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Sins. The act of sinning. Being a sinner.
Punishment by those who follow gods and goddesses alike for disobeying them. Shaming their name. Being viewed as someone morally or religiously wrong. Sarnax knew the feeling as well as anyone. It's hard not to be regarded as a sinner in some regard, working alongside Clayton. Yet, he found himself fascinated by this regarded 'taboo' of sin. Of sinners. Of saints. One gods sin may be anothers worship.
For himself, and his own, selfish curiosity, he wanted to figure out more. What made a sinner sin? What types of sins were there? Living a fairly secluded life in Edelwood caused a lot of these questions to go unanswered. But now, he had the resources, the power, access to the knowledge: A sinner himself. And he discovered, quickly, some regards of sins.
Shepherd. A tiefling himself. Many considered that, in and of itself, a sin. Him and Caprice fought, knuckles and tongue, to linger around another day with glee. Caprice was much more lighter than Shepherd in the regard of sins and sinning, yet they both shared their origins of fiends. However, the origins weren't what rang the bells.
The telltale smell of cinnamon flavored alcohol practically lingered on Shepherd at all times, and Sarnax was certain that he carried a small bottle that labeled that alcohol as 'whiskey'. Yet, when Shepherd came back from his favorite gambling hall, Sarnax couldn't get enough of the sharp smell. Every time he drank in a pub, he would order a 'Don Daniel Whiskey', and wouldn't care about anything else. Oak was the most common, rarely a spruce or walnut.
Each time from that hall, it was Edelwood.
Gambling was another chime, as Sarnax discovered it was considered a moral wrong doing. Yet, watching Shepherd, Caprice, and Clayton go head-to-head at cards, Victoria joining at times, and Taishen gleefully dealing, that lopsided, cocky smirk that would arise on Shepherd's face as he laid down the perfect hand.. It made Sarnax thankful that lizardfolk's scales didn't show blush. Oh, how he would love to wipe that smirk from his face...
Huh. How mammalian of him.
How... Sinful of him to want such a thing.
The elders of The Old Ones always told him that certain things weren't allowed. Not to shide away from sex, no, but it was one of the few things he was informed about: Outside of the Edelwoods, people considered lust a "cardinal sin". That only made Sarnax crave more answers. He and Taishen got along in that regard, finding these "cardinal sins" more ridiculous than ever.
Why did he even begin on this thought process anyways? "Heh, you're gettin' better there, Cap-Rice. Just don't let any'o'ya ghosties get caught if ya do use these skills outside." Ah, that's right, the sinner himself. Sarnax blinked a couple of times, focusing on Shepherd's face, specifically to his lips. That same, stupid, lopsided grin, cocky enough to flash a sharp, white canine in plain view. Slow breathing, Sarnax kept himself stilled in his chair, keeping his eyes focused on Shepherd. It was only the two infernal beings in the room, unable to remember how he even go there in the first place.
"Yeahhh, but, I'm getting better, like you said!" Caprice giggled, stretching his back over the top of the chair, before spotting a clock on the wall with a sigh. "Well, I should get going. Don't wanna take up too much of your time." Shepherd merely shook his head, that grin never leaving, as he leaned back in his chair, one arm proped on the back of it, the other gently swirling an ice cold drink around in a short glass. "With gamblin'? Nahh, ain't takin' up any time. Start gettin' too good, we'll haveta start placin' bets."
"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight, Shepherd! Goodnight, Sarnax!" Caprice shouted from the doorframe, earning a 'night' from Shepherd and a 'farwell' from Sarnax. The door closed, and the only thing that filled the silence was Shepherd. Idle humming, along with the occasional clinking of ice in his glass, the cards being collected, and the satisfying way that Shepherd shuffled the cards. No fancy show of tricks either, just the lapping and bridging.
Sarnax continued to stare at Shepherd, before he slowly stood up from his spot, the legs of the chair scrapping against the wooden floor as he did. That gained Shepherd's attention, the tiefling quirking a brow at the lizardfolk as he took another sip out of his glass. "Ya leavin' too?" Sarnax's red eyes traveled up and down Shepherd's face and body, landing back at those piercing eyes. Black with intoxicating blue iris', a look that nearly made Sarnax feel high. "No, I am not.."
"Good, good. Ya been awfully quiet o'er there, didn't know if somethin' was wrong or what." Shepherd lifted his drink up to his lips, but before he could tilt the glass far enough back to take a sip, he saw Sarnax's claw rest on top of it, pressing down to stop him. With no resistance at being stopped, Sarnax grabbed the cup fully and moved it back to the table. "No.. Nothing is wrong, Shepherd. Merely... Observing and watching. Waiting, thinking.." The other hand had somehow slipped up Shepherd's side without him realizing, suddenly feeling very crowded at the chair he sat at.
