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Trying For Two
He truly is a desperate man, not that that should come as any surprise to anyone who knows him. Desperation and Hermes were close, like two peas in a pod, and it was this very desperation that, in an odd way, gave him drive. An unhinged drive, sure, but a drive nonetheless. There were many choices and ideas and thoughts and schemes he had come up with during moments of frenzied desperation, strokes of brilliance that would lead to incredible creations or insights. It had, after all, been desperation that had, by some miraculous stroke of divine luck, allowed him to defy Nature and the order of the Star itself to create the conditions within Themis to birth new life. The two of them had made a child together, a true reflection of both their souls with a soul of its own. That was special. Extraordinary.
As far as Hermes was concerned Eunomia was a gift from the Star itself, a child to be treasured and doted upon. A child he was honoured to call his own. A child he never once thought he ever would have the opportunity to have and hold. Eunomia was perfect in every way, from the fluffy tufts of slate hair atop his little head right down to his tiny tan toes. There was nothing more precious and sacred in all of Hermes’ life, nothing could come close to the life of his child.
He was grateful and always would be. There was only one singular problem with having a child however…
Now that he had one? Well. He wanted more.
Why stop at one if there could be two? Or three? Or ten or twelve? Mayhaps he was getting carried away. No, he certainly was getting carried away…but the thought haunted him, itched in the back of his mind. Always there. Never relenting. Poking and prodding. The Meteia had been a whole flock. Sisters upon sisters Meteion had and each one was precious to him. He still missed them, missed her, his beloved creation that had kept him company for so many sleepless nights and tiring days. In a way, creating her had been practice for Eunomia; he would always be grateful for what she had taught him.
But despite his love for his past creation it still didn’t compare to the way Eunomia’s smile made his heart swell…and if one singular smile could make him feel such a way it only made sense to make more.
They never actually had removed the sigil on Themis’ body after the birth of Eunomia, keeping it in place so the Emissary could nurse and comfort the tiny, darling child. As he was weaned they kept putting it off, finding one excuse or another to delay the inevitable.
But did its removal have to be inevitable? Themis didn’t seem to mind the changes his body had undergone as much as Hermes had worried he might. His beloved truly did deserve credit for being so patient and for enduring such physical hardship. Without him there would be no Eunomia - it took two to make a child, after all.
And if Hermes was allowed to be selfish and honest with himself? Well he’d have to admit that he was completely and utterly enraptured by how Themis’ body had changed. His hips had widened, understandably, to make room for the egg that had inevitably grown within him, his rump rounding out along with his thighs that had thickened ever so slightly. The most noticeable change though was his chest, which had been flat as a wooden board before they had embarked on this journey together. Now the Emissary sported two small, very soft mounds of flesh - not quite breasts - but they functioned well enough the same as he’d successfully nursed Eunomia. His nipples were still as they always had been, but they now had an endearing, lasting puffiness to them that still drove him wild to touch. It was also by some grace of the Star that Themis still was producing milk for their child, even if Eunomia had recently been weaned. Maybe it was a bit manipulative on his part, that he himself suckled on Themis, in a bid to keep his body primed for production, but the Emissary didn’t seem to care. If he did, he’d never voiced as much.
Of course the parts of Themis that didn’t change he was very much in love with as well. His cock was charming, set upon such a soft, petite sculpted body, and Hermes could never resist taking him in his hand to toy with him when given the chance.
Like the chance he’s been given right now. Their beloved little creation was fast asleep in the other room, slumber enforced by a clever spell. Sound wards as well had been put up around their room, so they could hear out but no one could hear in. With everything set in place Hermes was determined not to waste a single moment of time left alone. Every second had to be used to its fullest extent, which is exactly what he intended to do.
“You’ll be viable again soon, will you not? If I am correct…it ought to be so in a matter of days?”
