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Closing the inn door behind himself, Siffrin leaned back against it, letting their head hit the wood, and sighed out wearily. Sweet, sweet safety.
Every time that they stopped in a town or village, the entire place insisted on throwing a party about it! Every! Single! One! Siffrin didn’t even like parties, but because he was a Savior everyone insisted that they come, at least for a little while. And it never stayed a little while! It was always hours and hours, and before they knew it, it was evening!
“Stardust! You’re back!” The cry comes from the bed, where Loop is curled up, reading. Loop, being a ‘secret’ party member, never had to come to these blinding events. They looked so cozy, nestled up on the bed, with an arm draped over the other ‘secret’ party member’s dark, quivering form. “You said you’d only be out for the afternooooon!”
Siffrin blinked at them both. “I thought you didn’t want to be close to it anymore?” He asks, looking at where Loop’s sparkling, slightly translucent hand brushed over the thicker, opaque, tar-like sludge of the Sadness’s form. “And--stars! It was another blinding party! I had to sneak out.”
Loop glanced down at the Sadness, and then gently shoved it, like one would a cat. “Stardust is back. Go get your warmth somewhere else. Go on. Shoo.” They make a show of putting their bookmark into the book, and huff at Siffrin. “Well! Someone left me alone with a hungry Sadness all day, so my choices were pretty slim, you know! I’d rather a little bit of cuddling than let it try to eat me again.”
Mal dul Pays dripped down the side of the bed, pooling on the floor, more a viscous ooze than a shape at first, lightless body shivering as it pulled into a detailed semblance of a human form. It was startlingly cohesive, for a Sadness, but it struggled to stay together--the slime of its form dripped constantly, weeping and dripping over the floor as it walked forward, arms out towards Siffrin.
“H-hungry? Again? Already?” He asked, as their mirror-self unerringly crossed the room, placing dark hands on either side of his head, pinning him against the door, the liquid dripping down onto Siffrin’s shoulder.
It nodded to them, spiraling eye focused on Siffrin’s face, as the dark ooze soaked into the fabric of their cloak, spreading damp and chill as it dripped. It opened its mouth, leaning in expectantly, head tilting, eye hooding in a perfect parody of how Siffrin silently asks for a kiss. It made a flush smear across their cheeks just to see it.
Surely they never looked so sweet, patiently tilted back, lips parted, expectation gentle on every feature?
“I-I just fed you, though,” he protested weakly. Mal du Pays doesn’t listen, though. It never does, particularly when it came to Siffrin. It merely leaned forward when they don’t, invading their space further, pressing its chilly front against theirs, a soft little breathy sigh escaping it, hardly a whisper of a noise, as it arched its body against his warmth.
The Sadness moved to cup Siffrin’s face, ooze running down the line of their neck, as it pressed in to steal a kiss. Siffrin gives into it with a disgruntled grumble, softening under its clinging lips, as it kissed along the line of their jaw, leaving tackiness in its wake.
It was a shame that it tasted awful. Like kissing a pair of rusty scissors. They grimace as they licked the clinging darkness free from his lips. But there must be something wrong with him, because they’ve come to associate the taste with what inevitably comes next, a spark of excitement running through them.
“You know, if you hate feeding it so much, you could let it feed from other people,” Loop commented archly from the bed. “The fact that you don’t makes me wonder if you just secretly enjoy sleeping with yourself.”
Mal du Pays ignored Siffrin’s sputtering, and Loop’s commentary, mouthing at Siffrin’s neckline until the cloak starts to get in the way. Its dripping hands grab the cloak, and it tugged once, expectantly. Then a second time impatiently, when Siffrin doesn’t immediately remove it.
“Stars--what am I going to do with you,” they sigh, tugging the cloak up. Before they even have the cloak off, the Sadness has slid fingers against their stomach, worming them under the fabric of his shirt. “A-and I let Isa feed it sometimes. If he wants to. But no one else is, um, comfortable with it?” Their voice creeps higher as cold hands trace up, dragging increasingly damp fabric up with the gesture. It makes Siffrin’s skin tingle with expectation, stomach tensing under the cool slide.
