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TEST DRIVE MEME 004
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. This test drive meme provides a medley of prompts evoking the game's general tone.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, animated skeletons, aphrodisiac effects, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, knifeplay, potential dismemberment.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities. Note: the universal test drive arrival prompt will not be repeated on the coming event log, but players are welcome to reuse the prompt.
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences. This log additionally has warnings for: spiders, animated skeletons, aphrodisiac effects, exhibitionism/voyeurism, bdsm, kink negotiation, knifeplay, potential dismemberment.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest daylight. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the light has taken on a sickly green. You lie amongst the frost-covered mosses and ferns, the frozen soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born. As you sit up and get your bearings, aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember.
You seem to be alone. The gnarled oaks and moss suggest no sign of civilization or sentient life. Just flickers of movement from curious squirrels or brave lizards emerging from a temporary retreat from the wintry weather. With your feet under you, and you'll find the wood is filled with berry bushes and nut trees, though much of the fruit has been picked clean. The freshwater stream that runs north-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads, is running actively despite the growing chill.
wildlife encounters
The longer you hike, the more unsettling sights await you: animal remains, some partially stripped of their flesh or discarded entrails left exposed to the cold. As you continue on your way, you might even swear you catch a glimpse of what appears to be a fully-formed skeletal creature observing you from a distance. Surely, that’s just your mind playing tricks on you... These creatures may be unsettling, but they show no signs of aggression to folks who keep their distance.
In the forest, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist groups, others may still be processing their confusion, with no memory of how they got here. Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty; it's going to be a long hike, and the weather isn't quite amenable to your lack of.
Turn your back to the darker, shadowy parts of the forest and eventually the glow of manmade lights and the curve of a dirt road may come into view. At the edge of the wood, you'll find a town surrounded by a fifty-foot wall of beige stone. The only entrance is an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people inside.
This quaint, historic town of five-thousand has cobbled street and signs lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a grocer — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
When you enter, the streets are full of people, but despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, they don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. Those determined to find proper clothing regardless will find that modern clothing stores aren't available — the closest this town has is a tailor's shop and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
breaking and entering
If you intend to have your character break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry, please review the info about game laws on the FAQ and give the mods a heads up HERE.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! Anyone who ask the locals will be directed to the boarding house for both clothes and a place to stay. Accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines, beyond an overgrown yard in the residential sprawl of the town is a bright-red door, which opens to a spacious cottage of several stories. It's already full of people who appeared in the village just as you did today.
Tonight, a few of the townspeople will help out with the new arrivals. They stock the kitchen and prepare a communal dinner of parsnips, pheasant, and squash. During dinner, they (and those outsiders who've already begun to settle) sit down at the enormous wooden dining room table and help orient the newcomers and answer their questions.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try: naked hiking, acquiring clothing or other inventory items, asking questions at dinner/orientation, or staking your claim on a bedroom!
RECUMITA
The festival fills the streets with dancing locals and all the stuffs of a street market. Despite the challenges posed by the snow-in-summer, farmers are grateful to announce that the situation is not as dire as initially feared. As a result, the harvest festival of Recūmita becomes a celebration of unity and gratitude to their fellow townspeople for salvaging an almost-frozen harvest, the Duchess' magic for protecting and reviving it, and the 'Void-Touched' who braved the Void to strengthen her.Over the weekend, all regular work is put on hold, except for the necessary festival preparations. The streets come alive with vibrant stalls and stands, offering a wide array of delectable treats and refreshing beverages. From barrels of beer and cups of kvas to mouthwatering roasted meats, delightful squash-based dishes like pumpkin latkes, honey-glazed brussel sprouts on skewers, hot borscht in both pork and vegetarian variations, and tantalizing mushrooms stuffed with leeks, cranberries, and bryndza cheese, there is an abundance of flavors to indulge in.
The first day of the festival transforms the streets into a bustling night market, where shopkeepers organize an assortment of carnival-style games. Test your strength in arm-wrestling contests or challenge your pain tolerance in contests where individuals whip each other to determine who yields first, whether to pain or pleasure. In one corner, Terry's Rubean student sets up an unsanctioned fighting tournament, while in another area, a path of hot coals awaits the daring souls who wish to traverse it. Instead of traditional pie-throwing stands, knife-throwing stands attract participants who willingly become targets.
