User blog:MockingJester/A primal land's citizen: builder Jake

Some say gold trumps silver. Others prefer the humble touch of silver over the exuberant gold. Fortunately, there lies a place where the two valuable colors can dance in euphony, some of the most precious of combination.

Better still, when they carry a third individual in their fold. The one to fire their co-joined devotion to. To share in their boundless passion. The one among a thousand.

Despite their hazy beginning, Silvara and Gildia found said man in the grasp of people who thought to make him insane with terror. A particular enjoyment they'd get from tearing their precious commodities apart before taking him back home to cuddle up at this side.

A precious and rare individual not ruled by baseless brawn or showmanship but a soft-spoke one...even if sometimes it can be trying to get him to 'advance, so to speak.

And now, this man, this precious man went away. Sent by the Alos in a frivolous purchase. Leaping from the upper entrance in his reinforced flight greaves, Jacob scratches his head in confusion as he darts in the sky to the furthest shop of this segment of land "Leaves? Ok, but why from a store on the border?"

"Silvara, why did you send him all the way to the Trembling edge shop?" A gilded Ian wonders as the silver-toned counterpart currently rummages through their husband's possessions. Books, notes, pads, anything with any writing on it is a target for the muscle-bound wyvern.

"Well, my delicate counterpart, I need a date. Never bothered giving us the date of his anniversary! And you KNOW he won't be spilling the beans, to begin with!"

"Well..." Gildia's front row of clawed fingers points on each other "...I guess he doesn't exactly consider it as important. I mean, if he's not going to tell us..."

"Hell no! You kidding me, Gildia?! When your birthday happened, what did he do?" The spike-haired Alos turns her nose to the golden wyvern, looking to contest this slight.

"Well, besides the whole business of setting up the mood for celebration...you know how much I like pampering myself for occasions. It's a refreshing time to have your man comb the land for some lasting product while doing the pampering".

"Right?! What guy does that?! Every other loser we came across before just wiped their hands off, thinking it'd be some detriment to their delusion of masculinity or some stupid crap like that!"

"Hmpf" Gildia gives the Alos a smirk "You sound rather riled up about this search. Is this about the goodies he went to get in painful distances when yours came about?"

"Of course it is! I mean, look at my pantry! All of the stuff in them are things you couldn't be bothered to hitch just by how much of a pain in the ass they are to gather, distill and manufacture! Let alone with the arid areas they grow on! Every little bit a mistress of the air could ever need! And the gold, Gildia, the gold!"

The Alos rushes to her mate, wings folded to arms planted on her shoulders "I mean let alone that he went through hell and back just to provide me with this premium crap, but to have then all bottled in gold?! Do you realize how annoying that is?! And he did without whining! Without even asking!"

"Well..." The Ian gleams in a stronger smirk "When you say it like that..."

"Exactly! I wanna pass that softy lovey-dovey stuff around and for that to happen, I need a date on a calendar! Because, King, help me, there isn't enough of THAT guy around! Gotta make him know he isn't just some battery for us to hook on whenever we feel like it".

"To be fair, it isn't really how we treat him, to begin with..." Gildia was already looking around, decisively narrowing the search for a date.

"I know. Just speaking metaphorically". Books and papers fly all over the place, discarded with no regard for their places.

"Ohh, Silvara, his license!" The gilded beast woman's claw happens upon a piece of plastic featuring the portrait of a man in a neutral expression. Her eyes line up with the score of brown hair kept to a short length. They match with the equally marroon irises populating his eyes.

"Let me see!" Silvara scoots over to her companion, looking down at the piece. Numbers stretching one after the other. One interesting to the duo "March fifteen?" Her silver gaze twitches, bitten by the bitter revelation of the month lost to distance "Shit! We passed it all the way to April ten!"

Gildia's demeanor also subsides to a somber tone "I knew I felt somewhat awry that month. Like something important was to be held".

"And we missed it! Great, just great!" Silvara moves from her companion, broadcasting her unfolded arms in outrage "The hell are we supposed to do now?!"

"Well, you did send him to the Trembling edge, did you not?" A finger raises to meet Gildia's own cheek.

"Yea! Told him I wanted the most pristine of leaves they have here! Why--Ohh!" Looking back, Silvara's oculars sketch the foaming expression of pure devotion concealing Gildia's face. Linked as they are, her thoughts snap without reserve "A today birthday, you say?"

"Hehe, you know me so well. But yes, something to catch up until he comes back". Her hands clap at the middle, brimming with the yearn to see it fulfilled.

