#idimalle

Something bad is going to happen today, Idia just knows it.

For the past week now he's been plagued with the most sickening of status debuffs, or in layman terms, "paranoia", without knowing exactly why he's feeling so paranoid. Idia knows he's an anxious person by nature—he's always been that way, so, being jumpy or flighty isn't anything new to him, but this anxiety he's feeling… it just doesn't feel natural—normal. Even by his standards.

Take it from the resident shut-in (BY PERSONAL PREFERENCE AND CHOICE; LET IT BE KNOWN THAT PEOPLE SUCK AND ARE SCARY) otaku, someone who's always anxious, what he's feeling it isn't without due cause.

And he hates it. He can't even walk down the school halls without feeling like he's about to be get jumped—it's the worst! What's worse than that is that he can't even pinpoint why he's feeling this way, so he guesses that he's just gonna have to live with it until the feeling goes away… joy.

Idia wrapped his arms around his waist and shrunk into himself as much as possible as he walked, hoping and praying to the good Lord Of The Underworld that he can simply skedaddle back to his dorm room without any hassle.

"Shroud, just the person I was looking to find."

Blood and darkness, motherfucker, and god dammit too. 

Idia jumps in his skin and whips around to the source of the voice on flighty feet, standing behind him was one Azul Ashengrotto who had a rather strained smile on his face. The kind of strained smile that one would have when suppressing a laugh or something else similarly unpleasant. This cause the tips of Idia's hair framing his face to flare into a vibrant hot pink in response to his embarrassment.

"Azul… what do you want...?" He runs his fingers though his flaming locs in soothing motions, irritation rolling off him in waves.

Azul's strained expression fades almost immediately as he huffs at him, indignant at his reaction. "Why—is that any way to speak to a friend?"

"Yeah, definitely friends, like you didn't just come up to me with some nefarious ulterior motives to drag me outside of my comfort zone, but go off, i guess …" Idia mumbles under his breath.

"Ignoring that baseless, and (semi) wholly untrue, accusation," the bespectacled boy rolls his eyes and pushes up his glasses before handing Idia a flier, Idia takes the flier with some resistance, "I just wanted to see if you were willing to come to Monstro Lounge's game night, seeing that you are also a member of the tabletop club, I just thought that this might have been of interest to you."

Idia reads over the flier, a flat expression on his face. It details what the event would have and what going would entail, the time the event would start and when it would end, planned activities, games to play, what food and drinks would be available—the works. It looks good but there's one major caveat: Idia is NOT a people person. Just the thought of being trapped in a social event surrounded by people—extroverted people, mind you, makes his hp drop into the red. That and, all and all, isn't his kind of thing.

Idia scrunches up his face and looks up at Azul. "I dunno, this isn't my kind of game night…"

"Oh, don't be like that! This would be an amazing change of pace from playing fps games in the dark of your room every Friday and," Azul claps his hands together, a wide, closed eyed, smile on his face, "I already told Ortho that you will be attending this event so there's no point in trying to hide away in your room after school today~! After all, Ortho will just drag you out to Octavinelle so you don't "Miss out on such a great opportunity," so to speak."

Blood and darkness! Curse his lovingly worried younger brother! Like he was cursed, suddenly all the life within him was siphoned out and into the abyss as the reality of his situation became clearer to him: he's going to that event, whether he wants to or not.

Idia deflates like a ballon with a small hole poked into it's base, slowly and surly shrinking and shriveling up, collapsing down to the ground as his will to continue on with his miserable existence vanished from him. Soon, he was face down on the ground, his flaming hair splayed out around him dramatically and the flier laying discarded a few inches away from him.

"My alone tiiiiiime…!" He bemoaned.

Azul rolls his eyes begins tapping his foot. "C'mon Idia, get up off the ground. It's dirty."

"No, I've been afflicted with bind and can't move. Sorry but your gonna have to leave me to my fate on the floor…"

Azul sighs, bends over, and then hauls Idia off the ground and tosses him over his shoulder like a sack of limp sad potatoes, then begins his trek to Octavinelle. As this happens, Idia notes that that weird feeling he's been having ebbs away bit by bit the further he's carried away from where he collapsed.

He doesn't know how to feel about that—not that how he feels about it matters. He's about to be forced to socialize for the entire evening which, arguably, is worse than the paranoia. So please, if any deific figure overhead is watching of him—watching him suffer—! Please… just strike him down… save him the torment and just send him to the game over screen in the great beyond, please, he's begging….!

= = 🐉 = =

Malleus watches as the object of his affections be hauled away—by another man—with piercing green eyes, his hands clenching and unclenching, electricity sparking around his fingertips. If he had any less control over his magic, was any less of a man, there'd be a hurricane brewing and aimed directly at the octopus mer… but, while magical self control isn't his strong suit, he exercises it perfectly in a way befitting a man of his position. Even if only in this singular instance.

But still… how he desires noting more than to strike lighting down upon the cephalopod, watch the electricity spark through his charred skin, and watch the light leave his eyes… A fitting punishment for someone who dares to so brazenly lay his hands upon what Malleus deems as his—his, darling, Idia.

Thunder booms outside, the sky rapidly darkens, and rain begins to fall.

