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And so it was. Shadow Milk Cookie was still riding out the high of absolute power that washed over him like the spring tide, fighting to burst from a prison with no key to its lock. Finally pausing to take a breath, Shadow Milk's eyes focused on the empty void he had thrown himself into, barren of any form of life...for now. Looking down at his right hand, golden and bearing sharper claws, he decided that there was no time to waste. There were so many timelines to destroy, so much chaos to spread across the universe. However, he was also sane enough to understand that he too, needed something to return to. Not his own timeline, of course, but a much better version of it. A creation of his own, and no one else's.
"Now...", Shadow Milk grinned, "Where do I start...?"
The start of this timeline had mostly remained the same. The Witches created the Virtues, which took on roles that they would inevitably fall from. However, this time was different. This time, Shadow Milk Cookie was far more in the know than his "creators" were aware of.
With the knowledge that the Witches would pay no mind to their own creations wreaking havoc across Earthbread, Shadow Milk had stood back and watched the Beasts fall, one by one. He had joined in on the fun too, in order to avoid suspicions from the one cookie he planned to take out before he could be a problem. Silent Salt Cookie. As the former Virtue of Knowledge and their oh so great friend, Shadow Milk Cookie had broken the news to the rest of the Beasts after the attack on the stronghold of the Knights of Kala Namak. And oh, were his friends furious, especially Eternal Sugar Cookie. Not only because her and Silent Salt were cousins, but the Beast of Sloth had seen this as an attempt to seperate her and her children, something she would not dare allow.
It was with their combined efforts that they were able to destroy the Silver Tree before it could even be conceived, destroying Silent Salt Cookie and everything which remained of the Faerie Kingdom in the process. Part of Shadow Milk wanted to leave Silent Salt Cookie alive, just so the other could witness all he had left crumble to dust, but it was too risky. Shadow Milk Cookie could not afford to mess this timeline up, lest he had to start the process all over again.
After their victory against Silent Salt Cookie, the four Beasts went their seperate ways, keeping to themselves. For the most part.
His newfound powers had allowed Shadow Milk Cookie to glimpse other timelines, discovering more bits and pieces of events he had missed during his imprisonment. He had done so before creating this new timeline, to see what he would change and what would remain the same, if any at all. Since their Soul Jams were never split in two to create the Ancient Heroes, that problem was effectively out of the way, which left one less issue for Shadow Milk Cookie to deal with. Which brought him to his current task:
Prune Juice Cookie.
Since the Beasts were never trapped in the Silver Tree, the children they had created would remain by their side, growing to become the worst versions of themselves. Instead of Hope, there would be Despair. Instead of Acceptance, there would be Rejection. Instead of Determination, all would be in Vain. And instead of Independance...well, Shadow Milk was about to find out.
Instead of baking Prune Juice Cookie right after Burning Spice had created Capsaicin, Shadow Milk Cookie chose to do so after "falling from grace". He had not gotten to reunite with Prune Juice after he was freed from the Silver Tree, believing the child to have crumbled long ago, but he still wanted to make sure no part of his former, weaker self was baked into his dough, even if it was pretense in this timeline.
A softer part of Shadow Milk Cookie had frozen upon seeing the sleeping infant in his arms, thinking back on the time he had missed because of Silent Salt Cookie. Prune Juice Cookie grew and grew, still holding on to Shadow Milk's hand even as he grew in his teenage years. With the subtle help of Black Sapphire and Candy Apple Cookie, Shadow Milk had implanted a mostly false idea of the outside world, and how unforgiving it would be to Prune Juice Cookie. It got to the point where the child would get actual panic attacks if he so much as stepped outside in the Spire's gardens. He would forever remain a shadow of his father, following a script like an actor who was never allowed to have breaks. The Light of Fate. Shadow Milk Cookie liked it that way.
Crispia itself had changed drastically in this new timeline. Since the Ancient Heroes never existed, the continent did not get to flourish as much as it had in the last timeline. The two dragons in the mountains where the Dark Cacao Kingdom would have stood still raged on in a never ending battle, the Berries were still divided, the desert remained empty of the Golden Cheese Kingdom's glow, and without the Vanilla Kingdom, the Crème Republic was nothing but a cheap imitation of itself.
It took the arrival of the Beasts to truly spring things into motion.
Mystic Flour Cookie's intervention had caused progress of the more advanced civilizations to halt in its tracks, Eternal Sugar Cookie had welcomed the divided and lost in her Garden of Delights, Burning Spice Cookie and his kin revelled in Dragon's Valley. Shadow Milk Cookie surprisingly found himself making progress somewhere he never would have expected to do so.
The villages which would have been under the Vanilla Kingdom were still present, and in constant danger. Whether it was by the cake monsters or colonization attempts, the cookies were sufferring. It was to their leader which Shadow Milk Cookie had appeared to, Black Raisin Cookie. He had graciously offered his blessings to the villages, allowing the cookies to defend themselves without any of them crumbling after every single fight. As a result, the cookies of the land hailed him as a savior, a God, embracing his teachings of chaos and shaping their lives around him.
A brand new Spire was erected in his honor, right where the Vanilla Kingdom would have been. Shadow Milk had laughed at the irony, taking both Pure Vanilla Cookie's people and his Kingdom.
Sitting on his rightfully earned throne, Shadow Milk's mind wandered to the one who would have sat in his place. Pure Vanilla Cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie had never once stopped to actually think what his feelings towards Pure Vanilla Cookie were. It was certainly not friendship, the very idea disgusted him. So what was it? Should he even care at his point? It was not like the Ancient even existed in this new timeline. Yes, this should not concern him...so why was that feeling there???
Despite his best efforts to suppress these questions, Shadow Milk Cookie just could not manage to expel them from his head. It had gotten to the point where he had vaguely brought up the subject to Black Raisin, who had become a Cookie of Deceit at that point. He had not mentioned the timeline detail or even names, framing it as a point in some play he had read the week before.
"To me, it sounds like he left without receiving what he wanted.", Black Raisin had said, which had been far too vague for his liking. Not even the strongest raisin jellies would get his mind to clear.
No matter. If those thoughts would refuse to leave his head, Shadow Milk would simply push them to the back of his mind. After all, now that everything had fallen into place according to his own grand design, Shadow Milk Cookie could focus on destroying everything else.
There would be no more surprises.
Shadow Milk Cookie had been incredibly wrong.
Twelve destroyed timelines later, Shadow Milk Cookie had decided to return to his own to take a break, only to find out that in his absence, there had been some interesting developments in the Beasts' lives.
