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Darkness.
You remember dimly that, when you were younger, you sometimes were afraid of being alone in the dark. At night, when trying to sleep and your mind was racing the dark corners in your bedroom held all your fears. It holds a certain irony to you now, that you’ve been fighting the overwhelming horrors that the Light brought with it on the First.
It hurts, your body is burning up, but there is some reprieve somewhere close to you, hovering just out of reach. You are not quite sure where Emet-Selch has brought you. After you've entered the aetheric city he had invited you to spend your final hours in, everything is a bit hazy. You remember pain, the Light gnawing and ripping at you from the inside, wanting to break free, and you remember how the mere touch of his hand was like a cooling balm on your burning skin.
You had journeyed there to die. To succumb to the aetheric corruption far away from anyone you could hurt but when Emet-Selch had held out a hand, a blissfully dark and cold invitation, when he had offered to save you from this on the very brink of agony, you had said yes.
All the righteousness and the heroism paled into insignificance next to the horrors of slowly transforming into a Lightwarden.
And now you are somewhere else.
He had taken you through a portal, and even though you can still feel the light surge and rage through you, your head is already a lot clearer. Clear enough to notice that the two of you are not alone and that the other two figures close to you have something familiar about them. You see long robes, one black and one white, and you try to keep yourself from panicking as you realize who is there with you. Lahabrea, whom you had presumed dead, looks at you with an undeniable sneer visible from behind his mask while Elidibus appears completely neutral as they both listen to Emet-Selch's explanation about the Light inside you and his offer to save you.
You can barely follow the words exchanged. You're no longer screaming and twitching on the ground in pain, but there is still so much that threatens to overwhelm you. Yet, their presence comes with a promise of further relief. There is darkness hovering around all of them, so much you can almost see it. You certainly feel it, calling out to you, tempting and promising. If you could only reach out and grab it...
"You are in dire need of succor, Warrior of Light," comes Elidibus voice through the fog of darkness.
He steps closer, and like Emet-Selch before, he suddenly holds out a hand for you to take. You don't know where the feeling comes from, but the gesture feels grave, important. Like you are acutely aware there will be consequences if you take his hand, even though you have no idea what those could be. With a frown, you think back to the last time you have met Elidibus in particular.
"I thought I was not supposed to lay hands upon an emissary, weren't that your words?" you ask in a gravel voice, and Elidibus tilts his head curiously to the side.
"Sharp and defiant to the end."
The way he speaks sounds almost like he is giving you a compliment, but his words make you clench your teeth.
"This is not my end!" you insist with a growl, but it only makes him lean a little closer as he keeps watching you.
"I wonder, is it defiance or despair that make you insist on this illusion?" Elidibus says, his tone devoid of emotion as he regards you as one would look at a particularly hard-to-solve problem before he adds, "They do sound remarkably similar sometimes."
"What do you want from me?" you ask, trying to ignore his sharp words as you try to understand just what you have gotten yourself into. Emet-Selch had promised you relief from the pain, but what he would gain from bringing you here, you can't tell.
Lahabrea clicks his tongue in obvious annoyance.
"How about a little bit more grace and gratefulness, Warrior of Light?"
He sounds much harsher than Elidibus does and a lot angrier than you've ever heard Emet-Selch speak to you. You can only imagine how much he, in particular, must hate the very sight of you, and you flinch as he takes a step closer.
"If it weren't for Emet-Selch's generosity, you'd be a mindless, aether devouring animal by now," Lahabrea spats, upper lip curling into a look of distaste before he glances at Emet-Selch. "But then again, he's ever been the nostalgic fool where you are concerned."
"Fool?" From behind you, you hear Emet-Selch let out a soft laugh. His hand runs over your shoulder, and the mere presence of his dark aether makes you sigh in relief. Your eyes almost flutter shut under the unexpected wave of cold that seems to calm your fried nerves when they widen in alarm instead as he adds, "Like you don't want to keep her around if only to indulge in your petty need for revenge."
