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When the underworld came under new management what was once a desolate place where the souls wandered aimlessly has now evolved into a place of order and structure. A far cry to what it used to be, now with its levels for the souls to spend the rest of their time.
Though today everyone was in a somber mood, felt across all the levels of the underworld even the titan narwhal rumbled a sad song.
It was the day before their queen left for the surface.
Everyone knew if it wasn’t for that meddlesome deal from the surface gods their queen would spend all his days down below, but alas a compromise had been made so the surface does not succumb to the grief of the mourning goddesses.
Neuvillette let out another sigh, he has been doing that a lot lately as the days to his departure came and went.
Grip on the pomegranate tighten just a bit, Neuvillette wished he didn’t have to depart this realm that was feeling more and more like home over the course of his marriage to the king. But alas even if he was willingly kidnapped he was still stolen and the gods above had enough power and sway to make him return and never step foot in this place again.
Neuvillette’s strength broke the hard shell of the pomegranate, cracking it open to get to the juicy seeds.
It had been tradition ever since he first ate seeds from the fruit of the underworld he indulged in one before departing.
Popping a few into his mouth, the flavor wasn’t for all but Neuvillette loved it. Continuing to indulge in the fruit as he watched over his kingdom from the balcony.
Not at all surprised or jumping when strong arms wrapped around his waist, a chin propped onto his shoulder and a muscular chest pressing against his back.
“Sweetness.” The king of the underworld purred in Neuvillette’s ear before peppering soft kisses down his neck.
“My dear.”
Wriothesley’s arms tightened around Neuvillette, a grip the other was familiar with when he didn’t wish for his love to leave him. Neuvillette placed the half eaten fruit on the balcony railing as he turned in Wriothesley’s grip to face him. Fingers stained lightly from the juices of the fruit tracing over the scar on his husband’s face under the eye, then tracing down his chiseled jaw.
“Time seems to be flying faster, should I send a complaint to Isaroth?” Wriothesley sighed out, pressing his forehead to Neuvillette’s.
“I doubt she is meddling with time my dear, another six months have come to an end.” Though Neuvillette can share in the pain of it feeling like it wasn’t enough time. But that was the agreement, six months only in the underworld since he consumed six pomegranate seeds. Even if he indulged in all the food he wanted now the agreement had been finalized, nothing will keep him here indefinitely.
“I don’t want you to go.” Wriothesley squeezed Neuvillette tighter.
“I know my dear.” Neuvillette shared the same sentiment as well though there were a few silver linings returning to the surface.
“Share with me one last night?”
“Always my dear.”
Wriothesley captured Neuvillette’s lips in a kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. Neuvillette hummed happily behind the kiss, enjoying the taste of his husband. While other gods indulged heavily in wine his dear husband fancied tea as his drink of choice, it was always pleasantly there whenever they exchanged kisses. Wriothesley was enjoying the taste of pomegranate on Neuvillette’s tongue, the sweet yet tart fruit divine along with it coming from Neuvillette.
Strong arms wrap around Neuvillette’s lithe frame, the other pressing against Wriothesley’s sturdier one. Their obvious differences in sizes were always something Neuvillette enjoyed.
A hand threading through Neuvillette’s long hair, silky white strands soft to the touch.
Neuvillette pulled away from the kiss for a moment, another placed on his husband’s lips before he started to pepper them down Wriothesley’s throat, especially where that scar on his neck was. One of these days his husband will tell him how he got it.
Next thing Neuvillette knew strong arms were scooping him up, his husband effortlessly carrying him yet being so gentle about it. Taking the two of them away from the balcony more into their shared chambers. Neuvillette was laid out gently on the large bed, the soft fur pelts tickling his exposed skin peeking from his outfit.
The two usually enjoyed stripping each other bare but with time not on their side they indulged in their godly powers to instantly make their clothing strip away. Wriothesley wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, slotting himself between Neuvillette’s open thighs, capturing his lips in another kiss.
Neuvillette sighed happily, feeling the bare skin of Wriothesley against his own, hands smoothing over the scars he’s earned through battles of old.
