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Bedtime

1,304 words | Mirai and the serpent king (sequel to Welcome)

Content | Slavery, anxiety, touch starvation, nightmare (non-con touch, briefly mentioned non-con), implied future non-con

Notes | I am delighted to be introducing Shasha and Izara. And also an interesting tidbit about elven culture/probably biology.

Taglist | @yet-another-heathen @echo-goes-aaa @whumpinator

The day passed quietly, almost disturbingly calm. Mirai was half-expecting something awful to interrupt the peace, but nothing happened except lunch—they were, he learned, getting three meals a day, every day.

He sat quietly with the others, too shy to join their games or talk much, but slowly, slowly getting used to the fact he was in company now. Sure, there had been other slaves in the trader’s possession as well; but they always knew they might be, at any point, mere days from being ripped apart at the next market, and it was easier not to get too invested, even if the circumstances hadn’t been so wretched they allowed for little more than survival.

Now, for the first time in, oh, years, he might make friends.

If he had the nerve.

After dinner, a young guard appeared in the door, rather at ease, as if this was an ordinary occurence. They gave a brief order, in Hishissa.

The red-haired man rose, and, accompanied by a serpent woman—he assumed—covered in scales like fresh spring leaves, followed the guard out, with a passing »good night« for the others. Neither of them, Mirai noted, seemed terribly miserable to have been called upon; the human appeared as one going to work they didn’t loathe which fed their family, and the serpent, if Mirai wasn’t mistaken, outright pleased.

Surely, that was a good sign.

The rest of the evening passed in the same peaceful quiet. One after the other, or sometimes in pairs or threes, the slaves withdrew into the bedrooms, and Mirai started to get nervous, unsure of how he was supposed to act.

He didn’t want to sleep alone. He had been forced to often enough, but it wasn’t normal for an elf to do so, and he craved cuddling up with someone, anyone.

Maybe that was why he had slept so well last night, all curled up in the middle of the serpent king.

Finally, almost everyone had disappeared, with only the other elf—Izara—and the dark shimmering serpent Mirai had seen him with earlier left in the living room. Izara was reading out loud from a book, lounging comfortably in the snake’s coiled body, in a language that must be the local—it didn’t quite sound the way it did from the guards, but Mirai didn’t understand a word.

Suddenly, Izara closed the book and looked right at Mirai. »So. You won’t want to sleep alone, I guess?«

Mirai shook his head. He still didn’t want to speak to Izara. Not because of anything Izara had done, but because he would be the first to understand the true magnitude of his defect.

»You can sleep with us, if you want to. I’m Izara. This is Shasha.« He sounded very matter-of-factly about it, which was the best Mirai had dared hope for. They had hardly met, after all.

»I didn’t know that by getting entangled with one elf, I’d be dealing with every elf,« Shasha sniffed.

»Don’t listen to him,« Izara said immediately, rolling his eyes.

»Yes, don’t listen to me, I’m just playing. You can sleep with us, I know you people can’t sleep alone.«

»‘Can’t’ is a strong word.«

»And you’re but a weak elf, so I shall not use it again to spare your fragile mind.«

Mirai had watched the exchanged nervously, unsure how seriously to take it—and if it really was all play, worried to encroach upon a long-established friendship after a manner he could barely understand.

»Come on,« Izara said, ignoring Shasha’s last comment, hopped off his scaly seat, and led the way into one of the bedrooms.

Mirai hurried to follow, with Shasha close behind. He followed the example of the others in taking off his clothes. Izara showed him where he could put them in the wardrobe, and Mirai put his hair into one big braid to protect it overnight. By the time they were done, Shasha had curled up on the bed.

Izara climbed over them to rest in the nest Shasha’s body made. Mirai hesitated.

»Oh, it’s always alright to climb over a snake. They don’t mind. It’s a cultural thing. I guess they’d get into each other’s way far too much otherwise.«

»Centaurs are weird about it, though. Don’t reach over Ikkira’s back. It’s rude, apparently.«

»You used to do it all the time,« Izara remarked.

»Yes, and she hates me for it,« Shasha replied gleefully. »Anyway, come to bed. Snuggle up.«

They reached out a hand and helped Mirai climb over them. He laid down and nuzzled into Izara’s back; it felt so right he had to hold back a sigh of relief.

Izara for his part threw an arm out over Shasha’s chest, which they had arranged before him, and rested his head on their body. Shasha blew out the light.

Mirai wasn’t half as tired as he had been the night before, and maybe that was why he was so keenly aware of the snake body looped around him. He would have to get used to it, not only to be surrounded by the other snake folk in the harem—but also to be held and touched and—probably it was good practice to sleep here with Shasha.

If he could manage to sleep, now that he was thinking about these things.

He had to ask. It felt easier in the dark.

»Is- what is the king like?« He kept his voice to a whisper, hoping to conceal its real sound for a little longer.

»Oh.« Izara half-turned. »He’s…« The pause drew on far too long for Mirai’s comfort, then Izara went on, quietly, »Frankly, I’m the wrong person to ask this. He’s saved my life. He’s not… he has his desires and he did buy each of us for them, but he takes good care of us.«

»He said he won’t hurt me.«

»Not for now, no.«

Mirai looked up, fear piercing through him at Shasha’s words.

»Was that necessary, Shasha?« Izara had felt his movement. »Look, it’s better here than almost anywhere else. He’ll be gentle with you until you’ve recovered enough to handle a little stress. And he’ll be kind with you.«

»That is true. But, you know. You’ll find out in time. Don’t worry about it too much, it isn’t worth it. You’ll be okay.«

»Okay.« Mirai’s voice came out even smaller than he had intended to.

»Aw, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I just didn’t want to lie to you.«

»You were a con artist, Shasha.«

»That doesn’t mean I’m a liar.« Shasha seemed scandalized.

»Whatever, I’ll leave you criminals to it. Good night. It’s going to be alright, Mirai.«

»Good night, you little innocent lamb.«

»Good night,« Mirai muttered, and although it took him a while to calm his swirling thoughts, eventually, they were all asleep.

Mirai was alone in the dark.

But not alone alone. Someone was there, someone big and powerful, and soon, he felt their hands on his hips, digging into his skin. There was more than one, in fact, he could tell when more and more hands grabbed and groped at him, pushed into him, bruised his thighs and hips.

He tried to scream, but no sound came out, and he could feel more than hear them laugh at his pathetic attempts to crawl away, gripping more and more of him, his legs, his arms, and then a pair of hands closed around his throat—

Mirai started awake, gasping for breath.

»Shhh. ‘s alright… oh. Wrong elf.« Before Mirai could process what was happening, Shasha moved, and moments later, Mirai found himself in a soft, warm hug, nothing like his nightmares. »It’s okay, Mirai. You’re safe.«

He was too upset and frightened to question it; he just buried himself in Shasha’s chest, grateful for the comfort.

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Drawtober 2022 #6 - Candlelit Coven

Prompt list

Drawtober 2022 #1 - Garden of Magick

Drawtober 2022 #2 - Midnight Delivery

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Drawtober 2022 #4 - Fiendish Familiar

Drawtober 2022 #5 - Bewitched Bog

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finally fixed my apple pencil and get to draw again 🫶 starting off with some quick portraits of the og archives gang