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Shadow Milk was swinging his legs in his hair, swooping up and down in the air in Pure Vanilla’s headquarters, he was giggling like a fool as he rambled on about how his other half’s reaction could be when he swung the door open and would be greeted by this marvellous sight of his finest creation…
“Oh, doll face… I hope this all lives up to your expectations… After all, it is all created by me, the best performer, best illusionist on all Earthbread.” The blue jester threw his head back and laughed.
It was deep in the night. Everyone in the kingdom must be fast asleep, yet Pure Vanilla was still nowhere to be seen. By this hour, he should be back in his room for his usual sleeping time. It was… concerning. Shadow Milk felt a pang of suspicion in his chest, thinking about all the possibilities that the former king could be doing. Since after the Beast Yeast venturing he had done, Pure Vanilla still couldn’t adapt to his new life, awakening and gaining his new form.
Shadow Milk secretly missed Truthless Recluse. By far, he was the best form of Pure Vanilla that the jester had enjoyed. There was no turning back now though.
The beast waved the blueberry sceptre in his hand, and in a click, the candles set around the bed area were all lit up, illuminating the dark room slightly with their eerily blue firelight. Pure Vanilla would be thrilled to see all this. Shadow Milk smirked without realising at the thought of that, the glee, the shock, and perhaps the hidden desire behind that innocent smile of his… They say, the ones who look like they have the purest soul do, in fact, have the most evil and freaky thoughts behind those eyes.
The nights that they have shared for the past few weeks had immediately proved that as a fact. And tonight, Shadow Milk had come up with a fabulous idea to introduce his other half to.
Shadow Milk levitated around the room, checking whether the blankets were folded up neatly on the bed, confirming whether the candles were well-lit and functioning. The blue haired snapped his clawed fingers, before a few mirrors appeared from thin air, one huge one hovering right above the bed, showing a clear image of the whole bed, while two smaller ones floated next side by side, displaying the images of the edges of the bed. He couldn’t wait any longer. The trickster smiled when he tried laying on the bed and staring into the mirror, seeing his smug face look right back to him with a lustful gaze.
It was perfect .
Footsteps echoed from outside the private quarters. They were slow yet steady. Shadow Milk felt a little giddy in his heart, as he crossed his arms and sat against the pillows, a leg crossed against the other knee.
Pure Vanilla had gently swung the door open, and he first took in a gasp. “Oh! Shadow Milk Cookie!” He exclaimed as he saw the blue figure gently lit up in the darkness, the blue candle light being the sole source of brightness in the room. He looked straight onto Shadow Milk, then around the room, then onto Shadow Milk again.
“Well? What do you think, Vanilla ?” Shadow Milk raised a brow and winked, “I think it’s time that we gotta break the vanilla routine of ours, don't you think?”
“…Oh, oh, uhm.” Pure Vanilla laughed awkwardly, “I like your snark.” He smiled, his eyes thinning into two crescents. Shadow Milk cleared his throat but the blonde interrupted him, “As much as I want to continue the fun with you… I’m really tired, bluebird. I—” He owed slightly, frowning.
“N-No! This is not it, beautiful. After all this effort? You cannot just deny…” Shadow Milk took in a gasp. “You cannot do this to me.” He summoned threads that quickly wrapped around the blonde’s wrists and arms, pulling him forward to the bed, in which Pure Vanilla landed on the bed face first, letting out a groan.
“There you are.” Shadow Milk chuckled and ruffled his long blonde hair, his clawed hands scratching onto the blonde’s scalp and massaging, “You said you are tired, right baby? Then let me take care of you. Let me help you relax after such a long day… let me do all the dirty work. I will make sure you feel good, my pretty doll.”
Shadow Milk waved his hand and the glowing blue threads around Pure Vanilla’s body disappeared. He slowly flipped Pure Vanilla around, before climbing on top of his body, his clawed fingers tracing the side of Pure Vanilla’s sides. He reached for the Souljam, leaning closely and licking a stripe on the surface, plunging his tongue deeper into the jam, earning a choked gasp from the Ancient. “Please…” Pure Vanilla’s brows furrowed and desperately grasped onto Shadow Milk’s hair. Shadow Milk clicked his fingers, and Pure Vanilla’s (very pure, wink wink) robes disappeared into thin air. The blonde shivered at the feeling of the sudden chill.
