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Kinktober Day 22: Stealing Her Away (Evil Twin, Sensory Deprivation)

Melina wasn't sure what her long time boyfriend, Nedish, was going to do to spice up their love life, but she figured it wouldn't be too out of his comfort zone. Little does she realize, Nedish's evil twin, Nesho has taken his place and aims to claim the little halfling and win her love.

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Rated Explicit. Original Djinn Character(s), Original Halfling Character(s) (Dungeons & Dragons), Evil Twin kink, Sensory Deprivation, male djinn x female hafling, djinn's evil twin sister takes his place, Seduction, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Condoms, Face-Sitting, Trans Female Character.

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Melina sat on the couch as her partner of seven years put a blindfold around her. “You really don’t have to do this, Nedish.” The halfling fidgeted with her fingers nervously. 

Nedish, a tall, and lean djinn, kissed her cheek. He was a pale blue-gray with dark purple symbols all over his body. His hair was a little shaggy and curly, giving him a soft, boyish charm. “I want to, we’ve gotten a little complacent, my fault completely. I want to surprise you and create a little spark.”

It was true, she could recite how they’d have sex. Foreplay, sucking her breasts and rubbing her clit until she came twice and then missionary or doggy style. Nedish was sweet and it was always pleasurable, but he had a point. The romance novelist did wish for a little more variety. It had even started seeping into her writing and it was getting embarrassing, not that anyone complained or knew. She was getting more and more popular as her books got a little more graphic each time.

“Alright.” She said.

“Perfect!” He kissed her temple. “Wait here while I get everything ready.”

She could hear him shut the door and then there was silence. She played with the dress she’d worn for the occasion. One of her nicer ones, showing her larger cleavage and giving her an hourglass that hid her fuller figure. She knew she needed to exercise to balance out how much sitting she did while writing, but it always felt like something she could push off until tomorrow.

Nedish loved her though, no matter what she looked like, so her mother could stuff it. Their life together was sweet, quiet, and domestic. She wrote her books and he taught at the local school. They watched shows together while eating dinner and lived a simple, safe life.

~~~

Melina heard Nedish come out of the bedroom five minutes later. He kissed her temple and took her hands. They seemed stronger and rougher than she was used to. She frowned a little, but followed.

She could see the lights were off in the bedroom as the door shut, he kissed her neck from behind, slow and methodical. It was already different from his usual behavior. She tilted to open her neck to him. His hands rubbed up her arms and over her chest, dipping down her chest to skirt the line of her dress. It caused all sorts of flutters in her chest. Nedish had never made her feel that way before.

“I like this!” She breathed.

He hummed as he rubbed her chest again, this time reaching below to her breasts. Strong, sturdy hands massaged them, a little harder than Nedish ever did. It felt incredible. She leaned against him, resting her head against his chest. It felt bulkier than usual. She wondered if he was wearing a costume. 

“That feels good?” he whispered. His voice seemed a little strained and raspier.

She nodded.

He sucked on her neck. It tingled all through her body and made her gasp. It had been years since he’d done that. She reached up and held the back of his neck, her lips parting, wanting a kiss. His lips met hers, kissing softly, with a hidden craving he usually kept tempered. She kissed him hard and urgently. She hadn’t felt like this in so long. 

“I missed this.”

He laughed quietly. “I’ll make sure to keep doing it.” She smiled and reached for the eye mask. Nedish gently stopped her. “Leave it on.” His other fingers pinched her hard nipples. 

She arched into it, breathing heavily. “This is… Exciting! Where… Where has this side of you been?”

“Let's get you undressed.”

She nodded, a little confused he hadn’t answered her. He was always good with communication. But he was already helping her out of her clothes, discarding them with little care instead of on their bench at the foot of the bed. She was starting to love this side of Nedish, it was finally the spice she’d wanted in their relationship. 

“You’re so beautiful, Melina. I’ve never seen an equal.” The way he said it felt different. Like the cadence and rhythm had changed in how he spoke.

He had her kneel on the bed, helping her the whole way. He kissed her, groping her hips, her stomach and her breast, each just as intimate, like it was the lifesaving elixir he needed. When he groped her ass, he pulled her more against him. She felt his arousal plain as day. He ground against her, the friction easily making her grind against him. It was such different, passionate foreplay, she was already so wet and almost mewling. She felt his body under his shirt, over the hard, toned muscle that Nedish had never had. 

She frowned, a slow panic creeping in. There was no softness of domestic life, no trim athletic body. This one had muscle built up from hard labor. The man tightened his grip around her when her hands found the stranger’s breasts. She gasped. This was not Nedish. She tried to push away and take her blindfold off, but they grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind them, forcing her to rest against their body. Her other hand was restrained behind her, gently yet firm.

She grit her teeth “L- let go! Where’s Nedish!? Who- who are you!?”

They sighed heavily. “I had hoped we’d get further before you found me out. It would have helped convince you.” Their voice was still husky, but now had a feminine edge to it.

She tried to struggle even though she knew it wouldn’t work. They had her pinned and far surpassed her in strength and size. She tried to ignore how perfectly she was pressed against the stranger. Or that pressed so close, Melina could smell the stranger’s cologne and it pleased her senses so much so, she wanted to smell it all the time. Her body still tingled from the foreplay, something that would be hard to forget.

“I’m Nesho, Nedish’s twin sister.”

“What!? He’s an only child!”

Nesho laughed and it sent a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, he doesn’t like me. Something about me being cruel and evil. I’d never be that way with you, Melina, just so you know. I’m not completely evil.”

She tried to pull away, but Neso surrounded all of her senses. “What’s that supposed to mean!? Where’s Nedish!?”

“Somewhere safe and barely harmed.”

“Barely?”

“I had no choice, I needed him unconscious, but I promise you once he wakes up, he’ll be fine. Let’s focus on us. You were so into it.”

“I thought you were Nedish!”

Nesho snorted. “Nedish could never touch you like I have been. I’ve barely done anything and you’re wet.” She kissed Melina’s neck.

She hesitated before flinching away, fighting the urge to lean into it for a split second, but she remembered herself. As much as she hated what was happening and that this stranger wasn’t Nedish, the kiss seared her skin in a way she couldn’t deny loving.

“See? You like it. You like confidence. You need someone who can go as hard and wild as you want, which is something I know my brother can’t do. He’s soft and predictable. I bet he’s never properly made love to you by fucking you wild and crazy, bodies sweaty, leaving you so tired from the pleasure you can barely keep your eyes open.”

She sputtered, unable to respond to that. She’d only gotten close to that once in their entire relationship when he’d been drunk from a New Year’s Eve party. He’d never gotten drunk after that. Sometimes she masterbated thinking about that night.

She frowned and shook her head. “That’s not the point! You kidnapped him and then-” She couldn’t even finish that sentence. She tried to wriggle her way out, but it only ground her pussy on Nesho’s hard, clothed cock. She stilled, suppressing another shiver.

Nesho kissed her shoulder, lips lingering for a moment to speak against her skin. “You said you missed the passion. I can give you that. I can give you everything you need.”

“What are you talking about!?” She was dismissive, trying to find a way to escape without rubbing her cock. It was difficult with how pinned she was and being unable to see. The only way was back, but it always just rubbed against Nesho’s dick.

“You and me. Forget my brother, you don’t deserve some boring, watered down relationship with the equivalent of a ken doll. You deserve passion and fun.” She hated how Nesho’s voice made her stomach flutter.

She tried to pull away in a different way, but she still rubbed against Nesho. It felt so incredible, she wanted more of that friction. She was just about to grind again when she forced herself still.

Nesho kissed her shoulder and then her neck, biting her ear lobe. “Let me rescue you from this boring life full of routine. You can finally live out all those fantasies you’ve written about.”

She gasped, and not because the nibble on her ear felt incredible. “You’ve read my books?”

“Of course. Has Nedish not?”

She didn’t answer. He’d never had the time and she’d taken advantage of that, letting herself get carried away in fantasies.

“I’ll take your silence as a no. Which is a shame, he’s missing out.”

“He doesn’t have to read my books to love me,” she snapped.

She bit Melina’s neck. “No, it’s just a shame cause you’re really good.” Nesho sucked on her skin, marking her. She tried to wriggle away from it, but it only made her rub against Nesho’s cock. She couldn’t help it and moaned.

“See? I make you feel good. You’re so sexy, baby. Let me show you what I can do. I promise you won’t even think about Nedish. And if you do, I’ll let you two be together in peace.”

She scoffed and hated how breathy she sounded. It was a fight not to grind on her more. “I’m not… I’m not a pawn to get back at your brother!”

Nesho tensed. “You are not a pawn, Melina. You’re everything I ever wanted in a partner and I refuse to believe you’re truly happy with my brother.”

“I am!”

“Fine. Are you satisfied?”

She hesitated. She'd thought she was, but when she'd thought it was Nedish, she'd been aching for the new touches. It had almost hurt how much she'd craved it. She couldn't remember the last time Nedish had left her wet and aching for more, even on the night he’d gotten drunk. Nesho licked her neck and she shivered, causing friction between her legs. Before she knew it, she was grinding against Nesho.

“There we go,” Nesho cooed. “Use me, that's it. You've been deprived for so long, just let go and enjoy everything. You’re so beautiful, Melina.”

It felt so good. When she moved her arms again out of habit, Nesho let go. She snaked her hands under Nesho’s shirt again to hold her close while she ground like an animal on her clothed cock. The pleasure was exploding in her brain, making her mewl loudly. Nesho thrust gently into her, giving her exactly what was needed. She wriggled violently, coming with an intensity she hadn’t had since being with Nedish.

It was all so wrong. She shouldn’t have done that.

“It’s okay to want this, Melina, you deserve to be treated like a queen.” Nesho kissed her, hard and wanting, tongue exploring her mouth fully. It made her stomach flutter, lean into it and moan.

There were only seconds between kisses as Nesho removed her own clothes finally. Not enough room for Melina to second guess herself or take the blindfold off. She felt the wrap around Nesho’s chest come undone. Melina reached for them, feeling the suppleness. They were smaller than her own, but they fit so nicely in her hands.

“Shit, babe, that feels amazing.” Nesho pressed her head against Melina as she shivered.

Nesho laid Melina down on the bed. She felt flower petals tickle her skin from underneath. She was pulled back to the reality of what they were doing. This was wrong, they shouldn’t be doing this.

“Keep the blindfold on and just feel,” Nesho whispered against her skin.

She swallowed and nodded. It was easy to be hyper focused on every touch on her skin. It burned her with passion and guilt. Nesho kissed her stomach, biting the fat, sucking a mark on it. She’d never had a hickey there before. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”

She shivered, feeling teeth on her torso. It made her prickle with anticipation on where she’d be next. She jumped as Nesho latched just below her breast and began suckling. She massaged Melina’s thighs and ass, freely feeling her up. When Nesho was satisfied with the new mark, she dragged her tongue between Melina’s breasts and up to her neck. Melina’s body followed, arching with Nesho’s tongue. Her nipples were pinched and played with while Nesho sucked on her neck. She gripped Nesho’s back, feeling those strong muscles move together as she dipped to lick Melina’s breast. It was agonizing. She needed more.

“You’re squeezing me. Do you want something?”

She flinched. “Uh-”

“Tell me the truth, sweetheart. I want to please you.”

“I- I need more… Please…”

“Your wish is my command.”

Melina laughed and felt around for Nesho’s face to shove it away. “Shut up!”

Nesho’s laugh rolled over her like butter on something warm and sweet. She kissed the hand that pushed her face, biting the palm a little.

“What is that even supposed to mean? The wish is the command.”

She laughed, moving down and spreading Melina’s legs. Teeth sank into her thigh, biting a little harder to make Melina jump. She sucked on the flesh, making sure the mark would be very visible. By the time she touched her pussy, she was dripping wet. She jumped again when Nesho’s tongue licked the length of her. She bit her lip, hiding a huff at how good it felt, but then Nesho dug in, licking her clit with greed. Fingers teased her entrance, feeling how sopping it was. She was slowly finger fucked while Nesho lapped up her cream. It only took minutes for her to shake and scream more violently than she ever had.

Nesho moaned, drinking it all in. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. You need to sit on my face.”

“What!?” Melina burst in nervous laughter.

“You need to sit on a throne and what better than my face.” Nesho lifted her up and she found herself set back down on her knees over what felt like Nesho’s chest. Before she could say anything, a tongue licked her. She shivered and tried not to fall off. Strong hands wrapped around her thighs, pinning her so Nesho could do whatever she wanted, which was tongue fuck her. She lost track of everything in all the dizzying pleasure. Nesho’s tongue seemed to grow and change inside her as it plunged in and out.

It felt like an eternity before Nesho finally stopped. The bed was completely soiled from her juices. Slowly, Nesho sat up, moving Melina down to her lap. She hissed when she felt Nesho’s cock under her and ground on it out of instinct, gasping as she did. She felt a pang of embarrassment. With the blindfold on, it felt like she’d been reduced to only her animalistic side.

Nesho hummed and kissed her. “Mmm, as tempted as I am to let you continue to use me to get off, I think I’d like a condom now.”

Melina was laid on the bed again and after a moment, Nesho nestled between her legs, opening them wide. Her body was still so sensitive and overwhelmed, but it prickled with anticipation as she waited without sight. She tried not to fidget with worry as the seconds ticked by slowly. Nedish was large for her and he was larger than the average human’s, she didn’t know what Nesho would be.

The tip slowly pressed into her, stretching her perfectly. There was a moment of unease where she had to stretch to accommodate her, but it was forgotten in the next second when it was pulled out and eased back in. She was gentle at first, but as they fell more into each other, she thrust harder. It was new to Melina and she loved it. Her mewls were loud. She pawed at Nesho, hugging her tightly.

“Don’t hold back, now, baby.”

Eyes squeezed shut, she dug her nails in, burying her head against Nesho’s breasts.

“Fuck, I love that.” She went harder and faster, coaxing those nails to dig deeper. She lost track of how many times she orgasmed, closing around Nesho’s cock and driving Nesho more wild. She came finally thrusting deep inside of Melina. It hurt and she winced, but said nothing, not wanting to ruin the mood.

Nesho rested her head against Melina’s neck. “Sorry, I won’t do that again.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It won’t happen again unless you want it. I don’t ever want to hurt you.” She kissed Melina and gently removed the eye mask, untangling it from her hair.

Melina blinked and adjusted to the dark. She could see Nesho’s outline, so much like Nedish, and yet, different. Nesho’s face was more rounded, but her eyes seemed sharper in the dark, analyzing her reaction. 

“I hope I’m pleasing to the eye.” She smirked, making her look much too cool for Melina.

She grunted. “Oh please, you know you are.”

Nesho slowly slid out from her and laid on her, kissing her torso. “True, but what do you think?”

Melina felt herself flushing. “Does it really matter?”

Nesho frowned. “Of course it does, if we’re going to be together, I would hope you’d be attracted to me. Don’t think about Nedish. Just think about me for the moment. Do you like what you see?”

She looked away, embarrassed. “I can’t see in the dark…”

That got a chuckle from Nesho. A moment later, the lights were turned on by magic. She looked at Nesho now, fully seeing the sharper edges of her body. The symbols were almost exactly the same, save for a few she didn’t recognize and a scar across her chest. And of course, her breasts, beautiful and perky. 

She bit her lip and nodded.

Nesho smiled wide and kissed her. Her stomach fluttered and then she frowned. She’d cheated on Nedish with his twin sister.

Nesho saw it and kissed her neck. “It’s okay to leave someone even if there was nothing wrong between the two of you. If the passion has fizzled and you’re not satisfied, you’re allowed to leave.”

Her chest tightened. She’d had a nice life with Nedish. It was safe and full of love, but… It was true, the passion hadn’t been there to begin with and they had grown stagnant years ago. Nesho lightly dragged a flower petal across her skin while Melina collected her thoughts.

The petals, something new. She wondered what Nedish had planned. Was it just the petals or would he have done something a little extra? He wasn’t a very imaginative man, which would have been fine, if she was anyone else.

“Alright,” she whispered.

Nesho’s face brightened and she picked her up, kissing her. “Fuck yeah! I’ll get your things packed. You can take a shower.”

She flushed. “We should both take a shower. And I don’t want to take any furniture except for my desk, my writing, and my clothes.”

“As you wish.” She smirked.

Melina groaned. “Stop that.”

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Kinktober Day 21: Find Me (Telepathic Sex)

She dreamt she was at a dinner with a charming man who reached for her hand. It sent shivers down her spine. The next scene, he was behind her, leaning down, rubbing her arms and then her chest. His hands groped her breasts, squeezing and making her moan.

"I can't wait to hear you in real life."

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Rated Mature. Original Male Sorcerer Character, Original Female Werewolf Character, Telepathy, Telepathic Sex, Werewolf Sex, Monstrous Sorcerer, Mating Bites, light blood, size difference.

You can read this on my Ao3.

Georgiana had landed a once in a lifetime job. To head the excavation and restoration of a newly discovered castle. She’d worked hard to create a name for herself and it had finally paid off. She’d been requested personally by the buyer and they’d be staying at the castle until it was finished.

She was the first one there, wanting to get a feel for the place and explore it. She found all the nooks and crannies, making detailed notes and sketches. Her first night was peaceful. She dreamt she was at a dinner with a charming man who reached for her hand. It sent shivers down her spine. The next scene, he was behind her, leaning down, rubbing her arms and then her chest. His hands groped her breasts, squeezing and making her moan. 

I can't wait to hear you in real life.

Her body tingled the next day, stealing her mind from her job at hand. As others arrived, she was able to focus more, creating a plan of action. It was straightforward, but hard work. They worked late into the night and each time she slept, she met the man who caressed her body and had her waking in sweat and touching herself.

I love when you touch yourself and think of me.

His words whispered in her mind throughout the day as she cleared away rubble, sorting what could be reused and what needed to be recycled into something else. Her team worked in almost perfect tandem, she was proud of them.  As she took a break from her own work, she checked the jobs of everyone else before taking a proper break.

She found herself wandering through the castle, through darker corridors that were still very well intact. She held her hand against the stone, tracking it as she moved, rounding a corner. She braced herself against the wall as a sudden heat flooded her head, making her dizzy. Her eyes fluttered shut, body tingling harder than it did every other night. She felt the man from her dream wrap his hands around her wrists and raise them over her head. She felt the sensation of his lips on her neck, sizzling hot on her skin. His breath made her shiver.

I want you, he said into her mind. Find me. In her mind, images flashed, taking her deeper into the castle. Find me Georgiana.

She breathed heavily, her body warm and aching for him. Her hand reached under her pants and she began rubbing her clit. She could feel him in the back of her mind, as if her hand was actually his. The whisper of his body held her, instructing her hand to start slow. She wanted to go faster, but she couldn’t get her hand to do it. His shadow surrounded her mind, whispering about what he would do, what he wanted to do.

Georgina came in almost a scream. In an instant, he was gone, leaving her catching her breath all alone.

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She tried not to think about it. She had to be losing her mind. It was getting closer to the full moon, which meant her inner wolf was getting wilder as it pushed closer and closer to the surface. That had to be why she was having such strong delusions.

Every night, those dreams got more intense. She was already masturbating every time they woke her up and it was harder to focus on her daily tasks. She put earbuds in to drown out memories of the man. She had a job to do and she needed to focus on it and not fall behind. She’d worked too hard to get here to fail now.

The days up until the full moon saw much progress. She smiled and dismissed her employees, telling them to go have fun, they’d earned their few days’ break. And it’d leave her nice and isolated so she could roam without hurting anyone.

Her shift was earlier than anticipated, but everyone had cleared out by then.  She roamed the castle in her werewolf form, fully wolf, yet partially humanoid in stance and twice as large as a human with incredible strength. She knew the smells around her by heart. Except for one. She sniffed the air. It was new and it enticed her. She followed it, feeling a familiarity as she got closer. In the back of her mind, she heard him, calling her. She paused, waiting for him to call to her again before finally searching for him. She pawed at the switches along the castle walls, opening secret walls that lead her down. Further and further, she slowly moved, cautious and wary about going to the place he’d asked her to go a month ago.

Release me, my love…

She ached for him, craving his strength and touch, but when she did find him, encased in crystal from floor to ceiling, her hackles raised. He was a large being with four arms and many eyes that watched her. She growled at him, his visage unclear.

He soothed her mind, caressing her. You have nothing to fear, my love. All I ever want to do is love you. Break this cage I’m in so I can love you.

Slowly, she stood on her hind legs and tested the strength of the crystalline cage. She’d need a lot more strength. She went to the edge of the room and ran at him, jumping and shoving the crystal. It took several tries, but it finally lost its balance and cracked on the stone floor. She sniffed it. She felt him breath, bending the room as he inhaled and exhaled. The crystal cracked further, shattering into tiny pieces. She backed up, ears back and growling, hackles raised once more.

He rose on his bestial feet, claws digging into the rock. He stood almost ten feet tall, angular features that were almost alien and uncanny. He smiled down at her. “Georgiana,” he breathed.

She growled, ready to attack.

He crouched and opened all four hands to her, palms up. “No, no, I won’t ever hurt you. Come here, sweet thing.”

Cautiously, she eased forward, sniffing. He reached forward to cup her cheek and she bit him. He stilled, unflinching, letting her sink her teeth further into him, bringing a purple blood forth.

She let go, growling, his blood on her fur.

“You are magnificent,” he whispered.

In her mind, she remembered him touching her.

“That was me, Georgiana. I’m the same person.”

She sniffed him and this time, he didn’t move. She was large in her werewolf form, but he still towered over her. She crouched to the ground, a submissive posture, finally accepting him as the man who’d filled her dreams with so much pleasure.

He smiled. “So beautiful. I knew you weren’t human, but I didn’t realize you were a shapeshifter.” His hands carefully ran over her body, petting and calming her. When he felt she was pliant he took her head and kissed her, his large tongue dipping into her maw. She opened it, accepting him. “I want you, Georgiana. Will you let me have you?”

She licked his face.

He moved them away from the room, not wanting her to get cut on the crystal. It would take a long time to tweeze all of it out of her paws. He hadn’t expected to find someone like her. He’d felt her mind the moment she’d come into his castle. Intelligent, hard working, a good leader, and sexy as hell. And the fact she was a shapeshifter had him almost drooling.

She sniffed around the room, inspecting it as he threw his royal clothes to the side. His wound from her healed without thought as he processed what he’d learned from her. The world had changed in the millenia he’d been trapped. Royals held no power. No one would respect him. Probing her mind had caught him up. Social manipulation was much more prevalent. He’d conquer the world, but right now, he needed to claim his queen.

He held his hand out to her. She was sniffing the bed. “Come, my love.” He rested a knee on it.  She crouched, ready to run. He softened his voice. “No, no. I am Tisias, High Ruler of Gelo.” He opened his hands to her. “I mean you no harm, my love.”

She put two paws on the bed and sniffed him again. His cock was hard and throbbing to feel her, but he stayed still. She’d fought him for a month when most could only hold out for a few days. She was strong willed and he did not want to break it. Very slowly, she climbed the rest of the way on the bed. She growled a warning as she moved closer. Her eyes watched him as she sniffed his member. It was thick, notched with barbs at the bottom. It rose to her on its own. 

He spoke quietly. “My form has changed a lot in my quest for knowledge.” And power. He’d needed to be the best and he had been until he’d been betrayed.

When she was satisfied, she licked his hand.

He breathed happily and guided her into position, with her ass against his cock. He leaned on her, weighing her down some. She yielded, pushing her ass up against him. “There’s my queen.” She was large and strong and could have easily done immense damage, but he’d gained her trust and had him swelling with pride.

He wrapped two arms around her belly, one supported him at her head while the last one helped aim his cock at her entrance. He tested it and found it aching for him like he was for her. Her juices coated him, allowing him to sink in fully.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.” He kissed her neck, her fur like silk against his naked body. He thrust inside her, head digging into her shoulder at how good she felt. “Georgiana, you feel so good.”

She panted, tongue hanging out of her maw.

“Yes, just enjoy this, we’ve waited so long.” He bit down on her neck, feeling her mind calm under the pressure. He fucked her with wild abandon, vowing and showing her images of how gentle he’d be next time. She responded with cravings. She wanted it harder and faster. She liked both ideas.

He bit her a little harder as he gave her her wish. She jerked under his teeth, ripping a little, but the heat of them outweighed any pain. She was perfect. He’d finally found her, the perfect queen for the most powerful sorcerer. She’d help him conquer the world once more and this time, there would be no mistakes.

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Atmospheres, Ollie Jones

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Kinktober Day 20: The King's Queen (Obsession and kidnapping) Chapter 3 of 3

Scylla, told all her life she's fodder to do her parent's bidding and protect and cater to Terrence The Chosen One, is kidnapped to be a lure for the Chosen One. She, however, doesn't believe Terrence would waste his time to save her.

She's going to figure out how so, so, so very wrong she is.

