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The metal of the shackles dug into his wrists as he is led through the crowd. The carpet under him is well worn, and the red color is dull and faded. It crunches under his feet over the stone floor of the cavern. This city is under ground, hidden from the world, a whole place completely lost to the ages, or so was believed. The temple is a huge circle foundation, with a middle room built upon stairs that go to the top. What is inside that room is what Spencer Reid is afraid of. Not these men and women who have been deceived by that thing.
His hair has been brushed back, and oiled so it shines. His clothes were stripped when he was passed out from the sleeping draft they forced down his throat. He wears a white tunic and linen pants, with golden embroidered lines over the middle and wrists. A feast was prepared for him the night before, and today he is to be offered to whatever dwells in this temple.
It is nestled against the furthest part of the cave. This whole place lies under the expanse of forest, hidden clichély by a waterfall. Spencer was awake when he was brought into it, the water drenching him and the others quickly as they rowed in on wooden canoes. They travelled by water for a while before they came to a man made dock, where he was ushered off, along with the others that were taken. He isn’t sure where these victims are from, but he didn’t think there would be more than just him.
A short hike through the cave and through a narrow squeeze they came to a huge enclosure. It was magnificent, taking Spencer’s breath away as he took it all it. Before him were shallows pools of water containing bioluminescent coral and plants, with tiny fish that hopped from pool to pool. Interwoven between the pools were pathways of thick stone covered with an even thicker moss that made each step bounce. They crossed the widest part, towards the huge door at the other end of the enclosure.
The door was made of stone, and one it was curved two beautiful snakes, their tongues the handles of the door. Two sentinels, guards really, wearing heavy armory and carrying a ceremonial sword as well as guns stand there, and they move upon seeing them all emerge from the tight passage to pull open the door. Spencer held his breath as they went in and had to blink a couple times before believing it.
Before them is an even bigger cave system. They stand upon a raised platform, with wooden stairs leading down into the main of this place. Carved from the stone and sediment is a considerably huge city, its buildings round and bulbous, with more snakes interwoven throughout. It is lit with torches and strings of lights wrapped around the place. The supplies this group has been gathering litter the space, and Spencer thinks that these people stick out like sore thumbs.
Further in the cave is the temple he faces now. It is built into the wall, the circle stairs going up to the main room, like it is some palace. More snakes cover the surface of this building, as well as the only metal seen here aside from what the cult brought in themselves. That metal being pillars that hold the domed roof of this palace up. they are sleek in color, and though they seem to match the place, they look a little out of place.
During a case the BAU had stumbled upon the existence of what they believed to be an extension or rather continuation of Ben’s Believers, the doomsday cult they dealt with ten years ago. And while they were right to an extent, the whole thing dissolved when Spencer and Garcia were taken hostage. While Garcia was able to get away, Spencer was taken here.
He was drugged at the camp after getting off the semi trucks that carried the last of their supplies, and when he woke, he was strapped into the seat of a plane. It was his worst nightmare, and it just kept getting worse and worse the further they went from his home, and now he is at the bottom of the steps to the temple, looking up them to the entrance, where no light is coming from.
He vaguely wonders if they just dropped the people down, and he turns to Benjamin Merva who stands beside him, and he pats his shoulder and turns him to face the crowd. It is much bigger than he thought.
“Tonight, we appease our Goddess, and take on her blessings,” Merva says, and produces a blade. They had found all the bones removed from their victims, and at first Spencer thought that is what he would be, but after Theo was killed, Spencer was set up to take his place.
The crowd murmurs a prayer and bow their heads.
“We thank Spencer for his sacrifice,” Merva brings the blade to Spencer’s collarbone, “May your blood appease her.”
Spencer grits his teeth, a hiss of pain escaping him. Merva pulls away, and smears the blood over Spencer’s neck and chest, before he steps back and gestures up the stairs. Spencer looks at them over his shoulder, then back to Merva. He could refuse, but from the looks of the guards standing by, he would be forced there anyways. If he does it himself, maybe he can extend his time here, and hope his team is going to find him in time. He doesn’t think they will, and hopes they know how much he loves them.
