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Walking along a stone cold path, Atlas looked up the hill. At the top, stood the Palace of Etrea, the home to the Lord Regent- Zi’eer. The fourth prophet of the Ministry. As much as he hated seeing the man's blindfolded face, it was a necessary part of his journey. Without seeing Zi’eer, he wouldn’t get the key to the Duke of Erisia’s manor… That he had foolishly lost.
So this was a much unneeded trip, if he hadn’t misplaced the key. Sure, he could ask a guild-mate to unlock the Duke’s lab for him… but he didn’t want to rely on someone else every time he went to “fight” the Lord… They couldn’t know about their affairs- or well, he didn’t want them to. With as much teasing as they do already, they really didn’t need to know.
Walking up steps he could easily skip entirely, a feeling of shame washed over him at just how stupid he was to misplace the manor key. It was a good thing that Lord Regent seemed to have… a copious amount of copies. Surely he wouldn’t mind giving him another one. Depths below, he probably won’t even question it. Maybe if Atlas was a Contractor, he’d get a scolding, but he wasn’t.
Passing by the old Etrean man that stood by the former king's statue, Atlas gave him a polite wave. As usual, it was paid no mind, the elder quickly returning to his prayers. Before, it would have stung deep in his chest at being ignored, but he’d gotten used to it over the many, many years he’s lived.
He continues on the stone path, in no real rush. Etrea was beautiful, despite the eerie silence that loomed over it. One that never seemed to dissipate. It wasn’t every day he could just take things easy like this… the threat of being ambushed whenever he was anywhere outside of a city… By bandits, Ministry goons, or just assholes looking to ruin someone's day for a bit of fun. Atlas wanted to savor it while he could, even if the Royal Etrean Guards glared at him from underneath their helmets, waiting for any wrong step out of place from the Canor.
A shiver went down his spine as he approached the Palace doors. The air was stiff, the sound of wildlife suddenly disappearing. The Palace always had a weird aura surrounding it specifically, but it was stronger this time. He wasn’t sure what was causing it, and wouldn’t find out until he entered.
Making his way through the maze-like halls, he finally found the stairs to the second floor, where the Lord Regent resides on his throne. As he stepped onto the red carpet, a silhouette was standing before him. A large, brimmed hat sat on their head, strings attached to their shoulders and elbows, and the signature four pointed halo around their neck. They had two oaths…? How the hell did they manage that?
The red light from their halo didn’t do much to light up their features, but it did enough. Deep, red eyes hid behind round glass frames, a yellow tattoo on their face. Atlas cleared his throat.
“Oh, sorry- My bad.” His words were hushed, the silence in the palace was deafening. He walked into something he shouldn’t have, didn’t he? He stepped to the side, allowing the familiar face to go down the stairs. They didn’t speak a word, but their glare was piercing as they started to walk past the Canor, only to stop beside him. They placed a hand on his shoulder.
“When you’re done here, meet me in the garden. Or else.” Their words were harsh, the grip on his shoulder almost painful. Just what has he walked into? Was he about to get his ass kicked by some- Contractor Starkindred hybrid?! Sweating bullets, he nodded, swallowing down his worries for now.
They released him.
“Good. I’ll be waiting, Atlas.” And they walked down the stairs. Now he's even more freaked out. How did they know his name? Who the hell is this?!
In his panic, he almost forgot what he came here for. Ears pinned down to his head in anxiety, he approached the throne of Lord Regent, kneeling before him.
The whole encounter between him and Zi’eer was… standard. He asked for a new key, and was questioned on where the first one had gone, explained he lost it, got teased and mocked briefly, one of the royal guards approached him with a new one, before quickly being shooed out of the throne room. Nothing interesting.
It was fuzzy, really. All Atlas could think about was that familiar Adret. Had he met them before? Surely, he must have, if they know his name. Going down the stairs, he secured the key in his satchel this time, instead of on one of his many belts. That way, he wouldn’t lose it again. He nearly trips and falls down the stairs during this, just to fall against someone.
It was the Adret. Their arms wrapped around him, a laugh coming from their lips.
“Guess it was a good idea to check and make sure he didn’t tear you limb from limb, hm?” Their voice was sly, amusement lying under every word they spoke. Atlas’ face heated up, quickly steadying himself on the ground floor as he pulled away from the Adret.