Enthusiastic Rubeans, particularly those involved in integrating the Void-touched, take it upon themselves to enhance the festivities. They recruit local participants and willing Void-touched individuals to partake in an impromptu stage performance, with no need for rehearsals. Come as you are and join the spectacle! Once the performance begins, the passion and excitement behind their efforts become truly evident, as all the performances call for explicitly sexual or violent acts to be performed together.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try entering the fighting rings, watching or joining a live sex performance, or eating some aphro food (deliberately or otherwise)!
the fathomless dark
At the outer edges of the forest, shadows grow long and the air grows thick. Though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset, the wood darkens. Birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs. Anyone who ventures out this way will soon find it difficult to see before them, even in the middle of the day — eventually, even the brightest magical light source or darkvision cannot stretch further than a few inches. In the void, the air feels heavy, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Characters who push too far into the void may stop being able to move at all, and find themselves given over to insanity if they collapse, unable to draw themselves out. This is just one of many dangers.
Monsters thrive this far out. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they attempt to use their webbing to entangle any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
In addition to the spiders, you may come across the sharp-toothed furred yetis that emerged during the snowstorm, still looking for a meal. Each one hunts alone, a fifteen-foot-tall shambling creature that drips black ooze and super-chills the air around it until your skin feels tight and icy. If it gets the drop on you, you're likely to be its dinner. It has emerged from a long summer hibernation to enjoy the colder weather, and it's starving.
Those who seem lucky enough not to run afoul of the monsters here are in for a worse fate. The void can play tricks on your senses. As madness sets in and you lose all sense of direction, you may also lose control of your body — what is that steers your hands to turn against your friends? Why does it sound like your own voice whispering?
In the fog, you may also hear the voices of those familiar to you — people you know from the town, or people whom you know with almost perfect certainty aren't here. these figments may recreate unhappy memories or force trespassers to hallucinate their worst nightmares. Nothing is as it seems in the void, and when you swing at these figments, desperate to silence them, it might not be a figment at all, but a friend in the flesh trying to help you. By the time you see their true face, it could be too late to stop yourself.
writer's block?
If you're struggling to pick a way to engage the prompts, try fighting a monster, hallucinating your worst nightmares, and/or attacking a friend or stranger!
HIDING INSIDE EACH OF US
Uh oh spaghetti-os.
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
Rubilykskoye's performance troupe is thrown into a state of panic as they make a shocking discovery: Vyanchaslav, their unofficial manager and conductor, has vanished without a trace! Vyanchaslav plays a crucial role in the troupe, overseeing small inter-troupe matters and having the final say on casting and rehearsal time. He is known for his reliability, making his sudden disappearance all the more perplexing, especially right before a major event.
The last time anyone saw Vyanchaslav was in their usual rehearsal space, just before a crucial run-through of their upcoming performance. His absence during that rehearsal was highly unusual, and it left the troupe members worried and confused. They are now frantically trying to piece together what might have happened to him.
As they search for Vyanchaslav, they notice a faint sound lingering in the air – the distant whine of a fiddle. However, there is something unsettling about it. As they follow the source of the sound, the room grows darker, and an eerie chill runs down their spines. Those who draw close enough to properly hear Vyanchaslav's song will feel inclined to dance themselves til their feet bleed, til their lungs give out. That is, provided they don't cut a devil's bargain with him first, selling something else to the devil in exchange for their freedom.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
The marks worn by all residents of Rubilykskoye aren't just cool body art, as it turns out. The town is full of rumors, whispered in shadows and over candles of a starving creature hiding in the dark corners of your chest. Feed your inner beast, they say, before it finds a way to feed itself.
Alas, its emergence is inevitable — sooner or later, the horrible things that happen here pile up and make someone repulsed by the idea of human contact. Someone holds themselves back, bites their tongue, or simply does not believe the stories. Today, for one reason or another, that creature is coming out. Someone hasn't been keeping it sated.