Spencer turns completely to the stairs, to the red stained ones he is about to trek up. Merva comes up behind him and undoes the shackles holding his hands and gives him a soft shove. With a grunt, Spencer takes the first step up, the stone under him hard against his bare feet. His chest burns from the cut, but there isn’t much he can do for it.
He ascends the stairs slowly, and with each step he tries to remember good memories with his friends and family. Knowing that his mother will be well taken care of by his friends makes this a little easier, but he knows they will grieve him and blame themselves forever for not being able to save him. The faith he has that they will eventually find this place is unwavering, but since it isn’t now, he knows they will be too late. His fate is sealed.
Spencer takes the last step and can finally see into the temple. The metal pillars seem to hum, and Spencer can feel a heat coming from them and it makes him heat up, sweat building on his brow. Inside the temple, through the entrance carved from stone to look like snakes in a circle, there is no light. Nothing to guide himself to see what is there. Falling to his death is definitely not how he wants to go, but he doesn’t have any other choice.
Spencer carefully steps through the pillars, the heat washing over him before he is hit with a wave of cold air coming from within the temple. Carefully, he comes to the entrance and puts his hand on it, peering inside, trying to see, but all he sees is darkness, shadow.
“Hello?” Spencer calls, sure there is nothing inside.
When nothing answers him, he takes the step inside, trying desperately to see beyond the darkness. There isn’t anything, but as he takes his steps gingerly, shuffling his feet forward, looking for the drop, he doesn’t find one for a long time. the hall he apparently is in is leading further into the cave wall than he thought.
The shifting of rocks makes a small yelp escape him, and he spins just in time to see the scaled tail of… something slithers down a passageway he didn’t know was there. Spencer stands there frozen, heart kicking up in gear at it, breathes coming in pants. A cold sweat breaks out over him, and he turns fully to take careful steps backwards, eyes wide.
Spencer’s calf hits something hard and he topples backwards, falling on his ass and he would have smacked his head against the floor had not an unmistakable hand caught him, before gently resting his head down. More fear grips him, and he looks up to see two slightly glowing green eyes. The pupils are slitted, and the faint light from them lets him see the smooth purple skin of something not human studying him curiously.
For a minute the two just stare, then Spencer jolts up, scrambling to his feet and makes a mad dash towards the entrance. A long snake like limb coils around him, coiling tightly until he can’t move. He screams, and squirms, needing to get out. He is rolled through the coils until he is held tight by the thickest parts, and whatever is holding him slithers deeper into the temple. Spencer screams more, his voice echoing around the halls.
Taken deeper and deeper into the temple, Spencer starts to sob in fear, the tears hot on his cold flesh. He can’t see a single thing, can only hear the slithering of this being, can feel its strong muscles wrapped securely around him. Even as he thrashes and kicks his legs, he is held tightly, unable to escape.
They stop suddenly, and he is dropped, a yell escaping him as he lands on something unbelievably soft. Spencer groans softly, and pushes himself to be sitting, and scurries backwards. His back hits a wall, and he stays there, chest rising and falling rapidly with his quickening fearful breathes. Eyes as wide as dinner plates, trying to see what this thing is.
He can hear it moving around. The tumble of wood into a metal holder, then the whoosh of flames floods the space with light and Spencer swears his heart stops.
Before him is a Naga. The humanoid snake creatures of myth. The tail is coiled around the room, its dark purple scales shining dully in the light of the flame she has summoned to her hand. It is very clearly a woman, her nude form undeniable. Where her tail meets her skin is where the purple goes from almost night sky dark to a lighter, lilac purple. She has a dusting of pale green freckles. Her nipples are pierced with hoops. And she wears lengths of gold stings, woven together in intricate designs. Her hair is brushed back, held there by a golden head dress. Her hair seems to be long feather shaped scales, flexible given how they are easily held back. Her eyes are narrowed, pupils slitted, her nose snake like as she regards him.
She drops the fire into a metal basin full of wood, and it lights quickly, casting the room in comfortable warm light. The room is round, with furs, blankets and pillows have been laid out. there are chains hanging from the walls, and a couple chests, but otherwise empty.