Oh.

Oh no.

He did not mean to to that.

Malleus breaths in deep, then exhales smoke, and all the other ugly feeling brewing within him, he then steps out from behind a pillar and into the open hall, dispelling the brewing storm his emotions had created. He walks up to the flier Idia dropped and snatches it up off the ground with his magic, reading it.

He can't make heads or tails of any of the more intricate details that the flier offers about the event as most of the "games", he believes that they are, it has listed seem more modern compared to what he had grown up with in Briar Valley, but he got the general jist of it and with that knowledge he puts a plan into action.

He pull out his phone and dials a number. It rings for just a few moments but eventually he gets a response.

"Malleus, do you need something? I'm in a bit of a situation—!"

Noises ring from the other end of the line, sounds of excited shouts; something about "romancing the dragon" and "fireballs" is said a few times. Malleus can't make heads or tails of it and is more than a little confused.

"Lilia, I request a favor."

Unintelligible conversations ring from out of the phone—Lilia's voice one of them—this goes on for a while, but after a few minutes Lilia finally responds.

"Is this about that Idia shroud?" Lilia asks.

Malleus coughs into his fist, tips of his ears and nose reddening, one of said ears flicking. "No…"

"No…?" Lilia parrots.

Face now fully scarlet, he relents, his ears dropping. "Yes, yes it is. He's going to a gaming event and I want to go there as well so I can spend more time with him. But…"

"But you know nothing of gaming culture and don't desire to embarrass yourself in front of your crush?" Lilia finishes, knowingly.

Loath as he is to admit it, this is true. He would embarrass himself if he tried to waltz up to the event unprepared—and worse, "scare the hoes", as Lilia puts it, as he does so. Malleus would sooner chop his wings off than do that in front of his darling Idia.

Malleus nods despite noting Lilia can't see him through his phone. "Yes, exactly that. What do I do?"

Some more nondescript notices and conversations, then Lilia speaks again. "Stay right there, I'll be over in ten."

= = 💀 = =

This is a terrible way to spend his night, being forced to socialize with normies and non-entities. Idia wants nothing more than to go back to the sanctity of his room, bundle up in his three throw blankets, crack open a monster energy drink, and do dailies in one of his favorite gacha games before passing out with his phone still on, but no, Azul just HAD to threaten him with Ortho's disappointment. So here Idia sits, sandwiched between two NPCS, being forced to play Mario Cart.

He's winning, of course, and has been since the first few rounds. Most of the games he's playing are child's play to him. But that doesn't change the fact that he would LITERALLY rather be anywhere but here.

"Get gud, scrub." He drawls, his finger deftly taping the confirm button.

"Aw, what?!"

A red shell flies from Luigi's hand and snipes Pauline, comically flipping her cart, allowing him to zoom past her and take the win, first place. Did he wait until they were just at the finish line to do that? Yeah. Could he have done that ages ago at any point, overtaking her, and still win with no issues? Also yeah. Did he do it to be petty just cause he didn't even want to be there to begin with? Does he even need to say it? The answer is obvious.

Idia turns to the guy behind him and, shakily, hands the controller to him and shimmies out to the way to the food table.

He drags his hands down his cheeks, pulling the down with them. There's almost a full four more hours left of this hell before he can leave and he's already played each game once aside from the dungeons and dragons table, which isn't done being set up yet, and he is bored. And worse, uncomfortable.

Idia grabs a plate and begins loading it with salted chips and some form of hot cheesy dip with diced tomatoes, bell pepper, and seasoned beef mixed in—rotel, he thinks Yuu called it? It's good, so good that Idia smothers his chips in it.

"Cheesy foodstuffs of the gods… come to me…!" He whispered to his plate, slowly turning around to amble his way to the most secluded spot in the lounge.

"Oh, Idia! Didn't expect to see you here!"

Idia almost dropped his plate as he turned to the voice. Standing beside him was Lilia, he also had a plate of chips and dip along side some miniature sausages smothered in barbecue sauce. He had a bright smile on his face that, quite frankly, blinded Idia. Too much extrovert energy in one person.

"Lilia… I wasn't expecting you to be here…." he says, trying his best to not outwardly shrink into himself.

"Well, I happened to be in the area and was offered to join in on this event; as I am a fan of games myself, I could refuse! And so far, it has been nothing short of a blast! Most fun I've had in the last twenty years or so!" Lilia says, brightly.

Idia nods along, only slightly paying attention. Mentally he's already back in his little hide-y hole, stuffing his face with chips dipped in rotel, and playing on his phone. He really wants to go do that right now… maybe he can cut this little conversation short?

Idia inches away. "That's… nice, Lilia, but if you don't mind…?"

Lilia latches onto his arm, almost making him drop his precious food, Idia only barely maintains his balance.

"Oh, don't be so quick to run away! I promise I won't bite! I just want to spend a little time with you! And," Lilia motions to the extravagant DND table that had been in the process of being set of for a while, it is finished now, looks hella enticing, and looking for participants. " The dungeons and dragons table is finally reset! I myself have already played a few campaigns with a few others and, well, I would like to go again—but this time, with you. What do you say?"

