Monere [Mythos] - Tethers and Wood bark (Jacob's Ladder and Prince Albert)

 

Warren and Malaphin indulge in some bondage play.

Characters |  Diviyoni-Jacob Warren and Malaphin the chimera
Contents | BDSM, bondage, blindfold/gagging, edging, play with genital piercings
Length | 2,971w

Weight shifting onto the bed alerts Warren of his returning partner, red-rope bound wrists move to prop him along the guidance of another’s palm as a cushion meets against his back, breathing space between his body and the bed for his bound hands to freely drift and grasp. Dangerous claws meet over the inside of his thigh, dancing over the ropes that hold him immobile, at the mercy of the chimera as he shivers; Malaphin’s teeth move from his throat to cheek, held there just like the hand that guides his legs open, where the gentle hum of vibrators coax at his well open genital seam.


Teeth press against his blinded features as he turns towards the rumbling purr, mouth ready as arms remain restrained, propping himself towards the scaled hand that drifts over his stomach, questing further for a fabric gag that has laid on the bed for the last few minutes. Completely blinded by the dense fabric over his eyes, Warren rests himself towards the chimera’s mouth as it moves back to his throat, kissing the huffing breaths that exhale there.

“Comfortable, star?” the chimera purrs, resting the fabric gag on Warren’s chest before their claw catches at his lip.

“Of course,” Warren smiles, following the claw to turn towards Malaphin, “want to be sure I can do the safe, before you go at it?” He kisses the claw with a grin, feeling as it traces down and leaves his lip for good, only to shuffle against it once more as it moves back over his chest – cold claws pressing over his left pec.

It dances over the red shibari ropes before they meet at his sensitive vents, spreading an external exhale. “Yeah,” the chimera purrs, “before I gag you.”

Between them marks an enthusiastic pairing snap – where Warren still has enough room to snap his fingers behind his back.

A grin meets the fabric gag as its pulled back against his head, and as its harshly pulled for a moment to secure it firmly in the drake’s mouth. Jaws firmly divided by the durable cloth, its tied into a knot shortly above the one that makes the matching blindfold secure, both pulled over the flexes of Warren’s bonespurs. Flexes that don’t draw the fabric tense with each puff of simmering excitement as scaled claws move back to his bound and exposed body, sensitive as it lies over his tethered hip.

And further down it moves as teeth press against Warren’s shoulder – a gentle kiss. “I’ll be going further down, star,” states through the rumble of a purr, hand moving in time with his words, “pass the vibrations, pass your wanton coils, right down to the plug…” Their voice is velvet and smooth as they accentuate each motion, taking pause as index and middle land over the butt of the toy. A soft tap – a sigh meets it back.

And they draw around the stone and silicone. “I want you to concentrate on it for me, Divi,” they purr as claws tease against the traces of lubricate, pressing the skin. Testing. “I’m going to move it around, alright? Ever so gently – relax for me, star,” they take a pause, waiting for tense muscles to ease before fingers make further separation of toy and body – stroking down a gentle back and forth that mimic brief thrusts. Just enough to coax a sigh to breath around the fabric gag able to resist the drake’s strong jaws.

Leaning against him Malaphin kisses his throat. “How’s this, my beautiful Divi?” they purr, drawing more of the thick girth plug from his body, easing the ribbed toy through his guts. Warren groans through the fabric, legs trying to pull further apart – but they are bound in place at the ankles, one leg tied around calf and thigh to remain exposed and at the chimera’s mercy. Arching into it, the claws press the plug back to hilt inside him, instead coaxing around the penetration as claw ends dance gently against his skin, drawing muscles to spread as he headbutts the rumbling chest. “I’m impressed with how well you’ve taken it,” they praise, returning attention to the toy, drawing it back and easing a sigh, “so much larger than the usual, really took your time with it, haven’t you?”

Free claws cup beneath the tied hands, claws spreading the huff of white chest vents. And there’s a short gasp as the chimera pats the toy back to fill – easing further in hypersensitivity in the filling sensation within. “I wonder how it feels – completely filled up like that. It feels good, doesn’t it?” Claws coax themselves pass the wanting of coils that try and take their wrist, disregarding them to cradle over Warren’s stomach instead. Seemingly ignoring the twitch of the pierced erection that lies to the side.

There’s a shivering whimper as the hand presses down against his stomach, against where the minor bulge presents itself beneath his stocky form. Only two fingers further the gentle press, firmly held by the secure palms as he tries to press himself back against the leg beside his hitched own, wanting attention to drift down to where coils of white present with pearling gold. “How deep is it,” teeters a false question, they both know the length, the girth, the minor knot that has kept it in place – but even then Malaphin draws their claws along the other’s stomach. “Here, I imagine,” purrs.

Hand cupping against stomach for another moment, it moves down to where Warren wants, breathing a groan as claws roll over the piercing rungs, shivering as the cold touch embraces around his waiting erection. There’s a hitch in his hip as two claws guide him upright, others grazing up his mild glow as teeth breath against his furling throat vent. Kissing against them as he leans fully into them, wanting more of the attention as he tries to look down to where the chimera’s hand holds him – even though he remains blinded.

