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Cathedra - Chapter 2: Hidden Paths

CW: language, sexual content, abuse

⦽

Steam lifted off the surface of the still water, rippling when a bead dripped from her drying fringe partially plastered around her face. Only when she took another breath did she feel her limbs floating serenely in the bath water, a reminder that the contentment she soaked in was only temporary.

“What did you tell mother to make her let you stay?”

Patricia’s constricting hold was around Calista’s arm the moment she stepped into her room, whipping around to face her sister's vacant eyes.

“Let go of me-” Calista snarled, trying to yank her arm free.

“Tell me!” Patricia hissed between her teeth.

“Get off!” Calista shoved, her arm stinging where her sister's nails had dug through the fabric of her dress. “It is none of your business-”

“Everything you do is my business!” Patricia gnarled. “Now more than ever after our beloved sister’s disappearance,” she leered, stepping closer to her. “In fact, I recall dear Rose acting quite similar prior to her leaving us, almost identical to the way you’ve been sneaking in and out of the castle as of late,”

Callie’s brows furrowed, stepping back from her. The atmosphere surrounding Patricia was altering, darkening day by day and it made her stomach roil; the woman she once knew had gone, and now something demonic had moved in.

“Are you up to something, little sister?” Patricia pressed, her chin angled down and big eyes locked on hers.

Callie swallowed. “I don’t feel well,”

Patricia snickered, her shoulders shaking. “Or perhaps you are just as SECRETIVE-” her fist beat into the stone wall beside Callie’s head. She flinched, eyes wide and on Patrocia who was aiming to swing again. “AND DISGUSTING AS ROSE!”

Callie dodged the fist, but the sharp slap from the other side left stars behind her eyelids and a burn raging across her face.

“TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE UP TO!” Patricia screamed down at her sister who’d fallen to the ground, blocking the next anticipated strike.

“I AM HIDING NOTHING!” she screamed back, hot tears pooling in her eyes and blood on her lip.

“Mother and Father may fall for your lies but you have never been able to fool me, Calista,” Patricia smiled, her fist rising above her head to make her flinch. “I will find the secret you hold and handle you the same way I did Rose.” She promised, her curls wild around her face before she spun and slipped out of the room like a phantom.

The sobs she’d choked were hiccuping in her chest, her hand held over the hot cheek that hotter tears spilled over. Callie scrambled to her door, slamming the heavy wood shut and pulling the iron lock closed. She held herself, sobbing, faced with the confirmation that her sister's disappearance had not been of her own accord and that she was likely the next target.

Callie wobbled when she stood, hands searching aimlessly across her belongings until she dug out Nik’s dagger she’d kept hidden between the folds of her dresses.

She would keep it close to her from now on, even when she ventured outside her room. What moment could be her last?

Callie glanced at the painted, curved dagger sitting beside the round tub she soaked in, only hidden by the gentle weight of a sheet in case needed. Her eyes naturally traveled to the door she’d asked a knight to stand behind, instructing to only let the servants in if necessary.

The castle was quiet, free of the loud conversations of strangers and her parents choking on their own laughter.

For a few days she could wander the lonely halls without the fear of her sister sneaking around an unexpected corner or her parents picking, picking, picking at her.

Keep your apologies- do better.

I did not raise you to be so weak, I raised you to be like me!

Any mother would’ve casted you into the seas by now. I should have done so when I had the chance.

Your sister was weak, that’s why she ran.

Callie held her face, tears burning behind her pinched eyes. A moment's peace never remained as the constant, anticipated abuse haunted her down every corridor and into every room. The little sleep she managed was thin, always on the horizon of consciousness. The slightest noise would make her jump, even distant ones out in the woods surrounding the castle would make her rise and observe the surroundings. Some nights went without a blink of sleep, instead staring out through tall windows that let her see out into the night sky, and how it shifted to pinks and oranges when the new sun came.

It was in these moments she doubted there would be an end to the torment. It had her second guessing every move she’d made, every one that was to come, and the ones that were expected of her Prince, soon to be King. Her heart hammered, skin turning hot under the water.

“It has to work,” she told herself, desperate for this one positive thought to stick while it was still coherent.

Callie looked at her palm. The Prince’s bite was still raw, tender, but a constant reminder that they couldn’t back out no matter how desperately either might come to want. If he decided to turn, she had this above him.

He won’t do that, she comforted herself. He seems honest.

Her mind played back the moment he had her pinned to his hard body, shouting down at her blushing face that gazed up at him astonishedly despite her better instincts telling her to flee.

She scoffed, wiping her eyes. “Maybe a little rude,”

However, she did find it awfully adorable the way his voice kept cracking when he’d speak beside her ear. Callie smiled, playing with the ends of her hair twisting in the water.

She looked at her raised knees poking from the surface.

He’d left behind a deep need, one that she wanted to serve.

Her feet lifted from the water, dripping noisily across the stone floor when her ankles hooked over the edges of the tub. She glanced at the door, securing her privacy before sinking further into the water, her touch venturing between her parted thighs.

It’s practice, she chanted to herself, her eyes sliding shut and riding the hazy daydreams of the Prince’s fingers fucking her against that very tree.

⦽

The night had not been as restless as the one before, but his dreams had been strange. Fuzzy flashes of images, smells, intense sensations, almost all entirely about the Princess. The vivid recollection soon dwindled as he woke to the dull glow of the sun before it started to shine, knowing he had to be leaving soon. It took only a matter of seconds for the anxiousness to return, filling his stomach.

He rolled onto his stomach with a deep groan, his limbs stretching to either end. Slow morning it seemed; the usual sounds of the life around him were dull compared to other mornings. The night before had been filled with mild wedding celebration, but he’d not partaken too heavily in the ale his parents had returned with.

Nik sat up, glancing at his saddle satchel that was already packed.

He’d done his best to avoid his parents the night before, only briefly greeting his mother who cared little about his days since they’d been gone. He had stood beside Jakob, waiting for their father who never had much of a word to spare for his sons to greet them, but like the other times, it never came. His attention was directed to other children running up to welcome him back, his smiles wasted on another.

The brothers didn’t linger like they used to. When they found that their parents were not the ones to lean on, they learned to rely on one another.

“Stop crying!” Jakob pushed Nik’s narrow shoulder, tears still dripping down his round cheeks. “You’ll get in more trouble!” he pushed him again, but Nik swatted at his hand.

“It hurts!” the youngster snapped, shielding the fresh slice across the back of his small hand.

“If papa sees you crying he’ll cut your cheek!” Jakob hushed, glaring pleadingly at his brother. He held a finger up to his lips until Nik’s cries were only small hiccups, letting Jakob pour water over the cut and wrap a dirty bandage around it crudely.

Only the tops of their little heads showed over the tall wheat they hid in, their small tribe across the field where their father had dealt the lashing to his young son in front of everyone.

“We can still go swimming,” Jakob told him, struggling to tie the bandage.

“It’ll hurt,” Nik choked, but Jakob smacked the back of his hand.

“Only a little,” Jakob said, but Nik held his hand against his chest, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna go back,”

“Then stay here,”

“That's boring!” Jakob exclaimed. “I’ll let you ride Lyuda if you come,”

Nik’s golden eyes narrowed. His own horse was awfully mean- it would snap at his legs when he reached to pull himself up, not to mention all the times he’d dodged a kick, but Jakob’s horse had always taken a liking to Nik, just as he’d always liked the gentle beast himself. “I get her the rest of the day,”

Jakob’s eyes also narrowed, his small tusks shrinking behind his lips that pursed in thought. “Deal- now let’s go!”

The boys rose to race to their horses that dwarfed them, Jakob hoisting himself up faster than Nik could when his cut hand stung fiercely. With a boost from his twin brother, the two slipped away through the trees, laughing and ribbing their way to the slow moving river.

Nik stared down at the back of his hand. The scar was of the few that were greatly faded compared to the fresher ones, but the countless memories of his father taking his dagger across their skin remained sharp. He flipped his hand, observing the Princess’s- Callie’s gash that was past it’s gooey stage and starting to mend nicely.

Alright then.

He decided to change that day, swapping out the looser fitting ‘shirt’ for a tighter fit. The heavy cloak might stay here today- if he was ambushed, it would only hinder his ability to swing the sword he was also taking with, but leaving it meant facing the chilly morning without warmth.

He weighed his options. He really hated the cold- it was bad enough that his head and ears froze.

The soft scraping of his tent flaps turned him to face Jakob after he’d walked in, who then in turn looked his brother up and down.

“Alright,” Jakob spoke, crossing his arms and planting his feet. “Who is it?”

Nik hoped he didn’t see his face pale. Fuck. “What?” he went with, acting oblivious.

“Three days in a row now that you’ve snuck away,” Jakob counted. “You’re bathed every time you come back,” he went on, and Nik felt the heat on him.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“You have so much Jasmine rubbed on you that it’s making the others sick,”

Now he was just embarrassed. So everyone can see it…

“So which tribe is she from?” Jakob asked.

Nik blinked. Oh. “I can’t tell you yet,”

“Why!?” his brother boomed, covering his mouth when Nik hissed at him. “Why?”

He fumbled, his nerves making him clumsy. “I don’t know how far it’s going to go,”

“Is it serious?” Jakob pressed, his curiosity annoying.

I mean I’m trying to get her pregnant- His cheeks blushed hard, his ears heating up too. “I have to go,”

“Nik! C’mon!” Jakob smiled, following his brother out of the tent. “What tribe is it? The Flying Bisons?” he whispered close to him, but only received an elbow to the chest. “What’s her name?”

“Shut up!” Nik hissed, glaring at him with his silver eye.

Jakob watched him, still following. His brother had never been one to hide something as harmless as a crush or random fuck, not even when he’d dared to cuddle up with a neighboring princess, so why the secrets now? Jakob grabbed his brother's arm, yanking him over where they were clear out of earshot from the other wandering morning-goers.

“Is it another man?” Jakob asked outright, but Nik rolled his eyes. “I am serious brother, you know I would keep this secret for you as you’ve kept mine,” he reminded wholeheartedly.

Nik sighed. Jakob looked concerned, maybe even scared. “It’s a woman,”

Jakob’s hairless brows pulled together in confusion. “Then why can’t you speak of her?”

“If I told you now it would make no sense, it barely makes sense to me,” he laughed, pulling his hand down his face.

“That’s concerning,” Jakob noted lowly, watching Nik walk towards the horses. It took him a moment to follow, glancing over his wide shoulder to make sure no one had been watching the brothers. Nik was already on Lyuda by the time Jakob was at his side looking up at him. “Do you like her?”

Nik didn’t know how to answer that; his worries had revolved so often around his physical expectations those days that he had not actually taken a moment to ponder over this. The way she got in his way and cornered him could make his blood boil- she was annoyingly persistent, but his heart kicked up thinking of the way that wild hair framed her pretty face when she yelled at him.

Nik’s eyes turned vacant as he retreated into his steamy recollections, draping his cloak over his arms to hide from the crisp morning air. “She’s different from what I’m used to,”

“Mm,” Jakob nodded, amused by the way his brother stared off into the distance like that. “Is that where you’re running off to before father wakes?”

Nik didn’t nod, but did collect the reins from Lyuda’s mane and click until she turned, strolling away from Jakob through the tall, sparkling grass.

When the time came, he would tell his brother of the great dedication he’d made, and when that time came he would let him decide if he saw it as a great betrayal, or a wise investment. For now, he could make his assumptions, because assuming Nik was off to see another Orc was far better than admitting he was in relations with a human.

The journey to her castle was longer than he expected. The trail she advised he use up her mountain was almost too steep for his massive horse to ascend, and the low hanging branches made it a back aching trip.

The farther up they came, the more the scents around him changed. The natural smells that came with the dirt and trees were stale. It hung in the air like sickness would, leaving a scowl on his tusked mouth by the time he could see the Princess’s dark castle sitting before the small, caged kingdom her parents governed. The trees and soil surrounding the area were healthy and blooming with the chilly spring morning, but the stench of filth billowed from this place like smoke. Inside must have told a grim tale of the lives inhabiting; it was quiet, not even the loud clanging of a blacksmith's hammer ringing through the air.

Nik pulled back on Lyuda’s reins, directing her inside the tree line until she couldn’t be detected by anyone. The Princess had been truthful thus far; there had been no guards surrounding the walls.

Foolish.

He tied Lyuda loosely in case she had to bolt, and left his cloak draped over her back. The shade was chilly, and under the canopy was icey morning dew dripping onto his shoulders and head, making him shutter a few times. He patted her neck, fixing her forelock when she turned to him.

“Go home if I don’t come back,” he stared into her big blue eye. “Don’t be a glutton and stay for the dandelions.” He scolded, patting her cheek when she tossed her head a few times and nickered.

