hot springs episode

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hot springs episode

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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[irassible]

Fuh, gah, hhaaa!!

[ 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. ]

[betweentheseconds]

[Everything, every single part of this drives Zenos onward, deeper into this depravity. Those mingled sounds of pain and need have a sound almost like a laugh intruding upon his next gasping breath. The resisting press upwards has him growling, the tightness and pressure and heat just impossibly blissful. But it is Six's words, his furious declaration that he will kill him, that sets him alight from within.]

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.]

[irassible]

I...promise...you-!!

[ 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. ]