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The pull of the stone was at the forefront of your mind, even being a ways off from the farm. Were you more conscious of anything but the draw forward, you’d notice that your feet were beginning to ache at the pace you were going at. But it simply did not register. It grows stronger with each step, this sense of urgency to see what you need to see.
You’ve been so single mindedly focused you’re surprised you notice the figure off to your right hidden by the shade of the trees at all. For a moment your brain fills in the blanks of what you’re expecting to see; a tall figure, a veiled face, you even for a moment think you smell a mildewy rot you’ve grown accustomed to all too quickly. But that isn’t actually the person standing before you.
It’s… god what was his… Isaacs! Yes. You had almost forgotten despite having spoken to him maybe an hour or so ago. Despite your desire to know what exactly he’s doing here the pull of the stone comes back to you, though not fully. You’re curious but not that curious.
Until he steps forward, and your eyes meet. While the voice that comes out of his mouth by all accounts sounds exactly the same as when you spoke earlier today, you know it is not Isaacs who is speaking to you now.
“You’re making great time, maybe 5 more minutes at the pace you’re at and you’ll be there.”
You’re trying to process what has happened here, what exactly it all means. He continues
“Thank you for sending this one my way. The last one was in rough shape. This one is doing far better, mentally too. A lot more cooperative.”
That confirms your line of thinking about as much as you figure he’s going to give you. Frankly this is a lot more direct than you were expecting given Wa-Isaacs’ tendency to dance around your questions. A small really stupid shallow part of you is almost disappointed by the change. You liked Wayne’s… looming. Sounds insane but you’ve been well past that point for some time now.
Rationalizing though, this does make sense. Like he said, Wayne was in pretty poor shape, if you’re going to pursue something roughly equivalent to a romantic relationship here, doing that would probably be a bit harder with a rotting corpse. While some questionable part of you prefers the look Wayne had (stench of rot and all) this does have the potential to allow for certain activities you’re certain would not ever have been permitted given Wayne’s condition. Also, you’re just now noticing this, you’re taller than him now. Yeah you can work with this.
You take a step forward
“Y’know Isaacs, It’s a real shame.”
Another step, he quirks his eyebrow. He can tell from your tone that you’re going somewhere flirty with this but not exactly to what end.
“I really did like Wayne, it’s gonna be strange without him around. I’m glad we had the time we did together to be sure but…”
You’ve closed most of the distance, his back brushing against a tree, he has to look up at you and you have to look down at him.
“It seems unfair, we spend all that time together, he kisses me and then just leaves before I even get a chance to kiss him back?”
He lets out a huff of a laugh, different but somehow still recognizable. He’s smiling, you’ve never seen him smile before. Or, well, you’ve never seen him smile before.
“Really?”
You nod
“Really.”
You reach a hand up to his face, your breath hitches at the contact and you think his may too. This moment feels so fragile, before now the few moments of contact you’ve had have been nothing but practical. With the exception of the last kiss of course, but there's something special about this moment, it’s humanity.
“We should make this quick, you have somewhere you need to be soon.”
“Yeah we probably should…”
You hope that response makes it clear you will be taking as much as he is willing to give because you really want this and aren’t super excited about getting to whatever nightmare you’ll be bearing witness to next. That being said you’re not going to give him time to call you out on your non-answer either and without any ceremony you crash your lips into his.
He seems to actually be startled by this which surprises you a little in turn with how clearly you feel you telegraphed it. Though thinking about it, how often in his time as a person has he gotten to experience positive physical touch of any kind? You obviously only have a fraction of the story but to make an estimate you’d imagine very little. Mostly the foggy memories of the vessel's life prior to it if you had to guess.
He finally seems to relax into it a little and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. While you could say plenty about how appealing you found Wayne even you can admit that this is probably the point where you would’ve tapped out. This however is something you only want more of. His tongue is a little dry, no real telling if that's a new development or was already the case prior but it doesn’t really matter to you.
To your surprise and absolute delight, Isaacs is making noises. Little aborted sounds that you simply must hear more of. You break away from the kiss only to dive your head down to his neck and begin sucking a bright mark into the sensitive skin, and, right on queue; more noises, ones not muffled by your mouth no less.
