasons for coming clean. If it was true that Vethis had confessed to begin their marriage with a clean slate, and to remain true to his nature, then he had taken a great risk. On those grounds alone, Syrien could have dismissed him and sent him back to his father in disgrace. Perhaps that spoke to his trustworthiness.<br><br>The most cynical part of Syrien had to wonder, however, if he had confessed merely to come across as more benign - perhaps as a power play. If that was the case, the elf was more devious than he looked. Unfortunately, there was no way the naga could know the truth. Perhaps Vethis had been honest for the sake of being honest, or perhaps it was a way to gain trust. There was no telling. The prince's diplomatic side told him that the truth didn't matter; how he handled it was what mattered. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.<br><br>"You can understand why I might doubt your intentions, Vethis. The bad blood between us will not die easily." Syrien paused, then appeared to relax; his gaze lessened in intensity. "That being said, if we are to be married, you deserve the benefit of the doubt. I will take you at your word. If you require sustenance, I only ask that you continue as you have, without drawing the attention of my household. I hardly need to tell you that the last thing we need is a scandal." Vethis was smart. The naga had no doubt he would know better.<br><br>At length, Syrien exhaled, nudging his half-eaten plate away. He had far too much on his mind to eat very much. "Tomorrow will be a new beginning. Our kingdoms will know peace, and you and I... will make the best of our marriage. I have every intention of making it work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>28-07-2016, 03:46:56</strong>
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				"I understand," the elf nodded at his husband-to-be, "I would be equally as reluctant to trust someone-- like me." The way he said those words sounded almost as if he was sorry for what he was, though from what the naga had seen of him before, it was very unlikely.<br>"The need of my people to feed on fear is something many see as disgusting. Because of this, we have few allies and everyone, myself included, is hoping that tomorrow will change that."<br><br>"I'm aware of the function and weight this marriage carries and I would not wish to see it fall apart because of any secrets I've kept from you. I would rather tell you now, while you can still decide, than deceive you in marriage and endanger the whole deal," he said quietly, watching with an intent gaze to catch a reaction. He seemed sincere enough, and right now he was. A rare occurrence for the elven prince.<br><br>Oh course, he had no illusions about their marriage, it was purely political and nothing more. Their union would bring two nations together and perhaps this peace would last and overcome the many differences their people had.<br><br>"Many of it will depend on us as well," Vethis looked at Syrien with a raised brow. "If they see us struggle, they will do the same. I propose that after the ceremony tomorrow, we at least try to make things work. It's a purely political marriage, but that doesn't mean that we have to harbor ill will between us. I would like to extend an invitation to you--" he said in a quiet tone, making sure that no stray servant would hear, "--to join me in my chambers on the night after the wedding. It is customary for the couple to-- engage in each other, of course, but I would wish to offer you more than just a duty we need to fulfill."<br><br>Vethis knew he was taking another risk right now. Neither of them were children, of course, and both knew that it would be expected for them to have their first intercourse on their wedding night. The elf, however, was offering far more than a call to finish some duty dictated to them by their elders. He was offering himself to the naga and he could only hope that Syrien wouldn't interpret it as a joke or an insult.<br><br>He had read a lot about the naga and he couldn't deny that the males, especially certain parts of their anatomy were-- intriguing. Many of his kin would say strange and obscene, but Vethis always had very different tastes.<br><br>The gave the other price a smile and licked his lips slowly, showing him his long and pointed tongue that could no doubt work wonders if wrapped around the appropriate places. He stood and bowed to his host.<br><br>"Thank you for the meal," he said simply and turned to leave.<br><br>He wanted to keep the naga hanging. Keep his reaction to this offer a mystery from himself. He wanted to be surprised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>29-07-2016, 03:21:16</strong>