“I- Yeah… Yeah. Thanks…” He wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Literally falling into this- strangers arms? He would rather fall face first into the wood and get splinters. But it was too late for that. Instead, the Adret wrapped an arm all too casually around Atlas’ shoulders, walking him to the palace garden.
Was this some sort of fever dream? Just what the fuck was going on?
With his ‘escort’, the guards paid him no mind this time, just looking off into the distance as he was whisked away by this Contractor. Once in the garden, the Adret releases Atlas again, pushing him forward slightly towards the stone wall. Going to complain about being pushed, the Canor turned around, just to be pinned to the very same stone wall.
The Adret grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head so he couldn’t squirm away, a leg between the two of Atlas’ as they leaned all of their weight against him. This was it, he was going to die painfully and slowly at the hands of this freak. A laugh escaped the Adret, using only one of their hands to pin the Canors wrists against the stone. Their newly freed hand came up to Atlas’ face, slowly and gently caressing his cheek. With a whine, he leaned away, just for the same hand to roughly grab his jaw.
“Look at me, Atlas. Don’t you dare look away.” They hissed, venom woven into their words as they glared daggers at the Canor. He could only nod, a whimper coming from deep in his throat.
“Who- Who the hell are you? How do you know my name?” His eyes were narrowed at the Adret, fearing to say anything wrong. Given their two oaths, they were much more powerful than him, they could easily make quick work of him.
His questions earned him a small laugh that grew into a full blown cackle. Just what was so funny? He had no idea who this person was! Releasing his jaw, they snapped their fingers, strings forming in thin air and wrapping around the Canor tightly, restraining him further.
“Wow~! I’m hurt! I thought you’d remember your boyfriend, you know? I can’t believe you, Scarsen.” The empty hand came up to caress his face again, before wrapping around his throat. Nails dug into his skin, leaving deep marks that threatened to draw blood.
Boyfriend? Boyfriend? He didn’t have a-
It all came rushing forward, the memories of who this was. This was River Corbet. Atlas’ childhood best friend and teenage lover. How did he not recognize them sooner? What the hell happened? Why are they a Contractor? Was this some sort of elaborate prank?
“That look in your eyes… You remember me now, don’t you?” Their voice was filled with maniacal glee, the grip on the Canors throat loosening. Gasping for air while he still could, he nodded, whining as he thrashed against his binds.
“River- Let me go. What the fuck are you doing?” His words were pleading. This is not how he ever imagined their reunion to go. Hell, he didn’t even think they would meet again. Not after everything that happened. He was convinced that River was long gone, either still in the Central Luminant, or swallowed by the tides.
“That's it! Say my name, mutt. Say it.” Completely ignoring the Canors pleas, they grinned, another sinister laugh escaping their lips.
“River- River please-” Without thinking, he obeyed, his ears pinned down against his head in fear. His fur stood up, an attempt at making himself look bigger, scarier… But he knew it wouldn’t deter the Adret. If anything, it’d only fuel the flames.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Atlas. It's been so long, you know? Maybe… A couple hundred years? Maybe more?” So they were in the same boat. Constantly being reincarnated upon their death. The thought was less than comforting, especially considering the Adrets oaths.
“I thought you were dead… Swept up by the tides when you and your family fled,” Their voice was sickeningly sweet, a contrast to the position they currently held Atlas in, “I’m so relieved the drowned gods showed mercy on you…”
“You have so much potential, Scarsen… You just need to unleash it. I can help- We can help.” Who is we? His head was spinning, he didn’t know what was going on. This was all too much to process. What the hell were they saying? It made no sense.
“What- do you mean? I don’t-” He was quickly shushed, the hand around his throat letting go, in favor of pressing a finger to his lips. The urge to bite it was strong, but he knew it’d get him in lots of trouble. He was at River’s mercy right now, a captive.
“Shhhh… Don’t worry your pretty little head over it. We can talk more about it later,” The finger pressed to his lips lifted, to promptly boop his nose. He flinched. “I just want to spend time with my childhood friend right now.”
They leaned in closer to Atlas, their noses practically pressed against each other. He wanted to recoil, to lean away from the Contractor, but he had nowhere to go. He was already pressed as far back into the stone as possible.
The feeling only multiplied when they pressed their lips against his. Seriously? Were they really about to do this in the Lord Regents garden? Someone might come to use the fountain to get to Greathive Atreal! He had no choice but to let this happen, the Contractor strings digging into his skin through his clothes.