Idia loves dungeons and dragons. But, at the same time, does he really wanna play out here with a bunch of strangers? He looks at the table, it glimmers under the ambient light of the lounge, Idia then looks at Lilia, his eyes also glitter under the light of the lounge. Hnnnnnnn—no. Not happening.

Right as he's about to decline, the little Ortho in the back of his mind pouts at him, and suddenly, all his will to run leaves him.

"A-alright. I'll go—but only if I can multi-class a artifice and warlock. I refuse otherwise." He says, reluctance painting his face.

"However you wish to play, my friend! Now, let's go!"

He grabs Idia's arm, and with a surprising amount of strength for a man so small, drags Idia's lumbering self over to the table.

= = 🐉 = =

Euu looks up at him, a pitying expression on his face. ""Nat one?" Damn, then. Tsuntaro, better luck next time."

Malleus has no idea what he's doing. He looks down at the sheets before him and the die—no, the D-Twenty, as Lilia called it, in bewilderment. It landed on a one, which means that, apparently, he can't cast fireball effectively? If at all.

This is ludicrous—of course he can cast fireball! It's the most basic of fire magic! Why, he can breath fire! He can give them a demonstration if they so desire, but, alas, the die deems it unnecessary.

"Maledictius' aim shakes and, as a result, the casted fireball goes wide missing the target by an inch aaaaand (drum roll please) hitting Rosario in the process." Euu describes, dramatics rampant in his voice and gestures.

Riddle fumes at this and sharply rises to his feet. "Why I've never—?! You had that hit me on purpose, didn't you, Eustace?!"

The redhead points an accusing finger towards Euu who, while smiling in a way that makes him look only guiltier, folds his arms looks away.

"Don't know whatcha talkin' 'bout, Rubi Rose." He says, then adds, "And besides, your character was behind Malleus' target, so, if he missed, (which he did, mind you) it's only natural that your guy gets popped in the process. I don't make the rules, I just follow them."

Riddle's face goes red and his teeth begin to grind against each other. "I swear to the Queen of Hearts—you do make the rule—?! You're the dungeon master!"

Euu shrugs at Riddle and sticks his younger out.

"That's it! I will have your head for this—!"

Euu rests his head hands, elbows propped up against the table and his body leans over it, a smirk on his face. "So chop it. The fuck?"

"You must think I'm jesting, because, I can ASSURE YOU—!"

"So chop it."

Riddle pulls out his magipen and leaps across the table. But by then Malleus has all and lost interest in the entire affair. As to why? Well, it's because the object of his attention has left the get together. "To go to the bathroom", Idia had said. But Malleus knows better.

He exudes himself and leaves to lounge, to chase after his darling, though, not before getting a tip from Lilia on his way out.

"I heard that he's going to camp out in the abandoned bathroom in the east wing. This is all just conjecture and speculation on my end, buuuut," a bat flutters down out of nowhere and lands on Lilia's finger. The bat fae smiles down at it. "I have really reliable sources~!"

Malleus nods at him and leaves the lounge.

= = 💀 = =

Idia laughed giddily to himself from his hiding spot, the stall closest to the back wall. He's been trying to escape the hell he's been forced into, socializing, for what felt like ages. Every attempt before his final one, a failure, and time after time between attempts he was roped into piss easy games (that he had no choice but to aura farm in) as divine punishment for even trying to escape.

But finally he got his chance; after game mastering a few rounds of DND (and participating himself in some) he managed to shuck off his duties onto Eustace and escape under the guise of "going to the bathroom" and no one suspected a thing.

Now here he is in the abandoned east wing (where no one in their right mind ever goes) alone in his own company—AND! And that slimy feeling he was getting plagued with for the last week is still gone too! To that, FINALLY… some fucking freedom!

He pumps his fist in the air with joy and boots up his handheld and plays.

He plays… and plays… and plays some more until time loses meaning. Time goes by fast as he over indulges in his cozy, rpg, and a-rpg games, flicking between them all in rapid succession. Idia reaches perfection in SunDrop Valley in that time, he will treasure that save file for months to come. Years even!

"Now that I've reached perfection… should I start romancing the valley-goers? My farm house has been built up to max capacity and comfort…" Idia thinks about that some, then he smiles. "I mean… The Magus is looking especially datable right now, heh heh!" He says to himself, tone light and airy.

He moves to boot up his completed save and, shit, he really has to piss. Badly. Ok, new plan: get up, go to a urinal, piss, then start romancing fictional magic dilfs. Still though, it's annoying that he has to stop and take a break pre game, and yes, he does know that he could just… do it in the stall he's camping out in, but that would be gross as hell (because he has snacks and shit in this stall and he doesn't want to risk back-splashing onto any of them with his poor aim).

Idia cracks open his stall an inch, peeking for any wayward students in the bathroom with him. Fining none, he sneakily tiptoes out, heads to the closest urinal and pisses. Things are going fine, for the most part. Then tragedy comes. Someone walks in and uses the bathroom, to pee, Idia thinks. And, off all the urinals they could've used to achieve that, they specifically choose to use the urinal directly beside Idia.

Great Lord Of The Underworld, they're practically bumping shoulders! No, they are bumping shoulders! This is so uncomfortable!!

