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AU Box

Because I can't leave that Abstract Button alone, here's a bunch of AUs that roll about in my head that I figured I'd plop in here to see if anyone wants to bat them about.

Warnings apply for pretty much everything: smut, body horror, violence, nonconsensual science, cosmic horror, pregnancy, gender-switching, and probably more.

Wizarding AU
or
Harry Potter And The Contrived Fanfiction Plot

Is it Marauders-Era and you not only have to deal with them but this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? Or, even worse, is this during the books and you have to deal with all of that plus this weirdo new Defence Against The Dark Arts instructor? What on earth was Dumbledore thinking? This man looks like he just crawled out from under the floorboards of Voldemort's own goddamn house. He makes Snape look trustworthy. But boy does he know his stuff. And all kinds of other stuff. So what's Professor Azwel really about?

Cthulhu Mythos AU
or
The Call Of The Thing On The Living Room Floor Of The Witch-House Of The Terrible Old Man With The Silver Key To The Challenge From Beyond The Wall Of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Terrible things are afoot in New England in the 1920s. Fish-people and cultists and schlubs having horrible dreams are everywhere. Things are colours that don't exist. A squiggly symbol that scares the bejeezus out of you is scrawled on random surfaces. And what's that awful tekeli-li sound that rides the wind of an evening? What are those faceless flying creatures silhouetted against the moon? AND WHY IS AN EIGHT-FOOT-TALL BUG MAN THING CLAIMING HE'S RANDOLPH CARTER? Nobody knows except a strange mystic from Europe who calls himself only 'Azwel' and seems to know an awful lot about and awful lot of things. Things man (or woman or bug) was not meant to know! Do you follow him to the hilltops or into the cypress swamps or wherever else he says the horrible tomes direct him or do you do the smart thing and run screaming into the night, trailing As as you go?

Domestic Fluff
or
How I Married A Mad Alchemist

Ah, wedded bliss. Family life and home sweet home. Is there anything like it? Probably not. You are Mr. Or Mrs. Azwel. His first name is a secret he just might someday tell you. In the meantime, you now live in a big sprawling house with either three or seventeen cats (never any other number), a plethora of alchemical paraphernalia, and a husband whom you have to tempt out of the lab to eat. But he's wealthy. And he loves you more than anything. He just... has a very unconventional way of showing it.

Sex Slave
or
Fuggit, I'm Running Out Of Titles.

a Did you get bought from the sex slave market by this odd, mysterious nobleman who only goes by one name? How will this 'Lord Azwel' even treat you? Only one way to find out, as he's bringing you home to his mansion full of books and alchemy. Oh, my.

b You're looking for that special sex slave. Well, this fellow is certainly eye-catching, all big and manly, windswept and interesting. Watch out, though, the owner says he's a bit mad, too clever by three quarters, and was sold to him as punishment for some crime nobody will disclose.

Experiments? Oh My!
It can be any time, really, the aim is the same. This strange genius who calls himself only 'Azwel' has you locked up in his laboratory. He has a mission, you see, and that mission is to extract a very, very specific kind of energy from you. It can only be collected during orgasm. Oh, but he's terribly clever at getting people to that state....

Vampire AU
a Blaaaaaa! A mysterious alchemist who never goes out in the daytime has moved into that spooky castle. And at the same time there's tell of a mysterious fiend roaming the streets at night, ravishing nubile young maidens and... whatever the young gentleman equivalent may be... and draining their blood! Can anyone draw the obvious conclusion between these nocturnal shenanigans and that weird Count Azwel?

b You vampire, you! You've somehow gone and caught yourself a nosy alchemist who insists on being called only 'Azwel.' His fault for trying to investigate your castle/house/apartment/yurt/whatever, I suppose. Now what will you do with him? My, but he's a robust-looking fellow who'll certainly serve as a ready food supply....

Girl Genius AU
Explosions! Terrible mad science! Toothy monsters with cheesy accents! Giant switches actually labelled 'MUAH HA HA HA HA HA!' Gleeful destruction! Exclamation marks! Just what have you gotten yourself into walking into the midst of Mechanicsburg in a random era ruled by Azwel Heterodyne The Madder Than Usual?

