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Taboos!

Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.

So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?

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A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the uppercrust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keeps you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo.

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Any other being would likely need to breathe, but Rosiel is a monster too. He enjoys the sensation of choking and the sweet, sweet ache building in his groin. Elias will feel that the angel is almost purring, gasping and moaning as he finds a delightful angle. The shadows will increase around them, cloaking them and keeping this encounter their lovely little secret.

Eventually, the ache and tension will spiral higher and higher. The quick, hard thrusts undo Rosiel and his fingers and toes curl as the waves of pleasure pound against him. Perfect. Perfect! All of his inner muscles clench as he orgasms and his body arches off of the bed.

Elias has accomplished the near impossible. He has erased every other thought in Rosiel's mind and he isn't suffering. Not now.

Elias withdrew his tongue as he neared climax, the knot swollen at the base of his cock now, popping in and out of Rosiel with each thrust.

A deep growl rumbled through him, hot breath ghosting over his chest as he held him down and rocked into him quick and deep as he could.

As his walls fluttered around his cock, Elias pressed to the hilt and bit Rosiel's shoulder, cock erupting hot and thick, knotting him and plugging it all up deep within his womb.

He licks his lips and tightens his legs around Elias's hips, encouraging him onward. He is deliciously sensitive and each thrust makes him shiver. But none of the motions can compare to being so utterly filled by the wet heat. Rosiel cries out and bares his neck, accepting the bite as if there is no greater joy in all the world.

"Elias..." he breathes and loosens his hands, cradling the skull between his fingers, "You feel amazing. If we had a child, I wonder what it would look like?"

Half angel, half wendigo? The truth is, Rosiel has many "children" and all of them are unnerving to behold. But he loves them and he has never given birth to one the natural way.

Elias kept bucking his hips, stuffing Rosiel with his seed until he had none left to give.

He withdrew his teeth, licking the bloody bite mark and giving a low purring noise as he lay atop of him, keeping his weight on his arms so as not to crush him as he licked the wound until it ceased bleeding.

The statement brought him out of the fog of pleasure somewhat. "Children? I do not think that is possible. An interesting thought though" he nosed his temple and jawline affectionately as they lay tied together, his bony chest slowing as he caught his breath. He was fairly certain he could not reproduce, if he was what many had theorized he might be, a wendigo. Sexual encounters like this were not how more were created.

He runs his hands over the bone, fur and feathers, silently relishing the different textures. Rosiel doesn't seem too intent about them parting, either, which is a bit strange for him. Growing too attached to anyone is frightening for a thing like him, but maybe Elias can understand that sentiment.

"Really? What a shame." he smiles as if it is no matter and his hands rise to caress Elias's horns, "You would make handsome offspring. I wouldn't mind tending to their needs until they are as strong as you."

Elias had never really thought of having children until now. To be fair he hadn't really thought about being in bed with someone in this form either. Rosiel was opening his eyes to the possibility that...perhaps life didn't have to be lived in solitude.

He rested his head down, clearly liking the attention to his face, a face he hid so often, even among other magic users.

"Children are strange. They see things, they cry, they try to touch what they shouldn't...they scream. I am unsure if I want that, even it were possible."

"They would favor you! What do they have to fear seeing their handsome father?" Rosiel has a unique perspective, admittedly, but monsters don't cry at the sight of other monsters, "You've been treated poorly and you have lacked the acceptance that comes with having family."

Now his tone is a little melancholy. No matter how hard he tries, Rosiel lacks that acceptance too. Perhaps that is why he tries to give it out - in his own twisted way - to others like him. Of course, in most cases, he has to make others like him. It's only then that they won't scream or defy him.

Elias is special in that regard. Rosiel is happy to trace his bony features, stroking his snout next.

"I know that feeling."

Rosiel did seem to know what it was like...but still, he was human looking, he just had to hide his wings...was that the same as hiding behind a veil or a human face?

He tried not to sink into that hole of self-loathing, of what he was and why. Rosiel liked him. Liked him very well it seemed.

Perhaps...that was all that mattered. No need to compare scars as it were.

He nuzzled his cheek and then gave the knot that tied them an experimental tug.

Edited 2018-11-24 00:07 (UTC)

Oh this form is borrowed. Rosiel is a monstrosity in his true form and his body is prone to falling apart and rotting. Without his sister's flesh, he is a mad, geriatric lump. When he was born, he couldn't see or hear or feel. But with Alexiel's sacrifices, he was able to become beautiful - like her - though he feels she rejects him at every turn.

She is his twin and without her, he is terribly, achingly lonely. Elias is one of the few to draw his attention from her and Rosiel adores him with an open heart.

"Ah!" he shudders and his muscles clench, remembering, "I wonder...if you would be attracted to me...as myself."

"This is not how you really look?" he figured Rosiel might have wings or the like that he hid to not be a nuisance in tight spaces but, did he look entirely different too?

Elias tugged again but he was pretty tightly wedged inside. He remained still again, deciding to wait it out.

He nosed his cheek again, licking his lips. "Tell me how you look?"