The question is moaned hotly against Themis’ ear as Hermes holds him up against himself, the boy’s legs straddling his hips as he presses him to a wall in their room. They’ve both discarded their robes and podeas, leaving them in nothing but their small clothes which had no hope of lasting on their bodies very much longer. They’d be magicked away soon enough, without fail.
Themis simply hums out a moan of an answer, canting his head to the side to allow Hermes more access to the sensitive flesh of his throat.
“It ought to be, yes…why do you ask?”
The Emissary is playing coy. Not exactly hard to get, considering the fact he’s willingly allowing himself to be pinned against a wall, but the question has Hermes’ cock throbbing either way.
“Eunomia should have a sibling, don’t you agree?” He can hear Themis’ breath hitch in his throat but no answer comes so he continues, pressing kisses down the outline of his jaw, following the curve of his slender neck. “I want to have another child with you.” Just voicing his desire has him groaning into the dip of Themis’ throat and shoulder. How desperate of him indeed.
No answer comes from the Emissary and for a moment Hermes finds anxiety beginning to creep in and settle in his gut. Before it can take root though small hands cup his cheeks, pulling his head up to meet Themis’ eyes. He swallows hotly, transfixed.
“You could at least look me in the eyes when asking something like that of me, no?”
Themis is smiling and laughing at him, the sound echoing off the walls of their bedroom, causing his ears to turn red despite his tan skin. Immediately he feels like a fool, his confidence slowly draining away. Themis is right and yet he’d been so caught up in the moment, in the idea, that he’d forgotten to be courteous. He wants to dip his head again and hide it in Themis’ neck, but he isn’t allowed to do so, as the other man has his face in his grasp. The sudden kiss melts away whatever worries or embarrassment that had come home to roost and Hermes eagerly returns the contact. The look in Themis’ eyes is enough of a reassurance that he hadn’t misstepped.
“What is it they say…great minds think alike? I believe that is the phrase…” Now he’s the one to have kisses planted on him. First his cheeks, then his forehead, the bridge of his nose, corners of his lips… “It has been something I’ve been wanting for some time now but I was uncertain as to how to address it.” Leave it to Themis to want to do things the right way that made sense. Leave it to Hermes to blurt out his desires in the throws of passion.
“Let’s try for one…although it may be difficult. We were lucky with Eunomia, thank the Star.” Hermes can’t help but close his eyes with a sigh as Themis’ thumbs smooth over his cheeks. Themis was right - it hadn’t been easy. Not only had the pregnancy been fraught with uncertainty but they were blind when it came to what the outcome actually would be. It had been difficult for the both of them, in different ways, but in the end it had been decidedly worth it.
So why not do it all over again?
Unable to keep the grin off his face, Hermes steals his lips for a kiss, passion swelling in his chest as he finds his arousal easily once more. The mood hadn’t been killed - just put on pause. Now it was time to get back into the swing of things, which wasn’t very hard to do. Kisses and touches resumed as undergarments were quickly discarded and the two found themselves rolling about their bed. The Overseer kissed him hungrily, palms pushing down on slender shoulders in a bid to keep Themis in place, eyes roaming the sight beneath him.
He starts at Themis’ neck, lips and teeth making quick work of his throat, marking it with hickeys that would bloom into beautiful bruises. Lips are also kissed till they’re swollen, leaving them plump and wet, so much so Hermes can't resist tugging on the bottom one with his teeth just because he can. Already Themis is mewling beneath him, squirming and panting, breath hot. His need is apparent in the way his cock lays hard against his belly, begging to be touched and toyed with. Hermes would do so, of course, in due time.
For now though it’s ignored, passed up for a pair of soft nipples that he can’t help but toy with, pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers, rolling his hips teasingly down against Themis’, hungry for the friction provided. A set of fingers is easily replaced by his mouth as he takes one of his nipples between his teeth, pulling gently before he begins to suckle, his other hand kneading and tugging at the sensitive flesh of its pair. Milk beads, as he expects it to, wetting not only the pads of his fingers but also his tongue. It’s sweet to taste and hard to draw himself away from…but he can’t get distracted. There’s something he wants to accomplish, after all.
