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Everywhere.
From the front porch's wooden steps to the soft pastel blue walls of your hallway. The trail was thick and thoroughly soaking into the mahogany floors, color seeping into each inch of the boards and dripping down in large droplets from the edges of every surface.
It was like a horror scene. Bright hues and pigments screaming out yet buried deep into everything like a fox burrowed in its den. If the fading reddish-pink hues sprayed out against your entire house wasn't already worrying, the back door was torn open, hinges creaking, barely able to hold their weight. The mesh was hanging low as you pushed past the ruined screen and moved through to the strewn about kitchen.
The table on its side by the front room, more bright red, and chairs scattered about. One of the feet was torn off and tossed aside, the wooden splinters just barely poking through the leather boots that concelled your feet from the dangerous floors and staining.
It seemed like the trail faded slowly with every step the stranger who broke in took. Gradually it becomes more of a shape, footsteps outlined with tiny droplets around it. Finally, they ended by the front window, near the bathroom, where water was being run.
It was nerve-racking to reach forward and grasp where a stained hand once touched only minutes before. The liquid was still wet here, unlike the mess back outside. They had come inside just moments before…
Betraying any stealth you had hoped to achieve, the door hinges creaked loudly as the door slowly inched further open. A head of bright pink hair turned and, in a panic, tossed what was in their hand. Within seconds a bottle of shampoo collided with your face, and the man rushed forward with a worried yelp.
"Are you ok?!" Techno's voice was softened with worry as you folded over in pain. That man had an ARM on him, JESUS! "Look up, let me see."
"Techno, I'm fine, really. So what the hell are you doing here?"
He pulled back and swallowed slightly. Thankfully the damage in here wasn't as bad as outside. However, there were more significant issues. That being, the very much so drenched techno blade standing beside the small porcelain bathtub that barely would be able to hold a child, let alone this 7-foot tall blood god.
One of his hands came to rest on your shoulder, more color bleeding out onto your ((new)) shirt that Philza had bought. The look on his face would've been concerning, but maybe it was the fact most of his skin was covered in the shade of lucifer's asshole.
"I just need to stay one night, and ill be gone."
"That isnt what I'm worried about…I mean, I know you gotta get back to Phil's, but you do…ya know…kinda live here…" Pausing, you shook your head with a deep sigh. "What even made you…why…Do I want to know?"
"….Not really."
You sighed tiredly, eyes fluttering closed as the hand left your shoulder and instead moved to brush away a loose strand of hair in front of your face. A smear of pigment lingered over your skin as he cringed. "Techno…Ugh, fine. Get undressed."
A small smile crossed the tall pigman's expression, hands quick going to work on taking off the layers of armor, plating, and random fur pieces. With every trip to the tundra with Phil, it seemed that it added more to the collection of Furs, pelts, and other warmth-inducing clothing pieces. That would've been nice had that not all been stained in the process and now piled up for you to wash.
But that could wait for later. Right now, it was more important to get the color out of the poor boy's hair and skin.
A small basket was settled down on the floor with bath salts and other products accumulated over the years. Anniversary gift here, moving present here, goodbye gift there. It seemed like they would never be used, but today was their day to shine.
As soon as the top popped off the small glass bottle, the strong scent of Liliac, roses, and Ghast Tears filled up the surrounding area. From nearby, Techno was carefully unlooping the leather belt around his waist, slender form on show as the clothes piled up near the corner. Gravity was doing its part in making it seep out onto the tiles as he added more and more. Finally, after a few moments, Techno was stripped down to just boxers.
Usually, he would try and grab your attention; Subtly, of course. But, whether it was flexing out his muscles while you watched that evening's training or late nights when the day faded to night, and the only thing you could see was the tensing of his skin and the glistening of sweat across that fantastic chest, he would try and look his best.
Techno wasn't ignorant or egotistical ((well, more than would be expected from someone so powerful)), but when it came to you? Of course, there would be some form of trying to impress the other. Maybe deep down, he just craved approval, to get that blush on your cheeks and amusing soft stutters. Even after all these years, it never got tiring.
So when he quietly leaned down, bruised lips just brushing past the shell of your ear, he delighted in the shiver it sent down your entire body. It was small, yet so, SO cute. A chuckle soon followed before a peppering of kisses started up and down your neck while the bath filled with transparent bubbles reflecting every light in a rainbow of colors.
