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Silver Lace

Summary:

"Oh, but you should see the latest thing that they have come out with! The most dreadful outfits, as skimpy as you please, bearing so much dough that they serve no purpose!"

"Outfits?" Elder Faerie questioned.

Or

Elder Faerie Cookie shows the Salt of Solidarity what the point of lingerie is.

Notes:

Sugar of Happiness invented the concept of sex and I will in fact die on that hill.

This is inspired by Silent Salt's comment on the punk outfits from the Silent Salt Reacts video yeah.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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The silver mists that protected the Silver Kingdom from the rest of Beast Yeast (especially important in these times of strife, with each Virtue falling to corruption) parted, allowing access to one of the few who had such a privilege. Salt of Solidarity rode his horse at a walk into the kingdom, stopping before the silver gates that arose before the castle. Yet, with a flutter of wings, the monarch himself was there to greet him, landing on the other side of the gates with a pleasant smile. Elder Faerie pulled the gates open, admitting Salt and his horse entrance, the gates swinging soundlessly closed behind him. It was a benefit of the mist, this muffling of sounds.

"I trust that you had a safe journey?" Elder Faerie asked his dear companion from beyond the mist, walking alongside him after Salt had dismounted to give his horse a break from carrying him and his heavy armour.

"As safe a journey as one can have, with the current climate of corruption," Salt assured him. He looked to his companion, who could tell that he was smiling even beneath his helm. "And what of you? How has the Silver Kingdom been faring?"

"As well as ever," said Elder Faerie. "My faerie knights are coming along quite well, though I am certain that they pale in comparison to your Kala Namak knights." There was a chuckle from behind the helm.

"You flatter me," said Salt.

"Ah, I speak nothing but the truth, my friend," said Elder Faerie. Salt reached for his hand, squeezing it. How cruel it was for his lover to speak such sweet words to him when he could not easily kiss him. 

Yet kiss him Salt did once they were safely within the castle walls, Nox enjoying some quality time with the faerie steeds while his master enjoyed some quality time with his own faerie.

"Oh, I have missed you," said Salt. "Every time, I could swear that the longing grows greater. Whether that be from how peaceful it is here or..."

"There is nothing wrong with enjoying some peace and quiet every now and then," said Elder Faerie. "You attend to your duties so thoroughly otherwise, you know that."

"Yes, yet the longing reminds me of the lies spread by the fiends from the Garden of Happiness," said Salt, scowling. "Oh, but you should see the latest thing that they have come out with! The most dreadful outfits, as skimpy as you please, bearing so much dough that they serve no purpose!"

"Outfits?" Elder Faerie questioned.

"Yes," said Salt. "They leave so little to the imagination, covering genitals and breasts if a cookie is in possession of them or even if not. Tis almost like the swimwear, though even that covers more dough!"

"Interesting," said Elder Faerie. "And you have not seen fit to wear it for your journey here, perhaps?"

"The idea was suggested to me," said Salt. "But, seeing as the one doing the suggesting was one of those sycophants from the Garden, I chose to reject their gift."

"No doubt there would have been a trick of some kind involved," said Elder Faerie, nodding. Though privately, he meant to speak to one of the fae who were skilled in making garments. Though Salt was one of the very few permitted entrance to the Silver Kingdom from Beast Yeast, rumours did have a way of spreading.

And so, while Salt enjoyed a private soak in a yoghurt bath, Elder Faerie met with a seamstress, one who was quite delighted with his request and, even better, knew exactly what he spoke of. The garments themselves were ready very quickly, and, as Elder Faerie donned them, he felt a flush rising to his dough. Looking at himself in the mirror, he could understand exactly why such garments were so popular. Though, if he could boast for a moment, he felt that his own kingdom could produce far finer outfits than those produced by the slowly corrupting Virtue's followers.

After a delightful feast for dinner, Salt joined Elder Faerie in his chambers, as was their norm and, really, half his reason for visiting.