"Gildia, you beautiful lass of a woman!" The strength-addled wyvern takes to her mate's waist, swinging her alongside in a display of resolve, ushering her giggles in "I am in this little endeavor! We just need to gather a few things here and here and..."

Minutes pass, seeing the two swoop from the specially built top to accommodate for flying beasts, a basket on their talons.

"Ya got your list well endowed now?" The silver beast glimmering under the sun's life-giving rays turns to the other, golden trimmed reptile. Both of them had shed their womanly forms for a velocity-enhanced shape, terrifying creatures of olds. And her voice, spoken by a sort of telepathy, reflects this state.

"Yes, everything is here. My purse, full of coins as well". Her equally freakish counterpart speaks, attempting to the grace of her feminine form guttered by the primal shape.

"Cool. See you at noon then".

"Yes, of course".

The move separately, each going their own path. One stretches to the populated den of civilization, densely watched over by sentries. Obviously, the silver shine of her primal shade recedes, prone to lash worries at those in the duty of interception.

She lands to the mass of people going about their own chores and purchases. Beasts, men and women of various kinds, armored and not. Armed and not. Looking for items ranging from the most rudimentary of tools to a fully cooked pastry. Exactly what SIlvara is here for.

Running to the culinary stores, she takes on everything on her list: whipped cream on the thick in flavor, flour bags heavy in quality, sugar boxes glimmering within, icing of black and white. Everything needed for a cake of the most premium of quality. A happy merchant rubbing his hands as she barged in, her hand tossing the door aside "Hey! I'm looking for cake ingredients. None of that cheap stake crap, mind you! The best you have here!"

Not only that but variants of recipients for more pastries. Anything to hold cupcakes. Anything involving ornate plates. Ornate cups. Ornate stencils. Nothing less than the best to present her and Gildia's deep gratitude toward the man between them.

Running with hands full of precious commodities, she barges straight to another store, this time, kicking it open through her talon "Sorry for the door, but my hands and full, and drinks! I need drinks! Soft drinks!"

And such is her busy morning, spent running from store to store, filling her bags to the absolute limits. A harrowing bearing for many. A mere annoyance for Silvara forced to wobble through to avoid bumping into anyone through the dense streets.

Her passage is slow and tedious, soon granting her free-reign to move to the sky, bearing the bags on her arms. Even then, she moves with unnatural grace, slipping the knots of the bags down her talons, readying to--

"Hey, beautiful!" Her motion is halted, called out by a masculine voice standing behind her from a distance. A decreasing distance noted by flak footsteps "Can't help but notice this frivolous amount you seem to be carrying?"

She spends a glance toward the interjector. A man decorated in a typical armor melded to his body's measures. His shoulder guards, his chest plate, thighs, and legs, all molded to exuberate the bronze body underneath and around his delicately secured head.

A lock of blonde hair falls behind it, dangling in the idle wind, pleading to be noticed. His sword and shield, a meticulous condition, resplendent around him. His pose is that of a graceful knight, waiting for a dame to fall in his arms. Or, present aid.

A presentation to woe women. All of it...disgusts Silvara. A pristine armor, untested to the true mettle of the forests. A sword likely used to carve creatures no more aggressive than Edaph. A body and mindset of benign conflicts, ill-suited to places like this. Her nose trembles with contempt. Someone dressed in such manner was here to rescue and woe, and nothing more.

She scoffs, turning away "No thanks. I can handle myself--

"Hey now". His step is close to her, close to touching distance "You don't sound all that ok, pretty, with all those big and heavy bags waiting to bear down your ankles. I'm sure I could..." His hand begins to slide close, reaching, yearning "Slide-in real nice and...give a hand--

She understood his words. He wasn't the first to speak like this. And likely not the last. He was stepping through the monster boundaries, thinking her to be 'preserved' territory. Love to be groped, love to be spoken as a delicacy.

And her disposition as a silver Alos, a rarity stoking the flames of men as much as her Ian mate would. Enthralling the current one to slide his hand on her waist. Or, he would...

"It'll be a cold day in hell by then, degenerate!" With blinding flashes, her foot had punctured his chest plate just as his hand had begun to drink deep on her flesh, a preview to the sort of pleasure someone like her could provide, blind to her receded scales of silver in hostility.

