terrariums | open; 2024

[Seven, he can't--Jade is just--it's so, so much, nearly too much to handle all at once, slamming into him so much faster and harder than he'd bargained for. Jade wrenches a ragged cry from him as he rams home in one vicious thrust, buried straight to the hilt and forcing him open wider with every grind of his hips, the heat of his mouth sending tingling jolts zinging straight down to the pit of his stomach and tips of his tentacles. How often does Rook's composure slip so badly, letting shock and pleasure rattle him even briefly?

It's enough to make him greedy for more, want to see exactly how rough he can make Jade be. His tentacle pistons inside Jade with a brutal pace now, hips grinding eagerly against Jade's to take his length as deep as he can--but Rook is quickly starting to realize even that vestige of human instincts might be less important than how shockingly controllable this part of him is. Soon enough, his siphon is very deliberately flexing and squeezing around Jade's length, keen on milking the merman for everything he's worth. Why exactly would he want to limit himself to a human shape when he could have this kind of pleasure, again?]

[ It's a brief reprieve with Rook's falter, but it's enough for Jade to finally feel some resemblance of his rational thought return. His hips harshly rock against him with little regard to how it moves them through the water until they finally brush against the mud and algae that call the lakebed their home.

His neck cranes, mouth finding the front of Rook's throat to pepper with bites and sucks. One clawed hand buries itself in the mud for support as the other roams to grope and stroke all that he can as his vision goes white. His teeth dig in ferociously on instinct as his orgasm washes over him, buried deeply inside the body gripping him so, so tightly. The moan that follows reverberates through him and against such colorful, ruined skin. All the while every twist and thrust of that tendril spreading him apart edges between wonderous pleasure and blissful agony.

Webbed fingers find the gills on Rook's right side, clawed tips burying themselves inside in a bid to feel more. ]

Edited 2024-04-07 20:48 (UTC)

[How fortunate for him that Jade's instincts are only this violent, or he might be in real trouble of being seriously wounded. As it is Rook all but screams as fangs and claws plunge into him, gills spasming in an instinctive attempt to push out the foreign intrusion, pleasure and pain bleeding together into something white-hot and explosive, indistinguishable as they force him over the edge. He spills hot inside Jade, tentacle forcing itself into those tight muscles as deeply as it can manage, muscles clenching and holding violently around Jade's cock as he unravels.

He's not sure how long it takes to relax, riding such an intense high. But eventually, Rook melts into Jade's coils and cuddles against his chest, thoughts drifting and hazy. He doesn't need to move yet, does he? This closeness feels far too good to give up until he absolutely has to.]

[ It's nearly unbearable how warm he feels inside when Rook cums. Jade's own gills flare, exhilarated in their effort to keep up with the level of oxygen his lungs need. Tongue follows up on the bite to Rook's throat once he's collected enough to unlatch, but he doesn't fight when the hunter curls in on him. How even after this Rook's three hearts seem calmer than his own feels... unfair?

But it only earns a sigh. At least he managed a scream out of him--though it only brings the thought of what else could to his mind. Claws retreat from now bloodied gills in favor of bringing his arm around the nearby strong waist instead. Keeping himself thoroughly inside him with little desire to pull back, but his mind wanders. ]

Hmm... how fascinating.

[ It's murmured more against hair than particularly aimed as conversation. His tail pulling inward to surround them as he settles. With a body so long, it's an easy task even with tentacles still absentmindedly stuck to him here and there. ]

Mmmm?

[It feels so good to just stay interlocked like this, both filled to the brim and surrounded by strong muscles on every possible side. Laying here to enjoy the afterglow, and the heady scent of his own blood in the water, it's easy to feel him start shifting again--this time, his skin grows strangely textured beneath Jade's tongue, the dull and murky green-brown of mud and algae blossoming to help hide them away.

What is Jade even talking about? What about fucking is fascinating, exactly?]