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				If nothing else, Vethis proved himself more than capable of thinking diplomatically. They had hardly spoken since the elf had come to live with him and Syrien had expected it to remain that way, and so he was rather surprised - pleasantly so - when Vethis extended the offer of living peacefully together. By no means did Syrien expect their marriage to be a happy one, but they could at least co-exist without grudging glances and uncomfortable dinners.<br><br>Then the elf surprised him again, not only by extending the offer of peace, but also by opening the door for them to spend their wedding night together. Syrien had expected them to retire to their separate chambers once the ceremony and post-wedding feast were over, but it seemed that the elf had other plans. Not only did he intend for them to remain in each other's company after all was said and done, he seemed to expect that they would lay together as well.<br><br>The naga had no words for the invitation. The offer had taken him so off guard that he wasn't sure how to respond. He had no inkling whether to openly accept or outright reject the offer, not so much because he worried about Vethis's reaction, only because he didn't know what he wanted. Syrien hadn't even considered the prospect of sleeping with the elf, let alone consider whether it was something he <em>wanted.</em><br><br>Vethis didn't wait around for his response. He had given Syrien something to think about, made a suggestive gesture, and left him alone to mull it over. Stunned, the naga remained in the dining hall for a good while thereafter, sitting quietly as he began working through all the possibilities. Even after he had retired to his chambers, he still hadn't decided what his answer would be. And when morning came, he was again no closer to a decision.<br><br>The elf was vexing, that was for certain.<br><br>Morning gave way to afternoon and the entire household was on the move. Nearly every servant was occupied preparing for the ceremony, which was planned for sunset in a temple on the palace grounds. Aside from the customary monthly visit by the household to provide offerings to the gods, the temple was only ever occupied on the most important of occasions, and of late had only seen use upon the death of King Grindal. Today the glistening golden structure would see Syrien and Vethis's wedding, and in a matter of months would host Syrien's coronation as King. <br><br>A handful of servants helped Syrien to dress for the ceremony. Naga had no use for clothing, but it was customary to don various adornments for such occasions. A heavily bejeweled collar that dangled in a wide crescent shape from shoulder to shoulder, three strands of gold chains around his hips, wide bangles around his forearms, the rings previously owned by his father's father. His raven hair was braided and beaded in places, left to hang naturally in others, adorned here and there with the feathers of the phoenix.<br><br>Therafter, Syrien requested privacy in the hour remaining before the ceremony. His final hour as a bachelor. His final hour spent teetering on the brink of war. After the ceremony, everything would change, and the naga spent a good while at the window of his chambers, gazing upon the glittering temple and praying that the change would be for the better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 04:09:41</strong>
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				The day of the wedding had gone about as well as Vethis expected. Naga of all kinds were rushing in and out of the castle, preparing food, welcoming guests, decorating the temple where he and Syrien should be wed and doing all kinds of things the purpose of which the elf didn't know and, frankly, didn't care for. It was chaos outside and inside and he was glad that, for the majority of the day, he could simply sit in his chambers and think without being disturbed.<br><br>He stood by the window, leaning out and watching the bustle in the courtyard while thinking. He knew what this wedding will mean for his people. A change for the better, a chance for better lives when they wouldn't be feared and hated. At least that was what his father thought. Vethis was always under the impression that nothing could simply erase centuries of hatred and paranoia and that the relations between their kinds still had a long way to go before they would be anything more than cautious. It was a start, though, that much was true.<br><br>What would this mean for him, that was the true question on his mind. He would be bound to another man, one he knows almost nothing about. He did some reading on the naga, but he could only find little about them and most of that information was on their physical appearance and anatomy. There weren't many chapters on their customs, which was understandable after so many years of mutual isolation. He would find out soon enough, he thought. If it was anything like the elven society, he and his husband would be wed and expected to produce an heir as fast as possible. He wondered how that would even work, they were both males and as far as he knew, he could not give birth. His husband would probably take care of that part somehow, he thought. If he only knew how wrong he was on that...