This kick sends the man flying in hurling pain through the market, his course of rejection ended on a distant tree, stars in his head. Silvara's silver glare catches wind of the dust trailing his path, seeing him far from consciousness. A trail also catching the eye of other shoppers, looking back to her departing self "Hmpf! Damn Casanovas!" --- She returns to her domain, catching her dear midway "Hey! Gildia!" They run to each other, an embracing kiss of gold and silver merging their lips, uncaring of the combined weight of things trying, yet failing to see them drop.

"My sweet Silvara, it is good to hold you close again" Gildia whisper, looking down to her talon "And I see your passage to the market bore fruits".

"That it did".

"Good, so did my little journey. Come, let us be on our merry way" Spending no more time hanging in the sky, Gildia take her companion's clawed fold and dives down to the upper entrance where they spend the majority preparing a kingdom to sweetness. Sugar, after all, is a builder's sustenance in his workshop. Especially for one such as Jacob. Speaking of which...

"Man, I'm slumped" Jacob's returned flight is an unfocused one. Surprisingly, traveling vast pieces of land to the edge of an isolated antiquary for a pair of mundane leaves is a sure way of tiring oneself down.

Such is his state as he crosses the door, bag in hand. Bag off-hand, tossed to the side as claws cup his hands inside.

"Happy late birthday!" Two euphonic voice bear in his ears as two equally golden and silver bodies take him in, sitting him to a venerable table of a hundred and one pastries. The largest and most enticing of them all, a cake rising to two stages. They are in composites of chocolate flesh and vanilla icing. Vanilla flesh and chocolate icing. Waiting to be eaten.

"Woah...this is..." Jacob sits in front of an entire feast left to him. Flanked by two Rath stained in colors and cream, an afternoon filled in continuous baking.

Silvara grins, smacking the back of Jacob's back "Come on, big guy! Eat up, it's all you!"

"Wait, wait, wait. All of this, for me?" Their highly tuned ears feel the pitch of euphoria seeping from his tone, gravely devoid of anything in his stomach. To hear that a sublime presentation was to be his...

"Of course! We worked non-stop for this birthday of yours. I know how much you want to dive in right now--

"Birthday? Ohh..." Jacob's hear turns left to right, stretching his neck to witness their confounded faces "...this isn't my birthday. Sorry, I think you may have been mistaken".

"Of course it isn't! You skipped out on us about the date!" Silvara takes a folded wing arm to the back of his chair "Like seriously! You put us to splendid gifts when our birthdays come around, but decide to skip out on your very important time of the year! It sucks being a month late! Makes us feel like ingrates!"

"That wasn't the idea behind it, really--"

"I am in agreement with Silvara." Gildia cuts right in, not at all a fan of hearing their beloved play the third wheel on this particular scenario "You share just as much right to be frivolously pampered as we are. Nothing like retaliating with the same detail of care to show our devotion, after all".

"Yea! Which is why I scoured your stuff for a date. Ohh, by the way, you may..." the Alos just now realizes neither of them went to put his stuff back to place. Her thought spans to the messy room, mixing papers and notes. An embarrassed shade of red begins to appear on her cheeks "...you may want to watch where you st--

"And I've had technobabble sent to you from a good friend of before. Things he calls 'sockets', if I remember..." One of her claws comes poking her cheek in a ponder "I'm honestly not sure, but, they do have those resplendent minerals you like to slide in machinery around here". She turns to her silver counterpart, a subtle wink one can shine in assurance. She had already tended tot he room's mess while placing her gifts.

"Wow, really? Making them is such a pain and...wow. Ladies, I...I don't know what to say..." Jacob crooks his head in disbelief at the leaps they went simply to celebrate a birthday long pass. The palm of his hand feels the still-warm plate of a carefully baked muffin.

"Well, how about saying 'thank you' by gulping down this table filled to the brim? I know you've been sent high in the morning with no real chance at lunch of any sort".

"Yep! You're gonna need that extra strength for our other half of gifts we've intended on giving out~ Silvara passes around the occupied chair, an uncharacteristically sultry walk coupled with Gildia's own seductive pace moving from the kitchen, her own beckoning smile parting.

"Half of the gifts? Hmm...I guess she means those gems underground. Anyway!" Wasting no time, Jacob starts huffing down muffins like bite-size bread. In spite of his gadgets playing a strong part in his flight, the man had to expend a large sum of his own stamina moving subtly and radically, as well as the wind resistance and force applied against the elements' velocity. Which is to explain the rate of which the table became empty, leaving but the two-story cake to be enjoyed in oncoming days.