Hesitantly (and mildly annoyed), Idia looks over to who the new guy was and—HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS THAT MALLEUS DRACONIA?!

Malleus is taking a piss beside him. Sevens, what the fuck? Why now is this place getting foot traffic? Why here?! Idia's eyes dart in every direction away from the dragon fae but then, in a stroke of bad luck and ill timing, they trail downward, and—those are two dicks. Dark purple in color, ridged, possibly knotted at the base and sizable to boot… no visible balls.

Huh, he's always kinda wanted to know what was going on down there, weird fae anatomy and all—wait, no! NO! Idia, no, what the fuck?! Why are you even looking down there—you're acting like a perv!

Idia wretches his head in the opposite direction away from malleus'… everything and pretends that he. Saw. Nothing.Only this doesn't work because the image of those two things flash over and over throughout his mind like a well made slideshow, each slide a (hypothetical) different angle of his two dicks—some of them even depicting them hard and—?!

A throbbing, intoxicating, pain pools in Idia's lower regions… he knows that is and he's really, really, really hoping that is isn't what he thinks is is. He looks down, faced bleached white, and, yep, he's hard. Painfully hard, like so hard that throb genuinely hurts a little and in an agonizingly good way.

Someone, kill him. Save him the embarrassment. There is absolutely no way he can get back to his stall—hell, his room,in this condition! He can't even leave the urinal without risk of malleus seeing his not-so-little predicament! Again, please kill him, save him the embarrassment.

He squeezes his eyes shut hoping, praying, that this issue sorts itself out but no, he isn't getting any softer and Malleus' dick slideshow isn't stopping anytime soon. He stands closer to the urinal, as close as he can get, to hide his shame. He can only hope it does the trick to obscure as much of himself as possible.

Malleus bumps his shoulder into Idia's and all thoughts in the flame headed boy's head cease.

"Shroud, you look tense." He says, voice a low rumble.

Idia fearfully opens an eye and blanches at what he sees. Malleus Draconia, fae prince, future heir to the throne of Briar Valley, strongest mage and man in all of modern Twisted Wonderland is masturbating beside him. He's lazily pumping one of his, now erect, cocks in the urinal—right in plain sight where Idia can see him—?! 

He looks down at the display and damn that's a nice cock, a true SS tier one if he had to rate it, but that doesn't change the fact that the fae's jerking off beside him?! He can't brush that off!

Idia jerks away from Malleus, an accusing finger raised to point at him. "W-what do you think you're doing?!"

Malleus turns to him, a quizzical expression on his face. "Pleasuring myself of course? Why the question, Idia?"

Idia didn't think that he would be so blunt about it and that alone throws him for a loop, he doesn't know what to say to that. Malleus sees that as an opening as, while Idia short circuit's, he turns to him and walks over to him and gets into his personal space, towering over Idia.

Idia shrinks into himself and so does little Idia—but only by a bit. It's here that Idia remembers that his dick is still out and non-flaccid. He quickly attempts to cover up his shame but Malleus grabs his hands and holds them away before he could. What the fuck?!

"What are you doing, shroud?" He asked, innocently his also not as his voice dipped into a low and rumbling tone.

"I'm putting my dick away—w-why are you stopping me?!"

The far looks down at Idia, not a hard feat considering their height different, and smirks. "I find myself liking the view, and, it would be premature for you to cover up so soon before I could glimpse it after having seeing mine."

Shit, he knew—he knew and, for some reason, didn't smite him on the spot for peeking like a little perv! Idia does notknow what to do or feel about that information.

"You… like the view." Idia what the fuck are you saying? Abort! Abort mission; return to HQ! Immediately!!! Do notengage with the stupidly hot dragon man! This can only end horribly for you!

Malleus chuckles, soft, deep, and resonates, his voice echoing off the walls of the empty bathroom. "I do. And, with your permission of course, I'd like to get a closer look, if you don't mind my asking…?"

Malleus Draconia, tell him you did NOT just offer to suck him off. That's what he meant, right? To suck Idia's dick, right???? That's the only thing he could've meant by tha statement. Oh sevens, what did he get himself into? Idia just wanted to play games in seclusion…

"You want to… what?" He says, mouth agape.

Malleus' drops to his knees before him. Though he's still on the taller end, even on his knees, (holy shit—the Malleus Draconia is on his knees for HIM ) he still kneels comfortably at dick sucking height, Idia's cock—fully erect, once again—just inches away from his cheek.

"I've made intent clear." Malleus gently grabs the throbbing appendage and smacks his cheek with it a few times, a heated smiles on his face and his eyes half-lidded. "I want to get an up close and personal experience with your p—" Malleus coughs "—cock, Shroud."

The fae turns his head slightly and kissed Idia's shaft, Idia's body goes through a body shiver as pleasure foreign to him reverberated throughout him, head to toe.

"You want me to do that, don't you? You want to let me fuck my mouth on your cock until my throat remember every inch, every vein, of your cock, don't you, my darling Idia?" Malleus says, bedroom is eyes peering up at him through is bangs.