Already Themis is a panting mess beneath him, backside slick and cock weeping with precum. Maybe it’s wrong of him, Hermes thinks, to be so delighted and proud for turning Themis into someone so perfectly primed for breeding…but that was the reality of it all, wasn’t it? Their Star’s darling Emissary, moaning and groaning out his name, nipples and cock leaking when he hadn’t even begun to prepare him yet…oh if anyone saw how Themis practically melted beneath him he’d have been censured a thousand times over and thrown into Pandaemonium for good measure. Thankfully such an explicit sight was for his eyes and his eyes alone. The Emissary may have a duty to the Star, but when they were alone and free from the constraints of society his duty was to him and Eunomia - no one else.
And Hermes’ duty was to them as well. Kissing down his heaving chest he reaches for the boy’s neglected cock, lovingly squeezing and stroking it to give him some sort of reprieve. He’s terribly sensitive, which is to be expected, and he’s careful not to push him over the edge when he isn’t even inside him yet. That, of course, is rectified soon enough, as he slides his fingers inside his slick entrance, spreading and filling him with digits right up to his knuckles. They’re soon replaced with his cock as he positions himself, pressing the head teasingly against him as Themis throws him a seering look. He knows what that glance means - he’s teased him far too much - and so he gives him what he’s begging him for, sliding inside his wet heat until he’s fully sheathed as Themis’ thighs quake around him. He’s quick to kiss his lips and teary face, to whisper sweet words of encouragement and adoration in his ears. There was little else on the Star, save for their child, that Hermes cherished more than the man in his arms. He would do anything for him, without question.
Despite having given birth to their child, Themis is still oh so tight around his cock, the friction he feels as he draws back his hips to rock into him utterly mind numbing. Over and over again he thrusts into him, Themis having locked his ankles around his back, the Emissary’s arms looped around his neck desperately. He’s crying out for him to let him finish, to have Hermes finish inside him, to fill him up and spark life inside him once more…they’re words that would drive him mad, if Hermes didn’t already think he was a bit unhinged to begin with. Those sweet utterances are returned with affirmations of his own. He would gladly fill Themis up, again and again, until he was pregnant once more with another child. That was the goal here, wasn’t it? Aside from personal pleasure he genuinely wanted to experience once more the joy he’d felt when Themis had been carrying Eunomia. Was that greedy? Perhaps…but it was clearly a desire they shared between the two of them.
A hand finds Themis’ middle, palm pressing down over the sigil that remains on his belly as his thrusts become more frantic. If they were really lucky this would be enough to do the trick…but doing this once surely wouldn’t be enough. They’d have to do this over and over again in the coming week to be certain he’d end up pregnant. The window of opportunity was short, after all, and something they had to take advantage of.
Not that that would be a problem. Not when Themis would, by virtue of his heat, become more and more willing to partake in matters of the flesh over the coming days. The true problem, realistically, would be their little bundle of joy in the other room. It wasn’t as if Hermes could lock Themis up in a room for nights on end and have his way with him, over and over again. That wasn’t going to happen, even if the darker part of his mind wished it could. Instead he’d have to make sure nothing of what he gave his beloved would go to waste. To put it crudely every drop counted, quite literally. They were fighting against Nature herself, after all. He begins to rut against Themis more harshly now, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together crude and all the more encouraging as he grinds down against him particularly deep, as if to bury his cock as far as possible up inside him.It causes Themis to cry out, voice hoarse as he begs for some sort of release, for Hermes to finish inside him like he always did. Nails scratch and dig into his neck but Hermes could care less. If anything the small jolts of pain only serve to turn him on even further (as if that were even possible at this point). Eventually though he has to give in, his body unable to hold back any longer as his orgasm hits him hard and fast, seed spilling out into Themis’ wet heat, filling him up. He cries beneath Hermes, thighs twitching as his ankles dig into the Overseer’s spine. The Emissary’s release follows quickly after, splashing up against both their middles, over Hermes’ fingers that still press against the sigil on his belly. The more he cums the deeper he pushes himself inside, the fit of his cock against Themis’ entrance tight. He doesn’t want any of what he’s just given him to leak out.