[ The change in texture is pleasant in the striking contrast of the siphon he's still buried so deeply inside. Would Rook be sore after this the way he's sure himself will be? Although he's not exactly sure where he'll feel such pleasant discomfort once he's transformed. It isn't like these forms truly translate over one hundred percent logically. ]

I had expected a strong reaction, but you certainly surpassed my expectations.

[ His body tenses slightly around the tendril still embedded in him, but he doesn't move at all to pull away. His lips close over one of the multiple bites he's left on the hunter's neck, appreciating his own handiwork and how Rook's change in texture affects them. ]

Perhaps my first experiment tested the waters too intensely.

[ He doesn't sound at all displeased. ]

[Oh, he's guaranteed to be sore by the time he makes it back to the dorm, with how thoroughly Jade has ravished him. Even now, the first aches are starting to creep in; Rook's breath catches on a half-voiced whimper as Jade's lips tease at a bite, nerves still buzzing with oversensitivity.]

I suppose we'll hah-have to try a-again later to make sure then, won't we?

[Jade can be as intense and ambitious as he wants, if every experiment feels this incredible. How many tests does he want, until he's fully satisfied with his findings? He's ready to give himself over to them as many times as Jade's heart desires.]

[ That whimper makes him want to bite down, but he refrains in favor of continuing his lavish attention. His hips give a slow, steady roll down into the body below him. How would a form like this hold up to extensive stimulation? Would his color changing be effected? Would Rook be as open to experimentation to the other beasts and merfolk roaming around campus?

Well, that would certainly make him jealous in a way that would wind up with more than just a nibble or bite. Jade's hand trails down Rook's side, thumb brushing just below flared gills. ]

I had half expected you to reject my advances.

Ah--

[Such a tease. Rook's siphon quivers and clenches around Jade in thoughtless desire, tentacle twitching and curling erratically inside him as his head falls back. Even after coming only minutes ago, touching him like this..... It doesn't feel like his body is quite his own again yet, when he can't control such reactivity. Is his body really his, while it doesn't obey him?]

Wh-why would you think that?

[ Oh, how it drags a shiver through Jade's body at such pulsing inside and around him--but he's having a conversation. So the moan is hissed through his teeth against Rook's bloody, inky throat instead.

The way that tentacle moves makes it difficult, though. So shouldn't he distract it in some way? Clawed fingertips continue their trail downward until he finds where they're so seated together, thumb brushing along what small bit of Rook's sex he can find. ]

Mm... I doubt you were following me so closely lately due to personal interest, Rook-san.

[ And, truly, he ~~stalks~~ researches quite a few people. ]

I thought I might have come on too strongly. You are a human, after all.

I.....

[Rook's tendril twitches sharply under even such a gentle touch, flexing to press more firmly into Jade's hand. What were they talking about, again? Hunting?

He really needs to regain his composure. Once he's there, it's so much easier to stay in control than it is once he's dropped his guard like this.]

N-non. But even so, it was a request I was delighted to accept.

Should I congratulate you on a perfectly executed plan? It seems you really do have me right where you want me.

Do I?

[ Jade's manages to barely bite back the quiver of Rook's tentacle molding to his palm. How must something so malleable feel in comparison to what the hunter is used to? Did he engage in that much attention to himself to begin with?

Perhaps more often than Jade does, at least. His fingers curl to gently stroke what bit of the tendril he can. It is a rare opportunity to examine something like this so intimately. ]

I feel that I faltered under you quite a bit.

W-well, I did promise to give you at least one win.....

[Rook laughs breathlessly, eyes fluttering in dazed contentment; every caress leaves him shivering more than he'd care to admit, Jade's fingers sparking flashes of bright color in their wake to interrupt his dreary camouflage. He may not have actually ever approached anyone until Jade, but that doesn't mean he hasn't experimented on his own plenty. It just..... seemed more enjoyable, when almost everyone he might have been interested in wanted so little to do with him.

Even with that limited experience, though, it feels hard to compare to this. The sensations are all so different, inside and out--to say nothing of how much better it feels, to have someone else to do the touching.]

