[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

[Image Description: Maes leaning back with a little smile on her face, exposing her neck toward Charon. Charon has a toothy grin on his face, eager to take a bite and holding his cape up like a cartoon vampire.]

CHARON: You're worried you'll be too scary for me the more I know.
MAES: Or that you'll doubt my intentions, yes...
CHARON: And if I said that perhaps I've thought about taking a bite out of you, just like you with me?

 

He carefully feels around her neck, looking for a soft spot.

She lets out a loud gasp, fur puffing up. The fur there is oddly stiff in a clean ring shape, scar tissue felt underneath.

He finds a place and caresses it.

CHARON: I'm about as much of a dog as you're a cat, are you so surprised?
MAES: C-careful...

 

She shivers, but doesn't move away.

He slows down his hand a little, trying to avoid overstimulation.

CHARON: A fiend has many impulses. 
CHARON: To bite down, to drink til one is dry, perhaps savor their soul and wear what's left to blend right in. 
CHARON: But... ultimately I'd never want to hurt you.

 

She settles a bit, a gentle purr rumbling out of her.

MAES: B-but you've been starving yourself, haven't you? 
MAES: You should have mentioned...
CHARON: It's for the best, once you make it a regular thing it needs to be maintained.
MAES: ...it'd be quite a commitment, then, to start.
CHARON: Mm... daily.
MAES: And an issue if you couldn't get your hands on it.
CHARON: It'd be hard to guarantee a consistent supply as a traveling knight.
MAES: A requirement to settle down, then...
CHARON: One finds a town to work with long term typically.
MAES: And I'm sure there's side effects.
CHARON: Mostly beneficial but..
MAES: Go on.
CHARON: I'd have access to a full suite of perks. 
CHARON: Faster healing, camouflage, shapeshifting, perhaps wings if I am so lucky?
MAES: Wings? Really?

 

She snorts.

MAES: I can only imagine the trouble you'd get up to with verticality.
CHARON: Not enough room in here for it to be a good thing.
MAES: ...they might be nice, though...and what about the downsides?
CHARON: I'll be a bit more nibbly, perhaps a tad eccentric.
MAES: Define eccentric.
CHARON: Varies. 
CHARON: Perhaps I'll phase through the wall, or crawl into your head and influence you into making odd purchases.
MAES: Oh, god. 
MAES: Not odd purchases. 
MAES: How bad are we talking?
CHARON: Indoor plastic cacti.
MAES: Hmm. 
MAES: What about a real one? 
MAES: If you'd be staying anyway I could make you water it.
CHARON: And what if I were to eat it?
MAES: Mm. 
MAES: Might affect your flavor.
CHARON: That's true.. perhaps I'll have at you so you can get a taste of yourself?
MAES: Sounds complex...

 

She tilts her head just slightly, baring her throat.

CHARON: Mm?
MAES: It's your choice.
CHARON: ..Shoulder fine? 
CHARON: It'd be safer.
MAES: You say that as if I have organs.
CHARON: And you're sure? 
CHARON: With all I've said that comes to mind?
MAES: I've said just as much.
CHARON: ...Brace yourself.

 

The dog begins to lean in, breath felt up close.

MAES: W-wait.

 

She pulls away, eyes widening.

MAES: My, ah- 
MAES: It gets everywhere. 
MAES: My dress.
CHARON: We can save it for another time.

 

She shakes her head.

MAES: No, I- the moment's correct. 
MAES: I want to do this.
MAES: ...just...close your eyes for a moment.
CHARON: ...Alright.

 

He followed her directions, eyes shut.

She can be heard fussing with her dress, getting up to lift it off of her-
-and setting it to the side.

MAES: ...I'm keeping everything else on.
CHARON: That's fine.

 

She settles back next to him, the feeling of her leaning against him distinctly softer.

MAES: Okay. 
MAES: Open them.

 

Underneath the dress had been a soft, black sports bra- far less elegant than one would expect for someone so well made up. 
Her face is absolutely coated in blush, shoulders nervously hunched.

