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Fire was the first thing she smelled when she entered the chamber.
Then, it was the blood.
A Tarnished of no renown. And now, here, back home where she belonged to him. She would not have abandoned him.
Elena remembered when he cast her out when things had risen so violently in the Shadow Lands. He told her she was free of his service. He treated it as a simple thing to save her life and it had hurt her. But she knew after he had fought that battle, he would need her. And she could smell it in the blood of the dead man at her feet.
"Messmer." she called, gazing into the shadows.
She looked for him. She heard nothing but the empty silence of the bloodied battle that took place here.
Elena heard his voice and it sounded terrible; hoarse and pained, trembling with a terrible grief she could not possibly imagine.
"Elena..." Her name in his voice sent shivers down her back. It always did. "Leave."
His voice sounded strange, like he was speaking with a whisper like serpents. Elena was terrified. He sounded pitiful, pleading with her in a way he never had before. It pulled her to him and she looked around, hoping to find the Demigod and comfort him. She felt it in her heart that he needed it so much.
"Messmer, please," she whispered, "Come out. Don't hide. Let me see you."
His voice was strangled, betraying a hysterical laugh only a little. "O nay. Nay, nay, Elena. Thou desirest not that."
"Whatever happened," Elena tried to convince him. She noticed the candles in the chamber dim, reflect the fire of his sorrow. She felt it. She tasted it in the air. "Please. Let's just talk. We can get passed it."
"Thou shalt gaze upon me and shriek. Thou shalt flee."
Elena frowned, trying to reach him. "I didn't run from you before. I don't mean to now."
"I can't..." He choked out, as if fear had consumed his very soul.
Her heart broke at the terror in his voice. She wanted to help him. "Messmer, where are you? Show me."
She heard the sounds of heavy steps from his feet and looked over, watching her changed Lord step out.
His body was mutilated, covered in fresh scales and his serpents were bone white, scales shedding of their old, orange color. His face looked as if it had melted away from the flames, eye an empty socket. His lips were pursed tight, his expression twisted in torment. He looked to have been crying; his face was wash with tears.
"'Tis too late, Elena. This is who I am now."
The flowers of the village were lovely.
Messmer laid beside her and the two watched the sky peacefully together. He was relaxed, laying beside a lowly Tarnished with such love in his expression. Elena could still not fathom it; how they had grown so close.
His gentle, happy face.
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Damp, red locks hid that mutilated face, but Elena could see the dangerous teeth; the way he snarled with pain.
"I am forsaken. I am poison to those who lay their hands on me." he whispered, unable to hide his emotion in his voice. "And thee. Thou suffer'st woe because of me. Thou canst not bear the sight of me."
He turned away from her, stood there and Elena felt her heart beating so fast. She saw a creature changed beyond all doubt. But even though she looked at the serpent now, all she could see was the man she loved.
"Messmer." she said, taking a careful step toward him. "What you're enduring? It isn't about me. I'm not running. I'm still standing here and I haven't turned my back on you."
Messmer's shoulders bristled. His voice seethed with pain and despair. "If I should turn about, wilt thou be well, or wilt thou avert thy gaze in dread?"
Elena shook her head. She fought to control her own sorrow in her voice. "No. It has nothing to do with me."
"It hath EVERYTHING to do with thee!" he suddenly shouted, raising his broad shoulders with the volume of his shout.
He leaned against the wall, hung his head with a sorrowful sob in his voice. Elena stood there in silence for a moment, heard his agonized sounds and tears falling. She'd never seen him so raw and vulnerable before.
"The manner in which thou didst gaze upon me. The manner in which thou didst love me. It cannot be as it was." Messmer whispered, choking down another small sob. "Mother...forgive me. I am forsaken."
His pitiful cries echoed in the chamber. Elena watched him for a moment before she walked over, put her arms around him. She could smell the sticky smell of blood, the fire and ash and his sweat. Saliva. Tears. She was crying now, holding him and he didn't rebuke her.
Messmer didn't have the strength to stand anymore. He fell to his knees and began to weep harder than she'd ever seen him. She simply held him now as he turned for comfort and tried to speak.
