Fantasy AU The Threads of Time and Fate (Kastellanos)

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope began to stir in her sleep, feeling Hart’s gentle caressing and kisses trailing her skin. She let out a soft moan from the feeling, her eyes fluttering awake- “Hart?” She called out to him, her eyes focusing in on his head and frame. She then began to feel a little bit warmer than expected, but it was day two of her monthly, so she wasn’t surprised.

It also didn’t help that Hart was biting and leaving small love marks on her skin. She especially loved the way he had coaxed her awake, and she moved to where her hands could come up and touch on his face lightly.

“Mm..I’m awake..” she promised, blinking away the sleep in her eyes. “I just.. need a moment,” she asked of him, letting out another soft breath, clearly turned on from him, even if it had been from his kisses and biting specifically. It was hard to explain but being turned on this easily…wasn’t surprising.

She then fully looked to him, one hand moving and touching the base of his antlers ever so slightly. She wanted to see him react to it, even if it meant it would stop him from touching her body in this moment. She wondered how he would respond, and if they were as sensitive as she believed them to be, she..might use that to her advantage.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart's eyes lit up as her hands touched his face, her fingers tracing the curves of his cheeks and jawline. He felt a surge of affection and love for her, and his kisses grew more gentle, more loving. As she asked for a moment, Hart nodded, his lips still brushing against her skin, but he gave her the space she needed.

But when her hand touched the base of Hart's antlers, Hart's entire body stiffened, his senses coming alive. His antlers were sensitive, extremely so, and the touch sent shivers down his spine. It was as if his entire being was connected to those delicate, spiraling bones, and when her fingers made contact, it sparked a pleasure so intense, that Hart's breath caught in his throat. It wasn't the normal sensation he got when fighting off beasts or scrapping them against trees, if he wasn't already aching to enter his mate again, he was now.

"Ah, the way you t-touch me..." Hart whispered, whimpering almost, his voice barely audible, as he struggled to contain the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. "My mate d-don't do that again unless you are prepared for what will happen."

Hart felt his heart racing, his pulse pounding, as he struggled to contain the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. His body twitched, ever so slightly, and Hart's eyes fluttered closed, his face contorting in a mix of pleasure and surprise. The touch was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but wonder what other secrets his body held, what other pleasures he could experience with Penelope.

"Touch me again," Hart commanded softly, as if testing a boundary, his voice filled with longing, as he opened his eyes and looked at her. His voice became a bit deep as he gave his command in a still respectable manner. "Please, touch me again. I want to feel that pleasure again, to explore it with you."

"I love you," Hart whispered, his voice filled with emotion, as he looked at her with adoring eyes. "I love the way you make me feel, the way you touch me. I feel like I'm home when I'm with you, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be." Hart worried that his command was too harsh, still worried and trying to treat Penelope as a fragile being, scared he might break her without even trying if he allowed himself to slip too much in a frenzied mating state.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope watched as he reacted to her, and the words he told her, she figured had been a warning. She suddenly drew back her hands, worried she had made him hurt in some way. But when he commanded her to touch him again, she couldn’t help but feel a bit warmer from how his voice had changed, the soft tone suddenly deepening.

She then slowly reached out again, touching a bit more firmly than before, trailing her delicate fingers on top of the base to his antlers. “Like this?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks were stained red, but she continued like he had asked her to.

When he told her that he loved her, the next words that fell from her lips came straight from her own heart. “I love you too,” she replied, her eyes focusing on his face. “Everything that I am, I want to give it to you— to me, I..I don’t want to be anywhere else, I want to stay with you,” she tells him next, her own heart racing a bit faster than she would have liked. “Because..my heart knows where it’s home is, and that’s with you..”

“Please,” she lowered her voice into a whisper once more, “Don’t worry about being careful around me,” she tells him next, her hands moving to touch his chest lightly, “I want you to love me and..” her cheeks darkened as she explained this, “do anything you wish with me, as I want to experience everything with you,” Penelope looked up to his face, her eyes settling on his. She tried to steady out her breathing, but couldn’t help it— she then leaned closer to him, capturing his lips into a kiss, working her mouth against him slowly. Although she had been a novice, anything with him was coming quite naturally to her. And she was thankful it was, she was worried she might have done something completely wrong for the situation, but she just wanted to kiss him, and love him, and have him love on her.