He manages to speak but the words sound strained
“You’re ah *hah* very… eagar”
You grin against his skin and pull back to take a look at your work, the spot on his neck already beginning to blossom a deep red in the middle. Once you’re done taking it all in you respond
“Hard not to be with someone so responsive. You’ve never done something like this before, have you?”
Isaacs has a bright flush rise to his cheeks and quickly attempts a response
“This body has-”
“Not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
You cut him off and he can’t seem to manage to finish his flimsy deflection
“No. I have not.”
He looks to the side, seeming genuinely embarrassed which unfortunately for him is incredibly endearing.
You shift forward, there's not much of a gap to close to begin with but the movement gets his attention all the same. This may be escalating things too fast but this whole thing is affecting you far more than you had anticipated so you need to at least try. You hesitate for a moment and then make your move, you shift your leg forward and place your knee gently but insistantly against his crotch. He lets out a choked gasp and stares up at you, eyes wide.
He is hard, that doesn’t especially surprise you. What does surprise you is how after a moment of intense eye contact he lunges forward capturing your lips again and wrapping his arms around the back of your neck. You seem to have flipped some sort of switch because despite his apparent inexperience he is pouring everything he has into this kiss.
In addition to the sudden increase in enthusiasm and intensity of the kiss, he keeps making slight halted thrusts against your leg. You grab his hips and grind him down hard into your thigh, an experience apparently so intense for him he breaks from the kiss and buries his head in your shoulder in a fruitless attempt at muffling an embarrassingly loud moan. You try not to laugh but a small chuckle escapes despite your efforts prompting Isaacs to glare up at you.
“I’m sorry! I just didn’t expect you to be so… cute!”
The frown on his face deepens along with his flush and he hides his face in your shoulder again. Your hands move up from his waist to his back to rub it soothingly though judging by how he grumbles he may have taken it to be some form of mockery.
“I’m not trying to make fun of you. I just… I’ve been thinking about this a lot, probably far more than I should have given everything going on and how short our time has been together, but I have been. You’ve had such a… visceral effect on me already and it just makes me really happy that I’m able to do the same for you.”
After the words fall out of your mouth you worry they’re too earnest in a way that maybe ruins the mood a little. You wait in silence for a beat before he leans back to face you properly
“I realize that our previous encounters have been short, and I am perhaps a bit difficult to read, I especially was then. But please do not mistake my past restraint for lack of interest. You have had more of an effect on me than you could know, it has been felt since the moment our eyes first met and it has only grown from there.”
Well at least you’re not the only one being sappy. You feel your face morph into a stupid grin before you can think to restrain it.
It’s not either of your overly sentimental confessions that ruins the mood, instead it's the dawning return of the seal’s pull at the back of your mind. You sigh
“We should finish this up, I don’t know how much longer I can stay here before I get a malevolent seal induced migraine.”
Isaacs looks surprised, almost as if he had forgotten about your grand destiny or whatever, that’s a fun thought.
“Ah, you’re right, my apologies I think I may have gotten carried away and kept you for too long”
He begins to unwind his arms from your neck but your hand shoots up to keep them in place
“Woah, I said finish this up, not stop. Give me like a minute or two. It'll be worth it.”
He quirks his eyebrow at this and, yeah, you can see the reason to take offense to that one even if once again you didn’t mean it like that
“Not an insult! I’m just good at what I do, please let me have this.”
Whether it’s the hasty addendum or the apparent desperation in your voice he nods all the same and you get right to work as quickly as you can.
First order of business is getting him out of his pants since if this new situation is anything like the last he does not have easy access to a change of clothes and you’re not that sadistic. By the time his dick is fully out you can tell he’s already on the brink, it will take very little to send him over the edge. You decide on a combined approach, latching onto his neck again first since that seemed to get a pretty big reaction the first time.
His arms around your neck tighten as he lets out a barrage of obscene noises right next to your ear, you wonder for a moment if you could make him climax just like this but decide to leave that possibility for a later date. You finally wrap your hand around his cock properly and he whimpers, you really wish you could justify dragging this out but, again, later date. After a brief pause to just appreciate the moment you’re in you give him three solid strokes and he completely falls apart in your arms, most of his release landing on your hand.