Lahabrea looks almost startled for a moment. As much as you can tell behind the mask that hides half his face at least, but then his jaw tightens.
"I doubt you have brought your former flame here to let me have my way," he sneers at Emet-Selch, who, to your dismay, sees it fit to laugh again.
"And what if I have?" he murmurs as his hand around your shoulder tightens.
Elidibus is quiet through the exchange, but he seems to be watching closely. Watching and evaluating. A shudder runs down your back as Emet-Selch's hand runs over your throat before he grabs your jaw and tilts your head back far enough so he can look down at your face. Unlike the other two, he is not wearing a black robe, nor does he don a mask. Instead, he looks the way you have gotten used to seeing him, and his eyes burn into yours, filled with excitement and something much more terrifying.
"She's not who she once was, and she won't be for a long time to come," he says, and you frown in confusion.
You don't know what he means by that, but under his piercing gaze and the weight of the Light still bearing down on you, your tongue feels heavy and your mind too scattered to ask any questions. He suddenly lets go of you, only to nudge you further towards the other two.
"As long as you don't fully break her, be my guest," he says matter-of-factly, and the casual carelessness in his voice sends a shiver of unease through you.
Before you can scramble away, though, Emet-Selch's hands are back on your shoulders, steering you towards Elidibus.
"But I do think she should indulge our dear Emissary first, don't you think? He works so hard without any reward..."
For a moment, you are utterly confused, and then it dawns on you just what he might mean by that, and you freeze in his hold.
"Indulge?" you mutter, trying to get words out through the haze in your head. "If you think I am going to…"
"Oh, I do not think, my dear, I know," Emet-Selch interrupts you, his grip on you tightening as his voice is suddenly very close to your ear. "The light is burning you up as we speak," he murmurs. "You put on a brave face, but I know you must be in unspeakable pain."
You bite your lips, keeping your mouth tightly shut as you try your best not to let said pain show on your face. He is absolutely right. You still feel like the Light will rip through you any moment now. But that doesn't mean you'd do anything he tells you to.
"And what about it?" you get out between clenched teeth.
"It will only get worse until it consumes you and tears you apart if you refuse my help, or rather our help, that is," Emet-Selch replies in a tone cheerful enough to be grating.
You try to put on the bravest face you can muster.
"Maybe I'd rather die than take your help after all."
"We both know that's not true," Emet-Selch murmurs, sounding unbearably smug. "Or you wouldn't have sought me out in the Tempest on your own."
"And here I thought you'd go soft for the woman you love," comes Lahabrea's dry tone from the side, and you frown again, trying to make sense of what he's saying when Emet-Selch scoffs dismissively.
"A pale imitation at best," he says, his fingers twitching against you as if he keeps himself from grabbing your harder. "For now, that is. But she'll do until we can restore what was, provided we'll break that stubborn heroic streak."
"I don't think any of this is necessary."
Elidibus' voice is calm and quiet, but despite that, it makes both Lahabrea and Emet-Selch pause and turn to him instantly. To your surprise, Lahabrea closes the distance between them, and a moment later, his hands are firmly on the Emissary's shoulders.
"I am not saying this often, but Emet-Selch is right. You have completely forgotten how to savor anything. Sit back and let someone remind you."
He pushes, and the other man follows, sitting down on a large and comfortable-looking couch. The whole thing gives you pause. Has that couch always been there? You could swear the room had been empty before. Empty and black, but it's lit in a dim, warm light that makes the single piece of furniture look almost cozy. Inviting. Emet-Selch nudges you forward, and suddenly he pushes you down to your knees, right in front of the other man.
"You, my dear, you yearn for some relief from the pain, do you not?" he asks in a most inviting tone. "Anything to soothe the anguish. Go on! Elidibus can grant you what you need!"
And he is right, you realize. Now directly in front of him, you can feel the darkness he radiates much more intensely. It calls to you the sweet, sweet promise of salvation, given form by a hand reaching for you almost curiously. You sway for a moment, thrown off-kilter by the Light inside you roaring at the prospect of being denied.