"I won't." she promised him. "I'll never forsake you. What you are now, we will make this work. We will find a way to help you. You are still the man I love. Always."
He flinched sharply when she kissed his forehead. But it must have ached. It must have hurt terribly. She looked at him, cupped his cheeks and tried to soothe him with gentle strokes to the rough, blistered skin. He pulled to her. He couldn't help it.
"Come on." Elena soothed. "Come on."
She would make him feel safe and loved again.
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Messmer was holding himself, shivering a little. He was guided by Elena toward the bathing chambers. He begged her not to let anyone else see him, but she couldn't tell him the Tarnished who had come killed most of his men. It was quiet in the keep and she would take her time.
She guided him close to the pool, carefully moved to unhook the buckles of his armor. She took it slowly, ready to stop if Messmer asked her to. Strangely enough, he'd stopped jumping from her touch and merely stood still.
"I'll take it slowly, okay?" Elena said, looking up at him. "I promise. If it's too much, let me know."
Messmer nodded his head quickly. He smiled weakly and she'd never seen him so frail. It made her heart ache. He looked at her uneasily when she stepped away after undressing him and she pointed toward the shelf nearby.
"I'm getting something to clean you with, is that okay?" she asked.
Her heart was racing, she had to calm down for him.
The serpents seemed the same. They twisted and moved their approval and he nodded again. She moved to gather some soap in a little bottle, tested it with a sniff before her hands dropped it with a curse.
"Sorry." Elena hissed.
He looked toward her, laughed weakly in response.
Elena searched for another, found one and sniffed that one as well. Oh, that smelled like crushed flowers from Leyndell. It must have been something for him to remind him of home. That was nice.
She found a cloth and approached him again. He stared down at her and she felt him lean his head a little to try and nuzzle her with his long, crooked nose.
He sharply pulled away when she looked up at him and he looked uneasy, unworthy to seek comfort.
"It's okay," Elena quickly assured him. "You want to be comforted. It's okay to want that, Messmer. I want to comfort you."
"I feel most foul..." Messmer grit his teeth. "Behold thee. Behold me."
His lips were blackened, charred by the fire of his changes. She saw the skin near his eye socket had melted away completely, almost to the muscle. It was raw and terrible and she wished she could simply kiss his pain away.
His little forlorn sob broke her heart. She shook her head, began to wipe his cheek of blood. Messmer leaned into her hand and Elena tried to comfort him.
"I am not blind to what you are," she told him. "But I still love you, Messmer. Does that not mean something to you in the end?"
He trembled, shying away the moment she started cleaning his chest. Elena gently laid her finger across the new scales and he let out the faintest whimper at the soothing contact. She kissed his cheek and took her time washing him. He couldn't stop shaking.
She kept her hands gentle and chaste, lingered not long enough that she thought it would upset or frighten him. Messmer seemed to relax a little after a moment, lean into her for more comfort. Elena ran her hands lightly over his head before brushing hair back from his face. She saw his lips twitch as if he wanted to smile, but couldn't.
His serpents looked at her, very closely. She knew he was staring at her through them. She sighed, leaned her head against his and simply held him.
Once she felt he was cleaned as much as he could be, she took him to his bedchambers and guided him to sit at the edge of his bed. He still shivered a little and Elena watched him for a moment.
"I'm cold..." he mumbled.
Elena was surprised to hear it. Usually, his body ran hotter than the furnaces of Leyndell. But maybe that chanced too. Maybe the Abyssal Serpent changed something else in him besided his body.
The furs. And her body would help.
It was another testament of trust. Elena guided him into the bed, moved to undress herself, to which he watched her with rapt attention now. He smiled sadly, did not refuse her and laid back, lifting the furs to let her lay close to him. His skin did feel a little colder, and he was starting to tremble again. Elena felt her heart thudding against her ribs and she guided his great arm around her.
"Now it's my turn to keep you warm." Elena said, with a little laugh as she kissed his neck. She felt scales there.
She felt his strained laugh in response. He leaned his head down, rested it on the crown of her own. Elena felt soothed, listened to the rattles in his chest of the serpent awoken in him. She strangely felt peace in the noise.
