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Evening Mischief (Original Work)
Title: Evening Mischief
Fandom: Original
Characters: Malakai Irvine/Clarice Irvine née Sedley
Summary: In the evening, Clarice teases her husband.
Notes: Technically spoilers for the novel I'm writing lol.
Clarice had gone to admirable pains to sew clothes that suited the Irvine children's peculiar physiques exactly, but watching her husband undress now, it occurred to her that she had yet to consider doing the same for him. Perhaps it was because Lord Irvine didn't look as strange in his normally-shaped clothes as his children did. His waistcoat fit snugly around his muscled chest, his trousers following the line of his legs. The only thing his clothes couldnt fit around were the dozen appendages that protruded from underneath his shirt.
Nature had designed a creature suited to walking both the world of the spirits of the forest and the world of humans. Even with his failing magic, he had no issues concealing his tentacles whenever he needed to roam the human world.
As Lord Irvine began to undress for the evening, Clarice's thoughts took a different turn. He undid the braids in his hair, unbuttoned his waistcoat, and untied his shoes with his tentacles as dextrously as humans used their fingers. His unoccupied tentacles waved about without direction, weaving in and out of the way of one another, and Clarice leaned over the edge of the bed to take one into her hand. Lord Irvine's eyes flickered to her in acknowledgement. He didn't otherwise react until she brought the tentacle to her lips, pressing a kiss to the underside, then taking it into her mouth.
His entire body jerked in surprise, but the tentacle remained in Clarice's mouth. Their eyes met, and she smiled around her mouthful at the widening of his eyes. If he had the ability to blush, his face would have surely turned crimson, but the layers of frill-like gills on his face shielded him from the display of emotion.
'What are you doing?' he said in a low voice.
She glared at him. A stupid question that deserved no answer. Instead, she closed her eyes, savouring the taste of the tentacle. It had been cold, but was beginning to warm to the temperature of her mouth, and it had an earthy taste - the taste of the lake. It felt slippery too, Lord Irvine's entire body being covered in a thin layer of oil which protected him from drying out while he was on land. Altogether, it should have been unpleasant, but Clarice relished the taste of her husband, the evidence of his physical peculiarities.
The edge of the bed dipped down and Clarice opened her eyes to see that Lord Irvine had joined her. He crawled over the bed to kneel over her. She let the tentacle fall out of her mouth with a slightly wet sound then reached out to take another one, but before she could do so, Lord Irvine raised another one to her mouth himself. He stroked her lips as they curved into a smile, before pushing it inside. It was rare for him to be forceful in any way, even if she had indicated her interest prior, and she was delighted. But she couldn't let him take the lead for long. She sucked on the appendage for a few moments then took it firmly into hand and pulled it away. Maintaining eye contact with Lord Irvine, she brought the tentacle down underneath the hem of her nightdress, pushing it past her underclothes.
Lord Irvine's breath escaped him in a stutter. His eyes darted downwards, but Clarice followed his eyes with her own demanding he return to locking their gazes. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and then, as if he couldn't restrain himself any more, he surged forward to press their lips together. She allowed it for just a moment before she pushed him back with her free hand.
'Let me see you,' she said. It sounded like a request, but it was not. Clarice didn't see the point of asking politely, and so had never requested anything in her life.
'What do you mean?' Lord Irvine said, a slight frown wrinkling the set of gills above his brow.
Clarice looked pointedly at his hardening member, only occasionally visible through the movement of his tentacles. After taking off his day clothes, he had not bothered putting on his nightdress, and his naked body was on full display for her. He was embarrassed again, as might be expected of a man of gentle birth and breeding when confronted by a woman who did not shy away from intimate matters, though it was apparent only in the expression of his eyes.
She began to pleasure herself with the fleshy appendage. It was thinner than her husband's manhood, but she didn't have the ability to manipulate Lord Irvine's manhood like this. Clarice pushed it inside her, stroking her walls with it, at first delighted by how cold it was, then relaxing into the sensation as it warmed to her body temperature. Her eyes slid shut as she moved the tentacle with jerkier and less controlled movements, chasing after the pleasure.
'May I touch you?' Lord Irvine said in a husky voice. She ignored him. He could figure it out on his own.
