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Outsider's Honor	By : HakaTsuru Category: +A through F > Dishonored Views: 3146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dishonored, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Consider this your "fair warning" Please note that starting in this chapter there will be sex and shadow-tentacles. If that ain't your bag, then please be stepping to the left. For everyone else...enjoy.
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“Show me then, how you would please your deity.”
The words rang through Corvo’s frame, crawling along his bones, slithering through muscles, caressing over skin, until all that he was – every inch of his being – was consumed in them, and ignited in a fiery blaze.
It swept over him, causing him to drop to one knee, swaying slightly in the aftermath. His hands trembled minutely. He burned - felt the distinct rush of warmth beneath his skin as heat prickled through his body - the blush a sprawling tribute of the Outsider’s allure stained upon mortal flesh.
The words were both order and tacit permission to do as he wished. It was a heady edict; one he would glory in obeying. He looked up at the other, gaze desperate as if to beg for mercy from the vulnerability of such a command.
The Outsider looked amused, patient, and wholly entertained.
Corvo growled a soft noise that might have been a curse, but was lost amidst the flurry of fabric as he swiftly stripped off his clothes. Shirt and pants went flying with the force of their divestiture, and underthings followed soon after.
Some part of him felt like he should crawl to the Outsider’s feet, befitting his deific status, but crawling would have taken far too long, and he was much, much too hungry to allow any further delay. So instead, he rose to his feet, displaying long limbs, firm muscle, and olive skin striped with pale, faded scars.
A sort of desperate madness kept him upright when his insides demanded that he fall once more to his knees and bare his throat to the Outsider in worshipful fear and adulation. It was that same madness that urged him to cover the distance between them in three purposeful strides, to pull the Outsider up and into his arms, to devour his mouth in a hungry kiss.
The pale God made a shocked noise, before meeting Corvo’s hunger with equal fervor. Their bodies met, pressed together to slide and rock and thrust against hard heat and yielding flesh. Corvo groaned into the kiss, distantly marveling that the Outsider was warm – hot even – when the last time they’d touched, he’d felt like he’d been burned with intense cold.
He had little time for such concerns though, not with the Outsider thrusting a silk-covered erection against his own bare flesh, the sensation so sinfully good that any further thought was wholly obliterated.
Corvo drew out of the kiss with a gasp, chasing air, then swiftly returned to his worship. He rained kisses down on a pale, arched neck, and filled his hands with yielding flesh, fingertips scoring over ribs and muscle with an avarice that had to be felt to be understood.
The Outsider purred a pleased sound as Corvo fell to his knees, trailed lips down pectorals, licked along the lines of taut abs, and bit gently at the sharp protrusion of hip-bone. Fingers dug into Corvo’s hair, merely hanging on, rather than gripping or yanking demandingly as he would have expected.
Once Corvo’s fingers met the band of the silk pants, his nose nuzzled the smooth skin just above the lacings. He took one of the dangling silk cords between his teeth and pulled at it, the knot coming undone easily. Strong hands stroked the pants down the Outsider’s legs, and he moaned quietly as the jutting flesh that he had felt pressed against him was finally made visible.
Of course his cock was perfect – what deity wouldn’t have a perfect organ? – but his imagination had failed him in regards to the girth, the length, and the faint curve of shaft. Corvo panted a breath over the head, heard the Outsider make a soft sound in return, and watched avariciously as a bead of precome welled at the slit.
He couldn’t help but extend his tongue to lick at the pearl of liquid. One lick became two, and then he was sucking at the head, trying to draw out more of that musky bitterness. Fingers tightened slightly against his scalp, and the length pressed further into his mouth until the tip prodded at the back of his throat.
He gagged slightly, the Outsider withdrew just long enough for him to recover, then pressed in again, insistent.
Air came only in a thin trickle, but it was worth the discomfort, as each thrust into his throat made his insides quiver and his anus twitch. Fingers dug into the supple flesh of the Outsider’s thighs, as Corvo strove to please, clinging to sanity by a hair’s breadth.