Symptoms escalate over weeks, from monstrous irritability to full-blown body horror transformation, where people physically shed their human forms and evolve into the monsters this place made them. Once a person becomes something more (or less) than human there's only one way to go back — sate the beast.
someone else transforms
Rubilykskoye's performance troupe is thrown into a state of panic as they make a shocking discovery: Vyanchaslav, their unofficial manager and conductor, has vanished without a trace! Vyanchaslav plays a crucial role in the troupe, overseeing small inter-troupe matters and having the final say on casting and rehearsal time. He is known for his reliability, making his sudden disappearance all the more perplexing, especially right before a major event.The last time anyone saw Vyanchaslav was in their usual rehearsal space, just before a crucial run-through of their upcoming performance. His absence during that rehearsal was highly unusual, and it left the troupe members worried and confused. They are now frantically trying to piece together what might have happened to him.
As they search for Vyanchaslav, they notice a faint sound lingering in the air – the distant whine of a fiddle. However, there is something unsettling about it. As they follow the source of the sound, the room grows darker, and an eerie chill runs down their spines. Those who draw close enough to properly hear Vyanchaslav's song will feel inclined to dance themselves til their feet bleed, til their lungs give out. That is, provided they don't cut a devil's bargain with him first, selling something else to the devil in exchange for their freedom.
(There are other monsters lurking in every townsperson — feel free to invent your own npc monsters and scenarios!)
you waited too long
At first, as you hide yourself from your darker impulses, a subtle itch develops under your skin. An irritability that makes you snap at the person who bumps into you on the stairs because all those fleeting emotions that you've been repressing bubble to the surface. Every dark thought you've had about being here, all the fears of never getting home, of being surrounded by ticking time bombs, the anxiety of wondering who you might hurt or what relationships you might betray by doing what you have to do. The anger. Oh, the anger.
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
Maybe you shut yourself in your room or run into the woods to hide away, but there's only so much you can do to deny the itch that grows into hunger like a spark catching and growing to wildfire. Someone comes to check on you. That knock on the door or crunch of leaves in the wood that fills you with dread at what you might do and hope that you will be sated.
As claws and fangs and scales and spines and fur grow and your body transforms with a sickening crunch of bones and peeling of skin, so do your appetites. If you won't sate them, you'll lose yourself to your beastly impulses sooner or later, mauling friends and taking your fill. Is it better or worse if only your claws get inside of them?
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He had never been one to pursue easy prey, after all.
His thinking mind does not catch up until they are at the edge of the forest, where the flickering torchlight of the town casts deep shadows into the gloom. Strange, that the scent of fir and loam is what brings him to his senses somewhat, facing off against a stranger human at the edge of the treeline. ]
You.
[ Khoriya looks through his own eyes as if peering through the holes of a mask, and his jaws works as he tries to wrest control of his tongue back from the bestial hunger that had taken control of him. Come closer, it wants to demand, and let me rend you from limb to limb. Come closer, and let me quench this burning thirst of mine with your blood and body. ]
You should have run faster.
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I should have.
( He concedes, getting a better look at Khoriya now that he has his chance. His fur and feral appearance, danger and intimidation that doesn't fail to have some effect on Javert. )
If I wanted to get away from you. I did not. Will you eat me, then, tear me apart?
( He speaks of it so casually, arms held out at his sides to show that there's no trap, no tricks. There's something wild in Javert's eye, too, something that wholly unlike the gentleman that he tries to present himself as. )
👀 do you have a pref between khoriya trying to chomp or trying to jump him? or... both.
Meat or mate? The animal cannot decide. ]
Strange. Are you so eager for death, human?
[ Stalking forward, Khoriya's long tongue curls over sharp fang and black lip. He is naked beneath the long cloak, and there is no disguising the stir in the heavy cock between furred thighs. If the man makes any sudden movements, he'll lunge. ]
Do you think yourself worth my while to eat?
both is good 😌
I am not a man easily broken.
( There's a strength to him that is as intimidating as it is useful. He can handle pain, blood — this creature's teeth in his flesh, biting into him. )
Catch me. See how much I please you.
( He offers in challenge, darting toward the forest as fast as his human legs can carry him. There's no fear in his mind that he will be able to outrun Khoriya, but he doesn't want to make it too simple or unsatisfying. In the forest no one will interfere — they can act as bestial as they desire, without drawing any unwanted attention. )
cw: animalistic behavior, dubcon vibes
Bafflement is an emotion that lingers only in the very back of his mind, the words stirring in him an unfamiliar hot yearning that Khoriya does not understand. But the inner beast is easily enticed by the challenge of broad shoulders and strong jaw, the cool and calculating way this human meets his gaze before he turns tail, inviting chase. A mate, then, demanding a show of force before submitting to being mounted.
