The Hut

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(Hello all! I want to be clear on something! My writing style may change from time to time because I use both mobile and computer to write and etc. If you are ever confused on something go ahead and comment! I will try to clear it up! )
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"SkekMal, pleaaase...." whimpered Chamberlain as the pair set forth. SkekMal's still stiffened piece twitched against his armor, which did not help at all in the situation. "Chamberlain... I will say this only once more...: shut. the. fuck. up. please" growled the Hunter as he stared deeply into SkekSil's eyes. SkekSil reared his head back a bit and peered, his beak shutting tight and he turned he head back towards the seemingly invisible trail. SkekMal felt bad, of course, but Chamberlain just wouldn't be quiet. He wanted to continue their earlier pursuit, just somewhere more comfortable.

Home.

SkekSil didn't understand. They were to be returning to the castle, not to a Podling village. He crooked his head and stared at the small brown creatures as they continued their merry making, not noticing the two Skeksis. As if they were used to seeing them.
"Hunter... why don't they flee? We are lords of the Cry-"
"You are a lord of the crystal, Chamberlain. Not I. They don't flee because I see them often. We trade goods every week, I live in a hut not too far from here". SkekMal's tone was very calm compared to earlier, he tried to keep it like that. He fixed the bag that was hanging off of his shoulders and strode through the village.

SkekSil was slow to follow. He was to busy sight seeing, this particular village was bright, tall and full of noise. It had it's own market place with small stands, (which were hard not to trip on mind you), and the childings were everywhere. "S-So full of life! One of the largest villages have seen!" Exclaimed SkekSil in shock. SkekMal nodded and finally stopped moving once they were on the outskirts once more, "I felt the same when I first arrived. The group are very lively and joyful" he explained.
"Like us when we all first were divided".

SkekMal gave a laugh and continued forewards, SkekSil trailing close behind. They finally happened upon what seemed to be an abandoned hut... it was covered with ivy and moss, was almost twenty feet tall and seemed to be able to house exactly six poding. "This is my home. It used to be a Podling ceremoy hall but was abandoned after their original leader passed.. " explained SkekMal as he opened the wooden door, SkekSil walked in and lost is breath. It was full of plants, many a different kind. There was a cot set near a fireplace, and enough essentials to keep one alive. It was not fancy or modern by any means.... but it was beautiful in a sense. "It's... so.. different!" Managed Chamberlain. SkekMal crooked a brow and sighed "You've been used to living a spoiled life.. its not much but it's just for the night".
SkekMal set down the bag of meat and began sorting, he held up a Landstrider foot and stared for a bit- they were known for their tiny feet... he could make a charm out of it perhaps.
He set the foot aside and continued sorting, glancing at the Chamberlain as he strolled about the hut, studying every corner carefully. SkekMal admired the Chamberlain's carefullness, a rare attribute that not many Skeksis had. SkekMal smiled softly and sighed, he stood up once again and pushed the bag to the side with his foot.
Did he feel comfortable enough?...
Maybe..
Yes.
Slowly and carefully, SkekMal removed the skull mask that he wore, revealing a scarred face. Not a singly inch was left natural, but it did not look demolished. It had many lines, divits and was a lighter shade than the rest of him. He hung he mask on a hook and looked at SkekSil, whom taken a noticed and mouth was agape. "What?" Sneered SkekMal, preparing himself to put the mask back on.
"You look... well.. stunning? Different..."

SkekMal was surprised at the compliment, or so he took it as one. "Well thank you, SkekSil-" he jumped as hands touched his face softly, SkekSil studying him like a librarian does a book. It caused the Hunter's heart the pitter and reminded him of the pain down below... "So curious and wonderous... am surprised Hunter hides face..."

The Hunter puffed his chest proudly and smiled more, "It's nothing truly-" another surpise by a nuzzle against his beak. It wad hard to stay strong and rutheful around the Chamberlain... the skeksis treated him so kindly. He gave in and nuzzled back. "Why are you so nice to me?.."
"We all are nice, we hide ourselves by hate and anger; never hate Hunter... always care for... and still want.." Chamberlain cooed and he moved in closer, hands weaving in the fabric of SkekMal's armor. SkekMal growled playfully, happy by this answer. "still want what, dear SkekSil?" He proded. SkekSil always had a way with words that could send SkekMal mad.

"You, dearest SkekMal.." cooed SkekSil as he toyed his hand over the lift of SkekMal's armor where his piece was hidden. SkekMal let a small groan out with anticipation, he had to lean against the wall. His legs were going weak. SkekSil purred and lifted the flap, his hand almost touching... than he pulled away abruptly. SkekMal growled and stared needily, hungrily.

He did not enjoy being teased.

SkekSil cackled a bit and began to walk off proudly, giving a small yelp as SkekMal latched onto his side and pulled him close again; he could practically feel the Hunter breathing down his neck. "Upset you, hmm?"
"Very much so"
SkekMal growled and bared his teeth over the Chamberlain's neck, causing the other to moan a bit. SkekMal bit down gently and moved SkekSil so he pressed against him. "SkekMal! Agh, Easy! Sharp!!" The Chamberlain's voice wavered and caused SkekMal to go more feral.
"I will go as hard as I please, prey".
Chamberlain moaned as he felt claws sink once again into his hips. "Please... I beg of you SkekMal; don't stop like did last time.. mm.. ".
SkekMal tossed the Chamberlain onto the cot, clambered on top of the smaller Skeksis and growled hungrily. SkekSil whimpered and prepared himself.

What a wonderful night it was....

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