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Wriothesley vividly remembered the first time he attempted to approach someone about his struggle. About how he felt out of place within his own body. How he wanted to tear his own skin off when he stared in the mirror for too long. About how his shoulder-length hair made him antsy and how he wanted nothing more than to chop it all off. About how his curving waist made him disgusted and how his developing chest filled him with dread.
The first person he ever told was his "mother." He remembered his futile plead for understanding and patience as she blatantly laughed in his face, brushing his strife away as if it were nothing but a pesky fly. She called him delusional. She said he was too old to be playing pretend.
"Don't be ridiculous, ■■■■■! You're my beautiful daughter, and nothing will change that, dear."
He remembers the smoldering irritation he felt towards "mother" after that point. "Father" was no better.
"I didn't raise you as my son, ■■■■■."
His anger only subsided when his younger sister had quietly knocked on his door that night. She had sat on his bed while he silently brooded for what could have been hours. The words that her small voice had spoken carried so much weight.
"Can I start calling you 'big brother?'"
His siblings were the only people that ever cared. They loved him, and he loved them. When the time came for Wriothesley to take matters into his own hands by freeing them from their "parent's" twisted plot, he never trusted another soul with the truth that lie beneath his icy exterior. He was reborn in Meropide. ■■■■■ was dead. Cast into the frozen depths, left to rot and was never to be seen again. ■■■■■ died so that Wriothesley could thrive.
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"Ah, so I see." Neuvillette had said nothing until now. He listened attentively, unwilling to interrupt as Wriothesley explained hesitantly. Humans were such fascinating individuals. It would appear that Neuvillette still has so much more to learn about them. Curiously, he glanced over Wriothesley's shirtless form. He saw no feminine curves or soft skin. Only scarred and mangled skin across sculpted muscle. He hummed appreciatively. Perhaps Neuvillette didn't understand what the fuss was about. Genders of individuals didn't matter too much to Neuvillette in his daily line of work. Perhaps it might also be because of how most Melusines did not take gender into accountability either. To him, every one of them was simply a unique individual before being regarded as "man" or "woman" or anything in-between.
"Is that all? You aren't mad at me?" Wriothesley asked cautiously, like he was waiting for Neuvillette to suddenly change character. The elder blinked at him in surprise. Angry?
"Heavens, no! Why would I be angered?"
"Well, it's just," Wriothesley made vague gestures in the air with one hand. His eyes wandered around the room, looking anywhere but Neuvillette. "Some people aren't exactly open to the concept. Some say it's wrong and unnatural—"
"Who?"
The warden was taken aback by the sudden loud hiss as Neuvillette appeared ready to attack an imaginary perpetrator. Even Neuvillette seemed shocked with himself after taking a moment to recollect himself. He composed himself with an elegant ease befitting of the Chief Justice before explaining.
"Apologies. Please pardon my outburst. Mon cœur, as a dragon, a very ancient dragon mind you, we have very little need for mortal ideations such as gender. What we identified as was inconsequential. In my case, I was simply the Hydro Dragon. Nothing more, nothing less." Neuvillette wanted to chuckle as Wriothesley seemed to hang on to each word he spoke as faint glimmers of light returned to his eyes.
“To me, you are Wriothesley. You're the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. Strong, cunning, and elusive. Your biological features hardly had any impact on my attraction to your character.”
A sly smirk slowly tugged at the corner of the Sovereign's mouth. His tender gaze began to glint with the barest amount of hunger as it raked across Wriothesley's figure. He crawled over his mate, lifting the Duke’s chin with his fingers.
“Though I will admit, when it comes to physical appearances, you are by far one of the most handsome men I've ever met in my lifetime. Every scar, every strand of gray hair, I find you to be simply beautiful.”
A rosy tint quickly spread like wildfire across Wriothesley's cheeks. He opened his mouth to retort, but promptly closed it as every word died in his throat. His brain scrambled to compose itself as Monsieur Neuvillette stifled a laugh at how utterly adorable Wriothesley could be.
The Duke thought he would melt. He thought he could feel steam rising from the tip of his head. He squirmed and struggled to formulate sentences that weren't just an amalgamation of incoherent sounds. Neuvillette had blown every expectation out of the water. He had braced himself for bone crushing heartbreak. It wouldn't have been the first time at least. But he was entirely unprepared for the unrestrained love in Neuvillette's violet eyes as they stripped every one of his stalwart defenses he had constructed around himself. It simply left him speechless. He didn't even know how to respond. So Neuvillette took hold of the reigns for him.