You reach out to steady yourself, and your fingers clasp around fabric as you hold on with all your might. Something metallic runs over your skin. It takes you a moment to realize it's a claw, and when your vision slowly comes back into focus, it's to a white coat beneath your fingers and the menacing image of a clawed Ascian glove running over your collarbones.
"She is burning up," Elidibus murmurs as he leans forward, and suddenly he clasps your face and kisses you.
Your entire body tenses, but his lips are so soft against yours you can't seem to flinch away. Not when they are also blissfully cold and soothing. When you gasp in surprise, his tongue slips into your mouth, and he tilts your head to kiss you more deeply. Elidibus is almost methodical about it, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored as he swallows the unbidden moan that escapes your mouth at his actions. And with each second he keeps kissing you, you can feel his aether more clearly, wrapping around you like a soothing blanket that brings nothing but relief at the end of a very tiring day.
He appeared hesitant at first, but now Elidibus is pushing his white robe aside and undoing the pants he wears beneath with one hand as he keeps kissing you. When he finally lets go of your lips, his clawed glove slips into your hair, and he nudges you towards his newly-freed cock. A drop of liquid is already gathering at the tip, and you swallow heavily at the sight.
You don't want to do this - and yet you do somehow. Desperately so. Your mouth waters, and your body sings in anticipation. You are unsure if it's because of his soothing aether or because of what you are actually doing, but when his cock slides over your lips and into your mouth, you moan unabashedly. Elidibus' clawed hand is in your hair, pulling you almost gently further onto his cock, and the way his dark aether runs over your skin, pushing back the light bit by bit, brings tears of relief to your eyes. Emet-Selch is right, you would do anything for this sensation alone, and the next thing you know is Elidibus taste coating your tongue. With a soft groan, you tighten your lips and begin to move your head more thoroughly.
"So eager," Elidibus mutters. "Your soul yearns for equilibrium."
His sharp claws carefully run along your cheek as if he wants to feel himself pushing into your mouth. You doubt he feels anything through the metal, but the mere gesture is somehow arousing.
Emet-Selch is no longer behind you. You can see from the corner of your eyes that he is sitting down a little further away, crossing his legs leisurely and leaning back, all while looking at you. You wonder if he had meant something like this, too, when he had told you that he likes to watch. There is another presence behind you, though. You can sense the proximity of more aether, and when Lahabrea touches you, you can't help but moan around the cock in your mouth at the way even more of the darkness rushes over your skin.
He wears the same clawed gloves, and a second later, you can hear and feel them cut through cloth as he slices your clothes open without hesitation. He is methodical, cutting several broad strokes until piece by piece falls off your body without any further tugging necessary. You swallow at the thought that each of them could simply will your clothes away with magic. That he is doing this instead means he wants to. And then the clawed fingers run over the skin of your back, but where Elidibus' touch is soft and careful, Lahabrea takes extra care to make you feel it. For a brief moment, you freeze in fear at the thought that he could easily cut you open like this, end your life right here. He doesn't. He drags just enough to leave deep scratches all along your body, making your skin sting while his aether soothes your soul. His hands come around your chest, grabbing and squeezing your breasts hard enough to bruise. The metal of his clawed fingers is cold against your nipples as he catches them and twists them until you let out a small whimper of pain.
Lahabrea suddenly lets go, only to grab your hair, and without warning, he pushes your head down roughly, forcing a small cry from your lungs and a deep moan from Elidibus' lips as the Emissary's cock slides all the way down your throat. He lets up right away, and you come up sputtering and coughing to his dark chuckles behind you.
"Not very skilled, are you, Warrior of Light?" he chides before he clicks his tongue mockingly.
"Give her time," Emet-Selch comments lazily from the side. "She can be taught."
Worry wells up in you at those words and what he might mean by them, but you have no time to follow that thought when Lahabrea suddenly clasps your arms harshly and picks you up.