Kisses are peppered over Themis’ face as he trembles beneath him, fucked to the point it’s clear from taking one look at him that his mind is empty. Ever so carefully Hermes lets the hand he’d rested on the sigil slide away, the faint glow of magicks illuminating his palm. It only takes a moment for the item in question to form and with a bit of careful manoeuvring he positions it right by Themis’ backside. He steals a kiss from the man as he finally unsheaths his cock, only to quickly replace it with the plug he’d made in a bid to ensure no cum would escape. It slots neatly within Themis, his hole gripping tight to the intrusion. Nothing would be leaving his body now. Not without Hermes’ permission.
The Emissary, for the moment, doesn’t seem to care. If anything he reaches for Hermes in a needy display, one he’s all too eager to indulge. A bit of magicks is all it takes to clean up the mess they’d both ended up in, both bed and bodies alike now spotless. Themis is all too easy to gather up into his arms as he pulls him close to his chest, laying them both down on their sides. He smooths his hair with complete reverence, a careful kiss or two placed to his forehead as Hermes feels the high of his orgasm begin to wane, leaving him pliant and sleepy. Themis is muttering his name, squirming against the intrusion Hermes had left him with, but he’s softly kissed into compliance.
“Bear with it, please. It’ll increase our chances of it taking…we’ll do it again tomorrow.”
And the day after and the day after that. He’d fuck his beloved raw over and over again and seal his seed inside him if he could get away with it. The only kink in his plan was, well, the child they already had. It wasn’t as if they could afford to be neglectful parents, nor would either of them wish to be. Themis makes a soft hum against him, snuggling closer in a bid to steal the warmth from his body.
“I’m sure I can find someone to watch Eunomia for us, if need be. I won’t let you suffer in the upcoming days your heat alone.”
Not when it was so vital for them to bring another life into the world. It doesn’t seem as if Themis is listening though as he’s already dozed off and is fast asleep. He’d need every bit of it that he could get. With a wave of his hand the candles lit about the room extinguish and Hermes follows the Emissary into a welcoming slumber.
As far as Hermes was concerned Eunomia was a gift from the Star itself, a child to be treasured and doted upon. A child he was honoured to call his own. A child he never once thought he ever would have the opportunity to have and hold. Eunomia was perfect in every way, from the fluffy tufts of slate hair atop his little head right down to his tiny tan toes. There was nothing more precious and sacred in all of Hermes’ life, nothing could come close to the life of his child.
He was grateful and always would be. There was only one singular problem with having a child however…
Now that he had one? Well. He wanted more.
Why stop at one if there could be two? Or three? Or ten or twelve? Mayhaps he was getting carried away. No, he certainly was getting carried away…but the thought haunted him, itched in the back of his mind. Always there. Never relenting. Poking and prodding. The Meteia had been a whole flock. Sisters upon sisters Meteion had and each one was precious to him. He still missed them, missed her, his beloved creation that had kept him company for so many sleepless nights and tiring days. In a way, creating her had been practice for Eunomia; he would always be grateful for what she had taught him.
But despite his love for his past creation it still didn’t compare to the way Eunomia’s smile made his heart swell…and if one singular smile could make him feel such a way it only made sense to make more.
They never actually had removed the sigil on Themis’ body after the birth of Eunomia, keeping it in place so the Emissary could nurse and comfort the tiny, darling child. As he was weaned they kept putting it off, finding one excuse or another to delay the inevitable.
But did its removal have to be inevitable? Themis didn’t seem to mind the changes his body had undergone as much as Hermes had worried he might. His beloved truly did deserve credit for being so patient and for enduring such physical hardship. Without him there would be no Eunomia - it took two to make a child, after all.