Golden Flour Cookie, the daughter of Mystic Flour Cookie, had ran off, manic in her pursuit of a cookie she had claimed to be the Hope to her Light of Despair. Shadow Milk had dismissed it as the cookie having lost its mind, until he heard the name of the pursued. Dark Choco Cookie.
Capsaicin had lost for the first time in battle to someone that was not Burning Spice, a warrior from the deserts by the name of Rich Cheese Cookie, daughter of Golden Cheese Cookie. By Black Sapphire's account, the boy was just as moronic as his father, falling for the first woman to defeat them in combat. It had happened with Burning Spice and Mystic Flour, and that cycle was now repeating as Capsaicin Cookie began his own relentless pursuit.
Eternal Sugar Cookie's vision had been questioned by the more sober cookies in her Garden, questions which were immediately met with a cookie which had come to the Beast's defense, Hollyberry Cookie. Eternal Sugar Cookie had been enamoured with Holyberry ever since she had come to her defense, the two becoming lovers after the discovery of mutual affection.
So...the Ancient Heroes still remain.
Shadow Milk Cookie had stalked the Ancients and their children of this timeline for the next few weeks, discovering one very major change. Since they were never the wielders of Soul Jams, they were mere mortal cookies. Golden Cheese and her spawn did not even have the wings they were known for, which had made Rich Cheese Cookie's victory against Capsaicin all the more impressive. The only immortal would-be-Ancient had been Holyberry Cookie, and it was only because Eternal Sugar made her that way after they had tied the knot. Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie were nowhere to be found...
"Ah, Black Raisin Cookie.", Shadow Milk greeted with a sharp smile, the Milkcrown Colony leader greeting him with a bow.
"Master Shadow Milk Cookie. What an honor it is to be in your presence once again."
Shadow Milk Cookie had just arrived at the Milkcrown Colony after his timeline destruction frenzy, finding that they had been making quite the progress by themselves. The dirt underneath them was beginning to disappear under white marble, paving streets Shadow Milk felt he could actually walk on, rather than hover above while scowling at the filth under him.
He was only half listening to Black Raisin's report as they walked, Milkcrown denizens making sure to give a bow at the passing Shadow Milk. It did not sound like much had changed in his absence, aside from the external changes he had noted earlier.
Something did end up catching Shadow Milk's eye as the two were reaching the centre of this part of the colony, a mother and a child exiting a medical tent. There were no visible bandages on either of them, whatever illness or wounds either of them might have had seemingly vanished without a trace. With a hand extended, Shadow Milk stopped Black Raisin and gestured towards the tent.
"This is smaller than I recall.", he simply stated.
"Our injured have been reduced significantly, thanks to your blessings.", Black Raisin replied, "And the healer cookie we have found wandering the outskirts has been most useful to get our citizens in and out of medical care quicker."
Shadow Milk raised his brows as he looked down at the one armed cookie.
"A healer, you say?"
Surely it was not...
Black Raisin nodded, "Shall I show-"
"Yes."
Black Raisin raised the flap of the tent, and for a moment, Shadow Milk Cookie's view of the hunched over figure was obscured by the woman's hair.
"Still got stamina left, blondie?"
"...!"
A man with tanned dough and donning rags raised his head at the sound of Black Raisin's voice. His eyes were hidden behind bandages, blonde hair toussled and sitting flat under his hood. A chain rattled, connecting one of his ankles to a stake hammered in the ground.
"Black Raisin Cookie..?", the man hesitantly called out.
"Good, you remember my voice.", Black Raisin said as she walked farther in, "Are you going to answer my question?"
The man looked back down at his hands, also bandaged, before giving her a small nod.
Black Raisin turned her head towards Shadow Milk Cookie, who was still behind the threshold of the tent.
"Would you like me to leave, Master?"
Shadow Milk's eyes remained on the man the entire time, his jam slowly boiling at the sight. How dare that cookie taint Shadow Milk Cookie's perfect timeline with his presence?! Still, he could not show Black Raisin Cookie the slightest hint that this was something bigger than her, he doubted she'd be able to comprehend it.
So, instead of outright smiting the chained man, Shadow Milk calmly confirmed to Black Raisin Cookie that yes, he would like her to leave the two alone.
Shadow Milk sat on a wooden chair in front of the healer, who immediately moved to reach out to him. Shadow Milk pulled back, trying to ignore the involuntary flinch.
"Are you sick? Hurt anywhere?", the healer asked.
Shadow Milk found himself breathing out a short and nervous laugh.
"Can you not see that I'm well, healer?", he asked.
"I fear not.", the healer replied with a gentle smile, "I see nothing at all."
"You are blind, then?"
The healer nodded, placing his hands on his lap.
"If you are well, is there anything else I can do for you?", the healer asked.
Shadow Milk's eyes wandered down at the chain binding the healer in the tent. He lazily kicked at it with his pointed heel.
"Tried running off?", he asked.
The healer breathed out with a small smile, "Not really. Black Raisin Cookie thought I might want to leave Milkcrown at some point, and I don't think she wants me to."
Shadow Milk nodded, "Healing magic, then? I strongly doubt a blind man can perform the duties of a healer so quickly, and with so little supplies to boot."
"You...would be right...Ah, I am so sorry, I don't even know your name, good sir."
Shadow Milk paused for a moment, reminding himself that this version of his other half was not even that. This was a common cookie, devoid of the memories and experiences of the Pure Vanilla he knew. Although, seeing his current position, it seems like that idiot's philosophy remained the same.
Crossing his legs, Shadow Milk rested his chin on his hand with a cautious smile.
"Shadow Milk Cookie.", he said.
The healer parted his lips, undoubtedly already having the knowledge of who the Beast was thanks to being inside a colony filled with his worshippers.
"Won't you tell me yours, healer?"
"...Pure Vanilla Cookie. My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie."
Pure Vanilla's hand ran over the velvet sleeve of his dress, the material feeling far too good for a cookie such as himself.
After the shocking experience of encountering a god, Pure Vanilla had been unceremoniously swept from the village and brought somewhere new, much bigger than the healer's tent. He had been stripped of his rags and fitted into actual clothes, his hair and body washed until not a speck of dirt was left on him. The only element which had remained from his old attire was the bandages, which had also been cleaned.
Pure Vanilla Cookie was not sure where he was exactly, only knowing that he was in a building with many other cookies inhabiting it, and that said building had a very complicated structure. Every day, it felt like the inside of the building was being rearranged, as if it was a rubix cube. If it was hell for the cookies who could see to navigate these twisted halls, it was the worst punishment for a blind one.
The only blessing in this place was Shadow Milk Cookie, who somehow always managed to find Pure Vanilla when he was truly and utterly lost. But nothing eased his confusion. Why was he here?