Corvo moaned around stiff flesh, balls aching with pent-up tension, his own length sticky and shiny with precome. Part of him could have stayed there on his knees, pleasuring his God for eternity, but a twinge in his groin reminded him of other needs. Of promises left unfulfilled.
With a last few hungry gulps and swallows around the thrusting length, he dis-impaled himself from the Outsider’s member, garnering a low growl from the deity as he panted and stared up in abject worship, glassy-eyed with pleasure. His jaw ached, his balls pulsed in time with his heartbeat and somewhere in there, he let out a whimper.
Hands caressed through his hair and stroked over his cheek, a thumb flitting across his lower lip. “I do hope there’s more?” the Outsider purred, and Corvo couldn’t decide if the words were an urging to continue, a taunt, or a plea, but he nodded regardless, raw throat rasping out a request that was dangerously close to being a demand.
“Sit. Please.”
The Outsider stared at him for a split second, and he could have sworn that the deity’s eyes gleamed with interest, though they were just as dark and fathomless as always. With a smirk and a graceful motion, he sat back down into his throne of bone and shadow, the darkness around him writhing happily as he eased into plush blood-colored cushions.
The deity had barely settled, before Corvo was in his lap in a flash, knees splayed wide to either side of slim, pale hips. Erections collided, mouths met in a heated clash, and hands grasped and stroked with impunity.
Around them, darkness writhed and coiled wildly. The Outsider groaned into Corvo’s mouth, Corvo rolled his hips against the other in reply, gaining sweet friction for the both of them.
He knew that he needed to prepare himself for what he wanted next, but the Outsider’s lips were intoxicating; the feel of his skin like a drug. He would be hard pressed to separate his roving hands from pale perfect flesh, even if only to stretch himself enough to allow the God entrance.
Corvo felt the Outsider’s hands grip at his buttocks, squeezing and kneading firm muscle. He husked out a soft growl, rolling into the touch, feeling the faint sting of nails digging into flesh and savoring the sensation. His cheeks were pulled apart, and he gasped and shuddered as a breath of air touched his most intimate of places.
Something cool and slick pressed against his entrance. Startled, he broke the kiss with a gasp, jolting forward in shock. It felt like a very narrow tongue, licking and prodding at his hole, testing the resistance with a singularly disturbing press and wriggle.
“Wh-wha…? Guh!” he made small sounds of disbelief, his anus twitching with each…each lick that slid cool and oily over sensitive skin. The Outsider bit down on his neck, chuckling darkly, and Corvo moaned louder, trying to look over his shoulder to see what the hell the deity was doing to him. He caught a glimpse of inky blackness swirling behind him, and groaned quietly.
“You are a demon…” he murmured breathlessly, leaning in to bite at the Outsider’s ear. Another chuckle rolled from the God, like thunder, as the thing pushed against his barrier, penetrating and sliding easily into Corvo’s body after the initial resistance.
“Ah…!”
“Am I?” the Outsider asked in a low voice, laughter seeming to ripple from the shadows around them.
Corvo’s spine arched, and his head rocked back as he was invaded. Slick, smooth, and with a slowly expanding girth, it thrust into him, over and over. The supple tip thrashed around his insides, pressing and flicking and nudging the spot inside him that made him see stars with each thrust.
Corvo jerked and writhed with the motions of his dark invader, eyes closed as he panted and moaned. This was so wrong…but God, it felt so good! With a mental wrench, he finally managed to force his gaze back onto the dark-eyed deity, growled at the sight of a sadistic smile on perfect lips, and clamped down on the thing that still fucked into him like he was some sort of masturbatory toy. It was quite thick by now – about the circumference of a lady’s wrist if his judgment was correct – but he didn’t want this. He wanted the Outsider.