Idia, common sense blocked and deleted, nods dumbly and vigorously at him. Malleus smirks and kisses his shaft again, then drags his tongue up his length until he reached the head of Idia's cock. Once there, his serpent like tongue extends from his mouth to wrap around Idia's glands and massage them, this eliciting no small amount of embarrassingly long and high pitched sounds from Idia, then, after that, he takes the tip of Idia's cock into his wet, hot, mouth. The very air in Idia's lung is knocked out and his hair momentarily ignited a bright, pale, pink.

The dragon spared no thought to any form of restraint. He took Idia to the base immodestly, back and forth he had Idia pierce the back of his throat, go down his esophagus, and come right back up. He did all of that without gagging once, no form of discomfort or pain, or any sighs of slowing down, all pleasure—at least, that's what Idia assumes that hungry expression on Malleus' face means.

It felt like Elysium—is this Elysium? Because this has to be it, it felt so good. Idia's legs shake and his knees buckle, if not for Malleus holding him up by keeping a firm set of hands on both of his thighs, Idia is sure he would've keeled over ages ago.

"Y-your really good at this." Idia stammers between sharp breaths.

Malleus stops for a moment, Idia's cock leaving his mouth with a wet pop. "Would you believe me if I said that my only experience with this sort was with popsicles?" He says, innocently.

Idia thinks long and hard about that, then he immediately responds, "Yeah, actually."

Malleus then resumes his blowjob. This time the fae's hands slink down to his own throbbing erections to tug on them as he services Idia's cock. The sight was something out of one of Idia's most cherished doujins, an attractive, alpha male, kingpin reduced to a cock hungry bitch in heat feverishly chasing the sexual high of getting someone else off by getting himself off as well. Precum leaks from the dragon's two cocks, slowly pooling to the hard tile floors beneath him, and Idia marvels at the amount—and that it will be a bitch to clean up later, but that won't be Idia's problem.

The tips of Idia's hair flare into a bright hot pink, replacing it's softer coloration, and a hand cover's his mouth. He's getting close, he knows it and that's bad. Not because he doesn't want to finish in Malleus' mouth—that would be a dream come true AND prime jerk-off marital for years to come—but because his diet is shit. It won't taste good, Malleus will choke and die and Idia will be charged with regicide and be executed.

"H-hey—I'm getting close, you need to stop, asap!" He bites out. Idia pushes Malleus' head away but the fae doesn't budge an inch.

In fact, he goes harder. Much, much harder and it feels divine. Idia almost forgets what he was talking about, even behind rocking his hips into the dragon's face, but then it all comes back to him right as he feels his balls about to burst.

"Malleus, I'm serious! My diet consists of monster energy, cup noodles, and pocky! My spunk will not taste good!" He shouts, desperate in his attempt to remove him from himself. Plot twist, he lost the fifty/fifty, Malleus doesn't let up whatsoever and finally Idia is pushed over the edge.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy as euphoria rushes through him—the kind of euphoria one would get after getting a limited character first pull or winning a lottery and getting a signed manga from their favorite mangaka. That is what Idia's feeling right now.

Spurts of, undoubtedly vile tasting, spunk shoots from him and down Malleus' throat; Idia worries. He's always been a bitof a big shooter so he worries that he may be drowning the fae, but soon be fines his worries unfounded. Malleus takes his load like a champ, not even letting a single drop go to waste, and even bobbing his head up and down his shaft as he came sending jolts of ecstasy through him with each shot.

Once there was no more left to give, Idia flops forward, a boneless heap only held up by Malleus' steady hands.

The fae removes the cock from his mouth, it coming out clean as it went in, and swallows whatever residue was left on his tongue, a contemplative smile on his face.

Belatedly, he says, "Hmm, you were right darling, that did taste foul—no so bad as Lilia's cooking, but still bad. However, unlike Lilia's cooking, I am more than willing to acquaint myself with this new, odd, flavor."

Idia blearily looks down at him. "I-i don't have anything left to give—the tank's empty!"

Malleus pouts. "Well, then…"

The dragon sweeps Idia off his feet in one smooth motion and lays him flat on his back, his legs bent to the ground while his rear was held close to the dragon's face, the fae's arms wrapped comfortably around Idia's waist holding him in place. 

Malleus glares down at him—or, rather, his pants—and raises a clawed (Clawed???!) hand and shreds off the back and crotch portions of his uniform pants off exposing his ass for all to see. Understandably, Idia is horrified and the violent loss of his clothes but also kinda aroused as well.

"My pants—?!" Idia starts.

"You don't need them." Malleus responds, tersely. "For what we're about to do, clothes would only get in the way."

Malleus leans down sticking his long, serpent like, tongue out of his mouth, an obscene amount of slick, hot, drool pooling down onto his quivering hole and down Idia's back, staining his shirt and blazer. Idia shivers, not because of the cold—Malleus' salvia being more than enough to keep him warm—but because of the feeling.

"H-hey, that's area's not…" he trails off. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm not satisfied with ending things here, darling." His tongue snakes across the entrance of Idia's anus and Idia shivers, a tingly feeling reverberating throughout his lower body. Malleus continues. "There's more that I wish to do with you—more of you I wish to explore…"

Shit—Idia did not expect this to escalate into butt stuff!! He's not ready! He hasn't prepped!! (A lie. Idia was planning to put his Bad Dragon dildos to use after his at home gaming sesh pre-Azul's get-together. He's more than prepared.) Malleus is probably too big for him! (Maybe? Again, bad dragon dildos.)