River’s hand finally released Atlas’ wrist, letting the strings suspend them above his head. He grabbed the Canors hips, pulling him closer with a strange amount of gentleness. This caused the mutt to unwillingly cave in, closing his eyes, his lips molding against the Adrets. What the hell was he doing?! Why is he indulging in this?!
He could feel River grin against his lips, pushing further into it. Their lips parted slightly, allowing them to bite at Atlas’ bottom lip. Caught off guard, the Canor yelped, exactly what River wanted. Deepening the kiss, the Adrets hold on his hips tightened, becoming rough, firm, almost possessive. Saliva was interchanged, their breathing heavy, uneven.
Atlas felt dizzy, lightheaded as the world around him seemed to spin. He needed air, yet couldn’t push River away. Would a guard come and tell them to knock it off? No, probably not. They were hidden by the hedges, and he was both grateful and upset about this.
They ground their leg against him, the action sending electricity and warmth through his body. Probably an accident. Gasping at the friction, he whined, moving his head away from Rivers, an attempt to get even a little bit of air back in his lungs. Despite not being able to suffocate, he felt as if he was on the verge of it.
Panting, he hung his head in shame, his forehead pressed against the Adrets shoulder. The cold metal brought him to his senses, contrasting with how hot his face felt from the deep blush. He could hear River laughing, one of their hands leaving his hip to gently card through his hair. Questions ran through his mind like crazy, his brain practically melting as he tried to grasp the situation.
Once he got some air back, it's as if River knew, roughly grabbing a handful of his hair and forcefully tilting his head back up. Face still flushed, he looked at the Adret, embarrassment written all over his expression. He didn’t get time to process River’s expression, as their lips were on his once again, rougher, hungrier than before. He tightly shut his eyes, returning the frenzied kiss.
His brain yelled at him, to pull away, to break away from the kiss, but he couldn’t. All he could hear was the beating of his heart in his chest, threatening to crack his ribcage and break free. River released his hair, their hand once again making its way to the Canor’s hip. Except, this time, instead of being gentle about it, their grip was strong, nails leaving large crescent shaped indents in Atlas’ skin. They roughly pulled his hips close again, their bodies pressed flush against each other.
Part of him relished in the contact, the warmth of another pressed against him, while his brain begged him to get out of this situation. He practically got whiplash from trying to choose between the two options.
Their leg ground against him again, confirming that it was, in fact, not an accident the first time. With a whine, Atlas began to unconsciously move his hips, grinding himself on the Adret's thigh, chasing after the friction. He could feel them smirk into the kiss, their grip on the Canor unrelenting.
This was embarrassing. No- worse. Humiliating.
With a light bite to his lip, he groaned, trying to bite the Adret back, just to get another, harder bite. Yelping, River laughed, kissing the mutt’s cheek. And then his jaw, and down his neck. Kisses were peppered all over Atlas’ skin, allowing him to catch his breath again. The Contractor continued to guide the Jetstrikers hips forwards and backwards, strained whimpers coming from his throat.
“River- Stop. Let me go.” Finally, a coherent string of words fell from his lips, wiggling around against his binds. The Adret sighed, biting harshly at the Canor’s neck, earning them another whine.
“You’re not enjoying it?” The question caught him off guard. To be truthful, he didn’t know the answer. In a way, he was. All of his control being relinquished to someone else, being held so intimately… Yet the rational part of his mind was the opposite, telling him to get out of this situation, saying that the second he fully lets his guard down is when River would finally strike, “I thought you were. I mean, just look at you…”
They laugh, their hands trailing up Atlas’ sides, making him squirm. It was like they were mocking him, kicking him while he was already down on the ground.
“I- Just think there's a lot we need to talk about before we do- this, you know?” With another whine, he managed to get the words out, ignoring the others question, the relentless barrage of attention from River finally subsiding, “We haven’t seen each other in years. And you jump straight to making out?”
The Starkindred rolls their blood red eyes, but releases Atlas once more, only restraining him with their Contractor strings now.
“What is there to talk about? Do you want to talk about how you abandoned me?” They spat out, the once elated expression on their face darkening, the glare in their eyes returning, “How you ran away like a little bitch? How you were so worried about saving your own ass that you completely forgot about me?!”
River got louder, a certain edge of anger in their words. They leaned down to Atlas again, a hand grasping his throat before he could even respond. Giggling, they dug their nails into the Canors skin like before, their frown turning into a grin.