Pet Person AU
a Who doesn't like a big fluffy kitty? A... really big, fluffy kitty. Even though he prefers to wear clothes, one can see just how fluffy Azwel is by his purple hair and beard, soft grey ears with purple tufts, and giant, fluffy purple and grey tail. Oh, but he'd make a lovely companion, if you can get him to stop chewing on you. His love is pointy, after all. His claws are so long they don't retract all the way, making him even pointier. But he's clever and just listen to that rumbling purr!

Oh, and one other thing. There's a very good chance he'll be in heat. And even if he's not, he's still very libidinous. Sorry about that.

b Are you the kind of pet person Azwel's looking for? He's after someone who can assist in his work and not push things off of shelves or knock things over with a wagging tail. A companion to curl up with on cold nights. A sexual partner. Is it you?

Sex Cult AU
There's a heady smoke in the air, a mist swirling grey-white under the full moon. A hypnotic drumbeat plays. Cloaked and hooded figures surround you, bear you along to the stone altar under the tall trees. They start a slow, circling dance and a low, sonorous chant slips into your hearing. At the altar stands another figure, clad in elabourate robes. He reaches up with beringed hands to remove his hood, revealing his face, long purple hair and beard surrounding pale features and a gaze that draws you in. He bids you step toward him. The ritual has begun.

As an added bonus, request Rule 63 of any of the above and hey, presto, Azwel was always a woman!

Got any other ideas? Feel free to throw them at me. ^.^

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Felih shivers yet again, feeling the heat spreading from his cheeks, up to his pinned ears and down his neck, and the heat at the root of his cock is spreading as well. The arousal grows stronger with the alluring whispers, the press of the man's palm to such a sensitive area of his body, making him squirm as his cock jerks, a small spurt of pre landing on Azwel's hand and making Felih feel even more mortified.

Gods. Here he is, tied up by a mad genius notorious for his obscene experiments, and he's hard. It certainly doesn't help that the man starts to strip and show off a muscled, broad physique that is exactly Felih's type, and the bulging erection in those smallclothes has him biting his lip and averting his gaze. Nope, no, he can't look. If he looks he'll be more tempted and more aroused and flustered, and...

He swallows hard gives another useless squirm, finding himself just as immobile as the first time he tried, and realizes he's quite trapped. For all the rumors and all the madness, at least Felih knows that he's not likely to feel pain... If he can just endure this extraction process, maybe he'll be freed.

Quick, distract! He has to distract himself somehow...

"What are those markings?" he asks instead, voice a mumble as he keeps averting his gaze. Maybe it'll be less embarrassing if he just... doesn't look at his captor. As if that would somehow make Azwel unable to see the lurid state he's in.

The little spurt barely garners a reaction beyond a smile. Far from being revolted, Azwel seems... pleased.

He reaches down and pulls a lever, tilting the table into a horizontal position, taking the array with it. The question actually makes him stop for a moment. "Hm? These were part of a ritual for opening the third eye," he says almost offhandedly, pulling another lever. The table slowly sinks downward, again taking the array with it. "It was also when I discovered sex magick." It would have been, wouldn't it?

The table is now low enough that Azwel can easily climb onto it, which he does. He straddles Felih's legs, sitting back on his heels and regarding the other for a moment. "If I didn't know any better," he whispers, "I'd say you were trying to distract yourself...." It's strange how a voice that could so easily become loud and grandiose can whisper so... intimately. "It'll go so much more smoothly if you don't," he finishes, a heated tone seeping into it, now.

Behind Felih the array glows softly. Azwel's eyes flick to it, then back to his subject. He leans forward, now, his hands caressing Felih's neck and chest. One hand slips into Felih's hair and he ducks his head, brushing hot, wet lips against the skin of the Miqo'te's neck. Then he pauses, breathing in Felih's scent, seeing how he's reacting so far.

Felih wants to press more on that ritual, curious, but his thoughts are scattered when the table itself begins to move. He squeaks, tail fluffing up as he looks around, uneasy- and then the table finishes its movement, allowing the scientist to straddle him, which only leaves him more flustered. He's so petite, compared to the other man, but even for someone so petite, he's wonderfully well-endowed.

