08-16-2019, 06:52 PM
Each morning, he runs through the sequence of events that brought him to now, never quite coming to terms with it all despite the months that pass. Not that much of the information rings particularly absurd (I mean, no one's surprised by the land change or the plague or the taking and giving of magic and this and that, those are regular things), but the parts that do really just fuck with Nih's head.
Like, fuck fuck.
First of all, who'd've thought that him belly-sliding between the stud's legs in rabbit form would have been one of the first steps towards said stud sliding something else between Nih's legs? For the love of Christ, the well-known gay hadn't even flirted! At least, not until a glint showed up in Bren's honeyed eyes that spoke of something utterly forbidden. After decades - after his whole life since leaving the Valley, really - of being the twerpy kid piping up when he shouldn't have in countless kingdom meetings where his opinion really was worthless considering that he contributed nothing but grouchiness and raw sexuality, this sudden change in the man he once considered a father figure came as more than something of a shock. Everything of a shock.
So of course, stumbling over his words and succumbing to the eagerness that arose in his chest (and the arousal that rose elsewhere), he flirted. Day and night, his merciless onslaught of come-ons seemed to know no end - at least, the end was known only to one. One Brennen, of course. After a particularly descriptive instance of flirtation (which, let's be honest, Bren could have stopped if he'd really wanted to...), Brennen, king of multitudes, father of more, and true lover of few, had turned. A fire in those amber eyes. A dare on his tongue - "Turn around then."
After that particular romp (a first for Nih I'll have you know), things had strangely not been strange. The life-long friends remained just that, the fliration finally ended... But a certain intimacy remained in its absence, a closeness that had never been there before. One that brought them together for long hours, thoughts and feelings pouring out in ways they'd not before, not for ages (or maybe ever). When enough nights passed where Nih left near dawn, he eventually just... stayed. And again. Under Brennen's wing, curled with him on the ground, coupling again in a far more intimate way than that initial surge of testosterone and sex. When the words I love you were followed by and I want you to carry my children, Nih hadn't a choice but to say yes. Frankly, he'd never imagine answering in any other fashion; he knew with every part of his being that this was where he wanted to be.
Of course, having made others pregnant before but never having been himself, he didn't quite estimate the severity of discomfort that came with carrying a child. Or TWO children. Magician's sperm... They swam too damn well.
And that leaves him here: pregnant, with twins, dam to the magician he'd once thought of as a father. And a brother.
Alas, his morning reverie must always come to an end. This particular morning, the gentle hoofbeats of his Arabian counterpart revive Nihlus. An eager nicker whistles through his slightly parted lips, ears flicking forward as his legs follow suit. When the first touch he receives is one to his swollen middle, a heat rises to the bachelor's cheeks, one he knows his magician can sense. Sensing the rush of blood to certain areas comes like breathing to a water mage. Nickering again (softly this time), Nih bends his neck to bump noses tenderly with Brennen, hesitating a moment before meeting the other's eyes.
How the man forged the dominant Nihlus into a submissive wife, few would ever know - last of all, Nihlus.
And yet, at the words Bren delivers, Nih's characteristic dastardly grin splashes across his lips. "Something for me?" The words are simultaneously sing-songy and gritty, full of that raw sexuality I happened to mention before. He flicks his mane out of his glittering blue eyes, intensifying their glow as they scan Bren's sleek, attractive figure. "While I would never normally turn down such a delicious offer, darling, I think you've quite foiled such plans by impregnating me. I'm not as capable as I used to be." Playfully, he snakes his lips out to tug on a thick lock of Bren's silky mane. When a laugh issues in response, accompanied by a doting nip to his shoulder (followed as always with a gentle caress), Nih thinks that the end of it - but then Bren presses for a real answer, and Nih's curiosity peaks.
"Of course I do!" His legs prance beneath him, swinging his hind end such that it bumps into the smaller magician's. Bobbing his head, Nihlus gestures for the other to lead the way. "After you, my love."
Like, fuck fuck.
First of all, who'd've thought that him belly-sliding between the stud's legs in rabbit form would have been one of the first steps towards said stud sliding something else between Nih's legs? For the love of Christ, the well-known gay hadn't even flirted! At least, not until a glint showed up in Bren's honeyed eyes that spoke of something utterly forbidden. After decades - after his whole life since leaving the Valley, really - of being the twerpy kid piping up when he shouldn't have in countless kingdom meetings where his opinion really was worthless considering that he contributed nothing but grouchiness and raw sexuality, this sudden change in the man he once considered a father figure came as more than something of a shock. Everything of a shock.
So of course, stumbling over his words and succumbing to the eagerness that arose in his chest (and the arousal that rose elsewhere), he flirted. Day and night, his merciless onslaught of come-ons seemed to know no end - at least, the end was known only to one. One Brennen, of course. After a particularly descriptive instance of flirtation (which, let's be honest, Bren could have stopped if he'd really wanted to...), Brennen, king of multitudes, father of more, and true lover of few, had turned. A fire in those amber eyes. A dare on his tongue - "Turn around then."
After that particular romp (a first for Nih I'll have you know), things had strangely not been strange. The life-long friends remained just that, the fliration finally ended... But a certain intimacy remained in its absence, a closeness that had never been there before. One that brought them together for long hours, thoughts and feelings pouring out in ways they'd not before, not for ages (or maybe ever). When enough nights passed where Nih left near dawn, he eventually just... stayed. And again. Under Brennen's wing, curled with him on the ground, coupling again in a far more intimate way than that initial surge of testosterone and sex. When the words I love you were followed by and I want you to carry my children, Nih hadn't a choice but to say yes. Frankly, he'd never imagine answering in any other fashion; he knew with every part of his being that this was where he wanted to be.
Of course, having made others pregnant before but never having been himself, he didn't quite estimate the severity of discomfort that came with carrying a child. Or TWO children. Magician's sperm... They swam too damn well.
And that leaves him here: pregnant, with twins, dam to the magician he'd once thought of as a father. And a brother.
Alas, his morning reverie must always come to an end. This particular morning, the gentle hoofbeats of his Arabian counterpart revive Nihlus. An eager nicker whistles through his slightly parted lips, ears flicking forward as his legs follow suit. When the first touch he receives is one to his swollen middle, a heat rises to the bachelor's cheeks, one he knows his magician can sense. Sensing the rush of blood to certain areas comes like breathing to a water mage. Nickering again (softly this time), Nih bends his neck to bump noses tenderly with Brennen, hesitating a moment before meeting the other's eyes.
How the man forged the dominant Nihlus into a submissive wife, few would ever know - last of all, Nihlus.
And yet, at the words Bren delivers, Nih's characteristic dastardly grin splashes across his lips. "Something for me?" The words are simultaneously sing-songy and gritty, full of that raw sexuality I happened to mention before. He flicks his mane out of his glittering blue eyes, intensifying their glow as they scan Bren's sleek, attractive figure. "While I would never normally turn down such a delicious offer, darling, I think you've quite foiled such plans by impregnating me. I'm not as capable as I used to be." Playfully, he snakes his lips out to tug on a thick lock of Bren's silky mane. When a laugh issues in response, accompanied by a doting nip to his shoulder (followed as always with a gentle caress), Nih thinks that the end of it - but then Bren presses for a real answer, and Nih's curiosity peaks.
"Of course I do!" His legs prance beneath him, swinging his hind end such that it bumps into the smaller magician's. Bobbing his head, Nihlus gestures for the other to lead the way. "After you, my love."