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winterfrosting) wrote2024-03-24 07:53 pm
winterfrosting) wrote2024-03-24 07:53 pm
Dark Cacao's Inbox
DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!
It is...
[ It's sighed out in agreeance and Vanilla tilts his head as he gets a nice full view of Cacao's cock, and Cacao will watch that red creep down further along Vanilla's body cause oh. My.
Then he's surprised out of his reverie of how uh large Cacao is by the palm spitting. It makes him jump, bleat a little, then laugh. ]
Oh, I see.
[ It's sighed out in agreeance and Vanilla tilts his head as he gets a nice full view of Cacao's cock, and Cacao will watch that red creep down further along Vanilla's body cause oh. My.
Then he's surprised out of his reverie of how uh large Cacao is by the palm spitting. It makes him jump, bleat a little, then laugh. ]
Oh, I see.
It hurts a little if your hand is too dry. It's quite sensitive.
Hm...
[ It takes a moment of shuffling to get to his knees, his hands coming up to Cacao's shoulder to push him back. One of the delights of minotaur strength, he can wrestle with Cacao and sometimes win. ]
You could ask for assistance from your loving husband, my love.
[ After all, it's not hard to know what to do. Too dry? Sliding his hands down Cacao's body - he loves it and likes touching - he shuffles himself back along Cacao's legs to be in the right position, then dips his head. If he gets attacked by a case of the shys while bent over that's between him and Cacao's cock. And he gives the tip the shyest little lick. Oh, that's not a bad taste, but he's fighting not to giggle like he's 2000 years younger. ]
[ It takes a moment of shuffling to get to his knees, his hands coming up to Cacao's shoulder to push him back. One of the delights of minotaur strength, he can wrestle with Cacao and sometimes win. ]
You could ask for assistance from your loving husband, my love.
[ After all, it's not hard to know what to do. Too dry? Sliding his hands down Cacao's body - he loves it and likes touching - he shuffles himself back along Cacao's legs to be in the right position, then dips his head. If he gets attacked by a case of the shys while bent over that's between him and Cacao's cock. And he gives the tip the shyest little lick. Oh, that's not a bad taste, but he's fighting not to giggle like he's 2000 years younger. ]
Hnn?
[Excuse you sir??? He doesn't fight back though, laying back down... and realizing what was about to happen a bare moment before it does]
O...oh.
[Excuse you sir??? He doesn't fight back though, laying back down... and realizing what was about to happen a bare moment before it does]
O...oh.
[ The giggles win for a moment over the "Oh", Vanilla feeling silly. He's an old man for crying out loud, and he's giggling over a dick. This is as far as his knowledge goes, however, other than than fumbling touches they've done before, but he can drag his tongue against Cacao's shaft to slick it up for him. The taste is stronger when he does that, thicker. Musky and earthy and slightly bitter. ]
Hmmm, Witches... is it too bitter?
[he tasted his hand after once and found it curious, and maybe not to a sweeter cookie's taste]
[he tasted his hand after once and found it curious, and maybe not to a sweeter cookie's taste]
Not at all! [ He shifts his hand to take it, careful to brush sand off first so there's no uh grit, angling it a little as he thoughtfully drags his tongue over the tip again. ] It's bitter, but it's... you. I like it. Hm, perhaps not the sexiest thing to say.
[ As if they're discussing the taste of tea, and he smiles apologetically before licking his lips, his voice softening. ]
I do like it, though.
[ As if they're discussing the taste of tea, and he smiles apologetically before licking his lips, his voice softening. ]
I do like it, though.
[He smiles at that, petting his head]
You couldn't say anything more appealing. What cookie wouldn't want to hear their partner likes their flavor?
You couldn't say anything more appealing. What cookie wouldn't want to hear their partner likes their flavor?
[ That makes him huff a laugh against the skin, smiling towards him. ]
Mm, you're just saying that because I'm very close to a sensitive area.
[ He turns his head to chase Cacao's hand with his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm, before dipping back down to help slick Cacao's cock up. It's messy and inexperienced, but he licks against the hard flesh with gusto. ]
Mm, you're just saying that because I'm very close to a sensitive area.
