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      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      魔法使いの嫁_|_Mahou_Tsukai_no_Yome_|_The_Ancient_Magus_Bride
  Relationship:
      Ellias_Ainsworth/Hatori_Chise
  Character:
      Ellias_Ainsworth, Hatori_Chise, Silkie_(Mahou_Tsukai_no_Yome), Ruth_
      (Mahou_Tsukai_no_Yome)
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      Sexual_Content, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Masturbation, Embarrassment,
      Awkwardness, Curiosity, Emotional_Roller_Coaster, Demon_Sex, Oral_Sex, im
      not_even_sure_if_ellias_has_a_dongle, lets_just_pretend_he_does, lets
      also_pretend_i_know_what_his_body_looks_like, he_hasnt_even_shown_any_bit
      of_it, shy_bone-head, welcome_to_smut_hell, Sexual_Fantasy, Slow_Build,
      Slow_Burn, Fluff_and_Angst, Lemon, Dirty_Thoughts, Adult_Content,
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Hand_Jobs, Bath_Sex, Dom/sub_Undertones,
      i_like_the_idea_of_bottom!Ellias, Illustrated, NSFW_Art, Fanart, Porn
      With_Plot
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      Published: 2015-08-11 Completed: 2015-10-31 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 16135
****** Perplexities ******
by QuailTail
Summary
     Chise's human "needs" unexpectedly caught Ellias by the horns, and he
     doesn't quite know what to do. He stubbornly believes he can't
     experience the feelings humans can feel, but learns that he might
     have felt them all along. Things get spicy between the awkward
     couple.
     (Contains graphic depictions of sexual situations)
***** Whirlwind *****
Chapter Notes
     Prepare for something real uncomfortable... yet hot. Enjoy ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
    Beams of sunshine broke through the groaning branches of the treetops,
spotting the dirt path with shifting patterns of light. The autumn breeze left
a chill in the air that scattered crisp leaves across the plain, creating a
colorful flurry of dull reds and oranges. Along the trail lined with a rockwall
and bustling trees, a quiet individual walked in his own silence, accompanied
by the sounds of trilling birds and the rustling of withering foliage. His dark
robe curled against the sudden winds and his gloved hands rose to remove the
red cloth that hid away his skeletal face. It was a peaceful afternoon for the
magus, who was on his way home after a successful delivery.
    Ellias had journeyed to the village to hand over a package, personally,
since the customer who asked for it was so ill that they couldn’t even leave
their home to get it themselves. The magus did not mind, of course, since it
was an excellent opportunity to get some fresh air after being cooped up in the
house for so long. He strolled in a gentle pace, inhaling deeply to fill his
lungs with the heavenly aroma of the Earth. In his serenity, the fleeting image
of his apprentice came to mind.
    This would be the third day Chise was dead asleep. Three long days of
slumber, days in which Ellias had spent without her cherished presence, her
voice, her everything. He was hoping that once he returned to the household,
she would be awake, and he would finally have her back again. As disappointing
as it would be to have her still asleep, he’d have the pleasure to crawl right
back into bed with her, and regain the precious warmth he lost from the cold,
brisk air. He remembered the night of that thunderstorm, the fateful evening
that led to Chise sleeping in his arms every night afterwards. Oddly enough,
sleep didn’t come so easily without each other's embrace, so they found comfort
in sharing a bed. Ellias grew fond of the idea of Chise’s sleeping form laid
against his, her head rested against his chest and their legs intermingled
underneath the soft blankets. He began to rely on Chise to shake him up in the
early morning, something that he could never manage, especially when he was
truly a beast of the night. The only misfortune, as of late, was that he had
awoken without her for two mornings so far. Mornings where her bright eyes
weren’t the first thing he saw when he woke up, and it just felt so… What was
the word again? Oh, yes... lonely.
    Although she was completely comatose, he spent most of yesterday lingering
near their bed she slept in, watching her, feeling her gentle snoring lull him
into the undeniable calm he grew to love. Well, as close to ‘love’ as he’d ever
admit to understanding. He found himself petting her red hair, or caressing the
silky skin of her cheeks. If it was anyone else, they’d think of themselves as
creepy, but Ellias never thought of his fondness in touch to be such a bad
thing. He just wanted those soft eyes to look up at him, her soul to soak into
him, her voice to fill his air. In the emptiness of the previous day, he had
plenty of time to embrace loneliness, and realize how that feeling never
existed when Chise was with him. After being with her for so long, he did not
want to experience any closeness to the ache of solitude again.
    As the dirt road came to an end, the magus finally broke from his thoughts
and focused on his home in the distance, which drew closer with every careful
stride he made. The garden was swamped by dead leaves and fallen branches, and
it felt like an entirely different yard in comparison to when the lush green
grasses and red roses flourished in the summer season. He looked up from the
dying flowers of the ground to the house, whose clinging grapevines were
decaying due to the rising cold. Ellias stepped towards the entrance of his
home, his black oxford-clad feet clacking against the cobblestone path up to
his door.
    When he shuffled inside, he noticed the fireplace was crackling with red
flames eating at aged logs of wood. He also noted that neither Chise, nor the
Silky, were there to welcome him home, which peaked his growing curiosity as to
where they were. Ellias turned to the coat rack standing by the side of the
door in which he entered, and slipped off his dark robe, hanging it neatly at
its collar. Soon after, he brought his hands up to untie the golden strings
wrapped around his rugged horns, pulling off the crimson fabric used to hide
away his inhuman complexion. He hung it alongside his cloak, and turned to look
around the house which seemed empty from where he stood.
    Ellias tugged his vest at its bottom edges, adjusting it as he walked into
the open hallway, peeking his head into each open doorway to see if anyone was
even home, it felt almost abandoned with its eery quietness. The kitchen,
dining room, bathroom, and alchemy room were empty, but when he turned the
corner to head towards his bedroom, he saw the Silky standing before it,
already looking his way like she presumed he would appear. Ellias couldn’t help
but sigh in relief when he caught sight of her, knowing now there was nothing
to worry about.
 
“Good afternoon, Silky. Has Chise awoken yet?” Ellias asks, his voice laced
with a bit of hope. The Silky responded with a small nod, and this made the
magus perk up ever so slightly. “Splendid, I was hoping she would today.”
 
    He smiled through his eyes, moving to put his hand on the knob of his
bedroom door, but the Silky slid right in front of him so he couldn’t go any
farther. This confused him.
 
“Wha--, Silky, pardon me,” He says, trying to bend around the fairy, quickly
failing when she stood to block his path yet again. He looks down to stare
quizzically at her face, which was as neutral as it's always been. “I wish to
see her, why won’t you let me?”
 
    She remains silent, but only counters by shaking her head and gently
pushing him back with her hands, politely gesturing him to go away. Of course,
Ellias took this the wrong way and instead became increasingly troubled.
 
“What is it, is she purging again? I can take it, Silky, let me in --” Ellias
insists, only receiving more head-shaking, more aggressive this time, and
that’s when he finally hears it. The smallest sound that came from the other
side of the door, muffled but distinguishable; Heavy breathing, ragged yet
hushed, and it made Ellias immediately assume the worst. Pain, he thought, the
magic drained too much from her body and its taking a toll upon her.
 
“She’s hurting, isn’t she? Don’t let her suffer alone, please, I must see her…”
He pushes the Silky to the side with an anxious force, his gloved hand wrapping
around the knob, breaking through the lock with little to no effort at all.
 
    His sudden burst of strength shot open the door, nearly cracking the
adjacent wall it slammed into. Ellias trudged towards the bed, but stopped in
his tracks when his eyes captured Chise’s wide ones. He had a split second to
view what was before him; Chise, kneeled upon the bed, pale skin completely
bare and flushed and drenched with sweat, her thighs spread wide and straddling
a pillow, her hips caught in the midst of a gyrating motion. Quickly, she
managed a gasp and wrapped her arms around her naked breasts, jumping up and
off the bed to hide on the other side of it, ducking low to conceal the
entirety of her body.
    It felt like time froze over.
    Ellias stood in complete shock, his heart beating murderously within his
ribcage, his glowing eyes gaping and his jaw almost hitting the floor. He could
hear her labored breathing from the opposite end of the bed, sounding as if she
was ready to have a heart-attack, or maybe she already was. Falling upon such a
situation never went through his mind, he had never expected anything like
this, nevermind bearing witness to it all. The previous sight of her supple
flesh and mid-rolling pelvis were forever singed in his mind, replaying over
and over while he stood as still as a statue. It was a rarity for Ellias to be
left so speechless.
 
“-- Elias!” Chise bellowed from behind the bed, the extreme embarrassment
apparent in her voice. “The d-door was locked! And have you ever heard of kn-
knocking?!”
 
“Chise, I didn’t think --”
 
“No, you didn’t think!” Chise interrupted him, her words quivering into a sob.
From behind the mattress, she started to fumble around, and she then whispered,
 “...Oh god, where are my clothes?”
 
    Ellias heard her hopeless mutter, and looked to the floor, seeing that a
few pieces of clothes were scattered along the ground by his feet. He bent down
to pick them up, collecting a shirt, skirt, and pair of undergarments in his
hands, taking a brevity to curiously inspect them before he tossed them over to
her side. Chise, unnerved by his lengthy silence, grabbed her clothes and began
to put them back on, jittering with a mixture of anger and humiliation. After
covering up her sticky body with her garments, she remained hidden from Ellias,
knees hugged close to her chest and her burning face buried behind her knees.
    The contemplating magus looked relatively close to a deer in headlights,
staring in the direction where Chise was, waiting patiently for her to come
out, but she never did. It felt like hours when it was only seconds passing. He
was completely lost on what to do next, blaming himself for creating a
dreadfully distressing situation for his apprentice, whose contentment and
happiness was what he urged for. In this moment, he thought he broke all the
progress of respect and comfort of each other. Ellias wished he knew how to
apologise rightfully, to make Chise forgive him for this one incident where he
acted on impulse. He was normally a heedful fellow, but when it came to the off
chance Chise was in danger, his actions were quick and witlessly executed, and
he had yet to make a mistake because of it. Of course, this was the biggest
mistake for his first. This was the first time something bad came from his
autonomous fight-or-flight response regarding Chise. Was he in the wrong?
    He slowly advanced around the foot of the bed, his gentle footfalls making
Chise cringe deeper into her ball of shame. She was unsure if he was walking
out of the room or coming closer, not knowing which was worse. When she felt
him looming by her, the light being shrouded by his tall shadow, tears began to
prickle in her eyes. She didn’t want to hear him say anything, fearing a scold
of disgust or a promise of banishment. If there was any way to take it all back
and prevent Ellias from seeing her do suchlewd things, she would have easily
sold her own soul for it.
 