"Ok, cool, but—!"

"But what, darling? Do you have any reservations about doing it with me?" He asked earnestly. "Is there someone else?"

Malleus' grip on Idia's waist tightens and great slimy, cloying, feeling that has been plaguing him for a while now—the very same one from earlier—comes back full force, only this time accompanied by the static feeling of electricity in the air. Immediately Idia goes to rectifies this misconception.

"No! There isn't anyone else—who else would I, the (previously) omega otaku virgin nine thousand, do this with?! Vil? Leona?!"

Bad idea, horrible choice of words, do not pass go. If the air could've been described as staticky at first now it's purely electric. The over head lights flicker and the sound of rain begins to fill the room, it'd storming outside no doubt, and a long dragon's tail tears through the back of Malleus' pants and begins smacking against the ground like that of an annoyed cat's. Cute and Idia wants to touch it, but it doesn't bode well for Idia.

"So Kingscholar's gotten to you first, hmm?" He rumbles, tail swishing along the floor.

"Nononono—that was a figure of speech! A pure hypothetica—aah?!" Idia's breath catches in his throat.

Malleus (thankfully, no longer clawed) fingers penetrate into his anus,feeling his inner walls, gently caressing the ridges and softness of his insides, before immediately coming right back out. Malleus is fuming.

"You're loose." A statement, not a question.

"I-I… I…"

Sure, Idia wishes that he could hook up with a total beefcake like Leona, he's fantasized about it plenty of times, but here's no way a stud like him would look his way… also, Vil and that Eustace character have him wrapped around their little fingers so, what chance does he have? But that's what Malleus believes happened…

No, there is no way in Tartarus that Idia's telling Malleus, The dragon, about his Bad Dragon collection. He'll commit Facade III: Reanimated before he lets that slip. But also, he doesn't really want to let that train of thought fly. But also, also, he doesn't want Malleus to find out about his exotic dildo collection, that would be tantamount to social suicide.

"No matter, " he sticks his tongue out again, it inching closer to Idia's hole and—oh shit is he about it get eaten out??? "I'll make this an experience so amazing that it wipes any trace of that slovenly lion's mediocre embrace from my darling's memory and show him who's the better man and option!"

"But we didn't fu—UCK! Fuck!"

The fae doesn't wait to hear any rebuttals, instead Malleus penetrates past Idia's entrance with his tongue and delves deep into his anal canal in one swift plunge, his tongue scraping against his walls and stimulating them as it slithered deeper and deeper inside of him.

It was an odd, foreign, feeling; not something Idia's ever ever experienced before in his life, but it was a good one, he thinks? It felt good, too good—mind-numbingly so. Crude, loud, moans left his mouth as Malleus worked him over, further loosening his hole with his tongue while jerking off his, again, erect penis. Being played with front and back is intoxicating; Idia can't get enough of it—he's on cloud-fucking-nine!

Then he felt something weird. Malleus' tongue poked into something and what felt like a million lights lit up in the back of Idia's brain in response. His mind goes black, momentarily blissed out beyond belief, and when he comes too he'd came all over himself ruining what remained intact of his uniform. Malleus' tongue had found his g-spot, his prostate.

The far stops for a moment, confused no doubt at Idia's reaction to his prodding of that particular spot, but he soon found his wits and a devilish smirking expression lit up his eyes. His once cautious, exploratory, movements now become focused, targeted, each plunge a direct assault on Idia's g-spot and each time it was struck Idia's mind short circuited.

"S-stop! I can't think, m-mind's blankin' out…!" He gasped, his hands over his mouth in an attempt to silence himself. It does nothing.

Malleus does not, in fact, stop. He continues, bringing Idia ever closer to another, body wrecking, climax; once Idia was there, he all but bodily shoved Idia over the point of no return, once again Idia cums and hard. If the flame haired boy didn't know any better… he'd think that Malleus was trying to melt his brain with all these continuous orgasms, not that he minds—this is fucking awesome! Intense like you wouldn't believe, and Idia's been in some nasty fps lobbies, but still awesome.

Malleus' tongue leaves Idia's quivering hole with little celebration, slipping back into his mouth as easily as it left. Idia feels empty without it probing him—and he'll never ever admit this out loud, but he kinda wants to demand Malleus to continue eating him out.

"Hey... why'd you stop?" Idia says, his voice a low whine.

"I believe you're sufficiently prepared enough; though I'd love to continue pleasing you, I think it's high time we move onto the main course, don't you agree, Idia?"

The way he said it right then gave the flame haired boy butterflies—strange, considering he swears Malleus sucked them out of him ages ago with that monster of a blowjob.

Main course… Wait, no.

Idia's eyes widen. "Wait wait wait! You don't mean…!"

Malleus releases his grip on Idia and dips his over and around, ass up facing the fae while Idia was face to the floor. This doesn't bode well for him, like, at all.

"I do. It's about time I have some fun, no?" The dragon rumbled, his hands firmly on the flame headed boy's waist.

Idia's fucking panicking—there's no way whatever the hell Malleus is packing down there will fit, it's bigger than his biggest toy, it'll tear Idia in half! Ruin his ass forever! He'll never sit right again! And worse—there's two of them?!