"Really? If you're gettin' that good at watchin' the cards, ya should join-" Sarnax hummed loudly, cutting off Shepherd's words, as his now free hand moved to the tielfing's cheek. "Not the cards, Shepherd.." There was.. Almost a hiss to his words. Not a threatening one, a claiming one, as Sarnax moved closer to Shepherd. "I am not one to participate in.. Those types of sins." The red of Shepherd's cheeks only grew more red, as the tiefling moved one arm to wrap around Sarnax's waist, pulling him down into his lap, as the other rested on his thigh. "I didn't figure ya would, but it'was worth a shot."
Sarnax's body gave a shudder as he was pulled closer, smelling the alcohol on Shepherd's breath. The Edelwood mixed with more, the spice burning his nose in a pleasing way, as he curled his claw gently into Shepherd's jaw. Red eyes met blue, before the lizardfolk gave an uncharactistic smirk. "I am far more interested in.. Pleasing selfish desires, so to speak." As he spoke, his claws went down Shepherd's cheek, down his jaw, down his neck, to his chest, before stopping. Even now, against Shepherd's red skin, he could spot the irritated lines where he just dragged, little pin-pricks of blood that had Shepherd's breathing hitched at times.
His other hand went up, gliding across his ribcage, back behind his back that arched just slightly off of the wooden chair, between his shoulders, before wrapping around the back of his neck. He felt Shepherd's hand grip his thigh a bit tighter, panting just a bit harder, pulling Sarnax just a bit closer with his other arm, before tugging the tielfing closer by the back of his neck, head moving downwards to meet underneath his jaw, hand on his chest gripping the opened shirt and pulling him closer. The gasping moan made Sarnax smirk more, opening his mouth enough to graze some teeth against skin, tongue moving out to lap at the trail his claw made previously.
"Fuck.." Shepherd swore, involuntarily shuddering at the pleasing feeling. His mind grew fuzzy in a similar way of a buzz of drinking, only better. His eyes rolled back behind his lids at the feeling of Sarnax's teeth, a whimper pulling from his throat at the tongue. "Wha' in the nine hells has gotten inta ya..?" Breathless, not complainingly, yet he still found himself whimpering when he felt Sarnax pull away, his claws releasing from Shepherd's neck enough to allow the other to move, and Shepherd took that opportunity to open his eyes up and look at Sarnax, tilting his head enough to actually get a good look at him.
"If you wish to stop, you can say, Shepherd." Sarnax purred, and Shepherd gave a more audible whimper, wrapping both arms around Sarnax's waist and pulling him closer, shoving his face into the neck of the burlap sack hood while avoiding the spiked, wooden wrappings around it. Sarnax gave a chuckle, looking down at Shepherd's eyes that peaked out, claws moving from around his neck to lightly scrap the base of his scalp. "Very well. At any point, you have a say. Understand, Shepherd?" Shepherd nodded into the burlap sack, before a gasp-y moan pulled from him as Sarnax grabbing his hair and pulled Shepherd away from his shoulder quickly. "A verbal answer, my sinner. Do you understand?"
Shepherd quickly nodded, as much as he could with being held by his hair, "Yea, yeah. I-I-I understand, Sarnax." That pleased Sarnax enough to let go of Shepherd's hair, claws trailing and tracing his jaw, the opposite side of the line that trailed, before cupping his cheek lightly. "Good. Now, release me, and get your cards cleaned up. I would hate to leave a mess for later." The lizardfolk all but magically suggested he did, yet Shepherd felt compelled to listen, loosening his grip on Sarnax's waist, as Sarnax did the same with his shirt and cheek. Pulling himself away gracefully, Shepherd was a flustered mess, as he looked to the table, then back to Sarnax.
Standing full mast, and shamelessly as ever, Sarnax began removing his head covering and belt made of twig-like vines. Shepherd gulped lightly, seeing Sarnax's tail swaying in wide, careful swings, before his eyes trailed upwards to see Sarnax staring him down, the head covering of wood removed and hood pulled down to show the trail of spikes that went down Sarnax's head and spine. He shook his head quickly from his spot in the chair, before remembering what he was told and looking to the table. The cards, his nearly empty glass, and the empty bottle of some generic beer Caprice was drinking.
Shepherd's face seemed to get a darker red, as he fumbled to stand up, grabbing up the bottle and his glass -chugging down the last swig- and taking them to the kitchen. He settled the two on the counter, before coming back and grabbing the cards with his hands shaking, his whole body practically trembling to try and get to Sarnax quicker. He hated lust at times, the rawness of emotions made him a little queasy, which is why he preferred drowning in pride and greed.
