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Tap, tap, tap.
Through the Dark Side of the Moon, Shadow Milk sat, or rather floated, scanning through multiple timelines. Hundreds of his own blue eyes watched as he lazily gazed upon multiple other worlds - his past, a world where the ancients had died, a world where he was dead?
None of them were particularly interesting, though the sound of that half-baked souljam thief being gone did sound appealing. Maybe later.
He rolled his eyes, leaning back in boredom. Even with his immense power, he still found time to be bored.
...If only he could get the Truthless Recluse back. His puppet had been so willing in his games, so eager to please if it meant those little gnats would be safe. Even if it had all been a trick, it still somehow felt real.
“Tsk,” How… Infuriating.
Truthfully, Shadow Milk had been thinking about Truthless Recluse for longer than he had intended. No matter what, his perfect creation, his doll, popped up, stealing his thoughts away from anything else. At first he had indulged in the thoughts, thinking about all the intricate outfits he could make, all the games they could play.
After a while, the thoughts only made him angry. It only reminded him of the gnat’s awakening, of how his doll had betrayed and lied to him! Of-
His eyes snapped back to one of his many portals, now trained on a specific world, where a glint of gold and the heavy look of dark robes caught his eyes. He moved forward suddenly, eyes wide, staring at the cookie. The Truthless Recluse.
For a few moments, all was silent. Bright, sharp blue eyes were wide and unblinking, following the familiar figure as he moved, unaware of the now feral gaze locked onto him.
The vanilla cookie seemed to be occupied, making tea in a dimly lit, dusty kitchen. The second teacup on the counter remained untouched, as a warm, golden tea was poured. A small, calloused hand picked up the cup, using his staff to navigate around the tower.
Shadow Milk watched the Recluse move silently into a bedroom, placing the teacup by his bed and waving his staff to light up the fireplace. A wide, almost manic smile had eveloped his face, already feeling the familiar thump in his chest.
For too long, he'd craved for the touch of his doll once again. And now, he had found his chance.
Maybe he could take a break from chaos and destruction, and indulge.
Afterall, nobody would be there to stop him.
Truthless Recluse let a small sigh escape him as he entered the tower. The Sage had been adamant that they go out on the town today, dragging him here and there between shops and small cafes. Though he hadn’t eaten much beyond a few bites, what he did manage tasted good.
The day had ended with Sage frantically remembering he had a lecture planned in the town square. He quickly kissed Truthless’ cheek, waving goodbye with a promise that he’d come over later for tea.
Realistically, ‘later’ for the Sage could range between an hour, or five, so while Truthless brewed the tea, vanilla, as always, he brought out a second teacup. Just in case.
He felt the exhaustion catch up to him, however, and headed up to his bedroom ready for some much needed rest.
After lighting up the fire, and using more magic to remove his hat and outer robes, he finally tucked himself into bed. Dressed in his leotard, he pulled a blanket over his shoulders - a gift from the Sage, which the Recluse had tried to deny many times, only to eventually give in.
Gently picking up the teacup, he sat, occasionally taking small sips, listening to the faint crackle of the fire. Though he had come to love the Sage's excessive talking, he still couldn't help but prefer the blissful silence.
Tap, tap.
Unsure of how much time had passed, he opened his eyes - when had he even closed them? - when the faint scent of blueberries and whipped cream drifted into the room. Along with the faint tap of what sounded like heels, he came to the conclusion that the Sage had arrived.
Placing his now empty teacup on the side table, he leaned back slightly, an unconscious smile working its way onto his face.
Witches. When had he become so soft?
Closing his eyes once more, he listened to the quiet tapping, the sound becoming closer and closer as the Sage approached. He hoped the Sage would be content with only cuddling tonight. Though, knowing his boyfriend, and how he seemed to bend to his every will, it was unlikely he'd ever refuse.
The door to the room opened quietly, as if the Sage was trying not to disturb him. Odd, for the scholar's outgoing nature, but he assumed the lecture, and inevitable questions afterwards had drained his energy.
Sour blueberries and fresh, whipped cream only surrounded him more as his boyfriend drew closer, leaving him feeling more relaxed.
Heels stopped at the foot of the bed, and covers and blankets shifted as a body moved onto it. Seconds passed before cool hands grabbed at his waist, feeling more tense than usual. He felt hot breath against his lips and barely restrained a smile, lifting a hand to the Sage's own on his waist.