~~~

Rated Explicit. Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Kidnapping, Damsels in Distress, kidnapped to get information, Chosen One, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Violence, Curses, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive Psychopath, Childhood Friends.

You can read this on my AO3. This is an indulgent fic I wrote about two characters from the rpg. Terrence is very much "the big bad evil" of the campaign.

Chapter One, Chapter Two

Once the door shut, Terrence went to the glass of water he'd given her to see if she'd drank any of it. When he saw a small amount had been drunk, he smirked. Good. He left it there and finally went to his phone where he'd left it. He'd missed several calls from his handler. He’d always found it dumb they’d given him one. He was the Chosen One, he didn’t need handled.

He called him back, though, so he’d quit nagging Terrence and he could focus solely on Scylla.

"Terrence! There you are! I've been trying to get a hold of you!"

"I noticed." His handler sounded pissed. He stared at the cupboards in the kitchen. He had the bare minimum for hot chocolate. Scylla loved hot chocolate. It would help her relax. He moved to make some as his handler prattled on. Terrence always made sure to indulge in her comforts. He’d always snuck her goodies growing up since her Mother was a dumb bitch and always put her on crash diets. He hated the idea of her so skinny, she was already so small, in height and size. He put his handler on speaker and turned it down so Scylla couldn’t hear. She spooked too easily for a conversation like this.

He heard the shower finally turn on and a huge surge of pride went through him. She was using his shower and she would use his soaps and she was going to wear his shirt. It made him smile. He’d waited for this day, he just would have preferred it to have been on her terms and not because she’d gotten hurt.

He’d been surprised her curse hadn’t gone off at all while she’d been kidnapped. She’d been just barely hot like a summer’s day when he’d found her. He’d expected her to have at least sweated them out or electrocuted them. She’d almost electrocuted him several times. But she’d been so… Unmoved, only barely creating sparks when they’d walked past all the corpses. It reminded him of days she’d been in solitude with a different tutor than her usual. She’d always been so wiped and numb afterwards. He’d found it boring back then, but now he knew better. Something had happened to her. Something was always happening to her. It's why he wanted to save her from this life. She didn't belong in it. She was too sensitive. She needed to be whisked away to a country side where it was just the two of them and the nature she loved.

“-told you over and over, you can’t just do whatever you want-”

What had that tutor’s name been? Laura Woving? He looked up the name and found her. She taught Occlumency. He frowned. Her parents had put her through Occlumency training when she was eight? So, she’d been prepared to get kidnapped. His fists clenched on the table. Just more people who hurt her. Hurt his Scylla. The list kept growing.

“-killed five people but you also tortured them brutally and cut them into pieces!”

“They shouldn't have touched her.” He said plainly. He chopped up a mix of dark and milk chocolate while some whole milk was at a slow boil in the pot. 

“Who?”

“Scylla. They kidnapped her and made her bleed to get to me. They shouldn't have done that.”

He was quiet. “That better not be your justification, Terrence. That was five people who were brutally beaten and torn apart. You’re supposed to be the Chosen One.”

“They shouldn’t have touched her.”

His handler scoffed. “I’ll make sure to put out a fucking memo.”

He’d almost let them live knowing Scylla would have wanted it, she was so pure and kind like that. However, while mangling their hands so they'd never be usable again had felt extraordinarily satisfying and left a great message that he wouldn't tolerate anything being done to her, it hadn't felt like enough. What was to stop whoever hired them from going after her again? So, he'd sent a more promising message. Mess with his Scylla and the outcome would be devastating. Now he just needed to find out who hired them and get rid of them for good so they could never mess with Scylla again.

A movie would also help her be at ease and maybe get her out of her numbness. The hopelessness she’d had flashed back in his mind. She’d been ready to be given to the wolves. The fact that she thought he’d do that pissed him off more than anything, but she didn’t know any better when he’d never shown her better. Well, he would now. He was the Chosen One, after all. He could do anything. And he was going to make sure she never doubted how much he cared about her again. That he’d always be there to keep her safe and happy.

His handler was in the middle of saying something when he hung the phone up. He wanted to be fully present when Scylla came back. Just as the hot chocolate had finished, his buzzer sounded. It was their food.

The shower turned off. Anticipation prickled all through him. He’d imagined what it would look like for her to wear his clothes, but now he’d get to see it first hand and he knew it’d be the best dream he’d ever had. He’d even gotten a shirt that would compliment her complexion. He grabbed the food from the messenger and set it out on plates on the coffee table. He was setting down her hot chocolate when she finally stepped out.

~~~~~~

The shirt was big on Scylla. It more than covered her, stretching down her thighs. She’d rolled the sleeves up, but didn't do much more, not wanting to cause too much damage to Terrence's shirt. Her hair was still dry and in a bun, she hadn't been able to handle washing it here. She had her clothes in her arms, minus her underwear and bra. She felt too vulnerable without them. On top of the folded clothes was his wand.

He smiled that strange, soft smile and took the clothes. He set his wand on the dining table and put the clothes in the washing machine. “Gentle cycle, right?” 

She nodded. “Yes, please…”

“Our food's ready and I made you some hot chocolate. I didn't have the ingredients to make your favorite, but it should be good enough.”

She kept wanting to ask him when the joke would be over. When he'd start making fun of her. She cast another spell to check that he hadn't messed with anything. She'd learned how to do it without a wand and how to do it subtly, but everything was fine. He hadn't even touched her bag or phone. It was too weird. She sat down on the couch and reached for the tincture of her glamour out of habit. Her mother would throw a fit knowing she’d gone this long without it.

“You don't need to put that on, Scylla.”

She jumped, staring at him, bottle in hand.

He smiled. “You're safe here without it. I like how you look. I love your natural beauty.”

She’d always imagined what it would be like to be in the Twilight Zone, but now she never wanted to be in it again. She put the tincture away and found her phone and looked at it. Her brothers had messaged her. She sent a quick reply and put her phone away. She’d fill them in in person later.

Terrence had turned the living room light off, leaving a low cast from the kitchen. He was now flicking through streaming sites. He found an old scifi movie she liked and played it. He sat on the opposite side of the couch from where she would be. He indicated the food. “You should eat something.”

She curled further into the couch, trying to take up as little space as possible.

Terrence produced a throw blanket. “It’s not soft like you like, but it’ll keep you warm and covered.”

She used it, feeling a modicum better. She was surprised he'd paid that much attention to things she liked. She'd always seemed to bore him.

He nodded and gestured to the food. “Don't forget to eat before it gets cold.”

She hunched in on herself. “I might spill… I'll pass…”

He frowned. “I can wash anything you spill on. It's more important that you eat.”

She nodded. She didn't feel particularly hungry, too anxious about everything. She eyed the hot chocolate, though. That sounded more appealing than the food and in the darkness, she felt more comfortable doing things. She reached for it and took a sip. True, it wasn't her favorite, but it was good. Very chocolatey and rich.

She sipped it through the movie. She was surprised Terrence had put it on since he hated scifi. She'd have figured he'd have picked a more middle ground movie that he'd be able to enjoy, too. He was really trying to make her feel comfortable. But to what extent?

“Scylla,” he said casually.

She glanced at him, on edge all over again.

“Why did you learn Occlumency?”

“Oh…” Her eyes were wide. “I always thought you knew… They made me learn it for situations like today. So I'd be able to… Keep you safe…” Her words became barely a whisper the more she spoke. The atmosphere was changing dramatically, growing thicker and heavier. She was familiar with these silences. Terrence was angry. He'd always had a bad temper, but after today, she wasn't sure what to do. She was at his mercy. 

The only thing she could think of was trying to smooth it out. “I'm sorry… I thought they told you since you're the Chosen One and I'm supposed to be your… Wife… Which always meant your shield… To protect the Chosen One at all costs…” The more she talked, though, the louder the silence got. She set down the hot chocolate, unsure what was going to happen next. She watched him closely, planning escape routes if she needed to. “I thought you knew…”

He stood stiffly and went to the kitchen. He opened bags of microwavable popcorn and angrily pushed the buttons to the correct setting. The movie played. Scylla carefully reached for the remote and paused the movie, not wanting the sound to set him off. His back was to her. She had put her wand and phone in her bag. She could grab it and teleport if needed. She watched him, ready for anything. 

It was several minutes of silence. He poured each popped bag into a large bowl and brought it to the coffee table. He sat down on the couch.

In a compulsion to ease his anger, she whispered. “I'm sorry…”

“I am not angry with you.” His voice was even, but dripped with fury. “I’m furious that they did that to you. Made you do all of that. You are not a shield. That would never have been your job as my wife. All you’d need to do was love me and it’d be perfect. It's my job to protect you.”

She was silent, trying to understand everything he was saying. It was hard for her to believe he was angry on her behalf. She’d always been fodder to her parents and she’d always thought it was the same with him, but he’d shown her otherwise today and it was terrifying.

He looked at her, lips curling into a charming grin. The grin that had gotten him so many die-hard fans. It softened his features dramatically, accentuating just how handsome he was. “I said you were the love of my life, I meant it. I hate every awful thing you went through, especially from me. That's why I’m going to make it up to you. Show you I've changed and I won't hurt you again. I won't let anyone hurt you again. They shouldn't have done that to you.” He looked at her hot chocolate. “I’ll make you some more while you eat a little bit of food.”

She didn't answer or move. He nodded and took her mug. He busied himself in the kitchen. She watched him. Slowly, as he made more, she saw the tension ebb away from him. He chopped the chocolate and warmed the milk and added some cinnamon. He brought a fresh cup to her.

She took it, casting the spell again to make sure it hadn't been tempered with. It hadn't. She sipped it. There was more chocolate this time and she drank it down faster. “Thank you…”

He nodded and played the movie again.

She'd filled up on hot chocolate by then and her eyes drooped low. The day weighed heavy on her and she rested her head on a throw pillow, too tired to sit straight.