“Mon loup, let me show you just how much you mean to me…”
Wriothesley's gasp was silenced as Neuvillette softly staked claim over his lips. In a glaring contrast to Neuvillette's relentless hunger from earlier, the Chief Justice's urgency was noticeably tamer, more relaxed. Neuvillette's inventions were clear. He was not here to devour, but to savor. To cherish and captivate his prey instead of a flaring display of dominance. To make sure Wriothesley truly felt how devoted he was, regardless of his body. A forked tongue glided across Wriothesley's bottom lip, waiting patiently for permission to enter. Wriothesley succumbed and allowed the Chief Justice to do as he pleased. Conquest was not the end goal as much as making Wriothesley feel wanted and needed. He felt like he was being eaten alive slowly. Savored like a fine meal served before an illustrious king. The younger man felt himself floating in a sea of wispy clouds until Neuvillette's steady presence brought his consciousness back down to earth.
"I do not envy divinity," the Iudex parted abruptly, licking the corners of Wriothesley's mouth gingerly. "And I bow before no gods." Burning violet eyes made contact with glassy blue while slender hands cupped both of Wriothesley's flushed cheeks. "But I give thanks to whatever deity or whim of fate willed you into this world. Whatever force brought you here to me, I thank them every single day in silence."
Colors swirled, and thoughts blurred into a conglomerate, indistinguishable mass within Wriothesley's mind as the Chief Justice's words were followed by another intense and searing kiss. He hardly registered his back thumping against the fine cushions of their couch. The sound of pillows softly scattering about into dark corners, unimportant in either men's mind as Neuvillette manhandled the warden's larger body flat onto the pliant surface. Wriothesley hardly understood what planet he was on as the blood flow to his head made him dizzy. He tried to respond. He tried to speak. Perhaps even offer a half-hearted quip in response to Neuvillette's intense confession. But all he was able to produce was a tired moan, as fluttering emotions made him delirious.
Neuvillette lowered himself between Wriothesley's thick thighs. His pupils narrowed into slits. Wriothesley's sour anxious scent had melted back into the delicious sweetness of lust. Wriothesley wanted this. His fear gave way into a tentative curiosity. Neuvillette's hands grabbed hold of the silver belt buckle, looking up for any signs of protest. Seeing none, he unclasped the leather strap from Wriothesley's waist and discarded it into a forgotten side of the room. He made quick work of the zipper as well before leisurely sliding the warden's pants down just until they met the metal plating of his boots. Meropide's stunning administrator was a sight to behold as he lie sprawled out against his own couch. His legs were spread wantonly, highlighting the obvious damp patch staining his briefs. Neuvillette was a man of insurmountable dignity and prestige, yet he was unable to resist the sight of his dearest presented before him, so willing and vulnerable.
"Please… Neuvillette, " Wriothesley whined, canting his hips upward. He wasn't even sure what he wanted from Neuvillette. He just needed him desperately. He wanted everything yet nothing all at once. Slender hands carefully guided his hips in place as the Iudex bowed himself before Wriothesley's eager body.
"Is this okay?" Neuvillette whispered as his delicate fingers lingered on the elastic band. Wriothesley's scent was a plethora of both arousal, yet simultaneously held a hint of reservation. As if Wriothesley still held doubt in his heart. He eyed his lover warily as he was given a dubious nod in response. "Wriothesley…." He warned softly.
"Yes, Neuvillette. Just— words are hard right now," Wriothesley almost wanted to laugh at himself. Since when was he tongue-tied? Were this any other scenario, he's surely have cracked a morbidly humorous joke or come up with a witty retort. But this is Neuvillette kneeling before him, with the most sincere gaze looking up at him. It was then that the realization hit Wriothesley square in the head. Monsieur really was serious about everything he said…. Gods, if Wriothesley told him to stop right now, there'd be no question that Neuvillette would drop everything immediately. Stopping was far from what either of them wanted, however.
"Yes, Neuvillette. Please touch me." It was almost funny how serious he sounded. But the steadfast resolution in Wriothesley's tone meant everything to Neuvillette.
The judge finally rolled Wriothesley's briefs down. He stared in wonder as a strand of clear slick connected from the warden's overflowing cunt to his soiled underwear, breaking away once it was far enough. Dear Archons, Wriothesley was wet enough to rival all the bodies of water in Fontaine. Pink pussy folds gleamed with moisture as the Duke's labia was completely soaked in vaginal fluid. Wriothesley should be considered one of the Seven Wonders of Fontaine in Neuvillette's humble opinion. Where should he even begin in partaking in such a feast?