Spencer is sitting on the plushest part of the bed, and he swears his brain is going to break looking at this… creature. Full body trembles ruin him.
The Naga tilts her head at him and moves smoothly closer. When he whimpers, she holds up her hands, the fingers long and narrow, nails sharpened talons. She wears an abundance of gold rings. Spencer whimpers louder the closer she gets until she is right in front of him, having lowered down to his height. Her head tilts the other way, before she brings a careful hand up. Spencer sucks in a breath, eyes wide.
She brings her hand slowly forward, and every muscle in Spencer tenses. This thing is going to eat his heart, he is sure of it.
But instead of that brutal death, her touch is over his collarbone and is soft. Her fingers dance over the cut on him, and Spencer tears his eyes away from hers to look down. A warmth blossoms from her touch, and he watches as his skin is healed. Blinking a few times, Spencer’s muscles slowly relax. He turns his head back up to her face. Her hands move up over him, her touch soft and cold. She trails her fingers over his neck, his jaw, before cupping his cheek with a soft affection, before she runs her fingers through his hair. She brings her hand back down and traces a finger over his lips.
Spencer stays still, heart hammering still, but he isn’t as afraid, the shock slowly wearing off the more she interacts with him in this calm but curious manner.
“D-do you speak?’ Spencer stutters out, breaking the silence.
The Naga chuckles softly, her face warming with a smile, and she nods, “I do.” Her voice is profoundly beautiful, and ancient in its candace. “What is your name little human?”
Spencer is shocked once more, and he takes a moment before answering, “Spencer.”
“My name is Azshara,” she informs him, “It is nice to meet you.”
Spencer gives her a tiny nod, her hand still touching him. she runs it through his hair carefully, “W-what are you going to do with me?”
Azshara chuckles softly, and moves carefully, her long body coming to coil around him once more, moving him to rest against her scales. Spencer yelped, but didn’t fight it, afraid to be crushed. She moves to rest on herself as well, laying her body beside his, the flexibility of her long tail amazing. She rests her head on one arm, the other continuing to feel over Spencer’s body, her touch idle, “What I did with the others. You are very pretty, the prettiest I have received in my years here…” her hand moves to touch his hair again, “They never have hair like this. It is a fascinating change.”
Spencer tries not to pull away from her, and he shifts just a little, too afraid to accidently hurt her with his movements, but he has to admit, it is rather comfortable. “What did you do with the others Azshara?”
She smiles when he says her name, and shifts closer, her body coming to rest over him, her other hand moving to feel him under the fabric of his tunic, “I drank from them, and mated with them until the rats would come and collect them. What else would I do hm?”
Spencer’s eyes widen, and he carefully brings his hands to lightly touch her shoulders. Applying pressure, he tries to push her away, but she is sturdy and doesn’t move. “Please… just let me go.”
Azshara shakes her head, and takes his wrists in her hands, and moves his arms, careful to not strain him. She tucks his hands within the coils of her, and he is rendered helpless under her now, “I would like nothing more than to release you,” Azshara whispers as she hovers over his face, a mere inch apart. The scent of her fills his senses. The pleasant jasmine mixed with the sharp tang of metal, “But I have no access to the surface, and you would die up there alone.”
Spencer’s struggles still, and he looks into her eyes again, realization hitting him like a truck. The metal pillars outside… “You are a prisoner here.”
Azshara nods, “Just as you are.”
Spencer frowns, and since he has stopped struggling, when he pulls his hands from her coils, she lets him. “How?”
“I do not fit through the pillars. They have them heated, and it burns me every time I tried,” Azshara hisses out, her hands moving to trail over his torso. He squirms under her but doesn’t fight it still. Much as he wants her to stop it is not unpleasant.
“I work for a team of people that hunts down people like these ones here,” Spencer starts to explain, unsure how much this creature knows about the human world. “They are not going to rest until they find me.”
Azshara blinks, a frown forming, “They will not find you.”
“There has to be something here to be found,” Spencer pleas softly, “H-how long do they let you keep… an offering?”
