#this incubus is royally confused now

[lilaccmilk]

If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me.

(know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it)

rich vampire bf! goes feral after you ask his opinion while lingerie shopping; contains: smut obv, vampire stuff(blood drinking, fangs), mention of aphrodisiac

You were out shopping. After shopping for the clothes and all, you decided to buy lingerie. Confused on which one buy, you decided to send pictures of you in both lingeries to your boyfriend who was at work; asking him for his opinion.

First mistake.

He texted you to buy them both. “But it’s expensive babe” you said to the man monster. He scoffed and asked you to buy them both using his card. “Fine then. I’ll be sure to show everything that I bought to you tonight!! Like a fashion show!” you exclaimed.

Second mistake.

Your boyfriend encouraged you to buy more but you shot down that idea. “Lemme continue shopping now, bye, love you” you hung up the phone.

Returning home, you took a bath and wore your boyfriend’s hoodie.

Third mistake.

He loved seeing you in his clothes, liking how they were oversized on you. You being covered in his scent was another thing that calmed the beast inside of him. You hear the opening of door and rushed to greet your boyfriend. He said nothing but just inhaled your scent, pulling you closer.

“Go freshen up!! Have to show you the dresses” you excitedly said, “Hm sure, start with the lingerie f’me yeah?” He spoke in a strained voice, as if holding himself back.

A while later, he was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. You tried on the flimsy clothing—as if it could be called that. You laughed to yourself. You had sent a picture of you in a different coloured one, but as a surprise you got it in your boyfriend’s favourite colour — royal blue. You stepped out in front of him and looked at him expectantly. “How is it?” You give him a twirl.

Fourth and final mistake. All of these mistakes now tumble down from the edge upon you and you’ve got the consequence, in the form of your vampire lover.

You barely turn to face him again, before a snarl rips put of his throat and in an instant he’s picking you up and throwing you on the bed, with a sense of utter urgency.

“Fucking hell, been teasing me all day, sending pictures of you dolled up and pretty while I’m at work” he grunts out staring at you with eyes darkened by lust. For a moment he looks more like an incubus than a vampire. But when he leans to kiss your neck, marking you as his, his sharp fangs grazing your skin, clear all your doubts. He sinks them into your neck, drinking your blood. The aphrodisiac in his fangs enter your bloodstream, making your mind hazy and overcome with clouds of lust.

He gets out of his clothes, resuming the assault on his neck. You writhe in pleasure and —rip!

You gasp as the lace fabric tears open like paper in the hands of your boyfriend. “That was expensive” you say in shock. “I’ll buy you ten more.” He grits out, “Focus on me.”

He runs his finger through your clit, “Haven’t even done anything and you’re so wet f’me?” He muses and brings his cock in line with your cunt. He slowly slides himself in you, letting out a low hiss and the tightness and warmth.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he starts thrusting himself at a brutal pace. “What were you thinking princess? That you can rile me up and be left unmarked?—hah!” He pants out between thrusts.

“Didn’t -hngg-mean to rile you up-ah” you pant out pathetically. All your thoughts leaking out of you and onto his cock. “But you did my love” he growled. He loved you sure, but right now he was fucking you like he doesn’t.

He looks like he is in a trance, watching his cock piston in and out, in and out, in–

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” He ‘s got you in a mating press, your knees all the way over to your chest. You feel flames of pleasure lick up your insides, trying to bring you over the edge. It doesn’t help that the words from your boyfriend make you feel lewd.

“This pussy was –hah– made to be mine. You were made to be mine.” One last thrust and pleasure washes over you in overwhelming waves. Thick ropes of cum fill your pussy. You pant heavily, feeling tired.

By the time you think that he is done with you, you look like you’ve been thrown to the wolves. But no— he is a vampire— a creature of the night. And the night has only just begun. You riled up the beast and now you have to deal with the consequences.

my ancestors must be feeling real proud of me rn 😌

[firstprince-ao3feed]

thats his curse thats my name

by arcticmaggie His head lowers an inch closer to Alex, and his next sentences are said in a lower octave, words coming out slower with a slightly tantalizing drawl. There’s a twinkle in his eyes as he looks down at Alex. “You can imagine how dreadfully awful it would be if I allowed it to get drenched in the rain today. That would be terrible, wouldn’t you agree?” Alex is confused now. And a bit freaked out. He’s…he’s doing the thing. He’s using the voice. Words: 2119, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Nora Holleran/Percy "Pez" Okonjo Additional Tags: Supernatural Elements, Vampire!Henry, Incubus!Alex, No Angst, No Fluff, A Purgatory Genre if You Will, more like, Crack Treated Seriously, Eventual Smut, POV Multiple, Switch!Firstprince, Bratty!Alex, Bratty!Henry, brat summer is spilling into brat fall, Dom!Henry, But also, Service Top!Henry, In a way, bottom!Alex, Biting, blood consumption, duh it’s vampires, dubcon, Fuck Or Die via https://ift.tt/ogqXcUO

[drades-lair]

A Royal Night

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/OC, Stella/OC

Rating: M

"Calus, what are these messages?" Striker inquired holding up the Dracony's phone that he'd lent the imp.

"Hmm?" Calus hummed, furrowing his brow as he looked up from the book he'd been reading. On the screen was a series of messages with none other then Stella's name on top.

"I didn't know Ya did business with the harpy as well," Striker continued with a smirk.

"Shit, I forgot about that," Calus groused, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation.

"She ask Ya ta kill Stolas too?" Striker chuckled, putting his mate's phone to sleep then handing it back.

"No, that was before she got into the whole 'I want my husband dead' thing," Calus briefly explained taking his phone back.

"Really? Then why did she contact Ya?" Striker persisted, arching a brow in confused curiosity.

"You sure you wanna know?" Calus checked, arching a brow back.

"Now I'm not so sure," Striker shot back, smirk dropping slightly.

"Guess cats outta the bag anyways...I had sex with her," Calus bluntly stated instantly earning him a surprised, shocked look from Striker. The pale imp's brows flew up at this admittance, a small twist forming in his gut from the instant jealousy that settled there.

"Ya fucked her. Why?" Striker continued to ask trying to remain calm.

"Yes, you see..." Calus sighed out in preparation to tell the story.

...several years previous...

Calus strode into the Goetia Autumn palace, it had only two floors with 20 rooms total which made it a lot smaller than the main palace in Imp City. Duffle slung over his shoulder the Dracony made his way to the master bedroom where he'd been told to meet with his latest client. Most would find it unusual to meet a client in the bedroom but in a palace like this sometimes the elite had their office in the master or their personal papers. Upon reaching the ornate double doors of the master Calus knocked using the backs of his knuckles resulting in a female voice permitting him entry from the other side. Letting himself in Calus was greeted by the form of Stella Goetia whom he'd seen many images of over the years since she'd married the Goetia prince, Stolas. Stella stood by the balcony doors clad in a red robe that draped along her figure to about mid thigh.

"Stella Goetia?" Calus asked.

"Yes, you must be the Dracony," Stella smoothly answered, turning around to walk closer to Calus.

"I am, what is it I can do for you?" Calus inquired, casually tipping his hat in greeting.

"I won't beat around the bush, I want you to have sex with me," Stella bluntly stated catching Calus off guard.

"Pardon? I'm not a prostitute, ma'am," Calus retorted, furrowing his brow deeply.

"I'm aware, your advertisement says that you'll do anything though," Stella shot back.

"Within reason, I'm a handy man." Calus clarified.

"I don't see why that makes a difference," Stella irritably stated, coming to stand a couple feet from Calus.

"Ma'am, I suggest you hire a Lust incubus if that's what you need," Calus persisted, turning slightly in preparation to leave when Stella grabbed his sleeve of the duster he was wearing, a little haste evident in her action.

"Wait! Look...the truth is...I just want some decent sex. I... have standards that won't allow me to hire an incubus from Lust not to mention the fact I’m a royal Goetia who must protect the family name. Since I got married, I haven't had...good sex...please, you're a Dracony, a royal..." Stella trailed off upon realizing she was rambling, one hand coming up to rub at her upper arm on the opposite side in an awkward gesture.

"Sounds like you need to talk to prince Stolas about that," Calus insisted, this wasn’t the first time the Dracony had been asked to sleep with a client nor would it probably be the last however he tried to keep business and pleasure separate in order to avoid unpleasant situations.

"I already have...I don't want to go into detail...please, please, I just want to experience one night," Stella continued to plead in a desperate tone.

Calus inhaled deeply before releasing a sigh of defeat, royals slept around all the time, so he wasn't concerned with that, and Stella seemed desperate which was an oddity from what little Calus knew about the Goetia princess. Walking off to the side Calus removed his hat while tossing his duffle on the ground next to a high back chair, placing his hat on said chair before removing his duster to place on the chair next. Stella locked the bedroom doors then turned to Calus just as the Dracony was pulling off the black T-shirt he wore, if they were going to do this he might as well commit fully. The female Goetia inhaled sharply through her nose as her eyes looked Calus from head to toe, subtly pressing her thighs together as a tingling sensation reverberated between her legs in a way she'd not felt in a long time if not ever.

"Very well, what do you want of me?" Calus gently inquired walking right up to Stella.

"I want...my first night back...I want to experience what I never got to," Stella explained in a quiet almost mournful tone.

"Are you alright with me leading?" Calus inquired, reaching a hand up to tap the knuckle of his index finger under Stella's chin.

"Yes," Stella permitted in a breathy tone, inches from Calus' face.

"Very well," Calus confirmed, leaning in to press a gentle yet firm kiss to Stella's lips.

Calus slid his hand from Stella's chin into her hair feathers while his other hand moved around the Goetia's waist promptly pulling her against his body. Stella's hands moved to caress lightly along the expanse of muscle that was the Dracony's exposed torso. Calus deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into Stella's mouth causing her to release a breathy moan into it as Calus slid his hand from her waist to her covered ass, kneading gingerly at it causing her to start rocking her hips against Calus'. Calus pulled the robe up that Stella was wearing revealing she was commando underneath, sliding to fingers downwards he pressed them into her already wet cunt from behind. Stella shuddered as she grabbed Calus' waist and pulled back with a breathy moan from the kiss.