With the sword adorned with carved stones and colored bones secured at his side, he left Lyuda to follow the long wall, his head on a swivel as he observed the unknown territory. The forests were open up here, the bark of the trees dark and lush leaves with many more scattered across the wet ground. His eye trailed the stone wall, taking note of the old arrows and spears sticking from some of the cracks.

Castle Flores had never been amongst any talk of somewhere people or creature desired to be, or attend. He’d heard passing talk from other tribes leaders speaking ill of the unkept kingdom, and the King and Queen’s particular distaste for their non-human neighbors.

Were my parents really here? When he could finally see an end to the wall is when he found the willows she said would be there.

He stood straighter, glancing around himself again. The intimate cluster of pretty willow trees was a stark contrast to the ugliness of this dark castle, and sat at the center, nestled in the tall roots, was the Princess, playing with something in the damp soil beside her feet with her chin resting on her knee. The soft rustle of the willows leaves covered his steps up to her, giving him the extra seconds to look her over.

She was a little thing, barely making it up to his shoulders when they stood, and like this, he could pick her up with one arm and throw her like a bundle if he so desired. All that hair of hers was fanned around her shoulders, small strands glowing in the sunlight that peeked down at her, and even before he stepped in her proximity, he could smell her.

It was so warm, and sweet. Her skin wasn’t stained with those perfumes his parents had often come back with, telling them how humans bathed in the smells to hide their filth. Yet no headache inducing sprays covered her. The savory essence bloomed when she spotted him, quickly standing to smooth down the loose evergreen dress she wore, sparkling gold bracelets and necklaces twinkling under the sun.

Warmth consumed him. She smells so good.

“Nik!” she bowed her head, blinking away the moisture collecting in her eyes. The relief was intense- she’d been waiting longer than expected and had feared he’d abandoned the plan.

His brows furrowed, bowing his head. “Are you alright?’

“Yes, I’m fine,” she smiled nervously. “Did you have trouble finding this place?”

“It was the terrain, I’m not used to the woods,” he explained, an awkward silence following. The next obvious step was to make their way to wherever it was going to take place, but this whole scheme seemed to only get more difficult with every meeting. How do you even warm up to that sort of thing?

“Shall we?” she motioned towards the castle entrance behind herself, almost stumbling over a root behind her heel.

Nik nodded, passing her on his way to the stone archway she pointed to.

She exhaled, now able to take in his muscular back after admiring that tight… shirt, thing, she really didn't know what to call it- that he had switched to. Swords rarely did anything to peak her interest; she’d had plenty of knights swing theirs in attempts to sway the bored Princess, but never before had she been so tickled by the sight like she was now. Without the long cloak dragging behind him, she could better observe how he was light on his feet, and swift and precise in his movements.

He stepped into the first corridor of the castle, looking at every wall and down the two ends of the hall they stood in. He turned to every sound, his nostrils flared in deep breaths, but he only smelled the damp stone surrounding him.

“Everything looks the same,” he mumbled.

“That’s how I feel about the trees,” she shrugged. He smirked, following when she tugged on his wrist. The noises outside were muted once under the dark cover of the castle, the walls hung sparsely with paintings and flags, some swords plastered here and there.

They would look cautiously around corners, his head peeking above hers before she stepped forward to another hall or around another corner, ushering him up a winding spiral of stone stairs, her dress flowing behind her all the way up until they came to the level her room was located on, away from her parents and sister’s critical gazes.

Tall windows let sunlight filter in here, lighting a short walkway that sat cozily beside an overgrown garden shaded by the few thick trees that had taken over.

A final turn down a wide hallway led her to the tall wooden door of her room, pushing her shoulder against the grain and pulling him in. Nik slipped past her as she gave her secluded hall a double take, sliding the heavy lock closed behind her once the door was closed. She finally stopped feeling like someone was on their heels with the lock secured, but now that she was turning to face his back as he looked all around her room, the present was ricocheting back.

Her bed made little sense to him, mostly the shape, but there wasn’t much about her room that was different from his own dwellings. They kept bits of their lives displayed around them, their comforts being these small things they still had control over.

Nik turned to her. “Where’s your girl?”

“Close enough,” she answered, her hands clasped behind herself.

That was a lie.

Morn had been forced to accompany her parents per Patricia’s request, and she worried about the torment she might’ve been facing.

He looked at the door behind her. “You are sure no one will stumble upon us?”

“No one else is here,” she told him, her nerves starting to wake.

His demeanor seemed to shift after that; he’d gone from being alert to grasping their reality again, namely exactly what he was about to do with her in that creepy castle. “Okay,” he nodded, his expression softening.

He tugged at the sword, the tie undoing easily from around his narrow hips before he walked to rest it against the wall.

She glanced between him and the bed, a flush spreading from her belly. Her senses were as scrambled as her actions. Trying to untie the wrap that was pooled around her hips proved difficult with fumbling hands, and she almost stomped her foot in anger when she only created tighter knots.

Nik glanced back at her, taking a breath. Did she see his hands shaking? With her back turned to him he could take the moment to shake the trembling out of his fingertips, but he turned just as she had loosened the sash covering her chest under the sheer outer material of the gown. He watched it fall around her ankles along with the one at her hip, a clear shape of her naked form now silhouetted under the thin gown that reached her bare feet.

“Do you mind if I keep this on?” she asked softly. It was barely any cover over the standing nipples atop those plump breasts, but it was one more layer to obstruct the heavy gaze of those mismatched eyes that guiltily drank in the sight before him.

“I don’t mind,” he mumbled.

He could see her taking deep breaths, licking her lips nervously, but her smell only spelled excitement once he was close again, watching the back of her knees hit her bed, barely catching herself.

She sat only to pull herself back with her hands, her feet following when he reached the edge of the bed.

The dress was pooled between her legs, the gown parting to reveal one of her tawny brown nipples and the freckles sprinkled across her creamy tan skin.

I can’t do this, Nik thought to himself, his knee hitting the soft surface of whatever this bed was made of. I can’t do this, but he still crawled, following her to the center where she sat looking at him. The bed creaked below him with every hand placed and knee settled.

“Did you practice?” he asked, entering her immediate space.

He smelled the spike, and saw the shame blush across those freckled cheeks. “I did,” she whispered. So close, she could smell the leathers he carried, but more so the earthy essence that carried on his dark, patterned skin. It was calming- much like the smell that hung in the fresh air after a cold rain.

“Lay back,” he told her, his bandaged hand parting her knees.

Callie only slid back until she was rested up on her elbows, her knee bumping his arm as he shifted between them. The spots his rough fingertips touched tickled, his wide palm smoothing down the silky flesh of her inner thigh. The sheer material was pulled away from between her thighs, and when he gazed down at the first human cunt he’d ever seen, he blushed, the cloth cradling his dick growing tighter. Much like an Orcs, but fascinatingly different.

Saliva pooled in his mouth, swallowing before he spoke. “I’m going to touch you,” his gravelly tone spoke softly, their excited eyes locking.

Callie nodded and rotated her knee out when he gently touched her lips.

The pad of his middle finger smoothed between to find that bundle he’d touched before, her stomach clenching and a soft gasp blowing past her lips. He watched her entire body react when he swiped her juices over it, following the slick rosey flesh down to her hole. Callie watched in awe as he rotated his wrist and carefully tested her work, the entry snug, but accepting of his two thick fingers.

“Ahh-” Callie moaned, her thighs closing around his hand when he pushed in till his knuckles pressed to her cheeks.

It was entrancing listening to her whine like that, moving his fingers experimentally, but his eyes darted up when she grabbed his arm and gasped.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, blinking away some of the clouds he’d been floating in.

“It didn’t hurt,” she shyly admitted, her voice uneven.

Now they were both breathing heavily with his digits shoved knuckle deep in her hot passage and her thighs parting again, fighting the urge to thrum his fingers so he could see her eyes roll into the back of her skull.

Concentrate!

“This is as far as you got?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“That’s as far as I could go on my own,”

He was absolutely stuck looking at her. His head felt fuzzy, his body vibrating below noticeable. Is she asking me…?

Callie kept her eyes on him, her body screaming to be touched, but could he see it? Could he understand the signal she was giving him even though the more logical part of her said this was taking things way off course, maybe even dangerously?

But it feels so good- far better than any realm her imagination had taken her to.

There was only a half second to spend worrying if she’d overstepped by suggesting such a thing before he adjusted the hand he’d been leaning on at her side, his knees sliding closer so he could sit down.

He evoked another soft moan when he scissored his fingers steadily, her body bouncing up with every careful thrust of his fingers.

“What are you doing?” She panted, reaching down to touch his hand. “What is this?”

“I’m spreading my fingers,” he showed her when he withdrew, her shimmering arousal spreading between his digits.

“Oh,” she nodded, another soft whimper when he slid his fingers back in.

Callie could feel the pressure of him stretching her, the gradual growing of the distance between his fingers as he pumped his hand between her thighs, and that same pressure collecting in her lower belly made her weak, absolutely powerless.

It made her head almost bob when struggling to stay up on her elbows. She knew she needed to conceal this vulnerability- they weren’t supposed to be doing this for enjoyment. But when she dared a look up at him, could she assume he might’ve been enjoying himself too by the way he poured his entire concentration into the steady pumps of his arm? Or how he kept inching closer on his knees, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around her waist and slip into the creamy center he massaged.

I can’t do this. “I think we can try now,” he spoke, his tone gravely.

A tremble broke out over her body even when she nodded, her hair clung to the sweat on her forehead, her skin hot when his hand pulled back over her thigh.

Callie watched him lean between her knees as he finally closed the space between them, the bed creaking and her legs over his thick, scarred thighs. She couldn’t pull her eyes away when watching him untie the cords at his hips, tugging them until the cloth holding his anatomy fell away.

“Good god!” she exclaimed, sitting farther up to stare down at the fat, veiny, rigid monster dangling between his thighs. “Dear god, oh my god,” she chanted, laughing hysterically and covering her face. “It’s the size of my fucking arm!”

Nick faltered, a little conflicted. “Do you want to stop?”

She looked away from his impressive size, shaking her head and fighting the tremble in her chin. “I can do this,”

“I told you our sizes-”

“I know, I remember, I’m okay,” she went on, gathering her courage to reach down and touch him.

He grunted and tensed when her fingertips and thumb, now wrapped tightly around his girth, couldn’t touch. When she pushed back on the velvety skin to reveal the purple-ish head that was pierced and dripping with precum, her jaw dropped, looking up at his embarrassed glare.

“A piercing, Prince?” she teased bravely, but he chuffed in her face, making her eyes flutter.

“Where’s yours, coward?” he growled, but she merely rolled her eyes, looking back down at the cock she held.

Her grip tightened when she slowly pumped it once, his stomach clenching with a groan. She’d not expected a males appendage to feel so… meaty, but was undeniably captivated by how pretty it was. She couldn’t help squeezing it gently, her toes curling when he exhaled shakily and jerked into her palm. Her touch felt electric, his body reacting stronger than ever before.

They looked at one another. His golden eye was dilated and locked directly on her as her hand fell away, coming to pull her dress farther up her stomach.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, she told herself, finally laying back with his top leaned completely over her sprawled form, her knees drawing back. She felt completely naked although scantily dressed, but also felt the intense throb of need between her thighs. Never before had she felt a desire as exact as this one, desperate to satisfy her craving to be filled.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

“Please,” she asked, tingling when he let spit drop onto his tip and spread it around with his thumb. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Her knees bobbed at his sides; she could feel his warm, slick tip part her lips and slide down to her center.

Callie tensed, the pressure growing as he pushed.

His head was thicker, more so than his fingers that had been a gentle lull, but their slick arousals made his first poke in smooth. He groaned when her heat kissed his tip, his hands balling painfully in the sheets by her side as his hips dropped and his head slowly eased in.

She hissed, and he paused. “Careful,” she choked.

He nodded loosely, his words slurred when he softly apologized.

He was feverish, his stomach in knots. His arm was shaking already- she was so tight, her whimpers so soft when gazing up at him.

“It stings,” she mumbled, but he could barely hear her.

Warmth made his eyes heavy, his control weak. He wanted to slip into the pool of ecstasy and lay over her while she sobbed his name. Nik wanted to put his mouth on the twin peaks below him, and taste how sweet her skin must’ve been-

The consuming pain of the spike being driven into his arm made him holler, snapping up and away from the Princess who had the small hair pin clenched in her fist, scrambling away from him.

Nik stood, looking at his bleeding arm, vicious breaths raging through his teeth when he looked at her. He looked like the beast her parents had painted Orcs to be with his sharp teeth and tusks exposed like that, darkness filling his sharp eyes. “What the fuck!?” he shouted.

“You did not stop!” She cried, covering herself hurriedly.

He blinked. “What?”

“You- you went in all the sudden and I asked you to wait and you didn’t!” She yelled, obviously jarred. Her arms crossed her body, her legs pinched tight where she stood across the bed.

Nik paused, thinking- had he heard her? No, he hadn’t heard anything, he realized, looking at her again.