"I...really can't see it..."
"Hm?"
Pure Vanilla had brought his curiosities to Shadow Milk Cookie one night, in a bedroom given to him which was bigger than the tent back in Milkcrown.
"Is this meant to be a pun?", Shadow Milk questioned, from somewhere in the room.
Pure Vanilla found himself huffing out a laugh, "It is a good coincidence, but no."
He could hear the god walking, heeled steps halting just a few feet away from Pure Vanilla's right.
Shadow Milk Cookie narrowed his many eyes at the questioning cookie. Bringing Pure Vanilla Cookie to the Spire had been a decision made in haste, a cheap dam built in anticipation of a tsunami. Despite everything pointing to the cookie not being a threat to him, Shadow Milk still deemed it necessary to keep an eye on him. The first few days had gone off mostly without incident, the most disruption coming from this arrangement being Pure Vanilla becoming lost in the Spire's winding halls, but Shadow Milk Cookie had used this precious time to plan a bit more. He knew the cookie would have questions sooner or later, and he needed to be prepared for them, as any god would.
After much deliberation, Shadow Milk Cookie finally reached a conclusion. To ensure Pure Vanilla Cookie would not grow to become a problem in this timeline, he had to ensure the cookie stayed on his side.
"Is my kindness so surprising to you?", Shadow Milk questioned with a smile Pure Vanilla could not see.
"I-I...", Pure Vanilla stuttered before exhaling, "I am forever grateful for...your hospitality, but I feel as if I'm not giving anything back. This situation seems...unfair."
Shadow Milk Cookie's smile widened, showing the sharp teeth behind it as he advanced towards Pure Vanilla. The other slightly jumped as he felt the god draw close.
"If you allow me a truth, I could always use more hands in my Spire.", Shadow Milk said, "But there is not much you can do with no sight, now is there?"
Pure Vanilla held his head down, clearly affected by that comment.
Shadow Milk brought his golden hand in front of Pure Vanilla's face, just shy of touching it.
"Let us fix that, shall we?"
Pure Vanilla Cookie gasped in shock, head moving around rapidly as if something insane had just occured. Shadow Milk brought his hands behind his back, simply watching as Pure Vanilla's clumsily clawed at the bandages from his eyes. Familiar yet alien eyes blinked at Shadow Milk Cookie as the rags were ripped off, their owner looking like he was on the verge of tears.
Ever since he had regained his vision, Pure Vanilla Cookie had been more of a helpful hand than Shadow Milk would have imagined. Always eager to help, always mesmerized by the smallest of things. One of the other servants had to catch him from falling from the staircase, simply because he had seen an orchid for the first time.
He always greeted Shadow Milk Cookie with a polite smile, clearly grateful for the god's "kind act". There was no kindness behind Shadow Milk's actions, only clear intent, but Pure Vanilla did not need to know that.
Although, some things never changed, and one of them was Candy Apple's weird dislike of Pure Vanilla, which had given Shadow Milk whiplash, as he had dressed the healer in the clothes of the Truthless Recluse. It was as if Pure Vanilla Cookie had never awakened, except this version of his was not nearly as depressed as the Recluse. Some others did surprise him, however, such as Pure Vanilla's talent to maintain order when Shadow Milk was not there to do so himself, one of these instances being the Spire's library.
The library of this Spire only contained half the knowledge of this world, Shadow Milk keeping it evenly split between this Spire and the one he had left to Prune Juice back in Beast-Yeast. Many tomes and scrolls would come alive, a side effect of his chaotic magic. It would take an entire team of his followers and an entire night just to somewhat settle down the living knowledge, leaving Shadow Milk to fix the mess in the morning. Pure Vanilla had walked into that library and settled everything down almost as fast as Shadow Milk would.
When it happened for the first time, Shadow Milk Cookie had actually grown worried that Pure Vanilla had retained some of his abilities from the previous timeline, only to discover a few days later that it was his infuriating kindness and patience that had settled down the wildness which plagued the library, soothing the instruments of knowledge like a parent putting their kids to bed.
This had effectively turned the man into the Spire's librarian, resulting in the cookie spending most of his days in there.
Shadow Milk's eyes always followed, now more carefully, since Pure Vanilla had sight. Some additions had been made in the library, small enough to not bother its master. The scent of vanilla orchids was...something. Pure Vanilla would sometimes find a pot or two of the flowers spilled and shattered on the floor due to an unknown source. He would blame it on the wind or a wild book flying around, but it was Shadow Milk Cookie, childilshly tipping the pots over whenever the scent would become too overwelming.
"Anything from before Milkcrown that you miss?", Shadow Milk had asked one day.
He and Pure Vanilla were outside, in the gardens. Shadow Milk stood under the shade of an apple tree, while Pure Vanilla observed the birds from his seat on a bench just in front of the god.
"The cream sheep.", he said.
Shadow Milk hummed. So this version of Pure Vanilla Cookie used to be a shepherd as well. Interesting.
Situations such as this, where Shadow Milk found himself hanging around Pure Vanilla, were becoming a little too common. It was certainly enough for the rest of the followers to notice. If he was not doing work in this timeline, or destroying others, Shadow Milk Cookie's time was spent with Pure Vanilla Cookie.
What Shadow Milk had discovered during these little hangouts, was that Pure Vanilla was surprisingly good at chess, beating him the first time the god had proposed a match. He would have flipped the table if it was anyone else, but Shadow Milk found Pure Vanilla's victory intriguing. He also learned that the cookie was terrible at any game involving cards, especially those who relied on chance, like poker. Every little expression was shown on the cookie's face, Shadow Milk deeming him unable to even tell the smallest lie.
Pure Vanilla was a surprisingly pleasant conversation partner as well, Shadow Milk able to bounce around different topics without having the other party concede immediately like every other cookie in this place.
However, this was not to say that Pure Vanilla Cookie was entirely carefree around Shadow Milk. While able to hold nuanced conversations with him, Pure Vanilla Cookie rarely questioned Shadow Milk's actions outside of their little debates, always keeping his head down and doing just as his master asked. There were times when the younger cookie seemed to think he was outright unworthy of spending as much time as he did near Shadow Milk Cookie, which to be fair, did please the god.
Finally, you have accepted your place.
As fun as Shadow Milk was having with this more submissive version of Pure Vanilla Cookie, there were still some consequences that had sprung from this outcome. These were nothing major, thankfully. Annoying, at most. He was not sure who had started it, or who had kept it going, but rumors began to circulate among the followers.
"Did you hear?", they would whisper, "Master Shadow Milk Cookie is playing favorites."
Shadow Milk scoffed at the memory. He favored no one and nothing, and when it appeared to be the case, it was only pretense to further his own goals.