<br><br>He secretly hoped that the naga didn't have the same first-night custom as the elves had. To prove that the couple had truly bonded as husband and wife, they would usually have to do so before the families of both newlyweds. Their new shared bed would be covered with a curtain just thin enough to see their silhouettes and the family would sit outside and watch until it was certain that they've truly-- for a lack of a better word-- fucked.<br><br>As the day neared its end, a group of maids rushed into his room to prepare him. To his surprise, he was quickly undressed from his own garb, one that was customary at elves weddings, and quickly forced to wear what he only assumed was customary for the naga. A few golden chains and bangles and a belt to go around his waist. Thankfully, the maids have thought of his different anatomy and fashioned the belt with a cloth piece that would hang from it and cover his privates. In Vethis' mind, he still looked like a cheap concubine, but he didn't want to argue about their customs, at least not now.<br><br>The golden chains were in strong contrast with his gray skin and when he walked towards his soon-to-be husband in the temple, he swore he could feel eyes on him from all sides. Something to be expected, he was a foreigner and an enemy of these naga, after all. His attire made him feel oddly exposed before them, however, and he tried very hard not to let it get to him.<br><br>Thankfully, the ceremony itself was quick, which couldn't be said for the feast afterward. He had to spend hours in this ridiculous attire, chatting with nobles as if he didn't look like a cheap whore only covered by a frail piece of cloth. The elf endured, though, he had to. Once he was in his own chambers for the night, he was relieved, almost forgetting about the invitation he gave to his husband yesterday.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 04:32:25</strong>
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				Their wedding ceremony proceeded without incident. Compared to the ceremonies of other cultures, theirs was a relatively brief one, half spent in prayer to the gods as they asked for blessings. The old priest officiating read passages of ancient religious texts, all of it in their native language, which Syrien doubted his new husband would understand. It didn't matter. In truth, Syrien gave only half of his attention to the words spoken, focusing solely on what they would mean - and hoping they would soon be over.<br><br>Their marriage was sealed with the clang of a gong rang from the center of the temple, prompting the attendees to applaud. They weren't expected to kiss in celebration, and Syrien wasn't about to do so. As was custom, however, they left the temple hand in hand, remaining so until they returned to the palace. The closeness had unnerved the naga, who felt no different about their union now that it was done.<br><br>For hours, the wedding party feasted and celebrated the union, calling an end to the ages-long war. Most of the visiting dignitaries treated Vethis with due respect, but a hint of caution, and by the time evening arrived, the newly wedded couple had separated to engage their guests. Syrien had no desire to avoid his new husband, but he wasn't exactly eager to spend a great deal of time with him. Things felt awkward still, and he wondered if it was still a good idea to visit Vethis in his chambers once the festivities were over.<br><br>The naga spent a good while debating whether or not to seek out his husband for the night. A bit of wine helped with his decision. It wasn't wise to avoid Vethis. What was more, if the elf had been genuine in offering himself, he couldn't help wondering if that would smooth things between them - or at least make things a tad more comfortable. They didn't seem to have much to talk about, but he supposed their marriage didn't have to involve that much talking. Maybe sex would be enough.<br><br>And so, after gathering his nerve, Syrien made his way into the west hall, soundlessly slithering up to Vethis's door, upon which he knocked twice before entering. "Vethis," he called as he swung the door open, remaining in the doorway until his husband bid him to enter. It was his palace, but this was the elf's space, and he wanted to give him the option to rescind his offer. "May I come in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 14:33:25</strong>
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				Vethis hadn't changed out of the traditional naga wedding garb yet, so he stood there covered in nothing by golden chains a&nbsp; piece of cloth dangling between his thighs to cover the parts that absolutely needed it. He was planning on getting out of these clothes as soon as possible but now he was glad he didn't. He had a feeling that his now-husband would appreciate his lack of clothing and how easy it was to discard them.<br><br>"Please, come in," he called to Syrien from the other room when he heard the knock and his voice, "I'll be with you in a moment."