"You must be pent up to be so wet from just seeing me shirtless and a little kissing," Calus coyly stated with a small smirk. Stella bit down on her lower lip as she squeezed her eyes shut, Calus' fingers shallowly thrusting at a slow pace.

Using this opportunity Calus slid his other hand from Stella's feathers to the belt of the robe, easily undoing it causing the robe to fall open. Calus pulled his fingers free to allow them to part slightly causing the robe to fall from around Stella's body, sliding down her arms from where it had sat on her shoulders till it pooled in the crooks of her elbows. Gingerly Calus maneuvered Stella around so her back was to the bed, pressing her back till her legs lightly bumped the mattress edge. Arching a brow Calus smirked as he glanced down at Stella's perky, firm breasts with their pink nipples and areola. Stella flushed, averting her gaze as she crossed her arms over her exposed chest in a shy manner that was more indicative of a virgin then a married woman with a two-year-old child.

"Relax...," Calus breathed, caressing his hands along her sides as he gently pressed her back as a prompt for the female Goetia to get on the bed.

Catching the hint Stella did so, crawling into the middle of the bed where she laid on her back still trying to somewhat cover herself by crossing her legs. Calus followed Stella up the bed where he settled on the right of her legs, gingerly caressing along her calves to her thighs with feather light touches. Leaning up Calus mouthed along Stella's abdomen up to between her breasts. Gently the Dracony brushed Stella’s hands away allowing him to cup her one breast while balancing with his free hand, kneading gingerly in a slow circular motion while occasionally taking her hardening nipple between his fingers. Once soft moans started escaping the Goetia, Calus leaned his head down to flick his tongue against Stella's other nipple before pulling it into his mouth. Stella started squirming a little as Calus sucked liberally on her one breast, other hand massaging gingerly at the opposite.

"Ready to show me more?" Calus inquired, pulling off Stella's breast.

"O-okay..." Stella agreed through panting breaths, face flushed bright pink with her hands tangled in the bedding.

Calus pulled back to rest on his heels, gingerly pushing Stella's legs till she began to part them. Stella once more averted her gaze at being completely on display for Calus now eliciting a soft chuckle from the Dracony. Once settled between the princess’ Calus made soothing little sounds as he placed his hands on her hips, caressing lightly up then back down, following the lines of her pelvis. Stella trembled slightly in anticipation when Calus caressed a cupped hand over her vagina, rubbing a few times before allowing his middle finger to dip barely between her wet folds. Calus continued his pattern till he allowed his ring finger to join his middle finger and applied the slightest amount of pressure. Stella released an irritated moan causing him to chuckle again in amusement, leaning over her a little to get a better angle at which point he slid his fingers to her vaginal opening and pressed inside gently earning him a groan this time from the Goetia princess.

Using the knowledge from having various partners Calus quickly located Stella’s G-spot, setting up a steady pace, rubbing his fingertips against that one spot with each thrust. Stella started open mouth moaning almost sounding a little confused in her euphoric state, but once her head started falling backwards with ragged breaths Calus used his other hands thumb to start circling her clit. Clutching at the bedding Stella exclaimed loudly as she lost control, orgasm wrenching through her body as she shook. Calus continued stimulating Stella making her squirm till a second wave crashed over her except this time Calus pulled his fingers free just as she orgasmed causing her fluids to spill free. Stella fell limply to the mattress, sweating while trying to catch her breath, still trembling when Calus leaned over her. True to fashion the Dracony was lightly caressing his hands over Stella's body in various spots, making soothing noises as she came down a little.

"Are you alright to continue?" Calus asked in a husky low tone after giving Stella a little time to relax.

"Y-Yes..." Stella confirmed through panting breaths.

"Okay," Calus simply agreed.

Sitting back on his heels again Calus undid his jeans, pulling the stiff material down just past his hips. Stella watched in excited anticipation as her eyes stared directly at the Dracony's bulging boxer briefs, eyes growing wider as he pulled free the impressive length from inside. Calus reached into his back pocket for the condom he kept there, undoing it's packaging with his teeth. Smoothly Calus applied the condom over his length then moved forwards to lean once more over Stella, positioning the head of his cock to stella's opening.

"Take a breath," Calus encouraged.

Stella inhaled only to release it with a whimpering moan as Calus pressed inside her. Like everything he'd done thus far Calus remained gentle, pressing inch by inch into the Goetia to allow her to adjust along the way to his girth. Once settled Calus hoisted Stella's legs up under her thighs, setting up a steady pace. Confusion briefly crossed Stella’s face as she felt something bulbous and firm hitting her folds with every thrust, glancing down she could see Calus had a knot at the base of his cock. Thoughts of that knot going inside her caused her to moan loudly, clenching slightly around Calus in anticipation eliciting a grunting groan from Calus.

"Do you...wanna...ugh! Take my knot?" Calus asked, having assumed that was why Stella had suddenly moaned.

"Yes, oh fuck yes! Please knot me!" Stella begged completely letting go of her regal prestige.

Calus nodded in understanding then pressed Stella's legs further up and apart allowing him to lean over her. Stella cried out as Calus thrust deeply into her sopping wet cunt, applying further pressure each time he pressed in till there was a wet pop and Stella shrieked as she orgasmed around the thick knot now settled in her. Calus groaned gutturally as he too fell over the edge, spilling into the condom inside Stella.

After regaining his composure Calus gently eased Stella's legs down making certain to be mindful of his knot still seated inside the Goetia. Waiting for his knot to recede Calus massaged Stella's thighs and hips to help her relax as she panted through the orgasmic high still running through her body. A short time later Calus pulled himself free with another wet pop and a small whimpering moan from Stella. Getting off the bed the Dracony tossed the condom away on the way to the bathroom where he returned with a washcloth that he used to clean Stella up with then returned to the bathroom to clean himself up. Stella basked in the after glow of what was possibly the best night of her life while Calus got dressed.

“I’m gonna take it we’re done here?” Calus chuckled softly, slinging his duffle back over his shoulder.

“Yes, payment is ready for you on the way out,” Stella confirmed from where she lay on her side on the bed, lightly covered by a sheet and a massive grin on her features.

“Fair well, madam,” Calus stated tipping his hat to Stella before exiting the bedroom.

…current day…

“That was it, I collected my money then left. Keep in mind this was before I knew anything about Stella or Stolas,” Calus finished explaining, leaning against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee.

“Humph, shit. Guess I can’t hold it against Ya, she does have looks,” Striker admitted, from where he was sitting on the kitchen island also sipping a coffee.

“Like I said this was before I knew anything about either of them,” Calus reiterated.

“Can’t deny I’m a little jealous hearin’ about Yer past exploits especially with that screechin’ harpy,” Striker continued to admit.

“Hmm, really? Didn’t think it was that easy to get you jealous,” Calus smirked coyly, pushing off the counter to walk across the kitchen to the island to stand in front of Striker.

“It isn’t, but I’m also no royal,” Striker briefly explained.

“Perhaps not, neither am I though.” Calus lightly chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap his index finger’s knuckle underneath Striker’s chin, rubbing his thumb gently along the imp’s bottom lip. Moments later Calus leaned forwards to capture Striker’s mouth in a passionate kiss which the imp returned. Setting down their coffee mugs Calus scooped Striker off the island to carry his mate towards the bedroom. 

[big-box-of-muses]

“But... Like... I’m a switch...”

[cottoncandyjester]

How would all your yandere oc be like as monsters? Because this is for the monsterfucker here.

As a fellow monsterfucker...I got you

Also damn now I wanna write a shit ton of stories with the ocs as monsters

This story contains: smut, monster fucking, talk of tentacles and big 🍆

Theodore:

He definitely would probably be an elegant fox demon

Has all nine tails

You formed a pact with him so he works as your servant

Is mischievous in his own way

Likes to play sweet

But when it comes to doing the do he loves using his magic

Will tease you for hours

You're such a fragile human so it's only natural for him to tease

Loves rubbing one of his tails against your most sensitive areas

If you use your pact against him he will wreck you

Like force him to do something he doesn't want to do and he's sneaking into your room and fingering you until your sobbing

It's only proper punishment

Hikaru

Vampire

Strong as hell

Big dick as always

Tsundere as always

"can't believe I fell for a lowly human"

God forbid you get hurt though

Will rip someone's head clean off

Drinks your blood daily

Drinking your blood makes him submissive..so he tries not to too much

Can and has gotten drunk off your blood

Turns into a whiny bitch

Like peg his ass and play with his nipples

Call him a dirty little bloodsucker

Make him eat you out do it all

Cause when he sobers up he's going to wreck you as payback

Sees himself as a royal so knock him down a peg a few times

God forbid you call him strong he will never let it go

"of course I'm strong I'm a pureblooded vampire! We are rare nowadays"

Rocket

Guys, gals, and non binary pals..

Wolfman

Prepare for a thick cock with a knot at the end

Like you will get stuffed every damn night

He will use you during his heat like a fleshlight

This dumb dog of course loves to cuddle up to you..but he can't stop humping you to death

His cock is literally thicker than your arm

You might die..but it would be worth it

When he hasn't fucked in a few days his cum is thick

Like you will get a stack bulge just from his cum

It spills all out when he pulls out

Prepare to be covered in bite marks and stuff cause he has to mark you

Yuki

Our beautiful naga boy

Would wrap you up with his lower half

Sex with him is downright dangerous

His venom is an aphrodisiac

You will be stretched out for sure

I usually picture nagas with the ability to implant eggs inside their darling instead of a normal birth...so good luck with that

On the bright side, good naps for you.