Wriothesley pulled his mouth away from Neuvillette to start peppering kisses all along Neuvillette’s collarbone. Sighs of pleasure slipped through Neuvillette’s lips from the kisses until a moan spilled out when Wriothesley’s warm mouth closed around a nipple. Claw hand gripping the strands of hair tighter on Wriothesley’s head, being mindful of the horns. Wriothesley’s other hand was smoothing down Neuvillette’s body before his hand stopped and splayed out over the mark on Neuvillette’s pelvis. He left it there their first night spent together, as a way to lay his claim on Neuvillette so he would always be his no matter what those surface gods said. There was a thrum of power from the touch, Neuvillette moaning loudly, feeling the warmth spread from the mark.
The king of the underworld pulled away from his queen’s chest and moved further down his body.
Neuvillette knew what was coming, even still a surprised gasp escaped him when a searing kiss was placed on the mark followed by a lick. One of Neuvillette’s legs was thrown over Wriothesley’s shoulder giving him more access to work.
“Ah Wriothesley~”
Another loud moan slipped from Neuvillette’s lips when Wriothesley’s mouth closed around his center, licking and teasing the bundle of nerves. Neuvillette’s hands gripping the furs under him while Wriothesley’s wicked tongue pulled him apart with precise movements that were already making him wetter. Wriothesley knew exactly where to touch and suck to get Neuvillette shaking in no time, the legs around his head squeezing lightly. A hand in his hair but then grabbed at his horn which pulled a please growl from the king. Tightening his grip on Neuvillette’s thighs while he worked.
“W-Wriothesley!” Neuvillette’s grip on Wriothesley horn was tight, perhaps to the point of snapping it off but the king knew his queen would never, even in a moment of pure pleasure. The legs around his head shaking more as he brought Neuvillette to his first orgasm of many during their last night together for a while.
Wriothesley pulled off and wasted no time climbing back up the bed, Neuvillette held his arms open to receive his husband in a passionate kiss. Arms wrapping around each other not wanting to let the other go. But Wriothesley needed a little room to work with, he tried to move away slightly but Neuvillette’s grip tightened, and he even threatened with digging sharp claws into his skin.
“I’m not going anywhere sweetness.” Wriothesley spoke against Neuvillette’s lips. “I just need a little room.”
Neuvillette let out a huff that hid a whine, loosening his arms so Wriothesley could pull back just enough.
Now with room to work a little better Wriothesley pulled Neuvillette closer by the thighs, the other sucking in a gasp feeling his husband’s cock brush against him. Neuvillette bucked a little to try and get it inside but a hand pressing down where his mark was keeping him in place.
“Patience.”
“We don’t have much time.” Neuvillette's tone was sharp, showing he was very much impatient.
Wriothesley chuckled, giving Neuvillette what he wanted. As gods they didn’t have to worry themselves, Neuvillette was beyond ready to accept his husband inside of him. The glide was easy and both let out soft sighs when Wriothesley bottomed out.
Neuvillette arched up a little off the bed when Wriothesley was all the way inside.
Wriothesley wouldn't waste any time since his love was impatient, holding Neuvillette’s thighs in a tight grip as he started a steady pace. Unfiltered moans slipped from Neuvillette’s lips as Wriothesley cock was hitting deep inside.
“So good sweetness.” A sensation he’s going to miss while they are apart. Adjusting Neuvillette’s legs to wrap around his waist so he can lean in closer and start peppering kisses and bites all over Neuvillette’s neck and chest. There was no way he wasn’t going to have Neuvillette leave without bearing his marks.
Neuvillette clenched tighter around Wriothesley when he sank his sharp teeth into the junction of Neuvillette’s neck and shoulder. Clawed hands reaching out to grab Wriothesley, the bite was harder and Neuvillette tracked his claws down Wriothesley’s shoulder blades. Neither will end this night not heavily marked by the other.