“H-Hey, bluebird, that was quite unfair, don’t you think?” He looked into the other man’s eyes, “I’m naked. And you’re still… fully clothed. Isn’t it– quite indecent? We have to play this game nice and fair, honey.” Pure Vanilla thrusted his hips against Shadow Milk, seeking for friction. The man felt wetness between his thighs, he was just leaking involuntarily. He needed Shadow Milk so much.
“Oh, my sweet canary. We are just getting started. The night is far from ending… I have plenty of time to play with my cute little doll. Aren’t you just the sweetest~?” Shadow Milk drawled, his eyes glistening with mischief, like a wolf stalking his prey.
The mirror hovered lower from the ceiling, making Pure Vanilla’s eyes widen at the sight of himself, who stared into the image of himself right into his own heterochromatic eyes. He noticed how his whole face was blushing, no doubt. He felt like his whole body was on fire, burning with desire, with Shadow Milk right on top of him, rubbing circles around his clit, making him feel so nice, so heavenly, so pleasurable. He sure did know where to touch him, where to make him feel that good.
Shadow Milk let go of the blonde’s body, while the blonde gasped for more air from all the teasing. The beast laughed at his reaction. He crawled under Pure Vanilla’s body, holding him from behind as they sat upright, with the ancient’s bare back held flush against Shadow Milk’s chest.
Pure Vanilla turned his head back, just to see Shadow Milk’s mouth attached to his shoulder, sucking a hickey, leaving a love bite. He blinked and closed his eyes, relaxing his shoulders, letting Shadow Milk take good care of him and his soul, enjoying how Shadow Milk’s hands were tracing all over his body, his sharp claws making Pure Vanilla tremble in nervousness. The claws scraped his nipples gently, making the blonde jerk up, his pussy throbbing for more pressure. He needed him to be inside, ruin him, his body, his mind… Oh, he is losing his marbles.
Shadow Milk raised his brows at Pure Vanilla’s very curious reactions. He loved to see how much he was responding to his touch and stimuli.
“Aren’t you just my pretty little thing? Such a good boy.” Shadow Milk cooed, and the blonde secretly preened at that praise. He slowly turned his head, a hand shaking out to reach for the blue cookie’s face, seeking for a kiss. The jester, of course, obliged, leaning in and capturing Pure Vanilla’s soft lips with his own, gently savouring the other’s taste. Pure Vanilla breath was shaky, hot puffs of air coming straight from his mouth, as he tried to kiss back.
“L-Love you, Shadow… Please, please—!” Pure Vanilla trembled against Shadow Milk, pulling away from the kiss, this time grabbing Shadow Milk’s hand, forcing him to touch, to shove his fingers down his heat…
“Patience, patience, my dear.” Shadow Milk’s low chuckle had his throat vibrate, sending shivers Pure Vanilla’s spine. He crept a few fingers around his clit again, this time more ambitious, shoving a few fingers into his pussy, stretching his walls with his two fingers, the pleasure and pain all swirled up in Pure Vanilla, in which he let out a quiet scream at the sensation.
Shadow Milk waved his hand, and the huge mirror which was originally hovering horizontally on top of the bed came floating back down, right by the end of the bed, reflecting the image of Pure Vanilla, in all his naked glory, kneeling on the bed, with Shadow Milk clung to the back of him.
“Look at you, my shining star.” Shadow Milk bit on the end of Pure Vanilla’s ear, his long blonde hair, tousled and messy, sprawled everywhere on his tanned dough, “You wouldn’t want to waste this precious opportunity to see what I see right, doll?” He forced Pure Vanilla to look forward into the mirror, seeing how his dough was flushed in a deep pink.
Shadow Milk’s clothes dissolved like ink into the air, the dark black liquid dripping down the bed and disappearing into the dark shadows in the room. He sat closer, his cock, already leaking with precum, grinded against Pure Vanilla’s curved back, seeking friction. Pure Vanilla gasped, but he didn’t struggle. He wanted this. He wanted Shadow Milk to show him what it is like to be fully cared for, fully loved… It felt like heaven. To be held gently among his lover’s arms, never to be let go again.
