Like A Moth To A Flame

Marras Chapter II

A young escort meets with his patron.

M / M ┃ Moth/Hare x Elk  ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Anal┃ Masturbation ┃ Vaginal sex ┃ +4k words

Content Warning: Trans masc body with a vag, no tits tho. Implied past abuse. Body horror. Implied (un)deadish baby (WHAT?!)

Hundreds of years ago, when humanity’s light finally faded, another species took its place as the dominant species. As the bipedal thaunon rose from the ashes of the long-dead humans, they inherited the ravaged land of Kaaruu.


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The bedding underneath Kypriss’ nude body was made from the finest moss fibers and even though it looked like a soft moss bed, it felt silky to the touch. It took years to make such beautiful fabric, especially at that size, and it cost more than Kypriss could ever earn in a lifetime. Yet, here he was, lying naked on one, waiting for his latest patron to arrive. The white moth brushed his ears and coat carefully with one hand, feeling slightly nervous. The porcelain mask covering his face dug into his skin alone was uncomfortable enough, yet it wasn’t the reason for his shyness. Kypriss had met his elchen patron only once before, but it had been enough to make Lord Gair of the Emberbark rent Kypriss and invite him to the Emberbark Keep in Old Grove as his personal companion for six days, a very respectable assignment only a few grisets would dare to decline and Kypriss wasn’t going to miss his chance at rising the guild ranks.

The hinges of the dark wooden door creaked aloud as the Lord of the Old Grove stepped in, his cloven hooves made the wood beneath them groan under the heavy weight. Seeing Kypriss' slender nude body lying on his bed made the old man smile warmly towards the boy and Kypriss reciprocated the gesture with a smile of his own though it was hidden by his mask. The elkish ruler closed the door behind him and sat by Kypriss’ side, lifting his head by the chin with his forefinger.

“Can’t you take that mask off? Just for once, my chaz?” he pleaded in a gravelly voice. Lord Gair’s matte dark brown fur betrayed his age, and there was one large scar on his face, whatever had slashed him had just barely missed his eyes and made a deep wound across his face, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that Kypriss found attractive.

“I’m afraid that would be against the guild rules, m’lord,” Kypriss replied, letting his eyes do the gentle smiling for him, “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, m’lord, it’s time for you to relax,” he cooed to the man thrice his size, hiding his nervousness behind his mask. Kypriss began slowly undressing his lord, freeing the heavy dark green cape from the hooks holding it in place and letting it fall down with a loud thud, Kypriss’ nimble fingers got into the fastening of the wooden breastplate and quickly unclasped it as well. The exquisite pitch-black wood glowed in colors resembling the embers of a dying fire even in the dusk-shrouded room. The finely crafted armor was lighter than any other metal, but almost as strong as the scaled steelsilk, perfected over the decades of delicate craftsmanship done by Lord Gair’s bloodline who kept it a safely guarded secret.

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Soon, Kypriss found what he was looking for underneath the layers of cloth, the dark, coarse fur covering the skin aching for his tender touch. He pushed Lord Gair gently to make him lay down on his feathery black wings and moved on top of him, moving his bare hips against the newly nude sturdy frame and brushing the lord’s upper body with his fingers.

“Oh, my poor little lord, I can feel your radiating tension,” the white moth teased, playfully caressing the lord’s most sensitive spots, making him shiver from desire. Kypriss pulled closer to Gair’s face and whispered, “... It doesn’t even compare to the yearning I have between my thighs for you.” Lord Gair’s slim yet lengthy pole popped up like a springed trap from its pouch and Kypriss pulled away lifting his butt enough to get the hardened member between them and began to sway his hips upright, letting the lord’s pouch fluids smear all over his rear while listening with enjoyment the passionate groaning beneath him.

Over the past few years, Kypriss had learned a lot about what his patrons wanted and had come to the conclusion that there were only two types; those who wanted to dominate and those who wanted to be dominated, but only if they thought they were the ones in charge, to Kypriss’ relief, the Lord Gair wanted to be dominated even if he would never admit it. Lords and ladies of his status had to stay on the reins even in their private lives or face the possibility of losing the power they had either gained or been born into. To Kypriss it had been the only truth he had ever known and it had only been strengthened by his experiences. The men he had been with who only wanted to dominate were dangerous, they took their frustrations out in violent ways, a sign of which Kypriss bared on his lower back and on the back of his neck behind the dark hair, the marks were left on him almost two years ago, but the stinging had eased only a little, slithering into his body and mind periodically.

