Aidan story - Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®
Fire lashed like whips, raking into Jace's exposed chest. His illusion long since faded, his soft dad bod rippled with the blow, skin pink and raw as a frat boy's spring break sun burn. Jace, Bolas' Toy® turned his eyes down, too ashamed to meet Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s delighted, draconian glare. His head swam as he watched the Greatfire sweep through Ravnica far below. As eldritch flashes of lightning erupted within the Greatfire®'s flames, he thought he caught glimpses of other planes in the searing after image. Vryn, Kaladesh, Kaldheim...
Dominaria.
He thought of Liliana--her skin-tight leather get-up and the weird chain veil he'd hated at first, but, as life barely flickered in his chest, he now sorta liked. He felt a stiffness in his pants, and feverish heat flooding through his lower half that had nothing to do with Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s whipping magic of the Greatfire®.
"Do you like that?" said Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s, his eyes delighted and each word dripping with orgasmic passion. "There's more where that came from." Without realizing it, Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s forefinger traveled up his own chest and began circling his left dragon nipple.
Jace, Bolas' Toy® nodded weakly. Visions of Liliana running through his head. He wanted to visit Benalia. He wanted to meet her brother. To feel her cold lips on his again. Could he love two people at once? Was that possible. He looked at Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®, with all that passionate fury and unrestrained genius, and knew that, yes, he could.
"Banana Pancakes," Jace, Bolas' Toy® whispered. The words dribbled out of him like so much spent breath.
Fblthp watched.
Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s face drooped with disappointment as the safe word hit his ears. "I'm sorry," he growled. "Did you say 'cabana and rakes?'" raking his claws down Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s chest. The Planeswalker from Vryn's nipples stiffened even as the few hairs left on his chest sizzled and melted.
"Banana pancakes!" Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s voice exploded from his chest, no illusion needed to make it seem bigger than it was. His breath was laboured, heaving.
"Hmph," Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® grumbled. His whip extinguished and he brought Jace, Bolas' Toy® a drink of water in a tall glass, its sides slick with condensation. "Do you want me to get you down?"
Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s head drooped, but he managed a nod. "I--" he struggled for words.
Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® let him down, cradling his soft, limp body in great arms. His sharp-clawed fingers were surprisingly delicate as he placed Jace, Bolas' Toy® on the ground, drawing a blanket over him, and calling to one of the nearby healers for assistance.
"I-- I have to find her," Jace, Bolas' Toy®. "I can't do this anymore, Nicky."
"Her?" Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® said, mind racing to piece this new twist together. Things had been going so well. He had thought Jace, Bolas' Toy® was THE ONE. "Vraska? That damn gorgon?"
"No," Jace, Bolas' Toy® gasped. "Liliana. I can love you both."
Darkness took Jace, Bolas' Toy®.
Dominaria.
He thought of Liliana--her skin-tight leather get-up and the weird chain veil he'd hated at first, but, as life barely flickered in his chest, he now sorta liked. He felt a stiffness in his pants, and feverish heat flooding through his lower half that had nothing to do with Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s whipping magic of the Greatfire®.
"Do you like that?" said Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s, his eyes delighted and each word dripping with orgasmic passion. "There's more where that came from." Without realizing it, Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s forefinger traveled up his own chest and began circling his left dragon nipple.
Jace, Bolas' Toy® nodded weakly. Visions of Liliana running through his head. He wanted to visit Benalia. He wanted to meet her brother. To feel her cold lips on his again. Could he love two people at once? Was that possible. He looked at Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®, with all that passionate fury and unrestrained genius, and knew that, yes, he could.
"Banana Pancakes," Jace, Bolas' Toy® whispered. The words dribbled out of him like so much spent breath.
Fblthp watched.
Nicol Bolas, Lash Master®'s face drooped with disappointment as the safe word hit his ears. "I'm sorry," he growled. "Did you say 'cabana and rakes?'" raking his claws down Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s chest. The Planeswalker from Vryn's nipples stiffened even as the few hairs left on his chest sizzled and melted.
"Banana pancakes!" Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s voice exploded from his chest, no illusion needed to make it seem bigger than it was. His breath was laboured, heaving.
"Hmph," Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® grumbled. His whip extinguished and he brought Jace, Bolas' Toy® a drink of water in a tall glass, its sides slick with condensation. "Do you want me to get you down?"
Jace, Bolas' Toy®'s head drooped, but he managed a nod. "I--" he struggled for words.
Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® let him down, cradling his soft, limp body in great arms. His sharp-clawed fingers were surprisingly delicate as he placed Jace, Bolas' Toy® on the ground, drawing a blanket over him, and calling to one of the nearby healers for assistance.
"I-- I have to find her," Jace, Bolas' Toy®. "I can't do this anymore, Nicky."
"Her?" Nicol Bolas, Lash Master® said, mind racing to piece this new twist together. Things had been going so well. He had thought Jace, Bolas' Toy® was THE ONE. "Vraska? That damn gorgon?"
"No," Jace, Bolas' Toy® gasped. "Liliana. I can love you both."
Darkness took Jace, Bolas' Toy®.
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