They untangled from the cloak as Mal du Pays pushed up his shirt enough to reveal their chest. The Sadness was a little obsessed with his chest, ever since they’d gotten it Crafted flat. Slick trails are left in the wake of its fingers as it groped them, squeezing the slight muscles. Almost as if it were jealous.
Siffrin holds up his shirt, flushing as the Sadness teases their chest. It really knew every weakness that he had, and never failed to use them as ruthlessly as possible to get what it wanted. Mal du Pays never cared what Siffrin wanted or didn’t want. It had learned how to read their body and used it against him time and time again. And their chest had always been sensitive. Just the anticipation of its touch has them arching forward.
When dark lips meet around one of his nipples, Siffrin doesn’t even try to stifle the gasp that comes out, pressing into the cool lips and the flick of tongue that encircles them. Their cool fingers tweak the other as it firmed up, cool and slick just like their tongue, a delightfully confusing sensation.
Its form dripped and rolled down Siffrin’s front, drawing his attention lower, as it assailed their senses with its relentless mouth. Like everything else it did, Mal du Pays didn’t ask, didn’t flirt. It just did; the almost mechanical, mindless way that it used their body was as exciting as the physical sensations.
But when Siffrin looked down, biting their lip, it was to see his own face looking back up at them in inverse. The Sadness mimicked the dazed, breathless expression that they think was on their face this instant perfectly. It made it hard to complain, or to argue, when it seemed to want this so much.
After all, Mal needed them, and its never shy about asking--or taking--what it needs.
There is a soft creak from the bed, that drew Siffrin’s eye to it. Loop is perched on the edge of it, kicking their feet, looking amused as they watch the Sadness work him over so masterfully. For all their teasing, there’s heat in Loop’s gaze as they watch the lightless version run dripping hands between Siffrin’s legs, before meeting his gaze directly.
Mal du Pays traced over the growing interest there, and exhaled again, another whisper-soft noise. It squeezed, mouth going back to work on Siffrin’s sensitive chest, while its fingers trace over the barest hint of their arousal. Siffrin sucked in air through his teeth, whining at the demanding touches.
The eye-contact with Loop only sizzles more want through him, breath shorter, harder, as Mal squeezed them through their pants, responding to every single throb, every twitch as blood rushed south with more attention. Siffrin’s attention is drawn back down when the Sadness shudders, tendrils dropping out from under its ‘cloak’ to wrap around Siffrin’s legs, its malleable body pressing against them all over, slowly creeping upwards, even as it slid downward.
His knees are shaking as Mal pressed its face directly against his groin, nuzzling against where his cock has plumped up, eagerly pressing against the fabric restraining it. The Sadness looked up, catching his gaze, and opened its mouth expectantly, licking a long stripe up the cloth. Tormenting them with the sensation and promise. The Sadness’s expression is practically greedy as Siffrin’s body reacts, pulsing against their tongue.
Its fingers insistently worm underneath of his waistline, and tug down, and he feels lightheaded when their pants are finally dragged down, leaving them tangled around his legs, half-undressed and chilly. They shiver and then gasp when Mal eagerly engulfed them with its mouth, no buildup, no teasing, just taking.
Its tight and cool, slick and squeezing in a way that no body ever could be. Their mind goes blank with pleasure, dizzied at the sudden onslaught. It doesn’t need to move to torment Siffrin, staying in place with its eye rolled up to watch his expression, as its insides squeeze and slither around his cock. The outside was just a facsimile, he knew, but it was always so startling, to feel tongues lapping at every inch of him in a confused cacophony of sensation.
It felt so good, it always did. Slick things writhing around him, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through his increasingly hazed mind. The chill felt good against him, when they felt so heated, so flushed, and every movement was at once relief and somehow worse. Being held here in place, while his cock was milked like this, it wasn’t like any sensation that Siffrin had ever known before the Sadness. It was addiction, squeezing around his cock and lapping at it.
Siffrin’s legs threatened to go out, as the Sadness’s tendrils curl around his bare thighs, leaving dark streaks where they glide. He can’t look away, panting as his hips tried to rut forward into the clinging, cool embrace, only to be held in place by the tendrils. He can’t help but whine, arched forward, trying to chase the pleasure that’s engulfing them.