“Hmm, you feel so good m’lord,” Kypriss hummed, “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.” Lord Gair grabbed Kypriss by the hips, digging his nails deep into the moth’s skin, and moaned, thrusting his erect cock between the boy’s cheeks.

“L-let… Me… Have you…Then…” the Elch huffed and Kypriss was willing to provide, he bent his hips to allow the lord’s small crown to push against his rim and began to put pressure on it. His preparations had paid well when the coned tip plunged in with ease. Kypriss gasped and matched his pace with Lord Gair, squeezing the member inside his ass with his muscles. Where the lord lacked in width, he made up in length and with each thrust, Lord Gair was able to reach deeper inside. Kypriss panted loudly behind his mask, enjoying the feeling of the shaft as the elk lord furiously pommeled into Kypriss’ hole, making his pussy leak on the dark brown fur under him.

Kypriss quickened his movements before slamming down, taking in the full length of his patron, who let out a bellowing grunt as his pouched balls pulsed between Kypriss’ tights and released the hidden molten treasure inside them into Kypriss. The Lord of the Old Grove gasped for air as his potent seed found its goal with Kypriss still riding on top, milking every single drop the Lord Gair could spare.

“Ah, let me keep it in, I want to take all of your stress away,” Kypriss panted, moving his hips in a rotating motion, squeezing his muscles around Lord Gair’s rod, taking pleasure from the powerless expression on his patron’s face before finally faking climax of his own, spreading his white wings open with a loud moan and collapsin next to the man.

Lord Gair took Kypriss into his embrace, snuggling tightly as heaving in their chests calmed down against each other.

“Please, take off that stupid mask, my darling, let me see your face,” he pleaded again with a weary tone. Kypriss declined again, “You know I can’t, m’lord, I’m sworn to the Shade.” Lord Gair huffed with disapproval, “Stay here then. You don’t need that life anymore, I can provide for you if you become my courtier.”

“I can’t be a courtier, love, I’m low-born and you have a name to hold to. Our relationship is based on a price. My company, skills, and body will be yours for the duration of our deal, but I can never be anything more than that,” Kypriss scolded the man like he was talking to a child.

Lord Gair tugged Kypriss closer to himself, “But can’t you feel the bond between our hearts? Here you could eat as much as you wanted and sleep as much as you like without having to worry about work!”

Kypriss had felt many binds, some inside him and others on his body as it was wrapped in silky ropes for pleasure, but the feelings he was having for the Lord Emberbark were friendly at best, he was here because he could pay for his services and had enough status to raise it. As much as Kypriss enjoyed the Lord’s company, it wasn’t anything more than that, yet saying ‘no’ to a powerful man like him carried consequences Kypriss did not want to risk.

“Listen…” Kypriss hesitated for a moment, “The guild rules say I can only be here for a week, then I need to get back. If you want to, we can arrange a longer reservation but-...” Before he could continue, his sentence was interrupted by the loud ringing of a bell. It was a heavy and demanding sound coming from a large bell hanging in the middle of the Emberbark Keep only reserved for emergencies. Suddenly filled with energy and prominence Lord Gair got up and dressed himself leaving the previously pathetic pleading behind him as if it had never happened.

“M’lord, what’s happening?” Kypriss asked, he knew such bells rarely rang for anything pleasurable, and in his worst fears it could only mean one thing, an attack.

“It rang five times, so humans,” the Lord stated as he got his breastplate and began to fasten the dark steel clasps over his shoulders.

“Humans?” Kypriss’ eyes widened behind the mask he was wearing, “You have humans here?”

“There was an earthquake about one year ago and it ripped a rift into the ground near the Keep, the damned things began to pour out like a bunch of ants…” Lord Gair paused for a moment before glancing back at Kypriss “No ill will towards you kin,” he added with a slight sense of shame.

“None taken,” Kypriss replied, hiding his annoyance, “I have as much in common with the ants as much as you have with the four-legged beasties in the forest.”

“Yes, but… You know..” Lord Gair mumbled in response, “You have antennae, and they… Even the small, non-sentient ones have them, so…”

“... And you have wings, yet I’m not calling you a bird, m’lord” Kypriss chided back. Lord Gair clammed up and suddenly his cheeks got a lot hotter before he let out a boisterous laughter.