"Did the lecture go well?" Normally, even if Sage was tired, he would respond, even in small grunts or hums. Sometimes, he would lay his head in Truthless' neck, and the hermit would run his fingers through starry blue hair.
None of those things happened now.
Hands stayed tense and still around his waist. Breaths came hot and heavy against his lips. Faintly, he could hear the shifting of leather.
Truthless frowned, hand tightening around the one on his waist, and leaned his head back, words on his lips as he finally cracked open his eyes.
"Blue-"
It wasn't the Sage.
Truthless barely held back a yelp as he flinched, hand quickly retreating its grip. He vaguely registered the hands on his waist tightening past the blood rushing in his ears.
Sitting above him was not the Sage, but instead a cookie who bared a striking resemblance to him.
Said cookie didn't seem bothered by the Recluse's reaction, a wide smile appearing on his face instead. He started laughing quietly, hands moving to explore more of Truthless' form, the hermit feeling his face be set ablaze from the touch.
"It's been too long, my doll," He even sounded like the Sage, "how I've ached, missing your touch."
"E-excuse me?!" Truthless felt magic well up in his hands, ready to fire it directly into the impersonator's face, but it seemed this cookie was smarter than he thought, summoning blue strings to hold his arms above his head.
"Hey! Let me-"
"Ah, ah, ah, Clusie! The show has barely even begun! Wouldn't want to ruin it now, would we?"
There was no chance to respond, as a clawed blue finger suddenly slipped into his mouth. Truthless choked, shooting a withering glare up at the cookie, receiving a smirk back.
"There we go."
One finger turned into two, then three, as they thrusted in and out of his mouth, small, choked noises escaping every now and then.
"Oh, you're so beautiful like this, my doll. I much regret not doing this back at the spire..."
Truthless didn't even know what this lunatic was talking about, and only glared at him, trying, and failing, to escape his binds. That only earned him a laugh, the cookie's free hand reaching up to trace the curve of his hip.
Like this, only able to stare up at the cookie above, he managed to catch a blurry glimpse of his figure.
His face, unnervingly similar to the Sage, was handsome, even with the cluster of eyes that looked like fire burning one side of his face. His hair, like Sage's, held stars, but this cookie's was much darker, and also had more eyes, all trained on the Recluse.
Though one hand was assaulting his mouth at the moment, he managed to see white and gold markings spread across what wasn't covered on his arm, with the other a black and blue.
And right on his chest, was a souljam. The same souljam of the Sage of Truth.
Truthless felt his brows furrow. In this world, only ten souljams existed, all of them coming in pairs. Him and the Sage held their halves, so who could-
"Helloo?~ My dear, those beautiful eyes need to remain on me!" Truthless gagged as the fingers were suddenly removed, and, slick with spit, they ran down his chest. He shuddered.
"...Who are you." He growled.
The cookie grinned, electing to ignore his question. Blue eyes focused on the claw running across his chest, snagging on the fabric of his leotard. Just as Truthless was about to demand an answer, that claw stopped, dug down, and-
Riiiiiip.
The leotard was ripped open from chest to just below his stomach. Truthless yelped as hands moved to further rip it open, exposing his entire upper half.
Slowly, clawed hands reached up to his chest, fingers rubbing around his nipples. The hermit, somehow, blushed harder, and tried to lean away from the touch. The cookie clicked his tongue, hands moving to firmly grab at his sides.
"Now, now, doll. I can't pleasure you if you squirm so much."
Truthless glowered up at him. "I don't need to be pleasured!" He said, though this did nothing to stop the hands caressing him. Instead, more strings popped up to secure his torso to the bed, leaving his entire upper half at this maniac's mercy.
Eager hands returned to his chest, rubbing soothing motions into the rapidly hardening buds. Palms ghosted over scars, but payed no mind to them, instead fully enraptured by the nipples above.
Truthless bit his lip, determined to keep himself silenced. No way would he stoop low enough to moan out for a stranger.
At this, the cookie clicked his tongue, leaning forwards so their faces were inches apart. Truthless glared, and the cookie raised a brow, suddenly tugging on the buds, electing a sharp breath from the Recluse.
The cookie leaned back, triumphant, a smirk playing on his lips again. "Better," he whispered, returning back to soft rubs.