“I was happy to ignore it all, if you were! But here you are, bringing it up.” They lifted him up slightly by his neck, a hiss of pain escaping his mouth. Eyebrows scrunched together, he gritted his teeth, wiggling around in the air as best as he could.
“That's not-” A gasp for air left him, whining, “That's not what I- What I meant-” He struggled to speak, his windpipe being crushed under the Adret’s grasp. River's grin only widened in amusement at the mutt’s struggle.
“Then what did you mean, Scarsen? Did you want to catch up? Hear about alllllll the things I’ve gotten up to in the past couple hundred years since then?” The grip on his throat tightened briefly, another gulp of air being taken by the Canor. River’s amusement only grew. They were having fun toying with Atlas.
“Well- I mean- S-Sort of? More like… Why are you a Contractor?” Their grip loosened, taken aback by the Canor’s question. Letting go completely, they started to snicker, covering their face with a hand, before breaking into full blown maniacal laughter.
“Why am I a Contractor? Really? Is that all you’re concerned about?” They continued to laugh in between their words, the amused grin returning. It took a little bit for them to calm down, small giggles here and there, until they fully relaxed.
“It's a simple answer. I hate this world and everyone in it,” The words were said all too calmly as they closed the distance between them and Atlas, pinning him to the wall with their body once again, “This world deserves to drown. The only redemption for it is to let everything be taken by the waves.”
He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just what the hell happened after he fled the Central Luminant that led them to think this way? Or was it him leaving that caused this? Surely it wasn’t, he was just doing what was best for him and his family, but even so… that plan backfired on him as well. It made no sense, nothing about today made any sense.
“The Drowned Gods will favor us who so selflessly sought out to save all of Lumen. When the tides come, we too shall become Gods!” River’s expression was one of mania, the thought of becoming a Drowned God exhilarating. Atlas knew the ministry’s plan, but… hearing it come from his childhood friend? It was devastating.
His chest hurt, as if his heart had turned itself inside out. What had led to this? River was clearly not interested in sharing, judging by how defensive they had gotten at the mere suggestion of it. Atlas could only wonder.
“Does that satisfy your curiosity, mutt?”
“Um… Y-yeah. Sure.”
“Perfect. My turn to question you, now,” They practically purred, their voice as smooth as silk, leaning their face into Atlas’ neck again, “Do you want to join me?”
“What?” Completely blindsided by the Contractors question, the Canor nearly choked, coughing as he tried to regain composure… As best as he could, in this situation, at least. Gentle kisses were splayed all along the sensitive skin of his neck just like before, as if trying to lure him in, to convince him to say yes.
“Join me, Scarsen. You have so much potential… I can practically smell it seeping out from you.” First off, ew. Second off, is this what they meant earlier? Soft nips of teeth pinched Atlas’ skin, drawing out whines from deep in his throat. “If you join the Ministry, you could unlock it all.”
His head hurt. This whole situation made his head hurt. The dizziness returned, trying to grasp his thoughts, as they just barely slipped from between his fingers.
“No longer would you have to worry about being taken advantage of. You’d be powerful.” Their voice was hypnotizing, lulling him into a false sense of security, just what they wanted. The thought was tempting, the idea of power, of strength, finally able to protect himself competently…
No.
No, he can’t. He can’t join the Ministry. What about his friends? His family? He didn’t want to drown the world, just to become stronger. He couldn’t. It was stupid that his mind even entertained the idea. Snap out of it, Atlas!
“I… I don’t… I don’t know. I’d have to- think about it.” He didn’t want to outright say no, in fear of angering the Adret further. Their temper has always been relatively short, and it seems it has only gotten worse since the last time they saw each other.
“Mmm,” They paused, humming as they thought about his answer. Deciding it was satisfactory for now, they shrugged, pressing another kiss to Atlas’ neck, “Whatever.”
With a laugh, they bit at his skin again, a grin returning to their lips. Whimpering, the Canor closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. His neck was surely going to be bruised all over, after this. Their hands found their way back to Atlas’ hips, guiding them back and forth once again, against their leg. The plating of armor on the Adrets thighs hit every right spot, the mutt gasping, trying not to embarrass himself further.
Even after so many years, they still knew how to press all the right buttons, how to reduce Atlas into a whining mess. The thought made goosebumps rise all along his skin. They knew what made him tick down to his very core, everything they needed to do to manipulate him. The feeling of their tongue brought him back to his senses, the warm, wet muscle trailing along his neck. Saliva soothed the pain of the countless bites they had left beforehand.
