let's delay our misery
Yes, folks, it's time for that staple of staples: the hot springs meme! Your character is now joining someone else for a dip in the hot springs (or just passing by, if you're really dead sure they're not going to strap out of their spiky armor).
Is this the Bokaisen in Kugane? The natural springs in icy northern Twinpools? Some hidden, bubbly corner of Gyr Abania, maybe? Or familiar Camp Bronze Lake? You've got a lot of options! It can also just, you know, be nowhere in particular.
Why are they in the springs? Who knows! It's meme logic, my friends.
A note: this meme is intended as a gen meme, though if you'd like to play it as a variant of the matchmaking smut springs meme that's frequently posted on Bakerstreet, you're very welcome to do so!
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So help me!
Anyhow, weapons are only somewhat on Zenos's mind. A bare-handed struggle is fine with him, and it leaves some room to potentially escalate if Six proves to be particularly slippery. Aah, he can just about smell the fear on him, and he can certainly see it, with how he bristles...
Hm, wait, where did his eyes flick? What for? Oh.
Well.
No matter. Let him be stunned by the glory of his form! It will surely make it all the easier to strike the first blow. And here comes that first blow now, a nice straightforward punch to the face, angled downwards due to the disparity in height between the two of them. But his other fist is balled and in motion as well, ready with a follow-up blow to his midsection, presuming Six has enough wits left to dodge the first.]
HAAH!
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What stuns him is the massive fist that buries itself in his solar plexus. Even soaking wet and bedraggled from nearly drowning, Six is still a speedy foe and that first blow is whiffed, passing through the air and ruffling a few strands of his hair. He sees the other hand, there down low, and he looks down to--
Seven Hells, his dick is huge.
And then Six is crumpling over Zenos's arm, vision swimming, pain flowing through his entire body as all the breath in his is forced out by the blow. For scant and terrible seconds, it seems as though his foe has him.
Then there is a burst of smoky aether.
Then Six is several fulms elsewhere, down the path and leaping over the rocks that had cradled Zenos's weapons. He pulls a leg back, kicks--
And then the holster of precious swords is sent careening over the side of the mountain. ]
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If he is fleeing, then Zenos resolves to set out for his weapons. He turns and starts for his original goal, only to find Six already there. How delightful! How exciting! Why, he just about laughs with the joy of it all!
He doesn't get out anything more than a clipped sound before his sword holster is kicked off the edge. Zenos stills, briefly unable to comprehend the thing that has just happened. Several seconds pass, before the distant crunching clatter of the thing impacting rock echoes upwards. It provokes a noticeable twitch in his left eyebrow.]
You...
[That was brilliant. But those were his. His precious trophies, nothing but the finest blades... and the Warrior of Light had gone and thrown them off a mountain.
There is time, in all of this, for Six to accomplish something else of use, surely. But not much. Once the clatter is finished sounding, Zenos sets upon him once more, possessed less by bloodlust and more by rage. He will kill him with his bare hands, then!]
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Six's heart is racing too quickly and there is far too much adrenaline within him for him to realize, but one-upping the monster has driven him to half-mast. Another mini-victory like that and he may be just as hard as Zenos himself.
There is, of course, one problem: the madman is bearing down upon him not just with speed, but insensate rage. Six's smug expression crumbles into alarm and he scrabbles away, back over the rocks, toward his damn weapons...!!
But he is not fast enough, not this time.
He feels a massive palm lock on the back of his neck, on his shoulder. ]
Shite-!!
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Six's face is not the only thing being ground against something, in this moment. That raging erection that had been so distracting to the Warrior of Light was now, on some level, distracting Zenos as well. As he pins one of Six's legs under his, and presses his weight down further upon him, his cock grinds up against the Miqo'te's ass.]
Hhhhhnngh....
[And then, unthinkingly, he does it again.]
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In a raw, unarmed fight, there is no way he is going to win. The man is too strong. Too horrifically strong, even comparison to a Warrior of Light. Six needed weapons, time, distance, at least some small advantage--
So he thinks, I am going to die. ]
Gh...ngh?!
[ What happens instead, as he fights against the press on his head, coughing in the dirt, is that a heavy, thick, hot cock drives against his ass, leaving what feels like a smear of pre behind.
Then it happens again.
Then Six's own erection notes that this is familiar, and that it likes that very much, and he feels a hot pulse in his groin.
Then Six's voice barks out, his fur puffing. ]
Is that your blasted dick?
We're fighting, not swivving, you lunatic!
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So it seems!
[He has very seldom been the sort to crave this sort of contact... but it has never been something like this. Raw, violent, dangerous... As firmly pinned down as he has Six, he's not entirely convinced that the battle is won. It could all be turned about. The Warrior of Light is capable of the impossible, after all. And the thrill of that thought has him grinding his cock against the Miqo'te's ass once more, quicker and far more purposeful.]
You...