<br><br>The elf thought to himself for a moment that he didn't know anything about this man who he'd invited into his chambers. Sure, they were wed but what was he truly like? What would he be like in bed? Slow and sensual or rough and he'd fuck the elf until all of the naga's frustrations were gone and he was a mess under him? Vethis couldn't guess but he would see soon enough. He'd accept both possibilities but deep down he hoped for a fucking that would make his eyes water with both pleasure and pain. That was the best when he wanted a distraction from the day's events. Even the day before he was to be sent here, he offered himself to a pair of soldiers who, by the looks of it, needed to vent their frustrations as much as him and in the end he begged them to stop. They didn't. Even thinking of that encounter made his cock twitch under the cloth that covered it.<br><br>The elf poured them both a glass of wine from the few bottles he had brought over with him. It was good wine and, most importantly,&nbsp; quite strong. The naga was larger so he didn't know how much it would affect him but he knew that for his own mind it would mean that extra bit of courage he needed for openly seducing Syrien as he planned earlier. Heel already felt a slight tingle in his body from the drinks at the feast but he still needed more if he were to spread his legs like a freshly-paid courtesan.<br><br>The elf smiled as he approached his husband and handed him the glass.<br><br>"It's one of the best wines we produce, I hope it will be to your liking," he said and proceeded to close the door. They wouldn't need an audience for this.<br><br>"What did you think of the ceremony?" he asked. He wanted to give Syrien something to talk about, to keep him occupied, while the alcohol had its way with him and the little inhibitions he normally had.<br><br>"I didn't really know what to expect," he confessed after Syrien finished speaking, "I was unable to find much information on&nbsp; your customs. I have to say that this caught me by surprise."<br><br>His hand fell to the chain around his neck, while the other snuck down to curl around Syrien's fingers. He brought the naga's hand up to the chain and curled his fingers around it, making it almost seem like a golden collar.<br><br>"But I have to admit that it has its uses," he breathed out, "all of these clothes leave very little to the imagination."<br><br>Vethis decided that it would be as good of a time as any to proceed. At least he wouldn't lose his courage once he started. He laid his hands on Syrien's chest, rubbing it gently and after a few seconds he pressed his entire body close, legs on either side of him. <br><br>The elf was right, the clothes were all but modest. He would clearly be able to feel his husband's erection pressing against him through the thin fabric. It was hard, hot and wet, slowly rubbing against him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>31-07-2016, 23:27:36</strong>
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				Syrien was not one to reject a glass of wine. The most cynical part of his thoughts told him that perhaps it wasn't a good idea to take wine from an elf - from the enemy - until it finally dawned on him that Vethis was no longer the enemy. It would take some time for his people to regard him as anything less than persona non grata, but it fell to him to be the example. He had to trust Vethis.<br><br>The prince offered a half-smile as he accepted the glass, murmured a thank you, and took an experimental sip of his drink. He found it not entirely unlike the wine his own kingdom produced, but it tasted a bit richer. Perhaps a bit stronger. It was something he could get used to, he decided, and he wasted little time downing half of what remained. As it was, he needed a bit of liquid courage to get him through the next few minutes, until things got rolling.<br><br>"I will have to spend some time educating you in our ways," Syrien mentioned upon setting his drink aside, coiling his tail beneath himself, adjusting his height until he rested a head taller than his husband. "It will take some time for you to adjust, no doubt. I will do my best to make it as easy as possible for you."<br><br>Vethis seemed quite disinterested in speaking of such things, however, for soon the elf was pressed up against him, hands on his chest, encouraging that which he had proposed the night prior. Some part of Syrien still wasn't sure. The rest of him, namely everything below his waist, decided it was as good an idea as any. If he was honest with himself, the elven prince was quite attractive - for a biped. In his travels, Syrien had bedded more than his fair share of lovers, some male and others female, and he had found that creatures with two legs rather than tails suited him better. He appreciated the novelty.<br><br>The closeness stirred an arousal in Syrien's core, one that built steadily until he felt his lower half beginning to react. It would take more coaxing for his scales to part and show any indication of an erection, but something about the look on the elf's face told him that that wouldn't be a problem. Closing what little gap remained between them, the naga reached up, first laying his hands on his husband's hips and then drawing them up, following the curve of his sides. Vethis's skin was softer. Where Syrien's tail met his humanoid upper half, thin scales continued most of the way up his chest and back, gradually fading into smoother skin - just one of the ways they differed.