"You sound cute." she tried.
Messmer rumbled again at that, this time louder and it made her giggle. He was trying a bit and it made her feel happy. He was starting to feel safe again. His breath was warm against her cheek, those clawed hands cherishing her with much hesitation. He sounded like he was laughing somewhat, but it was so quiet.
"Might I...bestow a kiss upon thee?" he asked, uneasy.
Elena looked up at him, at the frightening socket of flame and darkness. Despite all of it, he was still there.
"Of course." she assured him.
He leaned down to carefully meet his lips with hers. She felt sharper teeth against her lip, felt him tremble as he held her cheeks delicately like a fine treasure, exploring her mouth with his.
When he finally parted, he sighed his grief, laid his head on hers. He seemed only content to hold her now that he felt she was okay with him and his body.
"I love you." Elena assured him. "I always will."
He smiled sadly. "More than I am worthy of."
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Everything was strange now.
Messmer's mind and body no longer experienced pain of any sort. He was still frightened of the man and animal he'd become since taking that eye out of his head. He had to find a way to live with that. Abyssal serpent and winged serpents whispered in his thoughts.
But he was stronger. He knew that.
He thought of Elena who promised to bring him food that morning. He had to wash himself of the excess blood and meat. Scales had formed effortlessly on his skin, but she had tried. He let the water rushed down his head.
He could hear the snakes below talking. He could hear the wild animals whispering to him. Everything was sensitive, heightened his smells.
[You're an animal.]
He was. Messmer mourned his loss of self.
[A good serpent should have a mate, should he not?]
Messmer rapidly shook his head of those thoughts. The memory of the Tarnished spearing his side, forcing him into this. He could not bear it. He could not let himself succumb to base, animal instinct.
He could not do that to Elena.
She had come to him so long ago; a Tarnished who wanted to do good for his mother's people in the Jars. He wanted to believe she was kind enough and she had proved she was. She had proved it to him.
But he could not do that to her. No. Of course, he had pleased himself on the notion many times.
His body hummed as he thought of her again.
[Yes, make her yours.]
Messmer hissed sharply, shook his head rapidly to rid himself of those delicious, stinging thoughts. He would never think to ask to bed her. His own instincts hardened him and he moaned softly, tried to focus. Were they his or the serpent? He couldn't tell anymore.
[You want to do it. Go on. Spill your wretched seed.]
His thighs shook. He heard the cruel hisses when he did this before.
You disgusting thing. Such vile, despicable sin.
His mind was swept away into sin and he leaned his head against the cold stone, brought his hand to his cock, he let his other hand rub across the sturdy plains of his belly. Yes, he was strong. A good strong...
[You are a powerful male. It's only fitting she would accept you.]
[Don't be ashamed of what you are. It feels good.]
[Oh, yes. A pity she isn't here doing that for you. I bet she's quite good at taking your cock, isn't she?]
Why did he feel pulled to such things? Why did he think she would accept him like this.
He was panting. He hadn't realized just how long he'd been doing this until he touched the sensitive head of his cock, stroked with the other. His body was rolling with pleasure, it was building so fast. He prayed she would not see him like this.
Building. So fast.
His mind blanked, his body clenched tight as it ended as fast as it started and left him a pitiful mess there, alone in the bathing chambers. Disgust and shame filled his thoughts now and he groaned, pressed his head against the wall.
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Elena's precious face as she brought him a boar soothed his mind.
He ate, filled his belly with fresh meat as he was needed. She was watching the lands from the balcony and he was happy to walk to her side. She looked relaxed, content and he felt her heart was beating steadily.
"How are you feeling?" Elena asked, when he held her close.
"I am improved, thanks to thee. Thou hast cared for me well." he told her. He could see her collar, bare beneath the robes she wore and swallowed thickly.
Scents were everywhere and hers was sweet.
"And the serpent?" Elena asked, "How does it feel about having me here with you?"
She wanted to know everything. She wanted to feel everything. Messmer nearly wept at the truth of her.
"It doesn't want to hurt you." he said, hesitantly.
