#someday maybe but right now i'm just pushing words out as a creative exercise

[junijunijune]

Threesome | Dehumanization

Kinktober 2024

Succubus-flavoured Tiefling/Humans Threesome, going into heat, piercings in a sexual context, prostitution, double penetration, anal sex, lots of cock and balls sucking, while it isn't dubcon, it is perhaps ill-advised, DND flavoured smut. Oneshot | 4367 words

The upside of having an incubus in the family tree was that Sanha was irresistible. On stage, it was an advantage. On stage, she was beautiful and intoxicating and untouchable. A violin, silk skirts that flew up just enough to catch everyone’s attention, a sweet little pout, and a good song. The faint air of magic that hovered around her was a boon. It paid off.

The downside of having an incubus in the family tree was that Sanha sometimes went into heat.

It snuck up on her and then hit all at once. One night, she was a little bit restless and the next she was climbing the walls. Her body aching and her thoughts swirling. She woke up in the late morning with her stomach tight and the thought of hands on her hips pulling her back onto a cock.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She lay there for a moment on the hope that it might pass. Just the remnants of a horny dream. It did not pass.

Quinn was already up when she stuck her head out of the bedroom door. The attic flat was only barely big enough for the two bedrooms but they’d been sharing for years. He was in the kitchen, cooking. She was pretty sure Quinn was a pickpocket and petty thief but she very specifically never asked and he never said. She also suspected he used her shows as a way to separate well meaning citizens from the coins.

“Morning,” he said.

She kept her distance. Quinn was a little too squirrelly to really be her type but he had good hands and nice big brown eyes and she was in the kind of mood where type didn’t matter. He would not appreciate the sex-demon side of her heritage climbing all over him.

“Do you have friends?”

“Excuse me?” he said pointing the spoon at her.

“Sorry. That was rude. I need fucked and the last time I went down the Mermaid to get fucked, it was bad. Bad sex. Bad bruises. I need fucked by someone with enough decency to not try and pull my tail off.”

He considered her. He had really pretty eyes and he looked her over with an appraising look. She was not dressed for the stage, most people didn’t see her like this but Quinn was more like family than anything else. His consideration was not sexual. He did not want to fuck her but the hungrier part of her mind wanted that look to be appraising.

“Slutty blue sex demon seeks love and affection?”

“No,” she said. “Slutty blue sex demon seeks a good hard fuck and promises an excellent time with minimal strings attached. All I need is decency. I do not want romance. I just want a good time without needing a healing spell at the end of it.”

“I’ll ask around. Don’t go down to the Mermaid and take the first offer you get.”

“You’re a prince.”

“You’re a whore.”

“I know,” she said. “At least I’m cute.”

Sanha overdressed for the hookup. Heavy make up around her big blue eyes, if things went well, it would run. The type of guy who volunteered for no strings attached sex with a succubus, even a third generation one, was the type of guy who was probably into the smudged make up, fucked stupid look. Her dress was very bard-like but it was not one of her current show dresses and if it got cum or lipstick on it, that would be fine and it had a very deep neckline.

Her stupid body shifted just a little with the heat. If she let it go on too long, she could reach the exaggerated curves of a true succubus, oversized breasts and flared hips and big pouty lips. Her normal body was slimmer and sharper than that. A ballet dancer’s body. Even a few hours of the heat had her breasts fighting every bra she owned.

She abandoned the lingerie in favour of something more overt.

Gold rings in her nipples. They were a little too heavy but she enjoyed the way that made the piercing impossible to ignore. They brushed against the silk of shirt in ways that sent a shiver down her spine and were very visible. Another gold bangle in her naval piercing. Nose. Both ears. She liked the piercings. She liked the way gold looked against her dark skin.

She wound her black curls up into a heavy bun at the back of her neck. Stray pieces fell out around her face and trailed down her spine. Good. The feather light touch of her own hair was distracting when she was this turned on but it looked good. She laced up a pair of sandals that knotted just below her knee. They were flat enough to run or dance in if she needed to but the gold details matched the rest of her jewellery.

“I never thought of myself as a pimp,” Quinn said conversationally.

“Are we getting paid for this?” she asked. “I thought this was you setting me up with a friend of a friend? How much are we getting paid?”

“A lot. There are two of them so I marked up the price by more than double. They still agreed to it.”

“Quinn,” she said accusingly.

“I asked Daasi but he’s afraid of you so he said he’d asked a friend of his. He might have explained it as having a friend who was looking for work for a succubus. Succubi are rare in this part of the word, San, so the offer was very good.”

“Succubus eat people,” she said.

“You’re not going to eat them.”

“They want to fuck someone who will eat them?”