"Oof...that hits the spot..." Jacob falls flat on the back of his chair, greatly content of feeling himself satiated and yearning to res and feeling...hot. Very hot in fact "What the...?"

He wasn't expecting this increase in heat. A heat rising from the boundless tide of stamina ingested instantly. Jacob hadn't known, but, in the midst of his wives' preparation for the countless pastry galore, they snuck in a few ingredients that would for sure hit the spot in his overall mana, but an overwhelming amount to his more 'intimate' parts. Ingredients Gildia had bought from a group that once went on a raiding party to steal from the Sabbath stationed in the kingdom, deluded into thinking people would enjoy having their beloved re-shaped as toddlers.

This 'ingredient', used in a dish they prefer their 'partners' to eat, meant that Jacob couldn't simply tire himself to exercise this nascent desire out. Oh no, this ingredient is specially manufactured as to make that outcome impossible.

"Oh dear, what did they put in the muffins?" Jacob runs in the direction of his lab, filled wit serums and cures. Raw ingredients to make more. Fortunately for him, a much more natural solution offered itself in the shape of Gildia's warm bosom on which his face collides in "Wha--

~Ohh, I see you already feel the side effects of the little oopsie I had in the kitchen~. She purrs softly, her folded wings joined behind his back as to embrace him. In the place of her casual attire, she was dressed in a sultry dress. One specially tailored to tease men in their 'just enough' coverage'. They shelter her buxom shape, but only just. They cover her thighs, but only just.

"Oopsie?!" Jacob can scarcely think, consumed by the excess 'prowess' accumulating to his 'lower' segment.

~Why yes, she did, handsome~ His back, briefly breathing from her arms moving, feel the perfect blend of tone and flesh laying on it, embraced by Silvara's seductive tone ~Gildia had a...shall we say, a clumsy moment in the kitchen. And we thought it a shame to waste it since you would need the extra strength~

"But...but, hold on! This isn't energy, this is--" Jacob was in a panic, knowing the dress they bear, tempting him along what they had thrown in his dishes.

~Yes, you are pent-up. And we are dearly sorry about this. We must be punished~ The golden Ian's breath is full of beguiling mannerism, blended with her silver counterpart

~Yes, a shame it had to drop in vast quantities. Now, you need an outlet to vent it out. Throbbing uncontrollably~ Her lips approach his ear ~How lucky that you have two women begging to quench this tide, hmm?~

~Quite so, hmm? Quite unfortunate that you won't be able to hold yourself. We may end up falling unconscious from this bloating 'might' of yours. But, we graciously accept this as punishment for our...careless cooking~ They see their whisper bewitching the man amid their words placing the sole blame on their carelessness. The second half of their gifts open for him to see: two women, dressed so provokingly, waiting and yearning to be used to sate his often repressed desires. By guile. By teases. By subterfuges.

Now, they take one arm each, guiding him to their bedroom. Two women dancing in silks attuned to their color schemes. Each of them affiliated with a seductress' gaze, anticipation the unbound hunger in which their normally timid husband would 'consume' them.

Bound in his arms, underneath his weigh, screaming in delight as he indulges in their bodies ceaselessly, Silvara, the warrior, would be the first ravished to exhaustion. Her expression, beyond delighted in its repose, punctured by the satisfied craving of a woman. As is her body, dense in sweat. Her legs, unable to close completely, left for the world to observe the thickness flowing in-between.

All under Gildia's eyes. Her golden irises, trembling. Her legs, quivering, moist between them, knowing this was her fate as well. She...was shaking, breathing hard, impatient for her turn to come. Impatient for the hand to come to reach for her own.

Feeling her husband's hands slowly push her back to the bed, and trailing her scaled legs to spread them, she knew it had come. ~Happy anniversary~. Her golden lips whispers, her last words before joining her compatriot in rapturous outcries until exhaustion. Tired from the shouts, the moans, the unending usage of her feminity. She falls asleep, a look of serene bliss among her tears, her crimson cheeks, the singular trail of saliva flowing from her fair lips.

Sweaty himself, Jacob couldn't help but feel appreciation for their efforts. A sense of guilt for placing himself so beneath them. He places them in unison at the middle of the bed, their arms embracing one another in a due sleep under a sheet.

The night became a sleepless one, for even with this 'activity', Jacob still enjoys the effect of sweets amplified in his transhuman blood. Work was soon to start and he needed a shower. So he goes, leaving his beloved wives sleeping, a bliss on their faces as they would later wake up and await him by the end of the day...