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“It remains a mystery to me just how you ever passed your exams,” Emmrich sighed in frustration.
Rook gave their partner an exaggerated look of bewilderment while lifting their pen from paper, “I haven’t the faintest what you mean!”
“May I remind you it was your suggestion to help me with my research. Yet you are spending most of your time creating vulgar drawings on the margins of every page. You have so much potential but seem to outright refuse to take anything seriously.”
“Hey now, doodling dicks is a time old tradition. Even the very first mages did it.”
Emmrich took the bait, starting to refute their claim, “there is no way for you to know that, darling. The oldest magical texts we have are re-recordings of re-recordings-“
Rook covered their grinning mouth with their hand to muffle a snort of laughter. Next their head was turned as skeletal fingers grabbed their chin to make the two look eye to eye. Or eye to socket.
“Could you stop jesting for just a moment?”
“Maybe. If you make me.”
Rook could swear they saw their lovers’ eyes glint a darker shade of green for a moment.
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Emmrich Volkarin was a patient man. Extremely so. One did not achieve lichdom by being hasty. His near endless patience was exactly why Rook enjoyed teasing him so much. And Emmrich enjoyed being teased despite the little shakes of his head or the huffs of distaste when the elf’s jokes got a bit too crude to his liking.
Yet sometimes he’d had quite enough of Rook’s nonsense. He didn’t get angry, not really. The two had had a serious conversation about this, once, after a moment of passion had led them into a bit of an unexplored territory (though Rook had pointed out that everything about dating an undead lich man was definitely unexplored territory). Limits were established and safewords and -signs confirmed, as was proper. To Rook’s slight surprise Emmrich seemed to know a lot about this kind of stuff. After that there was nothing but to explore.
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“Very well.” Emmrich gestured for Rook to stand up while rising from his own chair. When the gesture, which the elf had definitely seen, had no effect, the lich bowed towards his lover and reinstated his grip on their chin, “Up you get. Don’t make me repeat myself,” while Emmrich’s voice was as gentle as ever there was a certain authoritativeness to it that gave Rook chills. Chills they craved more of.
They stayed sitting, looking up to their lover with a cocky grin on their face, “Or what?” The grin was somewhat crooked due to the long since healed massive scar on the right side of their face.
There was a moment of silence as the lich seemed to weigh his options and just as Rook was about to break the tension with some surely extremely clever quip, Emmrich moved his hand, better grasping the elf’s jaw, then lifting them with just one arm. In his lich form Emmrich was not only a lot taller than Rook, as he had always been, but also weirdly strong and they had no option but to stand up from their chair. Not that they were really fighting it anyway.
“I suppose I’d need to teach you a lesson in the importance of discipline.”
Just Emmrich’s words were enough to flush Rook's body hot. The feeling was heady but they managed to keep their composure. Or at least they thought so. Their blown wide pupils gave them away immediately as they looked up at him, “I don’t know, Emmrich, I never was the best student. You might not be up to it.”
Emmrich watched Rook try to grin but his hold on their face made this difficult. They were simply adorable. If he had still had a physical heart, it would have surely skipped a beat. Calling his lover cute and showering them with affection wasn’t the name of the game right now, though. That would come later.
Keeping his hand on Rook's jaw Emmrich stepped forward, forcing the elf to take a step back not to stumble. Like this he steered them towards the bookshelf covered wall, trapping his lover between himself and the shelves filled with tomes and artifacts. There was a slight amusement in Emmrich’s tone when he placed his hand on Rook’s waist, “Oh, don’t worry, my heart. I know just how to handle special cases such as yourself.” Before the elf could say anything there was a wave of tingly warmth that washed over them starting from where Emmrich’s fingertips touched them.
Rook could feel their lovers magic make its way through their body, intermingling with their own. Just like the first time and every time since, it felt strange yet wonderful. A satisfied hum escaped Rook's throat before they could catch it but then, suddenly, Emmrich’s magic was gone.
Rook refocused their eyes on his skeletal face and pursed their lips together, “why’d you stop?” When he began to answer he was cut off, “ ‘s that all you’ve got?” They asked, acting so cheeky despite the deep blush on their freckled face and pointed ears. Emmrich closed his mouth with a faint click of his teeth.
The next surge of magic that entered Rook’s body was much more intense and determined. It made their muscles tense and their breath hitch. They lifted their hands to grab onto Emmrichs robes as the magic tugged on their every nerve, “Wa-wai— Venhedis— Emmrich, waitwaitwait— Fucking hell, Emm—!” they were forced to lean on him for balance as the magic started to build something else inside them. Rook could feel their undergarments getting damp, the fabric starting to cling to their cunt. As overwhelming as being filled with their lovers magic was, it felt fucking incredible.
