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Do you like it, Scara, I... I made it just for y- aaaahhck! [ childe screams, jerking with the force of the stab, his body instantly spasming as blood spurts from the wound. he heaves a harsh couple of breaths, a broken laugh following as he reaches for his chin and tries to drag him into a kiss. ] F- Fuck, that... hurt...

[ he kisses him back, rough and needy, and then he just shoves the gnosis right into the stabbing wound, not even a little bit careful or mindful of the pain - since he's pretty sure it's a turn on for him ]

You say that like - you don't enjoy a bit of pain.

[ it takes a great deal of strength not to cough blood at scara once he’s shoved the gnosis into him, but he manages to bite his lip to stifle the cough… though he eventually does turn his head to wheeze. it hurts. it’s hurts so much and so good. ] Do, I do, …but this is a lot, too much. [ his grip loosens on him, but he does try to kiss him over and over and over, like Scaramouche is the only thing keeping him alive. ] I’m still waiting for you to fuck me.

[ considering he's controlling the dream, in a way he pretty much is. ]

I can feel it, you know. The Gnosis inside of you. You feel just divine, Tartaglia.

[ he'll take care of trashing his clothes - cutting them using the same blade Childe made for him, and casting them aside. For his own, he'll just remove them as fast as possible.

It doesn't take him long to be on Childe again, kissing him once more as he brings a hand between his legs, to his ass, fingers teasing his hole ]

[ childe laughs, but soon the stab wound scaramouche made is sealing itself - the ends of his severed skin searing themselves back together with a purple tint. he sucks in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes, his entire body feeling like it’s suddenly on fire. ] Divine, h- huh, I’ve been… upgraded then… [ he cracks an eye open and scaramouche, blue now purple, as he watches his clothes torn and cast aside. ]

Just fuck me already. [ he whines, spreading his legs further apart and trying to twist and turn to get scaramouche to enter him. ]

[ he's such a sight like this, and he's truly wondering if he could convince him to steal a gnosis and live forever like this. How pretty he would be. ]

Impatient brat.

[ but he complies, shifting so he can align himself against him, and giving him only a moment to prepare before he pushes in all in one go, not bothering to go slow ]

A-aah ...

[ WHO KNOWS! there is definitely a possibility. ]

You wouldn’t have me any other way. [ he wraps his legs around his waist, so as soon as Scaramouche thrusts into him he’s digging his heels into the small of his back to force him impossibly deeper. ]

Breed me, Scaramouche, fuck me until I can think… [ he grabs for his hand and sets it back to his chest, the subtle electric pulse from the gnosis reaching his fingertips. ] Feels good to have you inside me like this and that and… how greedy would it be to ask for more?

This one is special, you know. It was passed down three Electro Archons. And now you get to enjoy it all for yourself ...

[ he brings both hands to his chest, leaning in to kiss his neck and then bite down ]

... The element always suited you.

[ It's all he says as he begins moving into him, hard and fast from the get go, careful to keep the angle that Childe chose ]

[ his head is swimming for half a dozen reasons, but the moment scaramouche’s hands are on his chest is the moment he’s grabbing them and shoving them in. ] …the sword, take it out, I want to see it. [ and more importantly he wants to see scaramouche kiss it. ] Hah, r- really, even more than… than Hydro? [ it tapers into a cry as he turns his head aside, a serious if lewd sounds spilling forth as he tries to match his pace. ] So good, you feel so good, …

[ he would point out that the sword itself is not attached to the gnosis, it's his own spoils of victory. But he remembers what Childe said about breeding before, and decides not to ruin the fantasy. They are in a dream, after all, so he will oblige - letting it come out of Childe's chest, accompanied by purple light and electro energy ]

I want you — to keep calling my name.

[ he doesn’t know that, but he’s running purely on horny brain at the moment, and just wants to do anything and everything capable of making the things he’s feeling more intense. ] Scaramouche, [ reaches for it, running his fingers along its edge as soon as he’s taken it out. ] Scaramouche. [ reaches past and brushes his fingers over his cheek. ] More, Scaramouche, more, please, give me more. I want you. Need you, [ his breath hitches as he frantically tries to up the pace. ] Scaramouche.

[ He's so captivating like this, and if he's entirely honest, for just a moment he feels his heart flutter. Stupid sexy brat and his stupid cute face. He'll put the sword in Childe's hand, giving him freedom to do whatever he wants - and then grabs on his chin, leaning in to kiss him roughly as he indulges him, picking up the pace ]

Now who's the one - getting bred?

[ he had just wanted to see the sword come out and the novelty of it, so as carefully as be he sets it aside. returning his focus to Scaramouche he kisses him back, groaning into his mouth as he uses that word, the head of his cock leaking precum as he turns his head to murmur against his cheek, ] Yes, it’s me, I want to be bred, breed me, breed me, Scaramouche.

[ He feels like he's the one losing it now, with Childe begging him to breed him. odd as it is, there's something especially hot about hearing him ask it like that.