And there’s a muffled whimper that breathes through the gag as hips lurch, coaxed forth as the hand moves from gentle guidance to taking just a single claw to draft his erection upwards. There’s a mild nip against his throat vents, groaning around the gag as his enraptured hands plead against the silk blanket – Warren’s erection is further teased to remain starkly erect, held up by a single claw placed within the circular jewelry at his glans.

Malaphin shifts, adjusting his taunting hand to lean over the drake, “this Prince Albert, it looks perfect on you like this,” they tease it this way and that with another pairing claw, keeping it in the gentle guidance before they give it a gentle tethered pull. Warren gasps, feet splaying against the sheets. “Do you like this, Divi?” They purr, giving another gentle tug that is met with a huff, and a rolling nod that meets up against the chimera’s leaning chin. “Well,” rumbles, “I’m sure there’s more to do be done with this,” they drawl, letting the bejeweled erection fall back to the man’s stomach.

Before fetching a length of ribbon there’s two taps to the pairing of vibrators kept just enough away from Warren’s erection – an action met with a sharp inhale before he bevies back into a groan, a rolling of hips member to draw a ribbon through the urethral piercing to replace the daunting claws. Wrapping it around their right palm gingerly, he gives it a sharp yank to pivot Warren’s attention away from the pulsations; a sudden motion that is met with a short yelp, but the tethering is sunk back into with the roll of hips, aching towards the palm drawn twitches before it goes lax once more. It hangs loosened over his stomach as claws dance against his side, following the palm a short way as a muffling of a name is breathed around the fabric gag. “Mrhmpn…”

“Sssh,” the chimera settles behind him, bared teeth a mere breath away from Warren’s blinded face. “What do you want me to do for you, Divi.” Their voice is low, a combination of beastial and the velvet tone of their humanoid form, hand easing the erection upwards from the roll of hips. “Want me to touch you some more…?” Their mouth press against the huff of throat vents, over the front as Warren rolls his head back, granting himself to the chimera.

“What if I’ve forgone the ribbon, Divi, and had replaced it with my tongues…? Cupping; coiling; easing ever so carefully around your dick, letting it rest within my mouth – how enjoyable would that be, Prince Divi? Coaxing, drawing you in inch by ever savory inch, breathing around you, tongues drawing you in by the Albert.” There’s a gentle roll of their wrist – pulling Warren’s erection along with it. “As I kiss your skin, as I stare up at your lovely face as I sink you amongst golden flesh, your erection stark and drawn and framed.” Their features gently split their quadrants before sinking back against Warren’s throat, drawing a soft sigh from the throat vents just beneath. “Kissing you over and over, tracing along each of those temporary rungs; tasting every inch of you as I pull your hips against my face, held against the back of my throat as you hold my face in your hands – and I draw you in again, coiling and sucking and licking…” they drift off, letting the needing erection to lie on Warren’s stomach. Where each nervous clench draws it to twitch.

“Mrhmpn,” Warren whimpers, squirming within the shibari binds as the ribbon wrapped hand cups against his side – the ribbon tickling against his skin.

Teeth press once more against his neck as tendril tongues splay the sensitive throat white, distracting him as the palm frees itself of the ribbon that remains secured around the piercing. It drifts downwards towards his sack where claws indulge amongst the grasp of white coils, where each slow coaxing stroke draws Warren to further expose his throat to the drafting kisses. “Rest your legs for me, star,” the chimera rumbles against his throat.

Legs rest themselves wide for the gentle petting, even as they are yet still tethered at the ankles as he rocks towards the petting grasp. Cupping him, stroking him, they rest back as claws return down to the toy and nudge it within him. Warren melts into the hand as the knot presses back into him, thrusting in as Malaphin sits over him, watching as he bites and mouths around the gag.

“Good,” the chimera drawls, prickles of their quadrant divided features dance over Warren’s throat, reforming with a rumble. Claws cup down between Warren’s legs, pressing the toy to hilt once more in full. “I’ll be lifting your legs now, alright?” They purr, hand moving back to the ribbon wrapped piercing, “just relax, star.”

Warren rests into the grip beneath his thigh, allowing the chimera to lift his legs so they are held together for the time – resting back as he can feel the ropes around his ankles become undone. A temporary settlement as the ropes are instead pulled to keep his knees together, holding them upward as his erection perks between his thighs and twitches as he waits.

He must’ve need to wait long, feeling as the ribbon is wrapped into the ropes.

It holds his underside exposed between his thighs, white stark with the pearling gold piercings between soft earthy brown. Feet claw into the air as a palm grazes back to his balls, petting over his body as Malaphin kisses up his throat. “Divi,” the chimera rumbles, teeth biting over the trembling lip as claws dance over the rungs of the Jacobs Ladder, delicately stroking down as Warren squirms. “You’ve been so good, my star. So very patient for me…”

Head thrown back, Warren digs his fingers into the blankets beneath him, straining to keep his legs upright as the hand continues to stroke and pet. It draws him to tremble head to toe in the enticement of wanton intimacy, held in place by his own self-restraint and the ropes Warren languishes in the touches, melting into the physical touches as his legs falter to the bed, legs arching in need as he bites the gag – gasping around it.