“Hah! I suppose you're right, my chaz, I suppose you’re right!” Lord Gair’s laughter was contagious and Kypriss couldn’t help but laugh too, lifting the momentary umbrage between them.


Then the bell outside their little love nest rang for five times again.


Lord Gair improved his posture “Don’t worry, you will be safe here, but I’m expected to attend even though there is no danger,” the elk reassured his lover.

“Oh? Then can I come with you? I’ve never seen a human before, I have only heard tales,” Kypriss’ head perked up from the bedsheets. Like most thaunon children, he had heard scary stories about them and had seen some very scary illustrations, but only those who dared to travel outside city walls without any protection, hunted them for a living or happened to be part of excavation progress had encountered them.

“If you can handle it, why not?” Lord Gair replied back with a disgusted grin, “... But if you see nightmares tonight, don’t blame me!” The elk lord let out a nervous chuckle, but despite his clear attempts at feeble opposing, Kypriss was determined to follow him and quickly put on his stone-washed blue dress and followed his patron.

The evening air outside was refreshingly cold, and the nights in the Old Grove were cold even with the widespread forest covering the whole area. The thicket made it a good place to live though. The falling leaves made the land lush for cropping even with the thick canopy of leaves barely letting any sun in and the Emberbark had lived there with their kin for decades if not longer. The thick treeline had even saved the area from the deadly Veil moving silently across Kaaruu and it gave its people more cover to stave off any enemy forces trying to get in. Yet now there was a new threat and Kypriss would soon witness it.

Kypriss walked behind Lord Gair, feeling the gentle sway of the wooden platform only held by the ropes attached to the tall trees. Due to its floating nature, The Emberbark Keep required constant upkeep, but its place above the ground level gave its inhabitants another ingenious way to ward off any threats that might come their way. It had enough height to not let anyone climb on it easily, but it was also low enough so one could jump down from it without too much harm if they were to time their jump well. Yet, Kypriss was too afraid to look down and focused his gaze on the lord’s back, a lovely sight sure, but much better without so much clothing covering it.

The scent of fir was mixed with that of smoke coming from low-burning torches placed safely far away from anything that might catch fire. The tar cloth on the torches gave its own signature smell, but it was barely noticeable under all the other scents coming from the forest. 

Then Kypriss could smell something else.

It was something slightly metallic with a foul overscent. Without turning around, Lord Gair knew what Kypriss was sensing. “Some say the Veil has the same smell,” he answered nonchalantly before adding, “It gets worse soon,” and that’s when Kypriss noticed something else besides the smell, there was a low, almost rumbling, continuous humming sound coming somewhere in front of them that made a shiver run down his spine.

The Keep Guards were gathering near the edge of the hanging platform, looking down and talking loudly to each other as Kypriss and Lord Gair arrived. As soon as they spotted their leader, they bowed down and let him in the front with Kypriss on his tail. The White moth grabbed the edge of the fence to peek down and gasped in horror. The sight from below almost made him gag, as he finally saw dozens of them, humans, two-legged hominid creatures without skin, glistening in the faint light of the torches revealing the wet, raw tissue like that of a freshly skinned game. They were slowly slouching toward the ditch with sharp wooden spikes in it in an attempt to get to them, falling into it as their nonsensical groans continued. They had gaping red holes indicating the place where their mouths should have been, their hums were low and raspy almost like that of grasshoppers in the sun but without any obvious rhythm, it was only one continued growl. They walked aimlessly, some following others, some staying near a tree trunk and furiously bashing their hands and heads to it until stopping and following another human into its demise.

“Sounds coming from the Keep leads them here, if we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands,” Lord Gair explained, “It’s okay if you don’t want to watch.” He shot Kypriss a worried look and without noticing it, Kypriss realized he had put his hands over his mask-covered mouth in terror. One human shambled closer, unable to keep pace with the others even with their already slow momentum. It was dragging something with it, a long meaty rope hanging between its legs wrapped twice around its calf and hitting the ground with a large lump hanging at the end of it. The sudden realization made Kypriss let out a small horrified gasp and step back.

“I warned you,” Lord Gair chuckled conceitedly, “Once they impale themselves in the ditches, we set the tar in it inflames… That’s the only way to get rid of them, otherwise, they’ll just keep lashing out and try to get to us.”