“I didn’t hear you-“

“You should have! You said you would go slow!”

“It was an accident, I wouldn’t do that purposefully!” He shouted, his seething anger inching back.

“How do I know you’re not lying!?”

He was taken aback- was she serious? “You rope me into this without knowing anything about each other and now you want to ask these types of questions?” he spat, warm blood coming down his arm. “Are you mindless?”

“You are the mindless one who couldn’t keep his head together! That’s weak!” she shouted back, her face turning red.

“It was a mistake!” Nik thundered, watching her flinch as his voice rang loudly in her room. “Fuck this- all of it, this was a stupid idea!”

She watched him spin in one swoop across his half of the room to collect his items before throwing open the door so viciously the hinges loosened, the wood banging against the wall and losing a few splinters. The room that had once been filled with quiet, intense concentration was now too quiet.

She held her face, her hands shaking still.

A moments worth of the fear she’d collected over the years after listening to first hand accounts of men taking what they wanted without asking had driven her to grab the hair pin she’d stashed under her pillow and stab it into his arm, but now that she was looking from a different point of view of where they once laid together, she could see she’d acted too fast. Just as he’d been locked in the moment, so had she, riding the adrenaline before he reached her limit, but fear had not graced him with enough time to even comprehend that she had asked him to wait when the stinging grew too intense.

Callie sat on her bed, holding her face.

“Mindless,” she repeated, rolling her eyes.

She looked over the drops of blood leading from her bed and across the floor, her hair pin discarded across the sheets she’d been gripping to for dear life.

Her eyes closed. What should I do?

He still reeled in embarrassment. He hid his face in his hands, grumbling insults, shaking his head.

How had he let his concentration slip that much? Where had he gone to not hear her right below him?

You were thinking of how deep you would fit, you fool.

Nik groaned, mashing his hands against his face and rubbing his eyes until the wound at his arm protested. He winced, rotating his elbow to look at the small puncture that only bled mildly but could tell would ache something fierce in the days to come.

She almost poked the bone.

“Nik?” Came her breathless voice, turning his head to find her at the entrance of the overgrown garden they’d passed on their way up to her room.

She’d clearly run around for a while before finally finding him perched under one of the windows that lush vines had taken over, tall grass and flowers hiding his large form. Callie was breathless and still wearing that sheer gown, her hair stuck around her neck.

“I thought you’d left,” she panted, composing herself. “I’m- I’m very sorry,” she stuttered. “I see now I didn’t give you the chance to even respond before I…” she motioned to his arm, his face souring a little. “I got scared,” she added, glancing down at her feet.

He overlooked her nervous fiddling, how she couldn’t meet his eyes. The fact that she was here first apologizing when she could’ve been screaming for help said a lot.

“I’m sorry too,” he exhaled, pulling apart a flower he’d picked. “I do not know where my mind was and it was because of that that you felt the need to protect yourself, so I’m sorry, Princess,” he apologized.

Well. She nodded, clearing her throat. I wasn’t expecting this.

“What are we to do now?” he asked while standing, dusting off any bits of grass and debris from his legs.

She chewed the inside of her lip. “Try again?”

He winced. “You hit your limit back there. I think we need more time,”

She couldn’t deny that- he’d only made it past his head before a ring of fire had the panic replacing the excitement once rushing through her veins.

“While I don’t disagree, as I said before, I don’t know how capable I am of carrying that out myself at this point,” she articulated, her fingers laced awkwardly at her front.

That’s true, she did mention that. “I remember,”

“What you experienced was after a night's worth of… preparing,” she chose, catching the twitch of his ears, her eyes widening in delight. They can move their ears!?

Nik took in a deep breath and let it out, rubbing the back of his head in thought. Why was he still here? Why did he keep doing this?

“Should we keep doing this?” He asked. Should we? Can we? Can I?

He could see her mulling that one over, her big eyes cast down in thought. It looked to have opened something dark in her heart, something that immediately changed the bright demeanor of the stubborn Princess.

“Can I ask why you keep coming back? Is it wrong to assume you’ve doubted me- this entire thing?” she asked, and he nodded. “So why do you keep coming back?”

Nik stared down at her. It really didn’t take much thought for him to really know why he kept coming back here once he was asked out loud.

“I didn’t realize how much I disliked my life until you pointed out how bad things are,” he mumbled. “I suppose you gave me hope for a future I didn’t think I could have,”

“Hope,” she nodded.

“C’mere,” he motioned to his lap, helping her kneel down to where he was at the base of a sunny tree inside the garden. “Are you sure we can do this here?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“It would be wise to be closer to the trees if someone found us, no?” she asked, taking his hand.

He grumbled. “I suppose,”

Once her bottom hit his thigh, he carefully spun her so she was draped across his lap, leaning back into one arm and the other hand coming to rest at her parting thighs.

“Ready?” He asked softly.

It helped her comfort when she let her elbow rest behind his shoulder, allowing her to better lean into his chest. His skin was so warm, the heat coming off his palms even more intense than the skin of his arms.

She liked when he moved her around to adjust her spot in his lap, effortlessly sliding her this way and that until he had a better angle to touch her. Like this, his arm could slip under the knee that rested against his chest, her foot rested against a tall root.

“I’m ready,” she nodded, still tensing as his fingertips skimmed to her center. She slipped the dress to the side and his wrist rotated again, his middle fingers slipping in.

Callie’s eyes fluttered, her back arching and nails digging into his shoulder; he was so smooth about it.

“You don’t need that much more, I think,” he mumbled, swirling his fingers before scissoring them. She was still wet, still radiating that delicious spice, but he wasn’t gonna let that land him with another stabbing.

“Mhm,” she hummed, her brows furrowed.

Nik could hear how slick she was as he spread and closed his pumping fingers in rhythm, the sound intriguing him to the point where he had to look back at her face so he wouldn’t stare. He was surprised to find her barely managing to keep her head up, her hands gripping various parts of him and her breaths uneven. Often a small moan would come forth, sometimes a choked whine she would stiffen with.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, but she shook her head, her hair moving around her face.

“No, not at all,” she sighed, her head hitting his shoulder when she glanced at him.

His head rotated to keep looking at her, spreading his fingers a little wider, but her head kept wobbling around, thwarting his attempts to watch how her face changed with the pace of his fingers.

Goosebumps fired across her scalp when the scrape of his nails moved between the roots of her hair, his big hand grabbing a fistful to turn her face towards him.

“Fuck!” she hissed, her toes pushing her feet off the roots.

She had to resist curling around his hand and grinding, but with his control over her head, she could only lay across his lap and writhe. He could swear he felt the slightest rock in her hips when he buried his fingers, but he was more entranced by the array noises she made.

I didn’t know humans made noises like this, he thought curiously to himself, tightening the grip on her hair to keep her head still. She winced, but did not ask him to stop. That spiked his intrigue, his image of the Princess changing shape with every second they spent together.

She looked up at him when he chuffed loudly, her jaw dropping when the spreading stopped and he curled his fingers.

Her breaths were punched from her chest, his touch urging her body to react to the way his fingers coaxed in a come hither fashion.

They were off course now- something had shifted, and his only objective in that moment was to hear how loud she could scream when she started to fall boneless in his hold, soft moans growing louder with every second passing, but she couldn’t stop herself, either.

This was the euphoria of another's touch, wasn't it?

This was the weightlessness, the floating in the clouds.

His thumb snuck up, pressing soft circles against the reactive bundle of nerves. His heart rate spiked when her eyes momentarily rolled back, her hand grabbing his.

Without a word passed between them, she knew to sit up and draw her knee across his chest to straddle his lap, her feet now on either side of him and pushing off the roots to raise enough so he could quickly do away with his coverings.

She breathed heavily above him, her hold locked against the back of his neck and hungrily watching him finally free his springing member.

Calista almost whined, her thighs aching and trembling madly already, but a greater, more urgent, needful part of her had taken over. It told her how to slowly ease her way back down after his hand had returned to her waist from pushing aside her dress again, panting just as she did when looking down at her sex that was soaked and glistening.

It led her to gently sit against the head of his throbbing cock, his thumb holding the length steady.

Her forehead bumped his, the pair watching as she gently, with glacial speed, eased his head in easier than the first time.

Nik exhaled loudly, his hand leaving from between them to hold her sides with a wraithlike power. She was hot, enough to make him feel like he may overheat.

Her toes curled into the moss and grass below them, her nails pinching the skin on the back of his neck as she whimpered above him.

Nik’s eyes found hers, both flushed and drunk on lust.

Maintaining his composure was tricky when she bobbed on his head a little, her snug hole sucking his head again and again, testing his girth the farther down she went. He chuffed loudly, his blind eye pinched shut and his other about to roll back into his skull while his heels pushed into the earth. It was a meager sensation to be shaking over in the grand scheme of what was happening, and Nik couldn’t understand why his mind so reeled at the slightest sensations.

Calista winced and gasped, the agony of stretching starting to outweigh the rush of her first time fucking anyone, yet when she glanced at the Prince, her center clenched watching him struggle to even his breath or maintain the rough exterior he’d upheld. She could’ve reached for his sword and plunged it into his chest, he was so far gone! His cheek rested against her inner arm, his hairless brows curled in what appeared to be anger, but the loud exhales and little whimpers said otherwise.

A sudden glance up at her and push against her stomach to lift her off his dick brought clarity back to her world, and she blinked, looking down at his alert manner.

“Is everything-” she started, but didn’t expect him to be grabbing her so fast, she nearly got whiplash. Despite his massive size, almost as fast as a hummingbird's flap of a wing, he had them standing and whipped around the tree, her back to his chest and his hand over her mouth, holding her tight to his hard frame.

“Someone’s coming,” he whispered, watching over his shoulder.

She waited, seconds ticking by until she heard the distinct foot falls of a small group of guardsmen walking by, their low conversation traveling with them. The hand splayed across her stomach pulled her in tighter, inching up her ribcage.

Nik growled low, eyeing his sword he’d left in the grass and praying was concealed enough. He felt a fight rising in his chest; this is exactly what he feared would happen.

She pulled his hand down from her mouth, turning in his hold to face him. “They will leave,” she whispered, leaning over to watch them too.

He shushed her again, but she only pointed until he followed her finger to where the four armored men were making their way to a separate hall that would lead them in the opposite direction. Even then he did not release her hastily, instead keeping his hands secured at her back until he could no longer smell them with a raise of his nose to the air.

“They are gone,” she ensured, finally managing to bring his attention back to her, but he looked far more troubled than before, but she was too, realizing this was the end of their day together.

She blinked a few times- together? This is an arrangement.

But that slip-up was definitely not part of this arrangement. “You should go, I don’t want you in any danger,” she told him, stepping from the cozy comfort of his arms as he covered himself again.

The disappointment was immediate. Had she been alone, she likely would’ve had a good cry after ending a long desired experience like that so abruptly.

Nik nodded, agreeing, but couldn't help feeling a little… bummed. “I’m sorry today didn’t go well,” It was strange to feel that those words were a lie, but even if he wanted to accept that mistake, he’d undeniably enjoyed every moment of it.

“Maybe we’ll have better luck next time?” she asked, the pair gazing at one another.

About that. “I don’t know when that will be,”

Her brows furrowed, her eyes questioning.

“My parents have returned home and our father keeps us on the move between other clans,” he explained, anticipating days worth of riding and keeping up appearances.

“How long does that usually go on for?” she asked, tensing.

Nik weighed his hands. “Five days, maybe more?”

Her shoulders dropped, nodding her head. “I understand,”

In all honesty, he felt bad. It was easier to understand the urgency of her scheme when all he had to do was take a breath for a reminder of the state her kingdom was in, but that didn’t stop his own day to day turmoil from happening.

“I will see you soon then?” she looked up at him again, forcing a small smile.

“If I find the chance, I’ll come to you,”

“How will I know you’re near? You can’t walk up, they’ll see you,”

Nik looked around, pointing to the forest surrounding her castle. “I’ll call you from the trees,” he told her, and she cocked her head.

“How?”

“Can you whistle?” he asked, and she shook her head. His hairless brows pulled together. “You can’t whistle?”

“No one ever taught me,” she said softly, fiddling with her own hands.

That struck a sadness in him he felt was all too familiar, a loneliness that he’d carried with him since childhood. “Do you know what an Ora bird is?”

“The violet ones?” she asked, watching as he turned to the trees and lifted his fingers to his mouth. A smooth, three tone whistle carried far and picked up other songs from Ora’s nearby, the melody circling before it came back to them. Callie grinned, never having known the birds she listened to everyday were capable of such magic.

“That’s the whistle we’ll use, no one will notice it,” he explained. Something sudden, but luscious, and sweet filled his senses, licking his lips when he realized it was on his tongue.

“Like this?” Callie asked, trying to mimic his hand placement and whistle.

He glanced down at his own hand, his fingers that had been… Nik pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, swallowing, fighting a debilitating rush of heat under his skin.