"T-Techno…Techno, come on, babe." Your voice whined out as you turned gently, the sitting position having you on your knees before the tall man. "We gotta get this stuff off of you."
"Can't help myself. Join me?"
"You already got me dirty, so I don't see why not."
"………."
"Don't even say it, heathen." There was that deep chuckle again. The one that vibrated up his throat until it bubbled out to bless your ears. How could one man have such a perfect voice and laugh? Who blessed you to be able to listen to this angel's laugh?
Well, that was a question for another day.
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist before lifting you up, the height difference so obvious it almost hurt. Techno was a tall boy all the way to when he was but a young Piglin. The years only added more and more growth until he stood at a towering 7 ft 2, with hair so long you could strangle a man with it ((Lord knows he's tried it before)). So even if you were the tallest for an average human's height, Techno would be a whole foot taller.
The kisses ceased for a moment to allow your hand to shift down and turn off the bathwater and start stripping down. Your feet had barely settled down onto the ground before Techno was moving up and helping lift the soiled shirt, fingernails skimming against the surface of your waist and leaving gentle scratches along the way.
Most days, he would wear metal finger plates for a sharp blade-like up-close attack, but they had been discarded long ago. Even without the scales, it felt like a gentle knife was barely skimming over the surface of your skin, scarcely daring to prick at the thin layer of protection and draw blood but ultimately moving away before it could snap.
Moving up, they gently teased at the slight dip in your neck, resting there heavily and barely cusping around it. Techno would never do anything to hurt you. Even when hell is pounding on the back door or when the voices grew too loud on those hard nights, Techno would never dare endanger the ones he loves…
Well, that's what he had argued with himself.
But all the others weren't the same. It wasn't as deep as you and Techno. They didn't understand what you and Techno had been through. That's why you didn't flinch or cower at the gentle presence of strong hands flexing around your throat, experimenting with different pressures as you were pulled closer. It was a sensual yet powerful reminder of how much of a man Techno was.
Sometimes it seemed like people forgot that. Sure, he did help out around the house with dishes and chores, but this man? Not just some potato farmer or friendly deity who helps out around the house. They weren't the same.
This man was different.
This was the blood god; legends were written about the man before you. Glistening with sweat and dirt and shades of red. A warrior sent down to cause Chaos and bloodshed, yet at the will of some mortal, he fell in love with. Isnt it beautiful? To make a god fall to their knees just for some resemblance of praise? So lustful for violence yet soft when it came to his lover. The line between madness and pleasure, love and death, fear and admiration.
The feelings twisted up inside the man's head some days. How could he betray his monstrous nature for some mortal? The voices would say it's weak, pathetic to love and grow instead of facing the truth. Techno wasn't a man. He was a beast.
But at this moment, he felt like a man. Almost like he was good enough to warrant being by the side of a woman he saw as perfect. In his eyes, the real god in this relationship was clear—the goddess of beauty, forgiveness, of gentle kindness. Never raising your arm to harm another, always taking people in with caring eyes that held some deeper story. The waves of time and sorrow carved away at the strong-hearted girl in your childhood to make a strong-hearted woman, eyes deep with stories untold of misguided justice or betrayal. They made you better as you grew. But strength doesn't mean cruelty; it doesn't mean you have to succumb to the expectations of all who did misdeeds.
That's what Techno loved about you. How he could look down into your eyes and see the kindness behind them. No fear, no worry. Love.
Burning love, pure in its nature and ever-expanding with each day. Maybe it wasn't always pure per se, but the thought is there, and that's what matters.
The bath finally finished filling, and the two of you parted, Techno finishing stripping while you added more salts and flower petals. Since there would be two people in such a small space, the water was lower than usual but almost instantly expanded as his body eased in slowly. You both watched as it diluted into a light pink as the blood washed off.
"Don't worry about the water getting too dirty. I had Wilbur install a plumbing system that filters the water every few minutes. I don't really see the need for it, to be honest, but he looked so happy to try out Redstone on the house." You mumbled while inching next to the porcelain with the discarded bottle from before. "Let me get in a few washes to your hair before joining."