“You can’t kill them in any other way?” Kypriss asked.

“We’ve tried, but they always keep coming back, and no matter how small a puddle of flesh you grind them into. They are dangerous even in the tiniest form.” Lord Gair’s words gave Kypriss a little comfort, “It’s going to smell horrible and we need to be careful with the fire, but it’s the only way.” There was no cruelty in Lord Gair’s tone. Humans didn’t disgust him as much as they used to and part of him wondered if he should be worried about it, but soon he pushed such thoughts in the back of his mind, silencing them for the time being in order to keep his composure in front of his guards, there would be another day for self-reflection.

Kypriss gave the atrocious show unfolding under them one last look and turned to Lord Gair.

“I think I’ve seen enough,” he said, “I’ll go back, I think I need to wash myself.” Lord Gair gave him a sympathetic glance and kissed Kypriss’ masked cheek, “I’ll be with you in a few hours,” he promised and the white moth returned to the lord’s den in contemplative silence. Kypriss drew a bath for himself in the small room beside the lord’s room and stepped into the wooden washtub, making sure there was no one else around, he removed his mask and revealed his face to the absent crowd. His white cheeks were covered with fresh wet streaks and he hid his face again with his hands.


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Lord Gair watched the bodies writhing in the stakes with uneasiness in his heart. He was standing in the clearing underneath the Keep with a torch and a long pole. The fluttering flame painted the chiseled edges of his face even sharper in the darkness of the twilight.

“More than last time,” an elch woman next to him said as the other guards kept pouring more tar into the pit.

“Has there been any word from Heike and her group?” Lord Gair asked, pushing his small wings closer to himself.

“No, but…” The woman muttered, before adding “... They still have a few days.”

“Not with a group like this coming through that forsaken crevice.”

“My husband is with them.”

“I know Gertia, but you need to be reasonable.”

Unable to hold her tears in, Gertia began to weep, “I know, my lord… My apologies… ” Lord Gair nodded without looking away from the blazing fire abruptly blooming into its full force before them, with somber looks they watched as the horrifying bodies began to burn, opening their jaws in an attempt to continue their low humming only for it to turn into somehow even more horrifying silence as their bodies turned into ash. Lord Gair put his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“We need to figure out something else soon,” Lord Gair stated, “... Or your husband is not going to be the last one they get.”


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When Lord Gair returned to his quarters, Kypriss was already lying on his bed, nude just as their agreement stipulated. Burning of the bodies had taken a little bit longer than Lord Gair had hoped, but it had been done and now his fur had been stained by the smell of sulfur and acrid charcoal. He leaned in to give a kiss to his griset, who winced as soon as Lord Gair got close enough.

“You stink,” Kypriss whined and wrinkled his nose hidden by the mask.

“I know, I apologize,” Lord Gair answered, “I’ll go to take a bath.”

“Do you want someone to wash you?” Kypriss inquired, lifting his head from the pillow. He was ready to do anything to get what he had seen out of his head and gazing at the nude ruler would be a fine way to do so.

“I think I’d rather wash this burned fat from me alone, but maybe tomorrow,” Lord Gair whispered and kissed the top of the Kypriss’ head again, he got up and just as he opened the bathroom door, he turned around and spoke hesitantly, “It’s probably too late to beg you to stay here anymore?” Kypriss had thought about ending their contract while taking a bath, it was his right as a guild member after all, even though they encouraged their grisets to stay for the duration of the contract, there were situations where the griset was allowed to leave like if their lives were endangered and Kypriss could see how staying this close to a rift spitting out humans could be seen as such, but leaving early still came with some caveats, even if his life was at risk and missing part of the payment he had received was not an option for him.

Kypriss smiled with his eyes again, “M’lord, You paid for six days and I have been here for three, you still have three more left.” Lord Gair smiled at him before turning around and closing the door behind him. Whether Kypriss liked it or not, Lord Gair was a man of high status, and his requests for Kypriss’ services could earn him his weight in talers, angering such patron was not wise and if Lord Gair was right, the shambling humans should not be any real threat to him yet Kypriss was unsure if he believed the man, something in the elchen’s demeanor had started to bother him, and what he had seen tonight had made some part of her mind scream in terror, begging him to run for his life, but Kypriss would not run, not tonight at least. He would complete the lord’s order and be grateful for the talers he had earned.


