Spicynoodles Dreams

[forgingfires]

Red Son hasn't slept much since the full moon. Mostly because he was determined to use every bit of time left to help Saya, but there was an extra concern. MK's actions as the WereMonkey had been...questionable at best.

And extremely targeted for a lot of his instincts.

It hadn't helped the other random thoughts he's had of the Noodle Boy. But eventually, he had to sleep for more than an hour and....well, the thoughts caught up.

The dream starts hazy, a mix of places. The enrichment room, MK's apartment, mountain castles, MK's room in his own house, before settling on a large nest, much like the enrichment room and elements of MK's oersonal nest, the room larger, made of cut stone, with a balcony that overlooks the side of a mountain.

And the night sky, especially the Moon.

Candles were scattered all over the room, a warm glow filling the room.

Red Son sits up in the nest. In his usual night robe, hair a loose halo around himself. He slowly gets to his feet, looking around in confusion. "Where....?" He looked out at the sky and froze.

"Oh. He didn't." Surely the Noodle Boy hadn't taken him again. To a nest.

Alone.

One part thought it meant nothing.

The currently more dominant part really hoped it meant something. Wanted it to mean something.

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[forgingfires]

Red Son chuckled at the affirmations, warmth in his heart. Its a nice sentiment. He's pretty sure its not true, considering how vile he can be when he's simply himself. MK thinks he's better than he is. But...

He did want to change. He wanted to be better, to be deserving of this love. He didn't want to be the end of the world, and he didn't want to be the one to make MK sad. He had no intentions of becoming a hero or a goody-two shoes, but he could do being someone who made things a little easier for MK.

"Then I hope I can keep being perfect for you," he said, thumb tracing over his cheek.

And then she sees that feral grin, and her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening because there is a promise in that grin. A gasp as he pulls out, the feeling of emptiness the last thing she wants as she listens to him-

And then he thrusts back in hard, and it feels almost like the air is punched out of her, back arching, eyes closing tight, hand clutching at his hand, her other, moving to grip his shoulder as a loud moan follows. "Oh fuck-" Not a scream, but certainly not trying to be quiet. "A-again. Keep going," she demanded, eyes opening partway. "Make me scream. Make me yours."

[noodleboi]

That was all he needed to hear. He started to pull out nearly all the way then trust back in hard. In and out. In then out. His pace strong but slow to start. Testing and savoring each of her reactions. Then the monkey began to speed up. He was thrusting faster, and harder. He growled as he leaned in and bit down hard on Red Son's neck. He sucked hard as he dug his teeth into that flesh. He was going to keep sucking and thrusting until he heard that scream he wanted to hear.

[forgingfires]

A slow, but brutal pace. The kind of thing that struck deep, making her eyes flutter, punching out moans and mewls as he brushed that spot inside that sent electricity through his veins. Hand clutching at his, the other moving to grip at his back, claws digging int to leave more marks on her lover. "MK, a-ah, harder-faster-" Gasping pleas, hips moving to meet those thrusts. She's loud, not quite screaming, but then there are teeth in her neck, her sounds pitching up quickly, fire flaring from the candles around the room.

Its by the third one that the loud noises have definitely starting peaking, loud cries echoing in the room, just a hair away from proper screams. Inner walls tightening around his length as he pounds into her, leaking precum between them as the pleasure starts to mount quickly.

[noodleboi]

MK doesn't need to be told twice. He purred with the claws against the back of his neck. His teeth sank in deeper, intent to leave a permanent lasting mark. His hips thrust harder into her tightening body. His arousal throbbing hard with each movement. He angled just a little more, brushing past that spot even closer now. Wanting to pull more of those amazing noises out of Red Son.

She sounded beautiful to his ears. The fires burned as the wax on the candles melted from all the heat. They would be puddles soon at this rate. MK's other hand moved down to grip Red Son's hip strong enough to bruise. He angled the leg up a little more to push in deeper. He was letting go with the speed and strength he was using. Good thing they were in a nest and not a bed. That poor bed would be creaking and slamming and possibly break at the pace MK was setting.

[forgingfires]

It was what she wanted. The passion, the attention, hearing MK react to her touch, her marks, her body and sounds. She wants those sparks of pain that said he was losing control, the same way she was. It was why the candles had been a must, a place for her fire to go without setting their nest on fire.

