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[ He'd be upset about that delight towards his death(?) if he could focus.

Sir, they are supposed to be focusing on Necromancy, not on making him writhe! Again!

The sensation of Shadow Milk feeding magic into him through the runes, a physical link between the two, is a different sort of pleasure. Red is creeping down his cheeks to his neck and shoulders, darkening the runes there, his fingers curling against the nape of Shadow Milks neck as his breathing hitches again. He moves in closer to hide his face in against Shadow Milks shoulder and neck, letting his heart rabbit in his chest for Shadow Milk to feel.

More runes light up to the 'familiar' magic, nothing activating magic wise due to no intent to call upon a particular use of it, but it makes the air shiver and throb with energy, power. ]

I was part of the Academy, your writings inspired far more than simply trying to create the perfect Cookie body. The Truth of Power.

[Just! Hang on a second, he's cooking.]

[Ah, and now they are even closer, and he can feel the magic thrumming back through him in turn, like a current. The air grows particularly thick, with a power and desire that threatens to come alive. It's poised, waiting for intent. Vanilla is practically acting as some kind of conduit while it surges through him, which is reacting with his body-

He sharply inhales, and finally relinquishes the circuit.]

...That is a particularly ugly Truth, isn't it? Not many can wield such a thing without...

[Corruption. Madness.]

Vanilly, I thiiink I've just discovered I can channel through you.

[ It's a strange sensation, yet familiar. His power, his energy, responding to someone elses call. It's not unlike the touching of Soul Jams yet inherently different. Shadow Milk is threading magic through him and making him, the runes, respond. Primed and on the edge, and all Shadow Milk would have to do is give a command-

And then it's gone, and where Shadow Milk inhales, Vanilla exhales a shuddery noise. It's like cold water thrown over him, his skin breaking out into goose bumps to the sudden lack of the sensation. The runes fade back into their soft red color, the energy that hums and crackles in the air fades, and Vanilla is trying to comprehend words right now.

Give him a hot second, his darling Other-Half, as he reaches his hand up to scrub at his face as he pulls back to meet Shadow Milks gaze. You just magically almost wrecked him and expect him to keep up? It's like the ringing in the ears over his entire brain. ]

A-ah... The markings are derivatives of your very work, I am not surprised they respond to you.

[Oh, look at him. So flushed and wanting, all from just a little bit of magic running through his body. These bodies really are something else. How do humans get anything done? He can't help the grin on his face while Vanilla tries to recover.]

Do you need to have a seat, Vanilla Bean? You look a little warm.

[Okay no, he's definitely still a monster. Thoughts of morality crisis averted.]

I wonder what would happen if we tried to use it to actually cast something, hm?

Oh, you're horrid.

[ He does actually need to sit down but if he pulls away further from Shadow Milk right now he's very embarrassed over what the other is going to see. He shifted his hips away already.

Morality crisis averted indeed.

But now there's this, and he coughs lightly to the side, flushed. ]

Well, other than me quite possibly coming on the spot?

[ ... Yet, he's curious. He knows Shadow Milks been having problems with his magic, and he thought it was a Soul Jam issue but- ]

... Try it.

Aaaaaaalways have been!

[He says practically singing, look how delighted he is to try this out. Vanilla coming on the spot is just a nice perk honestly. He did not need a book to make him writhe under his touch after all. Huhu.]

[Anyway, he's in your soul and your thoughts so he knows exactly what's happening down there. He wants so badly to keep teasing him but he does also see the practicality of having him sit, too.]

A risk I'm willing to take. Come sit on the bed, so you do not positively faint from pleasure.

[But once he does, Shadow Milk won't waste anytime putting his hands back on the runs again and activating them.]

[ Horrid horrid horrid little wicked man. But at least he's not being teased and it means he can focus a bit, sighing hard as he tries to relax. He forces his body to move away from Shadow Milk and over to the bed, where he sits then leans back on his hands, skin dark red.

And it gets redder to the touch and the activation, the sensation surging through him again. The unique pleasure getting a unfettered moan from him now, soft and whispery but there, making him shift against the bed. Power and energy flare back up again, hum in the air once more, feeding off of Shadow Milks touch. It aches between them, waiting for the Intent.

Without thinking, Vanilla reaches out to grip around Shadow Milks shoulders again and let himself fall back, pulling the other down against him. Pisn Shadow Milks hands against him between them, his nails scratching at his shoulder blades as he clings, his knee coming up to slide against Shadow Milks hip. Letting him feel the way Vanillas cock is hard again, twitching, leaking from this. ]

Do it. Anything.

[He is the most horrid and he is so happy about it! But also, he is very excited about this little experiment. He settles down next to him to start things up. Feels the way the magic hums through them, the way it crackles in the air.]

[He lets himself sink into that feeling this time, to really feel the magic out, to let is wash through him. Maybe by doing this he can knock something loose. Maybe it will waken his own...?]

[Ah, but Vanilla's breathy little moan is music to his ears and he presses further, really trying to build him up, until Vanilla just grabs him and drags him down onto the bed over top of him. It nearly breaks his concentration, and his hair jolts up in alarm suddenly.]

[But now they're even closer, now more of his skin is touching the runs and he feels it hum through him all encompassing. Skin-to-skin, their hips slotted together, and his cock against him- For a long maddening moment, As the magic rushes through them like a deadly current, he feels his very make up break down into the Other-Realm, becoming one with the magic entirely, it takes Vanilla's words to bring him back and finally unleash the spell.]

[he makes a strangled noise. He casts the spell.]

[A little Other-Realm portal opens up on the ceiling and drops a stuffed rabbit onto the bed next to them.]

[ It's the difference between having an orgasm from a slow build up - that had been the Soul exploration, though 'fast' it had felt like love making, touching, becoming one - and having an orgasm from your prostate being punched. It's definitely the second one; Vanilla unable to stop the shout from tearing from his throat as his cock jerks to the sudden burst of intense heat and pleasure bursting through him like a nova, his back arching as he ruts against Shadow Milks thigh in a sudden needy motion, his nails digging into skin and scratching lines up it. He definitely makes a hot wet mess against Shadow Milk, cock throbbing and twitching, balls tight and aching from the sudden climax.

And then he's startled to the thump of the rabbit by him, jumping as he turns his head to give it a surprised look, mouth open as his cock twitches in shivering rolling aftershocks. This is the most absurd thing to see right after that but- ]

Ah- haha!

[ There's joy in that little laugh, as he undigs his fingers from Shadow Milks back to reach out and pick the little plus rabbit up, beaming at it. It's so cute! And he knows it wasn't here before which means. ]

You did it...

[ He's so happy, even if his voice is a little croaky from the cry. ]

Edited 2025-03-14 09:37 (UTC)

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