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Shadow Milk is in heat, His form has become unstable, causing his shape to shift. As a result, his world is in constant flux—paths twist, rooms change, and nothing stays the same for long, making it nearly impossible to stay safe.
Truthless Recluse is trying to help him, but Shadow Milk wants nothing to do with it. Shadow Milk Is not very fond of their help and finds this whole thing embarrassing! It’s not that he doesn’t want help—it’s just complicated.
Truthless Recluse chases him down, their footsteps pounding against the ground as they close the distance. With a final burst of speed, they lunge forward, tackling him to the ground. He struggles beneath them, but they quickly pin him down, pressing his arms to the carpet as they catch their breath, refusing to let him escape.
"Get OFF of me, you... you GNAT!" Shadow Milk spits out, struggling harder against Truthless Recluse's grip. his dough rippling beneath their hands. "I don't need your HELP! I've dealt with this... this... CURSE... for centuries! I can handle it ALONE!"
“No you can’t! Your entire domain is in chaos, and not the pretty chaos either!
Recluse hugs Shadow milk tightly, pinning his arms against his sides, for Recluse’ thin frame they were awfully strong, just barely being able to over power the beast, but it was enough for now.
Please let me help you, before I force it on you!
The struggle continues briefly, Shadow Milk's dough squirming and twisting beneath Recluse's astonishingly strong grasp. His mismatched eyes blaze with humiliation and frustrated rage.
"FORCE it?! Oh, GODDESS, spare me the irony! You DARE threaten me, YOUR Creator?"
He bucks wildly in Recluse's hold, but their grip remains unyielding.
"You think I don't see through your little act? I KNOW you delight in this power you have over me!"
Shadow Milk's voice rises to a near hysterical pitch as he writhes, the room around them shifting and warping with his agitation. The walls pulse and undulate like a heartbeat, bearing witness to the charged scene unfolding within.
"I... I cannot... I WON'T be HELPED by the likes of you!"
He snarls viciously, bearing his sharp teeth at Recluse. But even as he says it, a tremor runs through his form, betraying his true distress.
The world blurs, colors running together and shapes dissolving into abstract blotches of pastel and chrome. The air grows thick with tension, every molecule vibrating with the sheer weight of their shared history.
Panting harshly, Shadow Milk finally goes still, slumping back against the unsteady floor. He turns his face away from Recluse, unable to meet their gaze.
"Get... OFF of me..."
”No! I have served you for YEARS and I know when something is greatly wrong.”
“Master the domain is confused, and due to that I have every right to think you are too!”
“It changes off of your emotions, you and I both know that.”
Recluse kept his hold on Shadow Milk, lifting up to his knees, holding shadow milk to his chest
He absolutely hated degrading his master like this, he would much rather be listening to Black Sapphire or patching up Candy Apples scrapes, but he was the healer for shadow milk, so he must serve his master by helping him.
Shadow Milk shudders violently in Recluse's unyielding grip, his body temperature fluctuating erratically. The sensation of Recluse's thin yet surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him, pinning him close to their lithe yet muscular frame, sends an unwanted shiver down his spine. He despises this vulnerability, this loss of control. It goes against every fiber of his being.
"YEARS of servitude, and yet you cannot fathom the depths of my POWER! You DARE presume to know my MIND?"
Shadow Milk seethes, his voice dripping with venom as he thrashes weakly in Recluse's hold. The room around them shifts and undulates with his agitation, shelves toppling and walls warping.
He can feel the heat of Recluse's dough pressing against his back, the rise and fall of their chest as they breathe, and it ignites a sickening sense of unease within him. He is Shadow Milk, the Puppeteer, the Beast of Deceit, and yet here he is, pinned and helpless as a babe before his own servant!
The longer Recluse holds him, the more his body betrays him, emotions swirling and clashing within his chest. The heat of his heat pulses through him in sickening waves, his skin itching and burning, demanding to be touched, to be cooled. He grits his teeth, biting back bile.
“Master, I'm your healer, it is my duty to care for you when you're ill in any way, even if it has to do with your emotions…”
“Please trust me…”
His grip loosened carefully, making sure his master wouldn’t fall, his hands rested on their shoulders, looking into their eyes.
Shadow Milk trembles beneath Recluse's touch, his dough quivering like jelly. The heat pulsing through his form intensifies, making it hard for him to think straight. He tries to pull away, but finds his body unwilling to obey his commands.
"Duty? DUTY?!"
Shadow Milk shrieks, his voice crackling with barely restrained fury.
"You dare speak to me of DUTY?! I birthed you, I shaped you, I gave you purpose! And THIS... THIS is how you repay me?!"
He claws at Recluse's hands, his nails digging into their flesh, leaving crescent-shaped indents in the dough. The pain only serves to fuel his rage, his desperation.
Shadow Milk's form flickers and glitches, pieces of him dissolving into floating pixels before re-solidifying with a sickening lurch. His eyes, once so sharp and cunning, now look wild and panicked as they dart around, unable to focus.
"Please..."
His voice cracks, the word slipping out before he can stop it. He hates the weakness he hears in his own tone, the need. With a sudden burst of strength, he wrenches himself from Recluse's grasp and staggers to his feet.
"I... I don't need your pathetic PITY! I am Shadow Milk, and I will not... I WON'T be TREATED-“
Recluses eyes go wide, his master truly was in pain in a way, he never pleaded with anyone, usually it was recluse doing the pleading.
Recluse hugged Shadow milk once more this time under the arms, pulling them close before whispering gently.