And that makes it even easier to note when it throbs, pulses, twitches, jerks- every last little movement and tell. The glisten of pre trailing down the shaft, the spurts that sometimes spatter over Felih's belly, and he squirms and bites his lip, shuddering at the low murmurs that keep taunting him with the sound alone. He shivers at the tug to his hair, and then there's kisses to his neck and he can't help but gasp, squirming again and turning his head to bare his neck more.

"A-Ah... G-Gods, what am I to focus on if not- not something else...!" he protests quietly, voice a little breathy at the continued teasing and stimulation.

The array starts to rotate, now, slowly at first. Azwel gives a soft, pleased sound. Mmmmm, usually it takes much longer than this to start the collection phase.

Oh, but that glorious cock! Azwel slides a hand down Felih's chest and middle, reaching between his legs to caress it. The precum slicks his hand as he strokes and caresses that massive, barbed length. A breathy sigh escapes him as a corner of his mind wonders if he could fit that into his mouth.

Felih's question makes him chuckle warmly. "You could focus on what I'm doing," he breathes. "Or on nothing at all." His lips leave a wet trail down Felih's neck and to the little hollow between his collarbones where he gently suckles the skin. "To be honest, if you can focus... I'm not doing this properly."

He sits up again for a moment to untie his smallclothes, pulling them free. Clearly, the carpet matches the drapes, which is odd, considering most humans don't naturally grow purple hair. While very few people anywhere are as well-endowed as Felih is, Azwel is not small. His cock stands thick and hard, pushing out from its foreskin. He leans forward again, and this time his lips find Felih's own in a slow, heated kiss as he sinks down on top of him.

Felih's eyes flick towards the shifting array, before his attention snaps back to Azwel the moment the man touches him. He gasps and arches, hips jerking up instinctively into his grip, whimpering and biting his lip as he feels his aching cock finally getting some attention, stimulation. Azwel's lips keep moving along his neck and making him shiver, before crying out at the suckle to the weak spot there.

"Aahhn! T-Twelve-" he moans and curses, cock jerking in his palm, and he manages to get a look at his captor's thick cock and another bloom of arousal rises in him, hot and coiling in him, balls pulsing as his cock leaks even more pre. His libido is insatiable, and he sees such an attractive potential mate pressing down on him-

-and then there's lips on his, and Felih goes weak.

His moan is muffled into that kiss, his ears pinning back submissively, and he gives in. He'll feign reluctance, of course, be coy and fussy and uppity, refuse to admit his pleasure. But his body will be far more honest than he is, and he can't help but just soak up the attention.

This is the part Azwel really likes, when they give in to pleasure and respond. Not only does it guarantee a higher output, it just feels good for him. There's a reason, after all, why he chose this line of study. Well, yes, it's unconventional. Yes, its result is terribly, terribly useful. But all that aside, Azwel's libido is probably almost as insatiable as Felih's.

He spends several moments kissing and caressing, exploring Felih's contours in a manner that, in any other setting, would probably gain him a reputation as an attentive and enthusiastic lover. Soft, lustful sounds hum in his throat--he is clearly someone who has never stifled himself and sees no reason to start doing so now.

But when his hand slips down past Felih's plump balls and encounters slick feminine folds instead that little stretch of skin he pauses with a quiet, curious sound.

Then he grins. "Oh, my, it seems you're full of surprises," he whispers. His fingers explore this just-discovered trait and he gives a heated sigh. "Mmmmmh, I think I like it..."

The array rotates faster, its glowing crystals creating solid-looking circles, now.

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Felih slowly, slowly, gives in. He presses into that kiss, ears low, tail quivering and fluffing up as his captor strokes over his skin, his body- and the touch moving over his balls has him moaning, shivering. But he flinches the moment Azwel's fingers find the hidden folds behind the sac, slick and clearly showing further signs of his desire, and he feels his face burning with mortification once more.

He squirms and tries to wiggle away from the touch, flustered, but the more the fingers stroke and rub over the folds, the more weak he feels, whimpering and panting, head falling back against the cushioned table while his cock spurts another burst of pre.

Azwel likes it. "Of course you would," Felih mutters, almost sulking, a pout on those full lips as he looks away. "Pervert." The word held no bite, however- surprising, considering Azwel was his captor, and he should be snarling more like a feral wildcat.

