~ Content Warning
•Explicit sexual content
•Graphic sexual acts
•Strong power dynamics
•Themes involving control, trauma, and exploitation
Skye
After riling Noxton up to the point that he was on the painful edge of cumming, River suddenly stopped his ministrations then like a demented fae immortal he skipped over to the couch across from the one I was on. There was only a coffee table between our two locations. His looked out into the dark night. Under the pale moonlight, River looked like a mad but sorrowful entity who had descended from the heavens.
Everyone of our bloodline was ridiculously beautiful, but River's was a wild, immortal beauty that he got from his dead mother, the Matriarch Báiyí. I wish I had gotten the chance to know her. The stories my mom, Róngyuè, told of her sister spoke of a woman who was a ruthless force of nature with a kind heart. Aunt Báiyí was the Scion to the main branch. It is her and my mom's bloodline that is the purest. This is why our father, Xi Zéyán, from one of the kin-branches, used every trick he could to secure them as his Velari.
Pushing thoughts of the past away for now, it took me a moment to realize why my usually controlled mind was so scattered, and I was experiencing an unusual level of lust. River is spiraling. He is unconsciously using glamour to call us to anchor him. How was he able to hide his dive until now? I sat up immediately, placing a barrier around my mind and Noxton's. Noxton shook himself as if waking up from a dream. When our eyes met, there was an understanding between us of what must be done to help River safely.
Like an incubus's whisper, I felt River's lustful glamour tap on the mental barriers I wrapped Noxton and myself in. Now that he had our attention, he had arranged himself on the opposite couch in a dramatic surrender, sprawled in a decadent display that tempted me with a desire to fuck Noxton while Noxton fucked him. This uncontrolled desire triggered my internal alarm, thus snapping me out of River's snare. A psychic out of control is no one's version of a good time. Not even River's. I quickly strengthened mine and Noxton's mental barriers. Noxton had taken a step towards River but stopped when the barrier was reinforced.
Knowing how fragile River was at this moment, he didn't step back but stayed where he had stopped. He looked River over in appreciation. It was time to bring River back from wherever his mind had slipped away to. This is and isn't River right now. His primal instincts were at the forefront, and he needed to be reminded of how he shouldn't let himself get this far gone. We have contingency plans for the times when Noxton is away. Bloody hell, I made simple-colored flash cards for him to let us know what his status was if he couldn't articulate how he was feeling.
I pushed aside my complaints and got focused to treat my gē (older brother). Noxton had his role as the medicine, while I had the role of facilitator. I summoned my blood goblet, took a sip to steady my nerves. The sip helped to reinforce my essence for the scene I must now construct. "Brother, are you that stressed?" I asked mildly as I looked into his wild and unhinged eyes. His gaze drilled into mine from across the space between us. I could sense the raw edge of his unraveling—a storm of stress and unspoken needs that I hadn't noticed buried under his usual mad hatter behavior. "Or is this one of your episodes where you forgot how to behave?"
River's grin sharpened. "Oh, I'm behaving exactly as intended." And then his scent tipped. The warm spice shifted—not into decay, but overload. Too much intake, too much circulating without an anchor. I hadn't drained enough out of him earlier. He has learned to truly hide his true depths. He is not a Veil 2 cultivator as I had been assuming. When did he ascend higher? What is his true tier? His scent continued to thicken as it spread outward—searching now instead of luring.
We had to act now before we ended up having to do something drastic to soothe him. Using wind essence, I slid the coffee table out of the way. I looked down at my restless gē. He was drowning beneath his fight-or-flight instincts. You are about to go flying, River. Let Noxton and I take care of you. You don't have to fight alone.
There he is. I caught his psychic emotional signature, then began my work on stabilizing healthy mental/emotional pathways and soothing his mind of toxic impulses. —You should have stopped when you knew your heart demons had resurfaced, Ri gē. Instead, you leaned into it until it was almost too late. The Creators must love you to have Noxton return ahead of schedule.—
While I worked internally, Noxton would treat Ri gē physically. I prepared the restraints we would be using to help Ri gē feel secure enough to stop hiding while Noxton set the mood. "Ri, do you need your hole fucked that badly? You are acting like a bitch in heat; displaying yourself like this." Noxton muttered, his voice laced with a mix of concern and dark amusement. He grabbed Ri gē's face, then pulled him forward till Ri gē was having to use Noxton for balance.
His eyes went dazed, submitting to Noxton in a way he only did in these moments. Noxton kept him distracted with licking kisses as I wove glimmering threads of essence around his wrists, torso, and thighs. I had him spread on the couch and positioned for Noxton to bring him back to us.