"Hey, hit the pause! There's no way those'll fit!" He protests, looking behind him in abject horror.

"Hmm. You can't possibly think me so discourteous as be foolhardy enough to put them both in at once your first go, do you?" Malleus sniffs at Idia, indignant as he presses the head of one of his cocks against Idia's twitching hole. "No, just the one will do."

The unspoken "For now" hangs in the air like a bad fart and Idia quietly, privately, in the back of his mind, is not looking forward to it. Maybe in the future he'll be enjoying it but for now he's dreading it.

"J-just the one?" He parrots, imploringly.

Malleus chuckles, deep and gentle. The butterflies are back. "I'll leave the other one as back up, just in case my darling is still wanting. Now, " he leans forward, his cock pressing harder against Idia's entrance. Idia's breath catches in his throat. "Are you ready?"

He's really not, but he isn't gonna tell him to stop either. Idia shakily nods.

Malleus nods back and says, "Do tell me if I'm being too rough… loathe as I am to admit it, fine control offer my faculties, my strength, is not a strong suit of mine…"

The flame haired boy is sure malleus was trying to be gentle, one hundred percent so, but, in spite of the fae's attempt, once he thrust his hips into Idia's rear it still felt like a truck had crashed into his ass and penetrated.

Yeah, that's definitely bigger than his biggest toy. Blood slowly trickles down his thighs in small amounts, no doubt from him quite literally getting torn open to accommodate the sheer size and girth of Malleus' large dragon dick working it's way into his anus, pushing it's way deeper into him until it's reaches his deepest part, his sphincter. And get this: Idia's sure that isn't even half of Malleus' dick.

Idia breaths in and then out, tears pricking the edges of his eyes. "I'm… not gonna tell you to stop (against my better judgment) but… can you go easy mode on me? Please?" He asked.

Malleus slicks his hair out of his face with a hand and glances down at him, a worried, unsure, expression on his face. "I'll try, just… tell me if I'm hurting you, my darling."

You are hurting him but, at the same time, Idia's never felt so good so naturally he isn't saying shit.

The fae's thrusts start slow, inch by inch they slowly move deeper into him and, in the exact same way, they pull out—all of this done out of consideration for Idia's well being. And Idia hate it. Yes, he asked for easy mode, he knows he did and yes, thank you Malleus for taking his words to heart, but it is excruciating! The ridges of Malleus' cocks grind against his inner walls in a way so agonizingly good that Idia came a grand total of THREE DIFFERENT TIMES from that alone.

Idia wants more, plain and simple, and so does Malleus. The fae growls to himself as he grinds into the flame haired boy's backside, his grip firm but soft, his movements tightly controlled and measured, but in spite of that beneath the thin veneer of control lies the raw untamed lust of a dragon in the presence of somthin more valuable than gold. He wants to destroy him and the longer this little game of back and forth goes the more willing Idia is to let him.

In fact, he just now rolled a natural twenty for persuasion; Idia now knows exactly how to entice Malleus into loosing his shit. It's a gamble but… Nah, the odds are in his favor.

He grinds his hips against Malleus' pelvis, his ass pushing up against the fae's cock and forcing the dragon to nearly bottom out within him. Malleus is shocked, stopping his gentle and slow thrusts in his surprise, Idia however? He keeps doing just that, he fucks himself against Malleus as if he was one of his prized dildos, squeezes himself tighter against each and every one of the dragons ridges, all in a bid to get the man to take a damn hint.

Idia is sick of slow and steady—he wants to get fucked like a cheap, five dollar, hooker. Or like one of the heroines in his prized hanimes collection. Either way, he wants it; he wants it bad and he knows Malleus does too.

Idia looks back at him, his tussled hair framing his face in just a way that leaves most of his expression save for his eyes hidden. Malleus gulps. (Holy shit.)

"Player two," is that a good pet name? Shit, he doesn't know—Idia is new to this!! "I need it… please stop with the foreplay!"

Idia slams his hips back into Malleus waist and the fae doubles over, Idia can feel his cock twitching within him but doesn't feel the dragon climax. He's only a little disappointed in that lackluster response but when he felt two heavy hands fall into his hips and grip he knew he had succeeded.

"You don't know what you ask of me, my darling." Malleus says, his voice low, rumbling.

"I do though—like…"

"Like?" Malleus parrots while he thrusts, his pace agonizingly slow. 

Shit, shit, shit—what does he even say?! There's no convenient answer prompts to choose from—he has to wing it himself?! Fuck! Malleus should be fucking him into a wheelchair right now, he shouldn't even have to be egging him on like this! Questioning his consent? What a rip! 

"L-like, fuck me like you wanna put a baby in me, I dunno, stop holding… back…?" He says, chalant. 