Shivering, Atlas tightly shut his eyes, swallowing back a whimper as he pressed against his restraints. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he was actually giving into this, his tail held between his legs as he moved his hips the best he could, dragging himself over the ribbing of metal armor. Warmth spread through his whole body.
“See~? I know you're enjoying this…” River brought their lips to Atlas’ ear, whispering into it, before softly laughing, their hot breath making the Canors face flush. Whining, he tilted his head away, an attempt to recollect himself, only making the Adret laugh more.
“If you join us… We could do this all the time, you know?” A blue hand lifted up the Canors shirt slightly, revealing the scared skin beneath. Trailing their fingers along Atlas’ skin, he shivered again, a whimper falling from his lips on accident, “Wouldn’t that be nice, Atlas?”
He refused to answer, neither verbally or by shaking his head, earning him a sigh.
Slim fingers danced beneath his shirt, much too gentle for the Adret's current behavior. The reason for this being swiftly discovered, as Rivers' fingers dipped beneath Atlas’ waistband, his eyes snapping open.
“River- I… I don’t think-”
“Shush-” They hissed out, their hand retreating to cover Atlas’ mouth. Footsteps could be heard against the grass, awfully close to the twos location in the Lord Regents garden. Atlas briefly wondered if he should call out for help, or stay silent… He decided on the latter. He knew River wouldn’t hesitate to tear his limbs from him, if he were to try to draw attention.
The footsteps got louder, before disappearing into the manor. A deep breath left the Adret, who didn’t hesitate to shove their hand back down the Canor’s pants. A yelp of surprise came from Atlas, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Fingers barely tracing over the mutt's sensitive anatomy, a choked out whine coming from his throat.
“River really- We shouldn’t-”
“Shut up.” With a growl, they shoved their head back into the other's neck, biting at the skin yet again, with more force. A cry comes from the Canor, the Adret's teeth for sure piercing through a few layers of his skin that time. He could feel the warm blood trickle down his neck. Leaning away, River admired their work for a moment, before ducking back down and lapping up the crimson.
Fingers pressed against the mutts clothed core, moving in a circular motion, drawing out a soft noise of pleasure from Atlas. He squirmed, his hips bucking up into the other's hand unconsciously, cursing under his breath. Laughing, River pulled their hand away, out of the Canors trousers.
Whining at the loss of friction, Atlas threw his head back against the wall, refusing to look at the Adret.
“Gods below, you’re so needy.” They whispered against the Canors neck, kissing the skin they had just broken. Another, pathetic whine is dragged out of Atlas, his eyes shutting once again. A hand lifted, roughly grabbing his jaw, making him pry his eyelids open.
“Keep your eyes on me. Quit closing them,” River brought their face right up to Atlas’, their noses pressed together, not letting the mutt look at anything besides them, “I want to see that look in your eyes… The surrender… The acceptance…”
He nodded weakly in the other's hold, his ears pinned down against his head. Every single thing they said just makes this situation all the more confusing.
“You’re mine right now, Scarsen. Mine.” The hand on his jaw lowered, fingertips tracing down his neck, to his collarbones, down his sternum, and finally back down to his waistband. Dipping under the fabric once again, Atlas’ eyes were pleading, silently begging the Adret to touch him. As much as he hated all of this, he couldn’t deny how good it felt at the same time.
Giggling at the mutt's expression, River obliged, their fingers getting right back to work. They started with teasing touches, just barely brushing over the Canor's most sensitive region. Whimpers are quick to come from Atlas, shuddering at the feeling.
Teeth grazed along the Canors neck again, nipping and pulling at the soft skin, sucking on it. They wanted to leave their mark on Atlas, even if it was temporary. It was long enough. Soft pants could be heard, the noises being picked up by the wind, as if the Canor was becoming one with the song itself. It drove River crazy.
Pulling away from the mutt’s neck, the Adret was quick to press their lips together once again. They didn’t hesitate, biting and swiping their tongue along Atlas’ lip, before quickly taking the first opening they found. Their relentless teasing was over for now, their fingers continuing the clockwise motion from earlier, circling around the Canor’s core.
The friction pulled a moan out of him, the noise hungrily swallowed by River, a smirk forming on their lips. They continued their ministries, digits pressing against Atlas’ clothed sex, rubbing it, earning more pleasured noises.