“Put it in… I’m ready.” Pure Vanilla grumbled, his voice filled with lust and desire.
“Put what in, exactly?”
“Y-You know what I want.”
“I’m afraid I would have to ask you to be more specific, darling.”
Pure Vanilla writhed in Shadow Milk’s arms, refusing to say anything. He was a tad bit ashamed, he must admit. Seeing how his body was reacting to his lover’s touch, and it was shown clear as day in the mirror, “Put your cock in me, my dear… I need you.”
“Did no one teach you about manners before?”
Pure Vanilla blushed harder at that comment, his face burning , “…Please, Shadow Milk.”
That was the only encouragement Shadow Milk needed before shoving himself into the hilt, thrusting ever so slowly, taking his time as he was engulfed in the sickly sweet, seductive walls. He didn’t hold back anymore, moans spilling from his lips, staring into his own eyes in the mirror. He could easily see all the scratch marks on his chest, his legs; a symbol of how Shadow Milk had owned him, a sign of how much he belonged.
His master was just holding him gently, fucking into him tenderly, “Tell me how good I’m making you feel? Look into the mirror, darling, see how cute you look all flustered and blushing like that.” Shadow Milk purred, nudging his nose against the crook of Pure Vanilla’s neck, encouraging him, he was thrusting his cock with increasing force.
The blonde obeyed, the mirror reflecting his increasing blush.
“Do you see how deep I’m going inside you, Vanilla?” Shadow Milk muttered, “Not feeling so vanilla now, are we?”
Pure Vanilla groaned at the joke, his hands trying to grasp for anything to anchor himself on. His ears were boiling hot, as he felt how Shadow Milk had been very much trying his best to make him feel good. Pure Vanilla moaned at the loss of the cock as Shadow Milk pulled out, mouth leaning in close for another kiss. Shadow Milk laid down Pure Vanilla onto the bed by his back again, letting the Ancient rest his head on the pillow gently, kissing his cheek before seeking for the entrance of his cunt, shoving in without warning.
Pure Vanilla arched his back at the pleasure, pulling Shadow Milk close. His other hand reached behind to hold onto the headboard, the bed creaking in rhythm with Shadow Milk’s increasingly violent thrusts.
“Deeper… Fuck me harder…”
“As you wish, my dear. This is your relaxation session after all.” He nodded, “So, this is what you look like when I squeeze your soft, submissive soul…”
Pure Vanilla bit his lips, hard, trying to suppress his own moans.
“C’mon, don’t be shy, my sweet canary. Sing for me… Your moans are like music to my ears.”
“Coming—” Pure Vanilla turned his head to look sideways, the mirror following his gaze as he looked into his own naked body again, seeing more red marks littered on his shoulders and chest. He was panting hard. “Milk—” He moaned as his body shuddered violently, feeling his warm walls clench around Shadow Milk’s cock, who started thrusting harder and quicker, sweet warmth pooling in his stomach, liquid gushing out, staining the sheets.
“Your kind little request has its cost, you know,” Shadow Milk growled, “I’ve satisfied you enough. It’s time for you to repay the favour.”
A flash of horror shot in Pure Vanilla’s eyes, but soon, an evil glint replaced that shock. It wasn’t the first time they have done something like this, plus, it was just an addition of mirrors around the room, surrounding them, showing the former king what it looked like in the jester’s eyes. He liked to share. He always did.
Shadow Milk flipped their positions, with him laying on the bed on his back, his cock still engulfed by Pure Vanilla’s soft cunt. Pure Vanilla had his legs folded right beside the sides of Shadow Milk’s torso, slowly moving his hips up and down as he rode down from his high. The Beast held out his arms, his claws grabbing onto the blonde’s narrow hips, helping him move on top of him. Pure Vanilla threw his head back, whispering quiet pleas, his face painted a bright red.