“Chise…” He began, his voice low and soft. The words that he meant to
articulate fell flat. Again, he was absolutely breathless.
 
    Ellias peered solemnly down at the ashamed human, curled up in a tight
huddle. He wanted to tell her everything was okay, and hold her close to prove
his truth. Not a single word rose from his mouth, although he tried, but he
instead turned to her side and slowly lowered himself to sit next to her.
Knowing full well that she was on the verge of tears with degradation, he
wanted to comfort her. The moment his backside touched the floor, Chise shot up
from the ground and stormed out of the room, cheeks as red as her hair. His
eyes unfocused in bewilderment as his ears were filled with the sound of her
hasty footsteps, growing faint as she left the room and entered the hallway. He
was left in his own silence.
    Unsure of the reason why she was acting this way, he tried to familiarize
himself with the feelings that humans had, but had never experienced himself.
Embarrassment, shame, regret… but inwardly, unbeknownst to him, there was a
hint of all of those. That is why he felt so out of place, a sense of turmoil
ingrained in his core, and slivers of strange titillation that he pushed away
in an effort to keep his poise. Dare he admit it, he felt saddened because he
caused Chise to be so upset with him that she ran away. Did that mean she
feared him now?
    He prepared himself to stand again, grasping the pole of the bed frame,
using it to support his weakening legs. He was so confused, yet at the same
time, he understood everything that happened. Upon lifting his eyes to the open
doorway, he saw the Silky, who shot him a look of disapproval before she
continued down the hallway, presumably where Chise went, and escaped his line
of sight.
 
“Well, it would have been nice if you warned me with words,” He called out to
her, only answered by more silence. He says under his sigh, “I didn’t expect
this…”
 
    The empty absence of sound made his thoughts seem even louder. He was left
alone, turning his head to stare at the very bed he and Chise slept in, and was
now seen as a platform for something more. It reminded him that beds are not
only used for innocent slumber, but in an adults’ eye, a playground for lovers.
Ellias felt odd when that idea finally hit him.
    The incident from earlier repeated in his mind, growing more vivid the
longer he mulled over it. Strangely, his skin started to itch under his
coverings, and his throat grew unpleasantly tight. He went to loosen up his
collar, and bolo necktie, but the tightness still remained. An ache rose in his
chest, and it intensified when he stepped closer to the bed to sit on its edge.
His glowing eyes were glued on the pillow left in the middle of the bed. He
specifically recognized it as his own, the one that was always on his side of
the bed, and the one he always slept on. His pillow, that when observed closer,
had a suggestive splotch of moisture. When he realized what it was, his grip on
the mattress clenched tighter, and his head turned away like he wasn’t supposed
to see it. Though, there were plenty of things he probably shouldn’t have seen
all in one day.
    It wasn’t long before he glanced towards it again, and his brain did not
hold back imagining Chise’s slender legs wrapped around it, her petite waist
grinding back and forth against the fabric of the pillowcase, the heat between
her thighs begging, searching for release…
her hands greeting her breasts to grope them...
her head falling back in o r g a s m i c   b l  i  s  s  -  -
    Ellias jolted out of the fantasy with a rapid shake of his skull before he
lost his composure, finding how utterly powerful these salacious thoughts were,
controlling him briefly. The light of his eyes grew weary, as did his heart,
and he turned to grab the pillow that stole away all his attention. He sat for
a moment, holding it in his hands and gawking at its whiteness marked by Chise,
improper images returning again. Without a forethought, he ducked his head down
to lure the pillow to his bony snout, inhaling deeply. Sweet, musty. Her smell
was so strangely enchanting to him, and the fact that his own scent had been
mixed up with hers made his entire frame jitter. He felt like the combination
was heavenly, like they were meant to be as one.
    The demon’s heart began to speed up again, his grasp on the pillow
straining due to a feeling unbeknownst to him: arousal. His face rose up and
away from his stained object of interest, pointing to the open doorway,
relieved that no one had seen him commit such a perverted feat. Seeing as he
was still by his lonesome, he brought his concentration back to the pillow in
his hands, swiftly craning his neck down and allowing his long jaw to open. His
tongue, dark and slick, creeped out from behind his teeth and touched the
stain, pressing deeply into it to taste its flavor. Before he knew it, he was
lapping feverishly at it, its intoxicating tartness spreading throughout his
taste buds, causing him to huff heavily through his lungs.
    Once the flavor was entirely gone, the ferocity of his licking slowed and a
feeling of self-disbelief washed over him.
 
“...What is wrong with me?”
 
    Ellias placed the now slobbery pillow back onto the bed, soon feeling his
own foreign perception of stigma and bashfulness. He didn’t feel like himself
at all.
    He couldn’t say he knew too much about sex. He only knew afterwards,
offspring would come into the world, and that was mentioned a few times when he
and Chise were together. It was mostly teasing, anyway, but it did come across
his thoughts once in a great while because of it. He never understood the
desire for the act, only the interest for the following gift, a child. What
happened during sex was somewhat of a mystery to him. There would be sensations
and emotions that he could possibly never understand, and he maybe didn’t have
the power to feel them like any human would. Was it painful? Was it quick and
clean or lengthy and sloppy? When the images of walking in on Chise flowed
through his brain, he sort of answered his own question. The split-second look
of bliss on her face told him it was enjoyable, and even if it wasn’t, why
would she be doing it in the first place? And why was she doing the act alone?
He didn’t think people did that, but then again, he still had much to learn
about humans. And the leftover stain on the pillow told him it was messy, and
lots of bodily fluids were involved.
    Because he was so suddenly introduced to the personal topic, he was caught
off guard and had no idea how to respond. He was oblivious as to why he felt
the need to practically consume the tool Chise used for adult reasons, and it
made him feel sick. Sick, not in disgust of himself, or maybe it was, but that
he was losing his own self-control. He did not want to fall for the weaknesses
of humanity, of clumsy emotion and urges, but it seemed that being so close to
a human made it hard to avoid. Indifference of situations was what he was used
to, and proved to be most rewarding and casted away all complications. Being
invaded by so many alien, emotional perplexities just gave him more to concern
himself with. The stirring imbalance of his stoicism was disturbing to him.
    There would be no way to describe the feelings that bottled up inside him,
forcing the air in his chest to become stale and his eyes in a whirlwind in
their sockets, struggling to focus but kept on wandering. Tightness, like his
skin was a size too small, like his clothes were tearing at their seams. An
overwhelming warmth made beads of sweat dribble down the length of his neck,
which he tensely dabbed with the sleeve of his white dress shirt. He felt as if
he was suffocating, so he removed himself from that bedroom and tread down the
hallway, making a beeline towards the front door of the home. He needed fresh
air, and he needed to get his mind off things for just a minute so he could
maybe find a way to fix things.
    A gust of invigorating wind wafted into Ellias’s face once he opened the
door, surrounding himself with the colors of the fall atmosphere he greatly
needed. This time, the air smelled of an earthy dampness, and a light drizzle
showered from the cloudy skies, shielding the early evening sun. All he could
hear was the rainfall patter against the stone path and the soggy leaves. The
unappealing weather did not stop him from walking into the wilted garden and
taking a seat on the dainty patio furniture. He simply sat there, allowing the
rain droplets to collect upon his head and trickle off his jaw and coiled
horns. He felt better.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I kinda feel bad for Chise (even though I made it all happen)
     Sweet dreams, Ellias
***** Enlightenment *****
Chapter Summary
     A stand-off between human and beast, whose hearts are broken and beds
     are cold.
Chapter Notes
     Time for the familiars to step in!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
    The falling rain began to weaken, turning into a thin mist that intensified
the fogginess of the surroundings. Ellias hadn’t noticed the heavy weight of
his clothes due to the water soaking through, nor the rise of smog that brewed
throughout the landscape. He was lost within his mind, resting upright on the
drenched patio settee with the light of his eyes deadened and his gloved hands
intertwined neatly on his lap. Focusing on the gentle sounds of the nature
subdued by faint rainfall, he thought of everything and nothing all at once,
drifting into a raw unease. Although he went out to find peace within himself,
he still had a tinge of lingering turmoil, but there was certainly something
healing about the outside.
    In the depths of his pondering, a crunch of leaves from behind made his
frame stiffen slightly and his head turn an inquisitive ear. There was sniffing
and huffing near the ground, and that immediately proved to Ellias who it was
before he had even opened his eyes. When he did, he saw Ruth smelling a patch
of dead leaves a few feet away, his black tail slowly twirling against the
stillness of the air. There were beads of dew clinging to his fur that broke
off when he moved, showing he had been wandering outside for quite a while.
Ellias watched him for a few moments before the black dog looked up to briefly
lock eyes with the dreary mage.
 
“I thought I might find you here,” Ruth spoke up, taking his interest away from
the sodden verdant. His paws pattered against the ground when he trotted
towards Ellias, climbing onto the seat across from him. He paced around in the
chair before he found comfort on his rear, and he sat himself straight,
readying for casual conversation.
 
“Where have you been all this time?” Ellias asked, failing to mask his
crumbling internal strife.
 
“Attempting to avoid the inevitable,” Ruth responded with a lazy sigh. “I know
what happened.”
 
“...Oh?” Was all he could say. With his vagueness, he wasn’t entirely sure Ruth
was referring to the problem with Chise, and didn’t want to jump to
conclusions. He then remembered the bond they shared of the mind, and he felt a
bit discouraged for them both. No one in the household was lucky enough to
escape this awkward situation… Everyone was involved somehow.
 
“Sometimes it’s a burden to share her thoughts. Especially… earlier. I had to
hear it all.” He shivered. “I hoped walking a long distance away and
distracting myself would help… by god, was I wrong.”
 