Paradise.

“Like this,” he instructed, his tone deep, dark, rough. He carefully adjusted her lithe fingers, his fingers bumping her soft lips a couple times. When she had her eyes closed and attempting another go, he licked his lips, his breath nearly punched from his chest.

A soft, weak whistle from the Princess brought reality back, and she dazzled him with a wide smile that made those big, brown eyes sparkle in excitement.

“Was that it?” she asked, trying again to carry the three toned call.

“Almost,” he quietly responded, sharing a half grin. “Keep at it and you’ll get it quick. If either of us needs each other, we can use this,”

“Thank you, Nik,” she grinned, but great guilt swarmed him.

It was not ten minutes ago he was ready to fuck her in that overgrown garden, and now here he was teaching her something so meager, yet she was the happiest he’d seen her in the days she’d graced his company. He felt as if he was stealing away the moments she should’ve been sharing with a real husband, someone she chose over love instead of obligation.

“I’m sorry you feel you have to do this,” he mumbled, his eyes dropping in shame.

She was puzzled, trying to understand his meaning. “Whistle?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, this- us, what we have planned. That you have to waste your first moments of intimacy with me,”

“Ahh,” she nodded, chewing the inside of her lips. “Do you think you would make a good husband?”

His ears twitched again- she almost squealed. He’d never asked himself that before, but… “I think so,”

“Then I’m not sorry.”

He departed hesitantly after they exchanged goodbyes, and found difficulty in pulling his eyes away from her after he’d left her under the willows they walked back to in comfortable silence. Even as every step took him farther away, she still coated his skin, her essence on his hands, on his lips. Her smile was still vibrant in his mind when he made it back to Lyuda, her nose hovering close to his chest when she smelled Callie.

Her big ears perked forward, nudging him a few times.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, pushing her head away.

He rode back leisurely under the warm sun and chilly breeze, his thoughts floating high above him with the billowing clouds.

He recalled soft moans, and gentle twitches, the way her fingers dug into his skin. He traced his hand over the back of his neck where she’d left small crescent marks, grinning to himself. It was how luscious her walls felt, and how she looked him in the eye without hesitation, her body asking for more than she was capable of. Nik blushed, rubbing his eyes. Even if he’d made the mistake of losing control over his actions for a split second, he hadn't been wrong when he thought she wanted it just as badly as he had. Had she not been a virgin, he’d still be back there, buried deep in her belly and branding her into the Earth.

Nik chuckled at himself. It didn't even faze him anymore that she was human. Perhaps all his judgements had been misguided despite the overwhelming evidence. She was… different, though.

Another day to come with the Princess didn’t seem so daunting, or as intimidating, but that was the first time he felt that maybe, just maybe he had the capability to do this.

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Content Poll 2!

ayyyy back at it again 😎 i had so much fun doing the werewolf!! don't forget to drop suggestions if you dont see something you like!! 🥰🥰

im doing Jake from Avatar regardless of what's voted here because people on TikTok are expecting it now, so that's why he won't be on this poll 

also i'm narrowing down the poll options just so there's not a huge selection, it can be conflicting deciding which one you're hornier for haha 

Patreon Werewolf Completed

this went in a completely opposite direction than i was planning, but as soon as i swapped her hair color and his coat color, it made a lot more sense then her having white hair and him being rusty colored 😭 plus i couldn't stop seeing Jacob from twilight with the rust color; i love it, but that's just his shade now unfortunately 

she's a vampire!! i conjured up a whole ass backstory for these two and lemee tell you: tragedy

so for now, meet Halina and Alejandro. lovers who shouldn't be lovers 😌🦋

this was a lot of fun to draw thooo 🥵 so be ready for the next poll! 💕

Patreon Werewolf WIP cont.

so they became new oc's 😭🤌🏼 

i like Halina for her but the werewolf idk, but i want him to be rusty colored 👏🏼 i'm proud of that dick tho i'm not gonna lie 

okay onto rendering! 🥰🥰

Cathedra - Chapter 1: Trials

Authors Note: hello again 🥰 not much to say for this chapter except thissss is when stuff starts gaining momentum. Also, big huge shout out to Mareike Hartmann for suggesting the name Jakob- it stuck and it suits him so well, so thank you thank you!! 💛💛

CW: language/sexual content 

Enjoy the read my loves ❤

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 The deep slice marring his palm had finally stopped dripping, the gooey scabs molding over what would heal within a matter of days. It still stung fiercely when he opened and closed his fist, almost as severely as when Lyuda’s reins tugged and scraped against the exposed flesh as they raced away from the starry eyed Princess hidden behind the lush trees. After kicking and yelling at his trusted mare to carry him across the rolling fields as fast as she could, he’d surely owe her any apples he had stored in secret for his own enjoyment. She never once reached back to nip or throw her head in frustration, she only ran.

 Nik looked back out over the rippling surface of the river before him, the brilliant oranges and lavenders of the setting sun coloring the water's surface. The last light had disappeared behind the trees and hills across the water, the songs of nighttime starting to pick up.

 Nothing about this quiet landscape had changed in the full day he'd sat and mulled over his thoughts, staring at the same rough outline of bushy trees or old driftwood knocking across the stones beneath the water, nor had it bored the young Prince like many times before when his mind craved peace away from his people. He wanted his thoughts to wash away with the water, far where he could never follow downstream.

 In his private landscape where tall grass rubbed against his back and the water stayed cool even during the summer, the peace did not silence these revolving thoughts.

 Nik did not trust himself to return home and not demand his parents to explain their poor choice of actions, but what if they could?

 What if this Princess- who now carried his mark- had only ill intentions that he had fallen victim to? Could her desperate pleas have been false?

 Nick groaned, holding his face. She was so convincing.

 If this girl so desired power over the well-being of her people, then why not just slay her sister and rule her own kingdom without me getting in the way?

 He stumbled to recall her words, and the sincerity of them. Everything she said contradicted his own second guessing, but the worry that he’d instead jeopardized the life of others and his own sat heavily on his conscience, churning and bubbling like angry lava. Humans were capable of horrific crimes, could she be any different?

 “I don't care what blood they carry because it's precious blood nonetheless.”

 Those words rang clear in his ears, as did the determination splayed across those pretty features of hers when she first blocked him, dug into the dirt like a tree.

 He scoffed. An uncommon trait in human women, that was. Her hits were so weak against his chest, but the power in her words, in her voice that broke more than once left him convinced, again. Like the first time he’d buckled and told her he’d join her hand in marriage and claim the thrones, he was here, letting the memory of her desperation win him over.

 Lyuda strolled to his side, leaning down to press her soft nose against his arm until he scratched her jaw.

 “You liked her, you traitor,” he spoke softly to his horse, glaring into the big blue eye that peered at him. A loud snort blew across his face when she lifted her head to shake off the flies, walking back to where she’d been grazing in the dark.

 His cheek leaned into his palm, figuring he should've been headed home after his day long absence. They would smell her on him, though, especially her blood that intermingled with his. He rose, walking into the crisp water and leaning over to rinse his hand again. Nik winced, rubbing his thumb up and down the gash, watching the blood come flowing forth again. It was useless and he knew it. No matter how many times he scrubbed, her scent would be with him for a few days. He could only hope fresh bandages and Jasmine stuffed between the folds would help cover it up.

 He stood straight, shaking his hand free of the cold water and blood. He watched the droplets twist down his forearm, dripping off his elbow.

 She’ll bleed when you deflower her.

 He held his face again.

 The loss of his own virginity had happened years ago on the same night he’d taken his former fling’s, but to take a humans? What did human women even look like down there? The claim of halfling children residing in the walls proved that Orcs and humans could breed, but she made no mention of their parents, or caretakers- why? Was it possible that the horrific tales his mother had told him of halflings born deformed were only to keep Orcs as hateful towards humans as humans were to them? Was it to keep the borders from tumbling down to reveal that maybe living together in peace was possible?

 There was too much to weigh and digest, but Nik had made his decision hours ago when he’d sunk his sharp teeth into her palm and let her draw blood across his own, with his own blade. Their fates had been sealed the moment their bloody hands joined, promising one another they would see this to the end, even if their end resulted in death.

 He took in his dark surroundings again, only the flicker of fireflies glittering across the grass lighting up the fresh night around him.

 Tomorrow would come quickly, and he agreed to meet her early.

 “We can meet tomorrow morning,”

 Nik was already atop his horse, reeling back on the reins when Lyuda tried to greet Calista again.

 “Tomorrow we try,” she added, looking up at him, waiting. The smell of her blood was everywhere on top of already coating his tongue, a little smeared across her cheek, and now on his thigh where her small hand rested, ready to grip his cloak if he tried leaving without a word.

 “Tomorrow morning, Princess.” And exclaimed loudly, Lyuda taking off through the trees.

 Nik scrubbed his thigh fervently, splashing water across the skin and rubbing a coarse stone over the cleaned area, but he could still smell her there.

 It was no use. She was as on his skin as she was splashed across his mind.

 “Lyuda,” Nik called, clicking until she trotted and splashed over. She tossed her head impatiently as he gathered her reins and hoisted himself up with a low grunt, choosing to signal her to walk on instead of heeling her in the sides anymore.

 The grass swayed and hissed as the impressive mare walked through, small fireflies bumping into her and twirling around her whipping tail. Nik had to duck and lean often so he could avoid a face full of leaves or spiky branches, sometimes resorting to resting on Lyuda’s crest until she grew irritated. The ride back to his home wasn’t too journeysome, and coming back so late meant he could slip behind the numerous tents and structures to where the horses gathered in the evening. Other Orcs were still awake, many gathered around the main fire where he could smell the last of their Snowy Elk still roasting. It was down to their last rations of jerky and corn, after that meat was gone…

 He groaned- he was hungry, but to face anyone now would be to answer too many questions.

 His horse directed herself to the small clearing of apple trees and lush grass to feed on, and Nik slid off her side, continuing to walk behind her until the low-hanging trees were enough cover.

 The laughter and words passed between fellow Orc’s faded the farther he walked, back to where fewer congregated near his parents' tents and his own. It was darker, only a few torches lit along a path that led to them. He slowly, steadily approached his brothers, careful not to press his ear against the tarp. Low snoring rumbled through the coverings, and he exhaled, stepping away.

 He already knew his parents were not present.

 A matter pertaining to a disrupted border, they had told him.

 Which castle were they visiting today? He wondered, glaring at the dark tent as he passed to his own. He slipped in through the back after lifting the bottom of the tanned tarp, still careful to remain silent. He didn’t strike a match to navigate, he didn’t need to see his way to the soft pile of skins he slumbered upon every night. Nik crawled over it, collapsing into the fur.

 He groaned, an aggravating pressure growing under his skull. The burden of the coming morning left his stomach in tangles.

 His tired eyes opened, looking at the dark space beside him.

 He cursed his mind for putting the Princess there in the dark with him, visualizing the moment he’d lay between her knees. Never had he reacted so uncharacteristcally at the thought of fucking someone. The rattling of his nerves was starting to tug at his already taut reins. Would there be any peace tonight before the dreaded morning?

 Nik rolled onto his back, his arm tossed over his eyes.

 What have I done?

 His eyes opened to the first of sunlight casting across the side of his tent, the space around him glowing softly. His eyes burned with intensity- he’d found little rest all night, and the uneasiness had doubled. Despite exhaustion resting heavy on his shoulders, Nik pushed himself up off the skins with a groan and sat back on his knees, rubbing his dry eyes.

 He could hear the others starting their day; the soft rumble of young children already playing amongst the soft chatter of parents and others, their cooking and cleaning filling in the quiet that the songs of mourning doves and other birds did not.

 Nik looked around, his hand slapping down on his thigh. He sucked his teeth and exhaled. I should eat.

 “Nik!”

 His eyes closed. Not now.

 “Wake up you worthless-“ another towering Orc whose features matched Nik’s remarkably threw open the entrance of the tarp, his two ochre eyes zooming here and there until he spotted his brother sitting on his bear skins still, his back facing him. “Get up,”

 “Go away,” Nik stood, his arms stretching high above his head. Multiple satisfying pops filled his body.

 “Already old and groaning like Father,”

 “Fuck off, Jakob,” Nik spat, but his brother brushed it off.

 “It’s barely morning and you’ve already found the biggest stick to shove right up your ass, haven't you?” Jakob asked, smiling at his brother's seething glare. “You said we would fish today!”

 “I have something to do first,” Nik mumbled, turning before Jakob saw his darkening cheeks.

 Jakob was silent, his lively mood plummeting. “We agreed to this days ago,”

 “Something came up,” Nik argued, leaning his nose into his shoulder when he reached for something. Should I bathe?

 “Like what?” Jakob implored, following when Nik moved him aside to walk out, his cloak in one arm and a horse satchel in the other. The twin Princes smiled half-heartedly and greeted others accordingly as Nik quickly made his way through the crowds, picking small fruits from baskets along the way.