It might be too late to bring him back into his right mind at this point in his spiral, but we can at least continue to build healthy mental and emotional pathways so Ri gē can choose when to be the Mad Silkcap and when to be simply himself. He thinks that it is Raine and mine's efforts that are helping us achieve our goals, but it's his general ideas and plans that we base everything off of. I could only pray to the Creators that one day my Ri gē would see just how brilliant he was in his own way.
Noxton's gaze met mine in another silent exchange. His eyes reflected a resolve that helped remove my instant worry that while I was busy helping Ri gē, I hadn't been as focused on maintaining his mental barrier. A quick check told me he had layered on his own barrier, so I did not pick back up that task.
As Noxton completely undressed, I checked on Ri gē's condition. He was still dazed from Noxton's attention. He had relaxed into his restraints. His body had gone limp with a vulnerability that made my chest ache. I leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead; the salt of his sweat lingered on my lips as I whispered, "I've got you, Ri gē." His real smile, rare and genuine, broke through the shadows, tears glistening in his eyes, revealing the depth of his hidden struggles—the way he bottled up his needs to shield us from his flaws, even as it tore at him.
Ready, Noxton gently pushed me aside, then positioned himself behind River, his hands gliding over Ri gē's hips with a tender yet commanding touch. I stepped back to give them and myself space to work. The mid-size confines of the room seemed to amplify every sound we made now that we were beginning Ri gē's recovery.
It was at this moment that Noxton and I realized we hadn't prepped either Noxton or Ri gē with lube. I was reaching into my pocket space to pull out the bottle I kept for moments like this when Ri gē snapped forward, biting Noxton deeply on his arm. He then looked happily over his shoulder at us like he'd done something good.
Not one to not take a free snack, I poured the not-blood lube into Noxton's hand, then licked his arm clean, healing it in the process. Vampires have healing properties in our saliva after all. Ri gē pouted that we didn't use the blood as lube, but Noxton and I knew that putting any more blood inside him before helping him properly settle the rioting blood essence already inside him would only make this recovery more difficult.
Though I do have to admit the added metallic scent now permeating the already musky air will most likely elevate this experience for Ri gē. Something to consider the next time we do an intervention. With the restored use of both of his arms now, Noxton used the lube I gave him to slick his fingers into River's entrance, then he stroked his own hardening cock with the leftover lube. He checked in with the now writhing man but couldn't get an intelligible response from him so after giving me a nod he pressed his way into Ri gē.
Ri gē moaned, his body arching to meet the intrusion. The raw connection between them a blend of healing and release that was exquisite every time I witnessed it. I could sense how his inner walls were clenching around Noxton's thick cock with a rhythm that sent ripples of pleasure through Noxton. His hips drove forward with deliberate force, each thrust hitting that sensitive spot deep inside Ri gē, making his prostate sing with electric jolts that drew out guttural cries from his throat.
Noxton's hands roamed possessively over Ri gē's sweat-slicked back, his fingers digging into the taut muscles as he leaned down to turn Ri gē's head so he could capture Ri gē's lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangled in hungry licks. Ri gē's ass gripped Noxton tighter, the wet slide of their bodies filling the space with obscene squelches and gasps, every inch of penetration amplifying the heat building between them, a fusion of physical ecstasy and emotional catharsis that left Ri gē and Noxton caught in a cycle of bliss.
I had returned to the other couch to monitor the scene and continue weaving stable, healthy mental pathways while reinforcing my previous work. I soothed Ri gē's toxic impulses while I worked. Choice. I'm building choices into him. Choices that were taken from him by those who should have protected us. Instead, they murdered one protector—Aunt Báiyí and enslaved the other—my mom.
I listened both physically and psychically. I maintained a meditative state while anchoring us all. I maintained a small psychic link to Noxton to help him not get overwhelmed by Ri gē's chaos but to also use him as a channel to help guide Ri gē's essence system to circulate and consolidate the blood essence he consumed earlier.
The cries and feelings of Ri gē's unspoken gratitude resonated along my senses. The way Noxton's whispers soothed his frayed edges, soothed mine in the same breath. It was as the intensity peaked that Noxton slowed his pace, pulled out just enough to flip Ri gē onto his back. I subconsciously adjusted the restraints so that Ri gē would not be uncomfortable in a way we didn't intend him to be.
Ri gē's legs were hooked over Noxton's shoulders in a fluid shift that exposed him fully, his cock leaking pre-cum against his abdomen. Noxton's gaze locked onto Ri gē's, a mix of tenderness and raw hunger in his eyes, before he dove in. His tongue traced a hot path down Ri gē's shaft, then lower to lap at the stretched rim of his entrance with broad, insistent strokes that made Ri gē shudder and writhe.