Emmrich let out a displeased sound at Rook’s swearing, “what a mouth. Is that any way to speak to one so graciously trying to teach you?”
The magic felt like warm waves washing over their entire body. Some of the waves were gentle while some hit with a near violent crash. Rook’s skin prickled as they spoke, “no, fuck, it’s- sorry. I’ll—“ a powerful surge of magic took their breath away mid sentence as Emmrich toyed with them, “I won’t do that again!”
Emmrich tilted his head this way and that, watching Rook’s writhing. Their long ears twitched as they rode out the waves of magic. The whole body sensation had to be intense judging by the elf’s grip on his robes. Watching their parted lips glossy with spit gave Emmrich the urge to fill Rook's mouth with his fingers.
He brought one of his hands on their cheek and pressed his thumb on their lips and past them, coaxing the elf to open their mouth a bit more. Rook glanced at his glowing eyes and opened their mouth and stuck their tongue out just slightly. They could taste the metal of his lover’s rings but this did not bother them in the slightest.
”Yes, that’s it,” the lich said with a low voice while pressing down on Rook’s tongue with his thumb, “like this you won't have to worry about foul words sullying your beautiful mouth.”
If Rook had some pun about holding their tongue it flew right out of their head while Emmrich gently massaged their tongue. His finger moved to slowly brush over their teeth after which he switched his thumb for his pointer and middle fingers so that he could get deeper to bully them better, forcing Rook’s mouth to stay open until drool started trickling down their chin.
They whimpered around Emmrich’s fingers as he slowly fucked their mouth with them. Combined with the waves of magic still running through their body this was a lot. Tears started to form in the corners of their eyes and their eyesight went blurry. Rook tried to press their knees together to get some relief for their throbbing cunt but Emmrich’s foot pushed their legs apart when he noticed what the elf was trying to do.
“A-ah, patience, little one. You can’t hurry lessons such as this,” Emmrich leaned in to speak right by their ear making them visibly shudder, “follow my instructions and you’ll get what you need.”
Rook gave a shaky nod in response.
The lich let out a low, approving, hum and just this was enough to make another shiver run through Rook’s entire body raising their hair. They craved approval just as much as discipline. They were still squeezing Emmrich’s robes in their hands, knuckles white from the force. Keeping his fingers in their mouth, now lazily exploring every bit of their tongue, he brought his other hand to the hem of their shirt, slipping it under the fabric to splay his fingers on the elf’s stomach. Even with his limited senses he could feel how soft and warm Rook was.
The caress of his fingers left sparks under Rook’s skin. Magic wasn’t limited by such small things as clothing but feeling his hand on their bare skin added to the sensation. Emmrich’s hand moved up, hiking their shirt up. His hand brushed past the neat symmetrical scars under their pecs and stopped on their chest.
“Now, I’ll take my fingers away but I’ll give you something else to keep that tongue in check.” Emmrich withdrew his fingers from the elf’s mouth. They chased the feeling of them without even realising it until they got the bunched up fabric of their shirt in their teeth. They looked delicious like this, holding their shirt in their mouth, exposing their perked nipples and flushed body to him. Apart from the neat top surgery scars they had, their skin was peppered with battle scars big and small as well as constellations of freckles. He wiped his hand on his robes before bringing it to Rook’s waist, running his hands up their sides to take a moment to move their arms from where they were grabbing his clothes to wrap behind his neck.
This encouraged Rook to lean into him more. They really wanted to grind their hips against him with their small clothes soaked and their clit so hard it almost hurt. They could feel the sensitive head of it brushing against the fabric or their undergarments. Not getting any proper friction was torture but they tried their best to be good.
Emmrich channeled his magic to caress Rook where he touched their chest, dragging his thumbs over their hard nipples. They moaned around the quickly dampening fabric in their mouth.
The magic from his hands tingled, making their nerves spark with little bursts of electricity. Something buzzing, swirling just under the surface. Rook leaned their head forwards, resting their forehead against their lover’s rib cage, still biting into their shirt.
Emmrich took pity on them, slowly bringing his hand down their body. The magic inside Rook moved with it, acting with more precision. His hand found its way to the waist of their pants, his fingers teasing the little trail of thicker hair that started from just under their navel and disappeared under the clothes.
Rook was a little hairier than the average elf. You could have thought this was due the herbs they took to lower their voice and shape their frame but they’d always been this way. They’d been self conscious about it when they were younger but it was just nice now. Made them feel like themself. And for what it was worth (a lot), Emmrich seemed to love it.