The animal is glad to give that chase - no longer driven by the same vicious bloodlust, but something more playful, scrabbling claws against forest loam, loping steps allowing Javert to just slip from his grasp once, twice... before he hurls himself forward with every intention to finish this, clawed hands grasping at strong arms and heavy furred body pinning his prey down against the dirt, the thick and heavy weight of his erect cock pressed up against the curve of his ass. ]
If I did not know better, I would think that you longed to be under my claws. For me to have a taste of your flesh.
[ Spoken in a low, thrumming rumble, a provocative tease of hot breath and wet tongue lapping over the curve of Javert's ear, tasting the sweat of his skin. His teeth itch to sink into so spirited and bold a bitch, and Khoriya cannot help himself - nipping sharply at the muscled join of neck and shoulder, fangs drawing blood. ]
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He grunts when the creature finally throws himself upon him, knocking him to the ground and pinning him with his claws. The thick length of his cock swells against Javert's rear, rubbing at him through his trousers and awakening Javert's own. He doesn't struggle, shivering in Khoriya's hold as he teases him with tongue and breath, moaning as he speaks. )
Yes.
( He thinks, through the mental link between them, not realizing that he has done so, his lips never forming the word. That thought swiftly becomes a cry, his body writhing a bit beneath claws and teeth before submitting completely. Moaning one the initial pain fades, when all he can feel is Khoriya's fangs pressing into his shoulder, his thick body pinning him down. )
I am yours.
( He tilts his head just a little as if to offer himself, uncaring of how much blood the creature spills, if he will tear at his clothes in order to expose more of his skin. Such things can be mended, or replaced entirely. Javert's mind is far too addled to care. )
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[ Growled by the animal, the thought reverberating down the mental link he does not realize they share. If he were in his right mind, Khoriya would be horrified by his loss of control, the hunger awakened by the coppery taste of blood upon his tongue, how he aches for this stranger human who offers himself up so willingly, so sweetly to his savagery.
But any thoughts of the thinking beast have dulled to a low murmur against the pounding crash of desire in his veins, as Khoriya rears back, claws extended to all but tear off whatever clothing Javert might be wearing. Blunt claws catch and shred through thick fabric with sheer bestial strength, raking raw red lines over bared skin and drawing beads of blood up to the surface, blood that Khoriya finds himself wicking away with laps of long, wet tongue. Tasting of his prey as rough hands clumsily grope and yank at the tattered remnants of his clothing. ]
Are you a bitch in heat, then? Show me your submission. [ Khoriya can hear his own voice speaking as if from a long way off. Even in the throes of all-consuming lust, the wary animal demands surety - an old habit from life as a hated prince, whose eager and willing partners turned out to be eager assassins as often as not. ]
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He doesn't give any thought to his appearance, how indignant it will be to stumble out of the woods naked once more. All that matters is satisfying this heat in his veins, growing between his legs until he cannot bear it any longer.
He pulls himself onto his hands and knees, presenting his backside to Khoriya in a way that is entirely obedient. His legs parting if only to make it easier for the beast to slip between them, fit his cock inside in a way that leaves Javert trembling. )
Claim me. ( He rumbles deeply, looking over his shoulder at the great beast hovering over him. Begging, his eyes as honest as they are aroused. )
Please. I cannot stand it.
lmk if you'd like me to change up anything 👀 khoriya is just def too big to go j-jamming it in lo
The animal wants the rut, yes, but it wants to satisfy its mate too. And unlike the mindless beast, Khoriya knows well that trying to fuck Javert raw, with no preparation and nothing to ease the burning press of his cock into that tight ass would prove disastrous - even as the heat-addled animal claws at his insides, demanding he do exactly that.
