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templeofthought2022-12-23 05:50 am
unclesam) wrote in templeofthought2022-12-23 05:50 am
unclesam) wrote in templeofthought2022-12-23 05:50 am
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Gentle, patient while Sam continues to pleasure Bucky's cock. Gets it nice and wet si the cabin fills with the sound of his hand moving on wet flesh.
"I come from fishermen who hold the old faith. I grew up learning to fight if an alpha touches me. But I also grew up learning that if something rises from the tide and wants to slither between my legs, I should feel no fear and let it happen. I don't fear the flood - I've paid tithe to the waves."
He reaches between his legs, gathers slick and adds to the wetness of Bucky's cock.
"You're not meant to be controlled. Youre meant to be wild and free - that does not make you mad. Nor are you meant to serve." He gently draws Bucky in, let's him mouth at Sam's pecs and nipples. Taste the sea salt on his skin. "You don't need to be more human, deep one. I'm sorry they chained you like this."
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There are scars, bright and feesh-looking, all over his left shoulder and down his arm. Like something from a fire, but a normal fire would not affect a creature like him in this way. The more likely culprit is acid.
He lets Sam get a good look at them before he kisses Sam on the lips. Gentle and shy, before he moves his mouth down Sam's chest.
"There is a spearhead in my shoulder. I can't force it out without the bracelet the Captain has from me. Someone shot me, burned me... I don't remember the rest." He did as any wounded creature would do; he fought back. "But there were children on the water. They didn't make it and it was my fault.
He said he was going to help me. So that I would never hurt someone on accident again."
Was it an accident, though? From Bucky's perspective, certainly. Pain and shock have clouded his memory. But from the captain of a pirate ship?
Seems doubtful.
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Shudders at the serendipity of it all. Because perhaps it was not chance that brought them together tonight at all.
"I remember that," he murmurs into Bucky's hair. "I remember you. A vast shadow in the depths, beyond the shallows. You passed by our coast line a few times every year. We celebrated you as a good omen. The fishing grounds were always bountiful after you passed. We swam in the waters without a worry for anything. We gave tithe to you in blood and treasures of the island. Newlyweds made love in the shallows to give tithe to you with their lust. Children were born in the shallows so you would know their cries."
Sam whimpers softly, wet and light headed with knowing who and what has found him.
"I was born in the same waters you come from. I washed my first heat ofd my thighs in them. I remember that year your rage destroyed our town. My best friend drowned, too. I found your gifts on the beach and helped the elders place them upon the graves. And we cursed not you, but the pirates who had been plundering and pillaging our shore for weeks. Who had forged weaponry to use on you. We thought they'd sought to kill you. Now I wonder if they sought to tame you all along, to whip you into a rage and use your guilt as chains."
Sam rises up a little, maneuvers himself to straddle that large cock so Bucky can rub it between the cheeks of Sam's ass.
"Some of us moved away. Some stayed to rebuild. But it was never you we blamed. You're a force of nature, not a malicious creature."
With the wet, slick slide of Buckys cock, Sam lifts Bucky's head, looks into those blue eyes.
"I know you, leviathan. And I never feared you."
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He remembers playing human, wandering the markets with his mother. The old people always knew; his eyes gave him away. The children his age didn't question his presence. There were feasts and festivals.
That year had been his first, to go alone as a young man.
Sam's body feels safe and warm and whole in a way Bucky has not felt in nearly a decade. The scent of his slick calms Bucky's rage and sadness, though they still exist, waves churning in his blood, under the surface. People died so he could be captured and kept like a pet? People he knew and cared for?
He can't drown the boat at the moment but the desire is there. Breathing in tandem with him.
"I will court you. On the shores of islands like your home. It will be done the old way. But I wish to keep you. To make you my mate." He nods a little. "Do you wish this? Do I have your permission?"
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The question is answered easily:
"You have my permission. I wish for your courtship. I wish to say yes to you a thousand times and more, on the shores of countless islands. I will respect you and adore you and love you, and I will become your mate. I shall never fear you. And I shall have you as you are, nothing less."
He whines and whimpers softly, wants Bucky to cum and mark him.
"I want you wild and uncontrollable as the sea. I want you large and dangerous as the waves during a storm. I want you to be you, and you shall be beloved, leviathan."
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So it begins.
"I need to get my bracelet back," he tells Sam. "And then we can leave this ship." Reaching for the necklace Bucky places it in Sam's hands. "This will protect you and keep you safe. Please wear it with my blessings; it will never leave you."
He kisses Sam again on the lips, the nose, the brow. Lifts him and sets him down on the little table. "You should dress." Opening the small chest of clothes. Handing Sam a seaglass handled dagger, also. "The captain's quarters are right above this room; I'm going to climb in through the porthole. If anyone comes in, cut them with this. I'll be right back, okay?"
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He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.
He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.
And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.