And if Hermes was allowed to be selfish and honest with himself? Well he’d have to admit that he was completely and utterly enraptured by how Themis’ body had changed. His hips had widened, understandably, to make room for the egg that had inevitably grown within him, his rump rounding out along with his thighs that had thickened ever so slightly. The most noticeable change though was his chest, which had been flat as a wooden board before they had embarked on this journey together. Now the Emissary sported two small, very soft mounds of flesh - not quite breasts - but they functioned well enough the same as he’d successfully nursed Eunomia. His nipples were still as they always had been, but they now had an endearing, lasting puffiness to them that still drove him wild to touch. It was also by some grace of the Star that Themis still was producing milk for their child, even if Eunomia had recently been weaned. Maybe it was a bit manipulative on his part, that he himself suckled on Themis, in a bid to keep his body primed for production, but the Emissary didn’t seem to care. If he did, he’d never voiced as much.
Of course the parts of Themis that didn’t change he was very much in love with as well. His cock was charming, set upon such a soft, petite sculpted body, and Hermes could never resist taking him in his hand to toy with him when given the chance.
Like the chance he’s been given right now. Their beloved little creation was fast asleep in the other room, slumber enforced by a clever spell. Sound wards as well had been put up around their room, so they could hear out but no one could hear in. With everything set in place Hermes was determined not to waste a single moment of time left alone. Every second had to be used to its fullest extent, which is exactly what he intended to do.
“You’ll be viable again soon, will you not? If I am correct…it ought to be so in a matter of days?”
The question is moaned hotly against Themis’ ear as Hermes holds him up against himself, the boy’s legs straddling his hips as he presses him to a wall in their room. They’ve both discarded their robes and podeas, leaving them in nothing but their small clothes which had no hope of lasting on their bodies very much longer. They’d be magicked away soon enough, without fail.
Themis simply hums out a moan of an answer, canting his head to the side to allow Hermes more access to the sensitive flesh of his throat.
“It ought to be, yes…why do you ask?”
The Emissary is playing coy. Not exactly hard to get, considering the fact he’s willingly allowing himself to be pinned against a wall, but the question has Hermes’ cock throbbing either way.
“Eunomia should have a sibling, don’t you agree?” He can hear Themis’ breath hitch in his throat but no answer comes so he continues, pressing kisses down the outline of his jaw, following the curve of his slender neck. “I want to have another child with you.” Just voicing his desire has him groaning into the dip of Themis’ throat and shoulder. How desperate of him indeed.
No answer comes from the Emissary and for a moment Hermes finds anxiety beginning to creep in and settle in his gut. Before it can take root though small hands cup his cheeks, pulling his head up to meet Themis’ eyes. He swallows hotly, transfixed.
“You could at least look me in the eyes when asking something like that of me, no?”
Themis is smiling and laughing at him, the sound echoing off the walls of their bedroom, causing his ears to turn red despite his tan skin. Immediately he feels like a fool, his confidence slowly draining away. Themis is right and yet he’d been so caught up in the moment, in the idea, that he’d forgotten to be courteous. He wants to dip his head again and hide it in Themis’ neck, but he isn’t allowed to do so, as the other man has his face in his grasp. The sudden kiss melts away whatever worries or embarrassment that had come home to roost and Hermes eagerly returns the contact. The look in Themis’ eyes is enough of a reassurance that he hadn’t misstepped.
“What is it they say…great minds think alike? I believe that is the phrase…” Now he’s the one to have kisses planted on him. First his cheeks, then his forehead, the bridge of his nose, corners of his lips… “It has been something I’ve been wanting for some time now but I was uncertain as to how to address it.” Leave it to Themis to want to do things the right way that made sense. Leave it to Hermes to blurt out his desires in the throws of passion.