This went on for what felt like hours, soft, tender touches, with only occasional tugs to force a vocalisation out of the Recluse's mouth. It was torture, especially when he was still bound to the bed, unable to touch the cookie back.
"Your body responds perfectly to my touch, my doll. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were wanting this."
Truthless tried to respond, but all that escaped his mouth was a quiet moan as a mouth suddenly kissed along his neck. Small, adoring kisses that trailed up and down tanned dough, with the occasional bite, that left Truthless breathless.
"Mh..-" A sharp bite right along his collarbone, sharp teeth leaving an indent behind as he pulled away. An un-cookie-like tongue slipped out to lick around his lips, a small sigh leaving him.
"Delicious. My doll, I cannot wait to have you fully!"
"W-wait-" His voice stopped the cookie as his head moved down, closer to his hips, where the Recluse - embarrassingly - felt the black fabric of his leotard stick to him. "I at least deserve your name."
The cookie seemed to think about this for a moment, but eventually smirked. He pressed a soft kiss to the Recluse's belly.
"You may call me Shadow Milk, my doll."
And before the hermit could think any further, a claw ripped at the remaining fabric, swift hands pulling off the remains and chucking it to the floor. The cookie, Shadow Milk, raked his gaze all over flushed brown dough, smirk growing with delight.
"So beautiful," he pressed a kiss to a hip, "so perfect, just for me, doll," a kiss to his thigh, "I am going to devour you."
"What is going on here?!"
Time seemed to stop as a shrill, familiar voice yelled across the room. Though he could only make out blobs of blue and gold, Truthless felt the colour drain from his face as what was undoubtedly the Sage stormed into the room.
"S-sage-"
"What do you think you're doing, touching my Recluse like this?!" Truthless shrunk back in shame, the figure atop him pushing himself up. Interestingly, Shadow Milk seemed to have lost his words.
"Why, I should kick you out right now! Surely my Recluse has not consented to such debased actions with-"
"Oh, but he has."
Those words slapped Sage in the face, his hair, which had puffed up in his rage, calmed down slightly. He glared at Shadow Milk, taking no time to analyse why this cookie looked like him - though, he really wanted to - instead more focused on getting him off his Recluse!
Shadow Milk laughed mockingly, looking back at Truthless, clawed fingers dancing teasingly along his thigh, moving ever so slightly closer to his core. The hermit sucked in a breath.
"You love this, don't you, my dear?" He ran a finger across soaked folds, earning him a surprised moan. "You've gotten so wet for me in such little time, and I've barely even done anything."
Truthless looked away in embarrassment, avoiding the gazes of both blue-doughed cookies in the room, instead staring at the teacup on his bedside.
"W-well that doesn't mean-"
"Doesn't it?" Shadow Milk smirked, sharp teeth on display as he let his claws dig in to plush thighs. "Surely as a wielder of knowledge you understand how much your other half wants this?"
A claw slipped inbetween his folds, pushing on his clit for only a moment before sliding down to his hole, rubbing teasingly around it.
Truthless felt his breath leave his lungs, hands tightening on his pillow from where they were still bound. Though the finger felt much like Sage's own, the claw added a much different type of stimulation, with small pricks of pain mixing with soothing rubs, and blending into a new type of pleasure.
It was almost embarrassing how easily the finger circled him, with pools of slick welling up around his hole, and giving the claw easy entry as it gently pushed inside.
"That's it, there you go, good doll." Shadow Milk let praises fall from his lips as the finger pushed deeper, and deeper. Truthless held back a whimper at the rough digit rubbing against his walls, curling ever so slightly to let the claw dig into it.
Soon, a second finger was pushed in, as gentle as the first. They quickly began to scissor, stretching out wet walls, preparing for something no doubt bigger than just his fingers.
Truthless let his eyes fall closed, simply enjoying the feeling of two fingers in his cunt, determined, yet somehow gentle as they mapped him out.
He only opened them again when a familiar hand brushed back his bangs, the Sage's face clear from how close he was. Though he was visibly still annoyed, he still plastered on a teasing smirk, gently running his fingers through the hermit's hair.
"Well, well, it seems you found some entertainment while I was gone, hm?"
Truthless could only nod, Sage letting out a mocking laugh as he settled next to the Recluse's head, pulling it into his lap. Truthless tried to not acknowledge the obvious bulge in the Sage's trousers, instead focusing on the face of the man he had fallen in love with.