“So that’s built into the deal. You’re not allowed to drain them and they’re not allowed to damage you.”

“You literally pimped me out.”

“You asked me to!”

Sanha sighed.

“You’ll be fine. It’s like a business deal. Like performing at a private party. It’s a lot of money. 30/70?”

“20/80 unless you’re going to come suck cock too,” she snapped.

“Done!”

“Bastard.”

“So much money.”

“Greedy bastard.”

“Do you want to say no?” he asked. Quinn showed her the details of the deal and the issue was that she did not want to say no. Sanha wanted the money. Sanha wanted the fuck. High end escorts - and Quinn had negotiated a very high end price - were relatively safe compared to picking up what she could find in the nearest pub. There was a signature on a contract.

“Either say no, or go meet them,” Quinn said.

Sanha had made it this far without ever actually whoring. She sang for money and she had done a few shows that strayed into stripping but she’d never been paid for sex before. She wasn’t sure if she liked it but the heat in her stomach was hard to ignore. Her horns were over sensitive and her breasts were swollen and achey. Her cunt was wet with the possibility of two men paying that much money for the chance to touch her.

So she went to the meeting spot.

The guy who met her was extremely normal looking. Human. Decent clothes but not rich. He looked her over and smiled. Her face lit up in a smile in return. Automatic. Years as a performer kicked into gear. He was a client and she was all smiles and confidence. Enthusiasm. Excitement for the show. This part was as much as part of it as the actual performance. People didn’t hire you back because you sang well, they hired you back because they liked you.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hello,” she said.

“I have some friends who are looking forward to meeting you.”

“So I hear,” she said. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

There were some details hashed out as they walked back to a very nice hotel. Sanha wasn’t capable of feeding off sex. Her great grandmother had been the demon who had dumped all the horns and tails and blue skin into the family tree. There wasn’t enough magic left by Sanha’s generation for feeding off sex. Just enough to occasionally make her desperate enough for a fucking to be following a stranger into a hotel room on the word of a friend of a friend.

The men in the hotel room, were humans but huge. They had left armour and weaponry laid out on the tables. Mercenaries from some corner of the world that Sanha couldn’t identify. The nearer one had darker skin and jet black hair. He was stripped to the waist and he was a muscled mountain of a man with scars on his back. His friend had paler brown skin and he’d cut his hair so short it was hard to tell what colour it was. He turned to the door first.

“Oh, she is cute, isn’t she?” he said.

“Hello, gentlemen,” Sanha said.

“We’re not that, sweet thing, we are definitely not that,” he said.

He stepped in close to introduce himself as Hawk and his friend as Peregrine. The names were probably lies but she did not care when he was that close. They’d been fussing over armour. Adventurers with too much gold and not enough sense, they’d probably hit pay dirt on some expensive magical item and were enjoying themselves immensely with the money. He smelled of leather and fresh soap and he had very big hands.

Sanha tilted her head back to look at him and didn’t bother to hide the hunger in her eyes. Her mouth was slightly open. Her heart beat was a little too fast. She was suddenly very aware of her size and her options if this went wrong. They had to be twice her size. Over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of muscle. She just barely broke five feet and she was a hundred pounds soaking wet.

She was soaking wet as he looked down at her.

“Any requests?” she asked.

“You’re ours until dawn, pretty thing, we have all the time in the world to enjoy everything we want,” he said.

His friend was more direct. He stepped up beside Sanha and growled, “I want your mouth on my cock. Kneel.”

She did. A heat cycle always made her more obedient than she would usually be. Being on her knees for them made her feel even smaller. Peregrine settled his hand on her head as she reached out and unlaced his pants. He wasn’t hard yet but his cock was big. She opened her mouth and licked it. Sucked on the tip. Took it deeper.

“She was made for this, wasn’t she?” Hawk said.

She might have argued with that characterization but she was too horny to think straight and Peregrine kept just enough pressure on her head to make it difficult to pull back from his cock. She wasn’t trying but she was still very aware of the weight of that hand the strength in his body.

Hawk slid a hand down her back to her ass, squeezing and rearranging her thighs so her legs were spread a little wider. His hands wandered up her thighs to her belly, from there to her breasts. He played with the rings in her nipples, tugging hard enough to make her whine.

“Remember to thank Edvar for me,” Hawk said. “He out did himself.”

Peregrine was hard now. Hawk talked about her like she was a pretty toy he’d bought at the shop but Peregrine didn’t talk at all. He just steadied her head and thrust himself into her mouth. She squirmed a little as his cock hit the back of her throat but he tightened his hold on her hair. Behind her, Hawk, rubbed her belly and played with breasts and his body and hands kept her from being able to pull away.