 “Are you going to answer me or do I have to follow you to wherever you’re headed?” Jakob called, squeezing through a small group of passing children.

 “If you follow me I’ll give you an eye like mine,” Nik spun around, pointing at his bewildered brother.

 “Threaten me again and I’ll blind that other eye,” he growled, but Nik only chuffed, continuing on his way to the horses. Jakob’s face contorted in anger as he watched his brother trudge away as he threw his cloak on, but he still followed, waiting until they were out of ear shot to speak again.

 “Are you riding out to Father? Has something happened?” Jakob pressed, looking up at Nik after he’d pulled himself up on Lyuda.

 “No,” he snapped, flipping the satchel across the mare's withers.

 “Nik!” Jakob exclaimed, at last earning his brothers full attention. “What’s happening?”

 With a deep breath, Nik shook his head.

 There was no way he could tell him. If nothing came of today, he wouldn’t need to share his secret. But god, if her plan really panned out how it was supposed to, what could he tell his brother to prepare him for it?

 “Nothing,” Nik said. “I’ll be back soon.”

 Jakob was left in confusion at his brother's sudden, and cold departure. There was not one thing he could come up with that would explain why he needed to be somewhere so early after not seeing him the previous day. Not to mention him sneaking back into his tent after everyone had gone to sleep, that was extremely unlike his brother to do.

 Jakob crossed his arms as the last of Nick and Lyuda disappeared, his suspicions rising, but a coy smile curling the lips the one chipped tusk sat behind.

 He’s going to see a girl, he figured, turning to stroll back to the others.

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 Morn looked her over, her eyes wide with lifted brows and hands on her hips. “That? You’re meeting him like that?”

 Calista glared. “I want something with easy access!” She blushed, fidgeting nervously with the gown that parted scandalously high on her hips to reveal the tips of those plump, freckled thighs.

 “Don't say that,” Morn whined, holding her face.

 “You’re supposed to be my bravery, do not do that!” Calista sobbed, holding her own face and struggling to even her breathing. Her nerves had been bundled and lodged in her throat, her hands steadily tremoring since she’d woken. All night she’d tossed and turned, imagining the great Prince leaning down between her thighs, looking at her with those mismatched eyes of his as he fucked her.

 “I do not think myself capable of this- your highness, this is madness,” Morn held her shoulders, looking her in the eye, but her resolve had already been obliterated when she handed over her fate to this plan.

 “I have to be capable of this,” Calista answered, showing her bandaged hand. “I’m obligated,”

 “You’re not- I’m sure he would remain silent if you threatened him,”

 “Morn!” Calista snapped. “This was my doing! He wanted to run and I stopped him!” She reminded, leaning to keep Morn’s gaze when she tried looking away. “You were the one to explain to me the significance of this mark so how would you expect me to just walk away from this?”

 “I know I know! I just- I can’t wrap my head around this,” Morn told her.

 “I’m having trouble doing the same,” Calista agreed, looking down at her fiddling hands.

 Morn grabbed her by the shoulders, bringing her attention back up. “No matter what he says, go slow.” She instructed, the grave seriousness in her eyes intense.

 Calista nodded, her heart picking up.

 The anticipated moment they’d join had been looming closer since her eyes first opened, but the reality that an Orc was to be the one to steal her virginity was fresh. Even while Orcs bared features that were not far from an Elves, it was the sharp teeth, and tusks, their sheer size that was so-

 Interesting.

 Callie chose not to share this revelation with her friend, biting down a hysterical smile while Morn tied the laces at her back.

 She scoffed under her breath.

 And what makes you think I’d want to bear a halfling with you? She recalled, anger pricking her skin.

 What makes you think you’re any better, Prince?

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 He wasn’t waiting when she arrived this time, or at least she couldn’t see his grand horse from where she stood with her own at the bottom of the incline.

 Her stallion pulled back on his reins once fastened, a loud snort blowing her hair. She eased the jumpy beast, hushing it gently before smoothing down her dress and looking back to where she had Morn, ready to charge at a moment's notice. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that- she wanted nothing more than for this to just go smoothly.

 If he never looked in her direction again after he’d done what was expected, she would be fine with that.

 Calista looked back up at the trees, swallowing her heavy breaths and hoping to calm her thundering heart that was picking up in intensity.

 Still…

 This was terrifying.

 She took a step up, the other joining. Callie broke through into the trees once again to find the Prince riding up on Lyuda at that very moment, water droplets rolling off his dark skin and loose clothing. The sunlight shining through the leaves made him sparkle, his pretty eyes keeping hers as he halted the tall horse, sliding off her side and onto his feet with ease.

 Her big eyes although trained on his strained not to wander across the exposed muscles dripping with cold water, not until he bowed his head and said, “Princess,”

 His tone was softer this morning, but still as rich.

 Calista bowed her head once. “Why are you wet?”

 He nodded his head towards Lyuda. “She took off across a stream,” he lied, forgoing that he took the time to bathe just in case.

 She nodded, glancing between him and his chest, swallowing. “Are you- are we still-“ she fumbled, but he nodded hurriedly, surprised to see a soft, admittedly pretty smile from her. “I thought you would have not shown,” she admitted.

 “I can’t go back on that,” he motioned towards her hand, his sore fist closing at his side. He peered around, his nose lifting to the sky. “Your girl is nearby?”

 She nodded. “She will not interrupt unless I ask,” she advised. When she looked up to him again, he was nodding, his eyes roaming her. Her blush was immediate. “I’ll have you know I’m not entirely inept to this activity,”

 Nik took a breath and let it out steadily. “If this is going to work Princess, we need to be honest with one another,” he suggested, and she was taken aback once she understood his meaning.

 “You think I'm lying?” She panicked, tensing when he nodded.

 “I can smell that you're still intact,” he said, turning towards Lyuda and unfastening his cloak before draping it across her back and tugging her reins in the direction of the meadow below. Calista watched with wide eyes as the horse trotted away, his bare, ripped back facing her.

 He had to hide his laughter when turning back- he’d obviously uncovered something she thought wouldn’t be.

 “We will go very slow,” he assured, but her apprehension, or humiliation, did not lessen at his words.

 Now that he was before her again, stepping closer than he did yesterday, she could see that he absolutely dwarfed her. Whatever he had hiding under that damn cloth was sure to make her head spin when the time came.

 She glanced around them. “S-should I lie down?”

 Nik felt his skin prickle. “Not yet,” he cleared his throat. “I’m not even sure I can fit right now, Princess,”

 Oh my god. “We will have to make sure?” She asked, and he nodded. “With…?” She cracked looking down at his hips. “What do we do?”

 “Firstly, you need to calm down,” he snapped, his nerves rising as hers did.

 “I can’t!” She snapped back.

 “If this is to work then you need to teach yourself to remain calm,” he ground out, glaring down at her.

 “That’s hard when I have to take something the size of my forearm,” she argued, lifting her arm up.

 He glanced at it. Actually…

 “We’re not doing that right now!” He repeated, silencing the words she had ready to fire. “I told you I do not even know if I fit, we have to check,”

 Calista calmed her fury, agreeing. Her cheeks were surely the deepest red they’ve ever been. A tingling had started between her thighs the moment she laid sight on those arms of his again, the tusks, the bright eyes that would catch hers then flick away.

 The handsome Prince held his hand out to her. His palm could cover her entire face, likely lift her up by her skull if he so pleased, and although those palms were rough and scarred from fights she knew nothing of, he led her gently over by the trees, careful to show that he was not carrying a replacement dagger after leaving his with her.

 “You will be careful?” She asked, clearly shaken.

 “I will,” he swore quietly. The thumb rested against her knuckles withheld the temptation to swipe across the skin he could tell was silky.

 “How will we do it?” She pressed, stopping beside a tree.

 This is happening, his mind scrambled, but his actions were still steady and sure. “If I were to enter you right now you’d surely tear, not only because you’re a virgin,” he explained. She fidgeted a little before he continued. “I am certain just by looking at one another we can assume we will have to work up to that,”

 She waited, looking up at him with a trust he already didn’t want to shatter. The freckles covering her nose and cheeks were… cute, actually.

 “I'll touch you with my fingers, that way we can better see what kind of work we have to do,”

 She looked at his hands, taking in the width of his digits. “Alright,” she choked, nodding frantically. She’d heard of this, even done it plenty to herself during the few nights her colorful thoughts wandered and the simple circles of her fingers didn’t quite fill that persistent need, but her body was accustomed to her own touch.

 Nik had convinced himself that when it came to the moment she'd run from him, but once faced with her looking up to him for guidance, he found himself proven wrong, unknowing of what to do next.

 What the fuck now?

 “Would you feel more comfortable facing the tree?” He asked, waiting for her to look around and observe.

 “I suppose I would,” she mumbled; this could be done from behind? “Wait!” She spun, startling him. “You promise- you swear you will not take advantage of me?”

 Nik didn’t mask how offended he was- did she really think him to be that type of monster, even after offering to take it this slow?

 “You think me to be like a human man? Taking what he wants without asking?” He rumbled. “I have no blade or sword, only the clothes and necklaces I wear. Your servant can surely hear every word we exchange-“

 I most certainly can, Morn thought to herself, leaning against a tree with her ear in their direction.

 “-so even if I did attack you, I am already outnumbered. You have my word that I would never commit such a hideous crime,” he barked, observing how she remained steadfast even under scrutiny.

 Calista overlooked him once more. His hands, although she was sure could break a tree in two, were indeed his only weapons at the moment, and he’d apparently not yet seen the small dagger she had concealed in the front of her dress. He really was outnumbered.

 “I apologize,” she spoke. Was it so wrong to assume men were the same across the wide scope of races?

 He nodded stiffly, a little riled.

 Calista faced the tree, turning her chin towards her shoulder.

 She heard him take a step closer, and suddenly could feel the warmth from his chest radiating across her back, goosebumps rising along her spine.

 “I will keep my other hand here,” his voice was low beside her ear, but she still flinched, looking up to where he placed his palm against the worn bark.

 She nodded, her thumbs cracking her fingers at her sides.

 “I’m going to touch your hip,” he told her, stilling when his heavy touch rested at her side.

 Good God- it was glaringly clear now just how much strength he likely held in his hands alone. She imagined it must’ve been close to what a grizzlys massive paw felt like; heavy and lethal. Even if he was technically outnumbered, there was no doubt in her mind that these hands were the only weapons he’d need.

 “I’m going to move now,” he warned, feeling her shift beneath his hand.

 Calista whimpered when his rough fingertips scraped the bare skin at the crease of her thigh and hip, pushing under the high cut of her dress. The intensifying tingling between her thighs provoked small whines to come forth, but she choked them down, her hand reaching to lean against the tree.

 “Are you alright?” Nik asked, his voice breaking. Fuck- get yourself together!

 The soft bumps she made against his chest made his heart skip every time it happened, beating loudly in his pointed ears. Her skin was a softness he’d never touched on another before, wicked curiosity urging him to press his fingertips into the flesh.

 He cleared his throat, shaking his head clear- what the fuck are you thinking!?

 “I am fine,” Calista wavered, glad she had chosen to face the tree. Her cheeks were so warm she could barely keep her eyes from fluttering. “You may continue,”

 She looked down to watch his hand beneath her dress the moment a wide finger tip brushed the crease of her lips, a loud pant blasting past her lips.

 Nik’s ears twitched, his brows rising high.

 There’s hair down here!? He couldn’t believe he was touching curls- was this normal? Were humans this fuzzy?

 She was silent until he pushed between her lips, his touch faltering upon encountering the bundle of soft, slick flesh sitting towards the top that made her jerk and gasp.

 What is this? He was stumped- he couldn’t recall ever encountering something like this. Is this another human thing?

 Calista withheld a soft moan when he rubbed past her clit, her toes curling in the grass. She fought not to clamp her thighs around his hand, for she so enjoyed the sensation of his finger running between her slick sex that it made her instantaneously shameful.

 He ventured on, hopeful to find what he had foolishly assumed up to the point would be the same place dicks went as it was on Orc woman, but who knew at this point. He prayed he didn’t venture into a cavern full of teeth or something else horrific. Nik too fought to keep quiet his labored breathing, his middle finger sliding until he could feel a tight entrance.

 “I’m going to put my finger in, Princess,” he warned softly beside her ear, looking at her nodding head.

 Her eyes were shut, lips parted in low breaths and tender from being bitten into by her own blunt teeth.

 Nik rotated his arm, his hand sliding farther under her warm cunt while his middle finger pushed into the satiny pocket. Her head bumped his chest as she whimpered out loud against him, feeling him sink into his knuckle, the snug walls of her sex making it tricky to push in.

 It made his ears ring- She's so fucking tight.

 Calista’s thighs twitched, looking down at his hand and gripping his wrist in a flushed haze.