~~~~~~

Terrence didn't know when Scylla had fallen asleep, but it immediately filled him with pride. He'd gotten her calm and trusting enough to let her guard down and fall asleep. He was extremely pleased to see her so peaceful on his couch. Under his blanket. In his clothes.

He cleaned up the plates, pausing each time he passed to stare at her. To marvel at how gorgeous she was. Her naturally ombre hair fell in her face and he carefully tucked it away. He could smell his soap on her, sweeter than vanilla with just a hint of tobacco. It hit him carnally and he lowered close to get a better sniff. It was intoxicating. It would be even more so if hers would mix with his. 

She looked so beautiful and feminine and perfect surrounded by all his things. He took his phone out, and with a few of the lamps now casting light, took some high quality pictures. He moved the blanket like he was pulling it more snug around her, seeing how asleep she was. When it didn’t wake her, he removed it, getting multiple pictures of her in his shirt. He covered her back up and made his way back to the kitchen.

The clothes had been washed, so he set them to dry. He put away the food she hadn't eaten into containers. He’d use it for breakfast tomorrow. He was going to cook breakfast for Scylla in his shirt tomorrow. He’d longed for the day when he’d be able to do that. He’d gotten a taste for how wonderful it was when she’d preferred his hot chocolate to the food made by someone else. She’d chosen it twice. He couldn’t wait for an entire meal.

For the way their time together had started, it had ended in such a perfect way. He had Scylla. His Scylla. His soulmate. She was safe and with him and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. She’d be happy with him. She was already starting to get there.

He turned the lights off and went to Scylla once more. He placed a soft kiss on her temple, marveling at how soft she was. He stood, satisfied that he’d been able to make such good progress despite the effort of her parents to make her a shell of a woman. He would fix that. He would make her whole again. Only he could love her like how she needed. And he’d show her. He’d show her he was perfect for her. They were perfect for each other.

For now, he left her on the couch. She needed to trust him. He went to his room and shut the door. He got ready for bed, keeping partially clothed. He needed to go slow with her. She spooked way too easily, but he knew her. She’d been with him their whole lives and he knew how to get her to warm up to him again. He’d get her to smile.

~~~~~~

Scylla woke in the early morning before the sun was up. She stilled, waiting for any sound. When there was none, she silently got up. With some rest, she was no longer as numb and had more of her bearings. She’d been getting ready to leave for a new life when she’d been kidnapped. Now, she wanted it more than ever. Staying so close to Terrence was more dangerous now in many aspects.

She was very good at not making a sound, even opening the washing machine to pull out her dry clothes barely made any noise. She put them on, first her leggings under the shirt and then she chanced the opportunity. She removed his shirt and put her dress on in the middle of his kitchen. She folded his shirt and left it on the dining table next to his wand.

She put on her socks and shoes and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a notepad and wrote him a note.

Terrence,

Thank you for your hospitality. I can’t live this life. I’ll already be gone to a new one when you read this. It’s for the best.

-Scylla.

She set it on the coffee table and then took a deep breath and teleported. She found herself in her own room in her parents’ mansion. She cast a spell and collected all her things. All the expensive jewelry that’d pay for her new life and the rest of the things she’d missed. All her plants had already been put in a safe place.

She grabbed the two trunks with enchantments and teleported to her brother’s house.

Edrycc was making coffee. He took one look at her with no glamour and a face full of bruises, and stopped everything. “Scylla! What happened!? Why didn’t you call us!?”

She shook her head. “It wasn’t a good time. I was with Terrence. It’s a long story you and Ollyver need to know.”

Chapter One, Chapter Two

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 20: The King's Queen (Obsession and kidnapping) Chapter 2 of 3

Scylla, told all her life she's fodder to do her parent's bidding and protect and cater to Terrence The Chosen One, is kidnapped to be a lure for the Chosen One. She, however, doesn't believe Terrence would waste his time to save her.

She's going to figure out how so, so, so very wrong she is.

Chapter Three, Chapter One

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Rated Explicit. Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Kidnapping, Damsels in Distress, kidnapped to get information, Chosen One, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Violence, Curses, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive Psychopath, Childhood Friends.

You can read this on my AO3. This is an indulgent fic I wrote about two characters from the rpg. Terrence is very much "the big bad evil" of the campaign.

It was an hour later when she heard the first noises. She'd smashed her food around to make an art piece when she heard them talking excitedly. She looked at the door, waiting, wondering who was there. There was no way it was Terrence, he always left her for dead.

But then the first scream came and with it, yells to each other. The next was a blood curdling, pained scream that made her jump to her feet. Whoever had arrived was there to punish ruthlessly. In the back of her mind were Terrence's words, but there was no way that was him. He didn't care enough about her to risk his own safety. The real problem she had was that she was trapped in here. She looked around for hiding spots, but there were none.

The screams continued, prolonged and grating, full of misery and anguish. She went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, shutting the door, leaving her in total darkness. Her only hope was whoever it was didn't know she was here. She tucked herself as small as she could and covered her ears. The screams were too loud, though, and they penetrated and scratched at her resolve. She could hear them begging the attacker to stop only for there to be more horrible screams. 

The tears finally came in that small shower, surrounded by the horrors and blinding darkness. They rolled down her cheeks, which meant she was finally radiating some heat. That was bad. If she was going to go unnoticed, she needed to be calm, but it was impossible to do with all that torment happening just on the other side of the wall. 

So, when everything finally fell silent, she found it was even worse. Her ears rang and her quiet breathing seemed to echo all around her. She tried to calm it, tried to stop the tears and any other sign she existed. If she was quiet enough and calm enough, they might pass by her, but it was hard. She could hear whoever it was walking around and they were getting closer.

The door opened. “Scylla?” It sounded like Terrence. He sounded worried and desperate. That was wrong, though, because Terrence didn't care about her. He'd left her to die again. She heard the man come into the bathroom and turned the light on. This was it. 

The door of the shower opened and Scylla found she couldn't scream. She had nothing in her to muster enough energy. She would die quietly and painfully. Her eyes were large and terrified as she stared at the man.

It was Terrence. Tall and blonde with an athlete's body that had gained fangirls all through high school. But that wasn't right. She'd finally lost her mind. He crouched in the shower, crowding her space and reached for her. She winced away, scooting as far away as she could.

He spoke softly, which was even more strange. He never did that with her. He always spoke to her with arrogance and boredom. “Scylla. It's me. You're safe now. They're not going to hurt you ever again.” His last words were sharp. She tensed when he reached for her. He scooped her up, an arm around her back and one hooked under her knees. He held her easily, smelling freshly of tobacco and vanilla, a scent she was all too familiar with. It was what he always smelled like. It really was Terrence. He had actually come for her.

His face pressed into her hair and he hugged her tightly. "You're safe," he whispered. It sounded like he was talking more to himself than to her. He took a long, deep breath against her, calming himself. He straightened after a long moment and walked out of the room, keeping her tucked close. She was too shocked to fight back or to question him like she should have.

The first dead body was in the hall, mangled and cut, blood on the walls and puddled under him. The head was completely off, hands broken and twisted in different directions. The rest of the body was cut apart and even more mangled. 

An ugly, loud shriek wrangled its way out of her and she tried to push away from Terrence, trying to get away from all the bloodshed. The lights began to flicker, small crackles threatened to slash out. Her curse had finally activated.

Through all that, Terrence maintained his control and calmness. He held her tight and cooed softly. “It's okay. Just close your eyes. It's just you and me now. You're safe. They're never going to touch you again.” His voice was even, unmoved by the slaughter surrounding them. “I grabbed your bag and made sure your phone and wand were in it.”

Another body was stepped over, just as unforgivably torn up. This time, she did close her eyes, covering her face with her shaking hands. She did not want to see the body of the man who'd been somewhat nice to her. Electricity crackled all around them, more subdued now that she couldn’t see.

“There you go,” he cooed. “Just hang on until I get us home.” 

Terrence had done this. All of it. Every horrid, furious hack and slash. He'd tortured and killed every single one of those men. She felt Terrence moving around as she kept her face hidden against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat, calm and rhythmic unlike hers which threatened to beat out of her chest.

“We’re home.”

She didn't want to believe him, but the air had changed. It was no longer thick with copper, but of a clean, rich, earthy scent. Slowly, she removed her hands. They were in a large apartment with sleek, gray furniture and minimal decorations that had been clearly placed by an interior designer. It was his apartment. He set her gently on the couch. It had sharp edges with basic pillows stretching along it. It looked and felt brand new. She held her legs tightly against herself, it all felt like a dream, so close to reality, but too much was off to be anything other than a dream.

He went to the kitchen and got a rag, running it under the water. She watched, confused and on edge. He’d saved her. It was the last thing she ever would have expected. And he looked relaxed, like he hadn’t just tortured and brutally murdered five men. She would never have thought he was capable of that violence.

He sat down on the edge of the couch next to her and gently dabbed at the dried blood. She winced at his touch, but he continued, so very carefully wiping at the corner of her mouth and just under her nose. She couldn’t imagine what she looked like. Not only were her scars visible, covering every inch of her, but she was also grimey and beaten.

“Did they hurt you anywhere else?”

She blinked, taken off guard by his question and his gentleness. She shook her head, looking down.

He lightly rubbed his knuckles along her jaw, searching her face. His voice was quieter. “Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“Good. I'll get an ice pack. Are you hungry?”

She shook her head.

He left again and she was even more unsettled. He was taking care of her. Asking her questions about her health. He'd never bothered before and she couldn't understand why he was now. Sure, he'd been the one sneaking her food whenever she was on a diet, but it had always been to get something from her.

“I’ll order your favorite for when you do get hungry.” He got on his phone and ordered food. He set the ice pack, wrapped in a gray kitchen towel, on the coffee table and handed her a glass of water. “Drink, you’ll feel better.”

She took it, but didn’t drink it. When he got off the phone, he sat down next to her again and very tenderly worked her shoes and socks off. She couldn’t figure out what the price for the rescue was, but she needed to figure it out fast. 

He spoke quietly. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Scylla.” His hands were warm on her scarred, bare feet. He gave them each a comforting squeeze as he set them back down on the couch. He set her shoes and socks on the floor next to the coffee table. 

She finally spoke, pulling her feet closer to her. “I… Don’t understand…” Her voice was quiet and lightly shaking.

His smile softened as he placed the wrapped ice pack gently over her temple. “They made the mistake of trying to use you against me.”

She shook her head. “You killed them…”

Terrence’s crystal blue eyes turned hard. “They shouldn’t have touched you.” He moved the ice pack to the other side of her face, where her jaw throbbed.

She frowned. “Why?”

“Why what, Scylla?”

“Why did you come for me?”

“Why wouldn’t I come for you?”

She hugged herself tighter and looked away, shrugging. “The last time I was in danger, you left… I don’t understand what changed…”

He frowned. “I was nine.”

She nodded, curling more into herself and away from the ice pack. The cold was permeating into her bones, hurting worse than the actual bruise. She should have known better than to ask about something so far in the past. It obviously hadn’t mattered to him. 

He set down the ice pack on the black, stone, coffee table. His other hand lightly touched hers. “I was dumb, I shouldn’t have ditched you… And I shouldn’t have said those things about you.” He pried her hand from where it was clasped around her leg. He held it in his, rubbing over the scars. “You are not ugly or gross. You are more than beautiful. You are very important to me and I’m going to make it up to you. I won't let anything bad happen to you again.”

She still didn’t understand, but she said nothing. She could feel him reading her, though. They’d been together all of their lives and could read each other better than anyone else. Though… This caring side of Terrence was something she'd never seen in a genuine manner before.

He lightly kissed her knuckles, the sensation gored deep into the flesh. “Scylla… You are the love of my life. I’m sorry for all the shitty things I did, I was stupid and then I was trying to hide my true intentions from your Mother. I couldn’t let her get suspicious and find someone else for you to marry who wouldn’t actually love you like I do. Like you deserve.” He let go of her hand. “I understand you need time to process this. It’s a lot. You've been through a lot. Try to drink your water.”

He stood and went to a different room. Her mind felt numb. Her body felt numb. He thought she was beautiful and he loved her. She didn’t know what to make of it. She stared at the glass of water balanced on her knee, his touch still lingering. It was so gentle compared to how it used to be… She cast a spell on her drink to see if it had been tampered with and found it to be only water. She took a sip. And then another.

She heard him come back and stilled, listening as he went into another room. She was waiting for the eventuality that he would laugh at her and scoff at how gullible she was. He sat next to her again. “I got a shirt for you so you can take a shower, it’s the only thing I have. I’ll wash your clothes.”

She slowly nodded.

He took the water from her and held his hand out for her to take. She stared at it, unsure. Taking it meant allowing him to take care of her and she didn’t want to look foolish if this was all some kind of joke.

He smiled softly. “I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to see how much I’ve changed into the person you deserve, someone who can love you properly. I promise I’ll be out here the whole time. There’s a lock on the door and you can even take my wand so I can’t unlock it.”

To that, she nodded and hesitantly took his hand. She knew how it felt, all the creases, the way it was warm and just barely calloused in places. But unlike other times, he held her hand gently and helped her up from the couch. She didn’t need help, but she couldn’t deny the touch was comforting for the moment. He led her to the bathroom and showed her where everything was. He handed her his wand and shut the door.

She locked it immediately and then took a step back to wait. She waited for several moments before placing her ear to the door and listening. She could hear Terrence moving about the apartment, busying himself with a phone call.

She stepped back and pointedly ignored the mirror. Just being in the same room as one made her skin crawl and itch. She looked at the shower. Everything was Terrence here and it felt like she was on a different planet. She reached across the shower to grab his body wash and smell it. She scrunched her nose and put it back. She sighed. It was only for the night. She eyed the shirt folded on the counter. It was one of his. She would smell like him and be in one of his shirts. It was claustrophobic. But her clothes were filthy and had blood on them. She climbed into the shower and closed the curtain before undressing. It felt less exposed. She set her clothes on the toilet lid and showered.

Chapter Three, Chapter One

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 20: The King's Queen (Obsession and kidnapping) Chapter 1 of 3

Scylla, told all her life she's fodder to do her parent's bidding and protect and cater to Terrence The Chosen One, is kidnapped to be a lure for the Chosen One. She, however, doesn't believe Terrence would waste his time to save her.

She's going to figure out how so, so, so very wrong she is.