He did soon enough. He stroked her face with a tentacle, causing her to shiver as the cool appendage touched her increasingly warming skin. It was her heat that drew him in. The bed in the master bedroom was directly in front of the fireplace so that Lord Irvine's cold-blooded body would not cool to the point of making him sluggish in the morning, but now he had a heat source directly in his bed, and he couldn't get enough of it. He had enough tentacles to touch her face and her neck, to trail down her body, to push up her nightdress and caress the swell of her breast, to wrap the length of two around her thighs then stroke the lips of her entrance with the tips of both while she continued to thrust the one in her hand in and out of herself. Lord Irvine watched her movements with hungry eyes and mouth agape.
'Malakai,' she said, and his eyes flew to hers in surprise. She rarely used his name, opting for the 'sir' or 'my lord' instead, or 'husband' when she was feeling affectionate. His name she only used for effect, as she did now. 'Do the same to yourself.'
'The same?'
She squeezed the tentacle in her hand and he understood. But he was diffident to obey.
'I ...'
'I will not touch you, or let you enter me,' she said. She clasped his tentacle again, and this time, he let out a gasp as she penetrated herself with it.
It was nothing more than years of restraining her emotions that allowed Clarice to act as cool as she did through Lord Irvine's ministrations. The tentacle fondling one of her nipples, the two that caressed her entrance, occasionally pushing inside with the tentacle in her hand, were pushing her into overstimulation. All she wanted was to see Lord Irvine touch himself, and she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. She simultaneously thrust the tentacle deep inside her and leaned into the two at her entrance, filling herself up, and threw her head back to release a deliberately loud moan.
That was enough for Lord Irvine. One of his tentacles curled around his manhood as if against his will, and Clarice smiled. She matched her movements to his pace, and was pleased when the tentacles roaming her body became more erratic, moving as if to simply draw out all the heat from her body into himself. She couldn't keep her eyes open for long, but the image of his manhood swallowed up by his tentacles was imposed behind her eyelids, and, tugging onto his tentacle almost a little too hard, she reached her climax. Seconds afterwards, a thin filmy liquid, cool in comparison to her hot skin, spilled over her thighs.
Lord Irvine lowered himself on top of her. Clarice hugged an arm around his back. His body was still so cold. Of course, it didn't warm up after exertion like her human body did. But she enjoyed that difference, another proof that he was not of the same world as her.
'Sometimes I think you love me,' he murmured into her ear. Out loud, she laughed, but her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. He still didn't understand after all - foolish creature that he was. She kissed his cheek, resolving to forget his words for the night, then surrendered to sleep.
Fandom: Original
Characters: Malakai Irvine/Clarice Irvine née Sedley
Summary: In the evening, Clarice teases her husband.
Notes: Technically spoilers for the novel I'm writing lol.
Clarice had gone to admirable pains to sew clothes that suited the Irvine children's peculiar physiques exactly, but watching her husband undress now, it occurred to her that she had yet to consider doing the same for him. Perhaps it was because Lord Irvine didn't look as strange in his normally-shaped clothes as his children did. His waistcoat fit snugly around his muscled chest, his trousers following the line of his legs. The only thing his clothes couldnt fit around were the dozen appendages that protruded from underneath his shirt.
Nature had designed a creature suited to walking both the world of the spirits of the forest and the world of humans. Even with his failing magic, he had no issues concealing his tentacles whenever he needed to roam the human world.
As Lord Irvine began to undress for the evening, Clarice's thoughts took a different turn. He undid the braids in his hair, unbuttoned his waistcoat, and untied his shoes with his tentacles as dextrously as humans used their fingers. His unoccupied tentacles waved about without direction, weaving in and out of the way of one another, and Clarice leaned over the edge of the bed to take one into her hand. Lord Irvine's eyes flickered to her in acknowledgement. He didn't otherwise react until she brought the tentacle to her lips, pressing a kiss to the underside, then taking it into her mouth.
His entire body jerked in surprise, but the tentacle remained in Clarice's mouth. Their eyes met, and she smiled around her mouthful at the widening of his eyes. If he had the ability to blush, his face would have surely turned crimson, but the layers of frill-like gills on his face shielded him from the display of emotion.
'What are you doing?' he said in a low voice.
She glared at him. A stupid question that deserved no answer. Instead, she closed her eyes, savouring the taste of the tentacle. It had been cold, but was beginning to warm to the temperature of her mouth, and it had an earthy taste - the taste of the lake. It felt slippery too, Lord Irvine's entire body being covered in a thin layer of oil which protected him from drying out while he was on land. Altogether, it should have been unpleasant, but Clarice relished the taste of her husband, the evidence of his physical peculiarities.