Azshara considers, head tilting back and forth, “only until sunrise.”
Spencer gulps, because he is going to need a lot more time. He doesn’t know how much, “Why to they take them Azshara?”
She moves away from him then, and he pushes himself up with his elbows to watch her skeptical face study him, “I finish with them. Once I have drank, there is little life left.”
Spencer nods slowly, and tries to think through his plan, “Would… they leave one with you if you didn’t drink from them?”
“No,” Azshara says, shaking her head, “They take them after the night without fail. A punishment for the poor humans and for me. If I didn’t drink, I would not get another for a long time. I starve.”
Spencer nods slowly, “Okay… okay. Can you control how much you drink?”
“Of course, I am not a child,” Azshara hisses out, and Spencer flinches a little.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend,” Spencer says softly, and with a nod from her he continues his questions, on edge, as he feels the time is ticking away, “You said you… mated with them… yes?”
Azshara nods, eyes travelling over Spencer, “Yes.”
“I don’t want to assume, but are they willing?” Spencer asks softly, and braces to be slapped.
Azshara laughs, “You are the first to not jump at the chance.”
Spencer relaxes, understanding human nature to that point. If he wasn’t hellbent on surviving, sleeping with a mythical creature would be one hell of a way to go, “would there be a reason for you to keep someone? I… don’t know anything about what you are aside from what humans have made up and I just… I really don’t want to die.”
Azshara shushes him softly, and comes to cup his face, her touch comforting, “I do not kill them. Sex with me is not a death sentence. They always bring me men, and men prefer to be the giver rather than the receiver.”
Spencer leans a little into her touch, and nods, “Okay… what if they were the receiver?”
Azshara hums softly, and she takes his hand into hers, “We would become mates. It is not something I wish to burden anyone with.”
Spencer looks at their hands, “What does becoming mates entail.”
Azshara shakes her head, “These questions will not save you or I.”
Spencer frowns and he moves to be on his knees. She doesn’t seem to mind the pressure, so he decides not to worry about it, and carefully he brings his hand, which is much smaller than hers, to touch her cheek, “You deserve to live free as much as I deserve to live. If we can… stall for a while, give my team a chance to find us, then you can be free.”
“This team of yours may imprison me in a similar manner,” Azshara whispers softly. She was surprised he touched her so freely. The others never would, too afraid to touch anything. She finds she does like this little human, and he is trying to earnestly to find a way for not just himself to live, but for her too as well.
“I won’t let them,” Spencer promises, “I’ll find some way once that problem comes up, but right now we need to survive the night. So please, tell me about mates. Tell me about you, Azshara. I don’t want to die and leave you here for God knows how long.” His bravery comes from the place of love he has for his friends and family, and he would be damned to see this creature stay here longer, in the dark, in the temple, in the city that is no doubt the tomb of her people.
Azshara frowns softly, studying his face. The passion in this one is admirable, and she brings a hand to touch over his heart, feeling it hammer against her. With a sigh she nods. How can she let this little sweet thing die when he wants so badly to help them both.
“Alright Spencer,” she says to him, and he heaves a sigh of relief. Carefully he tucks himself back into her coiled body around him, having moved on from the shock of her.
“Begin with mates?” Spencer asks, because it is their biggest hurdle.
Azshara moves to get comfortable, laying beside him once more, “we would be bound together. I would know your wants and needs, and you would know mine. I would be able to speak in your mind,” she touches his forehead, “We are stronger together. The longer we are apart, the sicker we become. I would morph to fit your life, since you are the human. I do not think you will survive a change, so we will not attempt.”
Spencer nods slowly, all things he can accept, “how long do we have before we get sick?”
“About a month or so,” Azshara answers, “at least the physical symptoms start then. Emotionally, the longer we are apart, the more depressed we get.”
“We would have to live together,” Spencer surmises, “I am going to have to get a bigger house.”
Azshara shakes her head and repeats, “I morph to fit your life. I will… be able to take on a human form.” she studies him curiously. She wonders if her hair would be that soft too.
Spencer blinks, looking at her in surprise, “Oh… well that kind of makes a lot of things easier. But… would that really be alright? This is… what you are.”