CHARON: Boss..
CHARON: ...You've reinforced every intrusive thought I mentioned earlier.
MAES:  Is that so?
CHARON: Entirely so..
MAES: And what are you  going to do about it?
CHARON: A taste should be safe, right?
MAES: Mhm...
CHARON: Then that much I can indulge in...

 

He presses his muzzle up to the cat's neck and shoulders.

CHARON: I can't say the rest won't invade my thoughts after for awhile.
MAES: You'll be required to tell me everything.
CHARON: I mean... rare that I get a volunteer, nor have I ever had the chance to nip at a soul but... if I could I'd be happy for you to be the first...
MAES: Your first...

 

A soft, pleased smile.

MAES: Am I really?
CHARON: Potentially in a number of ways..

 

The dog nuzzles her lightly.

CHARON: I'll savor every thought I have...
MAES: ...and you're ready for that?

 

She traces a claw against his cheek.

CHARON: Mmhmm, even if most of it has to be fantasy in my head. 
CHARON: Finishing you down to the last would never be enough though..
MAES: ...go ahead, then. 
MAES: Take the first drop.

 

He lightly presses his teeth down to fish around for a good spot.

CHARON: Your soul I'd have to find a way to make last even longer..
MAES: A-ah-!

 

Maes can't help but make a loud noise at the first bit of significant pressure, her breath a little heavy.

MAES: K-keep going-

 

He pokes repeatedly at a specific part, a point of entry.

CHARON: And the shell that remains well...
MAES: W-what will you do with it?

 

He doesn't answer, biting right down. Immediately a fluid seeps in, sensations becoming intensified as the pain itself becomes numbed.

MAES: O-oh, god-!

 

Maes immediately grips onto him with her claws, leaning fully onto him.

MAES: H...hah, that's-
CHARON: M-mm?
MAES: More...

 

He pulls back just for a moment.

CHARON: M-more?
MAES: It's...it's really good, so...

 

She looks fairly dazed.

CHARON: Mm...

 

He gently feels around her cheek.

CHARON: You're really into it?
MAES: M-mhm...

 

Upon closer inspection, the tiniest bit of drool sat at the corner of her mouth.

He presses his finger to her lip and wipes it clean.

CHARON: When you make faces like that... it does make me want to take your shell for myself....
MAES: It's not that special...
CHARON: I think it's beautiful..

 

He shifts around, starting to prep another bite.

MAES: Please.
CHARON: You don't believe me?
MAES: No, as in....

 

She makes a little whine.

CHARON: A-ah, you need help..

 

His teeth press down carefully until they line up with the previous spot.

MAES: Y-yes, more of that-

 

With a good bite he continues where he left off.


Maes can't help but press herself more against him, practically on top of one of his legs at this point.


He carefully reaches for her hand.

She takes it, squeezing it tight.

He repositions it so she could feel his heart racing.

MAES: Y-you're just as excited...
CHARON: Always.
MAES: This is the first time I've let you really touch me, after all...
MAES: ....or touch you back.
CHARON: It's nice..
MAES: ...I thought this would take more time, but...
CHARON: Life doesn't really have a set schedule..
MAES: No, I suppose it doesn't...
MAES: I've never known what to do without structure.
CHARON: Playing it by ear for the first time..
MAES: Makes it so you're not the only one having a new experience, right?
CHARON: Mmhmm..

 

She snuggles up close, not-so-subtly starting to shuffle onto his lap-

-only to puff up and blush as soon as she properly straddles him.

MAES: Y-you, are- very excited right now, aren't you?
CHARON: Hmm...

 

He puffs up to match, a little bit of fiendish mimicry.

CHARON: Maybe.

 

She grinds just a little bit, scoffing.

MAES: Maybe?

 

Even puffier.

CHARON: Perhaps a bit.
MAES: I'd hate to see you properly turned on, then...

 

Just a touch more, it's a bit silly at this point.

CHARON: Would you really?

 

She presses her chest against his, nuzzling his cheek.

MAES: Maybe.

 

He adjusts his position a little.

CHARON: Only one way to find-

 

Suddenly, a familiar squeaking noise cuts things off.

CHARON: ...Hello Kettle.