Sarnax always seemed to make him falter in ways he never expected, as he finally grabbed all of the cards of off the table and tucked the well-loved deck into it's equally loved box, closing it and tossing them back to the table. Their home. He gave a small chuckle, adjusting his hat before looking to where Sarnax was-
Gone. His prideful smile faltered again as he glanced around for any indication of where he could be. Sarnax wouldn't just leave him high and dry, would he? His thoughts were answered when he saw the door leading off to Shepherd's bedroom open, and he followed in after clicking the light off in the living room area. It wasn't much bigger, Shepherd lived in a fairly small, one bedroom apartment, but he got a good deal since Taishen lived in the same building. There was a bed large enough for him, and possibly another person, if need-be, as well as a desk at the foot of the bed against the wall, and a dresser over to the side that held his guns: Couleuvre and Flambeau.
That wasn't his focus, however. His focus turned to the lizardfolk sitting at the foot of the bed, the curtains closed, yet the light from the moon and the light provided by the lamp on Shepherd's nightstand was enough for Shepherd to flush a dark red, tail end twitching in delight at seeing Sarnax still there, bathed in a glorious light. Beautiful as ever. Red eyes soon caught up, smirking lightly and lifting up one clawed hand, before coaxing Shepherd by curling a finger towards himself, beckoning the other near. Without hesitation, Shepherd walked over to him, slipping his hat off of his head, manuvering it carefully to avoid his horns, and settling it on a hook beside his desk.
Once close enough to Sarnax, the lizardfolk grabbed the tielfing's hips, dragging him down to straddle his lap and and allowing himself to fall onto his back. Although Shepherd wasn't expecting it, -the gasp that left him was enough reason towards it- he caught himself on his arms above Sarnax, hands on either side of his head, staring down at the other. Even though he currently was above the other, he had no power, evident by the scaled hands that ran underneath his shirt and up his sides. Shepherd shuddered lightly at the feeling, leaning down and kissing Sarnax, his mind becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the sensations.
Just as Sarnax wanted. Dragging his tongue along Shepherd's lower lip, the other willingly parted, and Sarnax began exploring. Hungry for the taste he continued to smell. The subtle burn against his tongue, able to taste and smell the hint of Edelwood trees, his left hand moved from underneath Shepherd's shirt to his cheek, cupping it and tilting his own to the opposite side as he continued desperately, earning countless whimpers and moans from Shepherd. They pulled apart after a moment, both panting and breathing each others air, before Shepherd went back for another round of kisses, shorter and not as deep, but no less passionate than the first one.
Sarnax's right hand slid down to Shepherd's waist, lightly pulling the other to sit on his lap. It didn't take much coaxing, as the tiefling easily complied in sitting on Sarnax's lap, letting out another gasp as Sarnax's hands wandered to Shepherd's dick, pleased to find him hard just from the teasing and making out, and taking the opprotunity to attack the inside of Shepherd's mouth again with his tongue. Only a little bit of teasing -aka, lightly rubbing Shepherd through his pants- before the tiefling began to grind down onto Sarnax's lap, moaning freely into Sarnax's mouth. This didn't last long, as after only a couple of grinds, Sarnax's hand return to his hip, gripping tightly and pulling Shepherd down more to stop his grinding.
A whine pulled from Shepherd that time, finally pulling away from the kiss and panting to try and catch his breath, head falling and pressing against Sarnax's shoulder. He heard a chuckle right in his ear, still trying to catch his breathe. "My, my~ Eager, aren't we, my little sinner?" Shepherd shifted lightly, a whimper leaving his throat as he nodded fairly quickly, "Y-Yeah.. Yeah, you could.. Say that.." His hips shifted more subconciously, and another whine left as Sarnax pulled his hips tighter to stop.
"Poor, pitiful cowboy. It's been so long since someone has taken care of you, hasn't it?" Sarnax's voice was condenscending, in a way, yet Shepherd found himself craving that tone, craving to be treated this way. He hated it as much as he loved it. Hated the rawness of the emotions he felt, how vulnerable this was leaving him. Yet, as his horn was grabbed by Sarnax, -not even realizing that the hand left his cheek- he found himself loving more than hating. "An answer, Shepherd."
"Yea, it's been- Mngh~ It's been a while." Shepherd moaned out, allowing himself to follow the tug on his horn, upwards to now be sitting up on Sarnax's lap. Swiftly, Sarnax followed, letting go of Shepherd's horn to press himself to sit up. "I figured as such." Sarnax smirked and moved slowly to undo Shepherd's shirt, his tail wrapping around the tiefling's waist to keep him still, much to his complaint. As Sarnax undid each button, he trailed the lizardfolk equivalent of kisses across the red skin in front of him. Using his tongue to mark out certain areas, feeling the veins pulsing underneath, his breathing hitching, feeling the vibrations of his voice through his chest.
His teeth got caught in the mix too, taking some of the more plush area of muscle and fat into his mouth, leaving faint markings of his teeth and claiming type bruising. Shepherd's panting and moaning continued, pleasure being the factoring towards it, as his arms laid on Sarnax's shoulders, practically pinning himself there and squirming in place from the treatment to his chest and base of his neck. Soon, however, the last button came undone, and Sarnax pulled away enough to shove the offending fabric away from the glory that was Shepherd, the tiefling getting the memo and removing his arms to slip the sleeves off.