There was always an option of tapping out but Sanha was too horny for that. She could still breathe and she kept sucking on the cock in her mouth even as she gagged on the thrusts. Thick fingers pinched her nipples and played with the rings.

“Balls, whore,” Peregrine said. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and used his hold on her hair to pull her in so her face was pressed against the base of his cock and his balls. She sucked on anything she could reach while his wet cock rested on her face. She’d known her make up was going to get destroyed but she hadn’t expected it to happen before she’d even told them her name.

They didn’t care about her name. She knew that. Peregrine kept her there, jerking his cock against her face while she sucked on his balls. She took one in her mouth and then the other, rolling them. Licking them. Her own arousal was building but nothing that was happening to her was going to satisfy it. It was a white hot need that she tried to channel into sucking harder, arching up into Hawk’s hands. Trying to get more.

Peregrine came on her face and hair. He groaned and his sperm splattered her face and thick ropes of it fell into her hair.

“She’ll do,” Peregrine said.

His disinterest made her bristle in offence but Hawk was laughing and pulling her up off the floor. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, pushing the cum away from her eyes so she could look at him.

“You don’t look big enough to take a cock, I might split you open,” Hawk said.

“Try me,” Sanha said.

“Oh, I will,” he said. Peregrine tossed himself back on a pile of pillows, lounging like a king of some forgotten land. Hawk turned her with his hands on her hips and stripped off her clothes. He was behind her but his hands slid over her, pausing to play with all the piercings.

“You like pain?” Peregrine asked. “That’s a lot of holes you’ve punched in yourself.”

“Maybe she likes gold,” Hawk said.

“Don’t we all?” Peregrine said.

“It looks good, doesn’t it?” Sanha managed to say through the haze of arousal clouding her thoughts. Hawk’s hands all over her left her disoriented and desperate.

“You need a piercing right here,” Peregrine said.

He reached out and pinched her clitoral hood.

“Maybe someday,” Sanha said.

“Maybe I should do it for you now. I have a kit.”

“Forgive me for not trusting your expertise.”

“I did all of mine,” he said.

“You’re some kind of backwoods adventurer, you want me to let you pierce me? There?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you one of mine. You keep it in and remember me every time someone thrusts into that desperate hole you have.”

He slipped two fingers into her. Thick fingers. Calloused and strong. His ring rubbed against her walls and he laughed at her when she gasped.

“You’ll like it,” he said.

Sanha nodded. She would like it. She shouldn’t want it but she knew that she would like it. The desire for pain was stronger when she was near a heat and all her other piercings were done while she was horny. They’d always been done by professionals but his kit wasn’t just a sewing needle and a lighter. He probably wasn’t going to give her gangrene.

“Hold her,” Peregrine said.

Hawk took that very seriously. He looped his arms around her waist and held her tight to his body. He leaned back and spread his legs so that her thighs were spread wide over them. Peregrine fingered her a little more in that position before he pinched her clit hard and pulled up the hood.

There was no way this was a good idea. Sanha nodded at him anyways.

He slid the needle in, hard and fast so the pain was sharp and shattering. She screamed and Hawk held her down through it. Peregrine pulled the needle out and slipped a thick heavy brass ring into the hole he’d just made in her body. The ring fell against her clit. He’d done a very good job lining up his work. He finished it off by closing up the ring and dousing her clit in a healing potion which he rubbed in with rough fingers. She whined and squirmed.

The bleeding stopped immediately and the potion would keep infection at bay but he leaned close to watch her face as he rubbed because the ache didn’t fade. Her face must have been creased in a frown. Peregrine wiped his fingers, wet with her slick and her blood on her cheek. She arched her hips a little, the heavy ring providing just enough pressure on her clit to be impossible to ignore but not enough to be satisfying.

“It’s going to be sore for a few days,” he warned.

“I’m not going to be able to walk for a few days after you’re done with me,” Sanha said.

“True,” Hawk said.

He let go of her and pushed her forward. They moved in tandem until she was on her hands and knees with her legs spread wide and her face level with Peregrine’s ball sack again. He pulled her back in and she sucked on his balls again. For a moment, that was everything. The aching piercing in her clitoral hood was too heavy at this angle and she shifted against it. The hand in her hair kept her face pressed to him and she sucked reflexively.

Then Hawk pushed his cock into her cunt.

She screamed in surprise. He was right there. His hands on her hips, his thighs brushing hers as he got her into position. He even put a hand on her back to push her down and set the angle he wanted. She was still shocked by the entry.