Azshara looks at herself when Spencer gestures, and she shakes her head, “I will find a way to be both. Should we make the mate connection, I will become stronger, especially when I drink from you.”
Spencer nods slowly, considering that, “Would you be able to get us out of here?”
Azshara shakes her head, “I can’t get past the pillars.”
Spencer ahs, “right, sorry. Okay. How… do we become mates?”
Azshara smirks now, and she carefully drags a finger over his chest, going lower and lower, “We would have sex, and I would put myself inside you.”
Spencer shivered from her touch, and he looks to her eyes and gulps. He has… experimented, so he isn’t completely innocent of what they would do, but he doesn’t know if he can relax enough for it.
Azshara senses his unease, and moves now, her coils tightening around him. He squirms but doesn’t fight it. Her hands take the hem of his shirt in her hands and carefully removes it from him. she tosses it away and lets herself take in the appearance of his torso.
“I will not hold it against you if you decide you do not want this,” Azshara whispers to him, “But if we are to do this, I will not be holding back. There will be pain, but I will take care of you. Always.”
Spencer takes a long, deep breath, and looks into her eyes, the ones that scared him in the beginning, but now he can see the sincerity in them. the tenderness. She hasn’t once actually hurt him, no, much the opposite. Spencer moves, deciding that if she isn’t going to hold back, then he isn’t either. He will deal with the consequences of this action later. For now, he wants to survive, and if binding himself to this Naga is the only way to do it, so be it.
Placing his hands on either side of her face, he pulls her down to meet him. The kiss is a surprise for both, but Azshara completely melts into Spencer, and he is comfortably crushed by her, her arms wrapping around his body, pulling him closer. Her tongue, long, forked and sharp licks at his lips, and he opens his mouth to her. Her tongue wraps around his, and he shivers, mind reeling from the pleasure of it. His hands move over her, to her shoulders, pulling himself closer to her.
Shifting, she moves to sit him in her lap, his legs straddled over where scale meets flesh for her, and he can’t help the way he grinds into her. Azshara’s sharp claws make quick work of his pants, and soon he is nude, his cock hard between them. The cool smooth texture of her amazing against the hot head of his cock. Spencer moans into her mouth, and his hands slide further down to palm at her breasts. Azshara’s hissing moan is delicious to his ears, and he lets himself get lost into it.
One hand slides down his chest before stopping at his cock. She trails a finger over it before wrapping her hand around him and giving him steady pumps. The cold of her rings makes him moan, and he thrusts into her hand a bit.
Azshara pulls back from his mouth, her tongue releasing his. Her tongue tickles his neck and earlobe, before she leans back to watch the pleasure transform his face.
Spencer pants, eyes a little dazed. His fingers tease her nipples, the piercings something the finds great pleasure in toying with. He watches her, before he bends to take one into his mouth, sucking softly. Her moan is amazing, and he feels something under him shift. He pulls away to see a slit has revealed itself directly under him and his eyes widen just a little in excitement and fear.
There is no going back now, and he turns back to her breasts, taking the nipple back into his mouth to suck it while he toys with the other with his hand. Azshara moans above him, and she slides a hand down his back, her touch careful to not cut him.
While he is distracted, carefully uses the tip of her tail to open a chest and retrieve a vial of oil. She puts it in her hand, and carefully bowing Spencer against her, she slides her oiled fingers between his cheeks. He makes a startled yelp at first, but it shifts to a moan when her finger teases his opening. He tenses just a little over her, but she increases her pace in her hand job, and he relaxes against her.
Spencer pulls away from her breasts and kisses up her neck, delighting in how she pants softly now. He slides a hand down her body, to the slit that has opened under him, and he teases the edge of it, her answering moan echoing his own as she slides a finger into him. Spencer shuts his eyes, resting his head against her chest as her long finger sinks deeper and deeper into him. He forces himself to relax.
When something smooth yet slimy wraps around his hand, he gasps softly, eyes snaping opening to look down. From her slit a long, smooth, flexible cock has emerged and is wrapped around his hand. Another is there, but it tickles his wrist just so. The sight makes his cock harden even more, knowing that this is going to be an extremely pleasurable night.