At that moment, the light hit Shepherd head on from behind Sarnax, the lizardfolk leaning back to allow more to illuminate the beauty in front of him. Flushed face that trailed down his neck and the tips of his ears, the irritated mark from his claw having gone down, but that trail lead to Shepherd's neck and chest, faint teeth marks on some areas, even more that were turning various darknesses of purple. There was one area, however, that Sarnax lingered on: The side of Shepherd's neck. The junction that connected his shoulder to his neck.
His hands slid up Shepherd's body, sculpting along his sides and turning towards his back at the ribcage and up his spine, before stopping underneath his shoulder blades. Right there, along with his tail, he pulled the tielfing flush to his body, going to that junction and opening his jaws around it. The gasp of being pulled close excited Sarnax, but the threat of being able to snap his jaws shut around Shepherd's shoulder was an act of trust. He wouldn't truly snap down, but lightly pressing his teeth for Shepherd to feel them? He watched Shepherd's tail wagging wildly behind him, small whips of air occasionally ringing out from the force, and he smirked.
Danger loving tielfing. He pressed down just a bit more, Sheherd giving a moan at the slight pain that thundered through his body, as the sharpest points of his teeth pierced through, blood beginning to collect at the now open skin. He pulled his jaw away before his head followed, moving Shepherd backwards just a bit to lean down and lap at the blood on his chest. All while, Shepherd's tail never ceased in its reckless whipping, giving away how he truly felt about this. Along with the panting and whimpering and moaning, Sarnax was confident in his ability to please to tiefling more.
His left hand slipped upwards, pulling away enough to curl his claw inwards and collect the blood on his back and shoulder, before pulling backwards from Shepherd. He locked eyes with the tiefling, seeing those intoxicating blue iris' nearly black from his blown pupils, as he brought his claw from behind Shepherd into their view, coated in some of the blood. Without second thought, without breaking eye contact, Sarnax brought the claw closer to his mouth and licked it clean. Shepherd could only watch, panting as one hand held onto Sarnax's bicep, and the other was wrapped around Sarnax's neck, breathing hitching again at the sight, his ears tilted downwards in a very flustered manner.
Once cleaned, Sarnax pulled his hand away and smirked towards Shepherd, bringing his hand towards Shepherd's jaw and trailing it back towards his hair. His claws curled to scratch the scalp lightly, the tiefling's eyes fluttering as he leaned back into the attention, before Sarnax gave a couple more kisses to the other side of Shepherd's neck and jaw. "For someone who's a sinner," Sarnax began, gripping Shepherd's hair to hear the other breathlessly pant again, "you are quite virtuous in your patience and tolerance. Very obedient."
"Fo- Ngh~! For someone that's supposed to be ah~ a-a somewha' holy man from Edelwood, not exactly holy." Sarnax gave a deep chuckle at that, pressing closer and moving to Shepherd's ear. "That is where you are wrong, my dear sinner~" He lightly nipped at Shepherd's ear, earning a shudder and whimper from his target, another chuckle leaving him as he pulled back, his tail slowly coming from around Shepherd's waist. "Stand up." There was little room to argue, but Shepherd didn't want to argue, as he stood up, bumping into the desk for how eager he was to give Sarnax room, his hands catching the edge of the desk so he didn't completely fall over.
Sarnax stood up gracefully, in Shepherd's eyes, and undid the fabric belt that loops around his waist. As he did, the burlap sack fell open and slipped off his shoulders, and although there was still clothing underneath, this was least amount of clothing he had seen Sarnax in. His face flushed more, looking the other up and down. The clothing underneath hugged Sarnax in a way, not too much to hurt him, but definitely enough to leave little to the imagination. Smirking again, Sarnax walked over and crowding Shepherd to the desk, placing one hand on the desk and the other on Shepherd's side. "Stunning.."
They shared another kiss, Shepherd eagerly pressing himself against Sarnax again while wrapping an arm around his neck to hold himself up better. The hand on Shepherd's side trailed down to his belt, taking his time in making sure it got off without damaging the leather. Although a little difficult from Shepherd getting impatient, finally, Sarnax still successfully got it off, undoing the button and zipper while pulling away from the kiss. "Fuck.." Shepherd swore in relief, tilting his head back as Sarnax slid his pants down with both hands, stepping back enough for Shepherd to finish off in taking them off.
Sarnax took that time to examine Shepherd again, humming gleefully at the sight. Truthfully, seeing someone that wasn't himself undressed was a rare sight. Seeing someone that lacked scales even rarer. Still, he enjoyed the sight, seeing where hair grew and where it didn't, the scars that littered his body from various events, where he made his own mark with fading teeth marks, slightly darker bruises, and scabs forming on one particular mark he made. His eyes flicked up and down the tielfing, Shepherd growing shy and glancing away and towards the window, the flush on his face evident.