It took almost an hour for Lord Gair to wash himself, but when he did, he had successfully washed away the stench he had been carrying. The elk curled behind Kypriss and took him into his arms, pushing his short snout to soft dark hair and enjoying Kypriss’ soft scent.

“My offer is still on the table,” he whispered into the moth’s ear, “You can stay as my personal attendant and I will provide for you.”

“... And I can be that, but only if you rent my services with the guild,” Kypriss replied back.

Frustrated by the griset’s refusal, Lord Gair huffed angrily, blowing warm air into Kypriss’ neck.

“I still have three days to change your mind then,” Lord Gair objected. The elk’s refusal to accept Kypriss’ answer annoyed him, but he knew better than to show what he was feeling, letting him believe he could change his mind made him even thirstier for his services and Kypriss would take it. 

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“M’lord is allowed to do as he wishes, but I’d rather have you enjoy the few days we still have together and I think your body wants that too,” Kypriss purred, feeling the lord’s member poking his back in full erection.

The White moth turned around and climbed back on top of Lord Gair’s freshly washed body and took the throbbing shaft into his hands. Lord Gair groaned approvingly as Kypriss began to stroke his rod gently.

“You make my hands look so small,” Kypriss whispered, gripping the elchen’s tip with one hand, swirling his thumb around the crown while gently tugging his shaft downwards with the other. The softness of Kypriss's touch was sending waves of pleasure within Lord Gair and as soon as he moved his palm over the tip and began to rub it in a circular motion, the lord’s precum stained the griset’s hand.

“H-how can you be so good,” Lord Gair huffed, desperate for more.

“You inspire me, m’lord,” Kypriss lied as he continued to tease his patron. He spread Lord Gair’s precum over the tip and shaft before lifting his hips and taking the crown between his puffy pussy lips slowly allowing it to enter. Kypriss grabbed Lord Gair’s hands and guided them to grasp his waist.

“Hold me, m’lord, I’ll need your strength,” The White moth whispered and readied himself before plunging his hips down and taking in the Lord Gair’s whole length again. Both gasped almost in sync, the other doing it as an act as the one below him moaned with desire. Lord Gair thrusted his hips up and down, slamming his pouched ball sack into Kypriss's rear with each shove. The feeling of Kypriss's wet hole squeezing his member felt amazing like it was meant only for him and Lord Gair couldn’t help himself as he began to buck his hips even more violently into the dripping pussy.

“Mmh,” The White moth moaned as he gave the elk more room to move and allowed him to plunge into his pussy even harder, “Ah, I’m going to come soon,” Kypriss panted, “I want you to come with me!” The elk under him grunted, and his thrusting got faster until he slammed Kypriss down one more final time, and his pulsing cock shot strings of creamy seed deep into Kypriss's guts. At the same moment, Kypriss’ pussy clamped into Lord Gair’s member, and threw his head back with a loud gasp, for him it was another theatrical show, but for Lord Gair it meant everything.

“Oh, y-yes…” Kypriss whimpered, “Give me your seed!” The White moth’s whole body trembled from the exercise, enhancing the delightful feeling Lord Gair was experiencing. Kypriss stayed in place for a while and then began slowly to move to the elk’s side, letting Lord Gair’s softening member slide out and leaving a trail of his cum on his thigh. Lord Gair pulled Kypriss into his embrace, spooning the much shorter male again. Kypriss could feel the man’s pounding heart as he pushed the back of his head against the fur-covered chest.

“I hope I have pleased you well today, m’lord,” he whispered, knowing well he had done more than that.

“I think I should charge more,” Lord Gair chuckled wearily, “You’ve more than earned your wages.”

As Lord Gair fell asleep, and his snoring covered any possibility of any of the noises coming from the outside to be heard next to him, Kypriss swore he had started to hear that same low hum again, continuous and persistent like the one he had heard before. Shivers began to plague him once again and he thought about the humans again, slowly shambling toward their doom and attacking anything they could get their hands on. He thought about Lord Gair’s words.

“If we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands.”

Kypriss imagined himself, standing just before the staked ditch and those things skulking towards him, grabbing him not unlike the men he had known a long time ago and digging their raw putrid fingers underneath his skin, clawing at him in rage and ripping him apart limb from limb.

When he finally stepped into the dreaming, his dreams were restless, the horrifying sight he had witnessed earlier that night guaranteeing that he would have horrible nightmares.