He's going to bring his hand to Childe's cock, jerking him off fast and rough, keeping the same pace of his thrust and trying to get him to come. He himself is not so far, and with one final thrust, he ends up coming inside him, slumping against him immediately after ]

[ childe comes as soon as scaramouche does, trembling as he tries to come down from such a steep high. ] ...breed me, don't stop, keep going, Scaramouche, fuck me- breed me- fill me up more. [ he's a touch out of sorts at the moment, his chest searing with a pain unlike no other as bright purple veins start splintering out from the (former) wound on his chest. ]

[ It should be worrying that his body is reacting to the Gnosis like that but right now he just finds it hot. And he smirks, enjoying the way Childe is begging for more, and thinking he should give just that ]

A--aah ... I just finished fucking you and you still want more? How greedy.

I guess an old bastard like you can't keep up with the likes of me, huh?

I didn't say that, you brat.

[ It's a dream, after all. But he will pull back, off of him and instead lower himself so he can start trailing kisses down from his chest to his stomach, paying attention to some of those purple veins ]

But if you really want to be bred so bad I wonder if I could make it happen.

It sure sounded implied. [ a laugh. ] Hah, that feels... nice... [ the purple marks glow when scaramouche gets closer, seeming to react to his own affinity for electro. ]

You... think so? [ looks intrigued. ] Do it then, Scara, breed me.

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[ he's smirking at that, placing a few other kisses on his skin, down to his tattoo and then finally to the head of his cock, tongue lapping up any leftover fluids ]

Mmm. But if I breed you, you will have to give birth for me. You'll do that, right? Give me a spectacle worth watching.

[ childe tenses, jerking his hips the moment his tattoo is touched. his face flushes, color trailing down to his neck and making the purple static outlines even more obvious. ] Yes, of course, [ his fox ears appear, as do his tails, and he starts shifting his anatomy some to make his asshole slick and ready for Scaramouche. ] I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you, Scara, if you breed me I’ll give birth as many times as you ask. [ he threads his fingers through his hair, hand shaking as he has to keep from forcing him down onto his weeping cockhead. ]

[ he'll take him into his mouth with no hesitation at the encouragement, one hand going to the base of his cock while the other moves to his thigh and down his legs, prompting him to move it up his shoulder. Once Childe does that, he'll bring his hand to his hole, fingers pushing into him, enjoying the knowledge that he just shifted for him, while he's already full of his cum.

He'd like to keep sucking him off for a while more, but this isn't the time - he promised to breed him after all. So he will move away, but make sure to bring his other leg over his shoulder as well, hands going to the back of his knees to bend him, ass in the air and exposing his hole. Good thing he knows Childe is flexible. ]

I'm going to pump you full of eggs. You're going to be so full for me, and after I'm done I'll just fill you up again.

Over. and over. again.

From now on, you're my bitch, Tartaglia.

[ And that's all he says before he pushes inside of him. He's considering changing his anatomy as well, so he can feed the fantasy of breeding him a little better, but not yet. He's always enjoying it when Childe shifts while inside of him and so, he'll do the same ]

[ childe turns his head and groans, the color on his face darkening as scaramouche moves his leg over his shoulder and sinks a few fingers inside him. ] S- Six, [ he chokes on the rest of whatever he had half a mind to say, arching toward his mouth and feeding more of his cock into him. ] mouth, your mouth, it feels so good. [ a grunt follows as his other leg is moved and he’s more or less bent in a mating press - his feral instincts going absolutely wild as scaramouche’s words send him over the edge and he comes. ]

Yes yes yes yes. Scaramouche, [ he trails into a whine, already hard again as he feels his body slipping into its heat cycle. whether he did it without realizing it or the thought of being bred spurred it on suddenly he doesn’t know, but he can’t think of anything else but getting stuff full of scaramouche’s eggs. ] I’m… heat just for you, I’m ready, so ready for you to fill me. I’m your bitch, mate me, fill me up until I can’t take it anymore.

[ He assumes this is part of the dream, too, not actually aware that Childe truly does go in heat. and right now it's a big turn on, so even if he was not entirely into the idea of breeding originally, well - being able to actually act it out sure changes things.

There's a laugh, a little cruel and a touch unhinged, at seeing Childe so desperate for him. ]

You already came and I barely even slid into you, what a hungry cockslut. Just look at you.

[ His voice is on the edge of breathlessness as he rocks into him, setting out a punishing pace from the get go and moving his hands to his ankles to keep him into position. It's only after a few more minutes of that he finally does shift his own anatomy, increasing his size and taking inspiration from the shape of "magical beasts" from stories and fantasies he's read in his life.

It's a dragon cock basically.

And as he keeps fucking him Childe will feel him sliding something into him, small eggs that will grow in side later ]

I wonder — how many you'll be able to take.

[ childe doesn't mind the laughter, cruel though it might be. it's kind of a turn on, if he's being honest, because scaramouche is the alpha, his alpha, and he's chosen him to breed. the thought of him choosing someone else crosses his mind briefly and he catches himself growling in jealousy. he manages to curb that though, because he should be thankful that he's getting dicked down. ]

Look at me. Just... just look at me, only me. I'm a slut for your cock, I need it, I... I need it, Scaramouche.

[ childe swears under his breath as he almost comes again, simply because scaramouche is changing himself to be able to breed him. he cries out, sound swirling into a groan as he thrusts back against him in an attempt to meet his pace. ] All of them. I'll take each and every one of you have to give me. Don't give them to anybody else. Me, just me!

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