 

[Kastellanos]

As Penelope's words hung in the air, Hart's eyes blazed with a primal urge, his pupils dilating as he gazed at her with a hunger that couldn't be tamed. He reached out, his hands grasping her waist, pulling her close with a ferocity that made her gasp. His lips crushed against hers, his tongue probing, demanding, as he took what he wanted with savage abandon. The sound of his own growl vibrated through his chest, a low, rumbling noise that seemed to emanate from the very depths of his being. Whatever restain Hart had before seemed to mostly vanish, all he could think of was breeding and marking his mate, making his territory known.

Hart's hands roamed her body, touching, and caressing, as he explored her curves. Hart could feel his desire growing, his passion building, as he took her, claimed her, made her his. His fingers dug deep into her skin, leaving small, red marks as he pulled her closer, his nails scraping against her flesh like claws. He bit her lips, her neck, and her shoulders, leaving small, love marks on her skin as he marked her as his own, but still careful enough to not break Penelope's skin in any of his actions.

As they kissed, Hart's body began to tremble with anticipation, his muscles coiling like a spring, ready to unleash their pent-up fury. He felt his desire building, his passion growing, as he waited for the moment to take her, to claim her, to make her his. Hart pulled back, his eyes burning with intensity, as he gazed at her with a fierce, animalistic hunger. He saw the love in her eyes, the desire, and he knew that she was his, his to take, his to claim, his to possess. With a snarl, Hart pulled her close, his hands grasping her hips as he pulled her onto his lap, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. He positioned her for his entry, his hips thrusting upward in a slow, torturous motion. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, as Hart slowly began to enter her, his body trembling with anticipation.

As he spoke, his voice was a low, rumbling growl, a sound that seemed to vibrate through every cell of his body. "You're mine," he growled, his breath hot against her skin, his words a primal claim of ownership. "You're mine, and I'll never let you go." His body began to move, his hips thrusting slowly, as he took her, claimed her, made her his. Hart was like a completely different being than the one yesterday, there was no nervousness or hesitation in his actions.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

The moment Hart firmly brought her against him, she couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp, loving the way he suddenly had taken over the dominance of the kiss. Her voice suddenly vibrated out in a sweet moan, and Penelope began to feel his tongue with her own as it pushed through the barrier of her mouth. It was only when he began to dig his fingers into her flesh did she give out a surprised moan, at first unsure of what he had been doing but soon turning into wanting more of that feeling. And the way he bit her lips, her neck, her shoulders- caused Penelope to feel even more turned on than she had originally. Her hands moved and gripped on his forearms, pressing up into his bites, showing him that she was enjoying this.

When he pulled away, Penelope gazed at Hart, her eyes full of love and desire for him- and she was about to say something but before she could, he pulled her into his embrace once more, and on top of his lap now. The growl that had escaped from him made her cheeks turn a deep red, and she was turning ever so shy from the sound. Yet that shyness didn’t last long the moment Hart began to tease her entrance, and his tip would find how wet she had become from his actions alone. Her entrance was warmer than last night, only because she had freely shed without anything stopping it, so she had felt a bit sticky and uncomfortable. But those feelings had dissipated when Hart growled out his words that she was his- and so she knew that he would take care of her, no matter what.

She nodded to him, her face a blushing mess as she moaned out to him the moment he entered her fully, and her depths accepted his length perfectly- “y-yes! I’m completely y-yours!”she cried out happily, and moved herself on top of Hart the moment he began to thrust. If he looked down, he would see the trail of red that followed every time he pulled out. His mate was still in ‘heat’ and clearly wanted to be bred.

 

[Kastellanos]

Penelope's cry of pleasure was music to his ears, and Hart's response was to move her hips, to grind her down onto him. Hart could feel her depths accepting him and the sensation was almost too much to bear. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to thrust, his movements wild and untamed. The sound of her moans, the feel of her body responding to his, was all that mattered. His mind focused on breeding, but a small tiny bit seemed to make sure it wasn't too hard, though he was sure that his hold on her hips would leave bruises.

As they moved, Hart's senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of Penelope's body. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, feel the warmth of her skin, and taste the sweetness of her lips. His own body responded in kind, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts. He was a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, and Penelope was his mate, his primal instincts trying to constantly take over again and again.

"Mine," Hart growled, his voice low and primal, not thinking of what he was saying and only speaking to speak almost, but had noted how his mate enjoyed it earlier. "You're mine, Penelope. Every inch of you, every breath you take. You belong to me."