"I see." Elena seemed happy, nodded her head. "Well, perhaps it too sees the honesty in what I do and - "
"Elena." Messmer interrupted quietly. He was silent for a moment. "It desireth me to lie with thee."
"Oh."
He saw her face then; her surprise and yet, no fear. The scent in the air had chanced and he parted his lips with an uneasy sound. He shouldn't have told her that. He should have stayed quiet.
"I see." Elena licked her lips. She looked shy so suddenly and looked up at him, cheeks a little warm. He could taste her curiosity on his tongue now. "And... Do you want that?"
Messmer could feel how her tentative question made his thighs tremble. He nodded his head, looked down at the robes he wore, then what she was wearing as he drank in every detail of her body; her shapely breasts hidden beneath those robes, her hips and thighs he wished would wrap around his waist. His loins ached, that animal need to spill inside of her. Hunger. Appetite. The Abyssal serpent craved all of it at once.
He was starved to slake lust on her body, fill her with every bit of his seed and claim her.
No, he was a man. Not an animal. He would seek permission, not take it.
"Doth that affright thee?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he drew closer, loomed over her against the railing.
Elena didn't seem frightened at all. She simply shook her head, smiled with awe and pleasure as she turned to face him properly, kiss his mouth.
"No. Because it's you." she told him.
Messmer's lips parted with a quiet gasp. He felt that hot spear in his heart, his mouth tasting her growing wonder and need. His hands were on her shoulders and she turned to face the skies, let him run them up and down her body.
"Art thou certain?" he whispered, voice strained.
He rolled the noise in his chest, let her know what he desired by pressing his hardness against her back. Elena gasped a little, reached back to hold his head to her neck. He inhaled deeply, felt his jaw ache at the scents that welcomed him.
Oh, she was beautiful. Her smells of budding arousal. It had been long for her, too. He could see and smell that very much. He had to calm himself down. He was not an animal. He was hers and she -
[Belongs to the serpent.]
Elena swayed her hips a little, pressing against his sensitive cock and it stimulated him quite nicely. He snarled softly, grunted and bumped his hips back against her. He couldn't help it. It was instinctive.
"Dost thou desire me?" he breathed into her soft hair. "To be the serpent's consort?"
Elena said nothing, but she took his hand and brought it between her robes, beneath to her underclothes so that he could feel enough how much she desired him.
He let out a strangled groan, welcomed by a healthy coat of her slick on his fingertips. Elena let out a strained laugh in response, leaned back against him.
"Is that enough proof for you, my love?" she huffed.
Messmer shuddered, unable to help it as he rubbed the pad of his finger through her folds to brush against that little bundle of nerves. His thoughts were overwhelming as he was flooded with her strong scent, her desire and building need. Every little smell heightened in his brain. Instinct told him to take her, to breed with her, to give her children...
That beautiful face as she enjoyed the light touch, leaning her head back, lips parting with soft whimpers of pleasure. He had to keep his wits. This was for her just as much as it was for him.
He pulled his hand away, earning a grunt of disapproval which made him laugh softly. He slipped the robes from his body; it took far too long to free himself for her and he took his time to undress her, cast aside those clothes so that it would feel so much better to touch her skin.
[Your mate. Yours.]
He trailed a single claw along her back, rubbed that soft skin of her backside. Elena leaned against the railing, let him kiss her skin. He wanted to take his time and cherish her offering, rub his cock against her again and drip his pre-release along her back.
His mate eternal.
Elena's little moans made his spine prickle with heat. He took himself in hand, stroked a bit to feel every inch, every taut vein and the sensitive head. He pushed himself between her legs, but didn't slip inside yet.
Elena's quiet gasp filled his ear. He leaned over her, balanced himself on the railing and rubbed himself over her warm, wet folds. He soaked himself in her arousal. Yes, she needed to be properly prepared for him.
She seemed to like that; his soft, grinding movements. It stimulated her nicely as she whimpered, rubbed the bit of him with every thrust. It took a moment before she looked back at him to smile sweetly, touch his chest.