A wet nose presses against the exposed nape of Javert's neck, the nuzzle of a bristly snout, and then... Khoriya begins to lick, long tongue dampening bare skin down the line of his spine. Tasting sweat and soap, a tinge of blood, even as broad hands grasp at his hips, pulling them up higher so that he can draw the flat of his tongue over the exposed pucker of his entrance. ]
jokes on him this just makes javert like him more
Javert is a creature of instinct almost as much as this animal, and everything in him is telling him to surrender, give in to his baser desires and allow Khoriya to mate with him. He gasps at every wet brush of the animal's tongue against his wounds, hands fisting into the dirt as he moves ever lower. The first lap of his tongue against Javert's hole leaves him trembling, shuddering with surprise and arousal both. A little embarrassed by how much he enjoys it, how eager he is to held down and taken by this beast.
Perhaps he misjudged Khoriya a bit, thinking him more of a mindless savage and beast than a being capable of care. He doesn't stifle any bit of his pleasure, moaning and opening himself even further, finding himself even more attracted to this man. Though he doesn't wish to think too much about how such kindness effects him. )
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In this brief moment, Khoriya and the lustful beast are of one mind, letting himself be guided by the shift of Javert's hips against him, the way he shivers and squirms. More... he wants more. More of those sweet and helpless sounds, more of the way his mate gasps and his length twitches beneath his attentions as Khoriya licks and fingers him open for his cock. ]
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He's still surprised by how gentle this ferocious beast is. Even the blunt length of his claws are careful, thrusting into him in a way that is more pleasure to him than pain. Javert's cock is as hard as can be, his mind filled with all manner of desires and emotions, wanting to be taken by this animal just as much as he wants to take Javert. His cries become more insistent, deep in tone and masculine, his body utterly submissive and trembling with lust as if he cannot contain it. )
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The selfish animal does not know patience, only anticipation, and what consideration it grants its mate is also in service to itself and the roiling desire pooling in its groin. Enough, it thinks, and draws back in one sharp motion, the press of thick fingers abruptly replaced by the blunt head of a massive cock without preamble or care.
Furred hips surge forward as Khorya forces himself into Javert with a deep thrust, whatever tenderness the beast might have intended lost to ravening desire as crushing jaws clamp down upon the back of Javert's neck - hard enough to bruise, if not to cause lasting damage. Sharp canines break skin, droplets of fresh blood welling from the implicit threat and a promise that it is far too late for escape. ]
You're mine. Mine to devour. To mount like a bitch in heat.
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He cries when Khoriya thrusts inside of him, stretching him further and more deeply than anything he's ever felt. The teeth against his neck keep Javert still, forcing him not to struggle or do anything to keep those teeth from digging in even further. Javert shudders at the thought, moaning with lust and an obedient sort of submission. )
I'm yours.
( He murmurs, his body adjusting to the intrusion as much as it can. Javert is certainly large enough in size, broad in width and just as heavy — but this beast is larger still. Javert will most certainly be feeling this for days, his body sore and wounded, marked with claws and teeth. )
Fuck me.
cw: fantasy racism
But here, his titles and reputation matter not at all. There is no resistance, no tension or terror, only the salt-sweat musk of arousal and the human's low, pleading voice, the slick sound of flesh against flesh as his throbbing cock eases into welcoming heat. Pulling back, sweet friction sends a white-hot jolt up his spine before he plows forward once again, deeper. And again, sheathing himself to the hilt as he fucks his eager mate into the forest floor.
The animal purrs in a deep thrumming growl as slavering jaws peel away, and a long, wet tongue wicks beads of blood from the nape of Javert's neck. Well pleased with its bold, stout mate, all heavy muscle and coiled strength, tamed by the force of his fang and cock. Even the mind behind the beast is caught up in the moment as Khoriya gives into the unspeakable tenderness that fills his breast, a broad hand covering Javert's even as he rubs the short, velvety-soft fur of his snout against a scruffy cheek. ]
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He wants to be bred, to feel this creature find his completion inside of him. Perhaps then maybe his madness will subside, allow him to come back to himself. He expects nothing but ferociousness and pain, an carnal desire to mate and trap his prey beneath him. He doesn't expect such tenderness, the paw on Javert's hand and tongue against his wounds. He whines, feeling his face burn bright with an unexplained warmth, respect or some other such emotion he cannot quite name.