He looked down at the apple, catching his terrifying reflection on its shiny surface before biting down.
Pretense. This was all there is.
Pure Vanilla Cookie traced the spines of the books he had just placed on the shelves, akin to caressing a child's hair after you have finally put it to sleep.
"Ah, there you are!"
Pure Vanilla turned to see Shadow Milk Cookie, who had just flown in and proceeded to plant himself on the couch where a few more books rested.
"Master Shadow Milk Cookie!", Pure Vanilla happily addressed, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I was beginning to wonder when a spot would open up for a little game of cards.", Shadow Milk replied as he rested his elbow on the back of the couch, his cheek resting on the golden hand.
"Of course, I will be right there. I just need to sort a few more of these books back in their resting spots."
Shadow Milk hummed in acknowledgement as Pure Vanilla turned back to his work. His eyes moved to the pile of books resting on the couch next to him, the one resting on the top of it being one Shadow Milk did not recognize. Picking it up, Shadow Milk raised an eyebrow at the flowery cover, and flipped it around to see if it had a summary.
"...Oh?", Shadow Milk mused with brows raised, "Picking up interest in romantic novels, have we?"
The book was quickly snatched from the god's hands by a flustered Pure Vanilla, who found himself wanting to run away.
Shadow Milk snorted as he leaned forward, causing Pure Vanilla to take a big step back.
"My my, why so embarassed~?"
Pure Vanilla swallowed, "I-I uh...I don't know..."
The librarian's head was suddenly tilted up by Shadow Milk, leaving the younger no room to hide his reddened face.
"Frightened I might tell on you?", Shadow Milk teased, "Your secret is safe with me, Pure Vanilla Cookie."
Pure Vanilla swallowed as Shadow Milk leaned closer to his face.
"Or perhaps...you want something else."
"I-I-"
"Curiosity is a strong motivator, after all.", Shadow Milk interrupted, "Shall I help you, my dear?"
Before Pure Vanilla Cookie could question the god on what he had meant, Shadow Milk's lips met his own. The kiss was not a gentle one, nor was the grip the god held Pure Vanilla in. Pure Vanilla's hair, which had grown down to his waist, was tugged harshly, causing his mouth to open and allowed for Shadow Milk's tongue to slither in like a serpent.
Pure Vanilla, still held by Shadow Milk, was pushed back, his body meeting the couch.
Wait, when did it move-?
With the first roll of the god's hips, Pure Vanilla woke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as his feet nearly kicked the heavy blankets off of him. Pure Vanilla's eyes were blown wide open, the cookie breathing heavily for a minute or so before managing to get it to calm down to its regular rythm once again.
Pure Vanilla's hands trembled as he lifted the sheets to look down at himself, immediately lowering them again and staring at nothing in front of him.
"O-Oh god..."
Pure Vanilla burried his face in his hands, burning in shame.
Something was wrong with Pure Vanilla Cookie.
After their conversation in the garden, Shadow Milk had actually considered bringing in some cream sheep, reel Pure Vanilla further in some more with his generous deeds, only for the cookie to avoid him at every turn!
Pure Vanilla Cookie, who under any other circumstances would try to make the conversation last as long as possible, now spoke to him in clipped sentences. He refused to make eye contact with any of Shadow Milk's eyes, quickly running off with his head down and saying he had some work that needed to be done when the conversation drew too long.
The first day that had occured, Shadow Milk had brushed it off as Pure Vanilla being in a bad mood. That excuse was hard to use after a week.
Shadow Milk Cookie knew it was about him, too. His hidden eyes watched from dark corners as Pure Vanilla Cookie interacted with everyone else in the Spire with his regular attitude, only for it to flip once Shadow Milk would come into the scene.
Did Pure Vanilla Cookie somehow see past his facade? Was he planning something? Shadow Milk Cookie needed to get to the bottom of this.
"Do you remember the cream sheep you mentioned?" Shadow Milk had decided to catch Pure Vanilla by surprise, caring little for the few followers inside the library at that time. They were scattered about, and those witness to the scene tried to ignore it, or make Shadow Milk think they did.
"Is...Is it appropriate to be mentioning this here?", Pure Vanilla asked, his eyes darting around for an escape route while his occupied hands trembled.
Shadow Milk towered over him, making Pure Vanilla unable to stay calm, especially with that too wide smile he would have found charming were it not for...last week's incident.
"I was not aware cream sheep have become an inappropriate topic, my dear. Have I neglected Earthbread's evolution of mannerisms?"
Pure Vanilla tried his best to hide his face behind the stack of work in his hands.
"S-Sir, there are already followers accusing you of playing favorites..."
Shadow Milk's eyes lidded and he clicked his tongue. His smile returned as he continued talking.
"Rumors are spread, Pure Vanilla Cookie. It is inevitable, you know that.". Without thinking, Shadow Milk's hand moved to hold Pure Vanilla's waist, his pinky itching to travel further down the man's hip-
Without warning, Pure Vanilla suddenly shoved what he was holding onto Shadow Milk's chest before bolting out of the library as fast as he could.
Shadow Milk Cookie stared forward, eyes blinking in disbelief as he remained still as a statue. He was baffled, befuddled! Shadow Milk had been so taken aback by this chain of events, he had completely ignored the gasps of offense the witnessing followers let out on his behalf.
"Just what is wrong with that cookie??", one gasped at her companion.
"He should be honored Master Shadow Milk Cookie even graces him with his presence, and he bolts when touched by Him??"
"Does that air-headed librarian even understand what he is doing?"
Shadow Milk teleported himself someplace where there would be no one to witness the evolution of his confusion. His eyes shone with different degrees of disbelief each, his already chaotic mind trying to comprehend what had just happened and most importantly, why he was feeling disappointed by this?
"I-It's probably the routine!", he tried to rationalize, "Pure Vanilla Cookie never refuses my company, not until...a week ago-but still! Yes! Yes, that must be why I'm feeling this way! I just got used to him following along like some lost cake pup and was not prepared for him to want to be left alone. Yes...most definitely!", he declared to no one, with hands on his hips.
Shadow Milk's forced smile turned into a frown as he felt his fingers twitch. Bringing up his hand, the one which had briefly made physical contact with Pure Vanilla, he noticed that the pinky was twitching.
He thought back to when he first sat upon the throne of this Spire, how he had pondered his unresolved and unknown feelings towards the first Pure Vanilla Cookie. Was this the reason he was feeling disappointment at Pure Vanilla Cookie's reaction towards his touch?
Shadow Milk scowled.