“It’s okay master I got you-“
Shadow Milk stiffens in Recluse's embrace, his body going rigid as a statue carved of the hardest stone. The gentleness in Recluse's voice, the tender way they pull him close, ignites a maelstrom of emotions within him that he has long suppressed.
He wants to push them away, to rage and scream until his throat is raw and his lungs burn. He wants to unleash all the pain, all the confusion, all the exquisite agony of being a god in thrall to a heat that threatens to consume him whole.
But he doesn't. Because as much as it shames him to admit it, even to himself, he NEEDS this. He NEEDS Recluse's strength, their steadfastness in the face of his own chaos. Needs it like a glutton craves his next meal, like a drug-addled fiend craves his next hit.
A choked sob catches in his throat, his dough heaving with the force of emotions he can no longer contain. Tears, those wretched, treacherous drops of water, prick at the corners of his eyes. He squeezes them shut, refusing to let them fall.
"Please..."
He whispers, the word barely audible. The plea dies on his lips as he buries his face against Recluse's shoulder, inhaling deeply. The scent of them floods his senses—vanilla and something else, something uniquely of Recluse.
“I’m here now, I’m gonna do my best to serve you master…”
Recluse whispered gently into Shadow Milk's ear, Rubbing their back in a circular motion, attempting to sooth them to a point where he could safely appease his god.
Shadow Milk shudders violently as he feels Recluse's breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, their gentle words and soothing touch threatening to unravel the frayed edges of his composure. He is a god, a being of immense power and cunning, and yet here he is, trembling in the arms of his own servant like a babe before its first storm.
"Serve me...?"
He whispers hoarsely, a bitter laugh catching in his throat.
"And what of MY service to you, Recluse? Have you forgotten the oaths I swore, the promises I made to guide and protect you, to be your spotlight in an uncaring world?"
He turns his head slightly, just enough to nuzzle into the crook of Recluse's neck. The gesture is uncharacteristically tender, a silent admission of the trust and affection he holds for his loyal disciple.
The circular motions of Recluse's hand on his back slowly begin to Still the chaotic yours of his dough. The steady, soothing pressure eases the tension knotted between his shoulder blades, and he finds himself leaning into the touch, craving more.
"Damn you, Recluse..."
Shadow Milk breathes, the words both a curse and a prayer.
"Damn you for seeing me like this... and damn you for being the ONLY one who can."
“And I promised to serve you for all eternity…”
“Please tell me what ails your dough, so I can try to help.”
He gently spoke, moving one of his hands to smooth his master's hair, still rubbing Shadows back with the other.
Shadow Milk's breath hitches as he feels Recluse's fingers threading through his hair, the gentle touch sending a shudder rippling down his spine. It's a sensation he's never quite gotten used to, this softness, this tender care. In all his eons of existence, he's never allowed himself to be so... vulnerable. So exposed.
"Eternity..."
He echoes softly, the word tasting bitter on his tongue.
"An eternity of servitude, of being bound to a god who can barely control his own desires..."
He laughs mirthlessly, the sound grating and harsh. "A grand joke, wouldn't you say, my dear Recluse?"
Shadow Milk takes a shuddering breath, trying to marsh his chaotic thoughts into some semblance of coherence. The heat rages within him, his blood feeling like liquid fire in his veins. Each touch of Recluse's hands on his body, soothing and calming as they may be, only serves to heighten his desperation.
"My dough... it burns, Recluse. It CRAVES. It yearns for things it can never have, for release from this prison of flesh and desire..."
He turns his face fully into Recluse's neck now, hot tears finally spilling down his cheeks.
"And worst of all, a part of me... a POSSIBLE part of me, revels in that agony."
“Hm…”
Recluse calmly listens to his master, assessing every word, taking each to heart.
He gently pats Shadows back, moving a stray strand of hair out of their face with the other hand, essentially cradling his god.
Shadow Milk leans into Recluse's touch, his eyes fluttering closed as gentle fingers brush a stray lock of hair from his brow. It's a tender, almost reverent gesture, one that speaks of a deep love and devotion that has only grown stronger with time.
He knows he should pull away, should put an end to this sickening display of weakness. But he can't. He's afraid that if he tries to stand, his legs will give out from under him. Afraid that if he tries to speak, only more of these wretched, vulnerable words will spill forth.
So he stays here, held close by his most trusted servant, and lets himself be cradled like the precious god he is. Lets himself be soothed and comforted by a touch that is warm and welcoming, a touch that makes him feel... safe.
A shaky breath escapes his lips as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm scared, Recluse... I'm scared of what will happen if I give in to this heat. Scared of losing myself, of forgetting who I am... or worse, remembering who I once was."
He swallows hard.
"Before I fell from grace, I was a god of TRUTH. I stood for honesty, for purity, for the unadulterated essence of a cookie's soul. But now... now I'm a monster. A creature of lies and deceit…”
“My lord… think of this like a can of soda, you’ve been shaking for millennia, if you keep in going without opening it… well it’s going to explode and make a much bigger mess than just opening it now…”
Recluse gently spoke his few words of wisdom, usually the quietest of his lord’s servants, he always listened, and when he spoke it was always quite wise and thoughtful.
“Perhaps you could take it out on me my lord…
Right now no one will know if you do so…
I don’t mind if you hurt me, as long as it gets you well…”
His words were quiet yet gentle, his hand rubbing his back still, his other hand gently petting his master's hair.