Rolling his hips into her hand, she takes the hint and adds a second finger, and she presses around his insides, finding his prostate when he jerks with a yelp of pleasure.
Azshara pulls her hand from him then and he whines softly, only to be shifted to be laying back against her long coils, having formed a short of upright cushion against the wall to support him. Her hand slides back between his legs, her two fingers sliding into him easier than before, and he groans in pleasure. His hand reaches up and finds purchase with the chains in the wall and he holds onto them, the cold of them keeping him grounded.
Azshara bends over him, and kisses up his torso, her cocks pleasuring themselves by rubbing against his hand. It feels amazing to have them touch him in such a way, and she can feel the urge to bury herself in this human rising higher and higher. Her lips find his again, and he moans into her, mind a little fuzzy with pleasure.
“You are doing so well Spencer,” She praises him, and his cock twitches from it.
Sliding in a third finger, he almost comes undone, the stretch more than he has done for himself, and when he thinks of the two cocks, he is lazily rubbing he knows he is going to stretched out. The cocks have a thin tip, but they taper out at the bottom, and when he slides his hand to the base, he can feel a bulb at the bottom that connects the two. It has yet to pop out, but something tells him that he has to take that for them to be mated like they need to be for the others to not take him.
He blocks that reminder from his brain, needing this to be real, not forced between them.
Azshara kisses his cheek next, moving to his ear to suck his earlobe into her mouth. She drags her fangs over it, and he shudders, the chain rattling from the movement.
“Are you ready for the first one?” she asks him, her tongue tickling the shell of his ear.
Spencer looks down at them, and nods, “Y-yes…”
She kisses his cheek and pulls her hand from him. carefully she moves him to be in the right position where both can watch. Her cocks unwind from his hand, and one teases his entrance, the other moving to rub against his cock. Spencer reaches for her, and she catches his hand, bringing it to her mouth to hiss the back of it, her eyes half lidded with lust. As she presses inside him, she watches his face, the way his eyes widen just a little, before his head falls back, eyes fluttering closed as he is entered and stretches. The slime on her makes it easy, and it seems to ease any pain he might have felt. Soon he has half of it in him, and he is about to have the rest, the width getting wider and wider.
“Azshara…” Spencer moans her name, and she shifts, sliding in another inch suddenly and his cock throbs, twitching as he leaks precum, “I’m so close… fuck… mmm…”
She bends to kiss his cheeks, putting his hand on her shoulder so she can hold him, “You are so tight my little human… breathe… you feel so good. Let go, you need not hold yourself back.” Her hand pets his back.
Both moan as she slides deeper, and when he feels the base of this one press into him his cock explodes with his first ropes of seed. It sprays her stomach, but neither mind aside from moans. He bucks against her, and rests his head against her shoulder, panting. Spencer opens his eyes to see where he is spread with her, and the second one now rubs against the entrance, spreading more of the slime.
“Azshara,” Spencer whimpers out, unable to form a proper thought aside from her name. he shivers over her when the very tip of the second one presses inside.
“Breathe, relax,” She whispers to him, rubbing his back. He has relaxed considerably after cumming, and is oversensitive, but he doesn’t want to stop. “that’s it… you are taking me so well Spencer… you are so warm… just breathe and feel.”
Spencer gives her a little head nod, and watches through blurry eyes as he is stretched further, the second one steadily entering him now. He groans in pleasure, his cock hardening once more, not that it had much of a chance to become soft before. Azshara holds him as she moans over him, her cock twisting with the other inside him. He shudders and makes a soft mewling sound each time she rubs against his prostate inside him. she does it on purpose now, continuing to stimulate that spot and she has him whimpering. Carefully she moves him to lay back against her, turning his face up with a gentle hand.
She wants to watch the pleasure undo him on his face. One hand still holds his hand, and he grips her tightly, not that she minds. The other wraps around his cock and he lets out a pleasure filled scream, spilling over himself and her once more.