[ The hunter's form like this truly is fascinating... Full of potential that Jade's instincts tell him would be better suited to not be experienced. It was all too easy to imagine himself taking a harmless swim only to be grabbed by what felt like countless tentacles, only to be dragged down to the seafloor and overtaken. So many arms that even his thrashing tail and considerable muscle mass would be at a disadvantage.

There's another thought in that though--the thrill of the ambush and being drowned in ink and Rook. ]

I suppose you did...

[ How much more can he coax Rook out of his hole that he's clearly so comfortable in? Though fortunately it does seem to have more of a mind of its own with the option of control when the vice demands it. He gives a small squeeze, enjoying the way it so strikingly contrasts the color surrounding them. Almost like the plumes of alchemy smoke gone wrong...~~because Rook is a mad scientist in the making.~~ ]

Am I your first?

[He would be entirely too thrilled to successfully ambush Jade like that, if he manages to grow skilled enough with this form. After all, isn't the perfection of his craft what he strives for every single day? To transcend his human limits is just one more way to do so, one that just so happens to promise extremely pleasurable payoffs for all his efforts.

Rook licks his lips as he stares up at Jade, eyes darkening with fresh desire. Already, he's starting to throb and swell in Jade's hand again as the merman slowly coaxes him back out, swirling licks of color blossoming and spreading like drops of ink falling into the water. ~~Mad science is just another kind of art, isn't it? All science is, for that matter.~~]

O-oui, that's right. And you?

[ Such an easy answer. He can't say that he wouldn't be the same if it was Rook's hand wrapped around him. There's a power to it that's so unique to their situation he can't fight the amused chuckle that escapes him. Rook's arousal is held with such care even as Jade's claws lightly press against it. Eager to see how it reacts under such unyielding pressure pulling from base to tip. ]

Of course... Merfolk rarely hold multiple partners.

[ What a lovely face Rook has even with his hair embedded in mud and algae, with cheeks spread with color that is so different from just the standard red flush of humans. ]

You are so swollen already...

Nnngh--

[Jade wrings a strangled needy sound out of him, tentacle jerking sharply in his grasp as wicked claws rake down its length. They're enough to pull it right out of the hole he'd been so happy to stay nestled in, in fact, tip already starting to glisten with fresh arousal. What a mess he must look..... What would people say, if they could see him right now?]

C-can you really blame me? Just look at yourself.

[ Such a warm reception, and now with Rook right where he wants him he's free to bring his other hand into the equation after a brief shake to send any mud clinging to it drifting off into the water. Mismatched eyes drift down between them as both hands more gently hold him, the one closest to the leaking tip affectionately giving slow strokes.

It's difficult to imagine Rook's real body when he's so formidable like this, but he tries regardless. How does he like to be touched? Does he twitch just like this? ]

My... Should I worry you only find me attractive like this, Rook-san?

How cruel...

[ It's a mocking sadness in his tone as one of his claws teases the slit at the end of that tendril with careful, slow circles. ]

You would ha--ahh--

[How well does any of this even translate, when his body structure is so fundamentally different? When his cock shouldn't be capable of this much movement at all? It's hard to even keep the words straight in his mind, when Jade is teasing him so mercilessly. Is this going to happen every time Jade manages to decisively turn the tables on him during a hunt? Does he really mind, if that means Jade keeps touching him like this?]

--H-have to be blind..... nnn-not to see how beautiful you are in..... in every shape. Shouldn't you be fending..... fending off suitors at every turn?

[That flush of bold colors has overtaken him entirely now, skin smooth and supple to the touch. He's quickly growing stiff and trembling in Jade's hands, every maddeningly slow stroke seeming to leave him radiating more heat; soon enough, Jade's fingers start growing slick with the steady trickle of arousal he coaxes out. Rook reaches up to wind his arms around Jade's neck, intent on pulling him down for an urgent kiss; he can't just hold still while Jade has his way with him, can he?]