Messmer smiled feebly a little, still feeling somewhat uneasy about his body. But she seemed to like what she looked at anyway; he could not doubt that love she had for him when she smiled tenderly, cheeks warm and red with arousal and adoration.
"Thou art so drenched. I did not reckon thou wouldst be thus soaked for me." he breathed, against her hair now.
"I'm always ready for you." Elena moaned when he gave a long, slow roll of his hips, rubbing against her bud just right.
He laughed tenderly. It softened his heart, helped him forget what he truly was. "Prithee, forgive mine own doubting of thee. For doubting this." he husked.
"Yes," Elena gasped, giving a little moan as he adjusted his hips, lined himself to her entrance. "Oh, Gods, yes."
He nudged her intimately, helping to open her up a little properly. He had to take all his strength not to sheathe himself in immediately, let her enjoy this pace. It was harder than anything he ever had to do; his rolling lust, his animal instincts to bend her over and take her ruthlessly threatened to break him.
Elena bit her lip, tossed her head back. He leaned forward, dipped his head across her shoulder as he worked himself slowly inside. She welcomed him so readily, his serpents wrapping around her waist and arms. They wanted a part of this pleasure and Elena didn't seem to mind that at all.
Her helpless whimper as he slipped fully inside, the choked moan that followed. His teeth scraped across her shoulder, soothed his bites with his tongue. He thrust slowly, savoring how tightly she held him, fluttered around him like they were made for one another.
"Oh, Gods you're so deep." she whimpered, leaning against the railing helpessly.
[She is ready for you.]
[Good. Good mate.]
That wonderful, slick embrace made him nearly lose his mind. He started to thrust, breathless and delighted by her need. As much as he could, he laced his fingers with hers, holding her as he found his pattern at last.
She whispered his name and he loved that. He could not help his happy moan as he took her, lost himself in the feel of her willing, responsive body.
"Elena..." he gasped out. "Mine love. Mine mate."
Messmer couldn't stop those words, but Elena didn't mind. She seemed to grow even wetter at the claim.
The sound of his thighs slapping against the back of hers mixed with his grunts and gasps, along with her wanton cries filled the chamber. Let the world see who claimed her, who belonged to her.
Messmer had never seen a woman look so happy as she shut her eyes, tossed her head. It drove him further to see her shatter, come for him. When he reached between her legs, he felt her body clench as she anticipated what he was going to do. His fingers rubbed back and forth against that little nub and he felt her clench down on him, a wave of slick soaking him as she came with a sob of his name.
He snarled softly when he felt her come for him; it was beautiful, the way she rippled around his cock, trembled so deeply for him. He chased that exquisite release in her, voice rough and animal.
"Oh, Elena, mine own love. I cannot..." he bit out.
Elena nodded, wanting it. He was never so relieved until now. He wanted to spill himself deep into her, make her his. He would let her know forever that she belonged to him.
She held his neck, let him lift her a little as he pounded deep into her through her orgasm. She whispered she wanted it.
"Dost thee?" He growled deeply, body tightening. He needed to hear it. He needed to know that she wanted it.
Elena was still shaking, whimpering as he continued to drive into her soaked, oversensitive cunt. The lewd noises, coupled with her sounds nearly finished him. He felt his come boil in his balls. He was practically held back by a thread.
"Yes, come for me." she moaned.
She wanted it, but Messmer would hear it again. "Again." he groaned, barely holding back. "Tell me thou wisheth me to come inside of thee. Tell me thou art mine."
"I'm yours…" she moaned. "Come inside of me, my love. I want it. Let me feel it."
And that was all he needed to hear.
He locked her in place against him, let out the most deep, primal call in his chest as he came for her. She took everything he gave; his seed spilled, flowed and he knew it was so much. He felt it against the backs of her legs as it trickled from her. He thrust into her through it, let her take a few more before he finally stilled.
He had to balance himself on the railing and they took a moment to breathe. Messmer needed to regain his senses and he peered down at her through the serpents. He brushed a lock of her hair from her face, worried he may have harmed her. But she looked satisfied and happy.
"That wast wondrous. I did feel it. Thou camest for me." he breathed, kissed her back to soothe her.