“That’s it… you are going to look so good on my knot,” Azshara whispers to him, kissing his cheeks and neck, “I am going to make you so full…”
Spencer moans at her words, and shifts under her, but it only makes her move more in him. moans continue to leave his mouth; he couldn’t stop them if he tried. As the second one is now in him, and he is pressed into the base does he hear the audible pop of her knot breaking free of her slit.
She let out a yelp of pleasure, and now wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly to her so he can not escape or squirm away. Spencer gasps in surprise and opens his eyes to see her skin. He doesn’t try to get away, as he feels more than secure in her arms. She presses up with her body and brings him down with her arms. Spencer groans, the first tickles of pain hitting him as he feels his body stretch to try and accommodate her knot. The teardrop shape at the bottom of both her cocks easily four times as wide as her bases, and while the shape helps her press it into him, it is still a big stretch.
Spencer closes his eyes, and presses his head into her shoulder, trying to breathe as he feels his insides being smashed together at her intrusion. it feels incredible to be spread like this, and his cock strains against her once more. The pleasure is making his mind numb and the only thing he can really focus on it how good it is going to feel once he is completely stuffed.
He wasn’t much of a kinky person, but that might have been because he never considered this to be on his list.
With a hissing groan from Azshara, and a sharp shriek of both pleasure and pain from Spencer, they rest the widest part of her knot, and he slides down over the rest. It is euphoric for both parties, Spencer hitting the wall of his climax, and seeing stars. Tears leak down his cheeks, and he clenches to her now as he grinds against her the waves of pleasure overwhelming in the best way.
Azshara groans loudly, and spills inside him. she can feel his stomach expand against her just a little as she fills him with her pleasure. She can feel herself grow attached to this human, his frantic heartbeat getting tucked under hearts, safe in her arms now. She nuzzles into his head, kissing his cheeks softly as he just slightly too blissed out to really feel it, but she doesn’t mind one bit.
Carefully she lays him down in her coiled body, holding him close to her still, nuzzling more against his hair, her affection for him blossoming in her chest and soul. Her hands pet his skin as he lays there, dazed.
Spencer pants through his orgasm, and groans softly. He brings a hand down to feel over his stomach, over the bulge. It isn’t anything crazy alarming, and he knows he won’t be scarred from it, but it is impressive to feel all that thick liquid sloshing inside of him.
Azshara kisses him then, and he responds in kind, putting his arms around her neck, “You are mine now Spencer.”
Spencer smiles to himself, and with his eyes closed, can feel the strings of magic binding them, her heart tucking itself under his, a reminder that he is no longer alone. Tears come to his eyes for a different reason then pleasure, and Azshara doesn’t speak a word, but she holds him none the less as he falls apart, the overwhelming over all his emotions crashing into him too much.
When he has calmed, she litters his face with tender kisses and runs her fingers through his hair until he gives her a smile.
“That… was amazing…” he puts a hand on his stomach, “Am I stuck for a while?”
Azshara nods, and nuzzles into him, “Likely until sunrise. It may be embarrassing, but it would be good for them to see you like this… make them know that you can not be taken from me.”
Spencer opens his eyes to her, then down to wear he is still impaled on her, “Can we… cover this though?”
“Of course,” Azshara assures him, though when she goes to grab a blanket to do so, he stops her.
“Not right now though,” Spencer says, blushing. He tucks his chin before admitting, “I like looking at it.”
Azshara chuckles softly, and nods, and moves to cradle him, “Alright, little one.”
She doesn’t let him go, holding him to her chest and body so that he is warmed by her. her fingers cascade through his hair lovingly, before scratching at all the right places. Spencer melts into her, leaning against the coils of her body, soft whines and hisses when too much movement jostles him over her. Azshara moves them then, holding him tight, laying them in her bed, coiling around him protectively. There doesn’t need to be words between them, as she tucks soft, worn furs around Spencer to keep him warm in the night. It isn’t long until he has fallen asleep, cuddled into her arms. Azshara stays awake a little longer, watching over him, and the fire, eyes darting to the tunnel opening every so often. But even she cannot fight against the pull of sleep, and drifts off.