~~~

Rated Explicit. Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Kidnapping, Damsels in Distress, kidnapped to get information, Chosen One, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Violence, Curses, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive Psychopath, Childhood Friends.

You can read this on my AO3. This is an indulgent fic I wrote about two characters from the rpg. Terrence is very much "the big bad evil" of the campaign.

Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Scylla walked down the sidewalk in the city, headphones blaring from her favorite playlist. She could feel a nervous excitement brewing, something she'd kept tamped down so as not to activate her curse. She didn’t want a lightning storm to shoot out from her and give herself away. She was finally ready to run away and she couldn’t afford any mistakes. Her brothers had helped her every step of the way since she’d need to get it right in one go. If she failed, her mother would lock her away until her wedding six months from now. She was to marry Terrence, the Chosen One, savior of all magical beings and wizards. It was a marriage she did not want.

But she had no choice. The marriage to combine their families was more than just merging a century’s old bloodline dripping in wealth. It would intertwine equally powerful lines of magic. This unity had every news platform buzzing, normal and magical. They all talked about her parents and grandparents, Terrence, and his parents and grandparents, but none ever talked about her or to her. She was only ever Terrence’s fiancé and even then, he brushed over her like she was a gnat, switching to topics that better suited his ego.

She liked it that way. She hated attention and people probing into her life. She was happiest with all her plants, hobbies and art with no one ridiculing her about it. She moved across the street, smelling fresh coffee from a cafe and avoiding her reflection in the windows. She disliked her reflection immensely. Her skin was flawless thanks to the glamour that hid the curse, the one her mother demanded she always wear. No one knew she was covered head to toe in lightning scars. It had left her feeling fractured, knowing how different she looked. The piercings on her nose and lip, along with a myriad of tattoos across her body helped most times, but she still couldn’t look at herself for too long. 

The curse had left other hints of its existence she was fond of, though, like the natural ombre of her hair from brown to blonde or her eyes, having the same effect but brown to a light green. She glanced at the overcast sky as she passed tightly neighboring stores, sighing heavily. The only other good thing about her curse was that it’d given her a reprieve from being with Terrence. He could no longer do with her as he pleased, something both their parents had encouraged. There was no need for privacy or boundaries when the two were going to be wed at some point. However, he’d begun to ignore her soon after she’d been cursed, not wanting to be struck by lightning. She was no longer attractive to him or worth the trouble. It was a huge relief. He wouldn’t care when she disappeared to start a new life. She’d never have to see him again and be a victim to his vanity or arrogance.

She crossed a parking lot to the bus station, lost in her own thoughts. She didn’t feel the threat of the van driving up to her and when she did, it was too late. They pulled her into the van, shoving a bag over her head. Her hands were bound behind her and she was thrown to the floor. She’d always wondered how she’d react in this situation, if her curse would go off. It always did if she was emotional above a threshold. She’d start to heat up to an impossible temperature and then lightning lashed out of her. If she was too worked up, it’d create a storm. She should have been feeling frightened and sparking at the very least, but she felt nothing laying there on the hard floor. There was only a tightness in her chest as she accepted her role in all of this.

“Did you knock her out?” one of them asked.

“No!”

It was two men. She was poked roughly with what felt like a shoe. She winced.

“No! She’s fine!”

“Why isn’t she crying or screaming?”

It was because she knew it wouldn’t do anything. No one was going to come and save her, not unless her brothers found out in time. Her parents would not care about saving her since she was just a tool to merge with Terrence’s family. If anything happened to her, they’d just start over with another child. And if they tried to get Terrence to save her, he’d laugh and hang up.

She honestly felt bad. They’d kidnapped a pawn instead of the queen.

The drive was long and when they finally stopped and dragged her out, her body was stiff. She kept up with them as they walked up stairs then tied her to a chair.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing! I did nothing to her!”

“Not yet, anyway.”

The words passed over her without meaning.

The bag was ripped off her head. The room was bright, but she knew that tactic from her training. She looked at the ground to orient herself. She could see shoes. One of them came over and knelt in front of her, looking for eye contact.

She obeyed.

“You okay, girlie?” The man looked average.

Her voice was composed, quiet, and soft like normal. “It’s not going to work. I’m sorry.”

He frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Guilt lined their words. She hated giving people bad news. “If you’re trying to ransom me, it won’t work. My parents won’t even know I’m missing or care that I’m hurt. They’re not going to waste the effort and time it’ll take to get me back. I’m sorry.”

He laughed. “Nice bluff.”

“The last time I almost died, they were mad it interrupted their party.” It was the day she’d gotten cursed. Terrence had forced her to explore ruins with him when they were nine. She remembered the pain of electricity when the trap had activated. How it had coursed through her and left her severely burned and dying. And even more so, the cruel words and snarl from Terrence. Hideous and gross. He’d left her then, letting her brothers find her later. She’d known then that he truly didn’t care about her. She shrugged, her voice even softer. “It’s okay if you don’t believe me.”

He blinked. “... We’re not trying to contact your parents, anyway. We want to know what the Chosen One plans to do?”

Her eyes widened and guilt filled her even more. “Oh. Of course. I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed what it was about.” She should have known. It was always about Terrence. Her whole existence had been curated for him. From learning how to defend him to learning how to be his perfect trophy wife. 

“... Right… Well, what does he plan to do, then?”

She looked at him, unsure of how he wanted her to answer. “He’s probably hanging out with friends or working out… I don’t really know his schedule…”

“No, what are his plans in regards to stopping The Dark One!?”

“Oh. He hasn’t told me. We’re not really close… Sorry.”

He frowned. “You’re his childhood friend and fiancé.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that. Telling him that Terrence had stopped acknowledging she existed seemed a little too much. So she settled. “... Okay…”

The man sighed. “Alright, we’ll just find out in your mind.”

Her tone was still soft and apologetic. “It won’t work, just so you know.”

He huffed. “Why not?”

She looked down. “I was taught how to shield my mind.”

“You’re telling me your parents had you learn occlumency? A very advanced, very rare and grueling skill to block mind probing magic?”

She nodded.

Someone in the back of the room hissed. “What the hell?”

“Shut up!” Another hissed back.

The man in front of her sighed. “We’re going to do it anyway.”

She nodded, taking a deep, calming breath. He pointed his wand at her. She could feel him trying to probe for anything of Terrence, but she locked it down tightly. Since it always hurt more to just bar them away, she redirected them to an instance with her Mother.

“Prissy, the measurement of your waist is the same as last time. You’ve been sneaking food haven’t you? How are you supposed to fit into the dress if you keep eating like a cow? You need to go down at least two sizes to a much more appropriate size. It still won’t be good enough, but it’s a start. I’ve told the kitchen you’re only allowed celery and broth. What an utter disappointment.”

The man probed again and this time, the memory of her tutor popped into her mind. Of her Mother and the tutor standing over her. “She’s just being stubborn. Do what you need to.” Her Mother left and her tutor pulled out a belt. They tied her left hand down and put the pencil in her right hand.

The man went in further.

It was her Mother again, in the hospital, recuperating from her curse. “This really is the most inconvenient thing you could have done.” She handed Scylla a vial. “You are to take these once a week. It will hide how hideous you are now. No child of mine will have any deformities. I can’t believe you pulled a stunt like this. You know how important these parties are. Your Father had important business and now because of you, he’s going to have to schedule another party.” She left Scylla alone. 

It was the part she always hated. She went to pull away from the memory, but the man pushed against her. It caught her off guard for a split second, but it was enough. He saw her look at herself in the mirror. She shoved him out of her mind and to her surprise, he let her.

He took several steps back, disappearing through the bright lights. She focused on her knees, waiting to see if anything around her melted, but everything remained the same.

“Well?”

The bright lights were turned off. She blinked and looked around. There were five men in the room. The main man had his back to her. The others watched. Finally, he faced Scylla again. “She’s wearing a glamour. We’re going to have to get rid of it if we want anything to show.”

She sighed quietly. She hadn’t expected anything to change. She looked away from the man. Now, not only was Terrence going to turn her away, but he’d see her without her glamour, just as hideous and gross as when she got them. He was going to laugh right before he left her to die.

“What did you see?” Came a whisper.

“Shut up. Go get the potions to remove a glamour. And the rest of you leave and find me her phone.” They did without hesitation. When they were alone, the man approached her again, kneeling down like before. His features were soft now, but she didn’t look at him this time. “For what it’s worth, you are not ugly and you are not fat. I’m sorry that it’s gotta be this way, but we’ve been hired to get the Chosen One.” He then redid her bonds, removing the ones that dug into her wrists. “I’m left handed, too.”

Her glamour was removed. There were noises of surprise, but before anyone could say anything, the man spoke. “Not a word! Who has her phone?” It was brought to him and he held it to her. “The password.”

She didn’t move.

He sighed and tapped his wand to it. He got into it and handed it off. He then looked at her, pity withering his face. She understood that look. He hit her several times, each one stinging horribly and by the end she was bleeding from her mouth and nose. It brought a few tears to her eyes, but not enough to conjure her curse. She was too numb, knowing she would soon be discarded. All this was just to show her kidnappers how worthless she was. He pointed his wand at her. “Just a simple spell to speed up the bruising. There, that should get his attention. Turn on one light, we need him to really see her.” 

She was silent, looking off to the side, wanting it all to be over as fast as possible. Her gut twisted in anticipation despite the years of not caring what he thought of her. He was going to see all her ugly, cursed scars and refuse to help.

She heard Terrence answer. She had never ever called him before, not even when her Mother had tried to force her. And she sure as hell would never video chat with him. He sounded amused and a little confused, voice lightly husky, but always boyish. “Scylla? What-” Terrence’s voice cut off harshly. There was a long pause before he spoke again, more serious than ever. “What the fuck is going on?”

The man stepped into view, next to Scylla as she frowned, confused by his tonal shift, but refusing to look up. “Hello, Chosen One. Your little fiancé wouldn’t tell us what we needed to know, so we were forced to get a little rough. You should be proud of her, she didn't give us any information about you. She's a tough little bird. So, how about a deal? Give yourself over and we won’t mess up your pretty fiancé anymore.”

She winced at that word.

The voice coming from her phone sounded foreign. It was furious, every syllable dripping with pure malice. “I'm going to make you regret ever touching her.” She'd never heard Terrence like that before and it made her glance up as if she could see his face. She quickly looked away from the camera, though. Any minute now, he'd laugh and hang up and she wasn’t going to let him see that, for a split second, she’d believed him.

The man suddenly grabbed her hair and yanked it back. It startled her, making her squeak. “Well, then, let’s meet up!”

“He hung up.”

They laughed. The man let go of Scylla. “Alright, let’s get her some food and water and set her up in the guest room.” She was escorted away by the same man who’d been kind to her. “It’ll take him a while to get to us, so you can enjoy a meal.” He was given a damp rag which he handed to her. “For the bleeding. There's a mirror in the bathroom.”

She frowned warily, refusing to touch it.

He sighed. “I do regret it. Hitting you. You didn't deserve it. Or any of this.” He set it on the table. “Hopefully, this will be the last time we need to use you. This room is escape proof.” He left.

It was just a waiting game now. Waiting to see their faces when no one showed up. Her food was brought to her and she was surprised by how well made it was. She barely nibbled at it, though, curled up in a chair. A few tears fell down her cheeks, but judging by her food, it was barely enough to activate her curse. She was still too numb, having accepted her fate long ago. She was fodder. She'd been born to be fodder and had grown up as it. She knew how unimportant her life really was. She just felt bad that they hadn't figured it out yet.

Chapter Two, Chapter Three

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 19: Raging Bull (Aphrodisiacs)

Theseus has confronted Asterion, the minotaur he was sent to kill, except whatever steroid he was given has had a large, thick side effect Theseus has no way of escaping.

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Rated Mature. Asterion the Minotaur (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Theseus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aphrodisiacs, Analingus, Extremely Dubious Consent, Theseus eats aphrodisiacs to survive the minotaur cock, Asterion is unknowingly fed aphrodisiacs.

You can read this on my AO3.

Theseus had been given a task he knew was meant to kill him. But he’d already shed so much blood to get here, he couldn’t just give up now. The maze was immense and no one had ever escaped it, but he had a plan. He had with him many rolls of yarn, which he used to help him get to the center to kill the minotaur without getting lost.

The minotaur was his last task and he knew he’d be able to kill it. He just needed to find it. He didn’t know how long it took, but after what felt like a few days, he could hear the beast in the distance. Adrenaline began pumping through his veins as he got closer, hearing it rampaging.

It looked furious, muscles bulging, roars echoing and shaking his bones. Taking a calm breath before several small ones to hype himself up, he stepped into view of the creature.

“I am Theseus! I have come here to-” His breath caught, silencing him and chilling his core.

The minotaur had turned and stood, chuffing and staring down at him. And down, hanging between his legs, large, throbbing and fully erect, was his cock. Impossibly large. It dripped precum. He stared at it, unable to look away. Thick, flared and rounded at the tip and twitching.

He took a step back. Did minotaurs go into ruts? Was it seasonal? He looked around, curious if anything had set him off. To his horror, he saw aphrodisiac flowers mixed in with the creature’s food. He took more steps away from the minotaur. He’d wait another day to fight it, to let the aphrodisiac work through its system.

The beast roared at Theseus and charged. Theseus ran, sliding behind a maze wall and staying quiet and still. He didn’t know how good the minotaur’s nose was, but he hoped it was dulled in the maze.

He heard the beast pass by and dared to breathe. He peaked around the corner and found himself alone. He crept out and into the minotaur’s lair. He knew there was a secret hatch where they fed the beast and if he was quiet and quick enough, he could escape.

He found the hatch easy enough, it was right above the plate of food. He frowned at the flowers, wondering if it'd been an accident or on purpose. If the king knew what happened, he would have made sure not to. But the king also wanted him dead. He thought about how bulging the minotaur's muscles had been. It seemed to also act as a steroid to it. If the King had believed it to be a steroid only, it would make sense to use it to try to kill Theseus.

Well, he'd deal with it later, for now, he was going to camp out where it was safe and then kill the minotaur later. The only problem was the hatch was out of his reach. He found an old table and chairs and moved them under the hatch as quietly and quickly as possible. They were old, long forgotten, even by the beast, but he had faith they’d hold up.

He touched the hatch and found it unlocked. Relief flooded through him. He began to pull himself through, but was grabbed. Large, strong hands grabbed his waist and tugged it to their face. The minotaur chuffed, inhaling Theseus' scent. He tried to climb and pull free, but the minotaur licked his ass under his battle skirts to the cloth that covered him. A thick, leather tongue pushed under it and wrapped around the material, pulling it off. 

“No!” He tried to keep them on, but there was no point. He was up against the strength of a minotaur. His under skirts were off and thrown across the room. He was yanked away from the hatch, the door slamming shut.

The beast’s nose pressed against his ass before he licked it. He gasped and squirmed, but he was being held at face level with the beast and didn't want to fall. Not that he thought he could wrestle out of the beast’s grip.

He licked Theseus again, with more vigor, pressing into his ass with too much ease for his liking. He tried not to make a sound that would encourage the beast, but he shivered. The minotaur moved, pushing the table and chairs off to the side and setting him on the ground. His face landed square in the plate of flowers.

