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(Dark Woods, That Night)
Elphaba froze as Fiyero dug his nose into the crook of her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. “Yero, what are you doing?”
“You smell good.” he mumbled into her skin. “Like cinnamon and tea leaves. With just a hint of earth.”
Heat quickly rose to her emerald-colored cheeks. “You’re telling me that I smell like dirt?” she asked with a slight teasing tone in her voice as she turned in Fiyero’s arms to face him.
Fiyero’s ears flattened in embarrassment and he quickly pulled his nose away from her. “N-No! Like trees and grass. That stuff.” he stammered as Elphaba’s lips pulled into a grin.
“Well, at least I don’t smell like a wet dog.”
“I can’t help it, I had to wash in a stream!”
Elphaba gave him a fake pout, “Oh, boo hoo. The prince had to wash himself in something other than a hot shower for once.” She ran a finger down his cheek, “You’re an Ozian fugitive, Yero. I haven’t seen hot water in tide-turns.”
“Well, Castle Tigelaar has modern plumbing and hot water.” Fiyero growled in embarrassment. “I’m sure you can last a few more days.”
“You’re just wanting me to get in with you, aren’t you?”
Fiyero just growled.
Elphaba let out a giggle that immediately sent a gentle warmth into Fiyero’s chest. It was hard to get even a chuckle out of her, but by Lurine it was worth it. He looked right at her, eyes tracing the heavy freckles of her cheeks.
“Wasn’t thinking about it until you mentioned it.” Fiyero gave her his trademark dumb smile, fangs gleaming in the firelight of the hovel. “You’d faint at the size of the bathtubs in the royal quarters. A lot better than what we had at Kiamo Ko.” His Arjiki tongue curled heavily around the name.
“Kiamo Ko?” Elphaba raised an eyebrow.
“Our, uh, other castle.”
“Oh, yes, the other castle. Totally normal.”
“Laugh all you want, but it’s old.” Fiyero shot her a funny look. “Father wanted something newer and closer to the people of Red Windmill. He thought that the royal family living in a creepy, old castle sitting on Knobblehead Peak way above the rest of the Vinkus was a little much.
Brought in a bunch of workers when I was about six.” he continued. “When you combine the effort of the Arjiki people and a shitton of Animals, building a castle goes by pretty fast. Father incorporated a bunch of the newer technologisms from the Emerald City while still keeping the boldness of the Arjiki culture. Plus it’s not quite inside of Red Windmill, so we won’t have to sneak through the entire city to get there. We can probably get through the Riders’ Gate where it leads to the Stables.
But, every gate is guarded by the Castle Guard. All specially trained knights. They don’t take kindly to strangers.”
Elphaba let her hand fall from Fiyero’s face, “What if they don’t recognize you. You said you haven’t been back to the Vinkus in five tide-turns.”
Fiyero made a face, “If they don’t recognize this handsome mug, then they’re insane.” he teased, pushing Elphaba’s braids off her shoulder. “Plus, Felds is blue. You don’t get that anywhere else.”
Elphaba let out a gentle snort, glad that Fiyero seemed to be joking again. That his spiral from last night had settled down. “Well, said handsome mug needs a trim.” She pursed her lips, “And a good bath.”
“Alright, Glinda.” he groaned, pressing his lips to her head. “Can’t help my hair got thicker. Not like you’re complaining. I’ve seen you eyeing my stomach.”
Heat flared on Elphaba’s cheeks, but violently this time. Something in the hovel rattled as a spark of magic escaped her. “I-I, uh.”
Fiyero threw his head back and let out a bark of a laugh. He brought his forehead to Elphaba’s and a hand snaked her to her ass. “Can’t help but look at you in the same way. You’re beautiful.”
Something churned deep within Elphaba’s belly as she trailed a hand down Fiyero’s stomach. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
“It’s not lying.” Fiyero breathed out, lips going to the crook of her neck. “It’s just looking at things another way, illalín. No one else sees you like I do.”
Elphaba’s fingers brushed the waistband of the pajama pants Fiyero had finally put on just hours before. “Illalín.” she repeated, tongue tripping around the foreign syllables. “That’s Arjiki, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it means ‘my love’.” His hands brought her flush to him, and warmth surged as she could feel the bulk of his length against her leg. He pressed another kiss to her neck again.
Elphaba bit back a moan as he began to suck at the skin, “You’re going to have to teach me Arjiki.”
“Not sure how good of a teacher I would be.” Fiyero brought his hands up to the string-fringed straps of her nightwear. “I can’t even read without the letters dancing around.”
Elphaba froze for just a second. Now, it never had occurred to her that the reason behind Fiyero’s distaste towards books was because he had a hard time reading. “No one ever picked up on that?”