Peregrine was unforgiving, he held her where he wanted her and she worked her mouth against his balls despite the cock splitting her open. Hawk was big. Sanha had fucked some big cocks and he wasn’t as big as a half-orc or as some Tieflings but he was probably the biggest human she’d ever felt. She was breathing hard and fast.

It was too much. The hand on her head, the hand on her back, the cock in her cunt, the balls in her mouth, the ache of the incompletely healed piercing, and the neediness of her heat. She was not thinking at all. She did as she was told. She sucked what she was pointed at. She kept her knees where he put them. She whined and moaned through all of it.

Hawk didn’t last long. He slid out of her and came to blow his load on her face. He rubbed his cock over her while Peregrine kept her sucking his balls. The cum landed on her cheek and in her hair.

“This is fun,” Peregrine said.

“See? I was right,” Hawk said. “It was a good investment.”

Sanha hadn’t come yet but the heat didn’t actually care if she came. The heat cared if she got fucked and so far, so good. She didn’t have enough succubus blood to feed on their orgasms but it was satisfying as hell each time they released, even if she was still unsatisfied. She lazily licked at Peregrine’s cock and balls and lay there, sprawled out in the mess of pillows. The heat was happy to be surrounded by other people’s pleasure and the physical contact. Hawk rubbed her back and her ass.

“Do you think she can take it?” Hawk asked.

“Open it up and see,” Peregrine answered. He kept his hand steady on the back of Sanha’s head so her mouth stayed against his skin. This wasn’t a conversation in which they talked to her. It was a conversation about her.

Hawk pulled her ass cheeks apart and rubbed a finger against her asshole. She squirmed and arched into it. The piece of her that enjoyed piercings and bruises on her hips loved anal sex. Neither of those cocks would be easy to take up her ass and they hadn’t exactly proven themselves to be gentle so far.

“Be good, little whore,” Peregrine said. He kept her face buried against his cock and balls while Hawk rubbed something slick and wet into her hole and then pushed a finger in. It was a tight fit but it slid in. The heat made her body more elastic and flexible than it usually was and she had taken cocks up the ass in the past but some healing factor in her bloodline meant her body tended to recover and bounce back. Once the heat passed, everything tightened up again.

Being opened up by thick demanding fingers while they talked about her like she couldn’t hear them was degrading. It was degrading and objectifying and awkward. She was incredibly turned on by it.

“Little mouth keeps sucking like it is all she’s good for.”

“She’s very good.”

“This is one tight ass. I bet she cries when you slide in.”

“I wanna go first.”

“Flip you for it.”

“Fuck.”

“You can have her throat. She’s hungry. She needs a cock to suck on.”

“She sure does.”

Sanha did not cry when he slid his cock into her ass. She did scream which just got her jaw grabbed as her head was repositioned and a cock slid into her mouth. They had laid her out on her back so her head hung over the edge of the bed. She had lost track of whose cock it was that slid into her mouth but the angle meant she had no resistance it slipping past her gag reflex and into her throat. She was so aroused that it was a relief to have a cock in both ends.

Her ass stretched and took it as he slid a very wet cock into her in one long irresistible stroke. It wasn’t rough but he braced her hips with his hands and pushed his entire cock into her while she squirmed. He fucked her for a little while. Steady. In and out. They bounced her between the cock in her throat and the one in her ass.

Sanha took it, breathing when she could. The impact of each thrust in her ass made the piercing rub against her clit and that near thing - that almost pleasure - made her more delirious than the ache in her ass hole or the struggle to breathe around each thrust.

They pulled out and came on her face and hair again. The order of operations got blurry in her hazy heat-muddled memory. Someone laughed at her and smear the mess of cum and spit around her face while she panted. There was a bit of a break but when she tried to reach down to rub her own clit and get a little relief, her hands were pulled away and someone slapped her aching pierced clit.

“No,” he said.

Sanha whined but couldn’t think of anything coherent to say.

“Kneel. Wait.”

She knelt. She waited. She tried to shake herself back to coherence but she was desperate for an orgasm. The heat was happy with all the fucking but the heat was stupid ancient magic. Sanha wanted to come. Sanha wanted a cock in her pussy and fingers on her clit. She wanted someone to make her cum over and over until she forgot her own name.

Instead they got a snack and once Peregrine was past the point of overstimulation, he put his balls back in her mouth and held her there. She sucked on them like it might give her a bit of the relief that she needed but it didn’t.

“Your choice, this time. Ass or pussy.”

“Pussy.”

“Damn.”

“You got first go on her ass, don’t be a dick.”

“Fine.”