Axis

Harpy boy

Bird baby

He is so damn clingy it's insane

Sex in the sky

Yup

Also implants an egg into his darling so once again... good luck with that

Omg wait what if he got pregnant

That's probably will happen if he is with a male y/n

If you touch his wings he is gonna flip out

Like he can't handle it

Yuuji and yuuta

Octopus boys

Tentacles for DAYS

You would suffer their wrath

Every hole stuffed over and over with thick tentacles

There is no escape

They would definitely argue over who has what hole

Yuuta is more gentle but his tentacles tend to be a lot more slippery and lubed up

He likes to hit that spot that makes you just ahegao

His tentacles are better as far as going in deep

Yuuji... his tentacles are thick as fuck

Big boy

He wants you to choke

He has legit almost killed you many times from shoving all his tentacles inside you at once

His tentacles has more shorter but thicker

He can stretch you out soooo good.

Salem

Shark boy shark boy shark boy

Do you know what this means people?!

TWO DICKS

TWO HUGE DICKS

for some good double penetration action

He likes biting your shoulder and just leaving a huge shark bite

I'm not talking mermaid shark no I mean like legend of zelda Zora style

Incase you all were confused

He likes to dig his claws into you whole you fuck

Underwater sex.. yes

Will drag you under and fuck the shit out of you

Touch his gills and he is going to snap

If he smells some of your blood he's pouncing

Aka period sex is a go

Forgets that humans can't breathe underwater..soo you've almost died a few times

Touch his fin..please touch his fin-

He absolutely likes showing off his sharp teeth

Just likes to open his mouth and feel you touch them

Have I mentioned two dicks cause um..yeah

Can you tell I wanna fuck prince sidon is that clear yet?

Wants a bunch of babies with you

Like a lot of babies

Scarlett

I was just gonna say futa and call it a day

Is a witch a monster? No? Oh.

I'm gonna say fairy cause that fits

I'm not talking sweet fairy no she is evil as hell

Has a big 🍆 though soo there's that

Male, female, non binary you will get fucked if you enter her forest

Touch her wings I dare you do it and you will be punished

Wears skimpy clothes to entice you and it works

Uses her magic on you for sure

No matter which if you is pregnant she will still fuck

On the bright side she gifts you adorable gifts after courting you

Flower crowns, magical items, and all

Comes across as sweet and gentle...nope

Will wreck your shit

You have to be strong as hell if you wanna dom her

She will ride you til your hips break

Dangerous all around might wanna stay away.

Prince

Incubus of course

Give him that good sex baby

Will slip into your room every night and fuck you HARD

You can't resist him

It's impossible

Pull his tail though and he's nutting

He sees himself as this cool badass incubus but honestly..he's kinda a bitch

Like yeah he can fuck you all day but if you even press your tongue against his nipples he's weak

Also blowjobs are the death of him

The more times you fuck the stronger he gets so watch out for that

Rin

All I can think about is a slime boy

Like usually he's pretty solid but imagine..slime tentacles

Him riding you/ being fucked by you and it's like a votex

Sucking you so perfectly

On the other side of that spectrum getting fucked by him will be intense

He will absolutely wreck your shit

His entire body is made of slime

Aka he use his fingers and make them dicks

He would probably be flavored..not sure what flavor but it will be yummy

Super sticky if you would want that

Would make you a dildo from his slime

Use it and no matter where he is he would feel it and be able to control it

Slime boy rin is dangerous...he will fuck you dry.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Blood Orange

This is a spinoff/sequel to Inferno, which takes place in the Brimstone universe, which has a whole bunch of sequels and spinoffs, but all you really need to know is this: Jimin is an incubus and fruit grown in hell has big aphrodisiac properties.

Summary: Being invited to a party in hell ends up a lot more fun than you’d expected.

Warnings: WELL, feral Jimin is a lot, aphrodisiacs like in Pomegranate seeds, incubus semen is like its own aphrodisiac so there’s that, oral sex (f. receiving, m. receiving, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, it’s all feral

Word Count: 2541

Dating a demon definitely had its upsides and downsides.

Being in hell at a demon birthday party...might be one of the downsides.

Hell itself is a lot less terrifying than it appears. I mean sure, there's a throne that might be made of human skulls in the corner, decorated with party hats, and it's awfully warm despite the air conditioner in Taemin's mansion, but otherwise it's a pretty swanky place.

Jimin's friend, the one Taemin had called Persephone, was celebrating her 21st (well, 2100, but who's counting) and you're glad to see Taemin smiling with the pretty girl on one arm and a blushing boy on the other, since the last time you'd seen him he'd been a bit distraught.

But you're also feeling very out of place. Besides the boy, Jungkook, you're the only human there, and things feel a bit awkward.

Jimin stays by your side for an hour but you can tell he's restless, not having spent much time below since you started dating. You smile at him and encourage him to mingle, but when he does, you feel oddly adrift.

It's kind of fun to people watch (demon watch?) though, like catching a tipsy Taemin nip at Jungkook's ear and Jungkook turning a brilliant shade of violet. Jimin and Perspehone reminiscing about their younger years, you catching bits and pieces.

"Remember when you seduced Charon and we took a joyride on the ship?" and "That was you, not me!" being the most memorable.

You're smiling and sipping your extremely strong drink when Jongin sits beside you on the plush couch.

"Having fun?" He asks, and gives you a smile.

You flush a little, having flashbacks to the night you met. It's a little weird to be at a party with three demons who have seen you naked, but overall you think you're handling it well.

"I am. You?"

Jongin shrugs, and when you look over at him his body language is all wrong, shoulders slumped, stubble on his face. 

"I'm trying."

You frown and lean closer. "What's wrong?"

Jongin sighs. "It's a long story."

"I don't think I'm going anywhere soon. Jimin wants to see his friends." You encourage, and Jongin gives you a grateful smile.

And that's how it starts, this night, and when it ends, you're so exhausted you can barely move.

🔥🔥🔥

Jimin's having a wonderful time, drinking firewhiskey and laughing with the birthday girl, and he loses track of you for a bit.

When he sees you sitting on the couch with Jongin, a hand on his knee, the drawback to bringing you to this party hits him all at once.

Incubi. Everywhere, and ones who you'd summoned specifically.

The one who'd gotten to be inside your cunt before he did, chatting you up on Taemin's couch.

Jimin doesn't realize he's gritting his teeth until his jaw starts to ache, and when Taemin tugs him aside, he protests.

"You've always been such a brat," Taemin scolds, and Jimin scoffs. "But he needs someone to talk to, so relax."

"She's mine," Jimin insists, the firewhiskey making his head fuzzy.

Taemin rolls his eyes. "Yes, yes, she's yours. You can show her that when the party's over, yeah? Have some fruit, make it tenfold." He gestures vaguely to the array of fruit on the table.

Jimin huffs, but the fruit does look appealing, especially the bright blood oranges. All fruit in the underworld was tinged with lust, his own father had a blood orange tree. 

These are particularly delicious though, bittersweet blooming on his tongue as soon as he pops a section into his mouth, and before he knows it he's eaten all of it.

When Taemin sees Jimin holding the rind of the orange, his eyes widen.

"Jimin, please don't tell me you ate an entire orange."

Jimin blinks at him and Taemin heaves a deep sigh.

"Of course you did. You ate an entire orange from the royal fruit tree."

"So? My dad had a blood orange tree, I'm used to it."

Taemin pinches the bridge of his nose. "The royal tree is ten times the lust of other trees."

"Oh." Jimin looks down at the orange rind, skin beginning to heat already. "Oh, shit."

"I suggest you get her home before it kicks in. I don't want you fucking on my sofa, Jimin, I mean it," Taemin warns, before he's dragged off.

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You're hugging Jongin goodbye when Jimin plops down on the couch next to you bonelessly, and after giving Jongin a smile as he leaves, you turn to him.

His cheeks are flushed, body sunk into the couch, and you laugh.

"Too much to drink, baby?"

Jimin pouts. "Didn't drink much," he insists.

You lean over to kiss his cheek, but he makes this sound almost like a moan and pulls you close, half into his lap, kissing your neck.

"Ah!" You cry, surprised but with heat spearing in your belly. "Not here, Jiminie."

"Wanna bend you over on this couch and fuck you in front of everyone," he mumbles, and your face burns.

"Jimin!"

"Want everyone to see you're mine, want everyone to hear you screaming my name," he continues, and you're choking on air.

When he grabs a handful of your ass, that's when you pull away, and he whimpers, looking almost devastated at the loss of touch.

"Firewhiskey is dangerous," you mutter, and Taemin looks over from where he's sitting on his throne with Persephone in his lap, seemingly asleep, one hand threaded in her hair.

"Oh, he ate an orange," he says, as if that explains everything.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

It's Jungkook who finally explains, sitting comfortably at Taemin's feet.

"It's like an aphrodisiac. A super strong one. I ate one pomegranate seed and…" he blushes. "It took a whole day to get it out of my system. It's like what they do to us, you know?" He explains.

You frown, confused, and then it dawns on you. The way you crave his touch and how insatiable you get, the way your head spins and there's nothing but Jimin.

"Um...how do we get home?" You ask as Jimin kisses up your neck, pushing him away with one hand.

"Best to stay in the guest room. Second door on the left." Taemin says this so easily, with his two lovers draped around him, as if this kind of thing happens all the time, and you feel a bit overwhelmed.

Jimin's hands are all over you as you lead him to the bedroom, and your eyes widen at the size of the bed.

Jimin tugs you down onto it before you can marvel too much though, planting hot kisses that almost burn on your collarbone.

"You're so hot," you say, concerned, putting a hand on his face.

"Mmm, you have to fuck it out," he explains, and you choke on air again.

"Or what?"

"Or you die, if you're human. I won't die, probably. Just be really sick for a few days." He mumbles against your skin, not in the least concerned.

"Jiminie, oh no, what do I do? How can I help?"