Elena mumbled her content. He was gentle, eased out of her and hissed when she gave him a little clench along the way. He was far from done; the perks of being a Demigod heightening his arousal and need.
He was grateful when she seemed eagerly willing to go another session.
His cock was still hard, glistening with her body's release and his own. She touched him, her legs trembling and he hissed, watching her explore so delicately. Her fingertips brushed against his balls, cupped them and he clenched his fists tightly.
He leaned down for a kiss and she took him in hand, stroked a little. It made him groan. He thrust into her hand. He couldn't stop it.
"Lie down." Messmer groaned.
Elena chuckled, moved toward the bed and climbed into it, laid across the soft pillows. He moved to bring her to him when he joined, take her backside and guide her soft cunt to his eager mouth. He'd been waiting far too long to taste her. And himself, apparently.
She was growing wetter again for him, flushed and bright red from his fucking. Possessive need took him and he began to lick and explore those exquisite depths. He wanted to suckle that precious little bud and when he drew it into his moth, she nearly screamed his name right there.
Oh, he liked that. He had to rub himself against the furs to ease the budding hardness there and she seemed to be watching, enjoying the sight as a fresh gush of wetness filled his mouth.
The obscene noises they made filled the room. The serpents at his back rubbed over her chest, teased her nipples and she was louder here, writhing in his arms. He quite happily stayed between her legs, holding her to his face as she rutted against him when she came and she was shameless completely for it.
"Art thou all for me?" he mumbled, against her delicate flesh.
"I am. Yes." Elena moaned.
Messmer smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest. He lifted himself over her, enough that he had to lift her into his lap. He pressed himself against her sopping wet cunt, rubbed against her to let her feel every inch of him again. It made his jaw ache, his mouth water.
[Delicious offering.]
Elena tossed her head with a sharp inhale as he continued to do this, stroke himself back and forth, letting her feel how he felt against her swollen clit.
"Once again, mine own dear? Once again?" he heard himself almost beg for it.
Elena nodded rapidly, raised her hips up to rub back against him. "Yes, please," she bit out, "I can't handle this torment."
He chuckled, let out a low, rough laugh before Elena reached for his head, wrapped her arms around him to kiss his lips. He took the moment to press himself into her. Even after she came for him, he would take his time and savor it. He would be gentle as much as he could.
She liked this; he felt her raise her hips as soon as he slid deep. Elena's soft moans in his ear, the way it made his head spin as he sank deeper and deeper. He cradled her close to him, inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
""Thou dost feel so wondrous 'round me," he murmured, teeth lightly grazing her lower lip. "So warm…so close to mine heart."
He licked a searing path along the skin of her throat, tried to take it slow and thrust so softly into her. The whimper she uttered tore at his self control. He wanted to take her slowly, give her time to grow accustomed to him again.
"Messmer, I'm..." she whined.
"Aye, prithee, tell me, love. Tell me." he breathed in her hair, slowly inching out, then slowly driving himself home inside of her.
The mind-numbing pleasure shook his senses, dulling him to nothing more than that hot, wet throbbing place where their bodies were joined.
"It's so good," Elena gasped.
He cradled her head close, met her lips again. Oh, it was so good for him, too. The scents of her body, her arousal, her lust and fire filling his soul.
"Aye, my love," he hissed, voice fraying with heat at the end. "'Tis a sweet delight to be inside of thee. Never shall I from thee depart again."
He absolutely loved her expression, flushed and aching all for him as he eventually stopped that pattern to lay her back again on the bed, lift her leg up to taste her calf on his teeth. This was a better angle and he moved inside of her again, granted her mercy when she begged for more.
Elena loved the sight it seemed; she admired the way his muscles rolled into every movement, his thighs clenched and he liked that she found him pleasing to look at. He couldn't help but raise his chin, display himself further for her. A deep, masculine instinct to please his mate with his body and his need.
[Yes, she likes that. Show her the beast you are. Let her revel in you.]
He pulled out completely, then thrust harder back inside. That thrust made her toss her head with a high cry, clawing at his hips and he grinned.
"There?" he questioned.