“Hmmph.”
 
“It wasn’t her fault that she was acting that way.” Ruth said, his beady canine
eyes boring into his.
 
    That made Ellias stop and think again. He found it strange that he was
apologizing for her actions, almost as if he was the cause of it all. He
strongly believed that humans simply had certain “cravings”, and there was
nothing that could change what the human body wanted. That’s just how life
goes. The thing that was hard to grasp was that his sweet, innocent Chise fell
for those unruly desires. He made himself believe that she was different, and
that she had some sort of control of herself... Maybe he was a fool to think
so. Maybe it was wrong of him to create such a theory, and it wasn’t fair to
Chise. He still felt like something was not right.
    But then again, was a human’s sexual yearning really all that bad to keep
locked away in oneself? He didn’t know what it felt like to be so overcome by
sexual appetite, but it was apparent that Chise had experienced this
uncontrollable buildup of frustration. Frustration of what, exactly, Ellias
might not understand yet. He still didn’t quite get the urges of lust. There
were so many emotions he couldn’t give a name for, some he never knew he could
feel in the first place. With that said, did her frustration have to do with
his… sensual incompetence? Did she act this way because she assumed he wasn’t
capable of fulfilling those needs?
    He was broken from his mulling when Ruth cleared his throat. Ellias peered
up to his houndly face, reading in his eyes that he had been waiting for his
response, and for how long, he didn’t know.
 
“...Of course not. I never thought it was… No one can control human nature.”
Ellias mused. There might have been the smallest trace of discouragement in his
tone.
 
“Especially when she’s been slipped some ginseng.”
 
“...Ginseng?” Ellias repeated under his breath, fiddling with the rims of the
sleeves of his saturated shirt.
 
    He sifted through his mind for what it meant, quickly remembering through
all his days of crafting healing teas and medicines of wellness, that it was a
common herb consumed for energy. It also held some other side-effects that led
to the discontinuation of its use. The specific side-effect from the plant did
work as a “pick-me-up”, but for all the wrong reasons. Ginseng is an
aphrodisiac.
    It hit humans the hardest, since their bodies absorb and react to those
kind of substances so naturally and strongly, but it would have to be in a
large quantity since it held so little. Unless she was open to a potent
extract, or maybe a magically enhanced concoction, it shouldn’t have drove her
over the edge like it did. Amongst all else, he didn’t understand how she
managed to get her hands on it in the first place, since he never had any in
his herbal cabinets, and she never grown any in the garden. It all led to one
question that buzzed through his skull.
 
“...How?”
 
    Ruth huffed under his breath, his gaze dropping down to his feet, acting
like he wanted to avoid explaining. Did he feel guilty? Yes. Did he feel like
he could have prevented all of this? Of course. He was with Chise when it
happened after all, and he believed it was his own fault that he wasn’t by her
side quick enough to save her. Ellias looked on in patience, learning from
Ruth’s hesitance that he really did know. The black dog drew in a bout of air,
and began the story that would answer everything on Ellias’s mind...
 
“Well, it was the late morning, around the time you were getting ready to leave
to make a delivery in the village. It felt like the moment you left the house,
Chise rose from her sleep. I was sitting by the door of the bedroom when she
walked out, and she looked so disoriented with her heavy eyes and mussed hair,
seeming to be searching for you. I greeted her, and told her where you were,
and she said she wanted to freshen up and have some tea to fight off her
grogginess from her three-day slumber. She hoped to wait out in the garden for
your return.
I stood outside the bathroom where she bathed, and groomed. Whilst she was
changing, her thoughts said she purposely wore the skirt you said was your
favorite on her... I felt like you’d want to hear that.”
    Ellias’s heart thumped at Ruth’s words, and he discreetly smiled,
scratching his head in contentful embarrassment. Ruth continued.
“I accompanied her into the kitchen, where she made her favorite tea, and even
offered me a cup too. But I denied, since I wasn’t much of a tea-drinker
anyway. The morning was quiet and calm, and Chise was smiling to herself the
whole time because she was always giddy about seeing you.”
    Ellias almost choked on his breath at how adorable that was. Finding out
that she thought about him this much pleased him more than he could fathom, and
made all his worries melt away. It made the chill of the rain fade from the
growing warmth in his chest.
“We both walked out to the garden, and she took a seat in her chair, looking
out to the empty path and field to watch out for you. I knew that she would
want to be alone with you once you’d arrive, so I went back inside the house,
and lazed around on the couch. A few moments went by, and I peeked out the
window that outlooked the garden to check on Chise. To my surprise, a strange
visitor was standing there, seeming to be talking with her.
    Something was not right about the stranger, but I didn’t know what. Maybe
it was that they were covered from head to toe, or that I couldn’t see their
face. Their overall presence was eerie. They spoke for a short while, and Chise
walked towards the house and entered quickly, leaving the visitor waiting out
in the garden. She told me they asked for a package under the name Kjun Guile,
and she was going to look for it herself since you weren’t there to. The name
sounded as suspicious as the person it belonged to, so I continued to watch the
visitor out the window while Chise searched. I didn’t trust them here.
    I stared and stared at the stranger, thinking that they would do something,
and I heard Chise mutter to herself about nothing being under the name that
they gave. After she did, the one waiting outside looked around and over their
shoulders suspiciously, and brought out their hand from under their robe to
sprinkle something into Chise’s open cup of tea she left on the table, and
immediately shuffled back down the path in which they came from. I was on full
alert by then, ready to yell to Chise that she was in danger, but she was
already out of the door expecting to speak to the customer... who was no longer
there.
    I ran after her, and once I got to the garden, I saw she was sitting down
and bringing her teacup to her lips. I quickly knocked the cup out of her
hands, and she was upset, but I was only trying to protect her, you see. I told
her what I witnessed, and that they put some weird powder into her drink,
possibly poison, and she then started to spit out the remainder of the tea left
in her mouth. I asked her if she swallowed any, and she said no. She asked
where they went, and I told her that they most likely came only to mess with
her, since there really was no one in the files by the name Kjun Guile. It was
a trick.
    Since she said she didn’t drink any of it, I led myself to believe she was
fine, but after a little while, something changed about her. She sat in that
garden, struggling to wait for you, squirming strangely in her chair. I really
didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew something was not right. She
began to sweat bullets, and her breaths were heavy, and I was starting to feel
uncomfortable about her growingly… obscene thoughts that infested my mind. I
knew then, that she wasn’t herself. It wasn’t long before she ran back into the
house, and I had to listen to every single thought of hers… and that’s the
first time I ever regretted becoming her familiar.”
 
    Ruth sighed sluggishly after he told the story, and he grew unnerved that
he couldn’t tell the expression off of Ellias’s blank face. Was he mad? He
wouldn’t blame him, he was mad at himself as well, since he had proven that he
was an inept guardian, and Chise could’ve been given something a lot worse.
Chise could’vedied.
 
“Now what I don’t get is… Why’d it take effect when she didn’t drink it?” Ruth
added.
 
“...It touched her skin.” Ellias drawled, the grim tone of his voice showing he
was shocked by the tale, to say the least. Ruth kept silent in contemplation,
pretty sure that she did have it touch her lips and tongue as she took a sip,
but only for a short moment. Ellias droned, “Sometimes that’s all it takes.”
 
    His hands met his face, covering the entirety of it in bubbling anguish.
All of this happened in his absence? He wasn’t even gone for more than an hour,
and Chise could’ve lost her life right then and there, and he wouldn’t have had
the chance to do a damn thing about it. Again, he was frustrated at all these
clear signs of losing his own control in any given situation. Maybe I have
fallen ill, he thought.
 
“If I were to have saved her a split second earlier, I would have. You know
that, right?” Ruth saddeningly said.
 
    Ellias looked to him, seeing the pure honesty in his dark eyes, and nodded
slowly. He wouldn’t expect anything else from him, and he possibly trusted him
as much as Chise could. Sometimes people make mistakes. This mistake was a hard
hurdle to get over, though, since he had the comfort of leaving Chise for just
a short while, and that comfort is now gone. He has to be more careful, and he
already was, extremely.
    While his eyes remained on Ruth, he noticed his head falling low and a
small whimpering erupting from him throat.
 
“You should talk to her, magus. She is crushed. I can feel everything she is
feeling through our link.”
 
    It felt like his ribcage tightened hard on his insides at the thought. His
dear, dear Chise was torn up from all of this, and he didn’t have a clue on how
to make it right again. Imagining the sight of Chise’s eyes overflowing with
tears and the sound of her heartbroken hiccups made Ellias slump in his chair.
He could say he was as crushed as she was at this point. If only he knew what
to say to her.
    That was the very thing he was stumped on, unfortunately. Could he really
talk to her when all she’d want to do is escape? Even if she let him speak,
what on earth would he say? He knew if he asked her anything, she wouldn’t give
any answer that’d help him form a solution. He would never understand what was
going through her head, but he thought of a way that he could, and the answer
was sitting right before him. Ruth.
 
“...Enlighten me on what is going on in her mind.”
 
 
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    Rushing water spritzed out of the bathroom faucet, swirling down the gaping
drain. Chise sat on the toilet seat cover, her elbow resting on the sink
counter near her, holding her head up while she watched the water run. Her free
hand played with the sink’s knobs, turning it off and on, over and over again
in a melancholy daze. Pwshht, silence. Pssshht, silence. Her green eyes were
wet and sorrowful, and all that drifted through her mind was Ellias.
    She felt he would ultimately be disgusted in her, and that he would never
look at her the same way again. Maybe he’d think that her sense of purity was
gone, and that her acts should be shamed upon. The frightening idea of his
ember eyes flashing with loathing and revolt sent another stream of tears down
her cheeks. Would she ever see those red orbs portray happiness and adoration
towards her again? Would the sweetness of his voice dissolve down into a gritty
rumble of hatred? It was too heart-wrenching to picture. All she knew at this
point was that she was safe, locked away in the bathroom for now, and she
refused to confront anyone about what had happened. She didn’t think she could
handle any more embarrassment today.
    Her jittery fingers raked through her fiery hair, grasping handfuls of it
in attempt to silence her gnawing thoughts. At the realization of her shaking
limbs, she knew there was still that aching urge rushing through her veins, and
she had to fight back the need to touch herself. Heat built up again between
her legs, which she tried to ignore by pressing them together. With the
aphrodisiac still in her system, her body yearned for more gropes and strokes,
but she sat on her hands so they wouldn’t act on their own. She was losing
herself again, though she still had enough willpower to resist, so in a flash,
she stood up and reached out to the bathtub a few steps away, cranking on the
water to fill it up. She took the bar of soap from the dish and scrubbed it
under the flowing water, creating a frothy layer of suds. The steam rose up to
meet her tear-stained face, filling her sniffling nose with the refreshing
scent of honey lavender. A small wave of relief overcame her, and she closed
her eyes peacefully when she went to undo her shirt buttons.
    Once all her clothes gathered in a heap upon the bathroom floor, she dipped
her foot in the water to test, sending goosebumps over her pale skin from the
enticing warmth. When she finally submerged all of her body, she sunk deep
enough so that the surface of the water just touched the top of her lip. Chise
swore the heavy arousal from earlier was long gone. Now she was calm and a tad
bit sleepy, her eyes fluttering shut in pure serenity. She was close to falling
asleep in the tub before a small voice tore her out of it.
 