Their strong scent was unmistakable. He bit his lip, trying not to feel anything with a tongue that seemed to know what it was doing. He reached out for a handful of flowers and shoved them into his mouth. If the minotaur was going to have his way with Theseus, he may as well find a way to enjoy it. He took another handful, unsure how much was needed or when it would kick in.

He tried to relax under the minotaur, but he was still on edge. It wasn’t until he was well into his seventh moan, he realized the aphrodisiac had kicked in. His body had melted and he pressed his ass against the tongue, wanting more.

The minotaur pulled his tongue away, which made Theseus whine a little until he felt the girth of the minotaur pushing into him. His body relented, stretching easily for the beast. It filled him up more than he thought he’d ever be able to handle and he loved it. Sure, it could be the aphrodisiac clouding things, but the minotaur was relentless, pounding into him with all his strength. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d probably die, but it was a glorious way to go.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 18: Handcrafted (Age Difference)

Lori, alone for ten years, finds new life when a dragonkin, thirty years her junior, takes a strong interest in her.

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Rated Mature. Original Dragonborn Character(s), Original Human Character(s), Age Difference, About thirty years difference, Two Dicks, Fluff, Condoms, telepathy.

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Lori sipped her morning coffee on her front porch, watching the townsfolk begin their day. They waved at the fifty-six year old as they walked by. Thomas stopped by like he did every day, bringing her her favorite donut.

“Morning, Lori. The market’s finally up.”

“Oh?” She looked around at her garden, full of different, exotic plants and flowers. “That’s wonderful. I’ll go visit them today, I need a refresher course on my flowers, a couple didn’t make it from last year.”

He waved her off and she ate her donut in peace while she finished her coffee. The day was bright and sunny and beckoned her out of her little house. She looked down the road and saw, in the distance, the canopy tops. She washed her cup and went into her bedroom, deciding to change into a sundress. The drawer of the dresser fell out, the wooden tracks completely shot. Lori almost dropped it, several dresses spilled onto the floor. She sighed and spent the next few minutes gently settling it back in and folding the dresses back in. She really needed to get a new one. She pulled the top half her hair back loosely and put on her favorite sun hat. She paused and went back to her small vanity on the dresser. She put on a simple necklace and matching earrings. Why shouldn’t she dress up to have fun?

The walk to the street market was short. The warm sun and light breeze filled her with joy. She greeted her neighbors who ran their own stand. She had a few mesh bags she put their fruit and vegetables in. Her favorite shop with exotic plants was her longest stop. She asked them about proper care again, wondering what she’d done wrong with her failed flowers. They suggested a different kind that she didn’t have yet. They were loaded into a cardboard box and she thanked them before moving on.

A sweet pastry in hand, Lori passed by an area with wooden furniture. She went over, putting the rest of the pastry in her mouth and wiping off any leftovers. She shifted the box of plants to her other side so she could touch the wood grain with a clean hand. There were tables, chairs, bed frames and dressers. Lori wandered over to those, finding one just a little larger and longer than her own. He stopped at her waist and had a larger mirror on top.

As she opened and closed the drawers, impressed at how smooth it was, a dragonkin came over to her. His spines and horns were brighter and smaller than older ones, but his horns were fully formed, meaning he was a young adult.

“Hello!” He said, towering over her by at least a foot. It would have been intimidating if his charm hadn’t softened his features. “Can I help you with anything? I can hold those flowers while you look. I’m Enox.”

She smiled at him, taken by his strong build and beautiful orange scales that shifted to a rich red. Why not? Why not let the handsome dragonkin help her out? “Thank you! I’m Lori.” She handed him the flowers. “These are beautiful pieces!”

“Thank you, my kin and I made these together.”

“Which one’s yours?”

He nodded to the one she stood at. “I’m very proud of this one.”

“You should be! It’s gorgeous. I was just thinking I need to replace my old one. The tracks are shot and the drawers are warped and having a larger mirror would be nice.” She eyed the price tag. It was underselling for the amount of precise craftsmanship. She had enough savings that she’d be able to afford it at the proper amount it should be sold for.

“I can’t think of a better person for it to go to, a beautiful piece should belong to an even more beautiful woman.” He grinned.

She laughed. “No need to butter me up, I was already going to purchase it.”

“I was only speaking the truth. How do you want to pay for it? Do you have anyone who can help you take it home?”

“Card and no, I’m afraid I’m all alone. I’m sure I can pay some of the younger boys to move it for me.”

“No, I can move it for you.”

Her brows rose. “Don’t you need to be here, helping customers instead of old women?”

“Do I want to be waiting around for someone to critique our work who has no experience in woodworking or help out a beautiful woman who appreciates art because she is art?” He clicked his tongue. “It’s a no brainer for me.”

Lori could feel herself blushing. “Well, if you insist!” It had been years since anyone had cared to flirt with her. Her husband had long since passed and any positive energy from her kids had moved with them out of state. The closest she got was Thomas’ donut.

He led her to the kiosk where she paid for the dresser, adding in a five hundred dollar tip.

Enox’s eyes widened, his tail began to wave around emphatically. “Fifteen hundred dollars! That’s too much!”

She waved him away. “I’m paying well under what it’s worth already. Your work is wonderful.”

The older dragonkin nodded humbly. “I admit I told him to undersell it since it’s his first piece he made himself. I’m glad to be proven wrong.”

He reached into the cash box for the keys. “I’m borrowing the truck, dad.”

His dad eyed him. “Don’t take too long.”

Enox scoffed and set to work moving the piece in sections onto the truck. Watching Enox lift everything himself, arms and back flexing with enormous strength was a sight that kept her attention. She tried to be subtle, only showing small glimpses of appreciation. He loaded up the flowers into the back seat and held the door open for her. She climbed in with minimal effort, which she was proud of.

She held the door open for him, which let her a little more openly marvel at his strength. He put the dresser together in her living room before taking a property look around her small home. “Wow! This place looks-”

“Like an old lady lives here?”

He shook his head. “Like whoever lives here loves it and takes care of it.” His tail patted the walls. “I can feel it.”

“Really?” She looked around. “Well, this place does have a lot of good memories to it, though I worry now that it’s just me, if I have enough love for it.”

“You do.” He winked.

She smiled, her heart warming.

He looked around. “So, where is this going?”

“Oh! Right! Uhm, right in here.”

Enox followed her into her bedroom. A queen sat in the middle, though, it had been ten years since anyone else had used the other side. In that time, she’d made the room all hers, which she left a twinge of embarrassment now that someone else was in it. She’d brought plants and little cottagecore decorations to make it feel whimsical, but it was suddenly feeling so childish.

“Excuse the decisions, I know it's childish.”

He gave the room a once over. “I think it’s nice. Very natural.”

She laughed. “Now, I know you’re just being polite!”

Enox shook his head, which almost scraped against the roof. “I love nature. I work with it everyday. It feels like a fairytale in here.” His eyes landed on the dresser. “Is that it?”

She looked at the sad excuse of a dresser. “Yes, it was my childhood dresser and it’s finally showing its age.”

Enox nodded, his hand feeling over the top. “What are you going to do with it?”

“I don’t know, really. I can’t think of anyone who’d want it, so if you’d like to call dibs, be my guest.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah? I’ll absolutely take it! I can fix it up and bring it back to life.”

She smiled. “I’d love that.” She took a deep breath. “Well, I should empty these out for you. Would you like something to eat or drink while you wait?”

“I’ll have some coffee.”

In the kitchen, she heated up the water and cleaned out her french press. “How strong do you like it?”

“Very strong.”

She nodded and poured several spoonfuls, looking up at him. He leaned forward and took her hand in his and scooped out a few more. His hands felt sturdy around hers. They made eye contact and she felt herself flush. 

She let go of the scoop in the coffee bag, resting her hand in his. Her heart fluttered wildly. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Twenty-five.” His thumb rubbed circles in her palm. “Plenty old enough to find your company exhilarating.”

“That’s thirty-one years.” She wasn’t sure if he meant what she thought it did, so she sounded more amused than careful.

He hummed and brought her hand to his lips, kissing them. “I don’t mind if you don’t. I love being around priceless treasures.”

She laughed and huffed. “Oh for heaven sakes! You’ve had me blushing stupidly since we first met.” She patted her cheek with the back of her hand.

Enox grinned wide. “Yeah, I love how it lights up your face.”

She moved away and grabbed the pot of boiling water and poured it over the large amount of coffee to steep. “I suppose I should go clear out those drawers…”

“If you want to. I wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with you.”

Her breath came out light. “And just what did you have in mind?”

Enox went to her and gently removed her sun hat. “Well, not to be too bold, but I’d love to kiss you.”

She looked up at him, the last bit of reality clutching to her sense and reason. “You’re not just… Trying to make an old woman feel attractive are you?” Her words were breathy, scared and hopeful at the same time. She didn’t know what she wanted the outcome to be.

He held her hands, looking at them compared to his rougher ones. “Don’t short change yourself. You’re very pretty and very sexy. I don’t make a habit of flirting with everyone just to get a rise out of them. I like you and would like to get to know you.”

Even if it wasn’t true, what was one moment with a younger man? What did she have to lose? Nothing anymore, it was just her now. “Alright!”

He wasted no time kissing her. She gasped, gripping his arms to sturdy herself. She was moved to the wall where she was pressed against it. Her arms wrapped around his neck, dragging her to her tiptoes. He kissed her in a way that made her melt.

“Can I touch you?”

Her breath was shaking as she nodded. “Yes! Why not? Do what you’d like!”

A low rumble rolled up his throat. “Don’t say that, that’s dangerous.” His hands snaked under her dress, gripping her thighs and lifting her off the ground so she was more level with him. Her back rested against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“How?”

He kissed her. “Dragonkin can take that and make that mean anything. Sure, I can make love with you, but that could also mean move in or claim you…”

Her heart thundered against her chest at the idea of that. “I… I see…” Her legs were spread wide, pressed against his crotch. He kissed her chest, long tongue slipping under the neckline to her nipples. She gasped, feeling herself grow wet and wanting. “C-claim an old woman? Wouldn’t that… Wouldn’t that be taboo?”

Enox huffed out of his nose, the heat almost too much on her chest. His tongue flicked her nipple while wrapping around her breast. 

I love your age, Lori. Age is only a problem when one half can’t understand what any of it means. If we both want it and understand what it means, I don’t see why it should matter.

She realized he was talking to her through her mind, his mouth still occupied. Her body was electric, wanting more from him than he was already giving. She rocked her hips, the friction making her shiver. Enox’s tail slid under her panties, hissing in delight when her wetness coated the tip. It pulled her panties to the side. Between plating, two cocks poked through, rubbing against her slit. She moaned loudly, turning to putty. 

Enox made the same throat noise. So soft, so beautiful…

She gasped, her chest tightening at his kind words even as pleasure rippled through her.

Do you want me to put on a condom?

“I… I don’t have any…”

I do.

“I-” she moaned, rubbing against his cocks as best she could off the floor and pinned to the wall. Enox stilled, removing his tongue to kiss her neck. She blinked and breathed and finally nodded.

He set her down, making sure she was steady on her feet before pulling two condoms out. Lori watched. Away from his strength and intensity, she began to doubt his reason for pursuing this. Pursuing her. She glanced at the mirror of the dresser that waited for her. She was disheveled. She went to it, combing out her hair in controlled panic. What must she look like to him?

He turned to her, eyeing her through the mirror. He went to her, saunter intimidating, having much more confidence than Lori ever felt she had. His hands wrapped around her waist and he kissed her neck. She leaned into it, but some of her carefree demeanor had wilted.

“Would you feel more comfortable on the bed?”

She winced. “Is that too plain?”

“Nothing about you is plain.”

She laughed and began to feel the energy between them reignite just as bright as it once had. He led her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. He kissed her, hands roaming to cup her breasts. Her legs spread wide to accommodate his large frame, feeling small under him. He rubbed against her as he kissed over her body, savoring her as best he could before she grew impatient and ground against him.

He pressed against her, slipping his bottom cock in while the top one rubbed against her clit. She moaned loudly, back arching. He pulled her dress down and sucked her breasts into his mouth. Enox’s tongue wrapped around it, squeezing and rubbing her nipple.

It wasn’t long before Lori was pushed enough to whisper. “Harder?”

Enox rumbled in his throat, picking up a pace that floored Lori. He did not hold back, thrusting hard against her. She became a mass of screams, gripping onto as much of him as she could, muttering “YES!” over and over. Their tongues collided as she came. It drove her dragonkin lover wild. His hands gripped her hips, securing her tighter to him as he thrust faster, forgetting himself. The bed rocked dangerously, but all either cared about was how close he was and how close she was to another orgasm.

He bellowed low in his throat, vibrating through himself to her as he took a final plunge and came, digging deep into her. She ground on him, grasping for her own orgasm one last time. She breathed, vision blurry. Enox’s head was pressed against her collar bone, quivering as she slowly stopped grinding on him.

You’re so beautiful.

The awe in his thought did not escape her. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to cry. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be wanted and she didn’t want this young dragonkin to see her become a blubbering mess.

He went to kiss her and then stopped and she knew she’d been had. “Did I do something wrong?”

The tears overflowed. “Goodness, no! Don’t mind me, really, just-”

“Please don’t.” His plea was gentle and almost sad. “You keep putting your age down like it makes you hideous.” He slowly pulled out of her. She sat up as he pulled her legs over his lap and rubbed them. “You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. I love your age, it makes you more beautiful to me than anyone else.”

Her chest tightened again and she laughed nervously. “You keep saying that and I’ll cry even more.”

“Is that why you’re crying?” He reached out a hand to her.

She took it, letting him rub the back of it with his thumb. She nodded. “It just got the best of me, that’s all… I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I’d been intimate. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

He kissed the palm of her hand. “I don’t think you did. It’s important to be open about these things. If you need a little space, we can have that coffee now?”

“Oh! I bet it’s cold!”

Enox got off the bed and helped her stand. He kissed her hand again, eyes watching her reaction. He grinned when it still made her flush.

They settled on the porch to enjoy their cups. Enox sat in a chair kitty-corner to her while she curled into a chair, tucking her legs to her side. As relaxed as she felt, she was still too vulnerable without her panties.

Enox sipped his coffee. “Thank you.”

“Of course. So, what are you going to say when they ask why you took so long?”

He grinned. “I figured I’d just tell them I met my future mate.”

She fell into a fit of giggles. “Stop it!”

“I love your laugh. I did tell you it was a dangerous thing to do to tell me to do what I like.”

She looked him over and found him serious. She frowned. “Wait… Wait, you’re serious?”

Enox leaned over the arm of the chair and rested his head on his hand. “I’ve never been more serious.”

She sputtered, wanting to bring up once more that she was thirty years older than him, but remembered the sadness in his eyes when she did. “Is… Is that allowed?”

He laughed. “I’m an adult, they can’t tell me what’s allowed and what isn’t. I know I want to spend more time with you and make you laugh and other things.”

Her face flushed again.

“Like that.”