"What a naughty boy... You couldn't even wait until I got home," A light tug on his hair, which prompted a whine. "Honestly, Recluse. I'm offended!"
Truthless choked as a third finger was pushed into him, the digits now picking up the pace slightly, stretching him much, much more.
Though the hermit couldn't see, he could feel the glares the two cookies were giving eachother, clearly not fond of sharing. Too bad for them, though, as Truthless needed satiating, and it was going to be one or the other, or both.
He subtly shifted his hips, silently asking for more. Shadow Milk laughed, using his free hand to press down on his hips, though he obeyed, fingers reaching deeper than before.
"Such a good boy, doll." He gave a quick, deep thrust, earning a loud moan.
Only for that moan to be cut off. The Sage, who had seemingly had enough of Shadow Milk being the only one pleasuring his boyfriend, had stuck two fingers into the Recluse's mouth, his free hand already beginning to unbutton those pristine white trousers.
"Do you mind?" Shadow Milk growled, moving his hand not inside Recluse to his clit, giving it gentle rubs in time with his thrusts.
"Oh, I mind very much." The Sage replied, smug smirk on his face as he pulled his boxers down, letting his - already rock hard - cock free, the organ unceremoniously flopping down onto Truthless' cheek. Recluse moaned around the fingers.
Shadow Milk only scoffed, slowly removing his fingers from his hole, only barely resisting licking the juices off. Sage seemed to follow suit, removing his fingers as well, and wiping the spit off onto his pants.
"Open wide, my Recluse." Sage cooed, Truthless rolling his eyes, but did as commanded, letting his mouth fall open for the Sage. "Good whore."
The tip was nudged against his lips, rubbing beads of cream against the soft dough. Truthless would have called him disgusting, but he was suddenly left unable to speak as the cock finally pushed inside. He almost moaned at the blueberry-cream flavour that burst inside his mouth. Almost.
The Sage, however, did moan, letting out grunts as he gave slow, shallow thrusts. "Hah, your mouth feels amazing, my dear. Perfectly made for my cock... Ah..."
He pushed in and out, letting the organ reach deeper and deeper each time. Recluse choked around it, gagging quietly around the thick length.
Shadow Milk observed them for a few seconds, ignoring how his own lower half twitched in delight.
Though he quickly snapped back to the present when he noticed the Recluse's hips shuffle slightly, hole twitching, begging something to fill it. And who was Shadow Milk to not fufill his desire?
With a quick snap of his fingers, his clothes disappeared, a chill running down his spine, even with the crackling fire. His slick-covered fingers wrapped around his length, willing himself to full hardness as he listened to the Recluse's heavenly gags.
Looking up, he noticed the Sage's eyes now trained on him, wide with shock. With a snicker, he realised what he must've been surprised by. He smirked, clearly proud of his one-up from Sage.
"It's..."
"This ought to satisfy the Recluse plently, wouldn't you agree?" Shadow Milk lined up the tip of the tentacle with Truthless's pulsating hole, chuckling when he heard a muffled moan.
Ever so slowly, the tentacle worked its way into spongy, wet walls, the thick appendage only stuttering at a faint resistance. Shadow Milk bit his lip to muffle his own noises, running his hand over a smooth hip to encourage the Recluse to loosen up.
He almost laughed when he did, his greedy hole practically sucking him in, soft hips moving in time with his gentle thrusts in.
"Isn't this nice, my Recluse?" He heard Sage ask from above. "Two of your holes filled up real good. Hah- I bet you're loving this, huh?"
With his mouth full, Truthless could only give a muffled whine. Hands struggling against the strings as he wished to touch, to feel the doughs of the two cookies filling him up. Like this, he could feel each ridge of the tentacle, the slimy length seemingly getting thicker towards the base.
"Hmm, maybe next time we should fill another one, too."
Truthless moaned louder as Shadow Milk gave a quicker thrust, the base of the length stretching his hole out far more than he'd had before. Sage gave a quicker, stuttered thrust of his own at the sight, hands gripping harshly at golden hair.
"Look at you, my Recluse! Your cunt is taking him so well.~" His hair was pulled slightly, and he was rewarded with soft pets when he whined. "Such a good whore."