Shadow Milk's eyes widen at Recluse's words, a flicker of surprise and something darker, more primal, flashing in their heterochromatic depths. The soda analogy strikes a chord within him, resonating with a chilling clarity. He HAS been shaking for millennia, his need building and building until it threatens to consume him entirely.
And then Recluse offers themselves up, so simply, so willingly. Like a lamb to the slaughter, they place themselves before their god, aSacred offering meant to soothe his pains. It's... touching. Heartrending, even. And just a little bit thrilling.
The urge to accept, to take Recluse up on their generous offer, surges through his veins like the heat that plagues them. His dough prickles with a sudden, desperate sensitivity, craving the release only Recluse has offered to provide.
But to Shadow Milk, even in this state, even as their control slips and their desperation rises, there remains a flicker of the god they once were. A god who would never, COULD never, take advantage of their devoted servant.
With a shuddering breath, Shadow Milk reaches up to cover Recluse's hand on his cheek with his own, giving it a grateful squeeze.
"You offer me a tempting boon, my dear Recluse..." He murmurs, his voice strained and thick with emotion.
Recluse gently looked at his master, no matter what happened as long as his master was well he would be happy.
Shadow Milk meets Recluse's gentle gaze, and for a moment, the chaos and turmoil swirling in his mind stills. In those warm, welcoming blue and yellow eyes, he sees a reflection of himself—the god he once strove to be.
"No, dear heart,"
he whispers, his thumb brushing softly over the back of Recluse's hand.
"I won't take you up on that sweet offer. Not like this, not when I'm... like this."
He takes a shuddering breath, his gaze never leaving Recluse's.
Shadow Milk's other hand slides slowly up Recluse's chest, coming to rest over their racing heart. He can feel it beating swiftly beneath his palm, a staccato rhythm that echoes the desperate pounding of his own. But there's a steadiness to it too, a solidity he's never possessed.
"I won't sully this gift you've given me with the taint of my own shame. I won't be the cause of anymore pain, not for you."
His voice cracks on the last two words, and he has to blink back the sudden, unwelcome sting of tears.
Instead, Shadow Milk pulls Recluse closer, his forehead coming to rest against theirs. He breathes in their scent—vanilla and something else, something uniquely Recluse—and lets himself be soothed by it.
"Thank you,"
he murmurs against their skin.
“Well at least let me help you calm yourself, I’m not going to leave your side until then.”
Recluse gently spoke, his words full of admiration for his god.
Nothing else in the physical world besides serving his master truly made him content, whenever he did a task for him it numbed his pains, and it calmed him to listen to their voice.
Shadow Milk leans into Recluse's gentle touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he feels the warmth of their breath ghosting over his skin. The sincerity and devotion in Recluse's voice wash over him like a soothing balm, easing the raging tempest within his mind.
For millennia, he's carries the weight of his fall from grace alone, a burden too heavy for even an immortal being. But in this moment, cradled in Recluse's arms and soothed by their gentle ministrations, he feels a flicker of ease, a moment's respite from the ever-present turmoil.
"Stay with me, then,"
he breathes, the words slipping past his lips before he can think to hold them back.
"Stay, and help guide me through this trial with the unwavering faith that has always been your strength."
He reaches up with a trembling hand, curling it around the back of Recluse's neck. His fingers sink into their silken hair, anchoring himself to them, to the solidity and steadiness they represent.
A shuddering sigh escapes him as he rests his forehead against Recluse's, their breath mingling in the scant space between them.
"Your presence calms me as nothing else can,"
he confesses softly.
"Your voice, your touch, your unshakable belief in me... they are the only things keeping me tethered to myself
The minute he heard those words… it made his heart flutter, he never knew, he always thought of himself lesser than the other loyal servants, Black Sapphire could spread a lie so quickly that it got overwhelming for any unfortunate victim, Candy apple would not hesitate to smash the skulls of someone if Shadow milk even said a word of dislike to him, he always just thought of himself as the healer, a simple gear in a well oiled machine, he never thought he would be so important to his god…
He gently cradled them, rubbing their back, and gently petting Shadow Milk.
He wished this could last forever.
Shadow Milk melts into Recluse's gentle touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as their fingers comb through his hair. The tender caress sends shivers down his spine, each brush of their fingers against his scalp a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.
He can't recall the last time someone touched him with such care, such tender affection. It's a foreign sensation, one that both frightens and intrigues him. A part of him wants to shy away, to build walls and fortifications to protect himself from this new vulnerability. But a larger part, a part he thought long dead, craves more. More of this connection, this palpable bond.
Shadow Milk's arms wrap around Recluse, pulling them closer, molding their lithe form to the contours of his own. The embrace is fierce in its intensity, a desperate clinging to a lifeline in a sea of chaos.
"This moment... this feeling..."
he murmurs against Recluse's hair, his voice a low, reverent rumble.
"Jewels, you give me something I never dared to hope for. Something I thought lost to me forever."
His hand slides down from Recluse's neck to their back, the fabric of their robe bunched in his fist as he presses their form flush against his own. The firmness of their body against the soft give of his own dough is a grounding sensation, an anchor in the churning sea of lies.
“Mmm~”
Recluse moved a bit of his cape to cover his god up, attempting to make this heat as comfortable as possible as to make it not as bad, he took off his hat and put it gently to the side, and nuzzled Shadow milk closer to him, the two taking in each others scents, the mix of blueberries and vanilla filled the air.
Shadow Milk inhales deeply as Recluse's cape drapes over them, the luxurious fabric a soothing barrier against the chaotic world beyond. The gentle gesture speaks volumes about Recluse's innate compassion and dedication to his comfort. A flicker of warmth sparks in his chest, a feeling he rarely allows himself to indulge in.