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 17: According to Plan (Adultery, Somnophilia)

Mariet's had enough of her cheating husband, which is exactly what her new lover, Kuri wanted and planned for.

~~~

Rated Mature. Original Kitsune Character(s), Original Human Character(s), Adultery, Cheating, Somnophilia, Cunnilingus, Dildos.

You can read this on my AO3.

It was late into the evening when Kuri had a visitor. She set her wine down and picked up the phone. “Who is it?”

The line was silent for a moment. “It’s… It’s Mariet…”

Mariet sounded distressed. She buzzed her in immediately and waited outside her door for the woman. Mariet looked small, arms crossed tightly to her body, eyes firmly planted on the ground. She wore a beautiful evening gown, dark green with gold accents. Her faded black hair was done up with lavish jewelry. 

“Mariet, are you alright? Come in!” Kuri took her jacket and hung it in her closet. 

The woman, in her late forties, continued to hug herself. “I'm sorry. I don't know what brought me here, just… You always said I was welcome, no matter what…”

“And you are. Please, have a seat, you look like you've been crying.”

She tried to smile, but her resolve faltered. “I… I have.”

“I'll pour you some wine. Tell me what happened. You look so beautiful, what would ruin your night?”

She swallowed. “Scott had an event to go to tonight, but I had an appointment and couldn't go… He said he'd miss my company and would manage all alone. It was really sweet, but…”

Kuri handed her a glass of her favorite wine. “Yes. I was supposed to go, but also had an appointment. I thought about going after it, but decided just to stay in.”

Mariet nodded. “Well… My appointment got canceled, so I got ready and was going to surprise Scott, but…” Tears welled up. “He had some woman on his arm and- and kissed her on her cheek!” Tears fell down her face. “I'm sure- I know there could be a perfect explanation, but…”

“He'd said he'd be alone.”

She nodded and any strength she had fizzled. She began to cry. Kuri was next to her in moments with tissues. She fell against her, sobbing against Kuri’s silk blouse. “I’m sure I sound crazy! I just thought he'd get over this!”

Kuri frowned. “Get over this?”

Mariet sniffled and sat up, looking down in shame. “He’s had an affair before, but it was years ago, when he was just starting his business and I thought he was just doing it to rise up or- or because of stress, but…”

“Darling,” Kuri sighed.

“I know! I’m stupid-”

“No.” Kuri’s words were stern, silencing Mariet. “You are not stupid, Mari. You should be able to trust him. And he should be drooling at your feet and rushing home to be with you! I know I would if you were mine.”

She laughed between sniffles. “You’ve always been kind to me.”

“I’ve always been honest,” she scoffed.

Mariet sighed heavily, covering her face. “Ugh! I just feel so stupid! I got all dressed up only to end up with egg on my face!”

Kuri pulled her into a hug, rubbing her arm. “What a scumbag.”

Mariet was quiet for a moment before she looked up at Kuri, her mascara blotched at the corner of her eyes. “I never asked… Did you… Ever see him with women?”

“I saw him surround himself with models, but I never saw him being explicit. I just thought he was a chauvinist and liked the image. I didn’t realize he was doing anything with them. Sometimes I suspected, but I had a full plate being his co-CEO.”

“Of course.” She sniffled.

“Mariet, I would have told you if I’d known. I feel like an idiot for not knowing or seeing.”

“No, no!” She sat up and dabbed at her eyes. “It’s not like it was your responsibility! I didn’t mean to imply…”

Her words trailed off as Kuri gently wiped the mascara away with her thumbs. It was so gentle and soft, Mariet was leaning into the touch. She hadn’t been touched like that since before she’d gotten married twenty-eight years ago. She hadn’t realized how much she craved it.

Kuri, so beautiful, so sharp and intelligent. Even Scott had commended her precise calculation. Her golden brown eyes focused on her task and then on Mariet. “I’m sorry you’ve been so let down and saddled with a shit husband.”

She wanted to defend him, but after tonight, she was too deflated. Her gaze fell to Kuri’s lips and she wondered if they were as soft as her touch was. And when they pressed against hers, she found it to be true, soft, yet confident. She leaned into it, wanting and needing the comfort.

She pulled away quickly, covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes widened. “I- I can’t believe I did that!”

Kuri was relaxed, watching her closely. It was only after a moment that Mariet felt Kuri’s hand on her thigh. She looked down at it, knowing she needed to remove it. She’d crossed a boundary, one her husband kept crossing. What did it say about her that she so easily did it?

Before she could say any more, Kuri was tucking some hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, you deserve to be loved properly. I’d love you with all my being if you were with me. You’d never have to wish for more.” She removed her hand and let it rest in her lap.

Her skin prickled for more of that touch. She’d be just like her husband and yet… Her heart ached for all those promises. Kuri had been there for her from the very beginning, being a friend and a comfort. And she couldn’t deny that she loved the thought of spending her life with that comfort and friendship.

“Don’t overthink it, Mari. It’s either yes or no. I’ll respect either choice.”

Her bones ached for Kuri’s touch. She nodded.

Kuri smiled and kissed her. “I’ll never let you down.”

Mariet laughed, her chest light and breathy. “Those promises are dangerous…”

“I’m a dangerous woman.”

She believed it. But she also knew that that danger would never be focused on her. Kuri’s hands rubbed her arms and then her legs, slowly pulling her dress up. Mariet’s chest fluttered, her body igniting at the foreign touch.

Kuri knelt on the floor, pushing the dress up further.

Mariet panicked. “What!?” She pushed her dress down.

Kuri kissed her knee. “I’d like to taste you.” The way her brows knitted together gave her away. Kuri sighed. “Don’t tell me, when was the last time Scott ate you out?”

“He… He never… He always thought it too messy…”

Kuri’s brows rose. “Messy in general or messy because you cum a lot?”

“He doesn’t know I- I do that. Just in general.”

She scoffed before she could stop herself. “That’s unforgivable. I don’t mind the mess, Mariet. I fucking love it. And I want to show you a way I can love you.” Kuri gently pushed up her dress. “Please, baby?”

Mariet had never been eaten out and she’d stopped thinking about it by the time she’d been married. It was completely new to have someone that close. But with Kuri calling her baby and being so gentle…

“If it’s too much, I’ll stop.” She kissed her inner thigh.

Mariet opened her legs automatically, but Kuri looked at her, waiting for a response. Mariet nodded. “Okay… I trust you.”

She pushed up that gorgeous dress and leaned into her thighs. She bit them, making Mariet jump. “Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it. You’re so soft and just the thought of how sweet you’re going to be…” She very gently bit her again, moaning. She wanted these covered in marks, but Mariet wasn’t there yet. 

“You’re… You’re really into this…” Mariet breathed, laughing nervously.

Kuri stopped and straightened, pulling her into a kiss. “Scott gave you twenty plus years of worthless quickies. I’m going to make love to you until you’re too tired to keep your eyes open.”

She visibly shivered at an idea she could barely comprehend. Kuri lowered herself between Mariet’s legs, hooking her arms under the woman and pulling her to the edge of the couch.

She squealed and giggled. “You’re… You’re so strong!”

Kuri grinned. “I work out.” She pushed the dress up over Mariet’s hips. “Oh, Mari!” She cooed. “Crotchless panties!”

Mariet flushed, her hands fisting on her dress.

Kuri petted the lace over her pussy. “And you’re shaved. Do you like being shaved?”

Biting her lip, she shook her head.

“Then you should start letting it be natural.”

“But-” She gasped suddenly. Kuri, petting the lace lightly, pressed her knuckle deeper, sinking between her lips to her clit. She spread the lace and licked her pussy. Mariet gasped loudly, jumping at the sensation. It flooded her system, overwhelming her senses. Kuri moaned at the sweet taste, licking more intensely.

Mariet’s toes curled, her body reacting without any control. She squirmed and moaned loudly. She winced and covered her mouth.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. I want to hear you fully.” She’d never heard Kuri be so commanding towards her. She instantly grabbed the skirt of her dress and twisted it in her hands tightly as she moaned. She’d never moaned fully before and while it felt wrong to, it was relief.

Kuri licked her clit harder in response which just made Mariet writhe more. It felt so, so good, she was screaming and shaking before she knew it. Her orgasm spilled down the couch and over Kuri, who cooed loudly and drank it up. Mariet was stunned watching Kuri turn ravenous. She was always so in control, but she had her mouth open as wide as possible to drink in Mariet’s juices.

“You-” she took deep breaths.

Kuri bit Mariet’s thighs gently. “You taste wonderful. I knew you would.”

She was too stunned to remark on that. Kuri stood and held her hand out to Mariet. She took it, standing up in a daze. She followed Kuri further into the apartment.

Kuri sat out on the railing of her balcony, five stories up in her silk pajamas. It was one in the morning and Mariet was deeply asleep in her bed. She lit a cigarette, her many fox tails hung languidly off both sides. Her ears twitched as Mariet turned in her sleep. She looked at her phone, typing out a message.

Kuri: It worked. Two more weeks should be good and then we’re even.

Unknown: Good. I think I’ll milk him a bit longer, he’s easy to manipulate once you stroke his ego.

Kuri: Lol, get fucked slut.

Unknown: Have fun in your domestic hell, bitch.

Kuri laughed and deleted the messages. She took a long drag, reveling in how the smoke filled her lungs. She’d have to quit these for Mariet. A pittance of a sacrifice. Mariet’s happiness was worth all the wealth she had. She could still smell her lover all over her, which only delighted the kitsune more.

Kuri had wanted Mariet the moment they’d met. Sweet, innocent, loyal, and traditionally feminine. In her five hundred years, she hadn’t cared for it. For settling down and having a wife. And she would never have, if she hadn’t felt obligated to keep Mariet company at an event while Scott had fucked off to who knew where. Those precious hours had changed her whole world. Mariet was passionate, optimistic, and had the wisdom most overlooked. By the end of the night, she’d known there would be no peace for her until she had Mariet. Thankfully, her soon-to-be-ex was a complete tool and had practically sabotaged his marriage himself.

She stretched, perfectly balancing on the railing and slid off the balcony with perfect grace. She went to Mariet, watching her as she slept, naked and very happy. Her dress was strewn across the floor, along with all their other clothes. She stripped and changed fully into her kitsune form, tails spread out behind her, fur covering her body, and multiple eyes focused on her lover.

She grabbed a strap-on and climbed between Mariet’s legs. She rubbed the middle-aged woman, feeling her become wet in her sleep. She pressed the dildo against her slit and slowly pushed in. Mariet sighed and shifted her head to the other side. Kuri’s long tongue lapped at her nipples. Her beautiful partner sighed happily, legs opening wider. Even asleep, she loved Kuri’s touch. She went slow, savoring how ethereal she looked, peacefully asleep with her legs spread. She pressed a thumb pressed against her clit, keeping still, knowing the slow motion of her thrusts would create enough friction.

Mariet shifted again, a soft moan dancing around Kuri’s ears.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

There's a cool idea for some OCs in here somewhere...

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 16: Ass-entuate The Possitive (Ass Worship, Pegging)

Dawn is tired of how large her ass it, but Marthe has only begun worshiping it.

~~~

Rated Mature. Original Female Demon Character, Original Female Witch Character, third date, ass worship, Pegging, Body Worship, Analingus, Dildos, Light Dom/sub.

You can read this on my AO3.

It was their third date and Dawn had managed not to make a fool of herself with Marthe, the cool, incredibly buff demon woman. She’d kept her obsession with knowledge and research of all things down to a minimum, as well as her more nerdy hobbies. And it had helped that they hadn’t been to Dawn’s house yet. The moment that happened, she was sure Marthe would sever contact. It was one thing for her dates to know she was a witch, but when they realized how bad of a nerd she was it always severed the date. The moment they saw the piles of books, kitchen overflowing with ingredients and half cooked potions, they cut the date short. She didn’t want that with Marthe.

She knew she needed to cross that bridge, but she hoped she could do it slowly and ease them into it. She was an intense person and didn’t want to scare Marthe away. She liked spending time with Marthe. And the demon seemed at least amused with her, which was closer than she’d gotten in a long time.

Their date was at Marthe’s tonight. It was immaculate, clean, with very little on the surfaces. Dawn deflated a little. Marthe walked her through it. “It’s not much. I’m not good at decorating or making it look lived in.” She shrugged.

Dawn smiled. “I think it’s nice. They say a clean space helps your mind think more clearly.”

Marthe laughed. “I don’t think it works.”

The dining table was set up to look like a restaurant with a tablecloth, wine glasses, beautiful plates and cloth napkins. Dawn’s eyes widened. “Wow! This is really fancy!” She looked at the seating and realized if she was on the inside, it’d be a tight squeeze. Her ass was, well, big and her hips were wide. She hated them. It was always causing her trouble.

“You’re on the inside, dinner’s just about done.” She turned into the kitchen.

Dawn raised up on her tiptoes to miss the table, landing on the other side without incident. She sat down. Marthe brought out the food and wine and they got lost in conversation. Despite their different lifestyles, they always found something to talk about and it felt so natural.

So, it was to her dismay when Dawn needed the bathroom. Marthe moved to let her by. She managed to scoot by without any trouble, though it took a lot of concentration. On her way back, however, Marthe reached for her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“I hope that wasn’t too forward.”

Dawn shook her head, smiling. “No! I really liked that…” She could feel her cheeks burning and knew all the freckles scattered heavily on her face were darker than before.

She tried to scoot by the table, but as distracted as she was, she missed. Her butt pulled the tablecloth as she slid by, jostling plates and Marthe’s wine glass. She winced and tried to adjust, but it was too late. The cloth slid with her as did half the things on the table.

Marthe tried to catch what she could, but it all fell around Dawn, exploding in glass shards, wine and food. Dawn covered her mouth, keeping still as everything broke around her.

Her heart sank. “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe-” She was at a loss for words, she couldn’t believe she’d fumbled this hard. “I’ll pay for all the damage!”

Marthe, however, was reaching over the pile and grabbing Dawn’s waist. With extreme ease, she lifted Dawn up. The action silenced any rambling she would have continued, caught off guard by how strong Marthe was. She wasn’t petite. She curves from the soft life as a researcher, but it was as if she was weightless.

By the time she was set on the table, Dawn was flustered by Marthe’s strength. Her body was warm, prickling with excitement. Marthe crouched, unaware, and gently cupped the back of Dawn’s leg, pulling her dress up some to look at her legs.

“You got cut.”

“What?” She lifted her legs to see, pulling her dress up past her knees. “Oh, I am.” She waved her hand over her legs and instantly, the deeper ones were healed. The shallower ones were still bleeding, but at least it wasn’t too bad.

Marthe left to the kitchen, coming back with a warm towel to wipe away the blood.

Dawn looked down at the mess she’d made. “I’m really sorry… I was being so careful, but this damn ass of mine.”

“I love your ass.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Marthe nodded, smirking the way that always got to Dawn. “I love how big it is and I love your hips. I’ve wanted to grab them since we first met, but I figured that’d be too forward. I’ll go get bandages.” She left.

Dawn looked at the mess, her brain churning more and more how it was unbelievable that Marthe was so chill about this. She said so when Marthe came back with a first aid kit.

Marthe frowned. “It was an accident.” She began to apply bandages.

“Yeah, caused by my big, dumb butt.” Dawn winced while she pouted.

“You are not dumb, Dawn. I know you’ve been hiding it, but you’re one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met and I’ve had thousands of years to meet people.” She glanced at Dawn. “Why should I be mad at your butt?”

“Cause it’s huge and knocks everything off.” She was exasperated and incensed at her own body. It was always getting in her way.

Marthe stopped stared at her. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you.”

Dawn’s eyes widened. “What!?”

“I’ll prove how much I love your ass.”

“Marthe…” She was at a loss for words. Marthe had been so reserved and put together, she hadn’t expected this. Still, Dawn persisted, too stubborn about this topic. “That doesn’t make sense, it bumps into everything constantly. I’ve broken more things with it than my own two hands. I can never find pants that fit, always either too big up here and too loose around the legs or too tight up here and everything’s falling out. What’s to love about it? I can barely wear dresses I like cause they stretch at the hips and look awful.”

The demon put the last bandage on. Her demeanor changed suddenly. The chill, relaxed way she moved morphed into confident and commanding. “You’re not going to believe me unless I show you.” She moved Dawn to the small couch. “And don’t think I didn’t see how much you loved when I picked you up.” She bent Dawn over the armrest. “Stay.”

“Wh- what?” Her eyes were large as she looked at Marthe behind her. She wanted to stand and argue, but the commanding tone made her stay still. “What’re you going to do?”

She grabbed Dawn’s hips and pressed them against her. “I’m going to worship this ass until you can’t even think about it in a negative way without coming.”

“What? Wait, you’re serious!” She tried to stand, but Marthe put a hand firmly on her back and kept her bent over.

“This ass is no joking matter, Dawn.” Her hands rubbed over it above her clothes, squeezing it.

Dawn melted under her touch. She could feel the heat spread across her. “I… I’ve never had sex before.”

“Do you want to?”

Dawn nodded.