A nod followed in agreement, the pink locks of hair flowing out as his head dipped below the surface of the water. It was almost like a mermaid's hair, slowly shifting through the water as if each strand had a mind of its own. Mystical was probably the best choice of word for the look. ((It also reminded you to send Sally and Wilbur another letter after this for Techno to bring.))
A clawed hand rested over the edge, arms limp with relaxation as his chest raised slowly and stuttered from the first touch. You had gotten to work instantly, scratching his scalp and slowly rinsing Techno's head until It was all wet before dolloping shampoo into the palms of your hands. More Lilac filled the air as it was worked in, and you leaned down closer. A soft kiss was placed just above his forehead; the red-shifted onto your lips even from such a gentle brushing of a touch.
Every few moments, the bathwater would go back to its initial clean state as more and more of the hues drained out. Within seconds you could see the pale and soft skin of Technos body, the light glistening in each drop that made its home atop his exposed skin. The scars that littered his chest were constant reminders of wars and battles fought way back when. Back when the voices were louder, back when Dream was still his' friend.' Then there was the branding like tattoos.
The wither-like imprint of skulls, bones, and magic scrawled out like scripts along the man's back. They were heavily imprinted into his skin to the point that nothing would ever get them off or fade. It was a curse, a constant reminder, only barely hidden behind thin clothes and a layer of ignoring.
During the first few months of dating, it was practically impossible to get the man to take his shirt off. No way in hell, nuh-uh, not gonna happen…
That lasted about a week.
But deep down, it was more the being self-conscious or worried about what others thought. It was knowing there was proof embedded within one's own very flesh of every sin ever committed by his sinful hands. On the nights where you would claw at his back needing, scratching the skin and littering it with those beautiful red marks, he wanted to tell you so many thanks. Most times, when you were deep under the veil of lady Hypnos's doze, the sweet mutterings of thank yous would pour out in between the sheets and into the sweetened surface of your flushing skin as Techno kept the overwhelming wash of love at bay.
All those scratches were marks on a canvas, turning the wretched artwork before it into a collage of a lover's touch. They were trophies of what came the night before, a sign of power and lust and love. No longer a curse but a blank slate to carve your passion into.
For now, Techno remained laying chest up, body fluttering in response to every soft lingering skim of your fingertips. They dipped below the water to gently stroke along his lower stomach and scrub away more of the grim left there. Maybe the intention of purity was there at first, but just like the red pigment that covered him, it soon washed away.
A soft groan followed as you gently wrapped your hand along his cock, stroking their tenderly before teasingly stopping at the base. Techno felt much too tired to argue or request for a faster speed. Instead, he just relished in the soft touches.
It was seldom time allowed for more intimate acts like this. Not that Techno couldn't make time for it, it's just that with the current events, more tiredness would take over and the nights were spent cuddled up close on the cold winter nights instead of twisting limbs and heated bodies. Nevertheless, Tehnco allowed your soft, tender hands to make work of his slowly growing cock, hips stuttering slightly and more warm sighs escaping with every twist upward.
One of his eyes opened to watch as you leaned down for a kiss, lips just a soft feather-like touch on his before moving down. They touched every scar, every sunspot, and imperfection along its journey before settling to rest by the waterline.
"Your beautiful, my love." His voice murmured out while reaching to stroke your hair, fingers tangling into the locks and gently wrapping his hand in them. "Will you join me now?"
Your head lifted up, and you answered his question with another soft peck to the cheek. "Yes, my son of Eris."
The sweet nickname didn't go unnoticed but was pushed aside for now. There would be time to dwell back on the pleasantries after your bath when there would be more peace and quiet inside the bedroom.
For now, he watched with a silent appreciation as each clothing item was stripped away. The materials twisting and unfolding, curling onto the floor in its silky pile before being kicked aside for later.
That twinkle of mischief had sparked back to life as each inch of skin was revealed to hungering eyes. They drank each curve and surface, every soft mark from last night's endeavors and every place that would otherwise be seen as overlooked. Nothing escaped his lingering eyes as you carefully pressed one leg into the water and slithered between the space of your lover's long legs.
Strong arms came to rest atop the bath's edges as water engulfed both of your bodies. The salts had given the water a sweet scent even with the imperfections your tired bodies had introduced to it, the soft flowery smell almost sleep-inducing as your head rested by his left pec.
"How was your visit, darling?"
