Finding out Xoconan killed one of her sons

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[09:27] It was a spacious place--the one they had claimed as their own, and Sibri returned to find Lothuitl inside. The Dryad had a faint if slightly nervous smile to his lips when he strolled through the door, wandering in search of Lothuitl...

Where was she--what was she doing?
(Sibri)
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[09:44] It was a spacious place. One which Lotlhuitl had begun to turn into a home. Well, to give the protections that a home should have.

The Nagual had been busy.

Runescribing.

Runes had been carved into the walls, the floor. She was not an energy magi, so viewing energy itself wasn't exactly something she could do. But she could make an educated guess. Lay lines had been, well, eyeballed and estimated. And the house now had the beginnings of something which resembled mana circuits surrounding every entry point and threshold.

No, Lotlhuitl was no energy mage. But she used something better than energy magic for her rune working: Blood. The final touch had been to cut herself, to slice her left hand and then smear each and every carved rune with her own blood.

When Sibri entered he would find Lotlhuitl soon enough. The Nagual was dancing. It was the Nagual's motion itself which created the beat towhich she danced to. Recursive, in a way. She swayed her hips and rolled her body and the metal she wore jostled against metal, jewellery jingling and armour chiming.

The woman called out to the spirits with her body, mana saturating the air around her, called forth with her vigorous motion. Her blood flared blue, sinking into the deeply carved runes. Energy sunk into the work.

Protection.

Lotlhuitl didn't stop for Sibri, didn't initially acknowledge him. Drawn into her task..

Until?

Silence. The Nagual had panted, stopping her motion at the very point she had instinctively felt the runes reach saturation point with her own energy. They could take no more, and so, she would stop!

By chance or by design, her frenzied dancing had taken her right over to Sibri, all but touching him. She looked up at the purple haired dryad and smiled, leaning up on tiptoes as she attempted to place a teasingly chaste kiss against his cheek. Her hand pressed against his chest was tacky with her own blood, likely leaving half a bloody handprint against him if he was unlucky..

She tilted her head.

"Something wrong?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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[09:59] Even indulging in the sight of her runic dance couldn't erase that look from his eyes--of uncertainty, of discomfort with the thoughts that simmered away in his mind. But Sibri watched nonetheless, content to observe in silence after quietly closing the door behind him, taking a spot by the wall. Out of the way, allowing her to accomplish her talk with zero distractions.

The various runes that marked their walls were also taken in with a glance here and there, but for the most part his focus was on the main show: her.

When it came to an end, Sibri's hands clapped together three times, and an encouraging smile surfaced against the worry on his face, "You've been busy, keh-keh," he began, eager to ignore her question. His index finger slipped down against his now-damp shirt, dabbing the tip with her blood before sucking the liquid away from the digit, "Exquisite. There's fire in your lifeblood, Lothl. Kehkeh..."

A kiss wasreturned to her following the observation--one far less chaste. His hands wrapped themselves around the curve of her spine, and the distance between his mouth and her collar bone closed instantly. By now, the Nagual might have learned that it was Sibri's favourite spot--the tip of his tongue trickled against her skin, with slow, damp strokes, and his teeth bit inward, pinching gently.
Breathing wantingly against her dainty neck as he made his way up, one hand moved to adjust her mask, giving him full access to her lips. Then he crushed his down against hers, parting their mouth for a few seconds to taste and explore--

--with a heavy exhale, Sibri pulled back. "Something is very wrong," he admitted quietly, "And I am not sure how to say it. Keh." He tried to force a smile, but it just wouldn't come, settling somewhere inbetween, "--Remember, you are not alone. No matter what." Squeezing down against her hip, he kept his chest close to hers and then whispered out the words he had been holding back, "...One of your children were murdered by Xoco... Keh."
(Sibri)
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[10:23] The runes were all for protection. Sibri may have got the sense that either what they did was imperceptible, that they had to be triggered by something, or perhaps that Lotlhuitl wasn't finished. They didn't seem to do anything, presently, other than glow faintly.

Lotlhuitl had gazed up at Sibri from behind her mask as he tasted her blood. Fire? "Not fire. Thunder and lightning, Sibri." Her voice was muffled, breathy. She almost thought to offer him her hand, but instead let it drop to her side as he wrapped his arms around her.