Mal smiled around his cock, face contorting, tongue sliding past its lips to curl around his base as it pulled back. Possessive hands streak up Siffrin’s front, before it returned to tormenting them with ungodly pleasure. Tiny laps at the weeping tip of him, as chill hands went down to cup their balls, squeezing rhythmically in time with the way that Mal’s throat worked around him.
This was the worst part though. Because now that it had him, it wasn’t going to let him go. The undulations around him slowed to a lazy pulse, milking the pre from them greedily, but never spiking over just feeling good, sweet waves of pleasure that rolled through Siffrin, fogging their mind without giving him any hope of release yet.
That’s when Loop left the bed, eyes curved in a smile. “Oh, Siffrin, Siffrin. You’re so easy,” they cooed, approaching now that Mal has him melting against the door. “Look at you. This thing has you wrapped around it’s fingers. How does it feel?”
His attention drags from the sweet torment that’s being caught inside of the Sadness, mouth falling open to pant, as they look at Loop. Their light was bright with interest, stars within their translucent form sparking with glittering, internal light. Their eyes were hooded as they watched Mal’s tendrils wrap and loop around him, and there was a familiar heat in their gaze.
“Guh--good,” he answers, feeling humiliated at the way that their voice comes out so breathy.
Loop comes to a stop behind the Sadness, looking over Siffrin, which makes them flush and squirm. They’re suddenly so aware of himself now, with Loop’s inspection going over them so minutely. Shirt skewed from being rucked up, smears of Mal’s ooze clinging to their skin, pants and underwear yanked down to their knees, mussed and pressed up against the door.
“Do you even have any idea how you look, Stardust?” Loop asks, leaning in to drag their eyes down his front. He arches their hips forward with a whine, pressing deeper into Mal’s maw, which makes it clamp down, writhing around them in a frenzy for a moment before returning to the slow undulations. “You look like a mess. You didn’t even make it in past the door. You didn’t even manage to get undressed.”
Siffrin licks their lips, panting at the humiliating teasing, eye lingering on Loop. On how they’re watching. It makes heat spark underneath of Siffrin’s skin that Mal’s chill can’t chase away, pulsing and throbbing with a growing need that the languid pace is only stoking. He lets their head fall back, reached a hand up to pull their shirt back up.
“D-don’t you like how it looks?” They panted at Loop. Mal’s writhing insides are working around Siffrin’s cock, teasing and squeezing and milking and Loop’s just smiling at him heatedly, watching, letting him make all these wanton noises. Drinking in the revealed skin that peeks out when they pull his shirt up.
“Ohhh, are we fishing for compliments, Stardust?” Loop teases, “You do look like an awfully good slut like this. But~ I think you’re not nearly wrecked enough.” They bent down, brushing their lips against Mal’s ear, and whisper something to the Sadness, ignoring how Siffrin’s face burns at being called a slut. At being easy like Loop accused him of.
Anticipation courses through Siffrin as the unerring gaze pulls from his face, as it looks to Loop. It blinks once, and then the tendrils around their legs tighten and squirm. One glides wetly up, and Sifrin moans when they realize what Loop’s told Mal to do. Why did it listen to them but not Siffrin?!
“This should help you,” Loop coos, watching avidly as Siffrin arches automatically. They can’t see anything, but just knowing seems to be enough. One of the tendrils slides between his cheeks, gliding slickly, pressing against their hole insistently. There’s barely any resistance, because Mal’s body isn’t solid, its got just enough give to squirm inside of them despite how Siffrin’s body tries to resist. Then it swells inside of him, a sudden throb that forces his body open in a steady, growing stretch.
Siffrin gasps at the intrusion, trying to pull away, or to push closer, but Mal’s other tendrils have them tight. They can barely move, caught, trapped between the sinful glide of the Sadness’s mouth and its thick tendril filling them. Needy whines fall from their lips as his mouth falls open, tongue running over their lips.