He's tugging off his shirt and you place a hand on his chest and he moans low in his throat.

Your breath catches, and you wonder if just a simple touch gets that kind of reaction…

"You need to cum," you say throatily, and he gasps, breathing hard.

"Need to fuck you, jagi, oh, please, I'm already so hard it hurts."

He takes your hand and presses it against the crotch of his jeans and lets out this guttural groan that makes your cunt pulse.

It isn't as if you hadn't planned on sex anyway, you had to every few hours, and he's so pretty like this, all flushed and eager.

"Oh fuck, jagi, please please, no one can fuck you like I do, yeah? You wouldn't want anyone else?" He looks so worried that it hurts your heart.

"Jiminie. Of course not. I want you so much, always. I love you."

He lets out a long breath like he'd been holding it, and kisses down your body, shoving your skirt up to your hips, ripping your panties off with ease and making you gasp out a moan when he pushes your legs apart impatiently and latches onto your clit, sucking hard right away, no finesse, no buildup.

"Ah, Jimin," you breathe when he hooks two fingers inside you and you're cumming around them in seconds, worked up.

Jimin peers at you from between your thighs, frowning. "That's not loud enough, jagi."

He trails little bites up your inner thighs, your hip bone, and kisses you hard, grinding against your bare pussy in his jeans.

"I want to fuck you so good everyone in hell knows it," he says, words slow and almost slurred.

You unbutton his jeans and he helps you pull them down, releasing his cock, already dripping precum.

When you wrap your fingers around the base he cries out. "Ah, ah, jagi, fuck, need to…" 

He rolls his hips into your hand and you're fascinated by how he's turning red all over, the tip of his cock, his abdomen, his face.

"What do you want, baby?" You ask softly, and he looks down at you with his lip caught between his teeth, eyes glassy, as if overwhelmed.

You can't help but smile, leaning up to kiss him and you taste something bittersweet on his tongue.

"Wanna fill you up, wanna cum inside you, jagi, wanna mark you everywhere," he babbles into your mouth and you shake your head, pulling away.

"Not yet. One of us needs to be clear headed to get home tomorrow, and if you do that now I'll be as bad off as you are."

Jimin makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, but you tug him down to kiss him again, pulling him down to lie next to you.

It'd been a learning experience, dating a succubus, but you'd learned that you could do certain things without losing your capacity for rational thought, and you could put that to use now.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." 

Jimin is trembling, making these whiny noises in the back of his throat, his cock twitching against his belly. "Please," he whispers, and when you settle between his legs and lick just the tip of his cock he jerks, throwing his head back.

You can't help but do it again, loving the way he reacts, how the flush covering his body deepens and his hips buck up.

"Jagi, don't tease-" his pleas turn into a long moan when you take him into your mouth, working your tongue against the underside of his cock.

"Oh, oh, fuck, your mouth!" He almost shouts, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag a bit.

"Oh, jagi, I'm gonna cum," he whimpers, and pleasure shoots down your spine at how easily you're able to affect him, even with the hell fruit's help.

It's almost violent, his orgasm, and you milk him with your hand as he writhes beneath you, shooting cum down your throat, so much of it you choke a little.

When you lift your head he leans up to pull you up his body to kiss you slow and lazy, and you sigh in relief to realize he's broken a sweat, his skin cooled just a bit.

He shifts you on top of him and you realize he's still rock hard, pressing against the cleft of your cunt.

Jimin moans, sliding himself against your slick.

"You're so hot and wet, Y/n," he mumbles against your throat, sucking marks there over and over.

"Jimin, again? Already?" 

As an Incubus he had an inhuman refractory period on the best days, but this is ridiculous.

"Want you so bad, jagi, please," he begs, rutting against you. 

You groan, loving the pressure against your aching cunt. "Jimin….we probably shouldn't, yeah?"

"Mmm, I dunno, jagi, it's hard to think," he admits, reaching between you to cup your breasts, dragging his thumbs across your nipples.

You gasp. "I don't want to be as insatiable as you are, not here, not when anyone could hear us."

Jimin moves his hands from your breasts to your ass, rocking you against him.

"Want them to," he mutters, voice low and almost slurred. "Want all of hell to hear you're mine, jagi."

"Yeah?" You moan, the way his cock slides along your clit making you dizzy.

"Mmm, want them all to know what a slut you are for me, how you beg for my cock."

"Nngh, this is a bad idea," you groan, but fuck it, you're among friends even if most of them are lust demons, and you want it, want him so badly you can hardly breathe.

"Yes yes yes," Jimin chants, looking down at your pussy as you lift your hips, and when you slide down onto his cock his head jerks back so hard it thumps against the headboard.

When you rock your hips forward he grabs onto your ass hard, bouncing you on his cock, his mouth slack, this almost feral look on his face and it's so hot that you're near the edge in moments.

You're letting out these little breathy moans and Jimin huffs out a frustrated breath and flips you over, 

His hips slow, harder and with purpose and you hitch in a breath.

"Why are you being so quiet, jagi?" He leans down to bite a mark onto your neck and you let out a wrecked moan, your skin feeling sensitive and hot all over.

"That's better," he says, voice low, and smirks at you. "I've heard you be louder, though, yeah?"

He leans down to take a nipple between your teeth and slides one hand down between you to press his thumb to your clit, pulling almost out of you and then ramming back inside, and you make an inhuman sound as you tumble over the edge, gushing around him, black at the edges of your vision.

Jimin is making this sound almost like a growl and he shouts your name when he cums inside you and as usual, it feels like it heats you from the inside out and you whimper.

He hides his face in your neck, panting.

"I think that's enough for a while, if you want to get some sleep, jagi," he says apologetically, lifting his head.

But it's too late, you're aching with need now, and you latch onto his throat, rolling your hips against him

"But I need you, Jiminie," you whine, head spinning.

"F-fuck," he groans. "Okay, jagi, I got you."

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When you finally come down, your throat is raw and your body aches all over and you have no sense of time, you can't exactly see the sunlight in hell.

Jimin coos at you, at some point after you'd passed out he'd gotten dressed and brought you water and your favorite treat, a slice of cheesecake.

"How are you feeling?" He asks.

It takes you a couple of tries to get the words out. "No more hell fruit," you croak, and he laughs into your mouth when he leans down to kiss you.

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killing me softly, chapter 4: golden honey

Today was the day Lucifer had dreaded the most. It was the day of Lord Diavolo's return to the devildom.

The beginning of what might be the biggest trial of his life. The thought of having to mislead Diavolo like he was planning to had left him spend the night a mess hanging over the toilet bowl. Lucifer found himself contemplating whether at this point there was any ounce of dignity left in his body or not. The whole situation was unruly and sickening. Yet still, he couldn't help thinking about those captivating golden eyes that always seemed to follow him. That deep voice. His boisterous laughter. The scent of leather and honey stuck in his nose.

He was only making this whole ordeal harder on himself. Why he simply couldn't remove those pesky feelings was a mystery to him. Many times had he thought about doing it, yet he could never go through with it. Perhaps for the better. There was no need for him to spawn yet another demon brat.

Diavolo, followed by Barbatos, could arrive any minute now.

Lucifer checked his reflection in the mirror, which had been replaced after the incident, one last time. Unsurprisingly, his looks reflected his physical state. His skin looked sickly pale and had lost it's usual shine, under his eyes were heavy, purple, bags.

The other day, Asmo had jokingly offered him concealer and Lucifer had thrown a flower pot after him for it.

These days, he found himself to be highly irritable to a fault.

With a sigh he fixed his hair and then made his way to their agreed upon meeting spot.

As usual, he arrived 15 minutes prior to their arrival. Being on time was one of the most important virtues. Also, being on time was a virtue most of his brothers failed to abide by.

Lucifer felt worse for wear. His head was pounding with an unsteady rhythm and his throat was raw since had spent the whole night throwing up full flowers. Although he bathed thoroughly he never seemed to get rid of the sickly stench of white roses. The scent was stuck in his nose.

He suddenly heard the sound of quick, heavy footsteps.

“Lucifer!!” someone shouted. He didn't need to turn around to know who had been calling out for him. This person's imposing presence was unmistakably overwhelming.

Lord Diavolo.

In the blink of an eye Lucifer found himself held prisoner in a bone-crushing embrace.

“Lord Diavolo!” he growled as a petal ghosted past his lips and slowly landed on Diavolo's shoulder. Lucifer felt quite restless.  Normally, he'd growl and grumble and simply endure Diavolo's natural clinginess, but now he was being put in a compromising situation.

Lucifer didn't quite know what to do with his hands, so he settled on patting Diavolo's broad, muscular back awkwardly.

“There, there, You're acting like a big baby, Lord Diavolo,” he mumbled with the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Barbatos smiling at him. That bastard. Of course he would know. There was no hiding from Barbatos. Barbatos knew everything.

“I've just missed you so much! I feel like I haven't seen you in decades!”

“You were gone for a week.”

All of a sudden, Diavolo nuzzled his face against Lucifer's neck. His soft hair tickled against Lucifer's skin and he tensed up a little more. “I've got so much to tell you about, so there was this incubus-” he started as Barbatos cleared his throat.

“Although I hate to interrupt the two of you, we first have more serious issues to discuss. After that, you are free to do whoever you please.”

Lucifer choked on another petal and glowered at Barbatos. This. Sneaky. Bastard.

Diavolo finally released Lucifer and smiled. “Don't you mean whatever? You said whoever,” he said, tilting his head in confusion.

“Did I? That's on me then, I apologize.”

Despite his words it was very apparent that he had, in fact, not confused his words. The sheer audacity of this man. Lucifer felt incredibly tempted to throw hands with Barbatos right here and there, but with Diavolo with them that was not an option.

“My Lord, may I?” Barbatos suddenly pointed at Lord Diavolo's shoulder. “Something seems to be stuck to your uniform, let me get it for you.”