"Mm…As one would expect from my family." Techno placed a hand on your hip, softly jostling you closer as the water gave a tiny wave at the movement. "They send their regards."
"I should tag along with you next time. It's been a while since we had a get-together. I'm sure Tommy and Wilbur have grown so much since we've last been."
"They…they have both been busy. I don't want you to involved-"
"Nonsense. They are family. I can't simply ignore them every time a fight breaks out." A stubborn tone had taken over before slowly melting back into a calm, soft purr. "I’m sure you will be alright spending one night with your wife and family.”
“I suppose I’ll have to learn to survive.”
“I suppose you will.”
Glancing back, you smelled, hand resting on the curvature of his stubbled jaw. Tiny pinkish hairs were starting to grow in there, the texture rough like spiked animal fur and scratchy when he leaned into it gently. A kiss was placed atop the thin golden band placed around your ring finger.
Ah, the ring. It glimmered brighter than any diamond or emerald. Gold traded from only the best of Piglins, encased with enchanted magic and varnished with Ghast tears and Dragon breath. The others joked, saying it wasn’t the magic that gave the material strength, but the power of your unfiltered love to Techno, and vice versa. Cheesy to be sure, but every time someone mentioned it, Techno would get that deep smirk and seemed so proud. Golden treasures had undoubtedly come and gone over the years but nothing compared to the simple band.
Every soft sight leaving his chest slowly moved your head up and down as hands pressed closer and closer. They dipped down between your legs with skilled precision, moans bubbling up through your throat as Techno peppered kisses down your shoulder. “I'm sorry I've been gone so long, my love….”
“T…Techno~”
“Yes? Is there something you need?” Teasingly, his fingers skimmed up your folds, dipping in for just a moment to tease at your hole before moving back to your hips. “I'm afraid I can't help unless it's clear what you desire from me.”
“You…bastard…”
“Ah, strong langue for such a small girl.”
“Compared to you, I'm sure any woman would be small. Most MEN are smaller than you.”
“Well, I would assume 9 inches is more than avera-“
You burst out into a laugh as he chuckled. “Oh my god, shut up. You know what I meant.”
“I have no idea what you could possibly be implying.” Techno rolled his eyes with another chuckle. “Even at a time like this, you love to make me laugh. Cant we be serious?”
Your body twisted around slowly, the water just slightly splashing over the porcelains edge and making small puddles along the floor where a few articles of clothes had been left. The material absorbed it quickly as your hands rested along Techno's front chest tattoos.
The black ink twisted and curved into different intricate designs. It seemed to tell a story, various pictures of bowing civilians worshiping a statue of a piglike man, then shifting to varying types of weapons covered in blood, flora, and minerals. Moving down, the inks faded to soft pale skin and defined abs that built up after years of working on his body. The body of a god sculpted to perfection was currently lying beneath yours, and boy was it more than you bargained for.
“What benefit is there to stay serious all the time? We spend so much time trying to seem older in this world, to seem respectful, but when was the last time you genuinely relaxed? Can we not have a moment to ourselves without worrying about what is going on beyond these doors?”
“Mm, I simply figured with the context of our situation, you would prefer a more serious node. That seems to be inaccurate, however.”
Eyes moving back up, you reached up to push back those silky oft strands of hair in front of his blood-red eyes with tenderness. The lock twirled around your finger before bouncing back to normal as your hands drifted back down slowly, and a sigh escaped through your stained lips. “My love, no more talking. I've missed this too dearly to muddle our affections with more words.”
That was enough for Techno, a smile filtering along his lips as they rushed forward to encase yours in a quick-paced lock. His long digits came forward to grasp at your chest, nimble fingers making work of your nipples before quickly going back to squeezing. His movements would change between gentle stroking and a slightly harsh tug every few moments before eventually pulling back completely. A groan of want passed between your lips as he chuckled cruelly.
Most times, he would wait for you to beg. Make you collapse and sob for him as if your very life depended on having his cock inside you and utterly wrecking you. But he felt merciful today. Techno didn’t desire to make you worship him, quite the other way around, actually.