[ Perhaps Rook is just interested in men so much larger than him, but really their builds aren't so different. In height it's obvious even in his human form that Jade has the advantage, but in muscle? No. Rook isn't like the humans who neglect their bodies and training. He might not have to fight the riptides and currents with his body on a daily basis, but he puts himself through extensive training all the same.

It is as admirable as it is attractive--even without the brief glance of the hunter's entirety that he was able to see before he entered the lake tonight. ]

Good answer.

[ Jade's lips easily part when Rook kisses him, as much as he enjoys the desperate and rare collapse of the vice's normally so eloquent way of speaking. Deepening the kiss is easy when every sound coming out of his partner's mouth are so open... but he breathes his own words into Rook's mouth whenever he can. ]

Mm... Praise me more.

[ All the while his strokes on Rook's length is relentless. Palms squeezing, fingers gently twisting, his clawed nails toying with the slit so steadily rewarding him with wetness he can feel even despite all the water. ]

[Rook moans helplessly into the kiss, melting into it in a silent plea for more. Trying to hold still for Jade is absolutely excruciating with this much restless energy and pent up desire crackling through him; already, his siphon is pulsing hungrily around the cock still buried inside it, as though he can simply pull Jade deeper inside without moving against him. As steadily as his other tentacles are gripping him, the one Jade plays with just writhes in his hold, desperately pressing into his hands in a bid for firmer touch. How is he supposed to focus on talking, when Jade is so deftly reducing him to a slick, trembling mess?

He hasn't even really considered his type before, to be honest. What would he even call it, beyond "beautiful" and "interesting"? Those are such idiosyncratic definitions in his mind that they're all but useless to literally anyone else. But if there's anything that Rook is good at, it's waxing poetic about things that have captivated him. Even such crumbling self-control can't stop him from talking if he really wants to. His words may be halting and breathless, fragmented when particularly stimulating touches tongue tie him or tease embarrassingly needy sounds out of him, but they still keep coming, on and on like a river's swift current.]

Mmmmnn..... I've been interested in all three of you since right when you first enrolled. But you're the one I've been fascinated by the whole time, did you know that? It wasn't hard to learn about any of you. But the more I found out, the more I wanted to know--I've wanted to understand you, most of all.

It's been such a delight to see you learn about land and humanity, while I learned about merfolk. I could watch you for hours no matter what you're doing, but especially in the mountains. The joy and passion you show out here..... vraie beauté. You don't get the chance to wear such an expression often enough.

[Rook stares up at Jade, gaze piercing and dark with lust, focused on nothing but him. For all his protests earlier, for all that he loves to research so many prey..... he's not exactly selling the idea of having difficulty with commitment, is he?]

Watching you while you thought you were alone in the wilderness, seeing you as yourself and by yourself, was when I knew I wanted to hunt you in earnest.

[ Is there much of a difference in hunting and 'courting', really? Other than vulnerability, anyway.

Which truthfully neither of them are the best at, though Rook is certainly the more stubborn of the two in that regard. For every bit of information that Jade has managed to scrap together through his own observations and casual one-sided conversations, he's been left with more questions about his intended's true motives, true self... but the little things like that don't matter when compared to this experience. Seeing Rook so raw and eager beneath him brings a pleasure with it that feeds Jade's heart as much as his arousal.

As he obtains his praise his strokes grow in speed, his own gills laboring with the effect of his enjoyment from Rook's body tempting him so sweetly. His own selfishness takes hold and his hips start to move. Pressing as deeply inside of the other with each slow, steady movement. It's agonizing for himself, but this isn't about him right now. He'd have his moment once Rook crumbles around him and spills over his hands.

He's beautiful like this. A mess of colors and such an intent expression even as he's filled and stretched to the brim. ]

Ah... Watching me so closely... I should be careful of what I do off trail, then.

[ It's difficult to have time alone back in the dorm, after all. Has Rook witnessed those rare occasions when he'd taken his human arousal in hand when he believed he was alone? Did he watch or was Le Chasseur D'Armour the type to give his prey some semblance of privacy? ]

[There are nearly no differences at all between the two, in his experience; once Cupid's bow bends, it never misses its mark. That's all part of what makes it so very thrilling, isn't it? Even the vulnerability of it all.....