With a quick motion Barbatos snatched the petal off Lord Diavolo's uniform. “How curious. I don't remember having seen any white rose bushes in the royal gardens. How could it have gotten here, I wonder?”

Lucifer froze in place and was left staring at the small petal between Barbatos' slender fingers. Diavolo and Barbatos' voices merged with the background noises as an unsettling static noise grew louder and louder in Lucifer's ears. Though he could see their lips move, his brain couldn't process what they were saying.

As Barbatos dropped the petal in Diavolo's cupped hands, something shifted in him. He could make out one single word coming out of Diavolo's mouth.

Beautiful.

A stabbing pain emerged from Lucifer's lungs and grew and grew in intensity.

Funny how he was considered to be one of the most feared demons in the world, yet he could be taken down by something as mundane as suffocation. A bitter laugh left his lips.

Thankful that the other two demons were currently distracted, Lucifer grabbed this opportunity by the neck and booked it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lord Diavolo lift his head and for a moment, their eyes met.

Golden honey, the sweetest seduction. His lungs were aching, yet he couldn't stop thinking about the intense look in those eyes.

Royally and kindly, he was fucked.

Lucifer managed to round the last corner when his body finally gave up on him. His knees buckled and he had to hold onto the wall for support, struggling. As he tried to take another step he finally swayed once more and collapsed to the ground.

Lucifer awoke to the soft clacking of something being placed on the ground. As he opened his eyes he was met with green eyes.

The sharp pain in his lungs returned mercilessly. Promptly, he started to cough again but before he was able to hack up more flowers, a bucket was pushed into his hands.  It was hard to breathe and the stream of flowers didn't seem to stop. The copper taste of blood filled his mouth.

Heaving, he started at the bloody white mess. In between the flowers and petals he could make out stems with thick thorns.

“Fuck me, that's certainly a new one,” he rasped and cleaned off his mouth with the back of his hand.

He had told himself he could do this, had convinced himself that he possessed enough restraint to live this lie and make it reality. Had convinced himself from decade to decade all over again that he saw Diavolo as nothing but his Lord. What a liar he was. Lord Diavolo was everything to Lucifer. His word was the law. There was nothing Lucifer wouldn't do for him. He would conquer worlds and win wars solely for him. To only Diavolo, Lucifer was religiously devoted.

Suddenly, he felt a hand touching his shoulder softly and he snapped out of his train of thought.

Barbatos was fixing him with a serious expression on his face.

With a low growl Lucifer let himself fall back in the pillows. “So it's you, you bastard.”

“You're lucky it was me who found you. What would you have done if Lord Diavolo had found you like that? He would've freaked out. He would've never left your side after that ever again.”

“What is it you want? I know you're aware of my affliction based on the way you were acting before.” He sighed and covered his eyes with his forearm. “So just spit it out.”

Barbatos sat down on a chair next to the bed. “Confess. It's as simple as that.”

A deep chuckle escaped Lucifer's lips. “Am I suffering from brain damage? Perhaps I've been spending too much time with that idiot brother of mine, or did you in all honesty just tell me to confess to Lord Diavolo that I, of all people in his circle, am absurdly in love with him?”

For a moment he halted as his eyes widened and realization hit him. Without thinking, he had said the unthinkable.

Love. In love. He was in love with Lord Diavolo.

Next to him, Barbatos simply sighed. “So you've finally noticed. Took you long enough. To be perfectly honest, if this ignorance of yours had gone on any longer I would've gone to Diavolo myself and confessed in your place. You two are terribly hopeless,” he stated and clapped his hands together while standing up. “We both know you're really stubborn, but get over your pride and confess to that man. He's been waiting for a while. I've been observing you two for ages and it's almost comical how oblivious the two of you are.”

“Do not-” Lucifer started, but was shushed by Barbatos who had put a finger over his lips.

“Judging off the stage of hanahaki you're in already you have less than a week left, Lucifer. Do you really plan on sacrificing everything just so you can keep your dignity?” He lifted his finger off Lucifer's mouth. “Think about it. I'll be taking my leave then.”

With that, Barbatos exited the room, leaving Lucifer conflicted and lost in his thoughts.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

*nsfw chapter

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Part 5 : Deception (WIP)

Reckless, impulsive, loyal, those were words that Kingston “King” McTavish would assign to Valiant Teague. Standing on the front step of a suburban hamlet in the middle of the afternoon had surprised even him. At 350 years of age it was hard to surprise him, but as he waited for someone to answer the door he was surprised. His opal blue curls and straight lines of hair were caught in a breeze that made them sway. He had had the underside of his head shaved all around with a thick beard not the same blue surrounding his face like a mane. His darker than vanilla skin tone from the mixed heritage of his father and mother and facial features made him appear handsome with more than a hint of African descent. His blue eyes watched the door, trying to be patient.

Any call to the castle was recorded and before heading out on his motorcycle he had the call played back over and over. Listening for any signs of immediate emergency, danger, or signs of a struggle. All he had heard was emotional rawness and that had been enough for him to cancel any plans he had made for the day and leave. His prisoner Tobin had just been brought back his second escape attempt and he needed distance from that man anyway.

The door opened and instead of his weapons specialist for the Kingsguard he commanded, there was a little girl looking disappointed to see him. Before he could speak she ran back into the house crying. King’s blue eyebrows drew together in concern. A stranger came to the door, beautiful with gray eyes and wild dark hair that could use a brush.

“Sorry about Abigail, we tried to stop her but she got ahead of us…you are?” Donovan asked holding out a hand.

“King, Sovereign of the United Kingdom. I was summoned here by Val, why isn’t he receiving me?” King asked, his light voice suspicious of this stranger. His Lycan, a blue wolf that lived inside his soul stirred from sleep. The bright golden eyes looking at the creature before King through their metaphysical bond. King took the man’s hand in a fierce grip and was surprised when Donavan gripped his hand just as strong.

“Donavan Roe, an acquaintance of Val’s. He’s in right state presently, come on in.” Donovan said keeping his face as passive as possible even though the death grip King had on his wrist made him wonder if bones would break if he applied any more pressure. King released his hand and walked past him, never taking his eyes off Donavan until he had to turn his head forward. Even then he didn’t like Donavan behind him. Using his Lycan senses he smelled the house. Three strong scents, one faint almost gone entirely.

He glanced at the furniture, most of it years old seemed in good condition. No signs of any fighting occurred.

“What exactly is happening here?” King asked looking back at Donavan.

“Short version. I witnessed the murder of Val’s wife and we just saw her in the crowd at the Mercy Hospital Bombing. So Val is trying to not have a breakdown right now. He’s in the guest room down that way.” Donavan surmised as he pointed down the hallway.

“You’re leaving something out.” King said he had listened to this man’s pulse the entire time, noting it’s rhythm changes as he spoke.

“Go see him first.” Donavan said ducking his head.

“You do know what Sovereign means, you don’t give me orders.” King said a bit of a growl coming into his words as if to show Donavan who was in control of things.

“He needs you now, this whose cock is bigger bullshite can wait. I will be trying to get his daughter to stop crying. If that’s alright, my Lord,” Donavan said with a tone beyond annoyed and King almost said something rude but his ears picked up the sounds of things being torn apart from the second story.

“Go, she’s tearing something apart right now and in that state I imagine it’s something important to her.” King said before he walked down the hallway without waiting for a response. Donavan turned and moved to the stairs, he felt out of his depth. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. He asked himself why he was still even here, he had done what he had come to do. He had told Val everything he knew about the man. But as he moved up the stairs he knew the reason, hated himself for the reason but as he came to door with pony stickers. He knew it was all beyond his control, he cared what happened to these people.

Donavan stood in the doorway, watching as the five year old tore a painting to ribbons. His eyes were wide with surprise but he didn’t stop her. Her tears were gone, her face red with anger as she pulled more of the once large painting apart. A part of him knew he should tell her to stop, but he didn’t. If he had learned one thing in his life, it was to trust his instincts. Finally when the painting was just small pieces of paper strewn about the room, and Abigail breathing hard with the exertion he knocked on the doorframe.

He kept his face calm and neutral of any emotion and just waited. Children were unpredictable, as an incubus he could feel emotions the way people felt a breeze before rain. Hers were a mess of anger, sadness and above all confusion. It made his heart hurt, that surprised him. He had only known of her existence for only one morning and already he felt he would hurt anyone who harmed her. But he didn’t have time to be perplexed as she launched herself at him and he had just enough time to crouch before she was hugging him tight and sobbing.

Donavan’s eyes were wide, this was the second Teague to do this and he just wasn’t sure what about him screamed “Port in a storm”. But he hugged her back all the same. Abigail was young but she wasn’t stupid. The concept of telling her everything would be alright seemed ludicrous, he wasn’t sure anything would be alright ever again. So he simply let her cry it out on his shoulder.

Downstairs was a different matter entirely. King had leaned against the closed door and listened to his subordinate’s retelling of recent events. He had resisted the urge to interrupt. Making mental notes as he did. He wasn’t angry at being kept in the dark about Val’s investigation, he knew if he had learned before now who the victims were he would have pulled him from investigation.

“We tried to keep Abigail back but she threw a fit and I retreated back here and let Donavan handle it. I just wanted to compose myself before you fired me from your employ,” Val concluded somberly and King’s eyes went wide but he said nothing for a moment.

“You’ve been using that word a lot today. “We” I mean. Have you noticed that,” King asked as he folded his arms over his long green wool sweater and waited for a reply. As predicted it took Val a moment to retrace the conversation and with a deep frown King knew it had finally registered with the man.

“I have no reason to sack you Valiant, but I will say you’re too goddamn smart to go it alone. Let alone too smart to take things at face value. So disappointed would be how I’m currently feeling. But above that, I’m sorry Mate. Losing a wife is hard, ye but getting on top of another bloke right after. That’s a bit of a stretch even for you yah?” King spoke with a bit of incredulous shock to his voice.