Without breaking rhythm, Hart shifted their position, lifting Penelope off his lap and spinning her around with ease. Hart pressed her against the bed, gripping her thighs and pulling her bottom half up, his body covering hers, and continued to thrust. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his movements fierce and unrelenting. The sound of their bodies slamming together was like music, a primal beat that echoed through the air. Hart's growls and Penelope's moans blended together, a symphony of pleasure and possession.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope’s thoughts began to turn incoherent as the pleasure Hart gave her became practically overwhelming. Her body buzzed with the sensation of ecstasy as he continued to thrust up into her, his hands gripping her in ways she never thought possible.

And even when he growled out that she was his, she couldn’t help but cry out in return, “Yes..com-completely yours!” And with that, she hadn’t even been able to resist on cumming. She squirted out against his shaft, the warm milky liquid spraying heavily- more so than she had done the previous night. “H-Hart..!” She cried out his name in a desperate gasp, as if to warn him, but had been too late in doing so.

Yet she couldn’t even another word in as Hart effortlessly flipped her around, the moment he did she took in a breath, mentally preparing herself for the rough fucking that would soon follow. She noticed she was now in the position of how a female elk would be underneath a male- and Hart’s vigor would match the current situation. Albeit a bit primal and possessive, Penelope didn’t quite mind. She would also wordlessly confess this as her depths squeezed and tightened around his cock with every thrust forward into her.

Penelope grasped at the blankets underneath her, her sweet, delectable moans continued to fill the air, permeating the area alongside of the lewd noises that she and Hart were both creating.

Hart would see her arch her ass back and up against his hips, wanting to feel more- and she could feel that knot in her stomach again, the building up of tension. She was certain that she may release again, and she wondered if Hart would enjoy seeing her cum like that, to which she blushed deeply at the thought.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart's eyes blazed with animalistic intensity as he gazed down at Penelope, her body arched beneath him, her depths squeezing around his cock with every thrust. He could feel the way she squeezed him, the way she tightened around him with every thrust, and he knew she was on the verge of another release. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her, his movements becoming more forceful, more primal, creating more fingerprint bruises into her soft flesh with how tightly he gripped his mate. Her moans growing louder, more desperate, Hart's growl deepened, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "Cum for me, Penelope," he rasped his words barely above a snarl. "Let go, and cum for me now."

Hart's hips drove into her, his thrusts becoming more furious, more possessive as if he was claiming her all over again, as if he was making sure even the gods above and below knew that this was his mate. He had already felt her cum on his cock once before, even if his mind pushed to focus on his coming release, he wanted one more time from his mate, an attempt to make sure she was satisfied before he was, even in his beastly state of mind.

He waited, growling and groaning as he trusted and held himself back, waiting for him to feel the now familiar tightening of Penelope cumming, Hart's eyes flashed with triumph, his release building, his body tensing, his muscles coiling, and then, in a surge of pleasure, he let go, his cum erupting from him, filling her once again. As he came, Hart's growl deepened, his body shuddering, his hips driving into her, holding her in place as he filled her with his seed, huffing and panting, watching sweat that had beaded on his skin drip onto her. Hart felt a sense of primal satisfaction, of possession, of claiming her as his own, and he knew that he would never let her go. She was his, completely and utterly his, and he would do whatever it took to keep her by his side.

"Penelope," Hart breathed out in between pants, his voice low and gentle, as he stroked her hair, her face, his touch soft and soothing. "Are you okay? Did I...did I hurt you?"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

At his command and the way his thrusts were faster and heavier, made Penelope cry out loudly for him- cumming on his length once more and squirting out as his cock thrusted into her depths. She made a mess while cumming, her thighs now dripping with her crimson release, he body shivering from the sheer pleasure she had felt.

And she continued to only feel more as Hart continued to drive himself into her, the feeling of his length swelling was incredible and she cried out once he came inside of her, her eyes widened and she lurched further into the blankets underneath her, feeling him keep his grip onto her— but she didn’t mind the feeling, she welcomed his heavy grip and the bruises that followed. It just further showed how she had been ‘marked’ by him.

Catching her breath, she gave a soft moan when he caressed her hair and face with his soft touch. “Yes..I’m alright..” she reassured him, turning her head and looking back at him. She noted the glistening on his chest and blushed deeply. “I just.. need to rest for a little bit,” Penelope tells him next, but knew it probably would be impossible for her to walk at all for a little while. Yet, she was happy, and content that he had fucked her in this way.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart's eyes never left Penelope's face as he gazed down at her, the look on his face was soft and filled with concern. He could see the exhaustion etched on her features and his eyes wandered to the forming bruises he had left behind. Hart felt a pang of worry, his mind racing with the thought that he might have been too rough, too intense with such mating. As he looked into her eyes, he saw only happiness, and his anxiety began to ease slightly as he relaxed.

