--Faerie--

[stripartist]

[A beautiful white fox sleeps on a stump outside the village. Most of the villagers are unsure of the fox, as white foxes aren't typical here and it might be a bad omen. But so far nothing has happened, so no one has tried to chase it off.

The only reason nothing has happened yet is because Yusuke is recovering from travel. Once he's had a good long nap, he plans on making this village part of his new kingdom and will be inspecting it.]

Comments

[stripartist]

A shame that research will just lead him in more circles. Idiot.

[He returns the nuzzle.]

Deserved.

[hoshikiri]

Mm.

[Now he's holding Yusuke's hand and kissing his hair softly.]

Is Hina well? Have you seen her?

[stripartist]

I have. She's fine, happy even. Her friends are good people.

[hoshikiri]

I see. I am glad... thank you for telling me, beloved...

[He didn't know her well, but he knew Hina had a bright future ahead. He knew Yusuke offered to bring her to his domain but...

In truth, Takame was a bit selfish. He did not want his attention split between his love and his "sister" figure. It's a hint of that selfishness that made Takame bring Yusuke in a little closer. Gods, he was simply irresistible right now.]

Mnh... you are beautiful.

[stripartist]

And you're being very handsy today, Ame. Is something wrong?

[He's not complaining, but.]

[hoshikiri]

[Very handsy and very cuddly. Those hands of his were wandering a bit, mostly petting at Yusuke's tails for now the urge to move under his clothing was rising.

He started nuzzling at a specific space he's favored lately at Yusuke's neck and shoulder.]

No, there is nothing wrong... 'tis hard to resist having my hands on you as of late...

[He took a deep breath, trying to settle his hands but just ended up more worked up and more warm.]

Mn... Yusuke, you smell wonderful...

[stripartist]

Mmm...Takame, are you...what's the term...thirsty?

[hoshikiri]

[Head tilt, now looking up at Yusuke.]

I don't believe so? I am hydrated well enough...

[Local man thinks his love means literal thirst then returns to his affections.]

But I do feel... warm... and restless. And there are... quite a few people around.

[He feels irked by it.]

[stripartist]

No, I think the term means...hm. Aroused?

[hoshikiri]

Does it? Strange...

[Takame tried to think about it, if he was or wasn't. He just know this didn't feel like normal arousal that he's felt in the past.

His thought was interrupted by an overheard comment about Yusuke being very beautiful despite Takame having his hands all over him. Other people have been making passing comments or gawking at Yusuke when he did not have his arms around him.

What they saw were two particularly pretty humans. What Takame hoped they heard was the loud and threatening growl he let out.

And that Yusuke likely heard and felt too, the low Rrrrrr... from his dragon.]

Too close...

[stripartist]

[Ah.

Hm.

Yusuke leans back and kisses Takame's cheek.]

Ame, love, you're growling.

[hoshikiri]

[Takame leaned into that affection happily with the tip of his tail swishing lightly. But he was still growling, just quieter. And he held onto Yusuke tighter.]

Forgive me... I am... restless I think. Agitated.

[Another person passes by, gaze lingering on the two of them. It was only when Takame flashed his sharp fangs that they suddenly started walking a lot faster and facing front only.]

Too many people... they keep looking at you.

[stripartist]

Then why not take me somewhere they can't see me?

[hoshikiri]

Mm. Let us return home. That one will make a fool of himself again... may we return home? Please?

[Takame let go of Yusuke, but only so it was easier to tug on his hand.

There was something... wrong with him, but that wouldn't click until they got back into their room. Into their bed. Gods, Takame's mind would be a fog until he was inside of Yusuke.]

[stripartist]

Of course.

[Yusuke lets Takame tug him away and to their home. Once they cross the threshold, Yusuke throws himself at his dragon, clearly wanting to be carried.]

[hoshikiri]

[Something Takame gladly does for his love, carrying him like the royalty he was while showering him with kisses to his face and neck all the way to their room where he set Yusuke down to start kissing him against the door.

It was needy and desperate with his newly forked tongue making itself known immediately. And there was still a bit of a growl in his throat.

Maybe it was finally hearing himself that made him realize that something was off.]

Yusuke... something... feels wrong with me.

[Takame stopped kissing, but he still laid his head on Yusuke's shoulder and spoke into his neck.]

I want you... need you right now... more than I have ever needed you. I have never had a need like this before, even when I avoided relieving myself for months on end I have never felt arousal this intense.

[He said this, but his body spoke louder and his hand already moved down Yusuke's body.]

This isn't normal... what is wrong with me?

[stripartist]

Mmm...

[He's a bit distracted, but after a moment, he speaks.]

Takame, love, you're a dragon now. You need to stop thinking like a human. This is normal for dragons.

[hoshikiri]

It's... normal? For dragons?

[Takame held onto Yusuke. Tight. Possessive.]

To want to break the arms of anyone who looks at you... this is normal for dragons...?

[He had spent most of his life as a human. This was a frightening change, in truth. He felt like he was treading the tip of insanity...

And the void into it was so inviting.]

Beloved... is it normal as well to want to bite your neck as badly as I do? So that everyone knows I have claimed you...?

[stripartist]

Well, it's normal if you consider me part of your hoard, which I believe you do.

[So. He smiles, kisses Takame's cheek and gently encouraging the fall.]

And yes, it is. Dragons do that.

[hoshikiri]

[Encourage the fall. He wanted to be guided into that endless sea and abandon the last of what made him human.]

Dragons... hoard treasure.

[Said with hot, heavy breath against Yusuke's neck and the tips of his fangs tracing along it.]

You are my most precious treasure of all... to claim.

[He bit down hard at the crook of Yusuke's neck, sinking his teeth in with a growl louder than he already was and holding Yusuke even closer to fully establish that Yusuke was his.

But more importantly. He was Yusuke's. He belonged to Yusuke.

Not wanting to harm Yusuke too badly, he relented and licked the spot he bit. The remnants of a growl could still be heard but it was more like a purring sound. At the edge of it though was still a desperate heaving as he started to grind against Yusuke's body. He was hard as a rock already...]

Yusuke... my Yusuke... mine.

[stripartist]

Ah--

[There's no blood, but only because Yusuke is quick to heal himself before it can bleed. Takame's bite is strong and so very good, but also painful.

The licking helps, as does the purr-growl.]

Ame...mm...

[hoshikiri]

[Takame spent a long moment tending to the fresh mark. Kissing it, licking it more, nuzzling against it with his nose. Unless asked for specifically, Yusuke was not to be touched by anyone except for him.

And now everyone will know it. But...

It should go both ways. Takame wanted to be claimed as well. He wanted to be marked and branded.]

Beloved, will you show them I am yours... will you make me into your canvas...

[His breathing hastened, hands wandering and seeking out that beautifully soft and flawless skin.]

[stripartist]

Ah....I can. Would a tattoo work? I don't bite, not like you...

[He melts against Takame with a sigh, shifting to sit more comfortably in his lap.]

[hoshikiri]

If you want to bite me, you may...

[Takame had long since brought the two of them to bed for Yusuke to settle into his lap. He was trying to get his love's clothes off first because he was desperate to touch skin. He'd loosened the obi on his own robes because hells his clothes felt like too much right now.]

Any way that you want to mark me, please do... a tattoo, a bite, magic... please...

[He spoke in between giving Yusuke messy kisses on the lips while still giving some attention to the mark he left.]

Mhn... Yusuke, these clothes...

[He needed them off or he'd suffocate.]

[stripartist]

[Yusuke just magics the clothes away when Takame asks, though he's far too interested in the idea of a tattoo on Takame.]

Magical tattoo...? Maybe my name on your back?