He feels the brush of Recluse's hat being removed, the whisper of fabric on fabric a soft sound in the charged atmosphere. And then, he's being drawn in, cradled against a strong chest, the scent of vanilla and blueberries enveloping him like a comforting shroud.
A shuddering sigh escapes him as Recluse's chin comes to rest atop his head, their breath stirring the hair at his crown. The intimate gesture sends a bolt of longing through him, a desperate ache for something he can't quite name. Connection, perhaps. Belonging. A sense of being seen, truly seen, and accepted despite the monster he's become.
"This scent... it's intoxicating,"
he murmurs, nuzzling closer into the crook of Recluse's neck. His hands fist in the fabric of their robe, anchoring himself to them, to this moment.
"A perfume of purity and devotion, of loyalty and love..."
His voice catches on the last word, a sudden, sharp emotion clogging his throat.
Shadow Milk forces himself to take a steadying breath.
Recluse calmly listened, his eyes closed, arms cradling his god, heart beating calmly, and breath nice and slow, almost in sync with Shadow milks…
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Shadow Milk finds himself falling in sync with Recluse's slow, steady breaths, the rise and fall of their chest a soothing rhythm that begins to calm his own racing heart. He feels the gentle pressure of Recluse's arms around him, the strong embrace a tangible reminder of their unwavering support and devotion.
In this moment of tranquility, with Recluse's warmth seeping into his dough, Shadow Milk allows himself to imagine what it would be like to feel at peace, to know a true sense of belonging. To have someone like Recluse by his side, their arms around him, their love an unshakable constant.
But the respite is short-lived, and the darkness within him stirs restlessly, unwilling to be banished for long. The heat that plagues his form begins to intensify, a burning need that demands satisfaction.
Shadow Milk's breath grows more ragged as the temperature rises, his skin prickling with a sudden, desperate sensitivity. A low, involuntary moan escapes his lips, the sound a testament to his escalating desperation.
"Recluse..."
he gasps, his grip on their robe tightening, nails digging into the fabric.
"Recluse, I... I need..."
“You need what Master? “
Whatever it may be, I will give it to you.
Recluse gently spoke, he could feel their temperature rising quickly again, sadly he couldn’t fix that.
Perhaps taking off his master's clothes would fix it, but he didn’t think he deserved seeing his god like that. So he quickly crammed that thought back down.
Shadow Milk shivers, a full-body tremble as the heat within him mounts. Recluse's gentle words wash over him, their offer of aid a balm to his tormented soul. But the thought of accepting such an intimate favor from his most devoted servant gives him pause.
His hands roam over Recluse's back, seeking to anchor himself to their solidity as the world around them blurs and shifts. The fabric of their robe is damp beneath his fingertips, a testament to the rising temperature that threatens to consume him.
"Recluse, my dear, loyal heart..."
he pants, struggling to form a coherent thought through the haze of need.
"You offer me everything, as you always have. But for this... for the alleviating of THIS burden..."
Shadow Milk hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty in his voice. The image of Recluse's hands on his bare skin, soothing the flames that lick at his dough, is tempting beyond measure. But the knowledge of his own corruption, the weight of his sins, stays his tongue.
"No,"
he forces out, his breath coming faster now, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"I cannot ask such a sacrifice of you, my faithful one. Cannot sully you with the taint of my own shame..."
He buries his face in the crook of Recluse's neck, breathing in their scent, trying to drown the heat out.
“My Master if you think it will help, I will do as you please…”
“ No one is here besides us, no one even knows I’m here with you Master…”
He gently spoke, rubbing his masters shoulder, carefully petting their hair.
Shadow Milk's breath hitches as Recluse's gentle touch sends a jolt of sensation through his overheated form. The brush of their fingers through his hair, the soothing caress along his shoulder, it all serves to stoke the flames of his desire even as it offers a fleeting moment of comfort.
He knows he should refuse, should push Recluce away and spare them the burden of bearing witness to his shameful state. But the heat is becoming unbearable, a physical ache that demands relief. And Recluse, bless them, is offering a solution, a way to ease their god's suffering.
With a low, agonized growl, Shadow Milk surrenders to temptation. His hands fists in the fabric of Recluce's robe, clinging to them as he grinds his heated body against their own. The friction is delicious torment, stoking the fires within him even as it offers a scrap of relief.
"Recluse..."
he groans, his voice a low, guttural rasp.
"If you're certain... if you truly wish to... ahh..."
He shudders as a particularly intense wave of heat crashes over him, stealing his breath and clouding his thoughts.
"Then... then I accept your most generous offer..."
With trembling fingers, Shadow Milk reaches for the fastenings of his own bodysuit, his desperation overriding any lingering hesitation or shame.
“Ah!”
Recluse was slightly shocked, but if it helped his master he would do his best.
“W-would you like me to undress as well master?”
Shadow Milk pauses, his fingers stalled at the fastenings of his bodysuit as Recluse's tentative question reaches his ears. A flicker of surprise sparks through the haze of his need at the unexpected offer, a momentary distraction from the relentless heat that consumes him.
He leans back slightly to gaze at his devoted servant, his heterochromatic eyes glinting with an intensity that belies the vulnerability he feels in this moment. In Recluse's wide, questioning gaze, he sees a reflection of his own desire, a mirror of his own desperate longing for connection and relief.