“I haven’t done anything with Donavan, besides he’s been a friend this day. As well as a witness to her death, I just want time to find out what he knows.” Val said and King nodded his brow creased in thought. King had heard Donavan approaching but said nothing. He had also heard the lie in Val’s voice but said nothing just watched him. This was going to be interesting.

The door burst open and King barely had time to move before Donavan came bursting in, his face red with anger.

“Is that it?! That’s all you want from me right! Information. Alright here,” Donavan shouted King watched him, listening to any underlying emotion or held back secret.

“The man is a Vampire. He has fangs instead of teeth and talks with a French accent. He’s tall like me, but muscular like a Football player. His skin is brown like an African but pale like a corpse. He wears fine clothes like a royal snob would. I never remember where we go because he has mental magic or some such shit. I used to think it was drugs but I didn’t eat or drink before the later takings so it can’t be. The rooms he takes me to are hotel rooms, like the one Tegan was in. Cheap places you pay by the day. He always paid with cash. There was a black briefcase that had an ornate set of operating tools in it. He would bleed me first, then rape me, feed me just enough to replinish blood then do it again.” Val rose to stop him but Donavan kept going.

“He forced me to watch. Used compulsion on me so my eyes wouldn’t close. I tried to move, to free myself but could only cry while he took his time. Savoring the meal he said. Is that enough, you get what you needed,” Donavan looked at King then. King’s blue eyes were shrewd, he nodded. Donavan nodded back, before looking at Val.

“See, that’s honesty. Not your dirty tacs, using your body and whatever I felt was happening to lure me in to a false sense of security. That’s on par with him and his money. Never, see me again.” With that Donavan ran. Val was too shell shocked to move. King slipped his phone out and made a call. Val felt his life breaking in ways he couldn’t imagine. The information from Donavan had felt like nails being driven into his skin, piercing muscle and shattering bone.

“I want eyes on him all day and night. This is the only lead we have to get to him.” King concluded as he hung up the phone. He was seized by Val who slammed him against a wall.

“What are you playing at King!? Eh, you set me up?” Val shouts. King looked back at him, cold blue eyes.

“I knew Donavan was listening. But I had no idea you would throw yourself on top of an emotional land mine. That was all you. Lying to me, what’s more you’re lying to yourself. I will give you two hours to be ready to roll out with the guard. Bring your daughter to the castle, she’ll be safe there.” King said. The words causing Val to release him as his arms dropped to his sides.

“Donavan didn’t tell you because he knew you weren’t ready to hear it. That’s how Incubuses work, they sense the person’s emotions and act accordingly. He would have told you when he felt you were ready. Now I have to go, my men are tailing Donavan but if I’m right. Someone else has been waiting for you to make the sort of blundering mistakes you have.” King concluded turning to leave.

“You don’t mean…?” Val whispered unable to believe the implication.

“Whatever entity stood in front of television cameras allowing you to see it. Yes, that creature. It most likely wanted to separate you and Donavan for the real threat to collect him without my intervention or yours. And you with your lies have made it that much fucking easier. I would suggest you try the honest approach going forward Mate,” King said and continued on. The door to the house opened and closed. A guttural sound of the motocycle engine came next. Val dropped to his knees, the full weight of all his situations and mistakes bringing him low.

Somewhere out there, a creature with his wife’s face knew about him. Somewhere out there Donavan was being lured to a trap. What was he going to do?

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Session Eight - Erano

Last session, after cutting a swathe through the castle guards, Gyder came unexpectedly face to face with Erano - the man who killed her husband.

Needless to say, this proves to be an emotional event for Gyder.  She demands answers, but he responds only with an infuriating smirk and some cryptic insinuations about the many other faces he’s worn.

She responds with her best conversational motivator - a couple of sturdy blows with her greataxe.  While it hits true both time, Erano seems to shrug off most of the damage.

As this plays out, a few other minor skirmishes take place elsewhere in the castle.  Freginald finally knocks out the priest blocking his passage from the Arena, and follows up with a powerful blow to the cell guard, knocking him down too.

The way now clear, X and Julius rush through to the Arena to assist Kadis and Talion.  X springs up to the balcony using her magical boots, while Julius deploys his uncanny shapeshifting ability to become a giant spider, crawling up the stone walls.

Kadis deploys his staff. knocking down the king’s guard that had been assailing him, before being brought back to full health by X’s Sune-graced touch.  Talion skewers the other remaining king’s guard through the shoulder, before splitting into a multitude of confusing mirror images.  Whilst the guard is distracted, Kadis whacks him firmly across the back of the head, putting him down.

Outside the Arena area, Oddsock conjures up another one of his plans.  Having heard Gyder’s conversation from upstairs, he dashes to her side and presents his Ball of Compulsive Throwing to Erano, before rushing back to the furniture golem.

Erano, unable to resist the allure of the Ball, undergoes another transformation.  His body shifts again, becoming more lithe; his hair recedes and is replaces by a pair of huge, curling horns; his skin deepens into a rich, blood red; and finally, a pair of leathery wings sprout from his back to bear him away.

Gyder takes a swing at this new creature, again hitting squarely but doing little damage.  As the creature descends the stairs, it is set upon by the golem, and is pinned down by a hefty dining chair on its shoulders, and a footstool on its legs.

The beast struggles and curses, so Oddsock plants himself firmly on its face while he waits for Gyder to come and ask her questions.  She descends the stairs and confronts the creature, though its responses are somewhat muffled.

Oddsock shuffles back onto the dining chair and fixes his huge, soft brown eyes upon the creature.  Between his charm and Gyder’s threats, the thing that was formerly the Advisor, and latterly Erano, agrees to provide answers.

It is a concubus - similar to an Incubus or a Succubus, but at neither end of the gender binary.  Back when Gyder was still a soldier, her troop passed through its hunting grounds, and it seduced and replaced one of them.  That one was not the target.

It had set its sights on Gyder’s husband, Vali, but he had rejected its advances and deflected its attempts at charm.  Infuriated, it killed him.  When Gyder happened upon them, it presented her with a new face and a name to haunt her, by way of a petty revenge for denying it of its quarry.

It fled into the darkness, only its yellow cloak visible as it did so.  Gyder hunted for Erano ever since, unaware that it was merely a mask worn by something entirely else.

Gyder is distraught at this news - that her husband was killed in a moment of jealousy - and lashes out with her axe, cutting deep into the creature’s flesh.  It just laughs at her, however, and with its remaining strength, casts off the weight of the furniture golem.

Spreading its wings, it moves to flee again, but X appears at the top of the stairs.  Once again channelling the power of Sune through the red braid in the middle of her forehead, X released a silvery bolt from the fingers.  It strikes the concubus hard in its back, and, with a final shriek, it disappears, leaving nothing but a yellow cloak.

Gyder slumps to her knees and begins to sob.  X rests a hand upon her shoulder, which Gyder covers with her own.  They rest for a moment, silently.

As Talion, Kadis and a friendly spider descend the stairs, the group is joined by Freginald and a familiar guard - Dandy Bianco.  Dandy reflects on the carnage before him with a sanguine attitude, accepting that the team had no other option under the circumstances.  He mere asks - and is granted - passage to leave with his horse Melonballs.

As he goes, he expresses his intent to buy Kadis a drink one day, having been somewhat charmed by him before being rendered unconscious.  Kadis begins to speak, then thinks better of it.

Talion spots the decapitated body of King Lord upon the floor, and takes this opportunity to relieve it of its finery.  He places the crown upon his head at a jaunty angle before sitting down and playing a Song of Rest to the group, to help ease their troubled minds.

After he has finished, Kadis presents the lantern from the balcony to the group.  It is still thrumming after its contact with the stone floor, and is clearly magical in nature, its gem-like body glowing softly.

Oddsock pushes his nose against it, but succeeds only in making it slightly moist.  When Talion touches it, though, he

Smells the sharp fragrance of sea spray

Feels thick, gritty sand beneath his feet

Hears nearby thunder, and a song he never thought he’d near again

Reflecting for a moment, he takes the lantern and stuffs it into his pack.

Continuing his run of kleptomania, he makes a grab for the concubus’ cloak, but is frozen by a dire look from Gyder.  She picks up the cloak and cuts a strip from it.  The material is thick and unyielding, but she removes a long piece, which she ties around her axe before throwing the rest to Talion.

Julius drops back into his natural form and scouts through the rest of the building.  He discovers a few well-worn weapons and pieces of sexy armour, a heavily bloodied deck of cards, and a small cache of dried meat and fish.  He takes only the food, and then checks upstairs.

Oddly, he finds a door on the far side of the balcony that leads into empty space - just a 40 foot drop to the forest below.  Freginald explains that this is only part of the whole castle, which is why there was no exterior gate.  He is, it transpires, a prince, though he never felt a connection to royal life.

A few weeks prior, part of the castle was transplanted from its usual location, along with Freginald, the Advisor, a few guards and a scruffy individual he’d never seen before.  The concubus used its allure to bring the guards into a revolt, imprisoning Freginald and installing the new King - though the Advisor was the true power.

Now both are gone, Freginald is keen to move away and start a simpler life.  He’s also interested in getting to know Talion better, outside of the Arena, which Talion does not seem against.

Leaving the castle, the group finds Zeriah and Em outside waiting.  Em is one again in a different form - this time with pale skin and long, flowing red hair.  She is the very image of the goddess Sune, which does not go unnoticed by X, who stares at her as her cheeks become a deeper green.

Zeriah offers to help the team return to town, since he would like to see the place that his new friends have been calling home.  Before he can even finish speaking, Oddsock has splayed out across Em’s couch and dozed off.

Gyder mounts the cycle end of the wagon again, and X and Kadis sit behind her.  The team find a couple of the guards’ horses and ride them, with Julius behind Freginald and Talion riding splendidly on his own, his new cloak dancing upon the breeze.