<br><br>"Very little," he agreed, his voice lowering to a murmur. "I may have to do away with it altogether, considering it serves little purpose." So said, the naga let down a hand, wasting little time in hooking his fingers under what little fabric Vethis wore. Without ceremony, Syrien ripped the material away, exposing him and immediately pressing the base of his tail between his legs, feeling all that his lower body had to offer.<br><br>"Are you sure?" Vethis needed to ask, for he knew that once he got started, there was no stopping. The naga had a substantial sexual drive, one that had more than exhausted his former lovers, and he doubted he would leave Vethis to rest until he asked for a reprieve. Perhaps the elf didn't yet realize what he had gotten himself into, but he would shortly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>03-08-2016, 17:27:09</strong>
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				Vethis waited patiently for his husband to get rid of the little clothes that covered him, if they could even be called clothes. The delicate golden chains broke easily and left him exposed, his cock already half hard. He thought to himself that it probably looks funny to the naga, if not lewd, how his arousal came so quick. Syrien seemed to need some more time for his cock to show, clearly he had more self-control than Vethis.<br><br>"It has-- been a while, as you can see," the elf said in a husky tone, his eyes pinned on Syrien's face. "The entire time I'm here, actually. I would always sit in my chambers and think about how much I crave a cock inside of me. But I knew I have to wait for our marriage." The elf's words could certainly be seen as lewd and inappropriate but he didn't seem to care about that one bit.<br><br>Vethis' eyes slowly shut as the tail rubbed itself between his legs and Syrien would feel his cock twitch in anticipation. The elf moved against it, matching the slow teasing pace, pressing down on it until he was sure that the naga could feel the tight ring of muscle between his asscheeks pulse and throb. His hands travelled up to the naga's chest, soon joined by his lips. The elf had a nimble tongue and it was clearly skilled at teasing male partners in all the right places.<br><br>Vethis couldn't have been a virgin. The way his body reacted and his asshole practically begged to be fucked weren't things a virgin would do. Ah well, so much for keeping the Queen pure until marriage. In this care, though, it didn't seem like a flaw at all, more like a great advantage and it was hard to be angry about it when that skilled tongue circled the naga's nipples and sharp teeth grazed over his skin. His hips never stopped moving against Syrien's tail and he all but fucked himself on it, heat and the smell of complete lust coming off him in waves. It really seemed like the elf hadn't been fucked for a while and his body craved it. His mind wasn't too far behind and there was no shame or hesitation in what he said and done, only lust.<br><br>"I'm sure," he said right before his lips came around a nipple to suck on it. "I think you'll find that you don't need to be gentle with me. I've always preferred my lovers to be--" he paused. To be what? Dominant? Harsh? Brutal? "--decisive."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>04-08-2016, 05:59:36</strong>
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				Of all the things Syrien had expected from his husband, this hadn't been it. He wasn't so naive to think that Vethis had never known a lover before, but the way he behaved did well to hint that not only had he had partners before, he had had a <em>lot</em> of them. With the way he moved, grinding himself against his tail and caressing his chest with lips and tongue, there was no possible way that Vethis hadn't bedded more than his fair share, and at that moment, Syrien decided to consider it a bonus.<br><br>All but purring at the feel of that hot, tight hole against his tail, Syrien took a firm hold of Vethis's hips, as though to ensure he wouldn't draw away. Not that the elf seemed in a rush to withdraw. Syrien drew in breath as a hot mouth toyed with his decorated nipples, the sensation traveling directly to his middle where a thin, vertical slit slowly began to part. Unlike most other creatures, whose erections emerged more easily, the erection of a naga took a bit longer to break the surface - but he could certainly feel it forming beneath his scales.<br><br>"Decisive," the prince echoed. Without doubt, he knew what Vethis was looking for, and he was more than happy to provide it. The naga's coils tensed, raising slowly, not entirely unlike a wild snake rearing back and preparing to strike. Without warning, he ensnared his husband in the folds of his tail, effortlessly lifting him off his feet and bending him backward.