Pure Vanilla Cookie spent the rest of the day looking over his shoulder, terrified that he'd be met with the disgruntled face of Shadow Milk Cookie.
What was he thinking?? Why would he ever allow his shame about an imaginary scenario his sleeping mind had conjured to influence his decisions? He had shoved books in the god's chest and ran off like his skirts were on fire, like some schoolgirl that had no idea how to act!
The judgmental looks he received from the rest of the followers did not ease his embarassment one bit.
Night had fallen, and still no sign of Shadow Milk Cookie.
Pure Vanilla found himself unnerved as he cracked his back, the library empty, even from the fluttering of books. That same feeling continued to follow him as Pure Vanilla ascended the stairs, feeling as if his footsteps were echoing. The Spire was too quiet...not even the smallest of steps filling the silence. This made Pure Vanilla hurry towards his room as fast as his legs could carry him.
He stopped to catch his breath just outside the door, keeping his gaze low as he entered his room. The door shut with a click, and then-
"Pure Vanilla Cookie."
Pure Vanilla flinched more violently than he probably should have, turning his head to see Shadow Milk Cookie, sitting on the couch cross legged, in the dark.
His hand reached for the doorknob on instinct, only to meet air. Pure Vanilla turned to see that somehow, the door had vanished.
"...!"
"Where were you planning to run off to, anyway?", Shadow Milk asked with a terrifyingly serious tone, "This is your room."
Pure Vanilla swallowed thickly. He knew he'd have to confront the god eventually, just didn't expect it to be so soon.
He turned towards Shadow Milk and bowed, "I-I-I am sorry, Master Shadow Milk Cookie. I was not thinking straight-"
Pure Vanilla flinched as Shadow Milk uncrossed his legs, his heeled boot hitting the floor so hard, Pure Vanilla thought he saw a crack forming.
"Do you mind explaining what is on that mind of yours, Pure Vanilla Cookie?", Shadow Milk asked.
"It's....I-It's nothing, Master."
Shadow Milk narrowed his eyes at the man, the scowl on his face deepening.
"...Look me in my eyes as you say it.", he demanded.
Pure Vanilla began to sweat as he forced himself to step closer to the irritated god, who was impatiently tapping his heel.
"Well? Go on."
The silence hang in the air like a guillotine, and Pure Vanilla Cookie was not one to look forward to the drop of the blade.
"It's..."
Should he be honest? Should he tell Shadow Milk of his dream? No! No, it would be downright offensive! But what was he supposed to do here? Lie? Shadow Milk Cookie was a god, he would know immediately. Pure Vanilla winced at the memory of their card games, how Shadow Milk would call his bluff every time.
"...It's nothing-"
"DO YOU THINK I AM AN IDIOT?!" Shadow Milk stood up, once more towering over the mortal as the deformed half of his face waved wildly like flames, eyes clear in the anger they contained.
Pure Vanilla was leaning back as far as his back would allow without falling to the floor, his eyes wide with fear.
"N-No, Master, I would never-!"
"Talk!"
"I-I-I-I don't want to-!"
"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU SPILL IT, BOY? BEND YOU OVER MY KNEE AND GIVE YOU A SPANK LIKE AN UNDISCIPLINED CHILD???"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
...Shadow Milk had just realized what he let fall from his mouth, his eyes quickly swapping from fury to shock, his body sitting back on the couch in the blink of an eye.
Pure Vanilla blinked a couple of times before straightening his back, his own eyes riddled with confusion and something he could not place.
The continued silence from Shadow Milk made Pure Vanilla nervous.
"...Master-?"
Pure Vanilla's wrist was grabbed, his body pulled forward until he fell on Shadow Milk, bent over his lap. His brows furrowed in confusion. He was not...serious about this, was he?
The mortal attempted to get up, only for his body to be pushed back down and held in place by much stronger hands.
"You have been avoiding me.", Shadow Milk calmly said, giving Pure Vanilla major whiplash.
"Do you care to tell me why that is, Pure Vanilla Cookie?"
Pure Vanilla swallowed. His hands could not help but hold onto Shadow Milk's leg as he weakly shook his head. It was a gesture so small, one could not tell if it was meant to even be one. He could practically feel Shadow Milk rolling his eyes at this.
"Use your words, Vanilla. I hate the silent treatment."
"I-I don't want to answer-"
Pure Vanilla's hands hurried to cover his mouth as his behind received a rough smack.
"Did...did you just-"
"If you want me to stop right here, you will talk to me.", Shadow Milk cut him off, "You have nothing nefarious to hide, do you?"
Pure Vanilla swallowed, his throat refusing to form words. He prayed that Shadow Milk could not see his flushed face from this angle.
"I-It's-"
"If the next words out of your mouth are 'it's nothing', I swear."
"I-It's not your fault.", Pure Vanilla quickly said.
"Of course it isn't!", Shadow Milk groaned, "Am I ever at fault, Pure Vanilla?"
"N-No-"
"Then why have you been acting the way you have this past week?"
"I-It was...a...I..."
Shadow Milk narrowed his eyes at Pure Vanilla, already raising an arm. Pure Vanilla speaking again caused it to stop halfway through the motion.
"It was just a dream.", Pure Vanilla admitted with his head hung as low as possible to hide his embarassed expression, "You were in a...v-very vivid dream and I...um...I felt...embarassed."
Shadow Milk raised an eyebrow at the confession. Pure Vanilla Cookie had dreamt of him? He did not know if he should feel flaterred just yet.
"And pray tell.", Shadow Milk continued, "What was the context of this dream of yours, Pure Vanilla Cookie?"
Pure Vanilla could not curl in on himself in the position he had been put in. Shadow Milk could feel his own leg rubbing the floor because of how much the arms holding it were shaking. He was growing impatient, bouncing the leg the upper half of Pure Vanilla was being supported on to indicate so.
"I...I-I don't want to say-"
Shadow Milk groaned louder before smacking Pure Vanilla harder than before.
"It was a wet dream!", Pure Vanilla blurted out before he could stop himself, immediately covering his mouth.
Shadow Milk's head snapped to look down at the man currently bent over his lap with the most flabbergasted expression he had likely ever made. Before he could question what Pure Vanilla had just confessed any further, words were spilling from the man like running water.
"I am so sorry. I-I was already ashamed and I didn't have the courage to tell you outright and I-!"
Pure Vanilla was pulled back by his hair, landing on his knees next to Shadow Milk's leg. He was met with an easy expression as Shadow Milk placed a hand on his own chest.
"Vanilly, honey, there is no need to be ashamed."
"I...There i-is not..?"