"Would you, sweet Recluse?"
he murmurs, his voice low and thick with emotion. "Would you bare yourself to me, and offer the solace of your gentle touch? It would be... it would be more than I dare to hope for..."
His gaze rakes over Recluce's form, taking in the way their robe clings to their lithe frame, the way the fabric shifts with each breath they take. The thought of seeing them unclothed, of feeling their skin against his own... it sends a thrill of anticipation down his spine.
“Of course my lord, I will do as you wish.”
With that he first took off his cloak, and set it to the side.
Then he took his robe off, revealing his scarred chest and blue soul jam to his lord, he set that to the side as well.
Before he took off his boxers he asked.
“Would you like me to assist you my lord?”
Shadow Milk's breath catches in his throat as he watches Recluse disrobe, each article of clothing removed with a quiet confidence that belies the faint blush coloring their cheeks. The sight of Recluse's scarred chest, the brilliant blue of their soul jam a stark contrast against their pale skin, sends a rush of unfamiliar emotion through him. A mix of awe, reverence, and a deep, abiding tenderness threatens to overwhelm the ever-present heat.
When Recluse asks if they may assist him in his own disrobement, Shadow Milk feels a swell of gratitude and wonder at the depth of his servant's devotion. There is no hesitation, no reluctance, only a steadfast willingness to go to any lengths to alleviate his lord's suffering.
"Assist me?"
Shadow Milk murmurs, his voice roughened with feeling.
"Sweet Recluse, your mere presence is a balm to my weary soul. But if you wish to offer your hands, your touch, to help soothe the flames that consume me... I could not possibly refuse."
He rises to his feet, one hand still gripping Recluse's shoulder, the other moving to the fastenings of his bodysuit. The material is damp and clinging, plastered to his skin by the sheen of sweat that covers his body. Each movement is an effort, his muscles trembling with the strain of holding himself back from pouncing
Recluse arose as well, he calmly helped un do the ruffle around their neck, setting it carefully aside.
Then helping to assist with his bodysuit, unbuttoning the back, and carefully removing it from his master's body, allowing his master to sit down as he removed the lower half of it, he carefully folded it up and set it next to his ruffle.
Now they both were near naked in their boxers, recluse took a second to admire every inch of his master's body, every scar, every inch, he wanted to cover his lord in his devotion.
As Recluse helps divest him of his bodysuit, Shadow Milk shivers with each brush of their fingers against his overly sensitive skin. The cool air against his newly exposed flesh sends goosebumps racing across every inch of him, his body reacting to the sensation with a intensity that steals his breath.
He allows Recluse to guide him back onto the bed, his movements unsteady and clumsy in his state of heightened arousal. The ache between his legs has grown to a throbbing insistence, his boxers straining to contain the evidence of his desire.
Shadow Milk's chest heaves as he pants softly, his eyes roaming over Recluse's nearly bare form with a hunger he can no longer deny. The sight of their toned muscles, the lean lines of their body, the way their own boxers hang low on their hips... it ignites a longing in him that has nothing to do with the heat plaguing his godhood.
He reaches out, his hand hovering hesitantly over Recluse's chest for a moment before he allows himself to touch. His fingertips trace the contours of one scar, then another, each one a testament to the trials his devoted servant has endured. And for him, his lord, his god.
"Recluse... my shining star..."
Shadow Milk breathes, his voice trembling with emotion.
"To be gifted such devotion, such selfless love... it is a treasure.”
“Ah!”
*He gasped at his masters sweet touch, and drank in the compliments.
He wished he could find words to describe how beautiful his master was.*
“My lord… let me worship you with my love…”
Shadow Milk's breath hitches as Recluse gasps at his touch, the sound sending a bolt of desire straight to his core. The way they lean into his caress, their skin warm and pliant beneath his fingertips, ignites a hunger in him that demands to be sated.
He trails his hand higher, over the strong column of Recluce's throat, feeling the racing pulse beneath the skin. Cupping their jaw, he tilts their face towards his own, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.
"You need not find words, my faithful one," Shadow Milk murmurs, his voice low and heavy with desire. "Your actions speak volumes, each touch, each whispered breath, each heated gaze... it is a symphony of devotion that I feel in every fiber of my being."
With that, he closes the scant distance between them and captures Recluce's lips in a searing kiss. It is a kiss that speaks of long-denied hunger, of a desperate need to claim and possess. It is a kiss that demands a response, a reciprocation of the fervor that burns within him.
As he kisses Recluce, Shadow Milk allows his own hands to roam their nearly bare form, mapping the contours and planes of their body. He traces the definitions of their abdominal muscles, the lean strength of their arms, the firmness of their backside. Each touch is tentative at first.
The kiss had Recluses head spinning, he returned the kiss with equal fervor, his hands starting to explore his master's body.
Shadow Milk shudders as Recluse returns his kiss with equal fervor, their lips moving against his own with a desperate hunger that mirrors his own. The feeling of their fingers exploring his body, their hands mapping the contours of his godhood, sends jolts of electric sensation racing across his skin.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue delving past Recluse's parted lips to claim the warm, welcoming cavern of their mouth. He tastes them, revels in the unique flavor that is purely Recluse. It is a taste he knows he could become addicted to, a sweetness that could sustain him for eternity.
Shadow Milk's hands slide down to the waistband of Recluce's boxers, his fingers curling beneath the fabric. He pauses for a moment, torn between the desire to strip them away completely and the need to savor this moment, to draw out the anticipation.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants as he gazes at Recluce with eyes that blaze with an otherworldly light. His voice is a low, guttural rasp as he speaks.