As they ride away, the mimic golem collapses back into its constituent parts and scurries off through the forest back to the former Mortesque mansion.  Zeriah spots Talion’s cloak, and informs him that it is made of mimic hide, and can change colour upon the wearer’s will.  Talion, afraid of upsetting Em, goes to remove it, but Zeriah persuades him not to, as it would be better to honour the creature’s skin by continuing to wear it, rather than to dispose of it.  Em nods her agreement, and the group rides on.

It is deep into nighttime when the riders return to Dogwood, and the town is near pitch black.  The group are naturally concerned that the town will not react well to a half-couch woman arriving suddenly, but Em has a remedy for that.

The couch falls into two - after Julius has lifted a sleeping Oddsock from it - and part of it forms into a woman’s legs.  A dress descents from her shoulders, and with a swipe of her hands she creates a scarf across her mouthless face.  The rear of the couch becomes a suitcase, and the illusion is complete.

Gyder and X go to bed down in their usual spot, while the rest of the group enters the Jaunty Skinner, and Freginald drops a fistful of mixed coins upon the bar to cover a round of ales for everyone.  Tiatha gladly complies, and relates to the group the odd encounter she had with a pile of raccoons who wanted to run the Chamber of Commerce.  Oddsock, suddenly awake, wants to know more, but she just smiles enigmatically and tell him he can find out for himself in the morning.

Inspired by the vision from the lantern, Talion brings out his lyre and serenades the drinkers with his signature song - The Ballad of Araniel, a stirring composition about the last of the song dragons.  Unlike his more recent performances, this one flows from him with ease, bringing the inn to an awed silence, followed by rapturous applause.

Barty rustles up some hearty food for everyone, with the meat and fish that Julius acquired, before everyone retires to bed.  Julius snuggles up by the main hearth with Oddsock and Rupert the fey weasel, while Zeriah sleeps on the couch (provided by Em) in Kadis’ room.  Talion bunks with Freginald, though a veil is drawn over whatever takes place in there.

Sleep comes easy to the party, though Kadis has his usual nightmare.  At first, he sees the face of Zeriah in the murk, but then all is tentacles.  The compass face has changed again, and the only lights are in the east, and a larger one in the centre.

Upon waking, Talion again hears the voice - “just one more”.  Freginald turns over quizzically from where he was being spooned, and the veil drops once more.

Julius is first to leave the inn, and leads Zeriah and humanoid Em to the shop.  In the dawn light, it is clear what Tiatha was alluding to last night.

Two shops now stand, both with signs over their entrances.  The newer of the two reads ‘Jackie & Clutchstraw: Potions & Artifices’, whilst the older building is “Dogwood Trading Post”.  Beneath the latter sign is a familiar sturdy stick, once side planed flat, and written upon it is ‘Presented By Oddsock’.

Inside the trading post, instead of the Dwarf Grum Swabspud, they are enthusiastically greeted by Jackie Face.  As he explains, Tiatha decided that the town did not need a Chamber of Commerce just yet, but someone with chutzpah and dedication could help get them ready for the wider world. And so, this Jackie has taken over from the traumatised Grum, who relished the opportunity to flee south to an easier life on the farm.

Julius makes the necessary introductions and disappears into the shelves to search for books.  He finds a couple of slim volumes - one on medicinal herbs, and one on sea shanties.

Whilst shopping, Julius reflects on his new knowledge, his experiences as both a wolf and a spider, and the strain this puts on his magic.  He feels a newfound understanding of the druidic craft, and a need to know more.  He fetches up the herb book for himself, and the shanties for his friend the bard.

He agrees a very reasonable price with Jackie face, who has also made an agreement with Zeriah to supply the town with eggs.

As they leave the shop, they are confronted by X, who is holding a bunch of wildflowers.  She goes to say something, and stops, then to say something else, and stops again.  She then thrusts the flowers into Em’s hands and runs away.

Oddsock emerges from the inn next, but is halted by a squeaking from his pack before he can venture forth.  Finding a sunbeam to rest in, he brings out Tim the stuffed dragon and settles in for a gnaw.

The world drops away from view and Oddsock’s patron emerges from the darkness.  Once again, he is very pleased with the hound’s progress, and with a gentle boop, he gifts his charge with additional power.

With business concluded, the patron asks how the new beer was received.  Oddsock confirms that Elvish people proved very keen on its golden fruitiness, as expected.  They decide to market it as Elvish Juice.

The patron then presents Oddsock with another four pack of ale.  This one is stronger and hoppier, and designed to quench the thirsts of hard workers.  Oddsock agrees to conduct more market research.

The world swims back into view, and Oddsock goes to see the Jackies in their new potion shop.  He is greeted at the front by Aberron, behind a wooden counter.  Half of the shop is filled with odd and sods of bits of metal and wood, and half finished projects.

Over on the other side, a still has been constructed, and four industrious raccoons busy themselves around it.  They greet Oddsock with a harmonised “wotcha!”, and the rotund Jackie Bottom fills him in on the situation.

After Jackie Face agreed to take over the trading post, he made sure his brothers were set up to pursue their alchemy.  Aberron, having just awoken from a nap following a marathon session of working, agreed to build them a still, and has since been amazed by their ability to work it.

Oddsock congratulates them on their newly acquired premises, and offers them one of his new beers.  They sample it and, though they appreciate the craftmanship, it does not appeal to them.  They save a little for Face to try, and bid a synchronised farewell to their pal.

Talion leaves the inn next, intending to apologise to the priest Eno Graysect for the punch to the face he provided the previous day.  He passes the two horses they rode into town on, and a third horse with enormous testicles.

On the way, Talion also begins to feel a greater welling of power.  The song he performed, and the one he heard in his vision, fill his mind, unlocking the door to more potent bardic arts.

Eno is not especially keen to speak to Talion, and ensures that he remains several feet away.  This is fine, until a certain dog implants a message into his mind, encouraging the bard to suck his finger and put it in the priest’s ear.  Eno responds badly to his attempt and shoos the Half-Elf away, before locking himself into the chapel and returning to his cake.

Kadis remains at the inn and meditates.  He too is feeling more powerful, having tested his fighting skills thoroughly and creatively in the Arena.  Woe betide the next fool who finds themselves in the way of his apples.

After all that had happened to them recently, they deserved a nice rest.  It’d be a shame to spoil that.

See you next session.

[sidesandsanders]

Vampire AU For No Goddamn Reason At All

Nobody asked for it but here it is. Basically all of our boys are vampires and they live in a castle in the modern age. This species of vamp has retractable fangs, and their eyes glow under moments of extreme emotion, hunger, or strenuous use of their powers.

Logan: The Vampire Lord

- The oldest of the bunch, as in “he was a teenager when the bubonic plague was still a threat” old. Turned all of the other members of House Sanders. He keeps track of finances, utilities, making sure the public suspects nothing, practical stuff like that. He makes a living primarily online.

- Roman convinced him that any respectable Master Vampire must have a fancy and intimidating space to occupy, so Logan’s office has a throne instead of a desk chair, and an ornate but practical desk.

- He’s got a huge personal library in the castle. I’m talking mint-condition first editions of books that went out of print decades ago. He has a signed copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, as well as countless psychology, biology, and medical textbooks.

- His powers include mind manipulation, but nobody is sure if he has more that he’s hiding.

- His eyes glow a dark indigo blue with flecks of silver when he’s hungry.

- He has three sets of fangs, his top and bottom canines, as well as a smaller set located directly behind the top canine fangs.

Roman: The Victorian Prince

- Turned in the age of grand ballroom parties and red wine, and refuses to give that lifestyle up. Don’t get me wrong, he accepts and adores modern technology and ideas, but he also adores the aesthetics and poetic romanticism of his original era.

- Pretty much every piece of furniture he owns is velvet. Velvet canopy curtains on his bed, velvet upholstery on every single couch, chair, and chaise lounge in his room. Silk sheets though, a prince must have standards after all!

- He throws lavish romanticism era styled parties, and has a habit of inviting everyone he knows the name of. He loves to show off, and having parties in the castle’s ballroom is the most fun way to do so. He has a pet deahhound named Juliet, who looks like an oversized, all black husky dog. She is the (second) star of the show at his parties.

- He can enthrall people, and while he doesn’t do it to strangers, but he has been known to use his powers to make his partners enjoy being bitten. There is a running joke in the family to compare him to an incubus.

- When he’s hungry, his irises glow red, but his pupils turn shiny gold.

- He has the standard top only canine fangs, perfectly white and sharp.

Patton: The Wayward Nurse

- He met Logan during the witch trials. As a medic with a green thumb, he got mistaken for a witch. Logan offered him a place in the castle, and Patton accepted. He grows herbs and flowers, along with a tiny grove of fruit trees, on the castle grounds. There are coconuts growing in his greenhouse year-round, since coconut milk is a half-decent blood substitute and he’d rather his family not hurt anyone.

- Some of the money coming into the household is from him selling herbal remedies, tea mixes, and foodstuffs to the locals. He has been known to give discounts if you bring your dog with you, and he always tries to pet them, even if they don’t exactly take well to his otherworldly aura.

- He practically lives in the garden and greenhouse, but he also has a very pastel and out-of-place seeming room in the castle. Every single item in that room is designed for maximum comfort and maximum coziness. If it is not fluffy, he’s not interested.

- He can heal other vampires in his bloodline, but not outsiders or humans.

- His eyes gloss over and turn silvery-blue all over when he’s hungry. They don’t glow but they are crazy reflective.

- Despite having the smallest fangs of the bunch, just a pair of extra sharp canines, he puts the most effort into hiding them.

Virgil: The Runaway

- The youngest resident of House Sanders, he was turned in the mid 2000’s after running away from home, and is still adjusting to immortal life. He uses his powers, various gadgets, and anything else he can get his hands on to keep outsiders away from the castle. He’s security, basically.