The pain was always a turn on for Wriothesley, the sting of pain and the sensation of pleasure addicting. Despite appearance Neuvillette wasn’t entirely soft, he was powerful in his own right, even if majority of his power was sealed away Wriothesley knew if the dragon wanted to he easily could overpower him and Wriothesley would be happy to be devoured by his love.
Neuvillette sank his claws in harder when he was feeling that build up of pleasure, knowing another release was coming.
Wriothesley knew his love so well he began to move faster, determined to bring Neuvillette over the edge. Pulling away to have better leverage thrusting his cock into Neuvillette tight heat. Like this he can have a better view of Neuvillette debauched against the furs, tears of pleasure slipping from his eyes.
“You’re breathtaking my love.” Honeyed words slipping from his lips. “Always taking me so well.” One of Wriothesley’s hands smoothing over Neuvillette’s body, cupping and squeezing a pec, tracing down the flat expanse of Neuvillette’s stomach, stopping at the mark, adding pleasure while he keeps thrusting harder. The louder keens he got from Neuvillette while applying pressure to the mark were heavenly.
“Do you think it will take this time? My seed in your womb?”
Neuvillette sucked in a breath, arching more off the bed allowing Wriothesley to thrust deeper into him.
The two have been trying for a child for a long time, it almost seemed laughable a being that gave and created life couldn’t carry one. Though as the decades passed and Neuvillette’s womb remained empty it was getting harder and harder to hope. Wriothesley always appeared optimistic, that certainly this time and if not can always try again. Neuvillette always felt he was disappointing his husband by not giving him an heir, during those vulnerable nights where Neuvillette silently cried his husband would be there to reassure him no matter what he always loved him.
Neuvillette wanted it to take, wished for it to finally take. A small voice inside said perhaps it will since the longer he exposed himself to the underworld, took in Wriothesley’s essence he was changing as well.
Neuvillette didn’t always have the second set of blue horns on his head, hard and pointed like his husband’s, his crown as queen of the underworld.
“Y-yes! I want it to t-take.” Neuvillette never denied accepting Wriothesley’s essence, though he never alluded it to always breeding him. Both greatly enjoyed the idea of breeding and being bred.
“You’re already so beautiful sweetness, even more with you round carrying my child.” Wriothesley adjusted Neuvillette’s legs, pushing them more back to essentially put Neuvillette in a mating press allowing him to reach deeper.
Neuvillette was writhing in pleasure under his husband, cock brushing against every spot inside him that made Neuvillette see stars.
Wriothesley leaned closer, pushing himself more into Neuvillette to capture his mouth in another passionate kiss, swallowing the unfiltered noises from his queen as he proceeded to breed him.
Neuvillette pulled away from the kiss, arching off the bed as much as he could, moaning loudly, clenching around his husband tight to wring an orgasm from him. Wriothesley lasted a bit longer before he sheathed himself as deep as he physically could into Neuvillette and released inside. Both moaning loudly feeling the release between them, Neuvilletter shivering in delight as that familiar warmth settled inside him.
The two were far from over after that, intertwined in each other’s passionate embrace for the rest of their last night together.
Neuvillette woke first, held close by his husband and kept warm under the pelts of fur.
It was always painful to leave like this but it was better to slip away when Wriothesley was still asleep or else the king of the underworld would never let his queen leave. Placing one last kiss on Wriothesley’s temple, hand threading through his hair while Neuvillette with a wave of his hand commanded the hydro to clean him and then use his godly power to redress him in his robes.
Neuvillette made his journey to the river to take the boat back to the surface, along the way some common residents of Wriothesley’s domain sent him off. They couldn’t give him gifts as anything he brought from the underworld would be confiscated. There support and heartfelt goodbyes was enough as Neuvillette stepped onto the boat, the boatman Vautrain holding a hand out for him. A quiet thanks as Neuvillette took a seat and the boat started its trek up the river.
Whenever Neuvillette returned to the surface he found himself surrounded by a body of water, this time a very shallow pond, robes sticking close to his body. Shivering from the cold but the clouds were beginning to part in the sky letting the sun out.
Neuvillette stood up from the pond, flicking the water off as he stood on the bank.