Not that he's able to think too much at all, overwhelmed as he is. His hips rock back just a little, arcing his body up into Khoriya's own. )
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White-hot pleasure pours through him in a molten wave, spilling forth in hot spurts and Khoriya shudders as orgasm catches him off-guard, muffling himself by biting down upon that strong shoulder - deep enough to leave a neat imprint of tooth marks upon bared skin. ]
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Javert, however, has no such desire — once those teeth sink into his flesh, Javert careens into his release with a near-scream, body bucking forward as he spends himself in thick, heavy spurts onto the forest floor, again and again until he is shaking. His hand remains pressed beneath Khoriya's own, shuddering just as much as his body, but attempting to grasp onto him all the same. Hold him and clutch him in a way that is just as possessive as the fangs in his neck, keep the other creature close to him for just a few more moments. )
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The shame comes... but feels distant somehow, a half-faded bruise rather than a knife-sharp pang. There is still a sluggish heat in his veins, the lingering remnants of aphrodisiac, and even through the muddled haze of orgasm, he remembers that low-spoken plea, murmured between moans and cries of pleasure.
I'm yours. Fuck me.
So perhaps he had not been... it had not been as horrific an act as he'd feared. Slowly, Khoriya releases his jaws, leaving a ragged imprint of teeth upon Javert's shoulder. The inner animal howls reluctance even as he slowly begins to draw away, half-pulling out of Javert with another spurt of cum. ]
cw violence mention
He grunts, feeling Khoriya's seed drip down his legs and holding them together, looking at the beast from over his shoulder as if uncertain of his next move. )
Are you letting me go?
( He hasn't ripped him to shreds as Javert dared him to, hasn't clapped his fangs so hard on his neck that it would puncture an artery, make him bleed out. Instead, the beast had been almost gentle with him, in a way that Javert had found quite confusing, if not worthy of respect. )
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He will give into neither of these weak, pathetic desires, of course.
Javert's question, Khoriya misunderstands entirely as the fearful hope of battered prey that the predator might have lost interest. As the lustful haze recedes and the reality of their positions sets in - both of them naked and filthy, his cock still half inside the human beneath him, bared skin bruised and scratched and bloodied by fang and claws...
Khoriya swallows hard, schooling his expression into his usual blank mask of indifference as he meets Javert's gaze... though his ears flatten guiltily back against his skull. ]
...I have already done you enough injury this night.
[ His voice comes forth a low, toneless growl as he pulls back out entirely, shifting back onto his heels before rising to loom over the kneeling human before him. Caught between conflicting urges of savagery and tenderness, his mind is full of a fuzzy, panicked noise not unlike the chatter of birds, and Khoriya backs away a step, half of a mind to simply turn tail and flee. ]
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That is just as well. Coming back from the dead sounds like too much hardship.
( He shivers a bit at the chill, the sudden loss of fur and body heat, but he doesn't attempt to cover himself, doesn't attempt to sit or stand knowing how painful it might be. If it might spur something in this creature that neither of them can handle. )
You've done me no pain that cannot heal.
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His cloak had fallen in a heap in the midst of their wild mating, and he picks it up now, dropping the heavy cloth over Javert's bared body before stooping low and... hoisting him as one might a sack of potatoes, half slung over a broad shoulder, powerfully muscled arm curling over his thigh and a steadying hand firm upon his lower back. At the very least, he would... bring the human back to town, rather than leave him out here for some other predator to set its teeth into. The motion satisfies the snarling inner animal, calmed by the prospect of bringing its back to its own den.
This all happens in dead silence, Khoriya choking down the shame and weakness and wanting that fills his throat. ]
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Where are you taking me?
( He grunts, before his thoughts begin to spiral into something that seem preposterous. Javert lays against his shoulder with struggling, face burning with shame from the indignity of being carried, and the pleasure of having that thick body and well-muscled arm holding him in place. )
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[ Blunt claws catch against the rough fabric of the cloak, digging into Javert's hip as Khoriya shifts his grip so that well-muscled thighs now rest against the crook of his arm.
His mind is a black void, full of thoughts he does not allow himself to dwell upon: the warmth of the strong body pressed against his, hot breath against the fur at the nape of his neck. How the man does not cry out with fear or struggle against him, expecting the worst from his beastly captor.
No, Khoriya carefully thinks of nothing as he brings Javert back through the town gates, with every intention of depositing him wherever the human indicates. ]