 His exit was abrupt, but when she felt the tips of two fingers prodding her entrance, testing her capability, she leaned back into his chest, her loud moan cut off by her free hand slapping over her mouth. She braced, ready for it to happen-

 “I can only fit one,” he mumbled, withdrawing his hand from under her dress.

 She barely caught herself when his presence had left from behind her, additionally leaving behind an intense sensation of wanting that void to be filled again.

 So that’s what it’s like? She turned to him with red cheeks and blinking eyes, watching as he wiped his fingers across the grass at his feet.

 “What?” She asked, clearing her throat when her voice cracked. She could hear a deep sigh come from him before he turned to her.

 “It won’t work,”

 Her expressive brows furrowed. “Why not?”

 “Our sizes,” he said outright. “I couldn’t fit,”

 That startled her some; what kind of size was he keeping hidden?

 “Could we practice?” She asked, trying not to take offense to his immediate recoil.

 “This was supposed to be a one time thing,” he barked.

 “How were we to guarantee I’d fall pregnant the first time?” She asked, giving him a look.

 He didn’t have an answer for that. Even he knew it didn’t just work out like that.

 “We cannot practice if I can not even fit,” he explained, but she stepped to him. He could still smell the arousal that had allowed such easy passage into her cave.

 “We will work up to it. Please, we can still do this,” she begged.

 Nik observed her, how she was here before him yet again blocking his path, and he felt she’d likely block it again until he gave in. But what hung heavier on his considerations was that while she was new and reactive to his foreign touch, she did not flinch away from him or scream. In fact, if he’d really seen what he thought he did, she had actually enjoyed having his finger shoved knuckle deep into her untouched center.

 Nik looked out over the meadow again- could he afford to keep meeting up like this?

 “Please,” she asked again, grabbing his attention.

 Her persistence is annoying- if I said no would she come to my home and raise hell? Nik exhaled. “We will try again tomorrow,”

 “Tomorrow!?” She bellowed.

 “Do you want to tear, dumb girl? Today would not grant us the time to even get half of myself inside of you unless you want to bleed,” he snapped, glaring down at her when she looked up in embarrassment. He was right, even if she didn’t want to admit it. “Don’t be stupid,”

 “I am not stupid!” She smacked his arm. “I am short on time!”

 “Then make time for this!”

 “Our time is now!” She hollered.

 “Fine!” Nik snarled, reaching for her. Calista immediately fumbled back, her heels catching earth beneath her.

 A sinewy arm slipped around her back and pulled her flush against him, his dick cradled and covered in his cloth pushing against her stomach when she looked down. Everything across her body lit up, gawking down at the heavy load.

 “See? Could you take it, Princess?” He snarled down at her, praying she didn’t hear his hammering heart this close. Without any further observation needed on her part, she could tell the length still hidden was indeed tremendous, just as Morn had warned. 

 It took only a blink for her to shake her head, her cheeks flushing crimson.

 Nik released her and grabbed her wrist. “If you want me to be your partner in this, that means listening to what I have to say, too,” he snarled, dropping her arm.

 She smoothed herself down, a sour purse painted across her full lips. She sucked her teeth at him, shoving past his thick arm. “Tomorrow you will come to the castle then,”  she called back.

 “You’re mad!” he declared, spinning to face her.

 “My parents and sister are expected at a neighboring kingdom, and they’re leaving tonight. They won’t be back for at least three days,” she looked at him, her fringe shadowing those big eyes he kept finding himself locked onto. “If tomorrow is the day I become a woman, I don’t want it to be in the weeds,”

 “How do you know we won’t be disturbed?” He pressed, following her.

 “I’ll make sure of it,” she told him, looking up at what she could assume must’ve been fear. She too would be reluctant to sneak into a kingdom she’d never stepped foot in before. “My castle is far from the villages, and we have no guards surrounding the walls except at the entrance. Come through the back where the willows are and I can get you inside,”

 “Princess, if we are caught, it’s the end for both of us,” he reminded, but she nodded.

 “I know, I still believe this to be worth it,”

 He almost laughed. Even after all of that!?

 “I’ve never met a Princess like you,” he shook his head, in disbelief that he was buckling again. “Fine,”

 She visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping. “Thank you, very much,” she expressed, meeting his mismatched eyes.

 He only nodded, the same silent qualms that haunted him the day before returning. He realized he had come this day assuming he would have one thing to carry out and be done with it all… why did he think that?

 “Princess,” he mumbled.

 “Please, you can call me Callie,” she interrupted. His ears twitched. “We’re going to be getting to know one another very intimately these coming days, I suppose we should get on a first name basis,” she explained.

 “Callie,” he repeated. Callie.

 “I only allow Morn and Rose to call-“ she paused. “Rose used to call me Callie,” she corrected, her mood plummeting.

 Nik saw the misery cloud those pretty eyes; he felt for her. He would surely be lost in his parents' madness had it not been for his brother at his side.

 “What were you going to say?” She asked, breaking through his thoughts.

 He couldn’t muster to tell her he thought them foolish to be doing this- that it was an utter mistake. They had no capabilities to bear a child or run a fucking kingdom!

 “I will see you at your castle tomorrow morning,” he instead told her.

 She grinned, a small, shy one before nodding her head in thanks. Those rich brown waves moved around her cheeks, framing that cute blush-

 Nik blinked back into reality. Enough of that- she’s human.

 She told him the lay of her land and how to navigate back to the castle from the very spot they were at, all the while oblivious to the way he was looking down at her mouth as she spoke.

 “Does that make sense?” She asked, glancing up at him.

 He nodded loosely, clearing his throat. “Morning, then,”

 “I will see you then, Prince,”

 “You may call me just Nik,” he told her nervously, worried she would call him out on copying her.

 “Nik.” She repeated, another small grin to follow.

 Before he could become lost in those eyes again, he turned heel and wide stepped toward Lyuda after calling her back, easily hoisting himself up. With a final look, he was off, thundering down through the trees and riding smoother across the rolling meadow than he did the day before.

 Callie finally let her hands land against her knees, blowing air out in a loud sigh.

 Since he’d first brushed her cunt, she’d been riding a high that left her thoughts in pieces. She knew she was wet from the experimental swirls he left inside her, immediately aching for more as soon as he’d stepped away. Had she not had a duty to fulfill while he had her pinned against his chiseled body, she would’ve asked him to throw her across the ground and give to her what she’d daydreamed for the years she’d spent walking the halls of her castle in solitude.

 Butterflies were still fluttering madly in her belly, her pulse quaking to the apex of her thighs.

 “Good heavens,” she exhaled, taking the moment to calm her rampant reaction. “Calm down, Callie.”

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Cathedra - Prologue: The Prince

  Authors Note: Hello! The day has arrived! Okay, a few things to go over before you read! 🥰

• Cathedra is purely self-indulgent smut, which means things are hardly factual, so don't get too bent out of shape if something is askew, so go with the flow! 
• This is a medieval setting, but the landscapes, cultures, languages- they're all different because I had to make them fit in the Bright universe! 
• I'm going to conservatively label this as a slow burn, but please also be aware that there are TW's for this: violence, murder, gore, sex, pregnancy, grief/mourning, even dub-con. if any of those are triggering to you, please think about progressing with this story!
• Everyone (unless obviously stated otherwise) is in their mid to late 20's in this story! Nik and Calista are the same age- I'd clock them in at about 25, 26   

I hope you all enjoy!  💛💛

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“Can… can you just repeat it one more time,” the Orc blinked through her confusion when turning to stare in disbelief at the woman riding horseback opposite to her.

 The shade from the leaves overhead dulled those brilliant rolling eyes of hers, a short scoff following. “Morn, I know you heard me,”

 “Yes your highness but I need to hear it again for I fear you’ve gone mad,” Morn implored, startling the chestnut mare she was ready to jump off of. “Calista, please,”

 Calista, whose rising humiliation she just kept concealed, understood the bewildered response from her closest friend, and couldn’t deny that she’d likely react the same way if given the same barbaric news. She was surprised her Orcish ally hadn’t launched herself from her saddle to strangle some sense into her, it had definitely happened before during their years growing up together.

 “I’m going to ask him to… m- breed me,” she whispered, unable to meet her companion's shocked yellow eyes. “And in doing so we will marry and overthrow our parents and claim the thrones,” she spat out, forgoing the same measure of details as the first time.

 “My lady- are you not a virgin?” Morn asked lowly, concern coloring her expressions.

 “And if I am?” Calista asked defensively.

 “Your highness- Orcs are- are…” she fought for her words, her hands conveying the search. “Tremendous!”

 Calista was silent, her thighs tightening at her horses sides. “How so?”

 Morn snorted derisively, throwing her hands up. “Jethro’s was nearly the size of my forearm,” she compared, watching Calista’s jaw drop.

 “Your thin, quiet Jethro?” She asked, never thinking an Orc as meek as he once was could’ve been carrying such a surprise.

 “A hidden treasure my husband was,” Morn smiled, her golden engraved tusks sparkling in the sun peaking through the canopy as she recalled the fond memories of her late husband.

 “Are all Orcs well endowed?” Calista asked.

 “That’s just normal Orc anatomy,” Morn explained. “Which again begs to be asked, your highness- Why?” she implored; she didn’t know if she could handle the motive, was it safe to ask?

 “Is that not obvious?” Calista questioned, but after a moment's search left her empty handed, Morn shook her head.

 “Did we not just ride through the countless families and people starving to death? And the sick? We all know what my mother does with the ones that pile up at the castle doors,” Calista recalled bitterly, her skin heating at just the thought of her vile parents and their monstrous remarks towards the population who looked to them for guidance. “I cannot take it anymore,”

 “Patricia will be throned soon if we wait,”

 Calista’s head snapped in her direction. “She’s as bad as my mother! She ripped out Fila’s tongue for dropping her clean fabrics across a scrubbed floor! The lands would turn inside-out under her rule, we cannot wait for an apocalyptic event such as that,”

 “How will this solve anything!? What law-”

 “It’s not… law,” Calista corrected. “If this is carried out accordingly, they would have no choice but to hand over their thrones,”

 The silence in place of a remark was her first clue that Morn was puzzled, then there was the vacant expression of her eyes as she waited for anything to help make sense of this madness.

 My nerves are shot to hell solely from you, Princess… she thought inwardly, waiting.

 “There is a code that all must abide by when stepping up to be King or Queen. We’re taught that all races once came together in a great war, yes? Against the Elvens?” Calista recounted, waiting for Morn to nod.

 “After that great battle, it was made absolute that any two joining nations, whether human or beast, can denounce the current nation’s rulers and declare leadership over all of Cathedra,” she explained, watching the realization come to Morn’s wide eyes.

 “Where did you learn this?”

 “My tutors! It’s mandatory we learn before we take the throne,” Calista giggled.

 “If you two can just declare your jointship then why do you have to fuck him?” she questioned heatedly, leaning towards her as if someone would hear them in the lush forest they rode peacefully through.

 “The only stipulation is that an heir of the joining leaders must be born to carry on the Code of Cathedra after we’ve passed,” she made clear. It had taken some time for her to accept this herself; to come to terms with giving her body over to someone else, and in turn carrying their child.

 Morn was silent, understanding the depth of this particular proposal with this particular Prince. “A halfling heir?” She asked.

 The Princess nodded. “Which we both know isn’t uncommon in our walls,”

 Morn pondered, picturing the small faces of the hidden halflings they’d visited in secret on numerous occasions, looking up at the women with golden eyes and dappled skin. To think her dear friend could soon one day have one following at her heels was something she’d never considered before, and she found it difficult to comprehend.

 “Have you met him yet?”

 “No, it’s only been a few letters back and forth so far,” Calista shook her head, blushing. She’d heard little to nothing about the Prince she was to meet, but Calista knew of a male Orcs reputation; it was why some brothels only served Orcs. “I fear he’d expect great things from me,”

 “Riding a cock isn’t hard, getting them to do what you like is what’s impossible,” Morn played, coaxing a dazzling smile from her majesty.

 “I don’t even know what I like,”

 “You’ll learn, better sooner than later now, I suppose,” she advised. Morn nodded to herself, smoothing down the embroidered head wrap that rested over her slim shoulder. “But why him?”

“I wasn't too fond of sitting on the cock of the Centaur Prince’s,”

 The women looked at one another goofily, cracking when they both snickered. Calista straightened above her white stallion, her feet dangling free of any stirrups at his sides as he stepped expertly over the openings and upturned roots of the lush forest floor.

 “Are you scared?” Morn asked softly.

 Calista nodded, grateful for the soft breeze relieving the anxious heat that had clung to her skin like a fever since morning.

 “What if it doesn’t work?”

 “Then it would only be a matter of time before Patricia takes care of me next. She did so with ease with Rose,”

 “Rose ran away, your highness,”

 Calista gave her a look. “She’s dead, Morn. She would have let me know if she’d truly desired to run away,”

 “She left a note-”

 “She would have let me know,” Calista’s cutting glare ended that dispute.