"You don't like it?" Azwel murmurs, smiling slightly. Sure, Felih's body says otherwise, but that pout--it's at once adorable and a little worrying. He strokes those folds a little more gently.

It's a good job Azwel never had any illusions that he wasn't an utter pervert, because he's not offended at all. He knows what he is. He tilts his head to kiss that pout off of Felih's lips.

Felih really does want to just hide away in a nest, or under a blanket, or anywhere he wouldn't be so bare. So exposed. So vulnerable- unable to even hide his expressions. The soft strokes have him biting his lip and squirming, with soft, short exhales he's clearly struggling to resist allowing into moans, the slick coating Azwel's fingers soon enough.

"Nngh... it- it's not everyone's cup of tea," he says very faintly, before kissing Azwel back, showing a little more curiosity in the press of his lips. His movements are hesitant still, unsure of any of this, but the kisses are tender and pleasant... and Azwel is attractive, warm, and has a very lovely scent. All in all, the man isn't the worst mate. He's... quite a promising one, it seems.

Felih's pride is just being tested in more ways than one, being left this vulnerable- but in a way he refuses to admit, it thrills him to be powerless. To just have to lie back and relax and feel.

Well, it definitely seems to be Azwel's cup of tea. He loves sex and he loves discovery, so this excites him even further. He kisses Felih's lips repeatedly, soft moans humming in his throat. His fingers slip into those folds, gently exploring the entrance within them. He's powerfully aroused by now, but he manages to look up at the whirling array one last time. He can't remember its collection phase ever starting so early or progressing so swiftly.

There's a corner of his mind that tells him he should be worried about overloading the machinery. But that would mean he'd have to stop. He cannot do that.

With another lustful moan he guides his now desperate, throbbing cock into those folds, slowly slipping in.

Felih is gasping, panting between kisses, whimpering and pushing his hips down against Azwel's fingers, unable to resist. He can't remember the last time he'd gotten some attention there- partially because he tended to hide that part of himself. But Azwel's fingers are firm and crafty, but gentle, only stimulating him more and making him squirm, slick against his fingers while his aching cock twitches and keeps its steady dripping of pre.

He's momentarily distracted by the machine's whirring. "Is- nngh- i-is it supposed to do tha-aaaah-!" he begins to ask, but the instant Azwel starts to push that thick, incredible cock into the tight heat of him, he gasps and squeaks, ears pinning back as he moans, thighs quivering. His walls cling to Azwel's shaft instinctively, pliant but tight, as if trying to milk his new lover.

"Aaah- ohgods-" he pants and hiccups, cheeks burning. How long has it been? This fullness, this heat- this man is stretching and filling him and making him tremble, and he's going to putty on the table.

"Mmmmm, that's normal," Azwel murmurs breathlessly against Felih's skin. "It's the collection phase."

Oh, but words flee as he feels that slick, tight heat around him. He moans throatily. "Gods, you feel so good," he breathes almost incoherently. His hips roll, moving his body against Felih's as his lips roam wetly over the other's neck. Presently he starts a rhythm, slow and deep.

He regains a little cogency, curving his spine and bracing his hands above Felih's head, grasping the cushion. His hips roll, lifting Felih's with every graceful thrust, searching for any sensitive spots he might have. For a moment he looks down at the other as he moves, his gaze warm and a trifle unfocussed with pleasure.

The instant Azwel is properly inside him, strong hips lifting his with each thrust, he gasps and mewls, shivering, squeezing around him with each thrust and starting to tremble all over. His cock starts to bob from the movement of their hips, making some pre spatter onto his belly, and he's a whimpering, moaning mess of bliss.

Kisses on his neck, a thick cock hitting him so deep and stretching him full, the pressure and angles lifting his hips and teasing so many neglected parts of him. Then with one particular thrust, he clenches and cries out, his body going weak as Azwel finds a weak spot and sends pleasure bursting through him, making him squirm harder, hips trying to buck against his in a desperate fervor.

Gods, he's going to cum. He's going to cum from a mad scientist who kidnapped him and tied him to a table and started to fuck him with that unfairly big cock-

"Nngh- aah- gods- I'm- I'm gonna- gonna- Azwel-!"