“Let’s try for one…although it may be difficult. We were lucky with Eunomia, thank the Star.” Hermes can’t help but close his eyes with a sigh as Themis’ thumbs smooth over his cheeks. Themis was right - it hadn’t been easy. Not only had the pregnancy been fraught with uncertainty but they were blind when it came to what the outcome actually would be. It had been difficult for the both of them, in different ways, but in the end it had been decidedly worth it.
So why not do it all over again?
Unable to keep the grin off his face, Hermes steals his lips for a kiss, passion swelling in his chest as he finds his arousal easily once more. The mood hadn’t been killed - just put on pause. Now it was time to get back into the swing of things, which wasn’t very hard to do. Kisses and touches resumed as undergarments were quickly discarded and the two found themselves rolling about their bed. The Overseer kissed him hungrily, palms pushing down on slender shoulders in a bid to keep Themis in place, eyes roaming the sight beneath him.
He starts at Themis’ neck, lips and teeth making quick work of his throat, marking it with hickeys that would bloom into beautiful bruises. Lips are also kissed till they’re swollen, leaving them plump and wet, so much so Hermes can't resist tugging on the bottom one with his teeth just because he can. Already Themis is mewling beneath him, squirming and panting, breath hot. His need is apparent in the way his cock lays hard against his belly, begging to be touched and toyed with. Hermes would do so, of course, in due time.
For now though it’s ignored, passed up for a pair of soft nipples that he can’t help but toy with, pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers, rolling his hips teasingly down against Themis’, hungry for the friction provided. A set of fingers is easily replaced by his mouth as he takes one of his nipples between his teeth, pulling gently before he begins to suckle, his other hand kneading and tugging at the sensitive flesh of its pair. Milk beads, as he expects it to, wetting not only the pads of his fingers but also his tongue. It’s sweet to taste and hard to draw himself away from…but he can’t get distracted. There’s something he wants to accomplish, after all.
Already Themis is a panting mess beneath him, backside slick and cock weeping with precum. Maybe it’s wrong of him, Hermes thinks, to be so delighted and proud for turning Themis into someone so perfectly primed for breeding…but that was the reality of it all, wasn’t it? Their Star’s darling Emissary, moaning and groaning out his name, nipples and cock leaking when he hadn’t even begun to prepare him yet…oh if anyone saw how Themis practically melted beneath him he’d have been censured a thousand times over and thrown into Pandaemonium for good measure. Thankfully such an explicit sight was for his eyes and his eyes alone. The Emissary may have a duty to the Star, but when they were alone and free from the constraints of society his duty was to him and Eunomia - no one else.
And Hermes’ duty was to them as well. Kissing down his heaving chest he reaches for the boy’s neglected cock, lovingly squeezing and stroking it to give him some sort of reprieve. He’s terribly sensitive, which is to be expected, and he’s careful not to push him over the edge when he isn’t even inside him yet. That, of course, is rectified soon enough, as he slides his fingers inside his slick entrance, spreading and filling him with digits right up to his knuckles. They’re soon replaced with his cock as he positions himself, pressing the head teasingly against him as Themis throws him a seering look. He knows what that glance means - he’s teased him far too much - and so he gives him what he’s begging him for, sliding inside his wet heat until he’s fully sheathed as Themis’ thighs quake around him. He’s quick to kiss his lips and teary face, to whisper sweet words of encouragement and adoration in his ears. There was little else on the Star, save for their child, that Hermes cherished more than the man in his arms. He would do anything for him, without question.
Despite having given birth to their child, Themis is still oh so tight around his cock, the friction he feels as he draws back his hips to rock into him utterly mind numbing. Over and over again he thrusts into him, Themis having locked his ankles around his back, the Emissary’s arms looped around his neck desperately. He’s crying out for him to let him finish, to have Hermes finish inside him, to fill him up and spark life inside him once more…they’re words that would drive him mad, if Hermes didn’t already think he was a bit unhinged to begin with. Those sweet utterances are returned with affirmations of his own. He would gladly fill Themis up, again and again, until he was pregnant once more with another child. That was the goal here, wasn’t it? Aside from personal pleasure he genuinely wanted to experience once more the joy he’d felt when Themis had been carrying Eunomia. Was that greedy? Perhaps…but it was clearly a desire they shared between the two of them.
