With spit on his lips while he tongues between Hyth's fingers, Emet whines softly, letting his eyes close as he starts to feel the pressure he enjoys, detaches from his noble purpose and lets himself be if not nothing, something less than the great Emet-Selch.
There is nothing worse than being Emet Selch right now. A base, hungry concept easy to be put to use is a far more preferable existence at the moment.
"So adaptable, my lovely concept is," Hyth purred as he continued his probing. "A wild beast or a tame pet, as I choose. I will be giving this one very high marks indeed."
His fingers abruptly spread apart, opening Emet-Selch up further.
Emet-Selch moaned abruptly, mouth working around Hyth's fingers, his eyes opening and then closing as he writhes un the bonds he could easily break if he saw fit. But his eyes roll in his head, and that inhuman hunger for more stirs in his aether-rich soul.
This one, he wants to say, is very good and deserves more. But instead muscles flex and relax, fingers curling and unfurling as he restrains himself as much as the bonds do.
Hyth is happy to say it for him. "Well, it's been so good for the inspection, I suppose I might as well give it a reward. To encourage good behavior."
His breath ghosts over Emet-Selch's cheek as his fingers pull out, slickness called from aether pouring across his palm. "Spread your legs a bit more, dear construct, if you wish it?"
If he wishes! Oh, Gods be good, he does. Exhaling in a rush, Emet-Selch moves to make sure he has room, to give Hyth is most sensitive, delicate parts, vulnerable and completely at peace with it. He knows Hyth would never harm him, and his trust is total and complete.
That is some of the bliss of being what he is, before Emet-Selch's overwhelming power. He can let it overtake him, or he can press back and know what he can do won't harm his lover. He pats Emet-Selch's cheek and he slides in, cooing at him for being such a good concept. So obedient and yielding. So warm and tight.
The sigh Emet-Selch lets free is both one of relief and one of adoration; he loves his Hyth so much, so stupidly much. Even when he is cross with Azem, who roams and returns home when they will, Hyth is always there to make sure he knows he is still loved.
He lifts his head a little, trying to reach Hyth however he can-- mouth, eyes, sobs of need. Whatever he can give to Hyth, it's his. His body welcomes him in, greedy and loving, and yes, obedient and completely pliant.
And Hyth takes it, slow and deep, forgoing all his little roleplays to kiss Hades full on the mouth and drink himself full of those lovely kisses. Azem is fickle, and that is his part to play. Hyth has long ago accepted this. But he will be here for Hades to come home to, when the mantle of Emet-Selch weighs so heavily on him that he has forgotten he is also Hades.
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There is nothing worse than being Emet Selch right now. A base, hungry concept easy to be put to use is a far more preferable existence at the moment.
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His fingers abruptly spread apart, opening Emet-Selch up further.
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This one, he wants to say, is very good and deserves more. But instead muscles flex and relax, fingers curling and unfurling as he restrains himself as much as the bonds do.
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His breath ghosts over Emet-Selch's cheek as his fingers pull out, slickness called from aether pouring across his palm. "Spread your legs a bit more, dear construct, if you wish it?"
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He lifts his head a little, trying to reach Hyth however he can-- mouth, eyes, sobs of need. Whatever he can give to Hyth, it's his. His body welcomes him in, greedy and loving, and yes, obedient and completely pliant.
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