His breathing is heavy as he comes down from what may be the first orgasm he has ever experienced, you shift his head back with your (clean) hand and press a chaste kiss to his panting mouth.
“Thank you, you did very good.”
He seems to let out a little whimper at that too, noted. Aftercare is perhaps a little limited when it comes to impromptu handjobs in the woods but you do what you can with what you have and lower him and yourself down to a sitting position. You have him unwrap his arms from your neck so you can better assess what exactly he needs from you.
You remember your hand still has his cum on it and after realizing you don’t really have a good surface to wipe it off decide to just lick it off yourself. Evidently this brings Isaacs right to attention because once you look back to him after making sure you got it all he’s staring at you with an expression you think you identify as flustered mortification.
“What? Not like I had anywhere to wipe it off.”
He gives you an incredulous look
“My jacket? My pants?? Any of my clothing???”
“I’m not going to have you walking around with cumstains on you, you just got a clean… You just got clean. That was the whole point of getting you out of your pants in the first place. Oh right speaking of!”
You unceremoniously begin stuffing his softening cock back into his boxers
“I can do that myself, you should get going.”
You roll your eyes
“Can you? Because that seemed pretty intense. Besides it doesn’t matter if you can, I know you might not have a lot of experience but this is part of the contract. I do something like that then I take care of you after. Frankly I’m barely doing half of what I should be, but I can’t exactly offer you a glass of water in the middle of the woods”
This does make him quiet and let you finish zipping him up but when you pull back his expression looks a bit worried
“You alright? I’m sorry if that was too much or I got too carried awa-”
“Was I supposed to take care of you after our kiss?”
He cuts you off with a question you were absolutely not expecting to hear, you really did not think any of the events that have happened today would occur but this conversation is maybe the one you expected the least.
“I mean… Maybe? I don’t think there's any sort of established courtesy norms for that kind of kiss but I probably would’ve appreciated it. I trust you and I trust you have good intentions but having that kind of experience and then being left on the dusty floor of the forbidden wing was definitely a bit of whiplash.”
Maybe you should’ve lied and just said no because he just looks more upset
“Hey, it’s alright, You didn’t know, and I’m fine and I’m here with you now. These kinds of things take time to learn and most of what we’re doing isn’t exactly well charted territory. We’ll figure it out together.”
You open your arms to invite him into a hug and after a moment of him staring at you things click into place in his brain and he dives forward into your embrace. Come to think of it, this is the first time you’ve hugged isn’t it? Maybe a bit out of order but this whole thing isn’t exactly conventional and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Is there… Can I do anything to take care of you now?”
It’s going to take some serious adjustment to him being cute now. You smile
“I’m just fine, you’re the only one who… oh wait do you mean?”
His face is flushed but he nods curtly. You chuckle
“That is very, very sweet, but no, not right now. I would really like that but I do think I have somewhere to be.”
Once again he seems startled to remember the greater circumstances dictating your actions at the moment and slowly retracts from your embrace nodding.
“You’re absolutely right, I have kept you here far longer than responsible. I am sorry about that. I am also sorry you did not… Get the same satisfaction I did.”
You fully laugh at that as you get up dusting yourself off and offering him a hand
“You don’t have to worry about me, wouldn’t be the first time I left one of our encounters hot and bothered. And I am actually quite satisfied. Not every day you get to give someone as mysterious as you an orgasm like that.”
He takes your hand and flushes again at your crude language, very funny that this is the kind of thing to catch him off guard. Once he’s fully stood and you’re once again face to face the pull of the seal returns to your mind almost completely, so suddenly you gasp at its intensity. Isaacs looks concerned but seems to quickly identify the reason for your reaction and relaxes a little.
“I think our time here is up.”
You nod and begin to turn towards your inevitable path but before you do a hand grabs your face and turns it to look at Isaacs. You’re a little confused before a soft kiss is pressed to your lips and without another word your face is let go of and your body resumes its trek towards the farms without your permission.
Very soon you’ll no doubt be seeing something awful that will ingrain its every grisly detail into your mind forever. But right now you’re just thinking about soft lips and soft noises and how even if this is all doomed to go up in flames you’ll have someone by your side until the very end.