“Hey there, sweetie!” Chise jerked into consciousness to see a little harpy
faery floating close to her face.
 
“Ariel?” Her quick exhale formed bubbles within the water, and she sat upright,
“...Must you always appear when I bathe?”
 
“What, ya don’t like our bath-time talks?” The familiar sounded hurt, but
masked it with a mischievous grin.
 
“It’s just not a good time…” Chise muttered, taking her eyes away.
 
“Oooh, yer still bummed about bonehead gettin’ an eye-full of ya grindout,
huh?” Ariel snickered.
 
“God…” Chise groaned, a dark blush returning to her cheeks. She slouched under
the water again, trying to hide it. “...Even you know…”
 
“Of course, of course. What don’t I know?” She winked playfully. “Though, I
still wonder why yer so scared about yer own husband catchin’ you a lil naked.
He stripped you down himself one time!”
 
“This is different.” Chise answered, her voice blunt and her eyes squinting at
the small creature.
 
“I don’t see how it is,” Ariel chided, swooping down close to the bathwater to
let the talons of her claws pop some bubbles. “Y’know, you two are going to
make babies one day, anyway! And that involves plenty of nudity!”
 
    A long sigh drifted from Chise’s lips, telling the familiar that her
attempts of making her feel better were failing. Babies, babies, babies. It was
brought up far too much for her liking. He never shown any disgust towards the
topic of babies, though, She thought. ...Does that mean he thinks about it too?
...Could that kind of thing ever be possible with a beast like Ellias? And if
it was, how would sex even... start? Would he initiate, or would she? Ariel
watched the human’s face turn fifty shades of red while the questions raged on,
and this brought a devilish smirk to her features. Her hair floated
weightlessly around her as she approached Chise’s face, forcing her to stare
into the black abyss of her eyes, giggling.
 
“Or you can do it for fun,” Ariel teased. “Makin’ sweet love should be quite
interesting between you, considering his sheer size. I bet you’ll wanna go at
it dozens of times.”
 
“...Kill me.” Chise blubbered, her cheeks burning painfully. “You’re so
embarrassing.”
 
“Oh, stop it! It’ll certainly bring you closer together! And I’m sure you
thought about it a bunch, don’t you try lyin’ to me.”
 
    The red-head engulfed her entire head into the water, frustrated with
Ariel’s constant prodding at this already humiliating situation. To the
familiar, this was ‘helping’, but in reality she made Chise want to hide more
and more under a rock. Ariel flapped her feathery wings at Chise’s
stubbornness, and tried to think of another way to give support. The sudsy foam
that sheathed her body started to break away, and it allowed Ariel’s eyes to
wander. When Chise came up for air, she spoke up again.
 
“Y’know, thorns would simply die if he had the chance to touch that cute little
body of yours, right? ...Well, not that he doesn’t already,” Ariel crooned. “He
wouldn’t wimp away. You gotta do a little somethin’ to spark that fire! Give
him an opening, and he’ll take it from there, maybe!”
 
“Ugh.” Chise pinched the bridge of her nose, struggling to hold back her
annoyance. “You’re really not helping, here.”
 
“Hehehe, fine, be that way! You’ll know when the time comes, I guess! You’ll
remember!” The faery chanted, “Farewell, cupcake!” And in a blink, she
disappeared.
 
    What a disaster, was the first thing that came to mind once she was alone
again. But all that was said made her think long and hard. Her finger trailed
around on the skin her knees that protruded from the water in silence. The
sadness came crawling back, accompanied by the imaginary creations of the worst
possible scenarios; Ellias, hating, berating, and throwing her away. But that
didn’t sound like a thing he would do, would it? The mysterious man was kind,
and trusting, and hospitable to boot. And if he really did want to get rid of
her, he would have done it a long time ago.
    But the insecure thoughts still lingered, and held her back from realizing
the truth of it all.
 
 
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“--he would ultimately be disgusted in me -- he would never look at me the same
way again -- he’d think that my sense of purity was gone -- my acts should be
shamed upon.” Ruth listed dryly as Chise’s thoughts flowed in, and he continued
to share the jist of it. “He will get rid of me -- I am no longer worthy to him
--”
 
    Ellias sat still as the endless stream of Chise’s uncertainties piled onto
him, sending the organ in his chest to the depths of his stomach. All of the
statements were so incredibly incorrect to him, and his answer for them all was
no, no, no! It troubled Ellias down to his core, and burdensome grief wracked
through his bones. While soaking in all the information, he shot up from his
chair and walked towards the house with determination.
    The black hound stopped speaking in surprise the moment Ellias ambled away,
and hopped off his chair to run after him.
 
“What are you going to do?” Ruth asked from the ground, scampering to keep up
with the mage’s quick pace.
 
“Speak to her. Sort things out.” Responded Ellias, who was already a few feet
from the front door.
 
“She won’t talk at a timelike this, you must give her time.”
 
“Hmm.” He hummed in response, acting like he was considering backing off, but
he wasn’t. He really wanted to speak with her now, to soothe her crippling
sorrow and doubts as soon as possible. There was no harm in trying.
 
    He continues to trudge through the house, and by now, the fire of the
hearth died and the silence increased tenfold, but was tarnished by his
bustling footfalls. Searching for the room where Chise hid herself in, he
leaned towards every door in the hallway, looking for a presumably locked one
with light seeping from the cracks. Meanwhile, Chise was slowly beginning to
doze off in the steamy tub, but was brought out of it by some distant thumping
on the floorboard.
 
“Ellias --” Ruth’s plea was ignored, and upon their arrival to the locked door
of the bathroom, they stopped. They had a strong feeling that she was in there.
 
    Previously, Ellias had everything set on his tongue, and knew exactly what
to say... but the moment he paused before that door, it all went blank. He
stared at the age-lines of the wood, in a speechless daze, finding his body
frozen in place again. At the sight of this, Ruth backed away from the towering
fellow, allowing him some space and slipped out of sight. Ellias’s hands by his
sides lifted up to tenderly caress the barrier that held him away from Chise,
making his shoulders slump in total loss for words.
    He had to say something, so he gently knocked on the wood with his knuckle,
shifting his head against it to listen. A sudden splashing sound was heard.
 
“Chise?” He calls out, his voice somewhat muffled from his closeness to the
door. “...Chise, I apologize… Will you come on out?”
 
    In the bathroom, she was stunned, her once slacked body was stiff and she
gripped the rim of the tub in alarm. She kept silent, gaping at where she heard
his calm voice. Minutes dragged by, and Ellias still received no answer. He
closed his eyes, and envisioned how he could easily cling to her shadow on the
inside of that room, melting down into a silhouette of spined vines to appear
right before her. Only then would he grant her no possible way of hiding, but
of course, he immediately cast away that idea because it would be the wrong
thing to do. He still respected her privacy, even if it caused him more pain.
The emotional turmoil she must have been experiencing was far enough. It would
be a cruel, invasive thing to do to the human.
    With no signs of her coming out, he sighed in defeat and rested his skull
against the door. He waited for what felt like days until he pulled himself
away and made it down the corridor, targeting his bedroom. In his mind, he knew
he had loads of work to do, but the lack of energy in his body made him too
sluggish to care. The sun was barely on its way down to meet the horizon and he
was already aching for sleep. Was he truly tired, or was it the childish
conclusion that it was not worth being awake when Chise wasn’t with him? She
was being as stubborn as ever, and it didn’t seem like things would be solved
in these final hours of the day, so why not shoot for tomorrow?
    As he slipped into bed, the absence of warmth saddened him. He laid upon
his stomach, not bothering to change into his satin pajamas, or even remove his
shoes. Earlier, he looked forward to holding Chise close to his chest and feel
her small hands ghost the underbelly of his jaw. Falling into a blissful
slumber was nearly impossible when her soft breath wasn’t on his skin and the
scent of her hair was gone. Now, there was nothing but a hollow numbness.
Things could’ve been different.
    In their separate rooms, he and Chise stared up to the ceiling, their minds
at work. While Chise remained in the bath, the water was getting cold and her
fingers started to prune, but she didn’t care in the least. Ellias stretched
out on the middle of the mattress, taking a pillow under his arm. He was
unsatisfied that its weight and temperature couldn’t mimic Chise’s embrace, but
it was enough to get him through the night.
 