Noxton's lips sucked gently at the sensitive skin, kissing and licking around the swollen flesh before he plunged his cock back inside Ri gē with a renewed thrust, angled perfectly to strike Ri gē's prostate again and again. Each impact sent shockwaves through Ri gē that made his toes curl and his moans turn into desperate pleas. It was more than just sex; it was a ritual of release. Noxton's every touch unraveled the knots of Ri gē's hidden burdens, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as the room's shadows danced around them.
Eager for deeper connection, Noxton shifted them once more, guiding Ri gē to straddle his lap, their chests pressed together in the confined space, skin sliding against skin with a friction that heightened every sensation. Ri gē sank down onto Noxton's cock, the new angle allowing him to control the depth, his hips grinding in slow circles that hit his prostate with unerring precision, drawing out waves of pleasure that made his whole body tremble.
Noxton's hands cupped Ri gē's face, pulling him into another series of deep kisses, their lips bruised and eager, tongues exploring with licks that tasted of desperation and devotion, while below, the steady rhythm of thrusts built toward a shattering climax, the emotional undercurrents of trust and longing weaved through the raw physicality, binding them in a moment of pure, unfiltered freedom.
With their climax, Ri gē went limp like a puppet whose strings were cut. I dissolved his restraints so Noxton could lay him out on the couch comfortably. I sealed my essencecraft, then exited Ri gē's mind and body. We waited unmoving for Ri gē's response to the recovery treatment. He was almost in the same pose he had been when I had found him atop that mound of bodies.
The difference was this was not a performance like before. This was something real. His slow breathing returned to normal first. Then the tension in his body eased, like something inside him had finally unclenched. He blinked open ice-blue eyes. He was focused and present. Noxton and I let out quiet sighs of relief. The scene treatment was successful.
Despite our sighs being quiet, they would never be quiet enough for a predator in the same room. River's gaze flicked first to Noxton—sharp, assessing. Then in a slow and lingering manner to me. "I didn't go off the rails too badly this time, right?" he murmured, his voice softer now, the manic edge dulled.
I huffed faintly. "I was fine," River added after a beat. Noxton and I just looked at him with tilted heads. He huffed then mumbled, "…Mostly." His hand lifted to lightly grip Noxton's wrist—checking his essence levels most likely. He placed a soft kiss on Noxton's inner wrist. "You almost let Skye overextend you as a channel. Even when you take care of me, you must take care of yourself in the process," he said quietly.
This is River's true self. The side of him that few get to see. An observant, caring, and loyal man who will burn down the world for his loved ones. Then his gaze slid back to me. "And you, xiǎo dì (little brother)," he added, his eyes narrowing faintly, "are acting like my episode didn't worry you. I know you worry about your Ri gē. Ri gē appreciates your love and support." I didn't respond because I wasn't sure how to respond. I did and acted as I felt I needed to to get him back to this point.
He beckoned me closer, then he tipped his head just enough to brush against my arm. His action was casual but intentional. He was showing me that he trusted me with his vulnerability. Some things didn't need to be said. His scent had changed. Still rich and dangerous. But now smoothed into something warm and steady that felt protective instead of overwhelming.
He was in control of himself again. He was still as mad as a hatter, but now it was because he wanted to be this way and not because his instincts were at the wheel. His grin was creeping back onto his face as he took in Noxton's still nude form with open admiration. Noxton jokingly flexed his muscles, making River fan himself.
In a light mood, River reached for Noxton again, pulling him close. He gently pressed a kiss onto his pelvis. "Thank you for always showing up at the right time," he said lightly as he finally sat up and stopped draping himself like he was waiting for someone to take a photo.
He gave his thanks like it meant nothing, but we all knew it meant everything. Then, because he was River, he added, voice curling faintly with returning humor, "Next time, I would appreciate slightly less dramatic intervention." I closed my eyes, deciding to ignore that last comment. Of course, he is acting like this dramatic intervention has nothing to do with him not telling us he needed an intervention.
From my pocket space, I retrieved warm washcloths and tossed them over to the two men who were covered in bodily fluids. "Let's have a late repast as we discuss the other reason for us meeting up." Once they were both clean and dressed, Noxton moved to the wall, pressing a button beneath the light switch. The room shifted instantly. Walls lit up with data streams flickering by. Maps unfolded across the space like something alive. Our dimensional mission control was activated. We were now in a pocket space protected from any watching observers. The catch was that we could only stay here for an hour and thirty minutes.
We should kidnap a Corevein scientist to improve our tech. Maybe since Noxton's family is going to be marrying the eldest Ajei daughter, he can negotiate us borrowing one. Food for thought.
We settled ourselves around the table. Once comfortable, I lifted my re-summoned blood goblet, taking a slow sip as my gaze sharpened once more. Now it was time for business. "So tell us, Nox, how many of Xi kin-branches did you convince this time? Any new external allies gained while you were on your Sentinel mission?" I asked simply, precisely, and directly. The game of survival, after all, never stopped.