"Maybe she can, but Elidibus is certainly far too accommodating to teach her properly," he murmurs before he turns you around and settles you onto the other man's lap. You blink as you try to find your bearings, but already the sharp claws of Lahabrea's glove are around your chin, and his grip is firm as he urges you to open your mouth again. He has already freed his erection from his robes as he orders you to open up wide for him.
Somehow you would have thought Elidibus to be the most passive of them, but he is certainly not content with simply watching as Emet-Selch does. Instead, his hand is on your hips as he nudges you forward, and then he drags his spit-slick cock through your folds before he unceremoniously pushes inside your wet heat.
He is big. They all seem to be, and for a moment, the way his cock drags along your inner walls as he slowly pushes himself deeper and deeper makes you hold your breath, especially when Lahabrea uses that moment to thrust inside your mouth. Where Elidibus had let you set the pace, Lahabrea doesn't seem to care much if you are comfortable or not. There is a fiery need behind his every move - like he is driven by a much darker desire to take what he wants from you as he pushes into your mouth deeply, giving you little time to adjust. Yet for all his roughness, you revel under the hard touches. The skin on your back still stings from his claws, and as he drives his cock all the way to the back of your throat until you start to gag, you find yourself clenching tightly around Elidibus' languid strokes.
They hold you between them, and you quickly realize that your efforts to do anything are more of a hindrance than a help. They are completely content with moving you as they see fit, Elidibus lifting you up his lap and dragging you back down onto his cock like you weigh nothing, while Lahabrea simply holds your head in place as he snaps his hips back and forth.
From the corner of your eyes, you can see Emet-Selch is still watching you. He has leaned back into the lavish chair he occupies, his coat pushed aside as he lazily strokes himself to the image of you getting thoroughly used by the other two. Your cheeks are flushed with heat at the thought of what you might look like to him. From the heat in his gaze, you can only assume it to be highly arousing. You are used to him looking down his nose at you in pity or with blatant mockery. Just like you are used to the blatant disdain in Lahabrea's eyes or the eerie indifference from Elidibus.
Yet right now, you find nothing of it in the men around you. Even if he is undoubtedly the calmest one of them, Elidibus isn't indifferent as she pushes inside you deeply with a low groan. And despite the fire in his eyes, Lahabrea isn't trying to end your life; he is unabashedly enjoying your mouth around him, murmuring little phrases of encouragement whenever you manage not to gag around him. And Emet-Selch's eyes speak of nothing but blatant desire, an urgent need he seems to only barely contain with the way he keeps himself away for the moment.
There is something strangely freeing about just letting them take over. The dark aether washes over you, allowing you to breathe without pain for the first time in weeks as the Light is pushed back into the furthest corner of your self, and your body shivers under each touch. You have already lost all track of time when Elidibus suddenly speeds up, moving you up and down his cock faster until he holds you tight against him as he tenses and spills himself deep within you, accompanied by a low, resounding groan. You can't help but moan around Lahabrea's cock in your mouth at the feeling, and that moan turns into several more as one of Elidibus' gloved hand is suddenly between your legs. There is hard, cold metal softly gliding through your folds, and you are well aware that those claws could tear through you, but Elidibus is slow and deliberate, having his hand turned in a way that has the blunt sides rub against you and despite the strange sensation the pressure against your clit is enough to push your already tense body over the edge.
You are still shaking when Lahabrea suddenly draws back and once again grabs your arms.
"Our Emissary is ever so generous," he says with a sneer as he drags you off Elidibus' lap and takes you down to the floor with him. There is a soft carpet beneath you that slightly gives under your touch just before Lahabrea drags you on top of him.
"This time, you'll have to work for it," he adds before his hand is around your neck and he drags you down.
You didn't expect him to kiss you, not with how he has spent most of the time glaring and sneering at you. He bites your lower lip harshly, and when you gasp in pain, he uses the opportunity to claim your mouth. It's completely different from when Elidibus had kissed you before. Lahabrea isn't kind or gentle, he takes what he wants, and his kiss feels more like an angry argument than anything else. It is undeniably an act of passion, though, a consuming one, burning with unspoken desires.