 Morn nodded, silencing herself. There was only the soft, rhythmic beating of their horses' hooves crunching across fallen foliage, and the rustling of leaves giving sound to the breeze washing through the trees.

 “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so harsh, I’m just… worried sick. So much that it twists my stomach into knots, sometimes it’s unbearable and I feel like I could scream and cry,” Calista exhaled, rubbing her tired eyes that had been kept peeled open at night, always listening for her sister's approach. “I thought we had a chance with Rose but since her disappearance, nothing has felt right. I needed to do something,”

 Morn listened, knowing her friend spoke with sincerity and at great loss. To mourn the questionable disappearance of her sister but also remain hypervigilant to avoid meeting the same fate, all while navigating this potentially devastating affair- it brought clarity to a lot of things that had been confusing Morn the past weeks, mainly her majesty’s strange behavior as of late.

 “It’s foolish, isn’t it?” Calista asked in uncertainty.

 Morn shrugged. “It’s dangerous, but selfless,”

 Selfless. This whole scheme had been an act of selfishness, she felt. The prospect of ruling a nation and carrying a child didn’t seem to bear the same crippling damage her parents and sister inflicted daily, and for this reason, advancing in her plan and contacting a Prince had been easy. Her parents tossed aside their responsibilities like used napkins and the kingdom still stumbled along.

 So why couldn’t she do it?

 “He’s agreed to your plan?” Morn interrupted her thoughts.

 “He’s agreed to meet,” Calista clarified, gently nudging her stallion with her heels up the small incline and effectively avoiding meeting Morn’s eyes.

 Morn watched her. “Excuse me?”

 Callie patted her stallion on its crest when he took the small incline with ease, bringing them to the small break in the trees where they could look out over the fields below the face of the mountain her castle rested upon.

 Harshly she yanked back on the braided reins, the sight of a colossal, strawberry roan draft tied to a tree and bobbing its head catching her off guard. Had it not been for the braids and bone beads decorating the mare's creamy mane and crafted bridle, she’d think it to be anyone else's.

 That’s when it hit her. The Prince was already here.

 “That’s an Orc’s horse!” Morn whispered, gazing at the massive beast that snorted like a dragon at the pair. Calista urged her back with her horse a little ways down the path, the two slipping off the sides of their transportation and tying them to a tree.

 She made quick work of smoothing down her baby blue gown, fixing the sheer shawl that cascaded around her figure elegantly. The tassels and ties were still secure, her golden jewelry ready to be yanked off her wrists at a moment's notice. If need be, she came ready to bribe and beg.

 “Am I presentable?” She asked, fixing her hair that was loosely braided and left unfastened around her shoulder.

 Morn gaped at her. “That’s what you're concerned about?”

 Calista faltered. “Bitch,” she spat, ignoring when Morn rolled her eyes. She still grabbed her arm with great power, the two joined at the hip as they cautiously approached the opening of the trees the Orc’s horse was beside.

 It leaned it’s great head down to sniff them, nuzzling Calista’s palm when she turned it up to her. “It’s nice,” she whispered, better observing the charming, beaded work decorating the mare's bridle. Her forelock had smaller locks of red dyed into the mix, as did her groomed mane and tail now that they had a better look at the massive animal.

 The deep clearing of a throat snapped her arms back to her sides, both spinning to face the noise.

 He towered over them, this much she knew at first glance, even with the substantial distance left between them he was closing. Had it not been for the silver medallions hanging on his chest, he would’ve looked like any other Orc. Massive, built like a titan and the dark blue-ish shade of the Eastern tribes stretched across the sinewy muscles bulging from shoulder to ankle. She’d once been told their markings resembled the stars that sat overhead when night befell her kingdom, and by god, she had not been lied to- he was his own personal constellation.

 “Princess?” he called, his accent mild. The goosebumps sparkling across her skin were involuntary. The gravely, deep timbre of his voice was heady, but what else had she expected from an Orc?

 “Prince Nik?” Calista cracked, clearing her throat. Morn’s hands tightened around her arm.

 He stopped a few feet from them. Their eyes worked quickly, taking in the scars, the dagger across his scarcely concealed, broad chest, the impressive cloak made from the hide of the monstrous red wolves that roamed this very forest dragging at his heels. With one look she understood the contrasts of their lives, and the unlike hardships she’d never faced. His blind eye carved by four deep gashes stretching from his forehead to jaw was testament to that alone. No blade or claw had ever flawed her honey skin, yet here he was, the same age, already worn and torn.

 His sight shifted to Morn, and his round nose scrunched. “You brought a slave?”

 Both of the women withdrew, looking at one another. “She can come and go as she pleases, I asked her to come,” Calista snapped, ire rising in her tone.

 He snorted, his massive arms crossing. “So why are we here, Princess?” he asked, his head cocking in boredom.

 She straightened her back, smoothing down the dress at her front. Now, in this moment, she was realizing accepting the rejection via letter would’ve been far better than facing the disgust he was surely to cast upon her once she opened her mouth and revealed the horrific news. They’d only exchanged a handful of words but already he seemed sour.

 What a choice I made...

 “I come pleading you hear and accept the proposal of a truce,” she spoke, her nails digging into her palms.

 One hairless brow above his blind eye kicked up. “This is our first time meeting, Princess,”

 “Between our parents,” she clarified impatiently. “Between our kingdoms,”

 He stared in silence, digesting her words before he finally took a few steps forward. “The Code of Cathedra?” he asked, and she nodded stiffly. “Are you fucking mad?” he barked, startling her.

 “Keep your voice down!” she hissed, but he only laughed.

 “No one can hear us out here, we’re far from your walls,” he reminded, brushing past her towards his horse. The bicep that at the very least was the width of her thigh bumped her, nearly shoving her to the ground, but she spun on her heel to face him.

 “What are you doing?”

 “Leaving, this was a waste of time,” he answered, grabbing the reins of the draft and walking back towards where he had first emerged from.

 “No!” she yelled, rushing before him to push him back, but his massive hand swiped her away and left her wrists sore.

 “You told me it was of great importance that we meet here today but I’ve come to only find you shouting ignorance!” he boomed, his voice carrying through the trees. She spied those sharp teeth lining each row, more notably the tusks she knew were so sharp and durable that other races desired them illegally and immorally as trophies or weapons.

 “You have not even allowed me to explain!” she yelled back, her eyes as furious as his.

 “There is nothing to explain!” He shouted, the girls flinching and his horse throwing her head. “You’re a fool for even suggesting it!”

 “A man who runs from the benefit of change is a coward,” she spat, pushing against his chest. Jesus- it was like pushing against a fucking wall.

 He continued to glare, but she glared right back. “Move,”

 “Not until you hear me,” she said between tight teeth.

 “This is a waste of time,”

 “You have not heard me, yet,”

 “I know what the code is, and I know this cannot work, Princess,” he leaned down to get in her face, his already rough voice rumbling with a deep growl in his chest.

 “It could-”

 “NO,” he thundered, pushing her aside like she was a dandelion- if she even thought of trying to grab him, he could snap her arm in half with ease.

 “Your highness!” Morn rushed, steadying her, but Calista spun angrily, her long hair falling around her shoulders.

 “Your people will continue to die for your cowardice!” she called out.

 The Orc Prince halted, looking over his shoulder. His patience which was already worn thin upon arriving was near breaking point. This bitch knows not what she speaks of, he hissed inwardly, his nose scrunching in a repressed snarl. “Do not blame my parents faults on me,”

 “Our people's deaths will be on your hands, and mine,” she answered, the slightest of relief relaxing her shoulders when he turned to face her, ignoring the nudge from his horse. “We can benefit from a truce,”

 “A truce that calls for our marriage, need I remind you,” he recalled bitterly. Just the thought of touching human skin gave him the most unpleasant of sensations; they’re so fuzzy.

 If she had a rock she’d have thrown it at his bald head- what a man.

 “Our parents are leaving the lands we are to inherit in ruin. Our people are sick and starving. I can guarantee that your King and Queen laugh and dance the same as mine while the bodies pile,” she caked on, watching him inch closer to letting a rippling snarl out.

 “You can’t swear to that,” he snapped, stomping over to her.

 “I’ve seen them at my castle, drinking and partying,” she revealed, stepping towards him and away from Morn’s grasp.

 Her heart raced under his hateful glare when he stopped before her, but she stood tall and proud just as he, her chin lifted. “Queen Dinara and King Oleg of the Eastern Redclaw clan? Your father has an eye just like you, does he not?”

 She’d knocked him down from the high branch he first stalked her from. He was concealing his shame well, but the secret was out now and he was feeling the full force of such deceit, once proudly with his chest puffed out now to only look down at her in humiliation. He’d known all along of the secret meetings- his father had been the one to always tell him that their people wouldn’t understand the choices they made to keep the peace, but that? Partying with fellow rulers instead of discussing how to lift one another out of the darkness that had been plaguing all the kingdoms of Cathedra?

 “This could save our people,” she implored, interrupting his tumultuous thoughts.

 He sucked his teeth, his head lifting to glare at her once again before walking back to his draft whose ears were perked forward curiously. “I could do so by marrying one of the women from my clan,” he called back. Whether his fate upon the throne was in ruin by the time it was his- so be it. He wouldn’t marry a human.

 “And do they boast royal blood? Power? What good comes from marrying a flower picker?” Calista asked, further aggravating the Orc whom she could see expanding with heavy breaths. “You may hate me and this proposed marriage all you want but this plan is the only thing we have to save what’s left of our homes,”

 “The kingdoms aren’t worth a life lived with someone I don’t even care to speak to,” he remarked, but she only stared flatly at him.

 “That is awfully dramatic,”

 His face tensed in annoyance. “You're quite unpleasant for a Princess,” he mumbled, but she scoffed.

 “As are you, Prince,” she spat, her glare as cold as his. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

 “You act as if our days are numbered,” he barked.

 “Mine are,” she stated, the two making eye contact.

 Slyly, he lifted his chin so his nose could take in the painted air around them, more importantly observing the Princess before him in a way his eyes could not. She was a tight bundle of rattling nerves no doubt; her shaking hands had made that evident since he’d first seen her step cautiously out of the trees, her big, brown eyes gazing all around them. The sickly stench of hatred most humans reeked of did not emit from her like any other he’d come to draw with, nor did she bare any visible weapons. Could she have been that naïve to come here without any decent protection?

 Stupid girl.

 Nik looked her up and down- was she serious about this?

 “We know nothing of running a kingdom. What guarantee is there that the lands would not collapse under our rule?” He fought, but she shook her head.

 “We’ve had the same archaic teachings and grooming that our parents themselves endured and then pushed on us. If they could drag their lands and people along with their closed minds and ignorance, can’t we? Are we not eventually to be forced into a marriage under their terms and their supervision anyways? So why not take matters into our own hands?” She asked, waiting even when he opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t. “They’ve had the chance to learn from their own parents' mistakes yet they let greed and power consume their ways. I am not my mother, just as I can tell you are not the father I heard referring to his sickly as “fish bait” while he indulged in the castles roast,” she recounted, her voice soft when revealing the depravity of his father.

 Nick shook his head after some thought. “I am not my father,” he agreed, taking a steadying breath. “But you do see the flaw in this, don’t you?” he asked softer, but she didn’t answer. “This marriage- this joining, even if false, would have to result in a pregnancy,”

 His brows furrowed when she urged Morn to give them privacy, exchanging a threatening glare with her before she walked back to where their horses were.

 “That’s the plan,” she told him.

 He stared at her with wide eyes, swallowing, his hand tightening around the reins he still grasped. He didn’t retract when she approached, steadily, her bare feet moving softly over the exposed earth. Some loose fringe that had escaped the silver, sparkling head dress covered some of the sparkle in her eyes when she gazed up at him pleadingly.

 “Put your baby in me so we may claim the thrones and rule as King and Queen over Cathedra.” She declared, the back of her eyes starting to burn from unshed tears

 He shook his head, the prospect daunting. “You’re mad, Princess,”

 “Fine. If desiring peace and to end the bloody feuds makes me mad then so be it- I’ll be your mad Queen,” she promised, her patience thinning.

 This was also starting to exhaust him- everything he came back with she slapped aside like a defenseless fly.

 “How do we even know we’re-” he motioned between them, more to the obvious differences in their sizes. “Compatible?”

 It was dangerous to try imagining it; breeding a human this small could lead to injury, but a darker side of Nik wasn’t completely dismissive of an attempt. He’d never fucked a human before, and by the smell of it, she’d never fucked anyone.

 Heat collected in her cheeks. He was massive, absolutely rippling with muscles she knew were hard as stone, but she still thought he would fit pleasantly between her thighs.

 Isn’t that compatible enough?

 “We have halflings in our walls- they exist,” she revealed, taking his perplexed expression as this being something he’d not known before.