Elena reached back, clawed the bed and his serpents played with her; teased her nipples with their forked tongues as he quickened his pace, angling her hips to make certain he would rub against that little spot and he found that her passionate responses were much louder, much sweeter and shameless now.
He nearly wept. She was beautiful.
She was desperately pleading for more. He would gladly give her more.
Messmer lifted her legs a little, held them close to his chest. Elena anticipated so much and nodded her head fiercely. He was close, his own finish rolling deep in his body, but not before he let her come. Never before her.
He lost his rhythm then and began to pound down into her with all the ferocity of a man in need. It should have hurt anyone, but his lover was happily writhing in his claws, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
He was rough, merciless. He lost his mind to it. But Elena was encouraging him more with words, her body and her love. He felt it coming; the tight coil twisting in his lower back and he smelled the heightened scent of her lust in her senses, the slick feeling against his cock, the way she gripped the base of his spine with her heels.
"I'm so close," she gasped.
Messmer laughed breathlessly, tongue flicking against her lips for a kiss before he picked up the pace.
"Yea, mine own dear. Lose thyself anon once more. Once more, prithee..." he gasped out.
He reached between them to help; rub her swollen, flushed bud again. It was enough when she clenched hard down on his cock, coming once more in a beautiful rush. He let out a shout, lost his pattern as he bore down on her with fast, hard thrusts. It took only a moment before his mind was lost to numbing pleasure and he gave one final deep thrust before burying his face in her neck, letting out a deep, animal groan. He spilled herself inside of her again, marking her. Claiming her.
[Mine. You are mine.]
Teeth worked at Elena's throat, soothing her, letting his serpents spread and stretch before draping lovingly over her hot, sweaty body. The little tongues stroked her shoulders, caressed and held her.
"M-Messmer..." Elena hummed, against his neck.
He caressed her body with his lips and hands. A moment of relaxation came to him and he carefully pulled himself out. His body ached from release as he trembled, the urge to mate satisfied for now.
She looked so ravished and ruined, happy and content.
"Mine beloved..." he breathed, shuddering.
His thoughts were quiet now as she held him, rubbing her hands through the little patches of scales. He liked that; he hissed quietly against her, tasting the air around her with a small breath of his open mouth.
"Wilt thou then abide with me?" he asked, quietly.
Elena nodded, stroked his hair, soothed him. "If you will have me as yours. Always." she said. "Will I need to do anything different for you?"
He smiled, feeling suddenly shy now. He couldn't help it. "I would like children."
Elena chuckled and he was happy when she didn't refuse. "And? How many would you like, my love?"
"As many as thou canst give me."
Elena smiled warmly, kissed his drenched cheek. He was so terribly sweat-covered. His mind was instinctive. He felt an unusual call to his blood to bring her food now. If he meant to mate with her, she would need protected, yes?
"Your scales tickles a little." Elena giggled.
Messmer looked down where they had rubbed against her side. He laughed quietly, shook his head.
"Ah, prithee forgive me."
"No, it's nice. I like it."
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Animal instinct.
He had to abide that much at least.
When it came to protecting Elena. Messmer would hunt the grounds, stalk in the woods. His mouth was wet, he was hungry.
Something big. Something suitable.
[For your mate and her growing brood.]
Oh, yes. A bear. He could spot it in the grass.
His claws were for her. His fire for her. The Abyssal Serpent would never change that in him. He was a monster, an animal forsaken by the Gold. But he was her monster now. And he had seen it in her eyes. She had ensnared him fully.
His spear found its mark in the bear's flesh. He was proud when his claws split its belly open. And when he brought it back to Elena, she was proud of him. It was a suitable kill, something substantial to please his mate.
Messmer was proud, rolling his muscles, flexing himself for her. Yes. This was good. He had done well.
[She's not just a mate.]
No, no, this was to feed her. To make her happy.
This was his freedom now.
He had a darling wife - yes, a wife, not just a mate - and soon, he would sire an heir to his dark and fiery kingdom. He was not alone anymore.
This was his now.
And when she reached up to kiss him, he heard those three words on her lips that saved him.
"I love you."