He wanted the pale, perfect cock that glistened against his own, the head flushed purple and leaking precome like mad – not the writhing mass of shadow and slick that was currently penetrating him - much as he hated to admit he had begun to really enjoy the sensation.
“Nnh! I…ah…I thought I was…to pleasure....haaaah!...t-to pleasure you, my lord?” Corvo panted between thrusts, clinging to the deity with a ferocity that was bound to leave finger-tip bruises on pretty, white skin.
The Outsider purred a pleased sound, leaning back enough to watch Corvo writhe and jerk like a puppet on strings. “But I find you so…interesting…like this. Your body does all sorts of unusual things. For example: If I do this…” just then, the thing inside Corvo began to flick and rub wildly at his prostate.
“…you grab onto me tightly, and clench your teeth. Your heartbeat stutters, almost stops, and then begins anew its uneven and heightened tempo. The tendon on your neck strains out so far I think I could bite down on it…”
Damn his eyes, he was right! It was nearly disturbing, even though the Outsider’s voice was thick with admiring fascination. Corvo groaned, suddenly very self-conscious of his automatic reactions.
The Outsider cocked his head slightly, black eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. “And when I do this…” Corvo growled as he felt the shadow-tentacle increase in girth a bit more. “…you make that sound deep in your chest, like a wolf. Your member leaks fluid at an increased rate, and once your body begins to adjust, you whine…”
As if on command, Corvo felt his body slowly accept the increase in size, and a helpless whimper floated from between barely parted lips.
“You’re…mmmh…you’re mocking me!” Corvo accused with a half-hearted glare. He leaned in and trapped the Outsider’s lower lip between his teeth, biting warningly. The deity smiled, taking the accusation and bite in good humor.
“I’m not” he murmured against Corvo’s lips once tender flesh was released from the bite, pulling the man flush against his chest. The thing inside Corvo slowed, thrusting and twisting in him slow and shallow. The change in force and tempo caused Corvo to shudder, lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl.
“I’m merely observing your delightful reactions. Is that so bad?”
As innocently as the question was asked, Corvo knew it was anything but. Honestly, he wouldn’t have minded this game if he didn’t have such a desperately painful need to orgasm right now. He buried his face in the Outsider’s neck as he panted softly, holding himself back from the edge.
“N-no. Not so bad at all, honestly. I…am nearing my limit though” he confessed, clinging to the Outsider. “I would…much rather meet my climax with you, my lord.”
“Oh.”
The word escaped from the Outsider’s lips like a prayer, soft and reverent, tinged with the faintest bit of surprise. The thing inside Corvo stilled, slithered out of his body like an eel, then dissipated. Corvo grunted at the sensation of emptiness, shivering slightly.
He groaned quietly as they shifted, cock and balls aching, head buzzing with pleasure, and ass twitching at the sudden emptiness. He felt the deity’s organ slide along his crack as they re-situated, and reached behind himself, palming the length in faint wonder before shifting it to press the head against his entrance.
The Outsider rumbled a sound of pleasure, mouthing at Corvo’s neck, then pulled him inexorably down, impaling him in one steady motion. Whatever strange slick the…the tentacle thing…had spread all throughout Corvo’s insides, in combination with the precome that made a wet shine on the Outsider’s organ, caused Corvo’s impalement to be smooth and gut-clenchingly good.
Then, for a few moments, came only the soft sounds of male sighs and the sweaty slap of skin against skin, as Corvo began a pace over the deity which he hoped would get them both off, and soon. Hands found purchase on the Outsider’s milky-white shoulders. Fingers dug into firm flesh and rounded muscle, half-groping and half stroking wildly.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the Outsider’s cheeks were slightly darker as Corvo moved on him, his black eyes lidded with pleasure. The deity wrapped arms around Corvo’s waist, sucking up a bruise on the Lord Protector’s collarbone, and set nails against skin near the top of Corvo’s spine.