“Neuvillette!” small voices cried out and the melusines emerged from the bushes of snow. His little helpers on the surface are always there to greet him first. Neuvillette smiled as he got to his knees and held his arms out, gathering as many as he could in his arms for a hug. It felt nice to see them again, by far his most loyal companions besides his husband.
Neuvillette let them guide him by the hand back to the pantheon where the next one to greet him was Furina. Barreling into him a mess of tears, throwing arms around his neck. He felt after venturing down to the underworld for so long she get used to this but alas she squeezed him tighter and through the sobs welcomed him home.
“Are you nervous?” Furina had her head resting against Neuvillette’s arm, he was to return to the underworld today.
“No, this is something we both wanted, if anything I am thrilled to return.” Neuvillette gave Furina a reassuring squeeze from the arm around her shoulders. He was to be seen off to the underworld as soon as the ferryman arrived. Melusines were finishing up braiding his long hair, adding flowers and small shells to the white strands. Always wanting to make Neuvillette presentable when he returned.
“Well if he gives you trouble I will smack him around! He doesn’t scare me.” Furina said with a determined huff, it earned a light chuckle from Neuvillette. He knew that was far from the truth since Furina has always been scared of the underworld.
“I’ll be sure to let you know when I come back.”
Soon a bell was chimed, the ferryman had arrived.
Furina’s expression dropped and the sky started to darken with clouds. Neuvillette gently had the goddess turn to face him. Cupping her cheeks in his hands he pressed a kiss to her forehead, brushing some white and light blue strands out of her eyes.
“Until spring, little water droplet.”
Furina rubbed at her eyes to wipe some tears, sniffling but giving Neuvillette a reassuring smile.
Neuvillette gave each of the melusines that came to see him off a pat on the head. One held onto his robes until he got into the boat, gently prying her paws from them and giving one last goodbye to everyone.
The ride was silent, Neuvillette was thankful it was that way. Pulling the large fur pelt that Wriothesley personally gave him over his shoulders. It was made with soft white fur and long enough to cover his entire body which Neuvillette was glad for.
He had a surprise.
When the boat docked there was only one person to receive him, Wriothesley standing on the bank and holding his hand out for Neuvillette to take. Neuvillette takes the hand and steps off the boat, returning back to his one true kingdom.
“Welcome back my queen.” Wriothesley lowered his head to press a kiss to the back of Neuvillette’s hand. “We have missed you, I have missed you.”
“I have missed you as well my love and this time the separation was made all that much harder.”
A flicker of sadness came over Wriothesley’s eyes hearing it was tough for Neuvillette. “Forgive me my love for not being there for you, I shall start my penance immediately.”
Neuvillette couldn’t help but give a small smile. “That won’t be needed my dear, you are already forgiven. All I ask is that you refrain from taking me into your usual bone crushing hug, I’m a touch more delicate now.”
Wriothesley tilted his head to the side, confusion etched in his face.
Neuvillette pulled the fur coat away to reveal himself. Immediately Wriothesley’s eyes zeroed in on the obvious bump that Neuvillette’s robes could not hide. It was amusing watching his lover’s eyes widen more, almost bulging out of his skull, look up at Neuvillette as if silently asking if this was real, Neuvillette just nodded back.
The king of the underworld only got down on his knees for one person and he did so in front of Neuvillette. Hands hovering over the bump until Neuvillette gently encouraged him to press his hands to it.
“This is…this is real sweetness?”
“Yes, after decades it finally took.” One hand left Wriothesley to smooth through his hair, gently touching his horns.
“My love, my queen, this is the greatest gift you could ever give to me. I am undeserving.” Wriothesley pressed his forehead gently to the bump, as if on cue there was movement where he rested his head.
Neuvillette chuckled at Wriothesley's surprised reaction. “Your son doesn’t share in your opinion about yourself.”
Wriothesley looked up with a gleeful look, a son.
“I guess….what shall we call him?” Wriothesley rose to his feet, pulling Neuvillette close into his arms, being mindful of the bump between them.
“I’m thinking the name Zagreus is fitting.”