<br><br>Deft hands gripped Vethis's thighs and parted them roughly, dragging him forward until the elf's opening pressed directly above the naga's slit, which parted just enough to make way for his manhood. If Vethis paid close attention, he would feel the first of Syrien's erections - unnaturally hot and copiously slick - pressing against the ring of his opening, while the second and uppermost length came to rest against his balls.<br><br>"Just how much do you know about naga anatomy, Vethis?" the prince queried, his tone not lacking in wicked inflection. If the elf hadn't educated himself before, he was certainly in for a surprise now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>05-08-2016, 13:06:21</strong>
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				"Yes," Vethis repeated with a smile, "decisive. Very decisive, in fact."<br><br>He let out a small yelp and then a husky laugh as he was moved and pushed by the naga, the powerful coils shifting under him like sand and placing him where and how their master pleased. "Like that. I'd say that's a good start of it..."&nbsp; he smiled up at his husband and leaned back against the powerful tail comfortably. <br><br>He spread his legs then, very wide. The naga's body was wider than he was used to, so he needed to adjust if he wished to let him between his thighs, but he was always an overachiever. Rather than parting his legs enough for his partner to fit, he displayed himself in a way that made it clear what he wanted.<br>One hand was running over the naga's tail, rubbing and petting it as if he was trying to soothe a real giant snake. The other traveled between his legs and quickly dipped inside of his ass. When he was sure that Syrien was watching, he added another finger and spread himself open before his husband, inviting him to sink inside.<br><br>The elf paused momentarily and a slight frown came to his face. There was something strange and so his eyes traveled down to where Syrien's body was almost joined with his. He could clearly feel the head of his husband's cock pressing against his hole which he was holding open for him. He could even the copious amount of precum it was leaking out into his waiting ass and down his thighs.<br>How was it possible that he could feel and see a cock pressing against his balls, leaking fluid all over them. He glanced up to his husband's face with a puzzled expression.<br><br>"No, I'm not..." he paused as realization dawned on him, "too familiar with your anatomy. But I assume you'll quickly teach me."<br><br>From what he felt and saw of the cocks, each was much larger and thicker than his own or of any of his previous partners. He had taken two cocks at once before, the soldiers loved to show him his place in such a way, but even two together were smaller and definitely shorter than just one of the naga's. His breath paused in his lungs. Now that he considered it, just one cock would stretch him more than any of his previous partners could and judging by the amount of precum it was producing, the load of cum at the end would be quite impressive too. Would he handle such a thing? And what if Syrien decided he wants both of his organs to see some action? Well... nobody ever found out by guessing...<br><br>"I think I'll need you to teach me about it with a very hands-on approach," he licked his lips and his hands traveled to one cock each, stroking around the heads with a strong grip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2016, 20:31:56</strong>
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				When his slit had fully parted, yielding the twin towers of rigid red flesh, Syrien wasted no time grinding them against Vethis's waiting body. One went straight for his hole, nudging past the probing fingers to rub against the tight little ring, while the other came to rest over his balls, lengthening to the point where it easily dwarfed the elf's own length. Even for a naga, his size was impressive, topping out just under a foot in length and roughly three fingers wide, narrow at the tips and tapering toward the bases.<br><br>The look on Vethis's face told him that he hadn't known what to expect. But the elf was no wilting flower, as had become quite apparent when he had taken the initiative to thrust his fingers into his own opening. Without prompting, and with barely a few moments to process the drastic differences between their bodies, Vethis had already reached between them to stroke his twin cocks, neither afraid nor intimidated but instead ready to see what could be done with them.<br><br>"I would much rather show you than explain," the naga chuckled. Trapping Vethis in his coils, Syrien took him straight to the bed, unraveling his tail from around him as to drop him down into the luxurious crimson sheets. He made no attempt to separate the hands from his erections, however. On the contrary; he thrust against the doting hands eagerly, until the stimulation caused yet more clear, slick fluids to begin dripping over Vethis's fingers.