Their eye catches Loop’s, and the heat and desire that they see in their gaze makes Siffrin arch and clamp down on the tendril invading them. Loop didn’t even need to touch him to make him melt. Loop didn’t even need to do this. They weren’t a mostly mindless thing like Mal.
Loop wanted Siffrin to writhe. Wanted him to put on a show for them to enjoy. Because they did enjoy it. He was never sure how much Mal du Pays liked these things--certainly enough to do them, but it lacked the same heat and warmth that Loop or Isa gave them.
And that knowledge did something to him, made their mind turn into a flurry of sparks, turned the growing physical need into something baked into his bones and blood. He was being used as a toy, as amusement, and his torment made Loop feel good.
Their legs give out, jelly-weak as he slides down the door, whining and unable to speak. It didn’t impede Mal at all, who just sunk with them, spreading out to claim their legs with its tendrils, encapsulating Siffrin’s lower half, so that it seemed like it was climbing out of a puddle just to debauch him. And it didn’t stop the engorging tendril inside of them either. It pressed in deeper, swelling more and more, until his body protested.
And just like Mal’s mouth, it didn’t fuck Siffrin. That would be far, far, too mundane. The tendril squirmed, instead, curling inside of them, a inhuman sensation that sought out the place inside of them that felt the best--and then focused on it relentlessly when it was found. It was like melted lightning pulsing within them, the same rhythm that wrapped around them, now inside of him. Unerring, relentless, almost mechanical in its precision.
Siffrin’s cock wept inside of Mal’s mouth, and it found the exact pace needed to keep that pre flowing, and did exactly no more. It would keep him like this for as long as it wanted, until it was sated enough to force a orgasm from them. Torturing, tormenting, and the worst part was that Siffrin loved it. Loved being used like this. Melted down into something less than a person.
And then--Sifrin’s eyes flit to Loop, panting and moaning desperately. Loop loved to take them after the Sadness had had its way with him. Liked to watch him be tormented. But maybe...?
“Luh--Loooop,” they moaned, and try to reach for them. Loop’s eyes tighten on a smirk, as he can’t keep their arm up, trembling and flopping, twitching as their body is delved for his Sadness’s hunger, hips jerking with every grind within him. “Puh--hhnn--llee--aasee--!” The word felt thick and malformed in his mouth, and Siffrin gives up, just moaning openly, desperation hitching up into his voice as their body trembles with want.
More, more, more, he needs more. Wants to be touched all over, wants to be held, needs it. Needs his mouth to be full too, their skin covered and coating. Until it was overwhelming, until they were nothing but need and desire and heat and coolness slickly grinding against each other. Wants Loop here too, wants their warmth to counter the chill that was sapping away at their heat.
Loop watches, hands running over their body absently, the bright pulse of lights inside of them sparking with their interest. “Oh, Stardust, isn’t that such a pretty noise. What do you want, hm?” They coo, “What could you possibly want, with your little pet Sadness already fucking you senseless, hm? Should I...” they pause, cruelty touching their voice, “Get Isabeau for you? Do you want your partner? Do you want him to come in here to see you being used like this? Do you?”
And that--was a humiliating thought that surged through them. Of Loop fetching Isa. Of their partner walking in to find Siffrin like this, helpless and mewling as Mal took him apart from the inside out. Mal’s mouth suddenly felt too tight as their cock throbbed at the thought, and every tendril tightened, holding Siffrin down like slick iron as their hips tried to buck forward.
And then it stopped, as Mal pulled off of them, stilling inside of him, clinging ooze connecting Siffrin’s cock to its mouth. It hisses at Loop, a whisper-soft noise that’s almost overtaken by Siffrin’s whining. The cessation of sensation is almost painful--at once a relief to calm down, but also horrible because, stars, stars! They knew they couldn’t cum until Mal let them, but he was so close already.
“Oh, my! Stardust!” Loop coos brightly. “You must have really liked that idea, hmmm? Don’t you worry, Sadness. I won’t make him cum unless you do. But you can share a little bit, can’t you?”