Shadow Milk laughed at how hesitantly Pure Vanilla had asked that question, "Why would there be? Come on, Pure Vanilla Cookie, look at me! It is only natural your curious little mind would wonder how it would feel~"
Pure Vanilla's face had somehow grown redder than before, his gaze darting away from Shadow Milk's as the god let go of his hair and gave the mortal a couple of pats on the head.
"See? It was not that hard for you to tell me this, was it now?", Shadow Milk said as he got up and restored the door to Pure Vanilla's room.
Pure Vanilla clumsily got to his feet, hurrying to lower his head to see Shadow Milk out.
"O-Oh I...I-I don't deserve you, Master."
Shadow Milk stopped just shy of the door, his impulsiveness winning him over as his lips twitched into a smile. He opened the door, but did not step out.
"Pure Vanilla Cookie."
"Y-Yes-?"
Pure Vanilla's face was cupped with one hand and raised to look up at Shadow Milk. Their lips met for a single moment, just enough for one to recognize the taste of the other, before Shadow Milk cruelly pulled away.
"Sweet dreams~", Shadow Milk told the other before leaving the room.
Shadow Milk's back met his bed. It was rarely used, the Beast having no real need for sleep. The smile had long left his face as he let out a long exhale. A hand reached up to his lips, briefly brushing them as the taste of Pure Vanilla's lips remained. Creamy, floral, as warm and comforting as the other man was-
The Beast actually slapped himself at the thought, much to his own surprise. Shadow Milk groaned as he turned to lay on his stomach. His head was throbbing. Maybe he should have settled with Pure Vanilla's silent treatment until the man's shame subsided.
Shame...
The reminder made Shadow Milk raise his eyebrows. Pure Vanilla did not think himself worthy of Shadow Milk, nothing like the bold proclaimations that he was understood Pure Vanilla's other version had bombarded him with in the past.
Shadow Milk hummed as he burried his face into one of the many pillows, his fingers playing with the golden tassles...Was this what he had been upset about?
"What a ridiculous notion..."
...He licked his lips experimentaly, to see if the taste of vanilla was still on them. Witches, it was. Shadow Milk flinched as his hips jerked forward. Oh, this was beyond pathetic! Was Shadow Milk Cookie really that touch starved that he was humping a damn pillow?!
"...Fuck it...", Shadow Milk groaned as he felt his pants becoming tighter, to the point of being almost painful.
Shadow Milk forced all of his eyes shut and bit his lip as he started moving his hips. It's not like what he was doing was wrong. If anything, this was making it even between him and Pure Vanilla Cookie.
Swallowing down a noise as he reached a hand down to unbutton his pants, Shadow Milk began to wonder if he'd find sex with Pure Vanilla actually enjoyable. Oh, and he would do him good too, that prude deserved some loosening up-
"Mn~"
Shadow Milk's cock finally sprung free, granting him some relief as he grinded it against the large pillow. If he tried hard, Shadow Milk could imagine it was an actual body underneath him, one soft and tan. His hand gripped the pillow tight, reliving the sensation of Pure Vanilla's subtle curves. The hand he had used to spank Pure Vanilla earlier twitched as it gripped the sheets. Shadow Milk could taste jam on his tongue as his teeth pierced his own dough, his fantasy becoming more vivid. He'd shove Pure Vanilla's overly apologetic face into the soft pillows of his bed by his long, blonde hair, paying no mind to any protests as he made the man arch his back in pleasure as he fucked the air out of his lungs. He just knew Pure Vanilla would be sensitive, his face flushed in perceived shame as his body could not help but move with Shadow Milk's thrusts. He'd spread his legs wider, beg Shadow Milk to keep going like there was no tomorrow in his immortal life, to-!
"G-Gah-!"
Shadow Milk's hips stuttered as he came, the Beast's eyes flying open as he took deep breaths. He almost felt disappointed that the sight underneath him did not match his vision.
He raised himself on his hands, the corners of his mouth twitching as a giddy feeling blossomed in his stomach.
After that night, Pure Vanilla Cookie continued to remain silent in Shadow Milk Cookie's presence, trying to avoid eye contact. This time, Shadow Milk did not mind it as much. If anything, it gave him an opportunity to entertain himself, watching with hidden glee as Pure Vanilla would flinch and try to contain the flush on his face every time Shadow Milk would do as little as brush his knuckles against him.
All this teasing was to make sure Pure Vanilla Cookie had something to miss, as Shadow Milk would depart for two months on his next timeline-destroying bender.
Shadow Milk Cookie's return was one unannounced, unlike any other one. He did not need any distractions tonight.
The Beast feared he might had been too tired to enact his plan, but all energy seemed to come right back to his dough at the sight of Pure Vanilla flinching as Shadow Milk's shadow enveloped him from behind, the mortal sandwiched between the god and the bookshelf. The library was devoid of any other cookie but them.
"Pure Vanilla Cookie~"
Pure Vanilla swallowed.
"W-Welcome back...M-Master Shadow Milk Cookie...", the mortal managed to stutter.
Pure Vanilla fought back a flinch as Shadow Milk placed a hand on his shoulder.
"How kind of you to welcome me back.", Shadow Milk said with a smile, "Won't you join me for a little walk?"
Pure Vanilla nodded stiffly.
The farther the two of them climbed the stairs of the Spire, the more confused Pure Vanilla Cookie became. They had walked past the work stations, past the followers' chambers, climbed up higher and higher until the surroundings had ceased to be familiar to Pure Vanilla.
"Master...if I am allowed to ask...where are we going...?"
"Ah, I would hate to spoil the surprise.", Shadow Milk replied.
Finally, the two were met with a door at the very top of the staircase, which Shadow Milk swung open with a smile. Pure Vanilla peered his head inside, seeing a room much larger than any of those the followers slept in. It was then that the realization dawned on him. This was Shadow Milk Cookie's bedroom. This was the only area of the Spire no one was allowed to enter, or even glimpse, regardless of their status.
Pure Vanilla was sure he had somehow violated this rule, and was already ready to run back down the stairs, only to be pulled inside the room by his arm, cut off from the outside completely as the door slammed shut.
Shadow Milk's lips were on his own before Pure Vanilla could ask any questions. His back was pushed against the wall as his mouth opened in surprise, allowing the god's long tongue to breach his lips. Pure Vanilla choked in surprise, not daring to push back as Shadow Milk grinded against him. This was most definitely not a dream, Pure Vanilla was sure he'd have woken up after the first grind, but Shadow Milk kept going.
After somewhat recovering from his initial surprise, Pure Vanilla attempted to return the kiss. It was messy, uncoordinated. This was Pure Vanilla's first real kiss, and it showed. It was a far cry from the short peck Shadow Milk had given him two months before. His inexperience must have been amusing to the god, because he could feel the grin on his face seconds before Shadow Milk pulled back.