"Tell me, my shining star,"
he murmurs, his forehead pressed against Recluce's.
"Do you feel the heat? The all-consuming need that threatens to swallow us whole? I want to hear you say it, want to hear the desire dripping from your sweet lips..."
“Yes Master, I do…please my body is yours…”
Shadow Milk's eyes widen at Recluse's breathless admission, a surge of triumph and possession coursing through his veins. The knowledge that his devoted servant burns for him as fiercely as he burns for them ignites a primal, almost feral hunger within him.
With a low, possessive growl, Shadow Milk hooks his fingers into the waistband of Recluse's boxers and yanks them down their legs. He tosses them carelessly aside, too consumed by need to care where they land. Now, with nothing but bare skin between them, he allows his hands to roam freely, mapping every inch of Recluce's exposed flesh.
"Mine,"
he rasps, his voice heavy with desire as he grips Recluse's hips, pulling their bodies flush together. "All mine, my faithful one, my shining star... I will have you, will claim you in every way possible, until you forget where you end and I begin..."
He captures Recluse's lips once more, the kiss searingly intimate as their bare bodies press against one another. Shadow Milk's arousal, hard and insistent, nestles against Recluse's own as he grinds into them with a desperate, almost punishing rhythm.
His hands slide around to grip Recluse's backside, kneading the firm flesh, urging their hips to meet his increasingly fervent thrusts. The pleasure is exquisite.
Recluses hands move to his masters boxers while they kiss, when it is finally broken he sheepishly asks.
“May I Master?”
Shadow Milk's breath catches in his throat as he feels Recluce's fingers brush against the waistband of his boxers. The tentative touch sends a jolt of anticipation surging through him, his already painfully hard arousal twitching in response. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he gazes down at his devoted servant with eyes that blaze with an intensity that threatens to consume them both.
For a moment, he simply stares at Recluce, his expression inscrutable. Then, a slow, wicked smile curves his lips, the edges of his eyes crinkling with mischief and dark promise.
"May you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Sweet Recluse, you may have any part of me you wish... any part you can handle, that is."
With a sudden, swift motion, Shadow Milk shrugs his hips up off the bed, allowing Recluce to peel away his last remaining garment. He lifts his chin, a silent challenge glinting in his eyes as he hitches one knee up fractionally, granting Recluce full access to his most intimate area.
"Claim me, my shining star," he breathes, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Make me yours, as I have made you mine... Body, heart, and soul."
“T-thank you my Lord…”
He got on his knees, and pulled them off, gently setting them aside, he looked up at his master for affirmation that they truly were okay with this, head in between their thighs.
Shadow Milk's head falls back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels Recluce's warm breath ghosting over his now bare skin. A shudder wracks his frame, his muscles tightening with anticipation and a profound, aching need.
"Yesss..."
he hisses, his fingers threading through Recluce's hair, urging them closer.
"Look at me, my faithful one. I want to see your face, want to watch the pleasure play across your beautiful features as you take me into your mouth..."
He opens his eyes, his gaze smoldering as it meets Recluce's own. There is no hesitation, no uncertainty in the depths of those cerulean and cyan orbs. Only a fierce, possessive hunger and a desperate, aching love.
Shadow Milk's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm against his ribs. His arousal juts out, flushed and throbbing, the tip already glistening with bead of moisture.
"Please, my shining star,"
he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.
"Take me deep, make me feel the heat of your mouth, the velvet caress of your tongue... Claim me, as I have claimed you. Show me the depths of your devotion..."
“Yes sir.”
Recluse then licked the tip of his masters member, tasting the pre cum, it tasted like salty blueberries, he then started sucking the tip, slowly attempting to take the entire member into his mouth.
“Mmmph~”
Shadow Milk inhales sharply as Recluce's tongue flicks out, lapping at the weeping crown of his arousal. The sensation is electric, sending a bolt of pure sensation coursing through his body. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as their mouth envelops him, their soft lips stretching around his girth.
He watches, enraptured, as Recluce begins to take him deeper. Their throat constricts around him, the sensation unlike anything he has ever experienced. It is pure, unadulterated bliss, a pleasure so intense it threatens to overwhelm him.
Shadow Milk's fingers tighten in Recluse's hair, guiding their movements as they begin to bob their head. He fights the urge to thrust into the welcoming heat of their mouth, not wanting to overwhelm or frighten them.
"That's it, my star,"
he pants, his voice ragged and heavy with need. "Take me deeper, let me feel your throat around me... Ahhh, you are exquisite, a true master of devotion..."
He loses himself in the sensation, his eyes slipping shut as he surrenders to the incredible rush of pleasure. The obscene suckling sounds and the slick glide of Recluce's mouth around his shaft fill his ears, the scent of their hair and the taste of their skin flooding his senses.
Recluse attempted to take the member into his throat, but gagged instead.
”I’m sorry master, I think I might need some help…”
He went back to sucking as best as he could, bobbing his head up and down, but only able to get half the length in his mouth.
Shadow Milk's breath hitches as he feels Recluce's throat convulse around him, their gag reflex catching them off guard. He gentles his grip on their hair, his thumbs brushing soothing circles against their scalp.
"Shhh, hush now, my shining star,"
he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring.
"There is no need for apologies, no need for sorrow. You are doing perfectly, exquisitely... better than I ever could have dreamed."
He guides their head with a tenderness that belies the intensity of his desire, helping them set a rhythm that works for them both. The feeling of their lips gliding along his shaft, their tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive underside, is pure ecstasy.