[Words briefly fail him, fading into a breathy snarl. The hand not on Six's neck grabs his ass and kneads with a bruising amount of strength. He gives a shudder and tosses his head, still-wet hair hanging forward as he looms and presses and pins.]
You excite me! More than anything ever has!
[Bloodlust and regular lust are, it seems, easily conflated feelings in the Garlean prince.]
Fighting... or swivving... need it be so different?
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Zenos, whose cock felt capable of breaking a Roegadyn.
Zenos, whose body heat burned at his bare back.
Zenos, who had a scent a like sweat and sex and blood, filling his senses, pressing down and down and down, until Six choked on a noise that was mainly rage. Mainly. The rest...he didn't know. Fingers dug into his ass and Seven Hells, he didn't know. ]
And you disgust me!
Are you a beast?! Control your damn self!
[ Beast. They felt like beasts. They both did. Animals, rutting in the dirt, and Six snarled openly, bucking back, reaching back to claw at Zenos's arm, crackling aether causing him to leave electrical burns along taut skin. There was no way to form a proper mudra like this, no way to concentrate when a cock ground against his cheeks, between them, across his asshole, but he tried anyway, fury and blood and lust pounding in his head. ]
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[The words are snarled, and the hand that had been kneading his ass drops and slides inwards to grasp at Six's unmistakably hard cock.]
This seems to say otherwise!
[The point of self-control is long since gone, and everything that Six tries to do only seems to drive Zenos further on in this depravity. That painful, aether-sparked clawing at his arm draws not just a hiss of pain from the prince, but another spurt of pre from his enormously swollen prick. Enough to make the next grinding rut between the Miqo'te's cheeks slicker, easier.]
We are beasts!
[He breathes deep, an inhuman sound rumbling in his chest.]
Like no other!
[His hips jerk forward again, as though to punctuate the declaration.]
Made for this!
[And again, all-consuming lust setting a rhythm to his motions, the hand upon Six's dick jerking roughly in time.]
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[ His hand is rough. Any wetness that remains has turned to grit and grinding, aggravated by the dirt and sweat that clings to the both of them. The noise that Six barks out when Zenos grabs him is mainly a noise of pain and affront, but also a guttural, growling acknowledgement of sick delight.
It is painful. Violent. Dirty.
He loves it.
Lust surges through him, gathering thickly in his loins and in his throat, and he bucks first up, into the man, and then down against his hand. He ruts into Zenos's cruel grip, his hands now clawing at the dirt, leaving black streaks behind as aether sizzles and sputters. His own strength comes to bear, his palms and knees braced against the ground as he hauls himself back, crushing the other man's dick between their bodies, allowing him to truly feel the vulgar slide over his ass and between his cheeks.
Painful. Violent. Dirty. Good. ] Fh, fuck you, you vile...I'll--!!
[ Hot pre slicks Zenos's fingers. Six feels himself building, balls tightening, blood roaring in his ears. ]
I'll kill you!
[ One day. Somehow. The image of blood on his knives, on his hands, is sickeningly tempting and beautiful. ]
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Yes!
[Pleasure, pain, it is all the same to him here in the heat of this moment. All a single rush of overwhelming, all-consuming need. And he wants more. Will have more. His hips work all the faster, his hand jerks all the quicker, the escalation of a man who is on the verge of climax. With each new shuddering, grinding thrust he curls in closer and closer, ilm by ilm, until Six can feel his breath upon his back.]
Tell me! Hah... tell me! How... hnngh... rage against me! Swear that you'll-
[And then, mid-rant, he comes, the enormity of the feeling stealing the words from his mouth and blanking his mind. That first hot jet spatters over both Six's ass and his own abdomen, and is followed by another, then another, and another still... enough to leave them both filthy with it, when he is finally spent.
Though his grip remains as firm as ever, there is a hint of give to him. A deep breath leaves him all at once, tension in his shoulders loosening. Sense will surely return to him shortly, but for now he seems to have burnt up all of it in his mad grinding.]
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[ He will end him. He will rend him limb from limb. He will cast him down and crush him into the dirt, as Six has been in each of their encounters so far. His loathing and his humiliation feed into his rage, amplified tenfold by this moment, by the hot breath that wafts against his neck and his ears.
Again, he has lost. Again, he roars and he fights and he falls. ]
You're dead, do you hear me?!
I'll--
[ No, it's too late. Every muscle below the belt is tensing up, coiling, his fury and his hate are driving him on and on, and there on his back is the bastard's gods-damned cum, flung onto his skin, between his cheeks, and his gut twists with pleasure and disgust. Just how much can a man have?
There's no holding on. No holding back. With a wretched snarl, he comes, too, spilling hotly against and into Zenos's palm. It is over in a flash of white and painfulness, leaving him gasping for breath and feeling each wheeze burn in his throat. At his back is all of the other man's monstrous weight, now still, and it is disturbingly intimate, considering he can feel his heartbeat.
Thud thud thud.
Something alive. A living monster. ]