The man who has others bowing before him wanted to bow before you instead. To worship his goddess and her body like a sinner at the altar. Did he deserve to touch someone so perfect? So soft and so small compared to him, so beautiful…
He whispered these things into your ear as your back was slowly pressed to the porcelain, his body hovering above and cock resting heavily on your stomach. The slow grind of his hips bumped the tip of him against your part lips, the promise of deep it would go looming in your thoughts. He even paused for a moment, moving your hand down to place his cock over your body to see how deep it would go.
“Look at that…Do you see how far up it goes? It's going to be that deep inside you, my love…I'm sure if you were to keep your hand here, you would feel it, wouldn’t you? Do you want that?”
“P-Please…”
“Tu me deiecerit feram…numen meum.” A shiver raked through your already quivering body as soft-spoken Latin fell from his parted mouth. His natural-born language was a weak spot, only a few phrases you had picked up over the years, but it was much more fun not knowing what he was saying. “Im 'iens ut conteram te, amica mea…”
Lifting your hips with his much large hands, the tip slowly pushed in, hips struggling to keep from bucking entirely in at once. It would be cruel to try and force it all in at once. But he desired to break you all the more, to overwhelm your tight body with his hard cock shoved so deep it was almost to your stomach.
The thoughts of his roughness were soon wilted away as his attention came back to the soft whimpers coming from below. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes but refused to fall, hands coming to grasp at his flexing biceps and face yearning to bury into the soft skin of his tilted neck. Then, moving down, he kissed the edges of your eyes with a tender hum, tongue flicking out to lick one away as you whimpered louder.
Every slight jostle had a sharp sting strike through your lower half before very slowly melting into a pleasurable wave. Then, after a few moments, Techno would move closer, another inch, more kisses along your tear tracks, and more gentle caresses. By the time he was to the hilt, the bump was, in fact, there. A proud and egotistical smirk taking over his face as your hand was pressed down against it.
“You took it all. I'm so proud of you, my love. Can you feel my tip? It's so far inside you…Right where it belongs…don’t you agree?” Pulling away slowly, the water gave a quick brushing over your breasts as he pumped back in gently. “This is what you were made for…To be below me, taking me in so amazingly. Are you sure you aren’t the goddess Hedone? Lustus vultus in vestry….”
A few moments passed with the slow pace, hand fluttering here and there to add to the already growing pleasure knotting up inside the two of your bodies. It was times like this where the idea of soulmates seemed plausible. Two souls intertwined, both as lovers and in a bodily sense. As if sensing your thoughts, he pushed even deeper, hitting that spot so far up inside you that more tears escaped as unmuffled gasps filled the echoing room.
But it wasn’t tears of pain, no, not anymore. It was pure bliss.
Techno reached down to grab your ass, hips lifting yours up and other hand going up to gently hold your neck again. It kept your head pinned down as he sped up, eyes flickering between the sinful sight of his cock pumping inside your quivering cunt and shaky legs, then back up to watch as your eyes rolled around with every thrust.
Pink locks of hair caressed your skin along with the rough hands. They slowly brushed up against your heated-up skin. The water droplets cool when they fell down against your arching-up body.
Another wave of speed came and went, his hips going from a harsh pounding too fast to even comprehend to a slow and steady roll before repeating. The hand once placed to feel at his cock was moved up to grasp the gods back and tug him closer.
A louder gasp emitted from the man as your nails made home into the surface along his slender back. They pricked at the skin and caused him to bit down harshly on the nape of your neck, where previous love marks were finally starting to fade away.
The pain was nothing compared to pleasure when the pace speed up. Tiny droplets of blood slowly rolled along your shoulder as his long tongue rushed to grab each. Every lick seemed to cause his hips to buck harder, deeper, rougher.
It was too much-
It was too good-
“TECHNO-“
“F-Fuck!” His hips jerked away instantly, ears ringing and hands shaking from self-restraint. Tears openly fell as you tried to force his body closer. “shit…I…Fuck…”
The tears only fell as begs washed out in a huge waterfall. Hands that once grasped along his pale skin now reached forward desperately, trying hard to convince the man to continue and not deny your orgasm any longer. But no matter how much you sobbed out his name, he remained still and watching, eyes fluttered closed and hands slowly closing before opening again.
Finally, when he deemed your cries calmed down enough and your legs no longer shaking, Techno reached down to flip you over. The bathtub's surface was cold as your tits were shoved against it, nipples hardening even further at the hard feeling as his skilled hands readjusted everything.