Even guessing at what the Outsider was going to do didn’t fully prepare Corvo for the erotic sting and burn of nails raking down his back. Over-sensitized nerves, sweet pain, glorious friction, and the sheer newness of having the dark eyed deity thrusting into him made Corvo bellow as he came.
It was a sound reminiscent of a wounded animal – raw, primal, and visceral – and Corvo barely recognized that the sound was coming from his throat. He was lost, blinded for a brief, shocking moment, when the whole world narrowed to the pulsing of his balls as he drew taut and came, the orgasm astonishing in terms of sheer force and longevity. He thought he heard another howl too – this one resonant, inhuman, and utterly terrifying - but he couldn’t say if he had actually heard it, or if it was something his overwrought mind had created of its own volition.
After a time he would have been hard-pressed to put any number to, his world widened – first to the sticky ropes of seed that were smeared between him and the Outsider’s belly, then to the man himself, and finally, faint tendrils of awareness informed him that yes, they were still on the throne, and no, he hadn’t died, because he’d already done that once, and he was pretty sure that it couldn’t happen more than once.
Though if he’d really just had sex with the Outsider, he supposed anything was possible.
It took several blinks before he could focus his gaze on the Outsider, and when he did, he stared, panting and suddenly so, very self-conscious.
The deity looked amazed, and somewhat disheveled – which was new – and strangely satisfied. “Now that was something I’ve not seen before” he said faintly, moving to slide out of Corvo’s body. Corvo protested with a wordless cry, then gasped when his breath was stolen like he’d just Blinked, as the Outsider teleported them to a low, circular bed.
It was in the same room they’d been in, but Corvo couldn’t remember having seen the bed – though covered in blue and black and violet silks as it was - it simply could have been there all along. Or the Outsider had conjured it when he tired of his throne. Plush blankets and pillows littered the surface, and for one distinctly uncomfortable moment, Corvo wondered if it was too similar to the beds used by the ladies of the Golden Cat.
He realized something then, panic rolling through him. “You didn’t…?” Corvo asked, brow starting to furrow in worry. Had the Outsider come? He couldn’t remember…and oh that was shameful, especially after all his talk of pleasuring the other.
A typical, amused expression crossed the Outsider’s face, alleviating Corvo’s worries. “Oh, I certainly did” he gestured to his spent organ with a smirk “You were just too busy enjoying yourself to notice.” His eyes narrowed then, and Corvo shivered, feeling thoroughly examined inside and out.
“At the moment of your climax, energy exploded from your body. It was as bright as the death of a star. Truly stunning. I wonder…is it always like that?”
Corvo wasn’t quite sure what that meant, so he shrugged as he settled into the plush, pillow-bedecked bed. A chuckle drifted from the deity, and Corvo smiled faintly. He was falling, and fast. He didn’t mean to be rude, but he supposed if the Outsider was annoyed with him for falling asleep, then it was his own fault for pulling a human into the Void and fucking him stupid.
He felt fingers in his hair as he drifted off, and barely heard a murmured “…well, we’ve plenty of time to find out” before he was gone into a dreamless oblivion.
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Corvo woke alone, and half buried under pillows. He groaned softly at the waking, and luxuriated once more in coming to awareness when he’d had exactly as much sleep as he needed. He was loose and relaxed, and…wait a moment.
He wasn’t sore at all. He’d…had the craziest, most intense sex of his life, and he didn’t ache anywhere. How was that even possible? Wriggling out from his nest of pillows and blankets, he looked around blearily, and found himself alone.
Damn. He couldn’t even ask the Outsider if he’d done something, or if this was just a function of the Void, or one of being dead.
Crawling out of the – frankly obscene – pile of pillows and sheets, he got to his feet with a languorous stretch. It took him a moment to notice his clothes were folded and piled neatly off to one side of the bed. He dressed quickly and headed out to see what the Void held for him today.
Regardless, it was bound to be interesting.
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