“No, no one ever believed me.” He moved his lips to the curve of her collarbone. “Thought I was just making things up to get out of schoolwork. Plus, it didn't help that I couldn't sit still. You try focusing on words when they wanna dance.”
“Maybe I can find a way to help.” she muttered as Fiyero began to slide her top upwards. “I-” She let out a hiss as Fiyero’s fingers brushed the skin of her now-bare stomach.
Fiyero jerked his hand back, “You okay?” he asked in a hushed tone. “I can stop if you want. We-”
“No, I want this, Yero.”
Fiyero just grinned and Elphaba found herself on her back as he loomed over her. The wolf’s eyes were blown with lust as he once again looked at her as though she was made of the stars themselves. Her braids were splayed out around her head like a halo.
She raised her arms as Fiyero pulled her top upwards. He gave it a single yank over her head before throwing the offending garment off to the side. His eyes immediately went to the perk of her emerald breasts and glazed over.
“Oh, stazef.” he breathed out. “Mystyna stazefk.”
Heat churned in Elphaba’s stomach, “Don’t speak Arjiki, remember?” She gave him a teasing smile.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Fiyero brought his lips down to her right breast and took a nipple into his mouth. Elphaba threw her head back as Fiyero began to suck at the sensitive skin. His hands trailed a rough path down to the hem of her underwear. “Is this okay?”
All Elphaba could do was nod as wetness pooled between her thighs.
Fiyero grunted as his length strained against the fabric of his pants as he hooked her underwear down her legs. Something feral churned in the back of his head as the sweet smell of her heat hit him full force– almost honey-like. Static began to accumulate at the edges of his mind.
He brought his lips to one of her breasts again. “Stazef, you smell so good.” he breathed out, voice becoming husky. His fingers trailed between her thighs. “Lurine, Fae. You’re so wet.”
He pulled away and looked down at her, locks of golden-brown bangs hanging down onto his forehead. Eyes were still blown with lust and he was starting to breathe erratically. Elphaba’s stomach did a flip as he simply just watched her. No one had ever looked at her in this way; let alone want to touch her.
She let out a gasp as a finger brushed her clit and curled up inside of her, Fiyero bringing his forehead back to hers. “Tell me when to stop.” he breathed out, lust thick on his lips.
Elphaba didn’t get a chance to say a word before Fiyero began to pump his finger up and down, curling it just right. She bit out a moan as her thighs trembled, Fiyero giving a small nibble to the rim of her ear. The static grew in his mind as his dick strained even more.
“Scream for me, Fae.” he hissed out as one of her nails brushed his bulge. “I want every last Animal in these damn Woods to know what I do to you.”
His lips trailed to her own and his tongue parted them as he continued to pump his finger in her wetness. “Yero, please.” she begged, voice weak. “Need you. Inside.”
Fiyero pulled away from her lips and gave her a darkened grin, pulling his finger out of her. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought the static back. The beast’s teeth were digging their way back into his brain. Nothing more than a primal lust.
Oh, how he wanted all of Oz to know that Elphaba was his. That Morrible made a massive mistake in giving Elphaba Thropp such a beast– a beast that would obey with the simple motion of an emerald finger.
Elphaba reached down as tugged at the hem of his pajama pants and gave them a pull downwards. Fiyero let out a hiss as his length sprung free, its tip already glistening. He pressed his head to her forehead again.
“It may…” he huffed out. “It may hurt.” Now, Fiyero knew that he was the first person that Elphaba had ever laid with.
“I’ve, uh, read things.”
Fiyero let out a husky chuckle. “Of course.” he rumbled, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Elphaba wrapped her fingers around the girth of his rather impressive length. His lips brushed the skin of her forehead, “Let me know if I need to stop and I will.”
Elphaba hissed in agreement as Fiyero helped her guide himself to the entrance of her heat. She just nodded shakily to show that she was ready. “Fiyero, please.”
She let out a hiss of pain as he pushed himself inside, stretching her to a limit unknown. He moaned, deepening the press against her forehead as her walls fluttered around him. “You… You feel so good, Fae.”
Elphaba raked her nails down his back as he moved out ever so slightly. He took her lips into his mouth again and gave a quick thrust, Elphaba’s moan muffled by Fiyero’s lips. Static grew and burned, beginning to overtake his mind as their bodies pressed together. If Elphaba had uttered something, he didn’t hear.
Fiyero moved in and out again, but rougher this time. A growl was building in his throat. Teeth sunk into Elphaba’s shoulder to try and suppress the growl as they reached a quicker, rougher rhythm. He missed the hiss of pain from Elphaba’s lips– both from the teeth in her shoulder or the cresting pressure.
The growl quickly morphed into something else as Fiyero went blank, the feral lust overtaking him. Elphaba was his and no one else could take her from him. His thrusts grew more erratic as Elphaba’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.