He'd curse himself for being so weak, but he aches for this. Desperate for release and satisfaction and bliss, and he tightens and trembles and feels the little burst of slick onto the cock inside him, but it's his cock really making a mess. The barbs flare and swell wide and thick, the shaft jerking obscenely as he spurts ribbons of thick white seed onto his belly, the contrast in color stark against dark skin. He can't think. He's dizzy and being fucked and orgasming and it's all so quick- he'd be embarrassed about how quickly he came if he were more coherent.

Once he hits that spot Azwel shivers with delight and angles his hips, moaning raggedly at how Felih moves under him, tightens around him.

Oh... oh, that is powerful.... So hot and slick and tight around him and he's a little startled when Felih reaches his climax so quickly. The array spins wildly, tiny arcs of purple electricity looping across the lower structure where the orb glows fiercely.

Still hard, Azwel slows, a dreamy smile crossing his face as his hips roll gently, now. "Mmmm, you've more, though, haven't you?" he whispers, his full lips hot and soft against Felih's for a moment. "I can feel it."

He kisses him repeatedly, with an aching slowness, tender and heated, a soft hum occasionally rumbling in his throat. He goes still for a moment but doesn't pull out, letting his throbbing heat soak into Felih's core.

Felih's dizzy and panting for breath in the wake of his first orgasm, and he's still quivering, feeling that cock still hard and deep inside him, keeping that thick heat throbbing against sensitive nerves and making him whimper for more. The gentle movements of Azwel's hips have his thighs quivering, soft whimpers and moans muffled into kisses.

Azwel kisses him tenderly, like a lover, attends to him so readily. Gentle and all about pleasure, and he whines when Azwel stops. He doesn't want him to stop, doesn't want him to stop now that he's gotten started.

The whisper is a tease, so Felih nips at his lip in return, light but chiding. It shows a hint of petulant protest, but lacks any fire, and his cheeks are burning hot as the rest of him. Ears still low, eyes half-lidded, refusing to meet Azwel's gaze out of his own mortification and pride.

"...if I say I have more, will you keep going?" Felih mumbles against his lips, coy and roundabout, refusing to admit he wants it- but he squeezes tighter around his lover, body refusing to give up its new toy, that lovely cock he's been enjoying.

As he kisses Felih so slowly and lingeringly Azwel listens carefully. The array is still spinning, still pulling in that energy, rotating faster again, now.

He gasps as Felih's teeth nip at him, the tiny bolt of pain only exciting him further. The challenge the Miqo'te murmurs makes him laugh breathlessly.

"Oh, yes," he breathes, his eyes falling shut again. "I certainly will." He captures Felih's lips in a deep kiss, tongue probing gently at his mouth as his hips start to roll again. He starts as slow and deep as before, his lips finally pulling free so he can breathe, but soon his movements grow more fervent, becoming a greedy thrusting. Their skin strikes together wetly but quietly, underscoring the soft moans Azwel can't stifle.

His hand steals between them as his spine curves again, caressing that wet length, fingers sliding over the fleshy barbs. He wonders what'd it'd feel like in his mouth. Or even in his core. He shivers heatedly at the thought.

Felih feels something in him just give in. Fuck it. He's already here, already stripped and aroused and full of this man's cock, already with his own seed spattered over his belly, and he feels good. Even if he won't admit he wants more, he can be coy about it.

"...I have more, I think," is what he mumbles softly against Azwel's lips before melting into those kisses. He's got a veritable well of it, endless if one considers his libido, and the cock stirring inside him is enough to have him quivering in his bindings again. "Ah- aahn- nngh! Hhn- ah-" His short little cries and gasps are getting more fervent as Azwel's hips take on that rough, greedy pace, striking so many sweet spots in him with each thrust.

As if it weren't enough, the hand on his cock is only making him climb to higher heights of bliss, and he whimpers and writhes, hips jerking as his cock throbs and spurts more and more pre over Azwel's hand, over their bodies, the teases to his barbs in particular making him mewl more noisily and shamelessly. It makes his cock jerk hard in Azwel's palm, heavy and plump balls pulsing under his cock- and atop Azwel's- and he's quickly starting to shake and buck, losing control.

His sensitive cock is obviously the easiest way to make him lose control, and his claws curl where his hands are tied and bound, toes curling the same, breaths uneven and ragged as he feels even more heat coiling and building at his root and threatening to burst. His inner walls are clenching around Azwel's cock, wanting to milk him, keep him rutting, filling him.