The tendril inside of Siffrin writhes suddenly, as the others tighten possessively over Siffrin, Mal du Pays glaring at Loop, arms slinking up to claw over Siffrin’s front, as he whined and writhed in its grip. Its cool, slimy front ground against their cock, and made them whimper, even as the claiming way that Mal holds him made them lightheaded.
“Cute,” Loop observes, “I’m not going to take your food. I just want to have a little fun. Consider it my payback for cuddling you all day. If I get hungry, I can go ask someone else. You’re the one that Stardust is selfish about.”
There is a pause, as it stills, considering. Then, much to Siffrin’s mortification, it nods once, as if he were nothing more than a treat to be shared. Loop’s smile turns into a leer, as Mal returns its attention to their cock. It licks its lips, and then kisses the weeping tip of their cock, smearing the liquid around with their dark tongue, before it spirals around them and squeezes.
Then Loop steps closer, reaching down to stroke Siffrin’s cheeks. Their fingers are warm, slick and tacky in a wholly different way than Mal’s ooze is. They’re more firm, but with plush give when they squeeze and pull Siffrin’s chin to force them to look up. Stars are bursting behind his eyes, as Mal returns to the sweet torture of edging them with endless sensation, so he just whimpers insensate at Loop.
“Pretty like this, Stardust,” Loop whispers, “You really look like a mess. You were begging for me earlier though.” Their slick fingers trace over his lips, and they dart out their tongue to sweep up the lingering sweetness. Unlike Mal, Loop tasted--sweet. Browning caramel like Wish Craft, which was a taste that Siffrin sometimes struggled with. But lately.. they’d been able to handle it more.
And with lust and need burning them alive from the inside out, as Mal started moving again, the slow glide of a hundred tongues, or tendrils, brushing and squeezing and lapping and teasing around their cock, as the tendril inside of him ground endlessly against their prostate, it just tasted good. A mindless sweet treat, the gel-like texture of Loop’s finger on his lips sending feedback skittering through Siffrin’s mind.
Siffrin opened their mouth further in invitation, begging with their eye, with the whimpers that slipped out of him. Loop’s eyes glittered as they drank in the expression. “You have no idea how debauched you look like this. Or how turned on you make me, when you just fall to pieces like this. Why don’t you help me out, hm?”
Loop moves Siffrin’s chin, and shuffles closer, grinding the flat of their pubic mound against his face. They were normally flat, smooth, featureless, but he mouthed at it mindlessly anyways. And their blind mouthing is rewarded, as something firm started to bulge out. Siffrin whined as they chased it, lapping at it, as it swelled, sweet liquid beading at the tip as Loop sighed out at the attention.
Greedily, Siffrin got it in his mouth. Its was both hard and not, the same confusing sensation that Loop and Mal du Pays had in common--their Crafted bodies giving in ways that weren’t natural. It was softer than a cock, sweeter, but it pulsed like one, and the core of it was hard. It swelled, throbbing in his mouth, growing on their tongue as they suckled it.
Details seemed to form as Siffrin teased their tongue over it, the slick flesh lengthening, swelling to a much more phallic shape, textured nodules scraping across their lips. Siffrin’s eye fell dazed and slack, as they drew back, letting Loop’s cock rest on their tongue, trying to feel it out with his lips alone, occasionally falling still as Mal’s tendrils short circuited his mind.
Loop let Siffrin explore, the desperation increasing in his body leading them to suckle and toy with Loop, like if they were good enough the star-slime would let him finish. There was something about being taken like this--filled, taken, claimed--that made Siffrin dizzied. If they were just good enough, this torment would end, wouldn’t it? Stars, he was so close, but it wasn’t enough--!
It only got worse when Loop grew tired of frantic, needy slurping on their cock. “Tut, Stardust. You’re too sloppy to be anything but something to fuck right now. Be quiet,” they order, gripping their hair tightly, and jerking his face until it mashed against their stomach fully.
Siffrin whined into it, the noise choked off by the cock that was still swelling in their throat, muffling it and turning it into useless vibrations--serving no purpose but to give Loop pleasure. They stayed like that until Siffrin’s chest started to burn, until their hips jerked, twitching, arms reaching up to grab at Loop’s hands on his head.