    This loneliness was unbearable, but sleep came swiftly.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Let's just say this is a really slow burn. When will they hankypank?
     Join us on chapter 3,000,000,000
***** Breakfast *****
Chapter Summary
     When dreams and reality collide...
Chapter Notes
     Man I’ve spent almost this entire month procrastinating on this
     chapter… Sooo sorry for the wait!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
    In the midst of the evening hours, Ellias slept soundly throughout, his
soft inhales the only noise in the silence of the night. The chamber of his
throat grumbled with a snore as he breathed, and unconsciously he ground his
molars. There was a smidge of a whine erupting from his mouth, which sounded
similar to a dejected puppy, but he was unaware of it in the center of blissful
sleep.
    A heavy creak from the floorboard broke the resting mage out of his
slumber, muting his rasp of a snooze and making him blink off his fatigue.
Several more groans of wood resonated, seeming to come closer. By then, Ellias
was fully awake, but he found he couldn’t move from his spot on his stomach. It
felt like gravity was intensively heavier, or like his body remained comatose
while his brain was fully functional. With the underside of his jaw resting on
the pillow, he couldn’t see who it was without straining his eyes, and his
attempts to lift his head failed. His muscles ignored him at this point. The
beams of his eyes searched through the blank blackness of the room, and the
person who stood by the bedside was just out of his peripherals. The nerves of
his arms seemed solid and unresponsive, and he felt trapped in his mind. In
this paralyzed state, he fought to speak, but his teeth remained locked
together. He was still calm.
    He could smell in the air that Chise was in the room, which peaked his
interest and gave a small reign of his bodily control to twist his neck just
enough to see the outline of her silhouette. Just as he did, he felt something
start to trail down along the length of his back. Her small finger ran against
the contour of his shoulder blade to the dip of his spine, circling back up
again to meet the base of skull. The touch was tauntingly slow, to a point
where it roused goosebumps and a wave of chill flowed within his frame. Her
lone finger was then accompanied with the rest, so her entire hand brushed
gently over his still body. The lights of his pupils softened in content, and
he melted at her caress, much too entranced to question why she came to him in
the dead of night. Chise wasn’t one to openly touch him with fondness and
affection, since she was awkwardly inexperienced in that behavior, so this was
refreshing to him. He was the one to reach out to her first, almost always, and
now the tables have turned. The tenderness of her strokes on his clothed skin
left him undeniably smitten.
    Her fingers traced the straps of his suspenders and reached the rear clips
that attached to the waistband of his slacks. Ellias’s eyes flickered in
surprise when she released their grips and they snapped away. As she continued
to pet him, he began to sense the intention of her ghost-like touches that
burned across his covered flesh. It replaced the previous chill with a prickly
heat that made him swallow hard. The atmosphere changed so suddenly... from
innocent to provocative in a matter of seconds.
    The bed creaked when Chise put her weight on it, and she completely escaped
Ellias’s line of sight in the dark. He felt her straddle the small of his back
with her knees on both sides of his torso. Her palms pressed into his tense
muscles and her thumbs drew shapes on his shirt, causing him to stifle a
guttural groan that dissolved into a low purr. It felt like she was giving him
his own personal massage, one that was deep but gentle, making it hard to keep
his eyes open and stay awake. Before he could doze off, Chise pulled his tucked
shirt out from his pants and up to the nape of his neck, the air upon his bare
skin creating a shudder to ripple down his spine. Her hands swiped over his
textured hide, kneading and grazing her nails up and down playfully, soon
frustrating him because he wanted to touch her back... but he still couldn’t
manage to move in the slightest. Though, he gave up quickly, since he secretly
enjoyed the pleasure of getting pampered for once.
    She then laid her stomach flat against his bare back, and this made him
realize that she was topless. The buds of her breasts prodded against him as
her warm breath wafted on his neck, her hair tickling his skin, sending
Ellias’s heart into a frantic rhythm in his chest. His bright eyes were wide in
shock while her soft lips placed kisses on his shoulders, parting just enough
so the moisture of her tongue mingled with his sweat. Her hums vibrated into
his bones, and her little moans were greeted by his own. The space between them
grew sticky and warm as Chise rubbed her chest against him, and he could feel
her lungs fill up and empty with their closeness. Her petite legs tightened on
his sides, reminding him of her position on him, and he almost began to drool
at the images he had the luxury to imagine; it was likehe was the pillow now.
    There was a buildup of excitement inside the beast, which made him want to
flip over, smother Chise and carry on the playful game she began, but his body
persisted to lock up. All he could do was lay there as she ground her yearnful
flesh against his. He fought harder, though her delicate gasps took away his
strength and made the pit of his abdomen tighten. His arms twitched slightly,
finally gaining the ability to move again, gripping the sheets in fistfulls. He
opened his mouth to suck in a bout of air, strings of saliva clinging to his
sloppy tongue and teeth. The reds of his irises glowed through the dark,
brightening in arousal at every sound falling from Chise’s lips. An animalistic
urge was bubbling within, and when he jolted up to roll her over and under him…
the beaming sun met his face.
    It was morning.
    Ellias looked around in confusion, finding Chise was nowhere to be seen. He
grasped at his shirt, feeling that odd thumping against his ribs that rose and
fell from his shaky wheezing. It hurt to be thrown back into the lonely real
world after a passionate encounter like that… His clothes were damp with cold
sweat, and once he sat up in bed, he felt a more peculiar dampness in his
trousers along with a firm tautness straining from his loins. He attempted to
ignore it, scratching at his throat, giving out a long yawn… wondering whether
or not it was all a dream.
 
 
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    A crack of an egg shell, the hiss of the stove burners and the sizzle of a
frying pan bounced off the kitchen walls. Chise flipped an over-easy with one
spatula while poking strips of crackling bacon with another, and the Silkie
pulled out a tray of warm crumpets from the oven. They were making a giant
breakfast this morning, one that filled up the entire table in the lounge. The
layered food stand had toast and muffins stacked on, and two plates had an
array of eggs, sausages and bacon. Chise thanked Silkie once she left to carry
on cleaning in the house, and the girl was left at the table. One plate was for
her, and the other was for Ellias, and much to her relief, he was still
sleeping in the bedroom. But he’s bound to wake up and join her eventually...
    She didn’t think she could look him in the eyes. They haven’t seen each
other since yesterday, since the incident, and she had avoided him ever since.
As uncomfortable as it was, she slept in the tub, and he slept in the bedroom.
She still wanted to remain secluded in the bathroom, but at this point she was
just being ridiculous. Childish, maybe. Ellias probably thought so too.
Although she hoped to clear everything up with him like a civilized adult, she
prayed that he would miraculously forget what happened after his long night’s
sleep and all would return back to normal. Unfortunately, life can’t give her a
break like that. It’d be much too easy.
    The yolk of her eggs jostled when she gripped at her fork, stabbing at a
sausage and taking a bite. Her eyes wavered onto Ellias’s empty chair, feeling
grief strike into her core. She imagined him sitting there, speaking softly to
her like every morning they’ve shared. This was the place where they had their
small talks, by the wide window where the morning sun shone through onto the
patterned carpet and the hanging potted plants that surrounded them. They’d be
engulfed in the delicious aroma of their meal as they’d sip from their teacups,
drowning out the butterflies in their stomachs. Those mornings were awkward as
well, but in the good way. It hurt to think there wouldn’t be any more mornings
like that in the future. Tears threatened to shed but were quickly wiped away
when she heard footsteps in the hallway approaching the door. She had a brevity
to flatten out the wrinkles in her shirt and fix her hair before the door
opened.
    She didn’t dare look up from her plate in fear of it being Ellias, though
she knew in her gut it was him. She could sense him stopping in the doorway,
the weight of his eyes on her was maddeningly nerve-racking. The steady beat of
her heart began to race, flushing blood into her cheeks. There was that
screaming silence again.
 
“Good morning.” His voice was firm as he made his way to his seat opposite of
Chise.
 
“...G-good morning.” She stuttered, eyes still not meeting his.
 
    The cushion squeaked as he sat, and no more words were spoken for a solid
minute. Chise chewed on her lip at how quiet he was, not even moving to touch
his plate of food. She assumed he was glaring at her from across the table and
preparing to belittle her like the shameful human being she was… But that was
just her insecure mind talking. His finger began to tap on the tabletop,
showing he felt the discomfort as well. The fork in her hand dug into the white
of her egg awkwardly, sending a small scratch noise off the dainty china. She
was expecting him to speak but the silence dragged on forever. It made her want
to squirm. Curiously, she peeked up at him to see he was still staring. His
eyes shown no hint of anger or scorn like she expected, but a sort of
gloominess that quickly cast her gaze away again in embarrassment. Then he gave
a sad sigh. What wonderful progress so far!
    Ellias knew by now that earlier that morning was most definitely a dream.
Nothing had changed, and the way she was acting now, she wouldn’t have come
onto him so confidently like that. Although, he was glad to at least see her
sitting across the table. As he observed her face, it grew redder and redder as
the time ticked by, urging him to break the silence.
 
“Chise...” He began.
 
“Ireally don’t want to talk about it... Can’t you just drop it?” She sputtered,
giving a nervous laugh. When she went to look into his eyes again, she saw the
somberness was replaced with irritation.
 
“How, pray tell, do you expect things to get better if you keep avoiding this?”
His voice brimmed with a growing impatience, and the slight rise of tone made
her sink in her chair.
 
    The fire from her cheeks burned brighter at his words, but she understood
how right he was. Though, with that said, she ultimately wanted to do the
opposite, hopeful to beat around this humiliating course of conversation. Her
face was in pain from all the blushing and her tears could only be held back
for so long. There was a stretch of silence where she finally locked eyes with
him, feeling the flurry of angst and determination in his stare. He was just so
blunt about everything, and he’d surely force the uncomfortable thoughts out of
her by his skillful rhetoric. He always found ways to make her talk. Not this
time… It’s too personal.
    Ellias noticed her attention flash to the door, and she scooted out of her
chair and onto her feet.
 
“Well, I got some studying to do…” Chise announced dismissively as she shuffled
past Ellias to the exit. That’s when she felt something clasp around her wrist
to stop her in her tracks. His grip was firm.
 
“Don’t --” He protested, shocking her with his sudden loudness. He hastily
hushed himself to refrain from scaring her any further, nearly whispering,
“...Don’t run away, now. I can’t take much more of your absence.”
 
    Her watery eyes were trained on the floor as his confession sent the tears
overflowing. She built up the courage to look back to him, and the expression
cast off from his glowing pupils broke her heart. Filled with sadness,
hopelessness, loneliness; she never imagined she’d see so much distress in him.
At the sight of his face she failed to hold back a sob, and she brought her
free hand up to hide away her shame.
 
“Come here,” He mumbled, tugging on her sleeve, bringing her closer.
 