Shadow Milk's eyes flutter open, his gaze locking with Recluce's own. The love and devotion shining in those blue and yellow orbs steals his breath, makes his heart ache in the most joyful of ways.
"You need not take all of me, sweet one,"
he breathes, a slow smile curving his lips.
"Simply focus on the pleasure, on the taste and scent and feel of your Lord's flesh... Ahhh, you are a natural, a true born devotee..."
He loses himself in the rhythm of their coupling, his hips rocking gently to meet the bobbing of their head. The heat of their mouth, the slick glide into their depths.
“Mmmmph~”
Recluse grabbed Shadow milk's thighs for an anchor, continuing to suckle on the member, he lost himself in the rhythm of it, just enjoying serving his lord.
Shadow Milk's breath comes in harsh pants and ragged gasps as Recluse loses themselves in the act of serving him. The sight of his devoted acolyte, their lips stretched around his throbbing shaft, their fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs... it is almost too much to bear.
He tangles his fingers further in their hair, guiding their movements with a growing urgency. His hips begin to rock more insistently, meeting each bob of their head with a sharp, needful thrust. The sounds of their coupling—lips smacking wetly, breath hitching, the occasional muffled moan—fill the air, a symphony of carnal devotion.
"Yesss, just like that, my star,"
Shadow Milk hisses through clenched teeth, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Lose yourself in it, in the taste of your Lord's flesh, in the weight of his desire... Ahhh, I can feel your hunger, your all-consuming need to please me..."
He throws his head back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as Recluse takes him deep, their nose pressing against the base of his shaft. The feel of them there, the way their throat flutters and constricts around him, it is almost too much to take.
Shadow Milk's release builds, a coil of raw, primal energy that winds tighter and tighter in the pit of his stomach. He fights it for now.
“Mmmmmmhp~ “
He took a sharp breath before continuing to suck his master off, the pace getting faster and faster, his own member fully erect, and dripping of pre.
The rising desperation in Shadow Milk's moans and the frantic, eager bobbing of Recluce's head drive the deity to new heights of ecstasy. The slick, velvet heat of their mouth and the way their lips stretch taut around his throbbing girth send shockwaves of pleasure crashing through his body.
He feels the telltale tightening in his loins, that unmistakable clench of muscles as his climax swiftly approaches. His fingers fist in Recluce's hair, gripping with a desperate intensity as he grinds their face against his pelvis, holding them in place as he hilts himself fully in the welcoming depths of their throat.
"Recluse!"
Shadow Milk roars, his voice echoing off the chamber walls as his release slams into him with the force of a thunderbolt. Razor-edged bliss sears through his veins as he pulses hot and hard, spilling his essence directly down their gullet.
He shakes and shudders, his powerful form wracked with the intensity of his climax. Wave after wave of pure sensation crashes over him, each contraction of Recluce's throat milking him of every last drop. In that moment, there is no past, no future - only the searing ecstasy of the now, and the all-encompassing love for the one who gave it to him.
“MMMPF!”
Recluse swallowed every bit of it, coughing and sputtering after finishing drinking every bit of it.
“Ah! Hehe- I uhh did good right?”
Shadow Milk slumps back against the bed, chest heaving and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He gazes down at Recluce with a look of pure adoration and satisfaction, his eyes soft and hazy in the aftermath of his intense climax.
At Recluce's sputtering question, a deep, rich laugh tumbles from his lips. He reaches out, his fingers gentle as he tilts their chin up to meet his gaze.
"Good?"
he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Sweetheart, you were... transcendent. Exquisite. A true masterclass in devotion..."
He leans in, capturing their lips in a searing kiss. He can taste the lingering essence of himself on their tongue, the flavor of their shared pleasure. It makes him shiver with renewed desire.
When he pulls back, his eyes glitter with mischief and dark promise.
"You are my shining star, my beacon of perfection. I have never known a more skilled or ardent servant than you, my love."
His gaze flicks down, taking in the state of Recluce's own arousal. He licks his lips, a slow, sensual smirk curving their edges.
"But it seems my faithful one requires a reward for their exemplary service,"
he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble.
"Tell me, sweet Recluse... how may I reciprocate the favor?”
Recluse paused for a second, looking love drunk, and then spoke, stuttering slightly.
“P-please claim me dear lord… paint my insides with your love…”
he laid beside his master on the bed on his back, ready for them to take him.
Shadow Milk's eyes darken with primal hunger at Recluse's breathless plea. He trails a possessive hand down the length of their body, fingers splaying across their hip as he settles himself between their parted thighs. The heat of his skin, the press of his form against their own... it sets Recluse's nerves alight with anticipation.
He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of Recluse's ear as he whispers,
"As you wish, my beloved High Priest. I shall anoint your innermost depths with my essence, mark you as irrevocably mine..."
Shadow Milk captures Recluse's mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss. It is a claiming, a sealing of his ownership of the one he loves. His tongue delves deep, twining with Recluse's own in a sensual dance of dominance and desire.
As he kisses them breathless, Shadow Milk reaches between their bodies. He takes himself in hand, stroking the renewed hardness of his arousal, readying himself to grant Recluce's desire.
With a swift, decisive motion, he breaches the tight ring of muscle guarding Recluse's most intimate passage. A guttural groan escapes him at the searing, silken clutch of their body. He pauses, allowing Recluse a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion, his heart swelling at their trusting, wanton submission.