She was still smiling, though her delicate face was still almost entirely hidden from view by the snarling cat mask. The willowy runescribe had pressed herself against him as the Dryad licked her, nipped her. Her pulse began to quicken and a soft pleased sound passed her lips, a sound which was muffled by the mask before said mask could be pressed aside.

Kisses.

Passionate and eager, Lotlhuitl's lips had met Sibri's with intensity. Her mask was pressed up, revealing that the Nagual's expression was almost dreamy. That is, until Sibri pulled away.

Something is very wrong, he said. Her tail twitched, her body still pressed up against him. Her expression shifted into being quizzical, before shifting distinctly into apprehensive as the gravity of what Sibri might tell her sunk in. She was holding her breath.

She parted her lips, eyes widening. She wanted to tell him not to say it. She didn't want to hear it. Her heartbeat continued to race, though, now for a different reason entirely.

One of her children had been murdered by Xoconan.

"By the spirits, no." Lotlhuitl exhaled, genuine anguish running through her. "No, he.. he wouldn't." Oh, she knew he would have. Grief.

Weakness.

A single tear tracked down her cheek, before Lotlhuitl grit her teeth. Told herself that she wouldn't allow herself to be weak. "And the other?"

Corruption surged from the Sin Magi. Envy. Jealousy.

"This isn't.. this isn't fair."

An irrational response, but one she latched onto innately. Why, it was almost like her own damaged soul was attempting to protect itself. Rather than to break down with grief, to embrace the power which she had discovered. The power to defy fate.

"What aren't you telling me, Sibri."
(Lotlhuitl)
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[10:37] "It isn't, it isn't... I know. Keeh..."

Frowning deeply, his other hand moved to wrap around her in comfort, holding her protectively. He felt the surge of corruption on the tips of his fingers, that squeezed down on her hips, but the dryad maintained the closeness nonetheless. "...There is more, yes-yes..."

It was difficult to force the words out as he held her like this, the sense that there was something delicate in his hands that could unravel at any moment. Sibri took a second but he soon elaborated, his voice quiet and soft, "-Kayeliun has claimed the other. She said that she will not return them, since you sided with Ardent over the Coalition. Keeeh..."

With that, his lips pursed together and he watched her through half-lidded eyes, the pink in his stare darker than usual.
(Sibri)
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[10:52] -clunk-

The snarling feline mask fell to the floor. Knocked the rest of the way off Lotlhuitl's pretty, pretty face as she pushed herself into Sibri's arms. Her hands were raised, pressing against his chest. Hard. Curled into fists. There was anger here. Pain. Grief. Rage. Envy. Envy. Envy.

She shook.

Kayeliun and Xoconan.

In Lotlhuitl's head, all she could hear was this intensely loud thudding, ROARING sound. Her blood rushing through her veins. Her eyes were open, and, why, if Sibri had been able to see her face pressed against his neck, he would have seen that her green eyes positively glowed. She plainly wasn't seeing the room around them. Her teeth were bared, her breathing rapid. Her ears pinned back.

She did not cry or weep.

Energy once more saturated the air around Lotlhuitl. But unlike the mana which had been brought forth by the Nagual's spirit worshipping dance, this mana was... corrupted. Aberrant. Strange lights, like jagged pieces of glass, formed into a green glow around them both..

She slowly looked up at Sibri, still pressing herself against him.

"If I was as strong as you, this never would have happened." Lotlhuitl was bitter. "I sided with living, Sibri. But of course Kayeliun says that. Of course.. she and Xoconan, they were doing something behind my back. By the spirits, she put a collar on him and he didn't say anything! He was.. sharing things with her he didn't care to share with me."

Teeth grit.

"I hate her."
(Lotlhuitl)
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[11:03] In many ways, when she pressed down against him with her bubbling fury taking over her thoughts, it felt like a great heat was pressed against his cold body. As the two shone with that twisted green glow Sibri did not budge, both of his hands moving to slide up past her hips and settle on her back.

During their embrace, the dryad kissed down against her hair, then tilted his chin back to watch as her shining eyes stared up at him. Sibri's digits left her back to bring the index finger down against her bottom lip, with a 'sshhh'.
"You do not need to explain yourself to me, my sweet. You sought to preserve yourself while a man as rotten as him wanted your life. Keh..."