    Nodding, she went to sit on the arm of his chair, but he instead pulled her
onto his lap to comfort her. He rested his bony chin on the top of her head and
clasped his hands gently around hers, which made Chise’s sniveling quiet down.
She realized how his touch didn’t change and he still yearned to be close to
her, simply like before. This relieved her mind, and she melted into his
embrace. Her lips quirked into a small smile as their fingers intertwined and a
purr rattled in his throat. She secretly adored how he made that sound, and
most of the time he wasn’t aware of it. Even if he was, he wouldn’t care. He
missed this. He missed her.
 
“I’m so sorry, Ellias...” Chise sniffed. “I didn’t mean to be so difficult…
It’s okay if you don’t want me anymore.” She felt him stiffen. He couldn’t
believe she’d say such a thing.
 
“I am not disappointed in you, or disgusted… Neither am I convinced that you’re
impure because of it. I don’t think of you differently, Chise.” He gingerly
responded, his arms wrapping around her small body in a backwards hug. “You are
my apprentice, my betrothed, my…” everything, he thought, but it did not leave
his mouth.
 
    Her smile grew a little bigger. She didn’t smile all too much in her grim
lifetime, but she sure found herself doing it a lot when around Ellias. He
always knew the right things to say. Hearing him say that proved everything
would be alright. Happiness, relief and the feeling of belonging gushed through
her, so strongly that she turned around in his lap and slung her arms around
his neck, cuddling tightly into him. Ellias froze in surprise, but returned the
hug just as tightly, experiencing the relief too. They stayed like that for a
while, but as she pressed into his chest, it reminded him of the vision he had
that morning.
 
“Chise, may I ask you about something? I have this feeling…” Ellias murmured,
and Chise looked to his peering eye. He couldn’t explain it, so he jumped to
what caused the feeling. “I had a dream about you.”
 
Her brows shot up in interest. “What happened in it?” She mused.
 
“... I was laying in bed, and you came to me. You touched me like this,” He
placed his hands on her back and lightly squeezed his fingers into her shirt,
tracing the shapes he remembered he felt. The rubbing tingled, and a shiver
crept under her skin. “It didn’t give me coldness, but a warmness that made it
hard to breathe. It hurt, but at the same time it felt… good. What does it
mean?”
 
    Chise internally grinned at how childish he sounded, it was so quaint to
her that he didn’t already know. However, what she didn’t know was the sticky
mess he had to clean earlier, and there was no way in hell he would bring that
up. He was playing coy, and Chise believed in his obliviousness. She figured
that for all the years that he’s lived, (which was unknown to her), he had
never experienced that feeling before... And now he’s feeling it because of
her. Thinking about it made the blush return, and in her mind she wanted to
urge him on. She remembered the conversation she had with Ariel, and her little
voice echoed in her head, “Give him an opening, and he’ll take it from there,
maybe!”. As his fingers trailed along her back, it ignited a spark between
them.
 
“It means…” She breathed, cupping the sides of his skeletal face in her hands,
leaning in, “You want to make that dream a reality.”
 
    His jewel-red irises shrunk in their sockets, the false innocence of her
voice striking straight through him. Swallowing thickly, he felt the sensation
comeback, like burning alive with heat and need. It was so abrupt and powerful,
throwing them both off guard. Underneath her rear, there was something growing
firm in his lap. It wasn’t long before Chise realized what she done.
 
“You have no idea --”
 
    She uttered a gasp when she found herself lifted up onto the dinner table,
knocking the plates of cold food onto the floor. Ellias loomed on top of her,
venting warm air down her collar as his hands wandered. His movements were
shaky and quick, feral to the point where he no longer held himself back.
Chise’s sheer surprise blended into excitement when the sensation of his slimy
tongue roamed on her neck, and she wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist.
Their hearts beat rapidly in arousal, her soft moans forcing his pelvis to
grind between her thighs in need. She desperately yearned to passionately kiss
him, but there were no lips to do so. All she could do was peck his snout and
inhale each other's ragged gasps, begging for a closer union.
    He had never been intimate ever in his lifetime, but all was happening so
instinctively and suddenly he had little time to think. It felt like he had his
strings pulled by an irresistible force of animalistic desire. Drowning in
lust, the tickle of her kisses made him bump into her again, throwing her head
back with a whine. This opened up more of her neck to him which was quickly
attacked with licks and scrapes of his blunt fangs. Gloved fingers snaked up
the length of her thighs and to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them
figitedly. He wanted to see her skin, taste it, all of it, which pleaded to be
touched until the world washed away in white. The growing mound in his trousers
bucked against her heat, leaving her trembling, guiding his hands to her mouth
so she could daringly nip off his gloves with her teeth all the while keeping
smoldering eye contact. Finally, her confidence was kicking in.
 
“T-touch me,” Chise quavered, having Ellias respond by opening up her shirt,
gaping at her little white bra.
 
    A noise of awe came from him before he groped her chest over the covering,
dipping his head down to slip his tongue in the valley between her breasts.
Chise arched when he snagged his incisor on the bridge of her bra, cleanly
tearing it in half, baring her completely to him. Her exposed flesh broke out
in goosebumps from the chill of the air, her pink nipples tautening in
anticipation. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his tongue drag over to
one, swirling around it, his hand palming the other. Her arms rose up above her
head, breath hitching at the overwhelmingly pleasurable waves that ripped
through her. The trails of saliva he left painted the swells of her breasts in
a sheek shine, she found he slobbered everywhere when extremely aroused.
Sheloved it.
    Hands sneaked their way down her belly, stopping at her knees, and she
uncoiled her legs from his waist so he could push them apart ever so slightly.
He could already smell her enticing scent from the core between her thighs, and
it sent his blood buzzing. Chise whimpered when his fingers went to hike up her
skirt, caressing the flesh of her hips from underneath, ghosting over the
waistline of her panties. The way she sounded right now fogged up his mind, his
loins twitching and stirring behind its zipper. He wasn’t ready to tend to that
just yet.
    Chise witnessed him slide down between her legs and sit back in his chair
again. He took a moment to absorb the sight of her; face flushed red, eyes
glazed with lust, beads of sweat dripping off her dewy skin, chest bare and
legs spread. Simply beautiful… He fell in love all over again. A movement from
Chise brought him back to earth, her own hands grasping at her breasts, waiting
for his next maneuver. He hooked under her knees and hovered closer until his
nose was inches away from her hidden sex. That familiar sweet, musty smell
invaded his senses, it made his arousal all the more stronger. She shivered
when the heat of his breath hit her underwear, and squeaked when she felt
something warm slither over it. His tongue pressed flat against her folds over
her dampness, tasting the tangy tartness through the cloth. A sharp groan fell
from her mouth and her head fell back again, teaching Ellias how sensitive that
part of her body was. He glanced up to her as he licked deeper, watching her
writhe in ecstasy.
    When he stopped, she saw him curl his fingers underneath the waistband of
her underwear, slowly tugging it downwards. She raised her hips so he could
slip it off in ease, and just when he had them bundled in his hands, he
shamelessly pressed it to his nose and took a long whiff of it right in front
of her. Just when she thought she had no reason to be embarrassed, he goes and
doesthat.
    He tossed it over his shoulder and his predatory eyes dropped onto her, and
she took a moment before opening up to him. It was captivating for him to soak
up every detail of her… Her small, cute pinkness drenched with shining juices,
giving off the scent that became his favorite. His tongue was anxious to taste.
Before he did, he hesitated, almost as if he was unsure of his welcome, but she
gave him an encouraging nod to continue.
   Chise tossed her head when he darted into her folds, circling her bundle of
nerves in a fit of ravishment. He hungrily devoured her, his viscous muscle
torturing her to a rhythm where her hips rocked towards his mouth. The grip he
had on her thighs tightened, the tips of his talons delving into her flesh made
her nearly scream with the blend of pain and pleasure. Her heavenly sounds
coursed through his being and urged him to force more out of her by attacking
her clit mercilessly. She latched onto his horns, using them for support when
the pleasure was driving her to her breaking point. He dragged up from her
entrance and back to her most sensitive spot, flicking to graciously earn
another garbled reaction. She was a spasming mess when his tongue plunged into
her, stretching the emptiness that screamed to be filled. There was a scorching
fire that began to pool in the pit of her stomach, rising higher and higher,
making her toes curl and her limbs shake. Knowing she was close, a deep chuckle
vibrated in his belly, muffled and sly, tingling through his teeth and into
her. Blinded by the oncoming wave, her own yelps were muffled by her hands,
attempting to quiet herself. She quickly came undone when he stroked on her
sweet spot from the inside, but his feverish lapping never ceased, savoring the
milk that coated his tongue. Although she came, she wanted more.
 
“I... need... you.” Chise choked out, running limp from the stunning rush of
endorphins.
 
    The moment he stood to release himself from his slacks, there was a faint
chime sound from the wall. It was the doorbell, ringing to alert him of a
visitor at his front door, but Ellias ignored it entirely. He didn’t want to
stop, he couldn’t stop, he was far too deep in heated bliss to hear anything
other than his raging heartbeat in his eardrums. But Chise heard it well
enough, her lust sinking away and awareness forming, realizing where they were.
The lounge wasn’t a private place at all, and someone could walk right in and
fall upon this erotic display of her naked body laid upon the table, his hands
toying with her. She sat up and placed a hand on his chest to stop him, and
almost immediately he snapped out of it. She closed up her shirt when a second
chime resonated, rushing to cover herself up and Ellias had grumbled at how
terribly timed it had been. He knew he had to take care of it, so he had to
forcefully shake off the jitters and storm to the door, looking back at Chise
before he closed it behind him.
 
 
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    Once Ellias tied on his crimson cloth to hide his face and threw on his
dark robe he hoped would hide the evident excitement of his southern extremity,
he opened the front door, and was greeted by Simon. He unshielded his
complexion the second he found it to be a false alarm of a stranger.
 
“Good morning Ellias, just came to pick up my medicine! Maybe we could talk a
bit?” Simon smiled, watching him fumble around.
 
“Oh, well, I’m kind of… busy, with…” He strained, “...errands.”
 
“If that’s the case, I’ll grab it and go. I can only imagine how much work you
have to do.” The priest said, utterly oblivious to the storm sweltering inside
the beast.
 
    Ellias turned to retrieve it for him, and Simon followed behind, shuddering
from the cozy warmth of the room after being in the crisp cold of the outdoors.
Simon separated from Ellias’s trail once he disappeared into the alchemy room,
making his way farther down the hall.
 