Only then, as tears were building up at the corner of his eyes, did they pull back, grinding hips forward to smear their sweet-scented cock over Siffrin’s face. It was almost opaque, flushed and heavy looking compared to the rest of Loop’s ephemeral form. Siffrin... Siffrin wanted that inside of them.
He clenched down on the tendril swollen inside of them, feeling a burst of pleasure as it continued to grind directly on their prostate in lazy swirls. He needed more, friction, more motion, something, anything. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough, Mal’s patient milking too slow to send them over the edge, but so overwhelming that it’s driving him mad.
Loop doesn’t take pity on Siffrin, and neither does Mal. Loop drives their cock into Siffrin’s mouth, moaning aloud, and cooing brightly about how good they feel. The warmth settles in his face and seems to trail down the more that they swallow the sweet liquid that drips onto their tongue. Every swallow warms his core more, empties their mind more.
He’s burning alive, they think, falling apart in ecstasy. Senseless whines and moans start to force themselves free from Siffrin, as they surrender fully to the rhythm. Utterly limp as Loop uses their mouth, tears rolling down his face, twitching and trying to roll hips into the mindless tendrils that continue to curl and stretch inside of him. Not allowed even that as Mal’s tendrils hold them completely still.
When Loop notices the tears, though, they stop, breathing heavily. They try to pull away, but he chases them, whining as their cock is pulled past their lips.
“Shhh, Stardust. So needy. Hey, Sadness. Look at this,” they urge, gripping Siffrin by the hair and pushing them forward.
It pulls off of Siffrin’s cock with a wet noise, stilling as Loop points out the tears. When the sensation ends Siffrin sobs, hips arching forward desperately. At once horribly overstimulated and needy.
Mal du Pays stares at Siffrin’s face, and then Loop in turn. It reaches out a dark hand, and catches a tear on the tip of a finger, bringing it to its mouth. The Sadness laps it up, and then shudders violently, every tendril wrapped around Siffrin writhing--the one inside of him as well, making the next sob break into a moan.
“You know, if you make him cum, he’d probably cry more,” Loop points out, smirking. “You always draw it out soooo~ much.”
The Sadness stares blankly, before it reaches forward, drawing Siffrin down and backward with it, cushioning his body with its puddle of ooze. Siffrin goes limply, clinging to its chill with shivers wracking his form. Loop stares on, waiting to see what happens, only to be met with an interesting proposal from the Sadness.
It lies on its back, with Siffrin slumped over it--almost as if Siffrin were taking the Sadness, rather than the other way around. Then--it slides its tendril free from their hole, some remaining dark ooze dripping from them like a lewd leftover.
Loop stares for a moment, before it shuffles its legs wider, and peeks at them over Siffrin’s shoulder. “You... want me to fuck Stardust?” They ask, narrowing their eyes at the Sadness.
It doesn’t speak, but its face contorts into the dazed, desperate expression that had graced Stardust’s features. But Siffrin must not have been as thoroughly wrecked as they thought, because they whimper, back arching, ass rising up in invitation.
His moan is relieved as Loop slides into them, already loosened and slick, but startlingly cold. And Loop’s warmth radiated into their core, waking them up, promising everything that he needed. “Pll--ssshhe.”
Loop’s weight presses Siffrin’s cock against Mal’s chill body, which puts up the barest resistance before Siffrin sinks into it. Siffrin could weep--does weep, at the tight squeeze around them. Mal’s expression is lust-drunk and mindless, fixated utterly on Siffrin’s face. Both hands go up to cup their cheeks, so that it can just stare at them.
Then he breaks off into broken moans again, as Mal du Pays squeezes their unnatural body around him. Loop swears, as he tightens down on them, before picking up into a ruthless pace. Siffrin might be falling apart, as their other selves ruin him. With Mal greedily devouring not just his cock, pressed into them like a parody of lovemaking, their ooze slithering over Siffrin’s front and caressing them all over, Loop fucking into him, replacing that chill with warmth and that mind-melting unending grinding with friction and movement.