When he draws back, you barely have a second to steady yourself on his chest when Lahabrea grabs your hips and lifts you. The head of his cock drags over your slick entrance, and for a moment, he seems content to tease you, not giving you more yet than a delicious drag of his length through your folds. But then he shifts a little, and there is a hand from behind gliding through your slick folds. Elidibus spreads you open, his other hand running down your back, tracing along the scratches the other had left behind as you slowly sink down onto Lahabrea's cock. A wanton mewl leaves your mouth at the sensation being filled so thoroughly while their dark aether surrounds you from all sides.
"Oh, look at that, she really enjoys that," Lahabrea says with a hint of smugness in his voice from below you before his grip on your hips tightens and he presses you down harshly. "Without all her usual defiance, I might just grow to like her."
There is something scathing behind his words, and the hints of malice in his voice should give you pause, but you can't bring yourself to care, not when he fills your cunt so perfectly.
"Now, let's not upset our guest," Emet-Selch chides as he comes to stand next to you. "Such pleasures are for later."
It's an ominous promise, and again you know it should frighten you, and it does, in a way, but not nearly enough to get you to ask them to stop. Not when Emet-Selch's hand is on your face, cradling your cheek in his palm as he lets his thumb run over your lips.
"Open up, my dear," he prompts you. "Time to earn this generous reprieve we're offering you."
He pulls on your lower lip, and you let your mouth fall open obediently. Whatever he wants from you as long as they keep letting you bathe in the soothing cool darkness of their aether. Emet-Selch's hand is around your chin now, clasping it in a firm grip as she pushes his cock past your lips and into your mouth.
The aether around you sings, offering you blissful respite from your pain. Even more so when you close your lips tightly around the cock in your mouth. Your tongue runs along the length of him, and for each bit of pleasure you offer, you get a hint of the soothingly cool darkness wrapping around you in return. A few stray tears spill from your tightly closed eyes. They are tears of relief, running hotly down your cheeks as you feel almost free of pain. You can't even clearly remember when that had last been the case, and when Emet-Selch grabs your hair to tilt your head further back and pushes deeper into your mouth, you make a noise filled with need.
He hits the back of your throat, going on relentlessly until he pushes past any resistance. The intrusion makes you splutter and gag around him, but his hand in your hair and the sweet promise of the dark aether both keep you where you are, not even thinking about trying to pull away.
"Look at how accommodating you can be, my dear," he murmurs before he lets out a deep moan as he pushes into your throat deep enough to cut off all your air. "What a delight you can be if you stop fighting us at every turn."
He holds you in an iron grip, your forehead pressed against the skin of his stomach as you keep gagging around his cock. You start to feel lightheaded, but before the edges of your vision get too dark, he lets up, and his grip on your hair pulls you almost all the way off his cock. A strand of drool runs down your chin as you cough and try to breathe.
Lahabrea still holds your hips in an iron grip as he lifts you a little only to slam you back down onto his cock, and the noise that leaves you is embarrassingly loud. It's at that moment when you are already so thoroughly stuffed from both sides that you feel an entirely new sensation.
Elidibus runs his fingers over where Lahabrea keeps driving into you from behind you before he lets them trail higher. He spreads your ass cheeks apart, and before you know it, his fingers are suddenly slick as they run over the puckered ring of muscle of your ass. He prods almost teasingly for a short moment before two of them push inside you at once. You yelp, almost choking on Emet-Selch's cock as Elidibus loses no time to stretch his fingers inside you. He gives them a couple of thrusts and twists his hand a few times before he withdraws. A moment later, the equally slick blunt tip of his cock replaces them. It's not much preparation at all. It takes him a moment to push through the resistance, slowly but consistently pushing himself inside of you. It is new and strange, but not at all in a bad way. Having Elidibus slide deep into your ass makes the already snug fit of your cunt around Lahabrea even tighter. You know you are not the only one feeling it when you hear Lahabrea moan as soon as Elidibus moves. For a moment, you are close to screaming. Not out of pain or discomfort, but from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled in a way you've never experienced or even imagined before. All while their darkness drowns out the relentless humming of the Light in your mind, leaving you free to feel nothing but pleasure.