“Good. I’m going to have my way with you all night, then.” She lifted up Dawn’s dress, draping it over her hips. She hissed in delight, hands squeezing them and then her ass, fingers curling under her panties. She hadn’t expected for them to be seen, so she could only imagine her reaction at the rocket ship and stars with ‘space case’ written across it.

She jumped when teeth scraped against the bare meat of her ass. Marthe kissed it. “Mmm, look how big and soft it is.” Her teeth sank into it more, biting the side of her ass and sucking on it. Dawn winced and gripped a pillow. It was hard for her to move while draped over the side of the couch. Strong hands rubbed and spread her ass cheeks. It was now sinking in what exactly Marthe meant.

“Uh… Marthe…”

A warm tongue licked her asshole. It sent shoots of electricity down her whole body. She gasped loudly. Marthe moaned in delight as she licked Dawn’s ass. She pressed her face harder into it, pushing her tongue inside.

Dawn moaned unexpectedly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Marthe kissed and bit her ass. “So lovely, so wonderful.” Fingers slid between her legs. “Oh, you really liked that. You’re all wet.”

Dawn shivered.

“Did you like that, my dear?”

She nodded.

“Good. You have such a delectable ass, I want more of it. So much more.” Her fingers continued to rub her pussy as she leaned back in to lick her ass. It was an intense feeling, pushing her to her first orgasm, wriggling against Marthe’s face. Marthe’s fingers rubbed her pussy faster, milking her into another and another.

Dawn breathed heavily, catching her breath. Marth gave her a moment, but she was doing something. When Dawn had a mind to ask, something pressed against her ass again. It was slick and rubbed her asshole, lubing it up.

She turned and saw a bright pink strap-on. Her eyes widened.

Her hand was lightly wrapped around Dawn’s chin and throat, turning it to kiss her. “Don’t worry, it’s a small one. You tell me if it hurts and we’ll switch to my fingers.”

The commanding tone made her shiver. She nodded.

Marthe gently pulled on Dawn’s chin. “What was that?”

“O- Okay.”

“Good.” She kissed Dawn once more before starting, releasing her grip around Dawn’s neck. Slowly, Marthe pushed the dildo inside. It was uncomfortable, but Dawn kept relaxed and waited. When it was removed, Marthe applied more lube and this time, it was much easier. Dawn visibly relaxed, which made Marthe happy and earned her kisses.

“Such a soft, sweet ass. I can’t wait to pound the hell outta it.” She started slow and rhythmically. “Look at how well it takes it.” She slid all of it in. It rubbed against her walls and slowly built up Dawn’s orgasm. She buried her face into the couch as she moaned louder.

“That’s it, relax and enjoy how good your ass feels.”

When she’d finally gotten Dawn used to it, she began to thrust so fast and hard, Dawn was seeing stars. Her feet were barely touching the floor on her tip-toes. Marthe was bent over her, an arm resting just next to her head, kissing her neck and shoulders.

Her arm snaked around Dawn’s thigh and began to stroke her clit. In no time, Dawn shook and came harder than she ever thought possible.

Marthe kissed her shoulder, slowing down, but not stopping. “What do you say we go to a more comfortable place, like my bed?”

Dawn laughed, still breathing heavily. “Are- are you still trying to prove…” She took a deep breath as Marthe slowly inserted all of the dildo into her.

“No, babe, I think we’ve come to an understanding about how great your ass is. We haven’t been able to explore each other’s bodies fully and I’d like to do that.”

“I’d… I’d love that.”

Slowly, she eased out of Dawn and picked her up, cradling her in her arms. Dawn kissed her, giggling that she’d taken initiative. Marthe flexed against her, making her shiver.

The demon smirked and carried her to the bedroom.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 16: Ass-entuate The Possitive (Ass Worship, Pegging)

