Children of the Gods

"Well, y-you're making a very good argument a-against going back," Feferi replied, breath hitching as she moved a hand to hold his shoulder.

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"Clotho," Eridan hissed as he knelt by his mother, taking her hand away from her face to check the damage. He relaxed almost immediately, showing without words that the wounds were superficial, would heal without worry, and weren't a danger to her.

"Wants me to execute you," Atropos' bit back, trying to jerk back and snarling as Eridan tried to clean her face.

Poseidon watched.
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"Don't I always?" He asked, gently nibbling her neck.

"She's wanted me dead as soon as she realised I had the power, that's all. Sweeter when I was a kid, now, less so. Stop that!" Atropos' was thrashing and twisting in an attempt to stop Eridan from cleaning her wounds. Injuries caused by her sisters bled more and didn't heal as well unless tended to properly, but they were painful. One hand gripping her shoulder, Eridan looked up at Poseidon and asked, even as he was elbowed in the throat, "Hold her down?"

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Feferi tangled her free hand in his hair, tilting her head over with a soft noise. "Considering you always win these debates, I think I'd have to agree with you there." Her hand tightened briefly when he reached a sensitive part of her neck, incidentally where the markings were.

Poseidon done as he asked.
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He looked at her. "Good or bad?" He had noticed her hand tighten and he wondered if it was something to keep doing or not.

"You let me go, right now." Atropos hissed, struggling against his grip as far as she could move, and then Eridan was pushing down on her shoulder, other hand glowing a faint, disconcerting grey as he brought it closer to her face. Atropos, clearly angry at being restrained, abruptly turned a little fearful and struggled more violently.

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"Very good. Too good." Feferi trembled briefly, as if in aftershocks. "Damned thing that it is."

"Hmm, for you maybe, but not for me, now you can never actually win an arguement against me ever again." He told her playfully, nibbling her ear as he said it.

"Using my weakness against me, how devious of you," Feferi mock-gasped. "Well, to be fair, I never expected more from you, so you're lucky."

"Ouch." He told her playfully, moving his hand slightly rougher and he gently bit her neck right on the most sensitive spot.

Feferi jolted against him, hands moving to hold his shirt as she wobbled, a little weak at the knees and pressed her face to his shoulder to quietly moan. Under her breath, she muttered something, fondly, about him being an 'unfair bastard'.

He responded with a quiet laugh against her neck. "Maybe we should get you on the bed, otherwise you might fall."

"That's a suggestion I can get on board with," Feferi agreed. "Though, I have utmost confidence you'll catch me if I do fall."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." He told her playfully, suddenly picking her up so her legs were around his waist.

"If you drop me," Feferi warned, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep herself supported. "Then you won't get to see me for days. I know how to hide."

He raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't want to fuck you as much as I do now, I would take you up on that challenge." He told her, kissing her neck.

"I'm sure you'll find out some other day. The only thing you need to be concerned about now is the fact you're wearing far to many clothes." It was a wonder Feferi manages not to stutter, but her breath caught a handful of times as she spoke, and, almost impatiently, she moved to tug at his shirt, her other hand loosely tangled in his hair.

"Care to help me out then?" He asked, before he removed his shirt at feeling her tug at it.

"I'd rather you be quiet and use your mouth in a different way," Feferi murmured, running her hands up his stomach and chest before tangling her fingers in his hair to try and pull him forward for a kiss.

He happily and eagerly kissing her back, taking her shirt off of her.

Feferi moved to make it easier for him, before wrapping her arms around his neck to pull herself closer.

He moved to press her into the bed, kissing down her body, removing any oher clothes that he deemed to be unecessary.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Feferi laughed breathlessly, fingers tangling tightly in his hair. The markings on her side were just as sensitive as the one on her neck, because she'd taken to biting her lip to stay quiet.

"Aren't I always?" He kissed back up to her lips.

"Only when you want to be. Sometimes you're an awful tease." Feferi kissed him back almost lazily, running her hands down his front.

He smirked slightly moving a hand below her waist.

Feferi moaned softly, lifting a hand to rest on his shoulder as she closed her eyes.