<br><br>"As you can see," Syrien muttered, dipping two fingers into the growing pool of precum between them, "we have no need to use oils. This will be more than sufficient." The end of his tail rose just enough to caress the outside of Vethis's leg, eventually wrapping around the lithe limb and opening it wider, allowing the naga to reach between them and, without ceremony, plunge two slick digits into his snug opening. Vethis wanted a decisive lover, and that was precisely what he would get.<br><br>Vethis would not be the first lover with two legs that Syrien had bedded, although it had been some time. He rather appreciated the novelty of their bodies. They were much smaller than naga, their holes significantly tighter, requiring a bit of coaxing to open wide enough to accept him. Curving his fingers, Syrien worried at the outer ring of muscle, encouraging it to relax and open for him. "Your body is so small," he marveled, using a free hand to explore his husband's toned chest. "I wonder just how much of me you can take into that little hole."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>06-08-2016, 03:58:47</strong>
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				Vethis held the two cocks tight as he was moved, stroking them in unison. He took great care not to let them go for a moment, the hard shafts were just too good to believe and he wanted to show Syrien that he was truly serious about this. When he offered this meeting yesterday, he thought that it would simply be a nice occasional pastime for them to engage in from time to time, but now that he saw the two huge cocks, almost a foot each, he wanted them so badly that he just might make his husband visit more often. Sure, it would take adjusting and a lot of stretching, but he was willing to go through with it.<br><br>"I appreciate a hands-on approach," he said as he was put down on the bed, stroking the cocks with a firm grip. "You'll probably laugh at me but I find your-- anatomy very interesting and arousing. I always preferred larger partners and it seems that I truly won a prize this time."<br><br>Many elves and humans had fantasies about huge cocks taking them, Syrien would have probably experienced this first hand. The vast majority of them backed out, however, when they saw or perhaps tried the cocks by themselves. Vethis knew it would be a very tight fit, but he was determined to try it, at least.<br><br>He moaned quietly as two thick fingers pushed inside of him and spread his hole. Syrien would see that the elf was really not a virgin. His hole was easy to fit his fingers in and even to spread him wide. The opening was clearly well-used, but given the naga's size, it would still be a tight fight. And if it wasn't-- well there was always a second cock to use.<br><br>Vethis laughed quietly and spread his legs more to allow Syrien's fingers deeper and show his willingness to his husband.<br><br>"I'm sure I can take as much as you can give. I'll definitely try."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-08-2016, 03:48:52</strong>
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				"Why should I laugh?" Syrien pressed, putting more pressure behind his fingers until they drove as deeply into Vethis as they would go. Not nearly as deep as his cock would be soon enough, but enough to feel the velvet walls of the hot, tight hole he intended to stretch to its limits. "If anything, I find your enthusiasm a bit of a bonus. I anticipated a bit of hesitation once you saw me."<br><br>Once it became apparent that the width of two fingers was easy enough for the elf to take, he slipped in a third. The tip of his tail, meanwhile, snaked in between them, the smooth surface gliding over the rigid column of flesh between Vethis's legs. Without stopping to seek permission, the scaled appendage wrapped around the elf's cock as well as any hand ever could, pumping him slowly to ensure he maintained full arousal as Syrien opened him up.<br><br>"I expect no less." Vethis's skilled stroking did well to keep the naga's interest, his twin cocks throbbing in response to each pump of those smaller hands. Although Syrien's lengths were naturally slick, the vast majority of the wetness between them came from the tips, each of which dripped obscene amounts of precum - something that would ensure a smooth glide when the time came to penetrate his new lover.<br><br>Dipping his free hand between them, Syrien drew his fingers through the pool pre atop Vethis's abdomen, brazenly lifting them to the elf's mouth, painting his lower lip with the copious slick. "I hardly expected you to be so eager," he marveled, curling the fingers inside of his husband in an attempt to find his sweet spot. "Consider me pleasantly surprised. It would be quite the shame if I didn't make good use of this tight little hole on a regular basis."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cognitive Brainfart</strong> on <strong>11-08-2016, 14:08:04</strong>