The finger slid down her lip and across her chin, moving against her neck as his mouth closed in on hers, kissing once, gentle and tender. The dryad's forehead settled down against Lotl's.
"What would you like to do...?"

"...personally, I wish to have many children with you, of my own blood... Keehh..."
(Sibri)
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[11:28] Lotlhuitl blinked. Sibri was shushing her. A finger pressed to her lip. Her ears still pinned backwards, the Nagual's expression had threatened to turn sullen. Until he spoke, telling her that she didn't have to explain herself. And then his cool finger slid down her parting lips, tracing down her neck.

Lotlhuitl shivered.

Returning his kiss, her eyes fluttered closed.

And for a moment, she just thought. The glow hadn't disappeared. A distinct aura of envy about her, Sibri may well have felt it brush against his soul. Gosh, it was almost like the Nagual was browsing what skills he had like he was some sort of catalogue. What part of him did she want to take inside herself? The answer may have surprised Sibri: it was likely a little different than what Sibri wanted to put inside her.

After all, what she envied, what she felt she was owed - that he had and she did not - it was his strength, his.. command over the spirits.

Instinctively, she'd wanted to keep kissing him. Lips, body trembling. But he only kissed her once before withdrawing. Before leaning his forehead against her own. Her ears no longer were pinned backwards as her eyes fluttered open.

Indeed, despite the corruption lingering in the air around them, Lotlhuitl really did seem to have settled down somewhat.

What did she want to do?

She thought. Sibri's words initially (and obviously) going over her head as emotion rose within her. "I will take my child back. Not through brute force but as Ixchel declared good: using guile and wit and cunning!" she proclaimed, before suddenly pausing.

"Y-you.. what?"

Sibri wanted to have many children with her. Of his own blood? Was that even possible? Clearly, Lotlhuitl knew nothing of the Dryad's reproductive compatibility with, well, herself.

The strange glow - the abberant, seemingly random reflections which had sprung up around Lotlhuitl where no reflections ought to have been - they immediately shattered and plinked out of existence. One. By. One.

"With me?"
(Lotlhuitl)
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[11:40] "Keh-keh-keh..."

The low chuckle left his smiling lips in a hum, and his hands explored with it- both of them tickled against the back of her bare thighs and then squeezed up against her rear. A tilt down brought his nose to hers, brushing the tip with his own, "Of course, while we are still young, and alive...--It is one of our many duties. Keeh."

With some force, he stepped forward, and she'd likely struggle to step back in turn with his hands groping as they were. But he kept going, keeping their bodies pressed until she was against the wall, his tall, slender form looming over her. "There are not many Dryads in this world, after all. We will need to have many children... Keh."

Traces of amusement clearly danced against his face, finding it entertaining to talk about. There was a slight glow to his pink eyes, and they shone with an excited heat above his grin.

"--If you would have me, of course."
One hand lifted up toward her metal thong, prying the side string down slightly with a pull of his thumb.
(Sibri)
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[12:07] A low sound, an almost feral sound rolled from the Nagual's lips as Sibri chuckled and explored her (truthfully willing!) form with his hands. Conflict rose within her all the while.

One of her children was dead.

Even as her heart beat steadily like a drum. Even as he tilted his head against her own.

She knew not which one. Kayeliun kept the other one from her.


Even as her ears twitched, her lips parting as she let out another almost-groan as she listened to him explaining that it was a duty.

Duty. Haruhi..

Overwhelmed, Lotlhuitl clawed at him as he pushed her back against the wall. Her fingers digging into his back as he loomed over her.

Kayeliun had all the men in her life twisted around her little finger. She'd kept Xoconan on a leash. Was it only a matter of time before she found she kept Sibri leash?

She was silent. Cheeks burning. Conflict obvious now. Her fingers, clad in claw-like gauntlets grabbed his hand. She wanted him to continue, but by the spirits. Not like this.

"I would, if Kayeliun didn't already have you."

She pushed her duty to Haruhi out of mind.

