Every End Has A Beginning

*So soft... Where am I right now? Why is it feel so bright? And most of all... WHO HAS CHANGED ME INTO NEW CLOTHES?! Okay calm down the only way to figure out my surroundings is to stay vigilant but calm and quiet because if what I open my eyes to is a gigantic monster than yelling is not a good idea.*

Opening his dazzling blue eyes, he was welcomed to the sight of a familiar bedroom that he has definitely seen before the bright golds and creamy like whites were something he recognized it was just like the room he had made for- Oh no. Why is he here!? He was last on the shores of beast yeast and now he was in the bedroom of the one cookie he wished to never see again but what made it worse is that he can't get away far enough with teleportation magic.

Still too weak to conjure anything above a small rabbit which in this moment wasn't the most useful of tricks and while still regaining strength it would be a waste to use it on something so small.

No one was in the room when he woke up and from looking around the room it seemed that there isn't any type of watch in the other's private quarters, which has left an opportunity to be taken and right now anything is better than being harassed by that ignorant king. If no one knew he had woken up he could pretend to be unconscious and hear what is going on around him and even if lucky some thoughts from the self proclaimed ruler. He was no stranger to waiting and using other senses than sight as being in that tree had made him accustom with such behavior and such abilities.

All he hoped for was that whatever the other has done while being unconscious was not too concerning especially because of how easy his physical body was to crumble. The thought made him shiver but also ponder if he could even walk or move at all, other than his eyes opening nothing else has moved and once moving hair using some magic now lay flat on the silky pillows. 

If he could not move he only had the option of waiting because if he was paralyzed temporarily it would mean he had no defense against any attack from the others. It was humiliating really, Shadow Milk was once a powerful beast with strong minions to help spread his deceit and evil across earth bread. But now he couldn't even move and all strength and support was gone, the spiral he had worked so hard to build and sustain was now rumble not to mention how he was held captive in his enemies bed in clothes that probably he owned.

He wanted to know how long he had been passed out because whatever time it had been, the longer he had been asleep would let him get a base to calculate how long it would take to regain all his strength. 

 While deep in thought he heard footsteps coming up the stairs that were possibly outside the door, so out of reflex he began the wait to see what would happen. 

Let the act begin.

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It had been just over a week after he had taken Shadow Milk into his room and has still to awake and show any sign of it either, no matter what type of magic was futile as none had woken the beast as well as herbs and the smell of food. The day had been a very long one and to now finally admire the beauty in his room felt like a blessing from how the Creme Republic had been breathing his neck. Opening the door he was met with the treasure laid unconscious on his bed, still asleep as usual. He still had the rags of the bodysuit he had changed Shadow Milk out of and it still smelt very vibrantly of the wearer, even if it held jam stains he still kept it.

To smell and feel the beast. 

It was his way of fulfilling the need to touch and feel the other, but the craving was only growing stronger by the hour and soon the smell and texture will not be enough to release the feeling and growing erection. Face flushed he buried his face into the material and rubbed it close to his faces now eyeing the cookie resting on his bed, never breaking the glare smelling the scent of the other while imagining the Shadow Milk in different positions while panting with saliva dripping on his precious clear skin.  Eyes filled with tears of pleasure and white liquid over his slim figure, his neck covered in deep reds and purple marks from sucking and bites. Their hair a mess draped over their small shoulders shaking from emotion and pleasure flooding his body eyes staring into his while they... 

Pure Vanilla now visibly blushed and hard from the vivid imagery, while the other was asleep it wouldn't be that bad to release a little bit of the erection now sticking out even under all the robes. No one hear him as his room was higher up in a spiral tower and now thinking about it was kind of ironic, but while no one could hear he should just do it. The only risk is that Shadow Milk would wake up from the groans and whimpers, if he did wake up to that it would not only be the most embarrassing thing he had ever done but also close off the ever so small chance that they would become friends. But to say something quite obvious is that he would prefer to be more than just friends and a lot more with certain physical activities. 

Letting off some steam wouldn't be too bad would it? Just a little and then he would go back to his routine, and its not like Shadow Milk is awake to hear it now is he?

What could go wrong?