 He took a half-step back. “Lies, halflings can't survive life outside the womb,” he argued, but she laughed.

 “Tell that to the tusked human children and albino Orcs I have under safe watch. They're already attacked by humans despite sharing half their blood, I did not think an Orc would do the same,” she commented in disappointment.

 That visibly riled him a little more. “And how are these children kept safe?”

 “They’re under my watch, I don’t let anyone lay a finger on them,” she explained, the sincerity of her tone steadfast.

 In confusion he looked down at her, his once clear image he’d formed of this girl shifting before him. “Why would you do that?” he asked, the vivid images of countless Orc’s he’d seen brutalized by her own people reminding him to stay vigilant.

 “I care. I want all of my people to be safe, and fed, without illness. I don’t care what blood they carry because it’s precious blood nonetheless. This great favor I ask of you is nothing to be taken lightly- I’m asking you to spend your life with me in exchange for our lands and peoples prosperity, but quite honestly I’m desperate, Prince. I cannot bear to keep watching my people starve while our parents laugh and dance,”

 “But what makes you think I’d want to bear a halfling with you?” he asked, noting the moment her emotions hung in suspension before she composed herself.

 “I do not need your presence to raise my child, halfling or human,” she spoke only sincerely of what she knew in her heart to be true, but in all honesty, could care less to spend time being concerned over motherhood. She understood this was asking for more than just an arranged marriage- she asked for his hand in making decisions that could affect the lives of thousands. With one wrong move, they could destroy the mountains and plains, destroy the already fragile, mock peace they all survived under.

 But why couldn't he just say no?

 Was it the desperation in her tone, maybe the guilt of going to sleep at night across his bearskins while others clawed at leaves for warmth? Or was it that he’d taken note of how parents gathered for dinner sipped the broth of watery soups while giving their little ones the sparse veggies and herbs at the bottom of the pot?

 Would he meet the same fate if he chose to marry a flower picker? Great King Nik, scraping his nails across an elk's ribs all in hopes to find the last morsel of meat for his eventual children.

 Unless, he put those babies in the belly of someone who held wealth, power, a castle- food.

 He looked down at the Princess, trying to comprehend the great decision his heart was already leaning towards. Her jaw was trembling; the apprehension was coming off of her in waves.

 “Why do you hate your parents so?” he asked softer, and the light of her eyes dimmed.

 “They don’t care that there are children starving to death. We have so much food in our castle that my parents have halted trading because it’s started to spoil,”

 Nik’s shock was almost saddening- he looked like he’d been slapped across the face. “You speak the truth?”

 She nodded, glancing down at their feet in shame. At this point, Nik almost felt like he was obligated to do something. Even if he thought the years it would take for him or his brother to claim their own parents' thrones, who knew if they all could even last that long? He’d been inane for assuming the hardship was only with his clan- he knew nothing about the people around him. What kind of King could he be with such limited compassion?

 She looked up when he moved to tie his horse to another low hanging branch, rustling her thick mane when she swung her head towards him.

 “Her name is Lyuda,” he told her, pushing the horse's head away playfully. “What would we risk?” he asked, walking towards the edge of the trees where they could look out into the rolling meadow below them.

 She swallowed her hopeful smile, following after him until she was at his side.

 “The same we already risk just meeting like this,” she spoke, and he scoffed.

 “Our lives?” he asked, and she nodded. He looked back out.

 “How much time would we have?” he asked, giving her an up and down with those mismatched jewels for eyes.

 She locked up a little bit- was he going to ask to try now? I mean… She glanced around, her heart thundering in her ears. Do people really do it against trees? “As soon as possible,” she mumbled, meeting his gaze again.

 “Is there urgency?” he questioned, and when she nodded, he asked, “Why?”

 “My sister. Her desires to rule are obvious but... I fear she’d take matters into her own hands if she grew impatient enough,”

 “Would she harm you?”

 “I believe her to have already killed our older sister,” Calista told him, the longing for better news evident in her low tone.

 Nick sighed, the two staring at one another.

 He wanted to run, far away from her and this crippling obligation that would sooner or later be his, but like her, they couldn’t turn their backs on the life they’d both been groomed for. Not when so many people looked up to them for help, including the Princess, who still gazed up at him with glossy eyes, wondering herself which direction his next step would be.

 But his mind was made up.

 He overlooked her, wondering how she’d look in the traditional garments the women in his clan wore on their wedding days, but more of how quiet that day would be.

 The heavy fallings of hooves startled Morn, and when they thundered away with the loud call from the Orc Prince, she scrambled to stand from her spot under the tree their horses had been grazing beside.

 “Your highness!?” she yelled, slipping this way and that up the incline until she was through the break in the trees again. She stopped when she found Calista with her back to her, staring out at where the Orc Prince had just rode away, now galloping across the meadow they once gazed over. It was amazing how he made that horse look normal sized once sat on it.

 “Did he-” she asked, but the fresh pungence of blood assaulted her senses. “You're bleeding!” she startled, lifting Calista’s hand where the blood dripped from her palm.

 “He bit me,” she said softly, and Morn looked at her in silent shock.

 Beneath the blood she could see the crescent shape of the bite in her palm, but also saw
the same dagger that had been worn across his chest in her other hand, the blade coated in blood she didn’t recognize. “We made a blood pact,”

 Morn stared at her, words unable to form and holding her bloody hand.

 “He said he would do it.” Calista added, still staring vacantly out at his form racing across the meadow.

                                                                                      ⦽

bright eyes line-art

this one almost gave me a stroke but the rendering is what's really gonna put me under 😩

also, this friday will be Cathedra's debute here on Patreon first, then on Ao3 the following saturday 🥰🥰  

also also, what other monsters do you guys like? i'm really wanting to draw Jaal and Garrus from Mass Effect, but if y'all have suggestions please never hesitate to send me a message or comment 🥰✨

bright eyes cont.

damn two uploads in one night 

double homicide ⚡️ 

i think i'm gonna mix up his palate a little; he's a pastel olive green with dark blotches rn but i wanna add some oranges and whites to him too 👀 he's such a handsome boy, i wanna shower him with luvvvv 

also she calls him Bee cuz his name abbreviated is B.E. so BEE 🐝😭

bright eyes wip

i had an itch only my bright eyed boy could scratch ✨🥵

bright eyes and fleur; i'm hoping to start their story near the end of this year ♥️ these two can barely communicate cuz she's mostly deaf but knows sign language, but he doesn't even speak english cuz they're on the game planet, but ANYWAYS- he's gotta figure out them little noises she makes 😌

i have this WHOLE new vegetation pack tho that i'm excited to use for this cuz glowing leaves and flowers in an alien night forest are 🎇🎇🎇 so stay tuned 

artblock wip completed

let me tell you how long it took me to highlight her ass cheek- 

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for reasons unknown and speech bubble placement, the mambo has flipped and they are now facing northward. also laid down how i wanna do the lighting 😌⚡️ 

it reads right to left ⬅️

ARTBLOCK WHO???

j/k i don't wanna jinx myself but this was a spur of the moment sketch so 👁👁 i think i'm out of the woods? 

what are they saying? idk, i'll figure that out 😌

im deciding whether or not to make this a proper illustration or just one of my fuck around sketches with the rim lighting. bah 

cathedra's release is approaching!!! july 9th!! 🥰🥰

WIP!!!!!

no plot fucking!!!!! all over the castle!!!!!! 

the story has a plot BUT NOT THIS DRAWING!!!!!! 🦋👑 it's full of errors and the lengths of her legs are different and he looks like a bobble head but o h well here we go 😎

royal clapping

cathedra's release is approaching 👁👁

sneaky fucks. that's all i have to say 😌✨🦋 also i'm gonna try to upload the time lapse of this drawing. idk if anyone is interested but it'll be there 👀⚡️

edit: i can't upload videos to patreon??? i'm going to figure this out 

chapter (?)

i forgot to draw in her nipples

fuck me in the ass IM SO ANGRY

ch (?) wip

i didn't wanna give away the chapter number cuz this is technically a spoiler sjsudjwiwjfjjff

imagine it's a stone paved hallway beside an overgrown garden thats full of flowers and sparkling spider webs cuz it's early spring when everything is still cold and raining all the time. i'm gonna turn it into that. i also realize i forgot to color in his thighs so he looks like a floating phantom performing oral sex. kill me rn 

ive been writing like mad- it was time to pick up a "pencil" again 😤😤 

Cathedra Snippet

I haven’t uploaded any art in like a week but it’s cuz I’m balls deep in writing right now 😭💕 so here is a very brief, very intimate peak into chapter 2, “Quietly”, and yes there will still be an actual sneak peak, much longer than this hehe 

enjoy! 💥💕

Callie only slid back until she was rested up on her elbows, her knee bumping his arm as he shifted between them. The spots his rough fingertips touched tickled, his wide palm smoothing down the silky flesh of her inner thigh. The sheer material was pulled away from between her thighs, and when he took a look down at the first human cunt he’d ever seen, he blushed, the cloth cradling his dick growing tighter.

His mouth was watering, he had to swallow before he spoke. “I’m going to touch you,” he said softly, their excited eyes locking.

Her knee rotated out when he gently touched her lips, her thighs tensing.

The pad of his middle finger smoothed between to find her clit, her stomach clenching and a soft gasp blowing past her lips. He watched her entire body react when he swiped her juices over it, following the slick flesh down to her hole. Callie watched in awe as he rotated his wrist and carefully tested her work, his entrance snug, but accepting of his two thick fingers.

“Ahh-” Callie moaned, her thighs closing around his hand when he pushed in till his knuckles pressed to her cheeks.

He felt lightheaded, moving his fingers experimentally as his eyes darted up when she grabbed his arm and gasped.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, blinking away some of the clouds he’d been floating in.

“It didn’t hurt,” she shyly admitted, her voice uneven, looking up at him.

Now they were both breathing heavily with his digits shoved knuckle deep in her hot passage, fighting the urge to thrum his fingers so he could see her eyes roll into the back of her skull.

Cathedra's Ao3 Page

although you all will have exclusive dibs on reading the chapters first, i still wanted to tell y'all that Cathedra has an Ao3 page now! ive been asked a lot if there was one available to bookmark yet, so i figured i'd make one 🥰 

love y'all 💛✨

doodle

in between writing chapters 🤭 i could not for the life of me figure out how to position his bald ass head on his shoulders and the ref i used was so no use, so we have this 😭😭

Cathedra Preview

Okay, do y’all want something spicy (like straight up passion fucking) or a normal preview (it would be more of a dialogue based preview, a quick insight to one of the main conflicts in Cathedra) 

🖤👑

Cathedra Update

Hello loves!!
I know, same drawing- but I come with an update!
Cathedra will officially start “publishing” July 9th, here on Patreon a day ahead of public posts on Ao3 🥰 

I’ll also be posting a preview 2 weeks before it’s published (like I normally do with my stories) but Patreon gets an extended version, and you all get to decide if you want a spicy preview or a normal one 👁👁👑  (poll following this post) 

thank you all so much for sticking around and to those who are joining, I’m having so much fun working on this story!!! I cant wait for you all to read it 😭😭

Cathedra Cover

okay NOW begins the writing 😎 will have an official release date soon 

sidlink

it's posted publicly, but again, here's full res and the process 😎 i said i'd show sidon's face in the next one, so i deed 💛 

AU update

i have been enjoying working on this at way too much, this is how it ended up being 18 chapters when i originally told myself "no more than 10" 🥲 so here's some details!

the official title is Cathedra, which is also the name of the kingdom they both reside in!

most art for Cathedra will remain Patreon exclusive

the cover (this one) is actually a scene from later in the story, which has been one of my favorite scenes to outline 😭🤌🏼

it will be 18 chapters including a prologue, and will be posted to Archive of Our Own publicly, but since Cathedra started on Patreon, the chapters will be posted here as "early access" a day ahead of the posts on Ao3  

it is definitely rated E for explicit, including lots of, at one point, graphic sexual content amongst the already billowing amounts of smut, cursing, blood n gore, pregnancy, fluff etc.  

in this au, nick is beefed up and a lot bigger, and he has a twin brother 🤭 name suggestions are welcome cuz i'm spacin' on a name. nick and callie have also switched personalities- nick is cocky and confident whereas callie is cautious and inexperienced. their parents are opposing rulers of their own nations, and its callie's idea for them to join and overthrow their parents for the good of their lands and people alike, but their differences make their compatibility difficult, leading to cutting corners and fumbling to make sure their plan pans out without killing anyone, all the while fighting one another even though we all already know they don't totally hate one another 

there's a lot of details i don't want to give away, so i'm going to leave it at that, but i've officially finished outlining the chapters so all i have to do now is actually start banging those chapters out 🥰

this cover is just a wip at this point- i'm def taking my time on this one cuz i neeeeeeeed that sunrise to come out how i have it in my head, it's imperative to the setting of this very special location 🤌🏼