He can't say he's not dreadfully stubborn about it, but he would at least claim to be more skilled. Because it is a skill to be honed, just like any other, isn't it? Intimacy, vulnerability..... You learn how to show them, to what degree, in what ways, for what reasons. In matters of the heart, he's not afraid to bare it all. He'll gladly speak his mind, pour out all his most tender feelings to those he cares about so deeply, without even the slightest hesitation. Even when it comes to his own body, he can embrace the danger of calculated risks with big pay offs, leaving himself exposed as he had when he joined Jade in this lake to begin with.

But when it comes to himself..... That's when it becomes so much more tempting to dance around the topic, to use his own vulnerability as a sword and shield. It's easy to bend most people's attention around him, like his own strange form of psychic camouflage. They can intimately know his feelings and opinions, without ever truly knowing him.]

You should. Unless you want company, that is.

[Because as much as he prizes his own privacy, Le Chasseur D'Amour has no compunctions about robbing anyone else of theirs. He has, in fact, watched Jade enjoy his hard-earned solitude. He'll probably continue to do so, for that matter, now with even less concern than before.

Of course, it's difficult to seem properly smug or sinister when every agonizingly slow thrust pulls his body taut against Jade's like a fully-drawn bowstring, when the reward for his words makes his words fail him entirely. Rook grinds desperately against him, tentacle soaked with the arousal Jade's touch has smeared so generously, breathing soft pleading noises against Jade's lips. Can he? Will Jade let him?]

Jade-kun--

[Has Jade ever heard Rook address him plainly before? Rook's claws hook into his shoulders as he clings, siphon tightening like a vise around Jade's cock. He crushes their lips together to muffle his cry as he comes undone in Jade's arms, completely overwhelmed.]

[ Hearing his name in his own mouth makes the effort of keeping himself calm worth it. Hips grind forward into the tight heat so desperately clinging to him and he lets himself enjoy it. Mouth overtaking Rook's in eager, sharp kisses with little regard to the way either of their teeth catch or nick at his tongue. The occasional tang of salt and copper only flavoring the experience as his pace grows strong and fast.

He's chasing a peak and it doesn't take long at all to fall over it when he can feel his hunter's tendril write under his hand while he cums. This time though he shudders heavily as he slides himself out. The overstimulating threat of staying sheathed inside Rook far too high to risk. It's no surprise that his mess so easily combines with the black ink, but as he breaks the kiss to place one against the blond's cheek he finds he likes it.

Even if he and Floyd used to make fun of Azul for 'inking' when he was scared when they were kids, it's a completely different feeling right now. ]

Mm...

[ After one final, slow and appreciative squeeze of the other's fading arousal he finally withdraws his hand in favor of settling down against the body below him. ]

'Jade-kun'... I believe that may be the first time I have heard that from you, Rook-san.

[ The ache has already begun to set in, but he's comfortable all the same. Floyd would certainly interrogate him about this later the very moment he catches a whiff of him, but... ]

[How could he not spray ink when Jade is pounding him into the mud with such vicious strength that he struggles to breathe? When he's fucking him straight through a climax that he could only barely handle to begin with? Rook's voice rises to a fever pitch, tongue and teeth clashing against Jade's in blind need. Given how much seed he's leaving splattered over them both, Azul and Floyd will probably both know exactly what happened the moment Jade steps into the room, won't they? At least he can simply mask the scent with a little mud, and his human dormmates will be none the wiser.

That..... is a future problem though, not a present one. At present, all Rook can manage is curling against Jade, spent and exhausted, mind embarrassingly hazy as his suckers gradually release their iron grips. Easy, vulnerable prey, should Jade have anything unsavory in mind--but he just doesn't have it in him to do anything about it right now. Not when even his instinctive camouflage is so slow to overtake the brilliant spectacle of his arousal. What is Jade talking about? His name? Why?]

Is it.....?

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