“While I’m here, may I borrow some ink too, perhaps? I ran out yesterday.”
Simon asked.
 
    A jolt struck through Ellias, and he quickly grabbed Simon’s medication
before calling out, “Let me get that for you as well!” Ellias knew his writing
desk was in the lounge, and he knew Chise was waiting for his own return in
there. He didn’t want Simon to walk in on her, so he hurried to the hallway,
hopelessly realizing Simon had already entered the lounge.
 
“Found it,” Simon bellowed from the room, which Ellias burst into to find Chise
gone, but Simon was twiddling an ink bottle in his hands like nothing was out
of the ordinary. “I’ll pay you back for it, I just have a last minute letter to
write.”
 
“Right… right…” Ellias drawled, still puzzled on how Chise snuck out of the
room just in the nick of time. Still, Simon noticed the breakfast plates and
food scattered about on the carpet.
 
“By the way, did this room get hit by a tornado or something?” Simon wondered,
pacing towards the mess to generously pick up broken shards of china.
 
“Don’t worry about that, The Silkie will take care of it.” Ellias began to
sweat when Simon picked up a familiar piece of clothing, to his misfortune,
Chise’s discarded underwear.
 
“...Oh dear,” Simon placed it back slowly like it never happened. Ellias
deadpanned.
 
“...Must have dropped that on accident… while bringing the laundry… to the
wash… ” He tried.
 
    The priest stood from the floor, turning to Ellias, shooting him an
uncomfortable, but knowing expression. He patted on the taller man’s shoulder,
pretending to believe that obvious untruth. Simon’s smile returned, almost
forcefully.

“I must be on my way.” Simon took his medicine from Ellias’s hand, brushing
past him and led himself towards the way out, stopping to mockingly add,
“Thanks, and good luck with thoseerrands.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Yuck, I feel like I rushed the intimate scene... Was it paced good
     enough? Couldn't help but cut it right in the middle of the action...
     I am having too much fun torturing everybody. There's too much power
     in my hands.
     Tbh I have never written a lemon before ...and it also turns out that
     I'm the first person to post a AMB smutfic on here? Should I be proud
     of that? Probably not...
     ANNYYWAYYY, Stay tuned for the f i n a l e !
***** Musk *****
Chapter Summary
     Baths are better when you have someone to share it with...
Chapter Notes
     jfc I am dead. This chapter sucked the life out of me. Holy hell. I
     didn't think I would make it, it felt like eternity. Happy Halloween,
     you dirty monster fuckers, so sorry I took so goddamn long! :/
     (I crudely doodled a part for this chapter because... why not...?)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
“...Chise?” Ellias called out to the empty room as soon as the door closed
behind Simon.
 
   He scanned the lounge. The far wall was lined with bookcases, a collection
of colorful spines packed tightly upright along the shelves. The sunlight
pouring out from the wide window speckled the carpet, changing shape as the
treetops swayed in the breeze outside. Other than the soft muffled winds, it
was unnervingly quiet. There weren’t too many places to hide in this room, but
he wondered if Chise was hidden behind the spread curtains, bunched up on
either side of the window. He gave a sigh when he found she wasn’t. He didn’t
take the chance to stare out and admire the nature like he normally would. He
went right back to searching.
   The hallway was just as silent as the lounge, maybe more, to the point where
the wood groaning under his weight sounded like a scream. His senses were
heightened, the subdued arousal in his veins beginning to re-kindle like a
flame at the thought of Chise waiting for him in the bedroom. Trailing his
fingers along the bare walls, he targeted the one door brimmed with light. He
had a feeling Chise was in there, but it was not their bedroom, but the
restroom. The door was slightly ajar, allowing him entrance as sounds of
trickling water echoed from behind it. Was she taking a bath? Now, of all
times? He lingered by the door and it seemed Chise could feel his presence.
 
“You can come in,” She said, flushing warm water onto her arms.
 
   Ellias was elated that she was no longer locking herself away from him, like
last time, and creeped into the bathroom. All he could see of Chise was her
bare back faced in his direction, leaning against the inner brim of the tub,
her porcelain skin appearing sweetly soft and creamy, calling out to him. Her
bright hair was damp from the steam, collecting droplets at the tips. She
looked over her shoulder and gave him a timid smile, showing that she was still
very much shy about how quick their level of intimacy had risen. It was
unbelievable how things escalated in the matter of seconds in the lounge, but
they both knew it wasn’t going to be the end of it...
   She couldn’t keep eye contact with him for too long, bashfully looking away
when he strode over to the edge of the bath, but his own stare never faltered.
Even when he reached over to pull the stool under his rear his eyes were glued
on her in complete infatuation. Her naked body was obscured by a flurry of
frothy bubbles, somewhat disappointing the mage because he enjoyed every inch
of her being open to him. Nonetheless, he never imagined a small creature to be
so purely dazzling, luminescent, ravishing. In his mind, not even aphrodite
compared. Lust was curdling into a calm stupor, something much more meaningful.
Something he couldn't describe... The beams of his sockets mirrored the
fondness in his heart for her, and she could read it so easily it stole her
breath away. Ellias found his hand stroking the frame of her face, soothingly
tender like she was as fragile as a butterfly wing. His touch sent her cheeks
burning again.
 
“Sorry I didn’t wait for you… I was covered in food…” She casted a sideways
grin with a small giggle. Then mumbled, “...and your… spit.” He surprisingly
broke his record-long gawk at that last part.
 
“It was smart of you to leave, you would have been seen by Simon.”
 
“So that’s who it was?” Ellias nodded, rubbing his palms on his thighs.
 
“...I believe he may have realized what happened, given the evidence we left
behind…” He trailed off, and Chise covered her eyes in shame. Ellias only
chuckles, finding amusement in her endless humility at such a natural subject.
It wouldn’t matter to him if the entire world knew, she was lovingly his, after
all.
 
   She peeked from behind her fingers when she heard his movements, shucking
off his sorcerer’s robe and resting it on the tiled floor. The sight of his
form-fitted vest and high-waist trousers always drove her giddy, and it was
only a preview of the handsomely built body he was blessed with. He sat erect
on the stool, hands kneading at his kneecaps, aware of Chise’s ogling.
Throughout their days together, she always seemed to do that, stare, but this
time it felt different. Like she was stripping him down with her eyes, or
innocently pondering on how monstrous his flesh truly was under all those
clothes... but maybe she did that earlier as well. He never knew what was
rattling around in this quiet girl’s head.
 
“Are you getting out any time soon?” His voice was slowly paced in its
delivery, almost oozing his suggestive intentions although sounding so formal.
 
“Nope.” She traced the edge of the bath with her fingertip, a simper tugging at
the corners of her mouth, knowing that was probably not the answer he wanted.
Her smile dropped as quick as it appeared when she saw him begin to unbutton
his vest.
 
“...May I join you, then?” Ellias was already shrugging it off, leaving her to
trip on her words from the surprise. Speechlessly, she watched how he
nonchalantly let his vest make contact with the ground.
 
   Since she never gave any complaints, he took it upon himself to continue,
sliding the straps of his black suspenders off his shoulders. They fell limp by
his hips, hanging down by the clips at his sides. Chise’s hands found
themselves at her mouth, anticipatingly biting at her nails while he loosened
his collar. Finally, she will witness the grand reveal of his body, a sight
that will be forever embedded in her memory. The anomaly of his anatomy she
could only dream about.
   Buttons became undone from his throat to his stomach, excruciatingly slow,
ensuring a trance on Chise. His deep plum-colored skin peeked out from his open
blouse, just where a few scattered scales caught the light. As her eyes fixated
on the unmistakable strip tease he played, his own had a glimmer of longing
burning fiercely at her. With the shirt discarded, he shivered at the cold air
meeting his newly bare torso, but he still forced his posture upright to
purposely appear more impressive. When he casually looked to the side, she
admired the slopes of his broad shoulders, rising with his gentle breaths. The
tendons of his neck jut out, the apple of his throat bobbing due to his thick
swallow. His physique was so beastly and beautiful she found herself swallowing
hard too.
    The stool creaked when he lifted himself up, hands wasting no time tackling
his trousers to remove them. Before he could, the water stirred as Chise stood
in the bath to level with him, but of course he towered over her easily. He
gave a curious hum, the grip on his waistband ceasing, his gaze failing to look
anywhere other than her breasts and below. Bubbles ran down the length of her
body as she placed her hands on his chest, the leathery skin heating up
underneath her fingertips. She trailed the outlines of his collarbone, down to
the ridges of his prominent ribs, hearing a sigh fall from his mouth. He
stepped closer, his shins hitting the edge of the bath, his chest colliding
with hers. This made her realize how strangely calm his heartbeat was,
resonating through a steady rhythm. Its rhythm sped up a bit when she pressed
her mounds into him more. Talons graze the curvature of her spine, resting at
the small of her back. At this moment, they both knew this is how it was
supposed to be.
    Slow, gradual, soft touches and all the time in the world to map out each
others bodies. Nothing was forced, or mindless. Ellias was no longer
stressfully wound up, ready to burst at the seams like an uncontrollable, fiery
inferno. But instead, internally at peace, a lazy sensuality melting to his
core, which Chise couldn't help but gain as well. Quick and sloppy, much like
earlier, lacked the love and adoration that glowed between them now.
   Without looking away from his face, she bravely reached for the hem of his
pants to slip two fingers under, pulling on it, and his hands clasped around
hers. He guided her to the zipper, holding a heated stare into her eyes. It
didn’t take long for the clothing to drop to his ankles, but she couldn't
gather any remaining courage to glance down to discover the rest of him.
 
“Do you think there’s enough room for you to fit?” She asks up at him modestly.
Ellias seemed thrown by that question, immediately thinking she was talking
about his girth, “The bath is quite small.” A relieved chuckle rumbled from
him, for her worrying and his own weakness of jumping to conclusions so soon.
 
She turned so she could let him step into the bath with her, and they both sank
into the water without tearing their eyes away.
 