His kisses are more eager now, less shy, wanting so badly for more. He shuts his eyes in his bliss and just returns the pressure with equal amounts of his own, tongue and teeth playful with Azwel's lips. He's enjoying this, despite how mortified he feels to be stripped and spread and toyed with- but it's equally arousing as it is embarrassing, this loss of control.

It's almost too much, even for him--that soft skin, the way Felih moves, those hot squeezing walls around his cock, gods, even the pulsing throb of his balls. Every inch of him feels so damned good that Azwel almost fears he'll simply lose his mind. Drop his sapience into this vast sea of sensation and never find it again.

And the energy just pouring off of him sends the array whirling madly, now, the purple arcs snapping and writhing along its axle and around the sphere. Its light flickers around them and a thin, quiet hum fills the air.

If he's at all alarmed at how the array spins so hard that its support structures rattle, at how the collection orb glows blindingly, he doesn't show it, too lost in sensation. He won't stop. He can't stop. He's fallen into a desperate rhythm that almost feels as though it's taken over, that it's moving his body for him, pulling the rest of him along for the ride and hurtling straight for the edge. He has to pull his lips from Felih's so that he can breathe, and drops his head against the other's shoulder as his hips pump frantically, now.

He's not often driven this wild and he'd be a trifle disconcerted were he able to think at all. He's much more self-possessed than this, usually. In control and driving a sexual encounter himself. But this... gods, his blood boils in a manner it hasn't come close to doing in literally decades. He can't get enough. He can't stop....

And his hips buck wildly, driving into Felih as a choked sound tears itself from him and he grips a fistful of the cushion. This release shoots, hot and thick and forceful, into Felih's core and the collection orb flashes and an odd ringing fills the air.

Oh, gods, but he's not done. Oh, no. He keeps moving, slowing down a trifle but still pounding hard into Felih's core, a growling moan in this throat.

Felih's sensitive. He hasn't been fucked like this in so long, and certainly not so deeply, so fully, that thick cock ramming into him with wild abandon and never showing signs of faltering. He's writhing and mewling, head dropping back to the cushions as he cries out and feels the bliss building over and over again. He's helpless to do anything but take every last inch, have Azwel's cock pounding into him mercilessly, spreading the slick, tight folds in a way that makes Felih feel every stretch and push, making his walls squeeze and cling to that cock.

He feels the hot rush of seed into him, and he cried out and arched, mewling as his body instinctively tamps down around Azwel's cock to milk and greedily squeeze at him, entire body shuddering and trembling as he orgasms all over again. He doesn't get a break, with Azwel fucking him through his orgasm and just still going, making him squirt in two ways as his slit squeezes around Azwel's cock, and his thick cock starts to jerk and pump out another mess of thick, white seed.

Azwel is dominating him, atop him and fucking him senseless, growling like a virile nunh and coating him in his weight, scent, filling him with seed, and Felih's beyond the point of being able to think coherently. He's near thrashing on the cushioned table, writhing and crying out, hips jerking and moving in instinctive, uncoordinated ways in response to the endless jolts of pleasure, and tears start to well on his lashes as the pleasure becomes more than he's used to handling.

"A-Ah- aaaaahn- aaaaaaahnnn~!" The flared barbs of his cock are too sensitive when swollen and wide like this, and if Azwel keeps stroking him while he's like this, he just keeps spilling. Every pump along his shaft will reward the scientist with another burst of white, and it'll be like milking him for it, forcing more out of his pulsing, plump balls, leaving Felih weak and gasping desperately between his mewls.

Oh, that tight squeezing pulls yet more out of him, his cock pulsing and shooting again, mind tumbling into another climax... has he taken on more than he can handle? He shivers violently, his hand slipping away from Felih's cock, no matter how much he doesn't want to release it. But he's going weak, his eyesight whiting out for a moment.

Azwel pants loudly, his head dropping into the corner of Felih's neck, and his movements slow, his strength ebbing. He lies on top of Felih, catching his breath. Ah, god, but he still feels so good under him, and he kisses Felih's neck and lips, shivering, soft moans in his throat. Somehow this helps him to somewhat calm the desire that still quivers within him.