Shadow Milk let out a punched-out groan when that made Truthless' hole clench, thrusts stuttering only slightly. Sage let out a laugh, pushing deeper and smiling at the gag he earned in return.
Slowly, Shadow Milk could feel his resolve crumble. Though he'd been soft this whole time, he could feel the coil in his gut, and he growled as he grabbed at Truthless' hips, grip gentle as he readjusted.
"Mnh-"
There was no warning before his thrusts became harsh, hips snapping back and forth with a wet plop, plop.
Truthless practically screamed around the Sage's cock, arms and legs beginning to tremble as tears beaded up behind his eyelids. Sage cooed, gently wiping the Recluse's eyes, keeping his thrusts deep but slow.
"M-my, it seems our friend has snapped!" He giggled, watching sweat bead up on Shadow Milk's forehead as he thrusted without mercy. Though he still wasn't thrilled at sharing his dear boyfriend, even he could admit the sight was attractive.
Truthless whined, trying not to let his teeth snap shut against the Sage's dick. The pleasure felt heavenly, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips back in time, bobbing his head as best he could in the same rhythm.
The Sage rewarded him with a groan and more head pats. Shadow Milk let his claws dig into his hips, small beads of jam welling up from the pressure.
To be filled from both ends like this, the Recluse should surely shed his apathetic skin more often if it meant he could feel pleasure like this again.
"Ah... That's it, swallow it all, my dear." A blue hand pushed his head even further down, nose resting against blue hair as he gagged, the tears finally running down his cheeks. "Ngh... So well trained!"
Shadow Milk observed the scene with a growing tenseness, hips already beginning to stutter in their movements. Seeing his doll so debauched and ruined, he couldn't help but scold himself at not having done this sooner.
...Maybe his Pure Vanilla would still be up for it.
The beast breathed deep as the tight feeling in his gut grew and grew, clawed fingers quickly moving to Truthless' poor neglected clit, beginning to rub at it furiously. Truthless whined, hips jolting, and Shadow Milk could no longer hold back.
He gave a few more deep thrusts, making sure the tip of his tentacle reached just far enough to reach the cervix. His fingers grew desperate in their movements.
"...Come with me, my doll."
And he did. Truthless let out a loud, choked moan as his body spasmed, slick rushing out of him as that thick tentacle stopped inside of him. Thick, heavy cream came out in spurts inside of the Recluse, painting his insides a lovely white, and creating a small swell in his belly.
Shadow Milk breathed deep, limbs sore as he pulled himself out, moaning at the sight of cum leaking in thick blots out of the Recluse's poor, abused hole.
Sage laughed at this, though he felt his cock twitch at the sight. Oh, how lovely, to see his darling Recluse leaking with seed, even if it was not his own. His hips moved faster, eyes now fixated on Truthless' face.
"Well done, my dear. You did so well.~" He praised, blond hair gripped tightly as he used the hermit's mouth like a toy, heavy gags and chokes being the only sound to fill the room. "Now I want you to be good and swallow."
Truthless, through his unmoveable state, managed a slight nod and whine. Hands gripped against the pillows so hard he feared they may have become ripped.
"Good boy."
Five more thrusts exactly was all it took for the Sage to let go himself, groaning low as he hunched over. His own cream came out in long, hot spurts that were quickly swallowed up by the Recluse in greedy gulps.
When he was sure he'd been sucked dry, he pulled out of the warm mouth, breathlessly chuckling at the dazed expression of the Recluse. Mouth open, eyes glazed over as they opened, tear tracks running down his beautifully flushed cheeks.
He placed a hand on a cheek, leaning down to tenderly kiss his Recluse on his lips. They were red and swollen from the abuse, but he knew Truthless didn't mind.
"Well done, my dear."
Shadow Milk felt slightly awkward at the loving actions that followed. The dazed Recluse was scooped up into cool, blue arms, and gently carried to a connecting room Shadow Milk recognised as an en-suite.
All it took was for one snap of his fingers and he was clean and clothed again. He floated off the bed, turning away from adoring whispers coming from a doting boyfriend.
A portal opened in front of him. It was time to get back to work.
"Master, where have you been?"
Shadow Milk didn't look up at the voice that called out to him, instead floating past with a bored expression. Like always, those professional steps followed.
There was probably so much chaos to cause now he was back home and wouldn't be distracted.
"...Visiting an old friend."