Dawn is tired of how large her ass it, but Marthe has only begun worshiping it.

~~~

Rated Mature. Original Female Demon Character, Original Female Witch Character, third date, ass worship, Pegging, Body Worship, Analingus, Dildos, Light Dom/sub.

You can read this on my AO3.

It was their third date and Dawn had managed not to make a fool of herself with Marthe, the cool, incredibly buff demon woman. She’d kept her obsession with knowledge and research of all things down to a minimum, as well as her more nerdy hobbies. And it had helped that they hadn’t been to Dawn’s house yet. The moment that happened, she was sure Marthe would sever contact. It was one thing for her dates to know she was a witch, but when they realized how bad of a nerd she was it always severed the date. The moment they saw the piles of books, kitchen overflowing with ingredients and half cooked potions, they cut the date short. She didn’t want that with Marthe.

She knew she needed to cross that bridge, but she hoped she could do it slowly and ease them into it. She was an intense person and didn’t want to scare Marthe away. She liked spending time with Marthe. And the demon seemed at least amused with her, which was closer than she’d gotten in a long time.

Their date was at Marthe’s tonight. It was immaculate, clean, with very little on the surfaces. Dawn deflated a little. Marthe walked her through it. “It’s not much. I’m not good at decorating or making it look lived in.” She shrugged.

Dawn smiled. “I think it’s nice. They say a clean space helps your mind think more clearly.”

Marthe laughed. “I don’t think it works.”

The dining table was set up to look like a restaurant with a tablecloth, wine glasses, beautiful plates and cloth napkins. Dawn’s eyes widened. “Wow! This is really fancy!” She looked at the seating and realized if she was on the inside, it’d be a tight squeeze. Her ass was, well, big and her hips were wide. She hated them. It was always causing her trouble.

“You’re on the inside, dinner’s just about done.” She turned into the kitchen.

Dawn raised up on her tiptoes to miss the table, landing on the other side without incident. She sat down. Marthe brought out the food and wine and they got lost in conversation. Despite their different lifestyles, they always found something to talk about and it felt so natural.

So, it was to her dismay when Dawn needed the bathroom. Marthe moved to let her by. She managed to scoot by without any trouble, though it took a lot of concentration. On her way back, however, Marthe reached for her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“I hope that wasn’t too forward.”

Dawn shook her head, smiling. “No! I really liked that…” She could feel her cheeks burning and knew all the freckles scattered heavily on her face were darker than before.

She tried to scoot by the table, but as distracted as she was, she missed. Her butt pulled the tablecloth as she slid by, jostling plates and Marthe’s wine glass. She winced and tried to adjust, but it was too late. The cloth slid with her as did half the things on the table.

Marthe tried to catch what she could, but it all fell around Dawn, exploding in glass shards, wine and food. Dawn covered her mouth, keeping still as everything broke around her.

Her heart sank. “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe-” She was at a loss for words, she couldn’t believe she’d fumbled this hard. “I’ll pay for all the damage!”

Marthe, however, was reaching over the pile and grabbing Dawn’s waist. With extreme ease, she lifted Dawn up. The action silenced any rambling she would have continued, caught off guard by how strong Marthe was. She wasn’t petite. She curves from the soft life as a researcher, but it was as if she was weightless.

By the time she was set on the table, Dawn was flustered by Marthe’s strength. Her body was warm, prickling with excitement. Marthe crouched, unaware, and gently cupped the back of Dawn’s leg, pulling her dress up some to look at her legs.

“You got cut.”

“What?” She lifted her legs to see, pulling her dress up past her knees. “Oh, I am.” She waved her hand over her legs and instantly, the deeper ones were healed. The shallower ones were still bleeding, but at least it wasn’t too bad.

Marthe left to the kitchen, coming back with a warm towel to wipe away the blood.

Dawn looked down at the mess she’d made. “I’m really sorry… I was being so careful, but this damn ass of mine.”

“I love your ass.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Marthe nodded, smirking the way that always got to Dawn. “I love how big it is and I love your hips. I’ve wanted to grab them since we first met, but I figured that’d be too forward. I’ll go get bandages.” She left.

Dawn looked at the mess, her brain churning more and more how it was unbelievable that Marthe was so chill about this. She said so when Marthe came back with a first aid kit.

Marthe frowned. “It was an accident.” She began to apply bandages.

“Yeah, caused by my big, dumb butt.” Dawn winced while she pouted.

“You are not dumb, Dawn. I know you’ve been hiding it, but you’re one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met and I’ve had thousands of years to meet people.” She glanced at Dawn. “Why should I be mad at your butt?”

“Cause it’s huge and knocks everything off.” She was exasperated and incensed at her own body. It was always getting in her way.

Marthe stopped stared at her. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you.”

Dawn’s eyes widened. “What!?”

“I’ll prove how much I love your ass.”

“Marthe…” She was at a loss for words. Marthe had been so reserved and put together, she hadn’t expected this. Still, Dawn persisted, too stubborn about this topic. “That doesn’t make sense, it bumps into everything constantly. I’ve broken more things with it than my own two hands. I can never find pants that fit, always either too big up here and too loose around the legs or too tight up here and everything’s falling out. What’s to love about it? I can barely wear dresses I like cause they stretch at the hips and look awful.”

The demon put the last bandage on. Her demeanor changed suddenly. The chill, relaxed way she moved morphed into confident and commanding. “You’re not going to believe me unless I show you.” She moved Dawn to the small couch. “And don’t think I didn’t see how much you loved when I picked you up.” She bent Dawn over the armrest. “Stay.”

“Wh- what?” Her eyes were large as she looked at Marthe behind her. She wanted to stand and argue, but the commanding tone made her stay still. “What’re you going to do?”

She grabbed Dawn’s hips and pressed them against her. “I’m going to worship this ass until you can’t even think about it in a negative way without coming.”

“What? Wait, you’re serious!” She tried to stand, but Marthe put a hand firmly on her back and kept her bent over.

“This ass is no joking matter, Dawn.” Her hands rubbed over it above her clothes, squeezing it.

Dawn melted under her touch. She could feel the heat spread across her. “I… I’ve never had sex before.”

“Do you want to?”

Dawn nodded.

“Good. I’m going to have my way with you all night, then.” She lifted up Dawn’s dress, draping it over her hips. She hissed in delight, hands squeezing them and then her ass, fingers curling under her panties. She hadn’t expected for them to be seen, so she could only imagine her reaction at the rocket ship and stars with ‘space case’ written across it.

She jumped when teeth scraped against the bare meat of her ass. Marthe kissed it. “Mmm, look how big and soft it is.” Her teeth sank into it more, biting the side of her ass and sucking on it. Dawn winced and gripped a pillow. It was hard for her to move while draped over the side of the couch. Strong hands rubbed and spread her ass cheeks. It was now sinking in what exactly Marthe meant.

“Uh… Marthe…”

A warm tongue licked her asshole. It sent shoots of electricity down her whole body. She gasped loudly. Marthe moaned in delight as she licked Dawn’s ass. She pressed her face harder into it, pushing her tongue inside.

Dawn moaned unexpectedly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Marthe kissed and bit her ass. “So lovely, so wonderful.” Fingers slid between her legs. “Oh, you really liked that. You’re all wet.”

Dawn shivered.

“Did you like that, my dear?”

She nodded.

“Good. You have such a delectable ass, I want more of it. So much more.” Her fingers continued to rub her pussy as she leaned back in to lick her ass. It was an intense feeling, pushing her to her first orgasm, wriggling against Marthe’s face. Marthe’s fingers rubbed her pussy faster, milking her into another and another.

Dawn breathed heavily, catching her breath. Marth gave her a moment, but she was doing something. When Dawn had a mind to ask, something pressed against her ass again. It was slick and rubbed her asshole, lubing it up.

She turned and saw a bright pink strap-on. Her eyes widened.

Her hand was lightly wrapped around Dawn’s chin and throat, turning it to kiss her. “Don’t worry, it’s a small one. You tell me if it hurts and we’ll switch to my fingers.”

The commanding tone made her shiver. She nodded.

Marthe gently pulled on Dawn’s chin. “What was that?”

“O- Okay.”

“Good.” She kissed Dawn once more before starting, releasing her grip around Dawn’s neck. Slowly, Marthe pushed the dildo inside. It was uncomfortable, but Dawn kept relaxed and waited. When it was removed, Marthe applied more lube and this time, it was much easier. Dawn visibly relaxed, which made Marthe happy and earned her kisses.

“Such a soft, sweet ass. I can’t wait to pound the hell outta it.” She started slow and rhythmically. “Look at how well it takes it.” She slid all of it in. It rubbed against her walls and slowly built up Dawn’s orgasm. She buried her face into the couch as she moaned louder.

“That’s it, relax and enjoy how good your ass feels.”

When she’d finally gotten Dawn used to it, she began to thrust so fast and hard, Dawn was seeing stars. Her feet were barely touching the floor on her tip-toes. Marthe was bent over her, an arm resting just next to her head, kissing her neck and shoulders.

Her arm snaked around Dawn’s thigh and began to stroke her clit. In no time, Dawn shook and came harder than she ever thought possible.

Marthe kissed her shoulder, slowing down, but not stopping. “What do you say we go to a more comfortable place, like my bed?”

Dawn laughed, still breathing heavily. “Are- are you still trying to prove…” She took a deep breath as Marthe slowly inserted all of the dildo into her.

“No, babe, I think we’ve come to an understanding about how great your ass is. We haven’t been able to explore each other’s bodies fully and I’d like to do that.”

“I’d… I’d love that.”

Slowly, she eased out of Dawn and picked her up, cradling her in her arms. Dawn kissed her, giggling that she’d taken initiative. Marthe flexed against her, making her shiver.

The demon smirked and carried her to the bedroom.

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Kinktober Day 15: Unmasking the True Enemy (Masks)

They've spent all their time at each other's throats, but now Dahlia is throwing it all away and moving on. On her last night, she encounters a new perspective that shakes her whole foundation. It's Masked Enemies-to-lovers-to-unmasked-and-now-everything's-complicated.

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Original Male Dragonborn Character, Original Female Human Character(s), Masks, Rivalry, Enemies to Lovers to It's Complicated, Charity Auctions, Cunnilingus, Tongue Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Co-workers, Co-CEOs.

You can read this on my AO3.

“You have got to be out of your fucking mind! You really have no integrity, do you?” Dahlia snarled, staring at Evra. The dark green dragonborn leaned across the large conference table, mirroring her rigid body posture. She was trying so hard to control her fury. “How is getting rid of a whole department to make way for some other arbitrary department any solution!?”

“I didn’t say I liked it, just that I could see where he was coming from.”

Holton, the CEO, their boss and her newly ex-fiance was nowhere to be seen. The only communication the two figureheads of the company had with him was a text.

Dahlia scoffed. “Of course you can see where he’s coming from, he’s green-lit every idea you’ve said out loud.” Eighty percent of those being hers. She’d realized too late that Holton had stolen them and brought them to Evra. The fact that Evra had passed them off as his was unfortunate.

“For fuck’s sake, Dalhia, the ideas were good. It’s not my fault you can’t handle a little competition. You know you can’t be in this business with a sensitive ego. You're playing with the big boys now.”

It felt like she’d been slapped. She’d been Holton’s partner since they’d both started the company. Most of it had been her idea and somehow through the years, she’d let Holton take it all away from her. Evra didn’t even seem to know she had half shares with Holton in the company. She straightened and looked down at her notes. Her beaten up journal full of years of hard work, all meaningless now. She’d been promised to always be an equal, but now no one even knew she was co-owner.

The anger and sadness swelled up inside of her. She took her journal and threw it across the room at him. Papers flew everywhere, the hard book hitting the wall, just barely missing Evra. She watched all her years flutter to the ground. They could have it all.

Evra flinched, blocking some papers from hitting his face. “Are you out of your mind!?”

“Apparently I am! Do whatever the fuck you want to do! Suck his dick all you like, you’ve done it for a year now.” 

He glared. “You've been in his shadow for years, using his tail skirts for your fame! Why are you surprised by this?”

She gathered up her bag, scoffing. “I'm not surprised by him. We've been together for eight years. What I’m surprised by is how quickly you've sold your soul to him.” Dahlia went to the door. “Don’t expect me to be the one to tell the department they're fired and explain why their hard work and loyalty meant nothing after all these years.” She left.

The rage burning inside her was heavy and all consuming. She had tried to put some things right before she resigned, but her ex was bitter about the break up and knew this move would hurt her. It had only taken him two days before he began lashing out via texts.

While she was getting ready for her Mother’s charity gala, she made phone calls for all the people who were about to lose their jobs. She’d have the last say, even if it was quiet and unnoticed. And after the gala, she’d be gone, her finger prints fading away from everything she’d carefully created. She'd never be seen in this city again or by anyone she knew from it.

Dahlia was even giving her mother an unknowing parting gift. She did not argue with her mother’s choices for what Dahlia was to wear or how her hair was styled. She wanted her mother to have a little peace before everything fell apart. The announcement of her breakup with Holton would be wide-spread and shake a lot of foundations. And the shame of Dahlia disappearing with no explanation would be a worse embarrassment. So for now, she just smiled and sipped her champagne as the hairdresser and makeup artist got her ready.

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The gala was packed as always. Anonymity hung in the air as everyone was required to wear masquerade masks that would actually hide their identity. She leaned against a wall in her silver ballgown, with black accents that really were quite elegant. Her mask was an ornate, silver and black piece, that even, as predictable as it was, was beautiful. She drank her third glass of champagne, knowing her mother hated how much she’d had already, but she was allowing this one small luxury, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to get through the night

“You look quite amused for someone not socializing.” A dragonborn in a deep blue tux smirked. His mask was a duck with blue and green iridescent feathers that matched his deep green scales. He looked familiar, but his charming smile captured her in such a way that all familiarity was gone.

She shrugged. “It’s not my sort of thing ever.”

He leaned sideways against the wall, framing her. “If it’s not your thing, then why are you here? 

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Obligation.”

The dragonborn hesitated and then nodded. “Same. I got bullied by the host.”

Dahlia grunted. “Yeah, she’s good at being a bully.” She watched her mother step onto the stage and address the crowd. “Speak of the devil…” Her words had a mix of spite and amusement to it, which she blamed on the champagne and anonymity of the night. She no longer needed to save face to keep the peace.

Her mother, the only one with a see-through mask, spoke into the microphone. “Good evening! Thank you for participating in this year’s charity drive! The drinks are free and available all night! Just don’t get too incapacitated, otherwise you won’t be able to sign those checks!”

“For fuck’s sake,” Dahlia laughed under her breath. She knew that crack about drinking was directed at her. She took a deliberate sip.

“You really don’t like her,” the dragonborn mused.

“I think she’s as fake as they come. She does these just so she can be in magazines and have the clout from an angel’s ass.”

He laughed.

She smiled, liking how it sounded. She watched her mother, pretend to be a saint. She continued, leaning conspiratorially into her new friend. “She hates donating money to charity, it’s why she makes others do it. Wish she’d just quit lying and do things she actually cared about. She’d be in magazines all the same.”

That got his attention and he looked at her sideways. “Do you act like yourself in public or around others?”

The question stung. She swirled her champagne. “I used to until very recently.”

“What happened?”

She eyed him, curious as to why he wanted to know, but it didn’t matter anymore who she talked to. She’d be gone after tonight. “Got a new coworker a year or so ago. Don’t know why, but he was a real condescending jackass to me all the time. Which sucks, cause I almost thought we’d have made a good team the first day we met.” She sighed and took a sip. “I’m sure my ex-fiance had something to do with it. Every idea I had somehow came out of the coworker’s mouth before I could even do anything. My ex would just say it’s a competitive business and I needed to toughen up. I should have known it was just his way of stealing my ideas.” 

“Damn. How’d your ex take being dumped?”

She snorted. “He fired a whole department I created when we first started. I’ve spent all day getting them new jobs. They’re the only reason the business got where it was, I couldn’t just abandon them.”

“That’s noble of you.” He smirked.

She laughed. “Shut up. It’s not noble, it’s just what felt right. I had the connections and ability, so I used it. The business was my idea anyway, so I'm responsible for them, my ex just used his connections to get it going. In any case, I’m still going to get the last laugh. After tonight, I’m sending in my resignation, so we’ll see how long it’ll be before my ex begins to panic without all my ideas to fall back on.”

He raised his champagne glass. “Cheers to the new life, then.”

She delicately clinked hers to his. She drank the champagne, watching her mother speak, blissfully floating on her perfectly curated cloud. “And here’s my cue, she’s about to announce the auction to buy a dance partner. It was nice talking with you.”

He hesitated and then straightened. “Would you hate it if I bid to dance with you?”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t hate it, you’ve already made my day so much better.”

“And now, we’ll begin the dance! All those in the auction for the audience to win a dance with them, please come to the stage!” 

She took her place on the stage, not hoping for anything. Sure, the dragonborn had offered, but that didn’t mean anything. The others before her were auctioned off to fairly decent prices, almost all being sold for one-thousand five hundred dollars. When she took center stage, the bidding war went fast, sky-rocketing well past those that had gone first. She looked into the crowd, shocked, and found three people, one she didn’t recognize, on was her ex and the third was the dragonborn. Her mother recognized Holton and tried her best to let him win the dance with her, but the dragonborn persisted.

Dahlia began to grow nervous at the amount the two were bidding against each other, leaving the third man in the dust. She wondered what the price to dance with her was to Holton.

“Ten thousand!” The dragonborn called, a five thousand dollar jump. Holton hesitated and Dahlia perked up, hopeful. Her mother sighed and gave it to the dragonborn.

She met him at the bottom of the stairs, taking his hand. “I can’t believe you bid that much!”

He smiled, leading her out to the dance floor. “You’re well worth it.” He danced with confidence, making perfect circles with everyone else. “So, what’s your next step once you’ve quit your job?”

“A graphic design gig on the coast. They’re small and have good ethics. It’ll let my ideas be mine again and I’ll never have to come back here. What about you? What do you do besides being a handsome, mysterious stranger?”

He laughed. “I’m glad you think I’m handsome and mysterious. I do a little of this and a little of that. Mostly, I like meeting intriguing women.”

“Let me know if you find any.”

He twirled her, out of step with everyone else. She ended up pressed against him when he pulled her back. “You don’t think that fits you?”

She laughed again, feeling light and more like herself than she had for a long time. “Why would it? I promise you, I’m not intriguing. I’ve made sure of it. I’m boring. Just me and the cats.”

He hummed. “I think you’re more interesting than you give yourself credit for. Like I bet you have more than three cats.”

“Six, two of them are a bonded pair. That’s not intriguing though, that just means I’m terrible with relationships and need to compensate to care for something, or so I’ve been told.”

He dipped her. “I don’t think so. You take care of six animals. That takes commitment. You probably just haven’t found the right person.”

She was brought back up. Her mother moved into her sight, coming to direct her to Holton after their third dance. She’d finally started having a good time and didn’t want to ruin it.“Wanna find somewhere else to dance?”

The dragonborn turned in the direction she’d looked and nodded. “Is she really going to try and steal you away after I paid so much to dance with you?”

Dahlia nodded. “You weren’t in her plans.”

He grinned. “I’d love to go somewhere else.”

Before they left, they stopped by the buffet and piled food onto three plates. She laughed with delight as they escaped, thankful to have avoided her fiance and mother. They walked along the quiet halls of the hotel, the music drifting into silence before he turned to Dahlia. “I have more champagne in my hotel room, would you like to go there?”

Her brow quirked in mischief. “Just champagne? You’re not looking for anything else?”

He grinned. “Well, dancing, obviously, but I’d love to do more, if you’re willing.”

“Why the hell not? Masks stay on, though. Let’s not ruin a good thing.”

“Agreed.” 

His hotel room was bare, save for a small travel bag. She set her food on the coffee table and looked at him. He put the livestream of the gala on his phone and set it down, pulling her into his arms. They forgot to speak or flirt while they danced, enjoying the solace of each other. She’d always hated dancing and now she realized it was the dance partner she hated. He was very good, leading without overtaking her and compensating for any step she missed.

When the music stopped, he turned it off. She sat on the couch, her dress poofing around her. She was used to this and smoothed it down. She crossed a leg over the other and leaned forward to grab some of the food.

The dragonborn poured them a glass of champagne and handed one to her. “To strangers?”

“Sure.” She clinked his glass and sipped from hers.

They fell into conversation, easily bouncing through topics like they’d been friends for years. Slowly, their food was all eaten. 

Dahlia smiled. “I’m glad I met you. It’s a nice way to end the night.”

He set his champagne glass down. “Me too.”

She set hers down and moved to sit on his lap, her dress billowing out around them. His smile widened. His hands moved under her dress to feel her thighs. She kissed him. He squeezed her thighs as he kissed her back, exploring her with his tongue.

She hummed happily, thumbs feeling his clavicle. 

“I want to go first,” he said.

Her brows rose. “You do?”

He nodded, licking her neck with his long, pointed tongue. “I don’t wanna miss how good you taste.”

She laughed. “Alright, if you want to.”

He picked her up, startling her. She clung to his neck. He set her on the coffee table, swiping the champagne glasses and empty plates off with his arm, sending them clanging to the floor miraculously in one piece. She gasped and laughed, gaining the smile that had warmed her all night.

“You wearing anything that’ll take more than thirty seconds to take off?”

“No.”

“Thank fuck.” He disappeared under dress, throwing her shoes, stockings, and panties around the room. He maneuvered her dress further up under her so it wouldn’t get messy, then pulled her legs onto his shoulders, tucking them between his neck and shoulder spikes. He nipped her thigh, sucking a bit before moving down. His tongue was warm, lapping at her clit in a way that instantly had her toes curling.

“Holy shit!” she breathed.

He drank her in, tasting and savoring her. He was slower than she thought he’d be for how excitedly he’d gotten down there. He was taking his time to get her to her orgasm. It was wonderful agony. She was getting loud, even through her best efforts not to.

She shuddered and came, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He didn’t move away light she thought he would, instead dipping his tongue into her to fuck her with his tongue. His thumb rubbed her clit, shooting her back into a mass of moans and pleasure. Her thighs closed around his neck, hips rising as she moaned loudly. She gripped the edge of the table, feeling her hair loosen and come undone, but her mask stayed in place. 

His tongue curled and thickened in ways she’d never felt before. A low rumbling vibrated from his throat and she lost it again. Her juices spilled on his face, making him moan. He switched positions with his tongue and finger, inserting two while his tongue vibrated against her clit. She lost track of how many times she orgasmed on him. The table was wet, his whole front had to be soaked, and yet he wanted more.

She finally had to pull away, her body too sensitive to keep going. “Wait… I need… Fuck!” She was trying to catch her breath.

He stopped and kissed her thighs, taking the time to fix his mask. “We can stop.”

“What about… about you?”

“I don’t need anything. This was perfect.” He gently nipped the inside of her leg again.

“Seriously?” Her chest heaved as the tingling in her body calmed.

“Yeah. You were fucking beautiful and addicting. I could do that all night.”

She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Hell no,” he laughed. “Sure, they’re fun for the time, but I haven’t been that addicted before.”

She smirked. “I bet you say that to all the girls as well.”

He nipped her harder in response. She laughed again. He straightened, mask still on and looked down at his shirt, completely drenched in her fluids. She covered her face, embarrassed. He began to take it off. “Don’t be shy about it. It means I did good.”

She sat up and scooted back so as not to get her dress wet. She moved to the couch, crossing her legs. He tossed two towels onto the coffee table and she began to clean it up. He busied himself with taking his jacket off and then working the buttons of his tux. She paused to watch him undress, liking how his scales moved as he did so. His shirt was cast to the side as well as his undershirt.

His torso bare, she took it in. She’d always loved dragonborns and the way their bodies were shaped, so she was glad to get a good look. He put his dirty clothes on the small table and grabbed a new pair. She caught a glimpse of a mark from a missing scale. As he turned to her, she could see it was heart shaped with a tattooed arrow going through it.

Her mind went blank. She recalled office girls gossiping about Evra and his damned heart shaped scar with the exact tattoo on it. In the exact location.

She could feel her world turning black.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at him, with the same dark green scales and voice she recognized now without a doubt. “Evra.”

His previously relaxed posture froze. Time stood still as her chest tightened.

He took a step forward. “Dahlia, let me explain.”

Her eyes screwed shut, fists pressing into them over her mask. “You knew it was me!” She shook her head. “Of course you did. I’m so stupid!” Her voice was shaking. Everything was crumbling around her once more.

“You’re not stupid. Please, just hear me out.”

She shook her head. “I am stupid! I can’t believe-!” She groaned and stood, looking desperately for her things now. “Just had to gain the last victory!”

He sat down on the coffee table, taking his mask off. “That’s not it at all. Yes, I knew it was you by the way you said obligation, but,” he sighed. “I don’t know, I was dumb. I wanted to apologize in some dumb way for how shit I’ve been to you.”

She laughed, pained and furious. “You’re full of shit!” He pointed to her panties, on the floor half under the couch. She hated that she could see his whole face now. The face who’d just been so intimate with her.

“I looked through your journal as I was picking it up. I didn’t know he was stealing your ideas. I knew he was a womanizer and a tool, but I didn’t realize he was also sleazy in that way.”

She put her panties on, keeping her dress down so he couldn’t see. 

He looked at the ground and rubbed the back of his neck. “I should have looked more into the ideas and I’m sorry I was a participant in something that hurt you. I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you.”

Her chest was too tight now. She wanted to leave. She was a complete fool. She should have recognized him.

“Dahlia. I will back you one hundred percent to sue that piece of shit for stealing your ideas.”

She looked around for her stockings. “I don’t give a shit about what he does anymore.”

Evra frowned. “He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it.”

She glared, finally looking at him. “I’ve been jerked around by the two of you enough for one lifetime. I just want to live in peace and not feel like an idiot.” She found her stockings, shoving them in her purse. She now needed her shoes.

“You’re not an idiot.”

“You knew it was me almost right away! We’ve been stuck together for a year now. Holton’s made a show of pitting us against each other and then making us spend the weekend together like a sick fuck. I should have known it was you!”

Evra shrugged. “You’d never seen me smile or heard me laugh.”

Dahlia went back to looking for her shoes. He saw one under the coffee table and picked it up and held it out. She took it from him.

“I’m sorry for everything but tonight, Dahlia. I wish we’d known each other like we did tonight.”

“So do all the office girls you’ve supposedly been with,” she murmured.

He sighed, dropping his face in his hands and resting them on his knees. “I’m not talking about sex, Dahlia. Sure, I loved it, but if I had the choice, I’d take the conversation. You laughing. I don’t want Holton to accomplish what he’s been trying to do and keep us apart.”

She scoffed. She wanted to snap back at him, but it was true, he was a pawn in this just like her.

His voice was soft and almost broken when he spoke next. “Did you enjoy the conversation we had? The dancing?”

She stopped and pulled her mask off so she could rub her face, no doubt smearing her makeup. “Of course I did, Evra! I told you so! It was the best night I had in… Probably ever.” She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. This was too much for her.

“Is there any way we can work through this? Anything I can do to make it up to you?”

She frowned through blurry eyes. “You’re really serious about this? We’ve spent a year being horrible to each other and only one night being kind.”

“You never screwed me over. You could have and I deserved it. You may have called me names, but you never messed with the genuine work I did that wasn’t stolen from you. We work well even when we hate each other, imagine what we could do when we actually get along.”

“I don’t want the corporate life. I’m not helping another man start a company based off my hard work.”

“I’m not talking about that either. I don’t care what we do, I just… I just want to do it with you.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She shook her head. “I can’t do this. Not right now.”

He nodded. “Alright. Can I call you in three months?”

“Sure, whatever. I’m sure you’ll forget about me by then.” She huffed. “I can’t find my other shoe. Just sell the pair when you find it, Mother bought them for like fifteen hundred.” She set the pair she did have on the table.

“I’ll help you-”

“No, my room’s two floor’s up and I was going to sell them anyway. This dress too.” She left.

Evra sighed. He’d fucked up royally, but she wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of giving them a shot, even if she thought it was a joke. He wasn’t one to joke around when it came to his goals and now he had many when it came to Dahlia. Three months would give him ample time to send Holton to the cleaners. And give her time to settle and hopefully heal enough to give them a new beginning.

He got on the ground and looked under the coffee table. On its side, way back, lay Dahlia’s lost shoe. He grabbed it and set it next to the other one on the dining table. He had work to do.