[ He turns his head to chase Cacao's hand with his mouth, placing a kiss on the palm, before dipping back down to help slick Cacao's cock up. It's messy and inexperienced, but he licks against the hard flesh with gusto. ]
Perhaps only a little self preservatio-ah-!
[Messy it might be, but Cacao is just as inexperienced, so even sloppy little licks was heavenly]
Caaareful...
[he might come embarrassingly fast otherwise, not that he knows 'fast' or 'slow' compared to any real metric.]
[Messy it might be, but Cacao is just as inexperienced, so even sloppy little licks was heavenly]
Caaareful...
[he might come embarrassingly fast otherwise, not that he knows 'fast' or 'slow' compared to any real metric.]
Edited 2024-09-01 23:49 (UTC)
[ The warning makes him chuckle a little and pull back, licking away the strand of saliva that comes with him. ]
My apologies, my love, it is quite the addictive taste. But I believe you had something you wished to show me?
[ He pulls himself back reluctantly, settling back to watch, a hand almost shyly going to his own hard cock to squeeze it lightly. ]
My apologies, my love, it is quite the addictive taste. But I believe you had something you wished to show me?
[ He pulls himself back reluctantly, settling back to watch, a hand almost shyly going to his own hard cock to squeeze it lightly. ]
[He makes a low chest-y whine at Vanilla stopping. Dark Cacao, the Dragon Lord and Ancient King does NOT pout. But his lips DO turn down a bit]
I feel I am being bullied.
I feel I am being bullied.
[ Of course that's not a pout. ]
My dear, perish the thought! I would never bully you! You desired to show me something and I would never dream of interrupting what you wished to do!
My dear, perish the thought! I would never bully you! You desired to show me something and I would never dream of interrupting what you wished to do!
Dark Cacao will find himself standing in a familiar place- though it is not Ourania's bedroom, the white marble and sheer curtains certainly invoke her memory, as does the nebula-like expanse outside of the arched windows. As he waits for something, anything, it's quiet and peaceful.
And then the world begins to shift. He'll find himself at the beach, standing before Ourania's statue. Everything is largely the same, save for the bitter cold, but the fruit sharks that swim through the air are circling a pile in the sand fretfully. As he walks over, he'll realize something has been unearthed: a large clutch of eggs.
He sees the cold set in, the snow pile on and the eggs freeze over- hears whimpers from within, cries for help that go unanswered.
And then he is back in the room, Ourania holding his hands. She's so much taller than him. Was she always...? She speaks softly, yet the weight will surely settle on his shoulders.
"My bitter moon... they are beside me, yet beyond my reach. The winter will kill them if they are not kept safe- I do not know if it is wise to move the clutch, as Beiwe has always been the dragon keeper... but I ask of you: find a way to keep them warm. The winter is going to be worse than before."
And then the world begins to shift. He'll find himself at the beach, standing before Ourania's statue. Everything is largely the same, save for the bitter cold, but the fruit sharks that swim through the air are circling a pile in the sand fretfully. As he walks over, he'll realize something has been unearthed: a large clutch of eggs.
He sees the cold set in, the snow pile on and the eggs freeze over- hears whimpers from within, cries for help that go unanswered.
And then he is back in the room, Ourania holding his hands. She's so much taller than him. Was she always...? She speaks softly, yet the weight will surely settle on his shoulders.
"My bitter moon... they are beside me, yet beyond my reach. The winter will kill them if they are not kept safe- I do not know if it is wise to move the clutch, as Beiwe has always been the dragon keeper... but I ask of you: find a way to keep them warm. The winter is going to be worse than before."
He recognizes where he is almost instantly, so he knows whatever he sees while here is vastly, terribly important. But even if he didn't the sight of those eggs would have yanked at his parental instincts like a fishhook. In fact, he was already moving towards them even before he returns to the goddesses home.
He squeezes her hands, a fire in his chest.
"How much time do I have?" His every instinct drives him to rush out the door as soon as he wakes, but even he can't carry that many eggs alone.
He squeezes her hands, a fire in his chest.
"How much time do I have?" His every instinct drives him to rush out the door as soon as he wakes, but even he can't carry that many eggs alone.
"The snow will come in weeks. Before then, frost. Ask whoever you trust, the hatchlings will need all the help they can get. If you can move them safely, they must maintain a connection to the sea however."