He brought his other hand to first caress the elf’s scarred cheek to next lift their head up from where they were still leaning it on him, “let me see you. Oh, you look absolutely stunning…” the lich leaned forward to speak directly next to their crimson red ear, “perhaps next time we shall procure a mirror. Would you like that, dearest? I would love to show you just how debauched you look, so needy,” He could feel and hear Rook’s breath quicken, “and with no sign of that cheeky grin on your face.” The lich let out a chuckle that reverberated through Rook’s entire body, making them whimper most pathetically.
Finally he dipped his hand under their waistband. The fabric gave way easily, allowing access to Rook’s pussy. Moving lower, Emmrich completely ignored their hard clit, only brushing his fingers against the outer lips. The elf half mewled half moaned into their shirt as the lich leaned in to grace their sensitive ear with his teeth while gently massaging their cunt. The pressure was barely there but Rook could feel Emmrich’s magic under his hand. It buzzed. It pulsed. It felt weird and wonderful and made them try to buck their hips against his hand in search of more. His free hand made its way to their hip, pinning the elf in place against the bookshelves with ease.
A finger dipped into their slit and Rook let out a shaky breath. Emmrich coated his finger with their wetness, probing gently against their entrance, met with involuntary spasms, “oh, dear, so eager for me,” he mused, still teasing his bratty lover.
Rook couldn’t help it anymore. They let the wet from drool fabric of their shirt drop from their mouth and pulled with their arms, making Emmrich lean in enough to be kissed. They talked between kisses to their lover’s skull face, voice breaking slightly, “please— Emmrich please— I need it—“
Emmrich was caught somewhat off guard and for a moment the hand on Rook’s pussy just stopped but, soon, he released the grip that was still pinning the elf’s hips to the bookshelf.
“Learned your lesson, have you? Very well,” Emmrich murmured, shaping the magic under his hand to form into something more solid. This was a new trick he had devised for his dearest. He spread their pussy lips with his fingers and Rook was left breathless as they felt something enter them. Emmrich kept a close eye on the elf’s reaction, gauging whether the surprise was welcome or not.
Rook felt their walls adjust to the shape of whatever was pushing inside them. It was warm. Curved. Had Emmrich taken the time to learn to shape his cock out of pure magic? Just the thought almost made them cum. They hadn’t had the pleasure to feel the real thing inside them but this, what he was doing now, felt incredible.
The magic filling them stopped in place, putting pressure on the sensitive part inside them. Rook took a few deep breaths and focused their eyes on the lich observing them. They nodded, giving him permission to continue. The shape of his cock withdrew as Emmrich’s hand moved to their clit. He avoided the sensitive tip, pressing his fingers on the both sides of the small length of it. The magic pushed inside again and Rook moaned, wrecked, uninhibited. His fingers moved in the rhythm of the magic, massaging their clit, slightly pinching it.
With every push inside the magic hit the sensitive part of them.
Emmrich leaned to their pointed ear, using his sweetest voice to praise them, “you’re doing so well for me, my heart,” he got a moan in response, “come now, dearest. You’ve been so good, you’ve earned it. Come for me.” The hand on Rook’s waist gripped them a bit harder, possibly leaving bruises with how sharp Emmrich’s skeletal fingers were.
Massaging their clit, Emmrich brought back the magic that made their nerves spark. With one more push of his magic made cock, Rook came, mouth open in a soundless moan. Their lover kept touching them through their orgasm despite his hand being suddenly considerably wetter. Rook had squirted from the force of it. When they finally came down from their peak, the lich made the magic inside them and under his hand disappear, pulling his hand from their pants.
They had to hold onto Emmrich to stay upright, their legs having gone boneless and he was happy to hold Rook against himself. After a moment of just breathing to steady their racing heart they looked up to him.
“What was that? Oh gods…” they blinked a few times still in a daze, “that was amazing.”
“I am very glad you enjoyed it dearest. I apologise for not telling you of my little trick beforehand but I thought the surprise of it—“
Rook huffed out a laugh, “a little trick? Really? You’re gonna just give an opening for a joke, just like that?”
If Emmrich could have, he would have rolled his eyes, “you… I see you have learned nothing,” he said with an incredible amount of fondness in his voice. He took the liberty to scoop the elf into their arms in a bridal carry, “let us at least get you out of those ruined clothes before any subsequent lessons.”
Rook buried their face into his robes, grinning widely as Emmrich carried them to the bathroom.