"M-Ma-I..." Pure Vanilla snapped back to his senses, his mind unable to comprehend what was happening.
Shadow Milk tilted his head. Never could he have imagined finding Pure Vanilla Cookie this cute.
"Did I steal your tongue on accident, Vanilla?", he teased.
Pure Vanilla's face was as red as jam, the gears in his head grinding to a halt. He felt like he was ready to faint.
"I-I don't...I don't understand..."
Shadow Milk leaned closer to whisper in his ear.
"Vaniillaaaaa~"
Pure Vanilla shuddered as he felt the god's hot breath so close to him. Shadow Milk's hand caressed the other side of Pure Vanilla's face as he continued.
"How many of my followers have you heard have even stepped a foot in my room?"
"...N-None."
Shadow Milk smiled sharply as he pulled back, cupping Pure Vanilla's chin with one hand and urging his lips to part with the index finger of the other. He looked down at the mortal as if he was something precious, a shiny rock he had found hiding in the sand of a barren beach.
"The rumors were true, Pure Vanilla Cookie.", Shadow Milk admitted shamelessly, "I do play favorites~"
Pure Vanilla gasped before being thrown over Shadow Milk Cookie's shoulder, his back soon meeting the large mattress. He pushed himself up by his elbows, but made no move to close his sprawled legs as Shadow Milk advanced towards him.
Shadow Milk placed a hand on top of Pure Vanilla's knee, "Be a good doll for me, won't you?"
Pure Vanilla found himself nodding eagerly, despite his obvious nervousness. Shadow Milk gestured at Pure Vanilla's dress with his eyes, and the latter went to remove it with slippery hands. Finally, Shadow Milk could see what was hiding underneath the layers of dark velvet. He swallowed, as silently as he could.
"Stockings.", Shadow Milk observed as he grabbed Pure Vanilla's right leg and pulled it closer by the thigh, making the younger man lose his balance and fall back on the bed.
"I uh...I swear this was not intentional.", Pure Vanilla said, "They're just comfortable..."
Shadow Milk exhaled a laugh through his nose as one of his hands wandered past so he could cop himself a feel, letting the man go afterwards and sitting between his legs.
"Come on, sit up.", Shadow Milk urged, removing the undershirt which covered Pure Vanilla's torso and neck.
"Leave the stockings and hand warmers on.", Shadow Milk instructed as he tossed the garment in the pool which was the dress, "I find them rather charming-"
Shadow Milk flinched back as Pure Vanilla reached out to touch the cracked Soul Jam. Pure Vanilla immediately stopped, his expression losing its playfullness and searching for permission or denial on Shadow Milk's face. Shadow Milk looked down at the deformed gem, quickly removing it himself and setting in on the nightstand next to them. His eyes went back to Pure Vanilla, giving him a nod and allowing the man to move closer to unbutton his high collar shirt.
Diverting his attention to unbuttoning his pants, Shadow Milk stopped as Pure Vanilla did. He now had view of the scar Silent Salt Cookie's sword had left, a bitter reminder of his betrayal. Shadow Milk inhaled sharply as Pure Vanilla's warm hand slowly palmed the wound. There was no pity on his face, only concern.
"Old wounds, love.", Shadow Milk said, "Not all of them lea-!"
Pure Vanilla had bent down to kiss the scar. One kiss became many, peppering the scarred dough with gentleness. How was it this man's first time??
"V-Vanilla..."
Pure Vanilla stopped and lifted his head up at Shadow Milk, the rest of his body remaining on its hands and knees.
The Beast's dough turned a darker shade of blue at the sight. Oh, how could he have been deprived of this sight?
He pushed Pure Vanilla back into the mattress, ignoring the other's yelp as he began to pull off his underwear.
"Oh, gorgeous~...", Shadow Milk whispered, uncaring of where the garment fell as he hurried to remove the rest of his clothes. The deformed side of his face was flickering like a wild flame, his hands shaking as Shadow Milk strained to stop himself from burrying his cock into the warm body beneath him right then and there.
He brought a hand to Pure Vanilla's mouth, encouraging it to open up. Shadow Milk proceeded to coat his fingers in Pure Vanilla's saliva, the pads running across the tongue and relishing in the short gasps of hot breath the other let out.
Shadow Milk's own mouth had grown dry, already itching to explore as he pulled his fingers out.
"Be good.", Shadow Milk instructed with a grin as he inserted a finger inside Pure Vanilla, and then another.
The younger man threw his head back, his mouth struggling to stay closed to contain the small noises it produced. Shadow Milk licked his lips as Pure Vanilla's hands gripped the sheets below. He dug around inside the man's walls, stretching him out, searching for the sweet spot.
"A-Ah-!"
Found it.
Shadow Milk continued hitting the spot a few times, each time helping loosen Pure Vanilla's lips.
"Don't feel pressured to hold back any noise.", Shadow Milk said as he brushed the fluids his fingers had gathered on his dick, "No one but me will hear them~"
Whatever Pure Vanilla Cookie might have wanted to say came out as a scream instead, as Shadow Milk fully slammed himself inside, making the body below him jolt. Pure Vanilla's hands moved to hold on to Shadow Milk for dear life as the god started moving, protests swallowed by a long and bruising kiss.
Shadow Milk felt nothing short of pure and utter euphoria. It could have been the centuries he'd spent without bedding anyone, but the pressure around his dick was soothing. Pure Vanilla's mouth was warm and sweet, so much so that Shadow Milk had to remind himself the other needed to breathe, and that he could not hold his respiratory system hostage because of it. The pace he had set lacked any gentleness, ramming into Pure Vanilla with abandon and relishing every moan he ripped from the man.
"Am I the first to touch you like this, precious?" Shadow Milk already knew the answer, but wanted to head it from the man's lips.
Pure Vanilla tried to nod, only able to bury his head in Shadow Milk's shoulder as he clawed at the god's back.
"Y-Yes.", he managed to gasp out.
Shadow Milk kissed the crook of Pure Vanilla's neck before biting down, eliciting a scream from the mortal as jam spilled. Shadow Milk let not a single drop go to waste, lapping at the red liquid like a starving man. It tasted as divine as Shadow Milk had imagined. The Beast continued to pepper the soft dough with bites and kisses, wondering how long the bruising would last.
By then, Shadow Milk's thrusts had become slower, but dragged out longer, slammed harder. His hands found Pure Vanilla's hips as the man's legs wrapped around him. Shadow Milk lifted Pure Vanilla off the bed, never once seperating their bodies as he seated the younger on his lap. Pure Vanilla's hands remained wrapped around him, his legs unwrapping as a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine from the way he was penetrated in this new angle.