Wriothesley was growing more restless as the judge continued to scrutinize his cunt acutely. He was vaguely beginning to feel a hint of self consciousness at how long Neuvillette had been staring. Maybe he's changed his mind now that he's seeing his private parts? The Duke quickly dispelled his doubt by force. He needed to trust the other man. The cold air against his dripping pussy made him tingle as Neuvillette simply admired the sight in silent reverence. Just as Wriothesley was about to chastise the elder for being too slow, a long and thick tongue glided from his perineum to his clitoral hood. His toes curled as a strained whine left him.
"O-ohh....." Wriothesley's nails clawed at the fine wood of his desk, chipping and leaving little crescent indents in the finish. The Chief Justice had simply continued to lap at his outer labia, as if he were a dog drinking from its water dish. Wriothesley was finer than any water Neuvillette had drank. Tangy, salty, pungent slick dribbled down his throat as the warden only continued to pump more fluid out of his pussy lips. The pretty pink petals parted delightfully for him as he used his tongue to pry them away. He did not leave without giving them a gentle suck, prompting another wonderful shudder from his lover. Using the more inhuman aspects of his anatomy, he let his tongue extend and bully itself into the warm wet cavern of Wriothesley's hole, making himself perfectly at home in the tight, spasming confines.
"Aaahh~! A-ahn Neuvillette, holy shit!"
Neuvillette, spurred on by Wriothesley's sweet noises, began to snake his tongue deeper into the moist cavern as loud squelches echoed in his ears. He felt plush flesh close in around his head as Wriothesley's thighs had taken to perching on Neuvillette's shoulders, ankles locking directly behind his head. Neuvillette offered his support as his fingers grasped underneath them to keep them from crushing his skull. While fantasies of being strangled by Wriothesley's thighs were not an alien concept to Neuvillette's psyche, he was not fond of the idea of accidentally losing oxygen during their first intimate experience. A cute little nub caught the dragon's attention. It shined and bulged temptingly, seemingly calling out his name. With a bit of nudging, he carefully began pinching and rubbing delicately and Wriothesley's aroused clit.
"HNNGH!! Neuvillette!" Wriothesley's eyes widened. He bit the back of his hand, breaking the skin. The searing inferno of pleasure threatening to engulf him all at once. To burn him until nothing but ash was left. His cunt wept and sobbed as he felt the Iudex expertly maneuver his fingers against his clit. His stomach churned and his heart threatened to burst free from his ribcage. Yet somehow Neuvillette managed to push him even further to the edge as Wriothesley felt a tongue sink down into his hole, steadily thrusting in and out in a leisurely rhythm.
Neuvillette groaned into Wriothesley's cunt. The taste, the smell, everything was unbelievably perfect about his love. His mate's loud moans egged him on as his tongue thrust deeper into the unknown and his hand continued to abuse his lover's clit. Wriothesley's hole and clit were but mere playthings for Neuvillette's mouth and hand as the warden fell apart beautifully under his ministrations. Wriothesley's breaths quickened and his muscles tensed. The Duke would not last much longer at this rate. Neuvillette chased after Wriothesley's pleasure, hot on his trail, steadily gaining as his tongue and fingers worked with vigor.
"C-cumming!! Ngh! I'm— aahh Neuvi, I'm gonna—"
That was the only warning he received before his mouth flooded with Wriothesley's delectable fluids. He purred, even as it splattered onto his cheeks and dripped along the column of his throat. Sweet, hot, and just.... Wriothesley. His darling. His dearly beloved. His sun and moon. Nothing could ever compare. The finest spring water couldn't even hold a candle. Neuvillette, face splattered in cum and vaginal fluids, could not do anything but stare with adoration as his poor lover had lied across the couch, clearly exhausted.
Wriothesley had passed out. Perhaps everything had been a bit overwhelming for him. Neuvillette sighed at the sight with a fond smile curving his lips while he brushed away stray onyx locks from the Duke's peacefully slumbering face. Even while covered in a light sheen of sweat with his hair disheveled, Neuvillette believed him the epitome of mortal beauty. As quietly as he could, Neuvillette summoned hydro energy to clean the mess of fluids from Wriothesley's body, allowing hydro to seep into every dip and curve. He would have to ensure Wriothesley was properly cleaned later but he was unwilling to disturb his rest at present. The Chief Justice began to shed his robes that had undoubtedly become somewhat ruined during their raunchy escapade. With careful movements, he laid the unstained majority of the fabric over his mate's prone figure.
“Do you believe me now, mon amour?” He whispered, placing one last reverent kiss against Wriothesley's forehead.