Sanha was pulled up again and then position so she was face to face with Peregrine. He grabbed her face and stuck his thumb deep in her mouth. She tried to squirm away from it but he pulled her down onto his cock. The relief of a cock sliding into her pussy made her forget his thumb stroking the back of her tongue and making her gag. He pulled her forward.

She was too overwhelmed to realize what was coming next until Hawk was lined up with her asshole and pushing in. The sound that came out of her was whiny and desperate. Hawk laughed at her and slapped her ass. She yelped.

“You good?” he asked. Not her. He was asking his friend.

“Yeah, fuck her hard.”

Another laugh. They fucked together with an easy rhythm. They knew exactly what they were doing. One cock slid out as the other slid in. Sanha couldn’t think about anything but the sensation. They slammed in and out of her in a perfectly coordinated rhythm.

Her orgasm finally took her. She arched and screamed and someone wrapped a hand around her throat to hold her in position as they kept fucking her. The first orgasm bled into the next one. The edges of the world got very blurry. She couldn’t remember her own name. She felt full and hollowed out all at once. Well used. Stretched. Aching. Satisfied. Trapped. Desperate for more. It all bled together.

They dropped her eventually. More cum on her hair and face.

The night ended hours later. Her body thoroughly used. Her jaw sore from all the sucking, her asshole stretched open. Her pierced clit still sore. Her vagina aching. Her make up spread across her face and her hair drying with the caked sperm in it. They left before she got up. An extra necklace and bracelet were clasped onto her as a tip. More gold.

She bathed at the hotel, washing out her hair and braiding it back tightly. She convinced a maid to let her borrow a uniform so she didn’t have to walk home in the stained silk.

“How was it?” Quinn asked.

“Disrespectful and rough,” Sanha told him.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, I enjoyed it,” she said.

“Do you want to go again? I can probably get another contract like that.

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Life Talk/Creative Talk

Life Update beneath the cut!

The Creative Stuff first, for anyone looking for fic update info.

I will be traveling soon! When I return, I will have a few digimon fandom events to prep for (Koushiro Week, the 02 countdown, and Jyou week). I am not sure if I'll be able to get to all of these things, so apologies if it doesn't pan out.

I'm not sure what's going to happen next with my fics and the drawing series I have open. I usually have a schedule of updates and an idea of where I'm going, but right now, I need to focus on other things. I'll still be here, and I'll even be creating, but not with the intention of maintaining constant/consistent updates.

I also haven't decided what my Nanowrimo 2023 project will be, nor if I can even participate this year. I have a few ideas, including making a time-based goal for myself in November (ie, write for 45 min per day) instead of a word count goal (ie, write 1,667 words/day). That will remove the pressure, but keep me writing. But I don't know what project I'll work on.

Life Stuff

I'm not really sure what to write here, if I'm honest! Work remains stressful, my relationship with my mom is strained following all of that nonsense, and every day is a fight to scrape energy together. It's sad and wild to think that there were times I wanted to scrap the vacation I have coming up because of how stressed I am and how much work planning it is.

My husband and I have been talking about making some big life changes, namely the possibility of having a child. He's more into the idea than I am, bluntly. He's not pushing me, but for the first time, he's saying he wants one when I bring it up (I tend to ask how he's feeling about it once or twice per year, he has always said, "Maybe someday," now he's saying, "Yes, if you want a kid, too.")

I've always told my husband that I can't do a child and work. I can barely crawl through the days with just the job, and I am made to understand that children bring more work with far less sleep. My husband's job could support a three person family, although we will be sitting down to work all of that out before we make any plans.

Truthfully, I've never liked my career or found fulfillment from work. I'm interested in what I do, yes. But the stress of working in biopharma is unbelievable, and it does not play nicely with my anxiety disorder. I work for money- or, more accurately, for a sense of security. But I do have an active mind that requires exercise and feeding. My husband suggests that I try to become a novelist as I take care of our kid, if I don't want to work and have a kid. He works from home and can work whatever hours he feels like, so I wouldn't be alone.

Right now, we're in the "what if" discussions. I don't know, for me, I've never seen kids or family as a positive thing; my childhood was something I survived. My understanding is that some people from similar situations want to give the love/security they lacked to their own kid. But I can't fathom being a mom or having a kid around. My husband, in contrast, came from a healthy family and has no mood disorders.

He would be the best father in the world. I would love to give a kid such an amazing dad. Bluntly, I am not sure if they'd have a great mother, though. When asked if I want a kid, it's just like... How the heck would I know? How do I know if I want something I haven't experienced?

If anyone has been thinking of this stuff, I'd love to hear what you have to say! Parents, too. Just know that this is very much in the "maybe" area, lol, I am under zero pressure or duress. I just have no idea what I want.

I hope you're all doing well <3