A hand finds Themis’ middle, palm pressing down over the sigil that remains on his belly as his thrusts become more frantic. If they were really lucky this would be enough to do the trick…but doing this once surely wouldn’t be enough. They’d have to do this over and over again in the coming week to be certain he’d end up pregnant. The window of opportunity was short, after all, and something they had to take advantage of.
Not that that would be a problem. Not when Themis would, by virtue of his heat, become more and more willing to partake in matters of the flesh over the coming days. The true problem, realistically, would be their little bundle of joy in the other room. It wasn’t as if Hermes could lock Themis up in a room for nights on end and have his way with him, over and over again. That wasn’t going to happen, even if the darker part of his mind wished it could. Instead he’d have to make sure nothing of what he gave his beloved would go to waste. To put it crudely every drop counted, quite literally. They were fighting against Nature herself, after all. He begins to rut against Themis more harshly now, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together crude and all the more encouraging as he grinds down against him particularly deep, as if to bury his cock as far as possible up inside him.It causes Themis to cry out, voice hoarse as he begs for some sort of release, for Hermes to finish inside him like he always did. Nails scratch and dig into his neck but Hermes could care less. If anything the small jolts of pain only serve to turn him on even further (as if that were even possible at this point). Eventually though he has to give in, his body unable to hold back any longer as his orgasm hits him hard and fast, seed spilling out into Themis’ wet heat, filling him up. He cries beneath Hermes, thighs twitching as his ankles dig into the Overseer’s spine. The Emissary’s release follows quickly after, splashing up against both their middles, over Hermes’ fingers that still press against the sigil on his belly. The more he cums the deeper he pushes himself inside, the fit of his cock against Themis’ entrance tight. He doesn’t want any of what he’s just given him to leak out.
Kisses are peppered over Themis’ face as he trembles beneath him, fucked to the point it’s clear from taking one look at him that his mind is empty. Ever so carefully Hermes lets the hand he’d rested on the sigil slide away, the faint glow of magicks illuminating his palm. It only takes a moment for the item in question to form and with a bit of careful manoeuvring he positions it right by Themis’ backside. He steals a kiss from the man as he finally unsheaths his cock, only to quickly replace it with the plug he’d made in a bid to ensure no cum would escape. It slots neatly within Themis, his hole gripping tight to the intrusion. Nothing would be leaving his body now. Not without Hermes’ permission.
The Emissary, for the moment, doesn’t seem to care. If anything he reaches for Hermes in a needy display, one he’s all too eager to indulge. A bit of magicks is all it takes to clean up the mess they’d both ended up in, both bed and bodies alike now spotless. Themis is all too easy to gather up into his arms as he pulls him close to his chest, laying them both down on their sides. He smooths his hair with complete reverence, a careful kiss or two placed to his forehead as Hermes feels the high of his orgasm begin to wane, leaving him pliant and sleepy. Themis is muttering his name, squirming against the intrusion Hermes had left him with, but he’s softly kissed into compliance.
“Bear with it, please. It’ll increase our chances of it taking…we’ll do it again tomorrow.”
And the day after and the day after that. He’d fuck his beloved raw over and over again and seal his seed inside him if he could get away with it. The only kink in his plan was, well, the child they already had. It wasn’t as if they could afford to be neglectful parents, nor would either of them wish to be. Themis makes a soft hum against him, snuggling closer in a bid to steal the warmth from his body.
“I’m sure I can find someone to watch Eunomia for us, if need be. I won’t let you suffer in the upcoming days your heat alone.”
Not when it was so vital for them to bring another life into the world. It doesn’t seem as if Themis is listening though as he’s already dozed off and is fast asleep. He’d need every bit of it that he could get. With a wave of his hand the candles lit about the room extinguish and Hermes follows the Emissary into a welcoming slumber.