They were just very good friends.
(Lotlhuitl)
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[12:15] The thumb that hooked against her thong continued to pry and pull even as his wrist was grabbed--unless her hold was firm, he fully intended to have the piece to her thighs with a certain eagerness about him. "Have me?" Sibri repeated through a frown, "No-no. I am yours. Your mate, your partner...--"

A groping squeeze found itself on her chest as well, digits sneaking along her stomach to quickly slip under the metal-plate. The dryad glanced down as he played with the peak of her breast, thinking about how badly he wanted that off of her today.

To wash away all the marks Xoco left. To claim her as his.

Sibri's assault on her body was raw and accelerated with each passing second. His forehad pressed down onto hers, his pink eyes staring into her green ones, unblinking. "Be mine, Lotl. And I'll be yours, keeh..."


(Sibri)
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[12:49] Lotlhuitl's hold was firm, but perhaps not firm enough. Sibri succeeded in getting the metal and cloth covering her nether region down her thighs. The Nagual exhaled, flushed cheeks deepening as her green eyes STARED into Sibri's own.

"Kayeliun doesn't have you?" She asked, her words at least bordering on, well, treachery if not crossing a line and being outright so. "She possessed Xoconan. Commanded him, asked for more from him than was due her. And he gave it to her, I know it."

Anger bubbled within her. And extreme envy: Kayeliun had robbed from her not once, but twice. First Xoconan, and now her child!

But it was fine. Lotlhuitl would first wrap Sibri around her little finger, and then she would emulate Kayeliun herself.

And everything would be fine.

And at that thought, the Nagual had let out a low, nigh-feral sound. Some sort of twisted, covetous desire rising, corrupting her. Like she was getting drunk on poison.

Lotlhuitl found herself rolling her body against Sibri, no longer holding herself back from running her hands down his back. Digging the claw-like tips of her gauntlets into his flesh.

Washing away the marks Xoconan had left would prove.. well, likely more intensive than just fucking her. Xoconan had marked her physically true, but ultimately the man had marked Lotlhuitl in more ways than merely her body.

The plate metal was held tight against her full breasts, but Sibri managed to sneak his hands beneath them. It was then he would discover metal beneath the metal: small mythril rings piercing through each of her dark nipples.

Lotlhuitl arched her back, pressing herself against him, her own lips descending to his neck. A harsh kiss applied to his pulse. Teeth grazing skin. Gaze intense as she STARED at Sibri.

She shifted a hand, undoing a buckle here and there. Loosening her armour enough to remove it. Pull it off. Drop it to the floor. She was exposed to him. Rich brown skin, full breasts tipped with dark and lightly puffy nipples each as hard as diamonds. She was shivering as her hands descended down Sibri's body.

She wanted to explore every inch of him, too.

And, well, if he didn't stop her, she would.

Her hands would quest through his robes. Explore his chest, his mysterious tree tattoos. And trail downwards to find the front of his pants.

"Be yours?"

Lotlhuitl exhaled, her eyes suddenly gleaming.

"I'll.. I'll ruin anyone who even so much as looks at you. You're mine, Sibri."
(Lotlhuitl)
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[13:09] Her claim brought satisfaction to his face, a small smile taking shape after she kissed his neck and explored his body. SIbri nodded eagerly to her words, "-As will I, as will i. Keh-keh..." In fact, he had already gotten started with that, having humiliated Kayn in front of her, as a show of superiority.

He wanted to be all she needed. His children, his love...

Her exploring hands would find that beneath the black robes he was slender and toned, with various scars on his body from close calls in past battles- notably, a deep stab wound on his stomach, healed over... And as she got to his loose pants, the arousal was clear as day with the thick outline of his cock rigid and stiff against the dark fabric.

She could feel his accelerating heart beat pressed against her exposed chest. The raspy, wanting exhales that left his smile...

With a teasing pull against the mythril nipple-ring, Sibri then lurched forward after releasing it, his teeth clampingdown in a gentle suckle. A kiss to the dark skin followed, then a light dab of his tongue, licking against the goosebumps with a growing grin.

The back of her thigh was given a playful slap when he ascended off of her, and his fingers pried inwards to spread her cheek in a possessive, squeezing hold. The tips of his fingers tickled against her slit a single time before drifting up to gently pinch at her feline ear, stroking.

--then some pressure was applied onto her head, easing them lower... Down on their knees, where their prize awaited...

Sibri expected her to prepare him fully for their child-making session.
(Sibri)
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