Stepping closer again, Sarnax cupped Shepherd's cheek and forced his head to look towards him. "It is rare that I see such.. Divine beauty up closer. Feeding into desires, selfish or otherwise." That got Shepherd's tail to sway again, the other giving a cocky chuckle, "Well, I ain't no divine bein' by any means, but I know a thing or two about givin' inta desires." Thoughtfully, Sarnax gave a hum and a smirk, before he moved his hand away from Shepherd and began to take off his underclothing. "Then, I would imagine you know how to please those desires."
Shepherd watched with wide eyes as more and more scales were exposed, the various green and yellow hues made Shepherd more flustered as he watched the clothing fall away, the shaking of the lizardfolks tail made him shudder, before Sarnax sat down on the bed. Without much more of a thought, Shepherd fell down to his knees, shifting closer to get between Sarnax's legs, who merely chuckled and carded a hand through Shepherd's hair. "Eager, hmm? That patience wearing thin?" Shepherd huffed from his spot, looking at the dick in front of him. Way different than his, but somehow more.. Inticing that way. There were small ridges on the side, while the underside held a bit larger ones. They weren't truly spiked, but each ridge did tapper to a more spike-like tip at the top.
Before Shepherd could even think about it, his hair was grabbed and he was pulled back with a whimper-y moan. "Oh, poor little sinner." The tone was, once again, condenscending, which made Shepherd shift in place. "Sarnax..." He whined out, with the said lizardfolk smirking more. "Hands up here, Shepherd." He patted with his free hand onto the bed, waiting expectingly for Shepherd to listen, and while the tiefling glared for a longer time than either expected, Sarnax could out wait him easily. With a huff and shift of his hips, his hands settled on the bed, moving up to Sarnax's hips.
"There we go." Sarnax praised, letting go of Shepherd's hair and gently guiding the other by the horn closer, forcing Shepherd to shift his hips backwards and raise up a bit to actually reach his goal. He was already turning mindless by the mix of gentle and rough treatment, being called a sinner by Sarnax made his dick ache with need. The last person he had been with didn't treat him like this, -by the nine hells, he was the one dealing a rougher treatment- but by whatever god there was, he was way enjoying this. Without much of a thought, Shepherd opened his mouth, his fangs flashing in the light at their fullest, and his tongue poked out and flat against his bottom lip.
Sarnax moved his free hand to Shepherd's mouth, lightly tracing the fangs with the pad of his finger. "Use those fangs, and I will make you pay for it. Understand?" He warned, and Shepherd's eyes widened at the threat, before nodding swiftly in understanding. Sarnax accepted the silent answer, moving his hand away and guiding Shepherd to his prize, and eagerly, Shepherd put his mouth to use. Raising up further on his knees, he trailed upwards with kisses, starting at the base where his cloaca was, occasionally stopping at a ridge or two and tracing with his tongue to truly feel them, before reaching the tip.
Sarnax's hand never left Shepherd's horn, the lizardfolk giving quiet moans at the pleasure he felt, allowing Shepherd to take his time in exploring. The other had some form of experience, he realized, as Shepherd licked from the ridge he traced to the tip, enough to take the head into his mouth and close around it. Small pants left Sanax as Shepherd began to bob his head, lightly caressing near the base of his horn in approval. While he tried to keep his eyes focused on Shepherd, they did flutter close as he tilted his head back in pleasure at Shepherd taking him down further. One hand moved from his hip to wrap around his waist, which Sarnax decided to allow.
His tail curled around, wrapping itself around Shepherd's arm that was still on his hip, looking down to the other as he leaned back on his free hand that wasn't on Shepherd's horn, panting and moaning more freely at Shepherd's double efforts, tongue gliding between the rows of ridges, occasionally circling around one when he reached lower. Shortly after, he watched as Shepherd pulled off slowly, giving a kiss to the tip once fully off, and trailing kisses back down to the base. He was testing his limits, Sarnax realized, and wanted to see how far he was allowed to go.
Shepherd kissed down his dick, past the cloaca, before trailing kisses on the inside of Sarnax's thighs, feeling the texture of the scales on his lips. He gave a testing lick, finding the sensation much more pleasing than he anticipated, before moving to a thicker area of his thigh. Another lick, before he opened his mouth in prepration to bite down. However, a moan replaced the bite as his head was jerked backwards away from Sarnax's thigh by his horn. "What did I say, dear sinner? Use those fangs, and I will make you pay for it." His final warning, and Shepherd wasn't going to push it, going back to Sarnax's thigh once the other had stopped holding onto his horn so tightly, kissing back towards the cloaca instead to explore.