So bringing them back to the Grove won't work. But there are caves and less exposed areas on the beach. He's camped in worse. He will Maintain.
"Understood."
"Understood."
"I do not know if I can reach out as easily again soon. If there is anything else you must ask- or say- do so now, my dear."
For all of Pure Vanilla's sacrifices, the forest is still her brother-in-law's territory- she can only do so much, weakened as she is.
For all of Pure Vanilla's sacrifices, the forest is still her brother-in-law's territory- she can only do so much, weakened as she is.
"What do they need to hatch? Just heat? And what food and care?" Of course he's just thinking of the Babies. Screw himself.
Dear...
"They need warmth, yes, and presence. I believe the eggs may have resurfaced intentionally for their parents, but... few can enter the Black Sun's domain freely, so it is possible that they were separated while incubating.
When they hatch, they will take milks for two weeks before their fangs are strong enough to have solids, but at that point they can eat meat and fruit- their preferences will vary as any children would. Oh, but I don't know if they can have prepared foods...
They will be young for a very long time, so you will have time to learn and know them all."
"They need warmth, yes, and presence. I believe the eggs may have resurfaced intentionally for their parents, but... few can enter the Black Sun's domain freely, so it is possible that they were separated while incubating.
When they hatch, they will take milks for two weeks before their fangs are strong enough to have solids, but at that point they can eat meat and fruit- their preferences will vary as any children would. Oh, but I don't know if they can have prepared foods...
They will be young for a very long time, so you will have time to learn and know them all."
So likely they will hatch soon. Good.
"Just like any child." He remembers Choco's picky years very well. "Do not worry. I will not fail you.
"Just like any child." He remembers Choco's picky years very well. "Do not worry. I will not fail you.
"I believe in you... and if you are by my statue, pray if need be. I will do everything I can to support you as well."
Ourania squeezes his hands gently.
"Take care of them, my dear Bitter Moon. And take care of yourself, as well. I'd cry if I were to learn you were in poor health, you know. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She smiles like she's making a joke but she's very serious.
...
But it's almost time to wake.
Ourania leans down and presses a soft, motherly kiss to Cacao's forehead.
"It is time to wake now, dear one. Be safe. I believe in you."
And Cacao will awaken, the hazy purple dawn shining through the window.
Ourania squeezes his hands gently.
"Take care of them, my dear Bitter Moon. And take care of yourself, as well. I'd cry if I were to learn you were in poor health, you know. You wouldn't want that, would you?" She smiles like she's making a joke but she's very serious.
...
But it's almost time to wake.
Ourania leans down and presses a soft, motherly kiss to Cacao's forehead.
"It is time to wake now, dear one. Be safe. I believe in you."
And Cacao will awaken, the hazy purple dawn shining through the window.
mid to late december, im putting this up now cause i wanna
purevanillacookie
2024-12-07 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Freezing weather and feasting aside, he couldn't let Cacao's gift to him go unreciprocated, feeling the Resolution on his finger stronger every day. So he went to the Guardians and eventually came back with a gift.
Then had to figure out how to make that gift wearable for the daily. Dark Cacao may, at one point, find a hair tie missing.
Only to find it again, placed in the same spot it had once been, but this time with a long rainbow feather woven carefully into it. ]
Then had to figure out how to make that gift wearable for the daily. Dark Cacao may, at one point, find a hair tie missing.
Only to find it again, placed in the same spot it had once been, but this time with a long rainbow feather woven carefully into it. ]
[He blinks when he spots the bit of oiled leather now sporting a honestly beautiful feather. It takes him a moment to recognize it as Aurora's- having seen the Guardian so recently he knows who's feather that is.
He carefully picks it up, and feels the magics coursing through it]
How...?
He carefully picks it up, and feels the magics coursing through it]
How...?
A gift.
[ Cacao probably heard the click of Vanillas hooves coming up behind him before he speaks up, the minotaur smiling serenely as his Staff stares at his husband. ]
May it protect you where and when I cannot.
[ Cacao probably heard the click of Vanillas hooves coming up behind him before he speaks up, the minotaur smiling serenely as his Staff stares at his husband. ]
May it protect you where and when I cannot.
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