And Malaphin stops, claws dancing over the drips of pre before he takes charge – raising Warren’s legs back upright, pulling the pierced erection to perk exposed. “Now that’s too quick,” the chimera purrs, “can’t let you cum just yet, beautiful.”

Warren huffs around the gag. His bonespurs flare with steam as he tries to turn his head to his chimera partner.

A hand dances up beneath his scalp, plying through his hair before undoing the knot for the blindfold.

Sight remaining half-lid, Warren’s face is flushed with the heat of arousal and his internal temperature that breathes through his vents and bonespurs, staring down to where his body is still tied up, where his legs are held up by Malaphin’s hand.

“There we go,” the chimera purrs against his throat, letting a pair of fingers dance up the erect underside, drifting up each rung of the Jacobs ladder. “I’ll be going slowly,” they whisper towards the darkened sight glancing over to him, bright blue encircled by black sclera.

And they return to the base, two claws pressing at the junction of the taut sack. “Keep your legs raised for me, darling,” Malaphin rumbles as their mouth returns to Warren’s throat, breathing in the steam that seeps between the sensitive white. “Ever so carefully we’ll count up. One,” his claws roll over the first piercing, and pause, “two,” they continue. And five is counted with a tremble as Warren’s head drops back against the bed, feet curling into the air amongst the other as the claws move back to his base, drool seeping around the gag.

“One. Two. Three,” Malaphin purrs, watching as brows draw tight and eyes squeeze shut, “four,” they rumble, thumb rolling over the top rung, “five.” And he presses his fingers between the tethered erection and the thighs, stroking over the top as he moves back down – provoking a whimpering groan to bite through the gag.

Again, he proceeds with the teasing as Warren’s back arches into it, clawed feet digging against the other as the thumb coaxes its way back up. As Malaphin’s hand returns to base coils reach around their wrist, pulling them close as the drake bites out a grunt, squirming into the gripping. But once more Malaphin draws his hand upwards, taking even more time between the rungs.

“Really enjoying this, aren’t you, star?” Malaphin chides, “with how carefully I go over the rungs… tempting, isn’t it?” They make it up another rung – drawing Warren to tremble, “how much more can you take… from the look on your face it doesn’t look like you’ll last any longer,” they tease as another rung is climbed. Another slow-motion stroke over the twitching and needing erection.

“Mhrphn…hpm,” Warren mouths around the gag, aching against the palm and wanton as his legs tremble, arching and struggling to hold them raised in the faltering restraint. Until eventually they give into the downward ease as he strains to keep his ankles from the sheets, claws splaying against the bed as he tries to thrust into the grip – but the tethering around his piercing makes him halt with a whimper, back pressing into an arch as his rear collapses back to the bed. There’s a motion to his side as his legs quiver, gone ignored in the intoxication of the rubbing claw.

That is until claws seize beneath his knees, lifting his hips from the bed as Malaphin makes another pass over his underside. With the change of elevation sparks heat in Warren’s belly, biting into the gag and chewing the strong fabric as he struggles to keep his senses coherent; his sight squints up to where the chimera restrains his legs, his feet curling free.

“Your blush looks so beautiful, Divi,” Malaphin looks down with a satisfied rumble as he continues to unseen motions, stroking up the rungs with a purr. “A toasty umber… close, aren’t you?”

A look crosses between the two of them, as Warren gives in and lets his head fall back to the cushion. “Hhm,” he bites into the gag.

His fingers plead against the sheets as he tries to grant himself down into the hand beneath his thighs, rocking around it as it quietly draws still. And the thumb passes up over another rung, downwards this time – Warren whimpers, jaws locking into a firm bite as he finally trembles into the gentle palm as his orgasm peaks.

Hips still seized by the paired palms; he feels himself eject between his thighs, against the rope and ribbon as warm viscous white drips over his skin. Malaphin holds him still until all that remains is the full-body twitches, claws painted with cum as he finally eases Warren back to the bed.

Quivering in the echo of his orgasm, Warren’s eyes remain firmly shut as his hips still twitch – sensitive still as the plug remains inside him, the ribbon keeping his spent erection firmly in place as his feet press down at the sheets. Looking up, he watches in a daze as the chimera cleans up the messy remnants with dividing feature quadrants. And when he’s done, he tends to Warren.

The first thing undone is the gag; saliva soaked and chewed, it’s firmly discarded alongside the blindfold. “How’re you feeling?” Malaphin gently asks, taking care as they lift Warren’s thighs to finally undo the shibari binds and the ribbon wrap, leaning up over the sweat-laden face.
There’s a smile that presses into the chimera’s teeth; “Feeling fan-fucking-tastic right now,” Warren kisses, “can’t wait for the next time already.”