Every thrust sparks him closer to climax, frustration making yet more tears fall onto the Sadness. Loop’s hips force him to thrust into Mal, who squeezes desperately, only to bounce back against Loop, who ruts them forward again, until Siffrin’s body takes over. His trembling hips struggle against the tendrils holding them still, and Mal lets him fuck into them.
They rut into the Sadness desperately, arching back against Loop with animal desperation, speeding up as if worried that this, too, will be stolen from him if they don’t take it now. Whimpering, needy noises dripping from them with every thrust. Siffrin chases bliss mindlessly, but all that it takes to send him over is Loop draping themself over his back, rutting in hard.
Their warm cock drives in ever that much deeper, and jumps, and Siffrin screams out in relief as the edging finally comes to an end. All of their seed is stolen by the Sadness, whose expression briefly cuts to utter bliss, echoing Siffrin’s euphoric expression. It seems to go on and on, an unending crash of frantic, heart-pounding, sticky release.
Even after the initial spray of cum into the Sadness, Siffrin’s hips keep moving, pathetic, desperate grinds forward, each one punctuated with a desperate squeeze around Loop. Little aftershocks make them squeak, but, exhausted, Siffrin just goes boneless on top of the Sadness, who seems content to engulf them entirely in its ooze.
Loop stays draped over them both, rubbing Siffrin’s arm, painfully aware of each and every aftershock that shoots through Siffrin, because each one squeezes down on them, still hilted inside of their Stardust, each one a temptation to keep going, to have their fun.
“Well, well,” they purr, the sound coming out sultry. “Another very thorough feeding session, Stardust. Maybe you shoul--” they cut off as Siffrin tightens around them purposefully, grinding into him without thinking.
“Loop,” Siffrin whines, wriggling in place.
“Oh, do you want this, Stardust?” Loop asks, drawing their hips back before flicking forward again, burying back into him. The moan that Siffrin makes is answer enough. “Not enough for you to be molested by your Sadness? You need me too?”
Siffrin nods weakly, hands clutching at Mal’s front, who simply stares besotted at Siffrin, heedless of everything else. After all--it had gotten what it wanted.
So Loop gives Siffrin what he asked for, rutting into them and grinding him into Mal du Pays. Loop’s own moans sound like Siffrin’s, layered on top of each other, as one gives in fully and the other enjoys how broken he is.
“Stars, Stars, Siffrin--” Loop cries. He was perfect like this. Weak and limp and whining, overwhelmed with desire and sensation. Compliant in the best way. Loop loved Siffrin already fucked out like this. Like his body belonged to them, theirs to position, to take, to claim, to rut into.
Loop presses their face into Siffrin’s shoulder, and gasps as they finish inside of him, spilling heat within their chilled body. Siffrin moans at it, panting into Mal’s front as they shudder and tremble. And Loop stays draped over them as their cock slithers back into their body, no more use for it.
Mal hisses again, as the heated liquid seeps out of Siffrin’s abused hole and drips onto it, and that’s their sign to get up, before the Sadness grows less content with their presence.
“C’mon, Stardust. Let’s--get you in a bath. Your pet Sadness can go hide as it digests its meal.”
“D’n wanna,” Siffrin mumbles.
“Well, I guess I’ll just let it smother you then. You remember what happened last time?” Loop wheedles. “C’mon, Stardust. I’ll wash you better. You love when I wash you.”
Siffrin cracks open their eye, considering Loop. “I... do like that...”
Loop smiles fondly at him, and reaches down. “You can tell me all about that awful party,” they offer, hauling Siffrin up. Initially, Siffrin is too stiff to help, chilled limbs unresponsive, but when Loop’s warmth presses against him, he sighs and sags into it.
“Okay,” they sigh. “Love you.”
Loop pauses, flushing brightly. “Why, Stardust,” they gasp, “What would your partner say! Gasp! Gasp, I say! Why you--you heartbreaker!”
“Stop being annoying,” he grumbles. “You promised me a bath.”
Loop’s smile is softer, as they help him into the bathing room. “So I did.”
Mal du Pays watches them both go, and melts into an amorphous puddle, retreating to underneath of the bed to hide, where it would remain until the night. Inevitably, it would slither up to join them in bed. But, for now, it was full.