Trailing kisses back upwards, Shepherd got back to sucking and exploring Sarnax with his tongue and mouth, enjoying the sounds that it pulled from the other, enjoying the feeling of Sarnax in his mouth. He began to shift his hips impatiently, whining lightly and giving Sarnax the best pleading look he could muster up. Thankfully, Sarnax had looked back down right around that time, chuckling breathily at the sight. "Come up here." He commanded, letting go of his horn finally. Shepherd pulled off, giving one last kiss to the tip, before following orders and standing up to stradde Sarnax's lap. He was stopped, however, by hands on his hips as Sarnax's tail unfurled from around his arm and those claws lightly dragged down his hips, pulling down the last bit of clothing on Shepherd.
His boxers were tugged down, and he gladly helped in getting them off completely, wrapping his arms around Sarnax's neck and straddling his lap again. "Very good.. You can follow directions." The lizardfolk praised, giving soft kisses to Shepherd's neck as he settled a hand on his waist, the other gently wrapping around Shepherd's dick. Slow stroking earned gasping moans, pants, and whines from Shepherd, the tiefling setting his head on Sarnax's shoulder as he freely made noise. "Do not worry, my dear sinner.. You will be treated well tonight." He only gave a couple of strokes, thinning Shepherd's patience more, before letting go and glancing towards his underclothing that had all sorts of pockets on it. He hummed and leaned down towards it, Shepherd easily moving out of the way with little complaint about the bend of his knees pressing down on themselves more.
Once Sarnax grabbed it up, he lifted himself back up and looked through the pockets, one hand settling on Shepherd's hips to stop his shifting and squirming, even batting away a hand that tried to move down to touch himself. Finding what he was looking for, Sarnax pulled out a bottle of oil and hummed in success. Moving his hand from Shepherd's hips and popping the bottle open, he poured a generous amount on his fingers, making sure to coat them nicely, all while, Shepherd watched with anticipation, shifting on Sarnax's lap. Snapping the bottle closed, he set it down on the bed to where it wouldn't roll off, before bringing his hand out of sight of Shepherd.
One of those claws circled Shepherd's hole, the tiefling gasping in shock, a tail whip of warning hitting through the air. "Relax, my dear sinner. Have you ever done anything like this?" Sarnax's voice was gentle, nonjudgemental this time around, as Shepherd shook his head lightly, hiding in Sarnax's shoulder. "Fucked people before, yeah.. Never been on the receivin' end of it." The lizardfolk gave a hum at that, lightly nodding at the implication. "Do not worry.. Follow my words, and I will make sure this is as enjoyable for you as I can make it." Assuring kisses went to Shepherd's shoulder and neck, earning light whining and quiet panting.
"You have an out, if you would like it, Shepherd. I would not do anything to you without your approval." Sarnax mentioned, his hand settling close enough to Shepherd's ass to thumb across his cheek assuringly. He was giving Shepherd the open option, leaving it up to him, not going any further or pulling away just yet- Dammit! Shepherd's chest pulled tight at the emotions, the vulnerablity, just being this close to Sarnax.. He's already gone this far, however. He had been curious in the past. Sarnax would stop if he wanted him to... With a small nod and nuzzle into Sarnax's shoulder, a kiss to collect his words, Shepherd let out a slow and nervous sigh. "Yeah, I-I wanna try, 'Nax.. You'd stop if I tell ya to?"
"Without a doubt, Shepherd. Comfort is just as important as pleasure." Sarnax pointed out, peppering kisses along Shepherd's shoulder in assurance, helping the tension out as much as he could given the current position and conversation. With another nod, another sigh to try and relax, Shepherd nudged further into Sarnax's shoulder. "'m ready.." He felt one clawed hand move up his back, lightly rubbing up and down his back, side, and hip. "Relax, my dear sinner.. The worst of it comes from stretching, tensing makes that more difficult."
Shepherd tried to listen, relaxing as much as he could as he felt Sarnax's thumb trail closer to his hole, before a claw circled once again. More prepared, Shepherd didn't tense as much, a shudder rushing down his spine at the feeling instead, his tail beginning it's nervous swaying as Sarnax brought his hand up to Shepherd's side, right below his chest on his ribcage. His thumb was able to move upwards easily, however, distracting Shepherd with a shock of pleasure from toying with his nipple with the same, circular motion.
Fuck, if that didn't confuse Shepherd's mind in the best way possible. Pants and whimpers flooded from him as the sensations, gasping as he felt the claw breach. He expected it to feel sharp, painful, stinging, but none of that really occured. A little bit of stinging, yes, but that was from him tensing, and in a different way than he was expecting, as Sarnax's nails were much duller than they looked. Slowly, carefully, giving Shepherd the chance to back out and allowing him to get used to the feeling, Sarnax's finger slowly pushed in. The one on his nipple stopped its movement, allowing for Shepherd to fully focus on the finger.