"...no." he purses his lips unhappily, sighing, "The only lovely part about me are my wings." Rosiel glances at Elias, hissing quietly at the tugging. He appreciates the care the other is showing and he can give him some help. If he doesn't, showing the other his true form will be difficult.

"Try again." he murmurs, reaching down to curl his fingers around Elias's member. Gently, carefully, he separates them, arching up to kiss the other's cheek when it's done.

Only then does he let his body decay. His body is small and fragile - almost skeletal - and the signs of rotting spread like a tattoo across his face and down his chest.

Elias grunted as he was tugged free of Rosiel and he pushed himself to sit up, his cock dribbling cum as the other's pussy did. He'd filled him to the brim.

He watched as the other's body shifted, looking more dead than alive as he transformed. It was a bit of a surprise, he expected extra eyes or perhaps something grotesque and twisted. But he was still him.

He lay down next to Rosiel, lifting a hand to touch his cheek, then paused, "Does it hurt?" he asked, not wanting to touch him and then cause him pain, not out of disgust.

He doesn't mind being filled in the least. It's a good feeling - something that lasts after they part. Mischievously, Rosiel swipes a finger across the tip of Elias's member.

But his happiness is muted when he changes and he lets his hair fall to conceal his decay on instinct. He is so thin that his shoulder blades look like another pair of wings.

"No..." he is perplexed at the reaction, his eyes widening, "Do you want to touch me?"

Elias shuddered at the little tease. he was far from finished as his cock remained well out of the sheath.

He nodded, cradling Rosiel in his arms and moving to res this back against the headboard. He gave the bite a lick, blowing softly against his temple.

His inky black coat of fur and feathers caressed Rosiel's frail form as Elias had him lay against him, very much okay with this.

He hasn't ever been held like this - or held at all. Katan had tried now and then, but Rosiel had pushed him away. Elias is too familiar for him to do likewise and he smiles suddenly, brightly, embracing him as tightly as his slender arms allow.

"I will protect you. No one will hurt you again."

Elias threaded clawed finger through the other's unique hair then down his back. "Will you now?" he said, a slight humor in his voice.

"Very well, new guardian."

He bumped his nose gently against Rosiel's temple

"Mm that does have a nice ring to it." his body transforms back to its healthy state and he slips up to kiss along Elias's jawline, "I once protected many. Now that I am awake, I can do so again."

It's only fair and right!

"Many?"

...He didn't like the idea of sharing Rosiel. Now that he'd met someone who saw and accepted him, he didn't want Rosiel to go to others.

No, he couldn't be selfish...he couldn't keep Rosiel.

"Do what you must" he said. He couldn't have him for his own, but at least, for the time being, he could. His tongue slid along Rosiel's lips, the hand on his back cupping his ass.

"You sound...upset?" he is sensitive to jealousy - having felt it for many, many centuries. Coyly, Rosiel slips onto Elias's lap, reaching down to fondle him.

"Talk to me, Elias. I don't want you to feel unhappy." as fickle and rash as he can be, his heart is good and they are a delightful match. He doesn't want to ruin this.

His lips part and he groans, touching their tongues together.

"I will admit, I want you for my own." he rumbled, cock giving a heavy twitch in Rosiel's hand. "I don't want anyone else touching you..." he took a moment, pressing his tongue into the other's mouth, caressing the roof and then the other's smaller one before withdrawing to bluntly nip his unmarked shoulder.

"But we are not married, I do not have the right to ask that of you. I only ask then that that when you should leave me, do not sneak away."

"I've never given myself to anyone." he does find the idea charming - and pleasurable in Elias's case. Rosiel strokes the other with open affection, tracing along the shaft, memorizing by touch so he can remember him when they are apart. The questing tongue makes him shudder and he leans their heads together, humming.

"You are a wonder, Elias. Would you mind if I returned to you once the war is done? We could be whatever you wished." he chuckles, "No, I will not sneak away from you."

His cock was already swollen to full mast again, enjoying all this attention very much.

"I would like that" he said "I enjoy being with you"

He nuzzled his temple, "You're playing with me a lot again, did you want more?"

"I enjoy being with you too. I am not done with you." his hunger is almost insatiable. Rosiel smirks and his voice lowers a notch:

"I am playing with you. I noticed you are quite willing for another round too."

Except, this time, he pushes on Elias's chest, urging him to lie back.

"Will you allow me to do as I please?"

Elias couldn't lay flat thanks to his horns, but he could recline against the pillows and headboard a bit more.

The arousal was merely a physical response, he was fairly certain he'd be fine if Rosiel wanted nothing more to do with him tonight. But he did, so he nodded.

What he pleased?

"Yes."

A physical response that deserves some attention in Rosiel's opinion. Of course it helps that he is eager for more, too. Once Elias is settled, he leans forward and kisses along his neck and shoulder. His hand still caresses and gently tightens around that magnificent cock; it's clear he is going to take his time admiring his new lover.

"You must have come to be while I slept... I am so glad to finally meet you."

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