He looks up at the slowing array and the brightly glowing orb beneath it. Chuckling quietly he kisses Felih's lips one more time. "Mmmmmm, I think we've proven you can provide rather a lot of energy." Another kiss. "I really should change out that orb. Any more and it'll explode."

Felih feels even more heat pouring into him, filling him deep, making him shiver and whimper as he squeezes in rhythmic pulses around Azwel's cock. The tight clenches and spasms of his orgasm contribute to it, but even as he's trying to come down from his peak, he can't help but stay tight.

Eventually he's given a break when Azwel lets go of his cock and slows down his hips, resting atop him as they both gasp and pant for breath, Felih still dizzy beneath him.

Despite himself, Felih is purring. Loudly. He's in heaven, blissful and given such incredible pleasure and release, something he craves and needs so desperately. He's found an outlet for his needy libido, and he weakly melts into the last kiss he's given, eyes still shut even after their lips part. He's more focused on rest, on taking in oxygen and recovering from his climaxes, and he feels his cheeks burn.

He feels almost proud of the energy he's yielded. "...hah... w-what do you... intend to use... it for?" he pants, eyes still shut as he lies weakly on the table, chest heaving with his breaths.

"Hm?" He's distracted by the purring. "Oh. Usually I sell them to thaumaturges and mages. But I think I may keep this one."

He'd have to literally peel himself off of Felih and he doesn't want to move, but he really does need to put that orb in storage. Presently he does slowly pull himself out with a soft sigh and slides off the table. He's a little wobbly on his feet but still manages to make his way to the cluster of magitech, reaching in to carefully remove the orb. He takes a moment to show it to Felih with a wicked smile--it glows like a miniature sun, its purple colour lost to the brightness. He opens a case on a nearby table and carefully places the orb inside.

Next to it sits another case from which he plucks another orb, this time clear. He fits it into the device and then returns to the table, sitting on its edge.

"I have to say... I'm feeling a little conflicted," he says softly, stroking his fingers along the fur below Felih's navel. "Usually I send my test subjects on their way after a session in the extractor, and yet... Mmmmmm, I find I don't wish for you to leave." He climbs back onto the cushions with him. "You feel so good. And I suspect you may be even more insatiable than I am."

When Azwel pulls out of him, Felih whines and shivers, feeling some of the seed inside him slowly trailing out of his folds, making his cheeks burn. He must be such an obscene mess like this, ruffled and seed-coated and spread-bound, and he pants hard to catch his breath as he watches Azwel work and fiddle with the machine, replacing the orb.

It's the stroke to his happy trail of fur that makes his cock twitch again, his attention sliding back to the man himself, and he's still purring, eyes barely open as he looks up at him.

His tail is twitching back and forth, and he huffs and squirms.

"You're not done with me?" he mumbles, slightly relieved to find that Azwel usually freed his subjects afterwards- although it now makes him wonder if the man intends to keep him permanently, which makes him bristle.

Azwel chuckles softly, a low, quiet throb of sound. "Not yet, anyway." He's not terribly familiar with Miqo'te body language, but he suspects he might have hit a nerve. He leans forward and kisses Felih's neck. "I won't make you stay forever," he murmurs. "I don't think I have that much stamina."

Now he's actually pondering unfastening the restraints. He pauses, and probably presents an odd sight, on his hands and knees over Felih, his hair pushed over one shoulder, looking down at him with a lidded gaze.

"Hmmmmm," he says, drawing a finger along the crook of Felih's elbow. "If I untie you... would you agree to a little more fun in here before you run away?"

Felih shivers at the kiss to his neck, and the murmur is comforting at first... but he's not the type to trust very easily. After all, the man did kidnap him here, and he hasn't forgotten it just because of a few ~~amazing~~ orgasms.

"I still haven't decided if I like you yet," Felih mumbles at him with a stubborn pout, nipping at Azwel's neck when Azwel is still close enough to nip at. It's a chide and a scold, but still a little playful. "If you let me go I might cause trouble for that machine," he huffs, glancing aside and already wondering how to dismantle the thing, wanting to see how it works, how it ticks and operates.

In other words, Felih is fine giving up control like this for a little longer, even if he refuses to admit it outright.

Edited 2019-05-26 02:06 (UTC)

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