The Dread Knight's Rage

-cw: yuri

Solomon didn’t know what was happening to him, but the room suddenly felt a lot different now than it did ten minutes ago.

The best way he could describe it was like feeling drunk.

However, where alcohol had the tendency to numb the senses, whatever was affecting him was doing the exact opposite.

He could feel everything. Even the slightest gust of air against his skin made him shiver.

The sparkling pink haze that filled the room was as sweet as a summer’s lemonade. Every inhale sent an electric shock straight to his chest and dick.

Yari had told him once that fae could incite violence in others. The powder on their wings, when spread and inhaled by others, made them act irrationally and quick to anger.

But given what was happening to Solomon now... he would guess that it wasn’t as simple as inducement.

It had to be some kind of shared psychosis. With the dark fae possessing a near-constant need for physical exertion, it stood to reason that the feeling they induced in others was merely a reflection of how the dark fae always felt inside.

Perhaps they could use this dust of theirs for... other purposes as well.

It would have explained why Solomon couldn’t think of anything besides his women. The words of commitment and devotion that they heard in their minds once they began had effectively set something on fire inside of them.

None of them was really sure how they had ended up in their current position.

Solomon and Yari had spilled onto the floor.

Solomon kept his love’s hands behind her back and held her wrists in his grip as he took her violently from behind.

Jiaoying sat on the edge of the bed, her body trembling and her hair strewn messily across her face. While Solomon invaded her posterior fornix, Yari’s face was between her love’s legs, blowing her mind in more ways than one.

Yari had only gone down on Jiaoying for the first time that morning. Imagine the latter’s surprise when, only a few hours later, her elven love was doing it with enough skill to make her cry.

Yari’s warm mouth and deft tongue wrought havoc on Jiaoying’s already sensitive nub. The vibrations she made as she moaned from Solomon’s thrusts only further ruined her female partner.

Jiaoying was already long past ready to tap out. She was so sensitive that she could have died six times over by now.

But she was addicted to Yari’s loving torment. It was mind-numbing and mind-expanding at the same time.

Yari had professed Yari to be her goddess. She had anointed Solomon her protector and king.

This act was her worship; a way to show her reverence and total submission to their odd little relationship dynamic.

When Jiaoying thought about it for too long, it made her goal of holding back much more difficult.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she swore obscenely, the pressure inside her womanhood spilling out.

Over the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, the blood rushing to her head, and the desperate moaning of the woman between her legs, Jiaoying could very clearly hear the sound of her newly christened dark fae swallowing every drop of her stream without complaint. Only to have her greedily push her tongue into her depths, desperate for more.

She felt her heart stop for several moments. A fresh wave of tears rushed down her face as Jiaoying reached her ninth climax.

Solomon grabbed Yari and pulled her body into his embrace. Choking her from behind, he relished in the sensation of her velvet depths wrapping around him like a vise.

Every time he pulled out of her, he could see the milky white cream she’d slathered across his shaft like icing. Never before had he seen her body have this dramatic a reaction to him.

As he held her close, he applied just enough force into his grip to make Yari lightheaded. She began panting like a beautiful dog, solely focused on burning the memory of this pleasure into her mind forever.

"Jiaoying! I need you out here to deal with something!"

When Lioraeth’s voice came from beyond the door, it did very little to stop the cloud of ardor that had settled over the room.

Jiaoying was still recovering from her last trip to the mountain peak, causing her words to come out as shaky little gasps.

"I-I’m.. fucking busy, Lioraeth, you handle it...!"

"Sorry, dear, but this situation is a bit too messy for my hands, and you were personally requested, so I’ll see you in the living room."

Jiaoying began to get irritated rather quickly. It felt as though Lioraeth was intentionally ruining her high.

"Unless the fucking sky is on fire or my kids are turning purple, I truly do not give a fuck!!"

"Living room! Now! I told you not to fuck her anyway, this is your fault!"

Jiaoying rolled over and cursed into her pillow. Through some not-so-insignificant miracle, she had regained just enough of herself to use her evolved senses.

While not at their best, they were enough to get a better grasp of the tower. And the person who was inside of it...

She sobered up rather quickly after noticing, even beginning to rise to her knees.

But with her gorgeous backside being exposed and Yari being such a meticulous opportunist, she couldn’t allow her prized view to go to waste.

With Solomon letting go of her hands, that meant she was free to use them on her goddess to bring her even greater pleasure.

Jiaoying tensed up slightly when she felt Yari place her hands on her butt.

"W-Wait, love.. I need to go see what she..." Jiaoying’s eyes spun around in her head like loose marbles.

As soon as Yari spread her ass and pressed her tongue into her untouched rosebud, Jiaoying melted back into the sheets in pure bliss.

Jiaoying was almost positive that the whining whimper she released was heard by the whole house.

And it was statistically impossible for her to give any less of a fuck than she already did.

-

Jiaoying had never put much stock in the term ’puppy love’ before that afternoon. Having never seen any evidence, it was quite easy for her to dismiss it as a simple myth.

That was, until a few moments ago when she tried to leave the room to handle some pressing business.

Her usually stoic Bear suddenly looked crestfallen, and a trail of fresh tears rolled down Yari’s cheeks.

But just as Jiaoying was about to cave and allow their additional company, Yari’s eyes began to flutter and she passed out. Allowing her to leave on her own.

Solomon took the liberty of cleaning Yari and getting her into a dry spot on the bed before tucking her back in.

Afterward, he covered his lower half with some loose garments before he left the room to find Jiaoying.

It wasn’t long before he could hear the sound of arguing from down the hall.

"I told you I didn’t want you near them! And now you have the absolute gall to betray my wishes even after all that you have already done to them!"

"Papa, it’s not her fault, we were the ones who came looking for Mom because we’re tired of being separated! Family is supposed to work things out!"

"I am proud you believe that, chipmunk, but that thing is not your family!"

Jiaoying stood silently in a bathrobe, her head slightly down. Her eyes were clearly angered but she remained unresponsive.

Pacing around in front of her, posturing was some effeminate looking bastard dressed in blue.

When Solomon saw Jiaoying, one of the loves of his life, a woman who was still carrying his seed inside of her, being berated by another man, he reacted about as well as expected.

He didn’t even need to move a muscle for his spear to fly across the room.