His claws dug into her arms, marking her as blood dripped from where he had bitten her– physically marking her as his. Pressure built in his belly as he threw his head back and howled. It was a sharp, loud sound that echoed through the Woods– a thundering declaration of a beast claiming its mate.
Elphaba was his, his, HIS. He wouldn’t let anyone take her away from him. Oh, he would kill the entirety of Oz before he allowed anyone to rip her from his claws.
And, perhaps right in that moment, an even greater monster was born– not the Dog of the Wicked Witch of the West, but the Beast of the Wicked Witch.
(Emerald City, Wizard’s Palace)
“Traper, I promise that we’ll find him. Lieutenant Blackmere has been promoted to Unit Captain of the Dog Catches, correct?”
Cherrystone gritted his teeth, shifting his slinged arm– it had broken when Fiyero had slammed him to the side. “Yes, Madame.” he replied, looking down at Morrible where she sat at her desk. “He was more than glad to go after Tigelaar after the mess of the Witch Hunts. But, I have to ask. What is the true plan for the prince? I know good and well that Thropp didn’t curse him, that was you.”
Morrible just smiled, “You were always a sharp one, Traper.” She picked up one of the propaganda drafts and eyed it. “Just like with Miss Thropp, I want Tigelaar to have a ‘reign of terror’ as well. Fear instills control and the Wizard thinks this’ll be an excellent opportunity to distract Oz from the Animals while we continue to round them up.” She passed him the draft and he took his with his good arm.
Traper frowned as he looked at the crude sketch of a wolf. ‘Beware the Dog of the Witch!’ it screamed with a blackened silhouette of a lycan, Arjiki diamonds shining brightly on its right arm. He snorted, “I don’t think the Vinkun king would take too kindly to using their marks as an identification.”
“No matter how Fiyero tries to hide, those marks won’t be able to. His own version of Miss Thropp’s greenified skin.” Morrible’s smile stayed. “This isn’t a kill hunt, Traper. This is simply a creation of paranoia. Ozians will be too afraid looking for both the Witch and her Dog. We’ll be able to expand Gale Force operations into areas yet unreached. Civilians won’t question when their Animal neighbors are finally gone.”
Something twitched at Cherrystone’s lips as he handed Morrible back the draft. “So, you’re wanting Blackmere to lead a game of Cat and Mouse.”
Morrible shrugged, “Just enough to keep Fiyero in an enraged state.” she began to explain. “Make him dangerous– no, keep him dangerous. Oz fears the Wicked Witch enough, now she’s responsible for the creation of a blood-fueled monster.” She paused for a few clock-ticks, “But, I would love to capture him at some point. Chain him up in the middle of Wizard Square for everyone to point and jeer at.”
“That would likely involve invading Vinkun territory. He was last seen running that way.”
“Then invade them. The Wizard doesn’t care.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Marillot doesn’t follow Common Ozian Law, so I don’t care what they think. Those Winkies lay beside Animals like the digustifying brutes they really are. We could take this opportunity to expand into the Vinkus and claim more land for the Wizard. Especially if we can manage to turn Fiyero against his own people.”
While Traper agreed, it was still risky. Using the distraction of Fiyero would be a good opportunity to further the Animal Bans. But, invading the Vinkus he didn’t like. Arjiki knights were known to fight with a unique fierceness that the Gale Force wouldn’t be used to. Thick obsidian armor and swords the size of Fiyero Tigelaar himself. Heavy iron crossbows that crushed bone. Arjiki knights were trained to maim, not capture. To go into the Vinkus unprepared would mean certain death.
“We would need resources. More weapons and gear.” Traper finally said. “Winter is approaching and the Vinkun winter is unforgiving. The prince has an upperhand.”
“We will approve whatever resources you need, Traper. Money isn’t an issue. We’ll have the factories expedite orders and bring in more Animal workers as needed.”
Traper nodded and thought for a few clock-ticks, “I will have to meet with other Unit Captains first. The Dog Catchers will be responsible for locating and tagging the Witch and Tigelaar. But, I bet he’s running home with his tail in-between his legs. King Marillot harboring an Ozian fugitive would be more than enough reason to invade, if that’s what the Wizard wishes to do.”
“I will discuss options with him. I will have him summon you for further planning, Traper. You are dismissed.”
“One more thing, Madame. How is Miss Upland holding up?”
Something in Morrible’s eyes flashed and she smiled, “Oh, she’s moodified. She’s understandably upset and angry. A dear friend revealed to be nothing more than a Witch’s Whore. Her wedding ruined. I’ve been planning outings for her to spread her Goodness as Tigelaar runs rampant. Ozians need someone to place their attention on as wickedness looms. Someone that knows how to create a grand show of distraction.
For Goodness will overcome Wickedness, no matter the cost.