Smooth. D-rank performance at best right there, Idia. He should be proud of himself. (Idia's gonna throw himself into the underworld later, mark his words)

""A baby" you say…?" Malleus laughed, low, maniacal, his hands readjusts themselves on the flame haired boy's waist, their grip iron clad. "I know not if I'm ready for fatherhood, but with you, for you… I'm willing to bridge any gap to fulfill that desire. And with this—"

The fae pulls out fully and Idia whispers at the sudden empty feeling he's experiencing inside; then all to quickly does Malleus slam his hips back into Idia's ass, his thick dragon cock almost bottoming out, obliterating his prostate with a nine, nine, nine damage multiplier, and penetrating past the flame haired boy's sphincter and into his deepest parts. Fuck, he can almost feel the man in his stomach for sevens sake and he loves it!

Idia throws his head back in a silent scream of pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull. He cums without cumming, a pleasure so all consuming it's painful rips through him in tidal waves flinging all reason to the wayside.

"—YOU FINALLY BECOME MINE!!" He finishes with a roar.

(Oh my sevens, Idia's expressway trip to the underworld postponed? Cancelled, even??)

Somewhere amidst all the chaos and noise in his head, Idia wonders… "Malleus can't actually get me pregnant, right?"

The dragon lays himself down on top of Idia, pressing his full body weight against him, fully restricting his movements. He then hooks an arm around Idia's neck, binding him into a headlock; then he begins pounding away at him like a dog (dragon??) in heat, his cock thrashing his insides but not fully penetrating anymore on the account of it's base now being flared, knotted.

With each brutal thrust the other, the one not penetrating Idia, is left rutting against Idia's ass cheeks and lower back with Malleus' erratic movements, smearing his exposed ass and lower back in his hot precum.

Idia grabs hold of Malleus' forearm, tightly holding onto it, his nails digging into it, to steady himself as strong thrusts slam into his ass. Malleus no longer holding back was brutal, like if the hard mode of a tactical game and the merciless mode of an a-rpg had a baby, this would be it.

"Ohmysevenswhatthefuckdidijustdo????" Idia gasps.

Malleus leaves Idia's question unanswered. If Idia could see the dragon's blissed out expression, the glaze in his eyes, the trail of drool coming from the corners of his mouth, Idia wouldn't have expected one.

This merciless cycle continues for what felt hours and in that time not once has the fae slowed his pace. Idia was blacking out and still Malleus fucked him.

He regrets nothing. After all, a win is a win.

"Are you to bear my offspring, Idia?" Malleus coos into Idia's ear.

Idia nods—or tries too—rapidly. "Yes! I'm ready to unlock the "Parenthood" Achievement…!" 

Ugh, that sounded cringe. (Trip to the underworld is back on!) Good thing Malleus is into that kinda thing, though, so the embarrassment is worth it in the end. The fae gave no additional verbal responses to indicate his reaction or intent, instead, he slams his hips into Idia's rear a final time, his knot slipping into the flame haired boy's ass with a wet sounding pop.

He thought the fae bottomed out earlier when he fist started going wild fucking into him with wild abandon, Idia was wrong, so, so wrong, because, this is him bottoming out. Idia can feel the cock pulse within him as it finally, fully, fills him way past the point of fullness, his stomach bulges as it nestles deep with him and spills it's boiling hot seed. A pitiful moan leaving his mouth.

Malleus breaths a sharp breath through his nose, smoke billowing out and onto the back of Idia's head as he does, then after he finished cumming he pulls out, his seed spilling out of Idia's ass like a geyser and back onto himself. He regards it with disappointment—disappointment that it didn't stay put within his lover, that is.

"A shame." Malleus sniffed. "It won't take if it spills out like that…"

"W-what won't take?" He asked, stupidly like he didn't already know the answer.

"It's so much harder impregnating a male. specimen, especially so as typically we are without the requisite parts to do so. So, I have to fill in the gaps with my magic." The fae says, nonchalant like he did just WHOLLY admit that he was actually trying to knock Idia up.

H-he didn't mean that literally?! What the fuck?!

"No matter." The fae continued. He flips Idia over onto his back and settles into a mating press position, he presses his other cock against Idia's used and abused hole, his glands penetrating his ass. A shiver of excitement and anxiety wells up within Idia. "We'll just keep trying until the miracle of life takes it's hold."

Malleus links his finger through Idia's and presses a tender and passionate kiss onto Idia's lips, his tongue slipping past and down Idia's throat, then slams his hips into Idia's ass and begins anew another cycle of ruthless fucking. No foreplay or quick tutorial to play through this time—he's knot-fucking into Idia's hole with the sole, single minded purpose of knocking the flame haired boy up and Idia is powerless to stop it. (Not that he's even trying, lmao)

Deprived of oxygen and unable to move, Idia is left little choice but to simply ride the high of being a dragon's plaything for however long the other's stamina lasts.

Briefly he wonders how he get to this point: point A was class, point B was his dorm room and a wall of games to play through, clearly the plot was lost along the way. He blames Azul when he has to skip class for the next few day to sleep off the ass pain he'd gonna be in.

(Bonus Scene!)

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Monstros Lounge's office.

Azul looks up from his desk, a perplexed expression on his face, the odd, slimy, feeling associated with being talked about oozing down his back.

He looks around his office, anxious. When he's absolutely sure he's alone—no Floyd or Jade or jump out and jump scare him, he then shrugs. The octopus simply looks back down and goes back to tending to his documents.

He's none the wiser of the situation he's landed his acquaintance in and won't be for some time. Or ever—

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