Shadow Milk traced Pure Vanilla's spine with an open palm, his hand mingling with the soft dough and hair which was beginning to stick with sweat. He rubbed circles on the man's back, urging his breathing to somewhat relax.
"Vanilla~" Shadow Milk lifted Pure Vanilla's chin with his other arm.
They had just started, and Pure Vanilla Cookie looked like an absolute wreck. Hair stuck to his sweat-soaked temple, eyes half lidded with lust, lips parted as the man did his best to calm his breathing, hitching as the hand on his back trailed down to his hip.
"Be a good boy and help yourself.", Shadow Milk said.
Confusion washed over Pure Vanilla's face only for a split second. Shadow Milk removed the fingers under his chin, letting Pure Vanilla's face fall in the crook of his neck.
"I-I'm sorry I...", Pure Vanilla breathed as he lifted his hips before slamming himself down on Shadow Milk, "Mn-! Not th-that g-good..."
Shadow Milk began kissing each bite mark he had left on Pure Vanilla, rubbing the hip to urge more movement. Pure Vanilla had been right when he stated his inexperience, his movements uneeven as his legs trembled. Shadow Milk found himself bucking his hips, impatient to return to the warmth of Pure Vanilla's insides. The shudder that escaped Pure Vanilla as a squelching sound was heard from under them fell right next to Shadow Milk's ear, making his patience break. Pure Vanilla nearly threw him on his back as Shadow Milk started manhandling him, slamming him down on his cock by his hips.
The god winced at the tug on his hair, but was rewarded with a kiss. It was better than their first one, though Pure Vanilla's tongue was still a little hesitant in its exploration.
Pure Vanilla's hips started matching Shadow Milk's thrusts, the god in no real need to guide them himself anymore.
"My my, aren't you a fast learner~", Shadow Milk breathed into the kiss. He let out a moan as Pure Vanilla's walls clenched around him at the praise. "Such a good boy~"
Pure Vanilla shakily moaned into the kiss, and Shadow Milk could feel his heart beating from how close their bodies were stuck together.
"Do you like it when I call you that, Vanilla?", Shadow Milk asked, his breath hot on Pure Vanilla's ear.
Pure Vanilla could only nod, words stuck to his throat in a knot. He yelped as his back met the matress once more, Shadow Milk lifting one of his legs over his shoulder.
"I fear you'll have to talk, sweetheart."
"I-!" Pure Vanilla was seeing stars from the next thrust, words disolving on his tongue like sugar paper.
Shadow Milk leaned in closer, surprised by Pure Vanilla's flexibility.
"I do!", Pure Vanilla managed between moans as he was being rammed into with little care.
Shadow Milk's face was once again inches away from Pure Vanilla's, hot breath coming from betwen jam stained teeth and urging the one below to keep trying to force words out of his mouth. Pure Vanilla's leg slipped from his shoulder, now both trying to pull Shadow Milk closer.
"Master...Shadow Milk Cookie...!"
Shadow Milk held the man's face in his hands, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Yes?", Shadow Milk asked, shaking from excitement.
"Hah~...H-Ha...!"
Shadow Milk leaned in closer, placing the deforemed side of his face next to Pure Vanilla's mouth.
"Tell me what you want, Vanilla.", he grinned.
Pure Vanilla Cookie's hands shot up to wrap around him again, their grip much tighter than before.
"Don't stop-! I-I want more-god! O-Oh god, harder~"
Shadow Milk's eyes widened, his hips stuttering as he came. Pure Vanilla followed, staining his stomach with bodily fluids. But they did not stop. Shadow Milk took only a brief pause before returning to a brutal pace, grinning like a madman.
"Oh, how could I ever deny you~?" He pulled Pure Vanilla into a short, open mouthed kiss, thick traces of saliva connecting them as they parted.
The knowledge that Pure Vanilla Cookie would never find an experience even reaching close to this night. He would have to come back to this, again and again.
"Such a good doll~", Shadow MIlk purred into the soft dough, "Perhaps I should keep you here, to keep my bed warm. You would like that, wouldn't you, Pure Vanilla Cookie~?"
Pure Vanilla bit his shoulder, earning a harsher thrust from the man above.
"A-Anything for you-!", Pure Vanilla gasped, "I would...I-I would-!"
Shadow Milk kissed him again, until all air left his lungs. He urged Pure Vanilla's legs to spread wider, to welcome every inch of him inside to rearrange his guts.
He didn't recall when he had ended up on his back, only that the one riding him was sending jolts of pleasure down his malformed body. Pure Vanilla's hands settled on his chest to support his body, occasionally leaving to gently brush the wound lower down.
"Keep going~", Shadow Milk urged.
The second orgasm of the night erupted between the two, Pure Vanilla's hips ceasing their movement and his back hunched along with his head, catching his breath. Shadow Milk bit his lip at the warmth still enveloping him, eyes focusing on Pure Vanilla's face as he moved closer, noses inches apart.
"Master...", Pure Vanilla breather, leaning in for a kiss.
Shadow Milk started leaning in, only for Pure Vanilla to drop on his chest, losing conciousness.
Shadow Milk had decided to be nice, cleaning up the unconcious Pure Vanilla and wrapping him in a soft robe before laying him down on clean sheets.
He had actually grown a little fearful when the mortal had collapsed on top of him, thinking he had somehow overdone it and straight up killed the man. Pure Vanilla Cookie was still alive, only having bled a little at the rough penetration.
Shadow Milk Cookie swallowed as he looked at the sleeping man next to him. He looked so serene when he was asleep. A hand reached out, knuckles gently brushing against his warm cheek.
The Beast thought back to the question which had started this, his feelings towards Pure Vanilla Cookie. Now, he was certain it was not just temporary pleasure. He could never see himself tire of this.
Shadow Milk licked his lips with a smile, knowing that when all is said and done, this would be the only Pure Vanilla Cookie to ever exist. The one who revered him, thinking himself unworthy to even be near him, falling apart like putty in his hands.
Perhaps he would do what Eternal Sugar had, grant the man immortality and keep him by his side forevermore. Maybe he'd remove Pure Vanilla from the library entirely, keep him in the bedroom, ready to be used whenever his Master felt he wanted a warm body to fuck. This is where Pure Vanilla belonged. With Shadow Milk Cookie.
Shadow Milk flinched slightly as Pure Vanilla moved in his sleep, pulling his hand away. All Pure Vanilla did was hug the pillow tighter, lulled back into slumber.
Laying down with a short chuckle, Shadow Milk took the other in his arms, holding him close. Yes, he could get used to this.