Log; Ongoing

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When; January 14th; a little after midnight
Rating; NC-17 for sexual relations
Characters; Alessa alessalearnt, Henry wisdom_rcvr, Xulchibara revelations9x6
Summary; Smut, smut and more smut.
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Silence had descended upon the manor. All of its household was deep in slumber, except for, that is, the pets in the Underground. But their scratchings and small cooes of speech were too quiet for Alessa's ears. She lay on her back in the darkness, sleep evading her. Blue eyes stared up into the ornate ceiling, penetrating nothingness.

She turned slightly to her left to see Henry sleeping soundly. His breathing was relaxed and he looked so peaceful. She smiled softly, feelings of love surging through her. No, she wouldn't bother him with her insomnia. He deserved this rest and the peace that came with it.

Alessa turned to her right, to Xulchibara. She could never tell if he was sleeping or not, for, as a spiritual entity he did not need rest like the rest of the human world. She turned to him, and snuggled close to her god, nuzzling his neck softly as her hand reached to his chest to trace circles upon it. Xulchibara...are you awake? she asked in a mental whisper, so as not to wake Henry.

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He did not open His eyes, but He did not 'sleep' in the sense that Alessa and Henry had to.

A soft sigh, and He shifted enough to wrap one arm around her waist, and draw her close enough for an almost chaste kiss to her forehead.
Her warmth still translating through the light blanket that seperated them ( He prefferred to let Alessa and Henry use the bedclothes, but Xulchilbara rarely ever did.
He was too restless, and it tended to wake them when He got up and down int he night.

No.
WhAt iS WrOnG, mY lOvE? He asked, noting her lack of sleep this evening, yet remaining out of her mind.
( It was becoming harder and harder to be near Alessa without wanting to touch her thoughts, or her skin almost constantly....He was simply saving himself the frustrated torture.)

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Henry hadn't slept well in several days- but here, surrounded by people he loved, it was easy. He turned and rolled a little when they started 'talking', resting one hand lightly on Alessa's back. But the snore made it obvious that they hadn't woken him.

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She sighed happily as his arm found her waist, content to be close to the two people she loved the most. Nothing, really, I just... she shrugged slightly, not exactly sure how she wanted to phrase what was going on in her mind. I can't get to sleep, she stated lamely. It was true, after all, but not why she couldn't get to sleep.

How could she tell Xulchibara that he was the one that plagued her dreams at night? How did one tell a god of such immense power and sensuality that they wanted them, needed them? Alessa had no idea. Their bond was so very strong, and she wasn't sure if Xulchibara would even grant her request.

You never know until you find out. The thought came to her suddenly, and she thought it over for a moment or two. I don't really know how to tell you, but...I can give you a pretty good idea, she murmured to him. Sure of her decision, she kissed the Red God's neck gently, her hand slowly spreading whispers of caresses down his chest; down, down, down, until she found her object of interest.

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Yes, He had been aware of Alessa's growing desire to have Him in the same way that Henry, or Vincent did.
...But her own fears had been the first barrier. A barrier broken not that long ago.

Now...well...now, she was on the path her destiny had dictated all those years ago, and with the Conjurer returned to his power, the God had started carefully trying to distance himself from her.
Not out of a lack of wanting her, oh no.
Those wants had grown all the more intense, along with Alessa's strength, and the learning experiences that gave her more balance to the seething rage that had created an entire reality around her.

No, the reason Xulchilbara had not given in to the desperate, aching want for His beautiful Fury was far easier explained;
He was a god.
.....And in this masculine form, it was very likely that any such union between the two of them would result in a child.

....But...Xulchilbara, the Red God, was not a creature of infinite restraint.
For thirty years He had wanted Alessa on levels that had nothing to do with the flesh. It was only natural she, now experiencing what such things truly were, would want that from Him as well.

Thirty years, and in the time since Xulchilbara, Henry, and Alessa had first forged the triumverate, the tension between God and Handmaiden had been steadily increasing..and now, apparently, Alessa could not bare it any longer.

When her hand pressed against Him through the thin black silk of the pants He had taken to wearing since she and Henry had started sleeping in the master suite ( another desperate attempt to keep Himself in check) His eyes flew open;
Brightly lit with a color so deep a crimson that it seemed they should have burned her skin, but closed again as He gasped.

If she had not been so close, and if He had not been thinking about her beforehand, and if Henry were awake.....

if, if, if, if....

A soft sound through thier shared minds...(a whimper?) and He pushed back against the warmth of her hand, arched His neck to give her better access.
The arm around Alessa's waist drew back enough to let Him run His hand over her thigh, her hip, and upwards until it came to rest over her breast, cupping it's silken weight and brushing a thumb over her nipple.

I... cAn'T He 'said', but words did not match actions as He swelled under her hand, and brought His other hand around to ease under her and caress her back in chaotic circles; trying to touch as much of her as He could.

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And why not? she asked, suddenly finding herself playing the temptress, a role she had never taken upon herself before. She kissed his neck gently, her hand beginning to go on a little journey all of its own, and the god's reactions only seemed to drive her on.

I can wake Henry up if you want me to, she seemed to sigh. If that was the problem, and she was certain that it was his fear of disrupting the ritual, she would have no problem waking Henry up. She and Henry had spent so many nights together that she was no longer afraid of that sort of contact. But she yearned for that contact with Xulchibara.

He said no, but his actions definitely screamed "yes". She drew closer to him and moaned softly at the close contact with her god, in a small attempt to slowly break down his resistance.