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INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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I did not bring you here to put you through hell and abandon you to it. I will not allow you to hurt me, but if there is aught I can do for you without coming to harm...

[There IS something isn't there? Rean's loathe to do it but at the moment he feels desperate enough.]

...Pact...

[ah, of course. voidsent haven't been a concern for g'raha for nearly a century now, but it isn't as though he can forget, either.

he nods, stepping closer.]

What must I do?

Your blood, some of your aether, in exchange, my obedience.

[That's a bad deal for anyone pacting with a real voidsent but Rean's not really thinking clearly.]

Understood.

[he's kneeling before Rean, biting deep into his thumb and offering the bleeding hand to his voidsent guest.]

I will only require your obedience in one thing. Do no harm except to protect yourself or others. If you require something, take it from me.

[It's too much. He grabs the Exarch's offered hand, a purple circle lighting under them as bind magic curls around them both.

With a growl that isn't human he tanks G'raha towards him, licking his blood from his fingers, then up along his hand and wrist. His pupils are slits but the magic is certainly sinking in. The terms are... quite broad aren't they?

There's a pull on G'raha's aether, hungry, voracious even, but connected to the tower as he is he should be able to withstand it.]

[He can take it, but the pull still takes the wind out of him. Rean pulled him in close, so now he's slumping breathlessly against the voidsent as he scrambles to pull aether into his body fast enough to compensate for the head start Rean got in pulling it from him. It's dizzying, a lot happening at once, but he's nothing if not resilient.]

["If you require something, take it from me." Is a dangerous thing to offer a hungry voidsent. Rean is certainly taking.

One hand settles on the Exarchs hip as Rean nuzzles his wrist, pulling the man into his lap while shadows crawl from the floor to bind his legs.]

[he's malleable, far more focused on the aether flowing through him than he is on the way he's being physically moved, at least for now.

he knows this was a truly reckless thing to do, but Rean seemed so human, so focused on not harming him... he's a bleeding heart and he knows it, but he is also responsible for trapping a voidsent in a world flooded with light. he had to.]

[Rean's not thinking too clearly right now. He hasn't eaten in.... a long long time. He's taking too much for a normal person to handle yet he can't make himself stop.

He'll feel really horrified later, but right now he's pulling G'raha possively into his lap and leaning to lick at the crystal and flesh of his neck, tugging at the hood, it's in the way.]

[G'raha's legs part around Rean's waist without hesitation, his robe riding up scandalously. He's utterly unconcerned with how inappropriate this is-- not with how wrapped up he is in the give and take of it. he's focused enough on drinking deep of the tower's aether and funneling it to Rean that he really only snaps out of it at all when his hood slips down. he's left blinking in the glow of the tower for a few moments before his sense returns even a little.]

--Hold on-!

[he doesn't sound terribly convincing, voice husky with strain.]

[That's a very unspecific command and so Rean slips his arm around G'raha's waist, "holding on", and keeps licking his neck, nipping the flesh that isn't crystal, his other hand releasing G'raha's to slide up the line of his robe along his thigh.

He's an attractive voidsent, by nature that part of him is seductive and unrestrained.]

[g'raha shivers, breath catching, ears pinned back as his head spins. he keeps up the ebb and flow of aether, most of him still focused on that, but his tail frees itself from its usual tight coil around his waist and lashes in overstimulation.]

T. Tell me what you need...

I want you.

[He doesn't, strictly, need to fuck the Exarch so he can't just take what he needs as it were, but boy does he want to.

Well, if G'raha glanced earlier he did look to have a normal dick. Of course he doesn't right now but that fact is hidden by pants.

And he's lifting his head to nibble the Exarch's ears, his hand roaming higher under the robe to palm over his ass.]

[g'raha did not check out Rean's dick ok]

That's not the same.

[but that's not a no, either. his ears twitch under the attention. he's wearing shorts under the robe, tight ones, and they certainly aren't doing his ass a disservice. he jerks at the hand on his ass, knees pressing into Rean's sides as he reflexively tries to close his legs.]

Why?

[His hand keeps going, finding the base of that lashing tail and wrapping around it.

The cunning and inhuman part of him wants to flatter and seduce and fuck the living daylights out of G'raha, literally or figuratively, he's not picky. But aether filling him is letting some of his senses return albeit a bit distantly.]

Because... [I'm horny and you're hot isn't a great answer though.]

Mm... are you against it?

[He's letting his hand slide down G'raha's tail, tugging a little.]

I--

[he cuts off with a ragged hitch of breath, twisting, hiding his face against Rean's shoulder. the tail is a weak point for many miqote, but for someone as touch starved as g'raha... he doesn't stand a chance.]

[He tugs again, lightly, a hand on the small of G'raha's back steadying him.

As long as G'raha is too busy to protest he'll nip one of those cute ears again, tugging gently with his teeth. He's not sucking so much aether now.]

Please--

[his head would be clearing with the lesser pull on his aether, but the pull on his tail has him just a little bit out of his mind.]

Hm?

[His voice is low and seductive and right against the Exarch's ear, tugging again a little harder.]

Please, I need--

[and some considerate part of his mind tells him, make sure it's not an order. which gives him pause enough that he goes very still, trembling with the effort not to writhe.]

... Tell me what you need.

I want to fuck you.

[His voice is low and filled with all kinds of naked desire, pulling G'raha's ass down to grind the very firm buldge in his pants against him.]

Tell me what you need.

[he shudders, clutching at what clothes Rean managed to put on in the first place.]

I need-- I want- that.

[Well that's good enough for Rean to reach up, cup the Exarch's face, and drag him into a fiercely hungry kiss, his other hand pushing the robe up. More.]

[he kisses back as best he can, rusty to say the least, but also halfway out of his mind with lust. he's gorgeous under that robe-- well built in a way the cloth masks. he's also tugging the shirt right back down off Rean's shoulders.]

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