"I have a surprise for you," said Elder Faerie. Salt blinked at him, curious, though his fingers tightened on the bed on which he sat when Elder Faerie dropped his outer garments, revealing the silver lace, as gossamer as cobwebs, glittering with sugar crystals like morning dew, clinging to his form. It was not as revealing as the outfits from Beast Yeast, he was sure, a sheer panel of silk covering his sides but parting to reveal his middle, more panels of sheer silk covering his arms but draping like his wings behind him. The bottoms were more akin to swimwear, leaving nothing to the imagination, crystals outlining the bulge of his cock.

"Oh," said Salt, his voice a little tight. Elder Faerie's chuckle sent shivers of delight racing over his dough.

"Is this similar to the outfit that you rejected?" Elder Faerie asked, striding smoothly over to the bed to stand in front of Salt, who parted his legs so that Faerie could stand between them.

"Their horrid garment does not even compare," said Salt, his voice husky. His fingers, bare of his gauntlets, reached out to stroke gently down Faerie's middle, his lover shuddering in delight and giving a little moan. "Impractical as such a garment is, it is... more than pleasant, seeing it on you."

"Such was my hope," said Elder Faerie. He pressed his lips to his lover's, who reached his hands around to cup Elder Faerie's bared ass and squeeze.

"I can't decide if I want to leave you in this or take it off," said Salt. Yet his hands, it seemed, had already decided, fingers sliding past the thin strip of fabric between Faerie's ass cheeks. 

"If it helps you decide," said Elder Faerie, "The fabric is quite comfortable, I can assure you."

"Good," said Salt, one finger stroking Faerie's pucker while the other hand cupped his cock through the sheer, silky fabric. "Good."

Salt soon had Elder Faerie grinding against him while his fingers did their best to bring his lover completely undone, and the feel of the silk against his own erection was nothing less than absolute heaven. There was no friction against the silk, the precum from both of them adding to the slipperiness, Faerie's wings fluttering behind him as his back arched, trying to both ride the fingers and rut against his lover. Salt groaned, withdrawing his fingers, knowing that his lover was stretched enough, and lining his cock up for Elder Faerie to sink down onto, the panties still pushed to the side. That did add a little friction, though it certainly wasn't unpleasant. Not even when Salt moved so that Faerie was on his back, his legs wrapped around his lover, wings flapping against the sheets behind him as his lover fucked him.

Far from being impractical, Salt was swiftly discovering that the lingerie, as the denizens of Happiness called it, only heightened his lover's appearance while still making sex enjoyable. He was certain that there were other types of lingerie, ones that revealed more or covered up more to add to the look, yet Salt found that this was perfect on Faerie. He must learn who had created such a garment, for perhaps he could surprise his lover in the future with such a garment. And then he, too, could feel how it felt to have silk against his dough, against sensitive places. As he thrust deeper into his lover, Salt once more cupped Faerie's cock through the silk, stroking it as best he could, feeling the silk slide against it but doing his best to apply more pressure in hopes that it wouldn't slide quite as much.

"Your hand," Elder Faerie gasped. "Use your- oh witches yes!" For Salt had worked the head of Faerie's cock out of the panties, caressing it with his thumb, his lover spilling over his hand in minutes, the gap in the garment's top now showing its purpose as it framed dark dough being splattered and soon smeared with cum.

"I see," said Salt. "Tis designed in such a way as to enhance the visual aspect of sex." But then why had that Happiness cookie offered it to him...? Oh, but Faerie was grinding down on him, drawing him in deeper, clenching around him to draw Salt to his orgasm. The thought vanished in the afterglow, leaving Salt's mind peaceful once more. And thus, the real reason for his visits, the one that he hid even from himself, was revealed. For it was an escape, was it not? A delightful little reprieve from his worries, knowing that his knights were hard at work stopping the spread of corruption before it could reach his home.

 

Notes:

Denizen of Happiness: Hey you should wear this when you go visit your """"friend"""" in the Silver Kingdom, no reason

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