Hart continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle, and soothing, as he whispered words full of love for his new mate. "You're sure you're alright?" he asked, his voice low, gentle. "I didn't hurt you at all? I shouldn't have been so rough."As Hart gazed down at her, he took in the sight of her thighs, dripping with her crimson release, and he felt a flush of pride, of possessiveness. He had marked her, claimed her as his own, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of happiness that radiated through him as he never thought he would have bee able to claim her as a mate.
"Let me start you a bath," he whispered, his voice gentle. "You can soak, relax, and I'll see about cleaning your clothes for you."

Hart's hands moved to gently lift her, to cradle her in his arms with barely effort with all the tenderness and affection he could, holding her close to his chest and frantically beating heart. He would take care of her, make sure she was okay, and he would do everything in his power to ensure her comfort, her happiness. As he carried her to the makeshift bathhouse within his home, he promised to himself that he would always care for this sweet, beautiful mortal with everything in him. "Are you hungry, my love?"

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Hart would see her smile softly to his words, shaking her head lightly, “I’m alright.. I’m not hurt,” she promised, and Hart would see that she actually was touching the bruises, a glimpse of desire left fleeting behind her eyes. She had definitely enjoyed what he had done, and she couldn’t wait for more days and nights like this with him.

At the words of him starting a bath and cleaning her clothes, she felt love surge in her heart more for him, and she leaned up to kiss on his jawline softly as he was carrying her. “Thank you my love..” she murmured out for the first time, blushing as she spoke those words. She couldn’t believe that he was hers, truly, it was remarkable. She laid her head against his chest now as he carried her to the makeshift bathhouse, her eyes closing slightly, she could definitely feel the wear on her body now, as the tiredness began to sink in.

Before sleep overtook her though, she moved her head once the bathhouse was near, and she looked around at it, marveling at the craftsmanship that Hart had created, and was impressed with it, even if it hadn’t been much, Penelope still thought of Hart to be incredible.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart carried Penelope with the utmost care, his grip gentle as he stepped through the quiet mid-morning toward the bathhouse. A smal building that stood nestled among the trees, a creation of his own hands, sort of. It was built from smooth, dark wood, with open slats in the roof that allowed light to spill through. Inside, the warm scent of herbs lingered in the air, a mixture of lavender, chamomile, and crushed pine needles wafted through and into the steaming water that filled the deep stone basin at the center. Small shelves lined the walls, holding carefully crafted soaps and salts, each one made from the bounty of the forest or gifts from generations of himself passed down.

Lowering Penelope onto a carved wooden bench, Hart moved with practiced ease, setting her clothes aside to be washed later. He ran a calloused hand through her hair, his touch slow, reverent. He gentley poured warm water over a cloth and bringing it to her skin. “I’m certain that in all my past lives, I’ve built this bathhouse this place for all the hard work each live puts in, knowing the next lives would be grateful for it. I'm happy to share this special place with you, my love.

His voice was soft as he helped her into the water, guiding her carefully, ensuring the warmth wrapped around her like an embrace. He could see the exhaustion settling into her limbs, the bruises blooming on her skin. Marks she bore from their mating, the feeling of satisfaction stirred in his chest at the sight, wanting to lean in and kiss each mark.

With steady hands, Hart reached for a small jar of wild honey and crushed rose petals, working the mixture into his palms before smoothing it over her shoulders. He massaged gently, his fingers kneading away the tension she held, seemingly knowing what he was doing as he had done the same countless times on himself.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope took in the scents of the bathhouse, the mixed smells creating a calming effect on her, and not to mention the way his hand felt in her hair helped her to relax further. Then, when Hart mentioned about his past lives, she gave a curious glance, “I’m wondering.. did your past lives ever meet my past lives?” She asked, but knew that perhaps reincarnation for humans were near impossible, but if she had been fated to be his mate, then it could be possible. Penelope blushed at that thought, and hoped Hart wouldn’t find it silly.