Once past the thicker part of the second knuckle, Sarnax paused, taking into account of Shepherd, waiting to see what he would say, allowing him to get used to it. The only way Shepherd could describe himself, if he could vocalize anything, was dizzy. Dizzying in the best way possible, almost pleasant and pleasing in a way he couldn't describe but knew the exact feeling for. He didn't know how much time passed, before he experimentally rolled his hips on the finger, earning even more dizziness and a closed mouth moan of content, a silent 'go ahead' for Sarnax.
And the lizardfolk took it, with Shepherd panting lightly as the finger began to thrust in and out of him. Not going too fast, but not too slow either. There was something practiced, methodical, in the way Sarnax worked and steadily broke Shepherd down. The sting turned to light shocks of pleasure, before Sarnax nearly pulled his finger out completely. With a whine, Shepherd tried to grind downward to get the feeling back, but Sarnax's other hand moved from his side to his thigh, stilling the tiefling and lightly digging his nails into his skin. A whine pulled from Shepherd, but was soon replaced with a gasp as a second finger joined the first.
Slow, not without whining as this one burned and stung more than just one, but.. Shepherd's breathing and panting only grew harder, slight tears gathering in his eyes. The pain wasn't truly painful, the stretch bareable and enjoyable, slowly and steadily going deeper into him, breaching past the second knuckle once again and- "Fuck.." He whined out pathetically, gripping onto his own forearms and practically locking himself in place. Gentle and cool kisses were pressed to his shoulder, the hand on his thigh loosening but not leaving. "Are you well, Shepherd?"
"Ye..Yeah.. Yeah, I'm doin'.. Yeah.." Shepherd panted out, nuzzling further into Sarnax's neck and waiting with the feeling, steadily relaxing more and more. Out of curiousity and need, Shepherd rolled his hips down onto Sarnax's fingers, breath hitching at the feeling as sparks rushed down his spine. Upon seeing this, Sarnax upped his grip tighter on Shepherd's thigh, feeling the muscle beginning to shake. Whether from strain or pleasure was lost on Sarnax, but Shepherd hadn't mentioned anything yet, as the lizardfolk began to thrust his fingers in and out of the tiefling, taking his time in stretching the other.
The initial stinging wasn't as bad as Shepherd expected, but as Sarnax continued, the tiefling couldn't stop whimpering and moaning and whining. Fuck, his mind was going blank as he bucked downwards against Sarnax's fingers, pleasure blanking his mind in the best way. He pulled away from Sarnax's shoulder when the other pulled his fingers away, pulling the lizardfolk into a deep kiss as he settled on Sarnax's lap to rest his legs. He was allowed to, being kissed back just as eagerly, tongues and teeth getting involved, before he heard the pop of the bottle once again.
Shepherd pulled back, panting as saliva connected the their lips, before searching and grabbing the bottle from Sarnax. "Shepherd-" The warning tone that Shepherd ignored, moving his head to Sarnax's jaw, pressing eager kisses downwards on his shoulder and neck. While he did, he poured the oil on his hand, his warmer blood loosening the oil up. Snapping the bottle closed, Shepherd moved his hand to Sarnax's dick before eagerly pumping.
His efforts were made good, as a moan came from Sarnax from his previous panting from the kisses, his head tossed back for a moment, before he pulled Shepherd closer, enough to bite down on his shoulder, where the other bite was nearby. Shepherd's eyes rolled back as he kept pumping, coating as much as he could, a moan ripped from him as he felt the pain filled pleasure. "Fuck.. Sarnax, please..~"
Before he knew it, Shepherd was lifted up by Sarnax and coaxed to flip around, facing away from Shepherd. His arms were held behind him, held by Sarnax for stability. "Glorious in this sinful of a light.." Sarnax panted out, lapping at the blood that dripped down Shepherd's back. "My.. Dear sinner.." He growled, seeing the shiver rush down Shepherd's spine from the positive tone and words only excited him further. One hand moved down to the tiefling's hip, coaxing for him to raise up, before lining up. "Are you ready?"
"Yes- Yes, fuck, please, Sarnax!" Shepherd begged, a choked up moan leaving him as Sarnax pushed into him, his arms being tugged to bring him down. His head hung backwards, panting openly and heavily. The ridges felt good in his mouth, they felt better in him. He was kept down by his hip and arms, pulled all the way down to the base.
By the sins, this was good.
"Mngh~"
He wanted more.
"Fuck..~"
He craved it.
"Sarnax, please~"
"Ride me, cowboy." Shepherd didn't need anymore coaxing, slowly rising and falling to get used to the feeling, before he began to speed up. Sarnax let go of his arms, moving the hand down to grab his hips as Shepherd's tail wrapped around Sarnax's wrist. "Fuck- Fuck~" He grabbed Sarnax's hand, panting as he could hear the moans spilling from both of them.