 
                                            
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   This felt so strangely intimate, viewing all of his body before her. His
legs were so long they rested on either side of her hips, even with his knees
bent. She had hers hunched up to her chest so her feet wouldn’t accidentally
inch toward the junction of his thighs under the water, and he noticed this
nervousness. He watched on as her eager little hand was placed on his knee, a
thumb brushing over a rough patch of scales.The silence was heavy, interrupted
by droplets falling from the faucet; the sound almost echoed around them,
building a still aura of timelessness. A long exhale from Ellias’s lungs
attracted her fleeting attention. His arms opened out for her.
 
“No need to keep your distance,” He gestured her closer, his bright pupils
squinting like he was grinning kindly.
 
   She hesitated for a minute, but nodded. Using his leg for leverage, she got
on her knees so she could crawl to his side. Kneeling made the water only reach
her mid-stomach, and the bounce of her perky breasts made his heart skip again.
No matter how many times he’d see them, they fascinated him just as much as the
first reveal. They were quite small, barely able to fill his large hands when
he cupped them, but the way she bit her lip when he did made it all the more
intoxicating to touch. He enjoyed getting a rise out of her, to witness her
inevitable unraveling of pleasure due to his dirty deeds. So delicious.
   A kiss on his nose tore him out of his thoughts, and her arms wrapped around
his neck adoringly. She then peppered pecks alongside his skeletal face, under
his smitten eye, the edge of his jaw and finally the violet flesh of the column
of his neck. As her head ducked into the dip of his shoulder, he had the
gorgeous view of her petite body pressed up against him, the arch of her spine,
the display of her supple rear. The new sensation of her tongue on his skin
made his grabby hands grip at her shoulder blades, clawing white streaks into
her. When she experimentally nibbled on his neck, she learned he liked it from
his rising heartbeat and huskier breaths. Slowly, his hands inched toward her
bottom, trembling in need. Was he losing himself again?
   A stifled moan rose up from Chise when he grasped her ass, pillowing between
his fingers. She arched into his touch, letting one of her hands slide down his
chest, reaching to where the water leveled on his stomach and hesitating to go
any lower. She had never caressed this much of him, and it was so overwhelming
to be the one to initiate. She is a virgin, after all. There was the slight
chance that he is too? Truly, it won't matter anymore. He noticed how she
avoided touching his southern half, and he was starting to think she was afraid
to continue.
 
“...Do you wish...to stop?” He breathes, the tension from the growing arousal
stealing away the air from his lungs. Chise shakes her head quickly.
 
“No!” She bursted, surprising Ellias before quieting herself again. “N-no,
It’s… I-”
 
   Her sentence fell apart, and he simply looked on in a struggling patience
for her to finish. She would never in her right mind stop this! Even though it
was titillatingly intimidating and scary to take the lead, she wanted to carry
on this hold of dominance, to rip out the unholiest of sounds from this
sophisticated creature that no one in the world will ever experience… except
she. This fact on it’s own made her hotter, more determined. In the long
stretch of silence, she engraved her bosom into him again, and he responded by
pulling her hips into his, hugging her tightly and stunning her by the feel of
his obvious excitement crushed against her thigh. It was excruciatingly warm,
twitching, and he looked like he was blissed out by this skin contact alone.
The strong stench of his sweaty musk mixed with the steam made her heart nearly
explode in her chest, and it only intensified when Ellias uncontrollably ground
his pelvis against her leg, begging for attention. Ellias was close to
breaking, hopeless and desperate. Was it selfish of her to find this strangely
empowering? This entirely different side of him gave her the will to surge on.
Her head lurked near where his ear would be, lips ghosting over the bone.
 
“You made me feel good, it’s about time you do too.” Chise whispered, her hand
finally slithering into the water to brush up against his erection.
 
   The smallest of a touch jerked his entire frame, frightening her for a split
second, but she then wrapped her hand around him, earning a sharp groan. It
rumbled through his bones and reverberated through the water, and he gripped
the rims of the tub for support when her thumb slicked over his tip. She looked
down between their bodies, attempting to see his length in her hand but a
sheath of suds only provided an obscurity of it. Her fondling could only let
her mind roam, to imagine how engorged and pulsating he was for her, but she
could feel it already in her grip. Hissing, growling and panting ensued when
she pumped faster; he couldn’t keep still, every nerve ending sparking
erratically, scorching like fire. His feet stretched out to the end of the tub,
curling uncontrollably from the attention at his loins, abdomen lurching,
boiling with delirium.
   The chain of the drain plug caught on his movements and amongst his bliss it
was unplugged, gurgling once the water sucked down into it. It was ignored,
Chise’s fingertips under the surface driving Ellias mad. The chill of the air
got to them once the bathwater’s level was half it was earlier, so they pressed
closer together to ward away the cold. His underjaw rested on her shoulder as
her other hand accompanied the other, twisting and churning on the shaft,
drawing out a thundering roar from his throat. This was an inexplicable
sensation that he never felt before, so potent and baffling all he could manage
were shaky short breaths. With eyes darkened, he took in the flesh of her
shoulder in his mouth, teeth digging tastefully into her skin while his tongue
washed over the bites. He felt the anchoring clutch he had on the porcelain
wasn’t enough to keep him still, but having a hold on her as well would help
him steady. Though,nothing could help if he was this close to the edge.
He began to gyrate himself into her hands, overcome by waves of static. Her
name formed into a chant on his tongue as he fell deeper, deeper, deeper...Her
fistfuls of his tender phallus throwing him into oblivion. Moaning loudly, his
head lolled when he released, glistening spunk marking her, clinging off her
breasts. Bonelessly relaxing against the rim, he gasped for a few final intakes
before saying her name one last time, weak in the afterglow.
 
“...Damn.” He wheezed, Chise’s grip on his softening spear reaching up to touch
his juices that spotted her chest, swiping some up on her finger to trail it up
into her mouth, sucking it off with an innocent smirk. Daaamn, that's all it
took to get the blood rushing back.
 
    Heatedly, his grip was on her legs to hook them around his torso, leaning
into her so she fell back onto the floor of the tub, tenaciously ready to take
her right there. The back of her head hit it rather harshly, but she was
already drowning in stars by the way his knuckles tickled over her opening. The
fierce glow in his eyes had her whimpering, the towering bulk of his body
thrilling the daylights out of her. Her ankles locked around his waist, and he
curled down so upon opening his jaws, his tongue dragged up to clean the mess
he made on her ribs painfully slow. She felt him prodding at her entrance,
testing before the great plunge. Her face contorted, eyes shut tight, preparing
for him to fill her to the brim, but all was still.
 
“Chise.” His croon was barely audible, but it got her to look at him, seeing
the sentimental side reappearing.
 
 
   The self-awareness of the emotion in his chest was so strong, there was no
more fighting it. What was once a force of doubt was now clearer than any
crystal. It was there all this time, lingering in the depths of his psyche ever
since she stumbled into his life. God, he was a fool to think otherwise. Love
is real. It's always been her.
 
“... I… I love you.”
 
    The words struck a chord in her heart, rendering her completely staggered.
They paused to absorb this delicate emotion, purely loving and unyielding with
the heavenly undertone of passionate lust.  He cupped her warm face, thumbs
wiping away the tears she wasn’t aware she shed. It meant the entire world to
hear him admit what was so profoundly true in his mind, in this moment.
 
“I love you too.”
 
    In an instant he buried himself deep inside, her yelp followed by his
strained grunt. His warmth blossomed inside her walls, stretching farther than
she thought was capable, his size filling every quivering inch. As he let her
adjust, she looked down to where they were united, and realized, even while
feeling utterly stuffed, he still had plenty of length left. He slowly
retreated, sending a trill through himself from the friction, abdominal muscles
shifting agonizingly under his flesh. She held onto him, knuckles turning white
when he ground back in, adopting a sluggish pace that caused her to cry out a
sob. Ellias huffed down onto her sweat-slicked body, watching her eyes
practically roll back when his thrusts quickened. He’d drag all the way out,
only ram back in again, noting how her legs spasmed and struggled to stay open,
to which he forced her knees toward her head so he had a better angle to dig
deeper. Her blush darkened at the odd position she was in, which gave the
perfect view of him mounting her. The slapping of skin rang in the solace of
the room, their moans stolen away by the mind-numbing intrusion of orgasm.
    It felt like if they had not held onto each other for dear life, they’d
fall off the face of the Earth, lost in the clouds. She mewls, arching when he
hit the perfect spot endlessly, lips parting to gasp in his recycled air,
pupils blown wide. His lean build jerked as she squirmed in time, groans
sounding off heavenward when their juices mixed.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
“So… was this our real honeymoon?”
 
“Everyday’s like a honeymoon when I’m with you.”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     So this is it, huh? The end. And a sub-par one, at that. Through all
     this I've learned smutfics are NOT my strong suit. Golly. And maybe I
     should write all the chapters beforehand so I don't destroy myself.
     And you guys, for the unbearable wait. yikes. Has it been over a
     month? AGAIN? The biggest writers-block month ever. yikes x2.
     Now, I know what you may be thinking... "Did you seriously use the
     word 'phallus'?" ...Yup. Phallus. Not sexy, but hey, I always wanted
     to use that funky word. ;) and then "the great plunge" part, god it
     kinda makes me laugh. And then did you see the part where I gave up?
     Oh, that's a trick question, it's the beginning! Oohohoho! (jk i
     tried so hard oh man)
     Well, anyway, thank you all for supporting me with this fic. For
     those on tumblr cheering me on, even some artists making some art
     based on this! (Which I will maybe post inside the chapters?? If
     allowed?) I NEVER THOUGHT IT'D GET THIS BIG??? Well, as big as it
     gets in this minuscule fandom. Thanks!
     And maybe if something thrilling happens in the manga updates, I may
     possibly make another fic. Who knows if it'll be kinky? Might be
     fluffy. For some reason I have trouble with sexy parts. As you can
     see. I still love them very much. WELL I COULD GO ON FOREVER. GONNA
     SHUTUP NOW. THANKS AGAIN HAHA.
     EDIT: OMG THERE IS AN ANIME PROMO OUT NOW! IM LOSING MY SHIT! IM SO
     EXCITED IVE BEEN WAITING FOREVER
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCSUxwuqEzQ&index=1&list=LLyZV_hI32-
     dlYz4kfHXlSmg
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