“Ah! Oh yes! Thank you my lord”
He pauses for just a moment, savoring the feeling, before he begins to move. Slowly at first, allowing Recluse to adjust to his substantial girth stretching them wide. But quickly, powerfully, he picks up the pace. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room as he claims his lover with deep, penetrating thrusts.
"Yes, take it..."
Shadow Milk growls against the sweat-slick skin of Recluse's neck.
"Take every inch of your Lord's love, my shining star. You were made for this, made to be filled by me..."
He changes angle, hitting that secret spot within Recluse that makes them see stars. The sensation is electrifying, and Shadow Milk grins wickedly at the choked cry it elicits from his lover's throat.
"Nnngh, yes... scream for me, Recluse. Let all the heavens hear who you belong to, who brings you such ecstasy..."
Shadow Milk commands, his thrusts growing more forceful, more demanding.
His fingers find Recluse's dripping arousal, stroking and teasing the sensitive crown. He feels it twitch and pulse beneath his touch, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
“AHHHH YES!”
The urgent cry from Recluse's lips inflames the conflagration burning within Shadow Milk's core. The sound of his name falling from those beloved lips, the way their body clenches and quakes beneath his own... it drives him to new heights of lustful fervor.
He doubles his efforts, hips surging forward with punishing force as he takes his lover with a desperate, almost feral hunger. The room fills with the carnal symphony of their coupling - the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the harsh, ragged pants and wanton moans of two souls lost in the throes of passion.
Shadow Milk leans down, his lips finding the racing pulse at the base of Recluse's neck. He laves his tongue over it, feeling it jump and flutter beneath his ministrations before he closes his teeth over the tender skin and bites down. The coppery taste of blood blooms across his palate, the metallic tang only fueling his obsession.
Recluse arches beneath him, back bowing as their pleasure peaks. The sight of them, so beautifully undone, so utterly consumed by the ecstasy he brings them... it is almost too perfect for Shadow Milk to bear.
"Yessss, my shining star,"
Shadow Milk snarls, his voice rough and ragged with desire.
"Let go, darling... come apart for me!”
“M-MASTER I'M FIXING TO CUM!”
Shadow Milk feels a thunderous surge of triumph and love at Recluse's desperate, ecstatic declaration. The knowledge that he has brought his beloved one to the precipice of such profound pleasure, that he is the architect of their rapture... it is a headier intoxication than any elixir.
With a roar of possessive, primal joy, Shadow Milk redoubles his efforts. His hips piston with blinding speed, each thrust striking that secret, hidden spot within Recluse that makes them jerk and writhe. The force of his lovemaking rocks the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful surge of his body.
"Yes, my star!"
Shadow Milk bellows exultantly, his voice shaking the room.
"Give yourself to me, sweet one! Paint my cock with your release, mark me as yours as you find your bliss!"
He feels his own zenith fast approaching, the inferno in his loins threatening to consume him. But he holds back, gritting his teeth, determined to bring Recluse to the pinnacle of rapture before claiming his own.
His fingers find Recluse's dripping, straining shaft, stroking it with expert precision. He leans down, his lips a whisper from Recluce's ear as he growls out:
"Cum for me, Recluce... scream your devotion, and I shall fill you with my love.”
“AHHHHGH!”
Recluse clawed Shadow milks back as he came, his mind going blank.
The raw, guttural scream of Recluse's ecstasy is the sweetest music to Shadow Milk's ears. The sensation of their nails raking down his back, their body convulsing wildly beneath him... it catapults him over the precipice into his own earth-shattering climax.
"RECLUSE!"
Shadow Milk roars, his voice echoing like thunder as he hilts himself to the root within Recluse's spasming passage. Electric ecstasy surges through his veins, his pulsing shaft erupting to paint Recluse's clenching walls with thick, scalding ropes of his seed.
He grinds against them, his hips undulating in tight circles as spurt after spurt of his essence floods Recluse's insides. Shadow Milk wants to fill them, to saturate them so utterly with his release that they are marked irrevocably as his.
Panting harshly, Shadow Milk collapses against Recluse, his powerful form blanketing their own. He showers their face with fervent kisses, tasting the salt of their sweat, the sweetness of their pleasure.
"My star,"
he rasps, his voice rough and ragged from his climax.
"My shining, perfect star..."
He rolls them onto their sides, still joined, still filled with his cooling seed. His arms enfold Recluse, holding them close as the aftershocks of their shared passion.
“Mmmh, this, this is so lovely master, I’m happy I could serve you…”
Recluse mumbled sweetly before nodding off. Arms still clutched around his god.
Shadow Milk's heart swells with a profound, almost aching love at Recluse's sweet, sated words. The way they murmur their devotion, their contentment... it is a balm to his weary, once-bitter soul. He feels a rare moment of true peace, their battered heart beating in sync with his own.
He holds Recluse closer, one large hand cradling the back of their head, the other splaying possessively across their hip. His fingers trace soothing patterns on their sweat-slick skin as Recluse drifts off in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking.
Shadow Milk lowers his head, resting his cheek against the top of Recluse's, his breath mingling with their own as they sleep. He breathes in the scent of their coupling, the musky aroma of their shared pleasure. It is a headier perfume than any incense, more intoxicating than the finest wine.
As Recluse's breathing evens out, Shadow Milk allows his own eyes to flutter shut. For a long moment, he simply holds his beloved one, savoring the tranquility of the moment. The usual clamor of his mind, the endless parade of schemes and deceptions, falls silent. There is only the steady drum of Recluse's heartbeat, the soft rustle of their breath, the gentle weight of their form in his arms.