River parted for air, leaving Atlas gasping, whimpering and whining. Their motions didn’t stop, continuing to play with the other, watching as the Canor writhed, squirming around as he chased the friction. He was practically humping the Adrets thigh, the warmth spreading throughout his whole body blinding him, throwing all his common sense out the window. The Adret grinned, laughing at just how worked up they had gotten Atlas.
Pulling their hand out of Atlas’ pants, they snapped their fingers, the contractor strings holding the Canor lowering him to the ground, letting River pin him to the grass. They slotted themselves between the mutts legs, grinding up against him. Another soft moan came from the Canor, his legs wrapping around Rivers waist. The Adret grunted, repositioning themself to hump Atlas, over and over- relieving some of the much needed friction the tent in their pants craved. Shaking, the Canor ground up against River in return, his legs locked around them.
He was just reduced to a mutt in heat. Fucking himself on anything- or anyone- he could. And it just so happened to end up being his childhood best friend. In Lord Regent's garden. Because of course this would happen to him.
The only sounds that could be heard aside from those coming from nature, were the couples synchronized grunts and moans, the rustling of fabric and metal as the two feverishly grinded against each other. River grinned down at the mutt, bringing a hand to his throat. Their nails dug into his skin, causing him to gasp for air, preparing for them to tighten their grip.
But it never came. They just held his throat, rather gently, at that. It confused him, but he didn’t have the mental power to question it any further. He couldn’t question any of this anymore. He was too lost in the pleasure.
With a slight squeeze, they let go of his neck, opting to instead hold his hips as their own sped up, grinding their clothed erection into Atlas. He whimpered, struggling against the Adrets grasp to grind back against them.
“What a needy dog. Fuckin- Look at you.” Laughing, River kept their hold on the Canor, gripping his waist as they groaned. Their glasses were askew, tilted on their nose as they shoved their face into Atlas’ neck, biting at the tender skin. A strained moan escaped his throat at all the combined affection, “You barely even put up a fight… Such a good boy~”
He nearly blacked out right then and there. His tail thumped against the ground they were on, his movements shaky as he continued to grind against River. With every slight movement, he whimpered, pathetic sounds ringing through the garden. He wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore, he couldn’t. All restraint he had, had vanished.
River could fully fuck him here and now, and he wouldn’t even try to change their mind. In fact, he would enjoy it. It’d mean he wouldn’t be being teased and toyed with anymore. Maybe. Probably not. Whatever, it would feel even better than what they’re doing right now.
“Fuck- River-” Finally, hes able to get words out instead of just making noises. Not that the words even meant anything. Atlas didn’t even know what he was trying to say, he was just speaking.
“I bet I could just-” They grunted, thrusting up against the Canor again and again, their grip on his hips only tightened, “-Fuck you. Right here. Where anyone could see.”
It was as if they read his mind. Gods below. Whining, he nodded, his legs twitching around the Adret's waist. His tail wagged even faster.
“You’d like it, wouldn’t you? Fucking- slut.” Atlas could only nod faster. He really was pathetic like this. The idea was exhilarating, ignoring the humility he would face upon someone seeing them like this, especially if they were to catch them actually having sex. “Join me- Join me, Scarsen. I know you want to-”
Of course they would pull something like this. It took all Atlas’ strength to stop himself from mindlessly agreeing. Instead, he just whined, his body felt as if it were aflame. They seemed to notice this, making a low grunt and growl come from them.
Clearly upset their plan didn't work, they held Atlas’ hips in place, their thrusts up against the Canor unrelenting, the pace maddening. He let out a cry, whimpering and squirming as he tried to move his hips, to no avail. River only laughed at the mutt's struggle, digging their talons into his skin.
“You’re gonna join me- one day. I know it. I’ll make sure-” Their laughter got louder, groaning directly into the Canors ear. Shaking his head, Atlas whined, his ear twitching at the sounds River made into it. “You don’t have a choice, mutt. You. Will. Join. Us.”
Their voice was firm, an unusual gentleness buried within it, punctuating every word with a rough thrust of their hips.
“No- Fuck… I’m not-” His voice shook, slight whimpers as he spoke, “I’m not joining you- I won't.”
“I’ll make you change your mind- Mark. My. Words.” They laughed again, easing their grip on the mutt's hips finally, allowing him to move slightly.