Once she was helped into the bath, she let out a relieved sigh- the water was helping ease her aches and pains, offering much needed reprieve on how she currently felt. But then again, this is how she felt after two mating sessions with Hart, making her cheeks darken further than her already flushed look, due to the hot water. She wasn’t necessarily sure if she wanted these aches to end, as it had proved Hart’s claiming of her. Biting her lip gently, she glanced at the bruises and felt pride swell up in her chest, these marks she would gladly and proudly show to anyone.

As he started to massage her shoulders, Penelope couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure, the feeling of him rubbing her aches and tension away felt so wonderful. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, obviously wanting more from him.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart paused for a moment, his hands stilling against her skin as he considered her question. His past lives… It wasn’t something he often spoke of, not because he wished to hide it, but because the knowledge of what he was had always been a constant. He had lived countless lives, but he was always Hart in a sense and seemed to be thinking of a way to put it for her.

“Well…” he said finally, his voice soft and thoughtful, seemingly still gathering the words to explain it. “I do not live as others do, reborn into a new form with no memory. I am always me, in a sort of way, my love. It's hard to explain, sometimes I think i dream of other lives, and wish I could speak with them for guidance.” His fingers traced slow, gentle circles over her shoulders, the warmth of the water deepening his touch. “it's like the flow of a river, always the same route, but never the same waters as before… Does that make sense, my love?”

Hart let his fingers drift lower, kneading into the delicate curve of her shoulder blades and careful to not wander too much. The sound that had left her lips made him pause briefly, his heart skipping a beat as he fought off his instincts. “Penelope, my dear, I should warn you against making sure noises like that. Unless you wish for more…” Hart's soft voice deepened toward the end, hinting at what he meant and intended with his tone.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope listened to him explain, and she gave a soft hum in response, “I think..I understand,” she murmured and then wondered if he did remember any of his past lives, a brief memory perhaps of him loving her in a past life as well may have been something, but she wasn’t sure. Then it really reminded her that she was just a mere mortal, but she hoped that if she did reincarnate, she could find him again so he wouldn’t have to be alone.

At his words her cheeks darkened considerably before she bit her lip gently. “What..?” She asked but knew what he was talking about. She saw that look in his eyes and she became rather shy. “You’re telling me you could go another round?” She asked softly and slightly embarrassed, genuinely curious, she had heard rumors men could only go so much in one day, but then again Hart wasn’t an ordinary man.

Then she moved her hands and touched on her bruises gently. “I..wouldn’t mind, if it’s gentle this time—“ she tells him, knowing what she meant too, “I want you to mate me as many times possible before my ‘heat’ is over-“ she knew what she was saying, framing it like that. Perhaps he would understand and know that she loved him deeply, and deepening their bond meant everything to her.

 

[Kastellanos]

Hart's eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity as he gazed at Penelope, his fingers gently stroking her skin. He felt a pang of worry and a touch of uncertainty inside of him and so, he asked again, his voice low and husky, yet the curiosity could be heard as he questioned his love. "Are you sure, my love? You're not too sore, too tired? I don't want to hurt you, to push you too far."

Hart’s fingers moved, gently, to Penelope’s thighs, to the sensitive flesh hidden in the water. He stroked her, softly, his touch teasing, as he asked, "How can you want more, so soon? We were just...so intense. I don't want to overwhelm you, to exhaust you." Hart’s mind raced with the thought of how she could be ready for more, so soon. It felt like a mystery to the guardian.

As Hart touched her, he could feel the desire start to bubble inside of him and he knew that he wanted her again, but he was also worried for Penelope, he didn’t want her to push herself for him, only willing to mate with her again on her wish. Hart spoke, wanting to hear it from Penelope that she truly wanted it yet again. "Tell me, my love, what do you want? What do you need? I'll give it to you. If you need anything, please, don't hide from me. I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling." He watched her carefully, his eyes studying the small human woman and looking for any signs of hesitation.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Penelope nodded towards him, her eyes gazing back at his face as her own held steady in her resolve. Hart would see no hesitation in her gaze and hear none in her voice when she had moaned out the words, “I am certain,” she told him truthfully, she was enjoying the way he was currently touching her, even if it was only teasing.

“Yes my body aches and I am sore but I still…want you,” she admitted now, blushing more and glancing away shyly. She then bit her lip slightly before looking back at him. “Hart..my love,” she began softly, “I’d love one more round with you, but it doesn’t have to be as intense from before..” she pointed out to him, giving a soft smile, before moving against his hand slightly and moaning softly from the feeling of his fingers brushing up against her sensitive folds still.

“And after..I think I’ll finally rest,” she promised him, knowing he was probably worried for her wellbeing.