"M-make it last," she begged as he bit down harder. A part of her hoping monkey teeth meant it would scar, that it would stay. Sounds taking a keening whine at the tight grip, the faster pace, harder, and roughly moving over that spot. She has to let go of his hand, for both hands to clutch at his back, claws leaving red arms as she moves to meet those thrusts as best as she can. Cries of his name, begging words for more, for all of him, heat and electricity thrumming through her. "C-close! Please! Please MK! D-don't stop, please don't-!"

[noodleboi]

MK's instincts were pulled at hard with the begging words. How could he say not her like this? How could he refuse such a request? It was needy music to his ears. He sank his teeth in hard enough to pierce. He would leave a lasting mark. To scar a demon may take more than teeth but this will last. Ask asked. Anything for his mate.

MK didn't stop. His hips kept slamming into Red Son, no sign of slowing. Even as he grew close, he kept up the brutal and fast pace. He somehow didn't lose his timing at all. He aimed to slam into that spot now, just to help push Red Son over that edge. He released his bite to moan in Red's ear.

"Cum for me, my mate. Let go. I'll always catch you. I'm yours. You're mine. All. Mine."

[forgingfires]

There's the sharp pain, familiar, but different from precise sting of Saya's fangs, instead something rougher, and more like he expects, and Red Son goes tense, tight around him, and like he wanted, she screams, claws digging into his back, legs tight around him. "MK! M-M-Mnnnkc." The hard consonants hard as Red Son's vision blurs and voice starts to crack as her voice gets loud enough to echo out into the night sky.

Her hips moved to meet him as best as she could, but it was hard to keep up the brutal pace, and she didn't ever want it to stop, and yet desperately wanted to reach the end she was so close to. Jolting each time he slams into that spot.

And then there is that whisper, those promises, and its too much, its all far to much, her body arching, head flying back with 'mine' ringing in her ears, screaming cutting out partway as she screams herself hoarse, cumming hard as white splatters between them, body tense and tight as intense pleasure rocks through her.

[noodleboi]

MK purred and moaned loudly himself as the claws dragged down his back. His pace didn't stop until he felt Red Son reach her orgasm. The way she tightened around him, hearing that amazing scream, and felt the pull. He had everything he wanted. He only had to thrust a few more times before he came hard inside Red Son. He pushed in deep and released his pent up load. Red Son could feel the pulsing as ropes of white were released deep inside her.

The monkey pressed close and buried his mouth against Red Son's ear. His growling groan of release emitted from him as he let the afterglow wash over them both.

[forgingfires]

Red Son feel the pressure of his release, and she knows that it doesn't really feel that warm inside her, not compared to her body heat, but the thought that she did that, got that reaction from MK, that he has pushed so deep inside of her with it? That it was yet another way she was marked by him? That made it feel almost molten inside her, a keening and rough whimper leaving her as she shook.

Red Son held on tight for several long moments after their orgasms, eyes staring at the ceiling without being able to focus, pleasure thrumming through her, each spark of pain making it spike. A purring sound in her own throat as she slowly goes limp under him, body feeling like cooked noodles as the tension unwinds. "Yours..." A hoarse whisper, eyes closed as her hands slowly card through his hair.

[noodleboi]

The two stayed close and the monkey purred into Red Son's ear. He loved hearing that admission. The way she told him she belonged to him. How they belonged to each other. His tail flicked as it moved up to brush under Red Son's chin. The monkey pulled back a little, just enough to stare into those eyes. The golden glow returned as that feral grin spread across his face.

"You know. This could be real. If you just did what you wanted to. Pin me to the wall. Claim me. Get me to submit and make me yours. You're the son of the Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan. Who are you to wait?" He asked as his voice shifted. It warped with a strange noise behind it. Red Son's alarm started to blare out of his mouth.

[forgingfires]

Red Son tilted her head back, moving with the tail. Meeting golden eyes, her own hazy and content. Wanting to just linger here, wrapped up in MK. Listening to MK as he spoke, confusion growing, because did she already....?

And then the alarm startled her awake, eyes snapping open to stare at the ceiling. No heavy weight in her arms, pinning her down. Left with a sort of emptiness she wanted filled. And...extremely wet and sticky pajamas pants.

Slowly Red Son wakes up more and realizes what happened. Candles that had been flickering now shooting up with strong flames as she clutched at the blankets.

A wet dream. An extremely intense wet dream of the Noodle Boy. And not just sexually. That wasn't...new, persay. The attraction. But the emotional aspect...that was less so.

His face burned and he-

He couldn't-

He swallows the lump in his throat and gets up. He desperately needed to clean up.