Within seconds he was laying across your back, hand making its home again on your neck as the other stroked over your perfectly bent over ass. “You didn’t ask for permission…Ego credebam te esse bona puella?”
“I-I'm sor-ry, plea…please-“ You choked out needily, eyes fluttering closed and legs spreading further.
“What a sight you are. Such a mess as well…You really do need my cock, don’t you?”
“Y-yes…I need…I need it more than a-anything….”
“That’s right, more than any mortal man could give you….” This seemed to be the correct response as his tip finally pushed back in, pace brutally fast without any warning. Loud slaps of skin filled the room and bounced back to your ears, the sin so beautifully overwhelming that it couldn’t be wrong. “It feels so much better than that mortal brother of mine, doesn’t it?”
The punishing thrusting was too much for any thinking to even start. Maybe if Techno was just going a tad bit slower, you would have picked up on the subtle mention of his brother or how his grip tightened in what seemed to be a jealous rage. It didn’t matter, though. It didn’t matter when he hit that spot so hard that your brain melted and became mush.
All that came out was gargled moans and strangled gasps of some gibberish. Techno knew you wouldn’t cum without permission, so he simply watched as your mind barely grasped what was left to try and not orgasm. It would be much too cruel for him to break you and make you cum without his approval, then punish your behavior.
Instead, his hand reached down to stroke at your clit while pushing your hair back. The look on your face was enough to make his hips quiver and cock throb, gaze staring into your shaky one as he shoved in deeper. “Cum…now, bona puella.”
That was all you needed to hear.
Your voice was horse as your orgasm finally flooded over, body raking with shivers and small jerks with every thrust. Techno didn’t slow or go gentler, fingers working over your quickly unstimulated clit while still pumping your pussy for what it's worth.
The pain simmered deep below the pleasure of finally reaching orgasm as the man threw his head back. Then, without warning, he twitched, cock flooding you with his warm seed and body shoving as deep as possible. What felt like a mini orgasm rushed over as his cum kept filling you up until he had finally finished.
There was no movement for what seemed like a decade. For a moment, Techno worried you had fainted. Maybe mortals couldn’t handle such a punishing session…But thankfully, after a few moments, your body shifted slightly, his cock bumping around inside you, causing another moan to escape.
“Are you alright?” His lips kissed along the new bruises forming on your neck and shoulder. “I won't move until you tell me…Just try and catch your breath….”
“t-thank you…”
“Of course. You did so well for me, such a good girl. Why don’t I go put you into bed, and we can rest for the night…Ill clean in the morning.”
“Mm, ok, darling. I love…I love you.” A sleepy yawn interrupted, and he laughed softly. “You can move now.”
Rays of sunlight slowly passed the silk curtains, the rays illuminating every surface with a golden glow. Of course, the sun had to be up for a few hours by the time it actually reached the point when you woke up, hair messy despite Techno brushing it the night before and helping with your night routines. But, judging by the sweet scent of maple, floury goodness, and the strewn about sheets, Techno had been up for a while now.
The mirror resting on your bedside allowed you to get a slight grasp on the damages.
Somewhere along the line of fucking last night, his name was etched in scratches along your shoulders and littered with bite marks. Thankfully, the skin seemed to have been cleaned the night before, and it seemed to finally go down in swelling. A few layers of tundra wear would keep it away from sight.
The soreness between your legs, however, didn’t pass.
Getting up was currently impossible. Just applying a little weight on your feet had your body collapsing backward with a sharp inhale.
“Damn it…”
“I suggest you stay lying down. Breakfast in bed will do.” A, speak of the devil. “Pancakes?”
A soft hand pushed your shoulder down, eyes skimming over the bare expanse of your chest. Slightly nodding, Techno gave a gentle smile. It was as if the god was sizing up his brandings on your skin. But, of course, no amount of love bites or marks would genuinely show how adored you were to the man.
Technoblade leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before shifting the tray of food over your waist. His hand cheekily reached down to stroke your thigh, mouth twisting with amusement at the feeling of your slickened folds. “Ah…Did you dream of me?”
“Perhaps I did. I'm starving, however, so you will have to wait.”
“I can multitask.”
“Pardon?”
“Shhh…Focus on your food. I've been waiting for my breakfast as well~.”