"Who- Ngh- Who would have known?" Sarnax began, meeting Shepherd's desperate bounces with bucks when he came down. "The sinner enjoys the sin of lust." He moved closer to Shepherd's shoulder, lapping at the blood of the bite marks. "I want to ruin you.."
"Please- Gods, yes, Sarnax, please~" Shepherd begged, not expecting to suddenly being lifted and slammed into the desk. His panting was heavy, sweat forming a sheen over his skin. He forgot that, even though Sarnax was shorter than him, he was easily able to throw Shepherd around, pinning him down to the desk with one hand between his shoulders, the other holding his hips steady. Shepherd covered his mouth with his hand, the other holding himself up on his elbow.
He cried out in pleasure as Sarnax began to pound into him, little mercy shown by the lizardfolk. Pain and pleasure swirling as one in his mind, feeling the best he had ever had in his life. This was the greatest high he's ever felt, the lightheadedness never made him more sharper than the first time he fought tipsy after an intense game of cards. The blood that dripped onto the desk, feeling Sarnax's tongue drag against his skin, small bites forming either marks or as much of hickies as a lizardfolk could.
He was a sinner, a mammal, and by the good sin of lust, he had never been more grateful- "Fuck! There! Oh, gods~!" He cried, clawing at the desk as he collapsed with his arm pinned underneath his chest, forehead hitting down, hand clawing the wold above his head. He didn't see himself as vocal type, but Sarnax was proving that wrong, as he moaned and cried out, feeling the pricks of Sarnax's claws digging into his hips. Each slam brought him closer to the brink, tears welling and falling quickly.
He couldn't hear his own words anymore, babbling nonsense and crying, listening to Sarnax in his ear praise and degrade him all at once. Possessing him. Calling him his sinner, beautiful and filthy all the same, he was his. Each bite followed by quick lapping made Shepherd jolt and cry with pleasure. He shuddered and moaned loudly when one hand came up and pulled his horn back for a kiss.
"Sarna-hah~ Please~" Shepherd moaned once Sarnax pulled away from the kiss. The sight was absolutely beautiful, cheeks a darker red than before, tears pouring down his face from pleasure, reduced to nothing but putty underneath Sarnax.. He caused this. A smirk crossed his face, moving his hand from his horn, trailing it down his back while lighly dragging his nailed down Shepherd's spine to feel the tiefling shudder deeply. Further down, around the bend of his hip, he grabbed the weeping, neglected cock of Shepherd.
If the tiefling wasn't incomprehensible before, he was now, as Sarnax pumped in time with his thrust, no mercy shown as Shepherd cried with pleasure, tears falling rapidly. Sobs of pleasure left his lungs, full body shivers wrecking his body as he felt more bites of hickeys. He could feel Sarnax's rhythm beginning to waver, his own orgasm building quickly, as he grabbed and clawed at the table underneath him for any sort of purchase. Shepherd wasn't able to hold back, even if he wanted to, his head flinging backwards, a loud moan ripping from his chest as he came. His whole vision whited out, another strangled sound leaving him as he felt Sarnax cum inside of him, his whole body quaked, as pathetic whimpers left his throat, holding himself up on the table. Dizzy... So amazingly dizzy.
Finally coming to once again, he realized he wasn't on the desk anymore. His body felt heavy and limp as he leaned towards the scaled body of Sarnax, head gently nuzzling into his chest. Shepherd could feel Sarnax's head resting on his, between his horns, quiet chirps leaving the lizardfolk, his hand settled on his lower back and gently massaging there.
"Mm..." Shepherd grumbled under his breath, the tip of his tail lazily flicking underneath the blanket. Comfy, cozy, content... "Are you well, my dear?" Sarnax asked, no louder than a whisper, as if the silence was a delicate thing to be aware of. "...Don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life..." Shepherd muttered, hugging into Sarnax further and giving lazy kisses to the scales that were in his reach. "I am glad.." A chirp left Sarnax after he said that, he tail wrapping around Shepherd's waist possessively. "Rest now.. We have work tomorrow."
"Mng... The professor can suck my dick.." Shepherd mumbled, tangling himself more into Sarnax's space in some desperate attempt to crawl under his skin and scales. A deep chuckle rang in Sarmax's chest. "That would be a sight to see." A blush covered Shepherd's face as he huffed, giving another kiss to Sarnax's chest. "I'd rather you. Maybe Taishen. Hell, I'd go as low as Caprice. Ain't goin' Clayton or Victoria low."
"Taishen is higher than Caprice? I should not be as shocked as I am."
"It ain't happenin', if that's what you're thinkin'."
"My dear sinner, I would not force anything on you..."
"... I ain't givin' a full 'no'."
"We can discuss another time, my dear."
"Yeah, 'm alright with that.. Night, hon.."
"Rest well, my dear.."