The edge of the bed dipped down and Clarice opened her eyes to see that Lord Irvine had joined her. He crawled over the bed to kneel over her. She let the tentacle fall out of her mouth with a slightly wet sound then reached out to take another one, but before she could do so, Lord Irvine raised another one to her mouth himself. He stroked her lips as they curved into a smile, before pushing it inside. It was rare for him to be forceful in any way, even if she had indicated her interest prior, and she was delighted. But she couldn't let him take the lead for long. She sucked on the appendage for a few moments then took it firmly into hand and pulled it away. Maintaining eye contact with Lord Irvine, she brought the tentacle down underneath the hem of her nightdress, pushing it past her underclothes.
Lord Irvine's breath escaped him in a stutter. His eyes darted downwards, but Clarice followed his eyes with her own demanding he return to locking their gazes. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and then, as if he couldn't restrain himself any more, he surged forward to press their lips together. She allowed it for just a moment before she pushed him back with her free hand.
'Let me see you,' she said. It sounded like a request, but it was not. Clarice didn't see the point of asking politely, and so had never requested anything in her life.
'What do you mean?' Lord Irvine said, a slight frown wrinkling the set of gills above his brow.
Clarice looked pointedly at his hardening member, only occasionally visible through the movement of his tentacles. After taking off his day clothes, he had not bothered putting on his nightdress, and his naked body was on full display for her. He was embarrassed again, as might be expected of a man of gentle birth and breeding when confronted by a woman who did not shy away from intimate matters, though it was apparent only in the expression of his eyes.
She began to pleasure herself with the fleshy appendage. It was thinner than her husband's manhood, but she didn't have the ability to manipulate Lord Irvine's manhood like this. Clarice pushed it inside her, stroking her walls with it, at first delighted by how cold it was, then relaxing into the sensation as it warmed to her body temperature. Her eyes slid shut as she moved the tentacle with jerkier and less controlled movements, chasing after the pleasure.
'May I touch you?' Lord Irvine said in a husky voice. She ignored him. He could figure it out on his own.
He did soon enough. He stroked her face with a tentacle, causing her to shiver as the cool appendage touched her increasingly warming skin. It was her heat that drew him in. The bed in the master bedroom was directly in front of the fireplace so that Lord Irvine's cold-blooded body would not cool to the point of making him sluggish in the morning, but now he had a heat source directly in his bed, and he couldn't get enough of it. He had enough tentacles to touch her face and her neck, to trail down her body, to push up her nightdress and caress the swell of her breast, to wrap the length of two around her thighs then stroke the lips of her entrance with the tips of both while she continued to thrust the one in her hand in and out of herself. Lord Irvine watched her movements with hungry eyes and mouth agape.
'Malakai,' she said, and his eyes flew to hers in surprise. She rarely used his name, opting for the 'sir' or 'my lord' instead, or 'husband' when she was feeling affectionate. His name she only used for effect, as she did now. 'Do the same to yourself.'
'The same?'
She squeezed the tentacle in her hand and he understood. But he was diffident to obey.
'I ...'
'I will not touch you, or let you enter me,' she said. She clasped his tentacle again, and this time, he let out a gasp as she penetrated herself with it.
It was nothing more than years of restraining her emotions that allowed Clarice to act as cool as she did through Lord Irvine's ministrations. The tentacle fondling one of her nipples, the two that caressed her entrance, occasionally pushing inside with the tentacle in her hand, were pushing her into overstimulation. All she wanted was to see Lord Irvine touch himself, and she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. She simultaneously thrust the tentacle deep inside her and leaned into the two at her entrance, filling herself up, and threw her head back to release a deliberately loud moan.
That was enough for Lord Irvine. One of his tentacles curled around his manhood as if against his will, and Clarice smiled. She matched her movements to his pace, and was pleased when the tentacles roaming her body became more erratic, moving as if to simply draw out all the heat from her body into himself. She couldn't keep her eyes open for long, but the image of his manhood swallowed up by his tentacles was imposed behind her eyelids, and, tugging onto his tentacle almost a little too hard, she reached her climax. Seconds afterwards, a thin filmy liquid, cool in comparison to her hot skin, spilled over her thighs.
Lord Irvine lowered himself on top of her. Clarice hugged an arm around his back. His body was still so cold. Of course, it didn't warm up after exertion like her human body did. But she enjoyed that difference, another proof that he was not of the same world as her.
'Sometimes I think you love me,' he murmured into her ear. Out loud, she laughed, but her heart squeezed painfully in her chest. He still didn't understand after all - foolish creature that he was. She kissed his cheek, resolving to forget his words for the night, then surrendered to sleep.