And Atlas nearly cried, swiftly speeding up his thrusts to match Rivers unrelenting pace. Drawing out a groan from the Adret, they hissed, slowing down as soon as the Canor caught up. He did cry out this time, at the contractor now going much slower. They slowly dragged their clothed erection against Atlas’ core, making sure to hit every sensitive spot they knew the mutt had, over and over.
Atlas trembled and shook, panting and letting out small moans with each and every movement. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He was lightheaded, his vision fading in and out as he stared into the Adret's bloodthirsty crimson eyes. All his senses were heightened, every little touch sending shock waves through his body, straight into his core, as River’s pace slowed and then picked back up, over and over.
The sounds the Canor made could probably be heard all across Etris at this point, the loud yelps and whines, the incoherent pleas. He was glad no others had come this way. To his knowledge, at least… sure, there was the scare earlier, but it was probably just one of the royal guards. He would be surprised if they hadn't heard him
Yet, neither of them noticed the figure standing on one of the palace's balconies, their eyes shielded, yet still more than aware of their activities. A look of disappointment, bordering on disgust crossed over their face, yet they made no moves. Seriously? In his garden?
The mere idea was laughable, one of his own contractors getting so careless with another, in his garden, on his property. They could have at LEAST taken it to a guildbase, or something. Gods below, he would’ve even preferred it if they were doing this in one of the vacant guest rooms in the palace. He wouldn’t stand for this sort of treatment from his own puppets. He retreated back into the mansion.
There is no way he would stand for this.
Yes, without the throne he was much weaker, but he could still hold his own in the event that things went south. Guards followed behind him as he descended the stairs, the clanking of armor covering the pathetic sounds that came from his garden. Thank the Gods below. At the ground floor, he turned towards the exit, eyeing the forms in the garden from within the Palace. How had none of his guards seen this? Were they ignoring it on purpose?
Whatever, if they were too stupid to confront the two, he would take it upon himself. As he got closer to the garden, the armor his guards wore did less and less to cover the sounds. He approached the two, expecting them to notice his footsteps, yet they didn’t. They were much too caught up in their own activities.
With a scowl, the Lord Regent loudly cleared his throat, immediately putting a stop to the Contractor and Jetstriker. The Canors eyes were wide in fear, meanwhile the Adrets were wide with shock, having rarely seen the prophet out of his palace.
“And just what, do you think you two are doing?” He crossed his arms over his chest, the grimace on his lips only growing with each second the two stared at him dumbfoundedly.
“Just… Just convincing him to join us, my lord.” The Contractor spoke up, their voice quiet as they snapped their fingers, all the strings restraining the Canor dissipating. Zi’eer rolled his eyes behind his blindfold, a sigh coming from him.
“You’re not fooling me with that, Corbet. Get up, both of you.” The mutt scrambled to his feet, stumbling over himself, his knees shaking beneath his weight. Meanwhile, the Adret got up with no issue, towering over the cowering dog beside them. “Had I waited any longer to see if you two would come to your senses, you two would be fornicating on my property!”
Atlas’ eyes were glued to the ground, really having little to no say in his participation. The Lord almost pitied him.
“If you wanted to join, you could’ve just said so.” At River's words, the mutt nearly choked on air, coughing and sputtering as he turned his head far away from them. This seemed to shock the prophet as well, his own face- minus his eyes- scrunching up in disgust.
“You- Just what on Lumen are you insinuating, Corbet?!” Disgust quickly turned into anger, the Lord raising his voice at his subordinate. They merely laughed, which proved to only make matters worse. They were in trouble big time, yet they hardly cared, wrapping an arm around Atlas as their laughter became boisterous. He flinched, tensing up at the gesture.
“Hey, I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” The mutt had to hold back his dizzy, lightheaded mind from punching River at this.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from you.” Smoke was practically flooding from the ‘Etreans’ pointed ears, absolutely fuming. It was already bad enough his subordinate was dryfucking someone right in HIS garden, but to be mocked after the fact?
“Corbet, you’re coming with me. We need to have a chat about this.” A groan came from the Adret, letting go of the Canor in their arms. They nodded, slowly approaching the prophet. “Scarsen… Just get out of here. Go clean yourself up.”
The Etrean and Adret's forms retreated into the castle, the heavy footsteps fading the further they got. Going over to the nearby fountain, Atlas looked at his reflection, cringing as he saw just how much of a mess he looked.
It didn’t take long for him to quickly depart, straightening his clothes and brushing dirt off of them as he fled, tail between his legs. He did not want to stick around for when River would be freed.