“There… Shadow—Hit there again… Please!” Pure Vanilla whimpered, feeling tears well in his eyes from the pleasure as Shadow Milk’s half lidded, lust-filled eyes looked up at his face, admiring the beauty of his naked lover on top of him. Pure Vanilla reached out as Shadow Milk hit his sweet spot again and again, his hips moving back and forth to seek more friction in the area, crying out loud when Shadow Milk hit too hard.
“You’re gorgeous, my dear.” The Beast praised as Pure Vanilla licked his lips, trying to suppress the smile growing on his face, “I’ve pleased you enough, try your best to please me, huh?” He loved it when Shadow Milk was being honest with him, especially during sex, that silver tongue rarely lied when it came to intimate moments in the bed. Usually, Shadow Milk would lie about almost everything, and Pure Vanilla had learnt that Shadow Milk always meant the opposite. It was cute for him to do that, but also frustrating for the blonde to always guess the true meaning and intentions behind those smart words of his.
“Yes, yes , all yours… Master…” Pure Vanilla dragged his hands on top of Shadow Milk’s chest, playfully pinching his nipples, earning a surprised gasp from the Beast.
“Hey! No playing foul, Nilly.” Shadow Milk panted, reaching an arm to stroke Pure Vanilla’s cheek. The blonde held the hand on his face, rubbing gentle circles onto the back of his hand.
“But you like it, don’t you? As well as I know that you are a good liar… Sometimes you have to be honest with me.” He smirked. Pure Vanilla rested his hands on Shadow Milk’s chest, bouncing harder on his cock. “I’m close, Bluebird—Have I pleasured you enough to your liking? Can I— please— come?”
“M-Me too…Go ahead, Vanilla—!” Shadow Milk growled, thrusting in one last time before filling Pure Vanilla’s insides up with his hot cum, while Pure Vanilla came for the second time that night.
Pure Vanilla basked in his post-orgasmic bliss, still sitting on top of Shadow Milk. His chest was heaving up and down, and unknowingly, his vision of the mirror’s image blurred. It didn’t hit him that he was crying, until Shadow Milk mentioned it.
“Vanilla?” He called out, upon sight of Pure Vanilla’s uncontrollable tears, he gently brought Pure Vanilla to the side, letting them lay onto the bed in a more comfortable position before pulling himself out of his body. “Nilly?” He called out gently, trying to gain his attention when he realised Pure Vanilla was zoning out, his head resting on the pillow.
Pure Vanilla’s eyes were unfocused, and Shadow Milk realised the tears that were slowly falling down from his eyes, making the pillow damp. He chuckled slightly, shifting closer to his other half and wrapped his arms around him, letting Pure Vanilla snuggle closer to his cool body. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk right now. Don’t you cry, my beautiful doll. Although you look breathtaking. Always.” He stroked Pure Vanilla’s cheek and kissed his tears away, in which the blonde finally looked back into Shadow Milk’s eyes.
“…It’s alright,” Pure Vanilla whispered after a long silent moment, a gentle smile on his face, “I was just… thinking.”
“Thinking about what?” He raised a brow.
“About how you are staying with me right now. I’m pleased that you are here. It’s been a while since the incident at the Spire, you know that. And… you have been really lonely all this time. I don’t want you to feel that way again. I just want to keep you safe by my side.”
“…” Shadow Milk looked away, a faint blue painting his cheeks, as his lips trembled, attempting to say something, but nothing came out.
“You alright?” The blonde frowned.
“Never better, Nilly.” Shadow Milk beamed, holding Pure Vanilla’s bare body close, letting sleep overtake their minds. Just right before he sought for a kiss, Shadow Milk whispered in Pure Vanilla’s ear, “Don't worry about a thing, Pure Vanilla Cookie.” Hearing that, the former ruler hugged Shadow Milk back, leaving a chaste kiss on his temple; a quiet reminder that he would always stay by his side.
“... I just don't want you to be lonely again.”
“You're so silly. I see no need to worry that much about me. Aren't I alive and well? Don't you have loads of work to do?” Shadow Milk tapped the blonde’s nose.
“But…” Pure Vanilla trailed off.
“Hush.” Shadow Milk silenced him.
In his lover’s arms, Pure Vanilla had never felt safer.