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				The elf closed his eyes and pressed his teeth together when the third finger slid inside of him and a slick tail wrapped around his cock. He wanted to moan but stopped himself for now, even if it was hard. He would keep those sounds for later, preserve the mystery for at least a little while longer because he knew that once he'd start, he'd not be able to stop himself so easily. Instead, he smiled and moved against the penetration as best he could. Would the naga's cock go deeper? Would it feel different? He would be finding out soon, but right now it was fun to try and imagine these things.<br><br>His skilled hands stroked the twin cocks without pause, paying no mind that they were beginning to ache. His grip was firm and his movements aimed to spread as much precum as he could over the two shafts. He could only imagine that the excessive liquid was meant to make the fucking easier on his ass once his husband finally got in there.<br><br>"I'm glad that you find my eagerness pleasing," he said, closing his eyes briefly as those fingers crept closer to his sweet spot, "I know for a fact that in my home, many would find it the opposite. Lewd and improper."<br><br>Vethis opened his eyes again when he felt fingers at his lips. He parted them without protest and took the fingers in, licking and caressing them with his tongue. He treated each as if it were a cock trying to find release. Syrien would easily see that whatever lovers his husband may have had, he was clearly accustomed to taking cocks from every possible direction and he had no problem with doing so. Where would he find them, though, if such things were considered improper, as he said? Definitely a mystery to be solved later.<br><br>The elf had thoughts of his own racing through his head. Seemed that his husband enjoyed a good fucking, he pondered as fingers filled both his ass and mouth and a tail stroked him. Maybe he could use that later? Back home, his lovers were ready to do a lot for sex and Vethis never had problems with getting them to dance to his tune. Would it be the same here? His previous lovers were easily manipulated and their need created by many factors. Sex was not to be enjoyed, it was a duty and only very few were willing to admit that they did it for pleasure. Those men were frustrated and needy, they would give him much to be able to fuck him. Especially him. The thought almost made Vethis chuckle. They saw it as some sort of revenge against his father, a way to take out their anger on him, but they didn't stop to think that the man wouldn't care about that. It was cute, really...<br><br>The thoughts were quickly erased as the naga's fingers found their destination. Vethis gasped as they brushed against his prostate. His muscles tightened around the fingers, making his already pleasantly tight ass almost impossible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Edge of Unity [Trifles x Cognitive Brainfart]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>19-08-2016, 05:38:27</strong>
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				Vethis seemed to have little issue with taking his fingers into his mouth. If anything, he appeared downright eager, which was far more than Syrien had ever expected of his new husband. Up until a few short minutes prior, the elf had been rather cold, detached, unwilling to engage with him. His turnaround could not have been any more drastic - not that the naga had any reason to complain.<br><br>"Terribly improper," Syrien agreed, albeit in jest, fingers driving deeper into him in their quest for his prostate. "You are far more wanton than I had ever expected you to be." As the elf tightened around him, indicating he had found just the right spot, the naga showed him little mercy. His fingers zeroed in on the tender bundle of nerves, caressing them with each passing stroke, intent on keeping the elf on edge with sensation.<br><br>The naga toyed with him for a time, eventually adding a third finger to the previous two, the width of which would mimic the girth of his shafts halfway down. Both of his cocks were considerably wider toward their round, bulbous bases, something he wagered would be a challenge for Vethis, given the sheer tightness of his hole. Something told him, however, that the elf would be more than capable with the right incentive.<br><br>At length, Syrien reached down, drawing Vethis up onto his knees and urging him to bend over. The naga raised himself up on his tail just a bit, until his husband's face was level with his twin erections. Originally, the prince had expected a more typical first night. More conventional. But the more he sampled what Vethis had to offer, the possibility of conventional sex drifted farther and farther away. Simply sliding into him and having his way wasn't going to cut it now.<br><br>"Something tells me you have a wicked mouth," Syrien accused, drawing his fingers through his husband's dark hair. Teasingly, the thin end of his tail coiled around his thigh, the tip gliding over his balls and his relaxed opening. "Time to put it to use."
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