They move in harmony, completely as one. There are no janky movements and no awkward fumbling. The moment Elidibus grabs your hips and starts thrusting into you, both Lahabrea and Emet-Selch move in unison with him. Each time he draws back, Lahabrea does too, only for the two of them to fill you thoroughly again. Their movements push you down onto Emet-Selch's cock, each time holding you there for a bit, letting you swallow around him before letting up again.
Lahabrea underneath you, Elidibus behind you, and Emet-Selch at your side, you are thoroughly surrounded by their presence and their aether alike, just giving yourself over to whatever they want from you. As long as they keep letting you feel their darkness, you are willing to give them everything.
Lahabrea reaches his peak first, bucking up into you, gloved fingers digging harshly into your hips, claws and all. You know he cuts you, but you can't bring yourself to care as he fills you with his release and the air with a deep, guttural moan.
"What a sight," Emet-Selch murmurs as he pushes deep into your mouth. "Making the Speaker speechless for a moment, what a feat, dear hero."
He sounds like he's on the brink of losing himself as well, and his hand clasps around your chin in a harsh grip. His golden eyes look at you filled with need as he thrusts harshly into your mouth, holding your head pressed against him as he empties himself deep down into your throat. You can't stop yourself from swirling your tongue around him as she slowly pulls out of your mouth, and you are almost a little regretful that all you get is a small taste of him.
But they are not done with you. As Emet-Selch takes a step back, you notice that Lahabrea is still hard, yet instead of going on he lifts you enough to slip out of you. Clenching around nothing, you let out a little whine, wanting to go after him, but Elidibus holds you firmly in place. He never stops his slow but steady rhythm of fucking you, not even for a moment as Lahabrea shifts you, and you find yourself on your hands and knees. Elidibus' strokes remain deep and unrelenting as Lahabrea grabs your hair and comes to kneel in front of you, guiding your head to his cock once more.
"Clean up the mess you had us make, Warrior of Light," he says. He sneers at you, but there's anticipation clearly hiding right behind his dismissive demeanor as he adds, "It's the least you can do for all our troubles."
He likes being rough with you; you can tell from the way his smile widens as you wince at his sharp pull on your hair. He doesn't need to push you; you will do as he says in any case. You both know it, but it doesn't keep him from leaning into his desire to bend you to his will. Your own arousal burns through you as you take his cock back into your mouth. It tastes different than before, and you moan deeply at the realization that it's the combined taste of not only yourself and Lahabrea but Elidibus as well that now coats your tongue.
Next to you, Emet-Selch crouches down, letting an ungloved hand run along the curve of your back, prodding at the scratches Lahabrea has left on you.
"Look at you," he murmurs, something undeniably fond in his voice. "Taking everything we give you so well."
His hands roam over each part of your exposed body he can reach, brushing softly over your skin in one moment and digging his fingers into your flesh the other. He grabs your breasts and squeezes, playing roughly with a hardened nipple until you let out a small cry of pleasure.
"Isn't this so much better than constantly fighting, hero? Better than running errands and risking your life only to stand all alone in the end?"
You know it's not that simple, but there is a lure behind his voice that beckons you, that wakes a part of you that usually remains silent. A part that insists he is right. There should be something wrong with that, you know. You shouldn't even consider it, let alone think that he has a point. As if he senses your inner struggle, Emet-Selch's touch turns soothing.
"My dear, be honest," he says in a low voice. "Why would you want to go back to that ?"
The moment he finishes speaking, the fog of dark aether around you lifts, and without warning, the Light smashes back into you, burning like the fires of hell. Your eyes are wide open, but you can't see a single thing over the blinding sensation. Never-before-felt pain runs through you, your entire body locking up under it. You are barely aware of the tears running down your cheeks as you scream in agony. The pitiful sound is muffled by Lahabrea fucking your mouth relentlessly, grabbing your hair harder as he fills it up with his release. It's like blissful relief, a cooling drop of water in the burning hell you find yourself in, but it is not enough, and when he retreats, you find yourself scrambling, begging in a hoarse voice for more, but you can't follow where he goes, for Elidibus still holds you tightly, speeding up his thrusts before he, too, fills you up one more with a deep groan.
And then he is gone as well, and you fall forward, collapsing to the ground as the Light keeps up its relentless assault. The carpet feels no longer soft under your touch; it is coarse and harsh against your skin as you burn and beg for relief.
"You are being cruel, Emet-Selch," comes Elidibus' voice from somewhere like through a fog, and you hear a joyful laugh from Lahabrea in response.
"Let him," he says without a care. "He is angry that she doesn't remember. He always is."
You can't make sense of any of this, trying with all your might to fight a losing battle against the overwhelming Light within you.
"It's not mere cruelty; I am being efficient," Emet-Selch says a moment later, and his voice is so close you feel like you can reach out.
There is something solid under your fingers, and you grab it tightly, pulling and clinging, and then his arms wrap around you, and the darkness is back, driving the Light away in an instant. The change is almost overwhelming as you go from feeling like you are about to die to finding yourself cradled in Emet-Selch's arms, his hand between your legs as he smiles down at you.
"Isn't this better, hero?" He repeats his earlier question, and the tears still run down your cheeks as you nod your head, gasping for air as the dark aether sweeps through you and Emet-Selch's fingers rub over your clit at the same time.
It's all that it takes to make you fall completely apart in his arms, weeping in relief and pleasure alike. You cling to him as you shake in his arms, hands buried into his coat as he makes soothing noises, running a hand gently through your hair.
"You don't ever want to go back to that, am I right, my dear?" He murmurs, and you don't trust your voice; you just weakly shake your head.
It makes his smile widen.
"I guess that means you have to stay here with us," he adds as he gently lowers you down onto the once again soft and plush feeling rug. "We'll take good care of you, keeping that Light away from you - would you like that?"
You can do nothing but nod, your eyes almost fluttering shut from the exhaustion and under his soothing voice.
"We are not done yet, hero," he says sharply, making your eyes snap open again.
He knows your name, but he never uses it. Instead, he calls you hero or my dear, sometimes with fondness, sometimes in mockery, but always like he wants to say something else entirely.
Emet-Selch is above you. He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, and when he enters you on one sharp thrust that buries him inside you to the hilt, he is not met with any resistance. For someone who has spent a good time simply watching you and who has managed to appear casually bored most of the time, he seems suddenly driven by an unusual urgency. He drives into you like a man possessed, not giving you even a second to adjust or catch your breath. It would probably hurt had you not been so thoroughly prepared. The wet noises each of his thrusts into you make serve to remind you that he is fucking you while you are already filled up with both Elidibus' and Lahabrea's seed. And he's about to add to that. Emet-Selch nearly folds you in half as he presses you down into the soft rug each time he bottoms out, but for all his roughness, you are not in any pain. Not from the way your throat was abused earlier, nor from the deep scratches on your back, nor from the way his skin slaps loudly against yours.
Mindlessly, you reach for him, draw him even closer as your fingers bury themselves into his hair, and you pull until his lips smash against your own, and then he's kissing you as roughly as he is taking you. His mouth is hard and demanding on your own, and his tongue sweeps through your mouth like it belongs there.
Elidibus' kiss had been a calm wave, a soothing tide. Like a welcoming embrace, it had drawn you in, while Lahabrea's kiss had been fiery and confrontational, like an old, familiar argument. Emet-Selch's kiss is consuming, dragging you under into a dark ocean. Drowning you and breathing new life into you at the same time. But they all have one thing in common - they taste like coming home. And when all you feel is the complete bliss of being thoroughly surrounded by aether, you wonder just why you've ever been afraid of the dark.