- Despite being the newest to the world of the fallen, he’s the one who most throws himself into the vampire lifestyle. While Roman emulates the classic victorian vampire aesthetic, Virgil is 100% living the vamp life. He got ahold of a coffin the size of a king bed, one made for couples who want to be buried together. He replaced the lining with a mattress and bedding and that’s where he sleeps now. He also spends a ridiculous amount of time in and around graveyards.

- He’s also has a bunch of “creepy” pets. Two bats named Ebony and Gerard, a pink-toed tarantula named Malice, and an orange and black speckled newt named Calcifer.

- On the opposite end of the spectrum to Roman, Virgil’s powers give him the ability to make people fear him. Very useful for getting people to leave him (and the rest of the castle) alone.

- His eyes glow deep purple when he’s hungry, and they have a subtle bioluminescence even when he’s not.

- He has defined fangs on his top and bottom canines.

Deceit: The Outcast

- An animal hybrid vampire, a snake, naturally. The second oldest, he was cast out by his birth family when he was a preteen, once his parents saw the scales growing in. He keeps to himself for the most part, occasionally taking part in Roman’s parties, if only to amuse himself by confusing the guests. Logan has made it clear to the other residents that he is staying in the castle, and is to be treated as equal.

- Every time someone outside the family asks his name or story, they get a different answer. The baker was told his name was Riley and he was Logan’s cousin. The florist was told his name was Dimitri, and he was Roman’s handmaiden. The head priest was told that his name was Damien, and he had come to corrupt the souls of the townsfolk.

- Absolutely fascinated by stories in all forms. He didn’t learn to read until much later in life, and he witnessed the birth of movies and video as art mediums, so he has a certain appreciation for all forms of storytelling. Live theatre has a special place in his heart though, as it was the first form of storytelling he ever experienced.

- He possesses the unique ability to transform himself entirely into a snake, as well as a mild form of hypnotic ability.

- When he’s hungry, his left eye glows a striking neon yellow, while his right eye turns into a hollow black void.

- His fangs mimic those of a viper. Long, needle-like points trailing out from behind his canines.

Remus: The Disgraced Duke

- Turned shortly after Patton. Was tossed out of the royal family of a small country because the people could not handle the idea of him being in any position of power, so for his parents it was either toss him out with the bathwater or risk a revolution. He just sort of...wandered around until he got to the castle, and nobody could figure out how to get him to leave, so now he’s just there.

- He spends most of his time pestering the other members of the home, pigging out on everything in the kitchen, trying his best to hook up with Roman’s poor unsuspecting party guests, or playing pranks on random townsfolk. He’s responsible for the local legend about a mutant octopus in the sewer. It’s just him flapping his tentacle arms about.

- He has a pet, but it’s not technically domesticated. He caught a strange little octopus/squid/crustacean creature a long time ago, and it’s miraculously not dead yet! (Patton turned it in secret, he was scared of what Remus would do if it died and he got sad). It’s name is Hentai.

- His powers are the ability to manifest tentacles, and cause humans to hallucinate, but the latter requires a lot of concentration and effort so he tends to use other methods to freak people out.

- His eyes glow and shift between a sickly swamp green and a fluorescent lime green, both colors shot through with flecks of black.

- His fangs are jarring, an entire set of sharp teeth that slide out over his “normal” teeth. He looks like a shark. They fall out and grow back pretty regularly.

[dragestilwrites]

Your Wildest Dreams

*Rated E - 18+ Only!* 3300~ words McHanzo

Tags: Demon sex, Incubus Hanzo

Jesse McCree is in a bit over his head when he accidentally summons an incubus, but he certainly isn't complaining.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” they said.

“You’re going to regret this,” they warned.

But Jesse had never been one for being told what to do, especially once his interest had been piqued. It had started simply enough. After classes one rainy Monday he found himself lingering in the library to avoid getting drenched on his jog to his car. There was an informal lecture going on in the main lobby, so he headed downstairs to the specialty section with niche materials. He spotted a section labelled “occult” and couldn’t help himself.

It grew from browsing the collection at the library to checking out books about witchcraft and magic. He had never been much for religion, but the occult had always been taboo. Now he had sudden access to forbidden knowledge laid right at his fingertips. When he wasn’t in class, at work, or doing homework, he was reading up on all things witchcraft. He had never imagined, though, that it would land him here.

His first spells were minor. He hadn’t even known if they would work. He grew a flower from a seed. He started a fire without a spark. He didn’t even consider looking at the sections in spell books for summonings. Magic was still only barely real. He had, of course, always wanted superpowers as a child, but he never would have imagined being able to do actual spells. But he took to witchcraft like a fish to swimming.

Now he was knee-deep in a summoning that was well beyond his expectations. But his preparations for the spell had been impeccable. He had made sure every word of the instructions was followed perfectly. If only he had taken the time to read about what he was summoning. He hadn’t, though, and was currently staring into a dark, swirling vortex opening in the center of the summoning circle. He took deep breaths as he braced himself for whatever was about to emerge from the abyss, and silently swore he would read ahead next time.

He should’ve known something was amiss with how large the circle was instructed to be. He should’ve caught on when the instructions said to expect a smell like rotten eggs at the moment of the summoning. But he had been caught up in the allure of a major summoning. He had been wanting to do something bigger for a while, but it had taken time to find a major spell that he could actually pull off without too much extra work. He didn’t have the resources for many spells or the stomach for others. But this one didn’t need anything he didn’t already have and only asked for a bit of blood.

What he wouldn’t admit was the small jolt of adrenaline he got from the nick on his fingertip. What he would pointedly ignore was the heat rising in him as a shadowy aura began to rise like smoke from the circle. What he would deny repeatedly was the thrill he felt chasing this dangerous unknown. But there was no denying the shock he felt when the vortex closed.

In the middle of the circle was a towering figure. Its bowed head scraped the eight-foot ceiling in Jesse’s apartment living room. The face was wide and angular and two curved horns emerged from either side of its forehead. From the features, Jesse took the creature - entity to be male, but there was no mistaking him for human or animal. His skin was charcoal grey. He was broad shouldered and bare chested. His torso and legs reminded Jesse of a minotaur, though he had no fur. Behind his shoulders sprouted an immense pair of mottled grey, bat-like wings.. One hoofed foot scuffed against the floor before he let out a huff.

“Perhaps one day they will not always stare. Never mind, I know what form you’ll like now.”

The entity - demon , Jesse began to suspect - wrapped his wings around himself and for a moment was engulfed in a thick, dark mist. When the coiling vapour settled down to pool on the floor within the circle, the demon had entirely changed form. He was now almost entirely human. In this form, he was at least half a head shorter than Jesse, and his horns were smaller. But his skin was still dark grey, he was still well-built, and his eyes glowed white. He was wearing a crisp, white button-up shirt with slim, black pinstripe trousers and polished, leather dress shoes. He also had on a black pinstripe vest with royal blue panels along the sides and a matching, royal blue tie. As his wings dissipated and disappeared from behind him, he rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves and stepped toward the inner edge of the circle. 

“Interesting preferences. Perhaps there is a reason you have summoned me, though you seem confused - even now.”

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t know what I was summoning?” Jesse offered up with a sheepish smile.

“However foolish it would be if it were true, your expression is enough reason to believe. Shall I explain myself then?” He took a breath and allowed Jesse the chance to nod his head. “I am Hanzo, and I have been summoned into your service by this circle. I am a-”

“Demon! Ah, uh, a demon, right?” Jesse interjected rapidly, catching himself almost as quickly and rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

“That is one term used to name me, yes, though it is broad. A more specific term within your understanding would be incubus.”

“Do I have to, uh, trade you my - well my anything really? I wasn’t plannin’ on makin’ any deals with devils today. Just wanted to summon something… complicated.”

Hanzo let out a bark of laughter that crackled in Jesse’s bones like thunder. It was rare enough that someone summoned him without knowing what they were doing. It was almost unheard of that someone who did manage to accidentally summon him would be composed enough to make jokes when confronted with a literal demon.

“Your summoning was remarkably well done for someone with no intent. Your execution was flawless. When you added your blood to the circle, you bound me to you for a period of twenty-four hours. For any continued service beyond that time frame, a contract would need to be made. For now, however, I am at your disposal.”

“Service? Well shit I should at least buy you dinner first.”

“Dinner?” Hanzo asked, eyebrow cocking as Jesse pulled a phone from his pocket.

“What do you like on your pizza? Wait do you even eat?”

“Accidentally summons an incubus and then asks if that incubus likes pizza. You certainly are interesting, aren’t you? What should I call you?”

“Jesse - just Jesse is fine.”

“Well then, Jesse, do you have a table? Shall I set it?”

Jesse took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to get some sort of grip on the situation. He opened his eyes to glance down at his phone and check the time. At least it was still early enough to order delivery, and he didn’t have anywhere else to be. Perhaps, even, in the time it would take for the pizza to arrive, Jesse would be able to figure out what he was going to do with a literal demon in his living room. He ran a hand back through his hair as he glanced over at Hanzo.

“I don’t actually have a proper table, but you can help move the furniture back in here. I usually just sit on the couch and eat off the coffee table.”

“You don’t usually summon company for your meals?”

Jesse let out a huff. “I thought you were at my service. Doesn’t that mean you’re supposed to be nice to me or something?”

“Only if that’s what you are looking for,” Hanzo answered with a slow smile that made Jesse suddenly aware of how warm he was in his flannel button-up. 

Jesse pushed his sleeves up past his elbows as he tried to collect himself from this latest jolt. He wasn’t sure what he had expected to summon. Whatever it was though, an astonishingly attractive incubus wasn’t it. He hadn’t even gotten around to browsing the sections devoted to the denizens of Hell. That, he realised now, would explain why he hadn’t recognised the summoning sigil. At the same time, he wasn’t sure he would want to have stopped this from happening. All things considered, this was a good outcome. He not only did a major summoning but he temporarily bound a demon to himself. 

Was this what everyone was trying to warn him about? Watching as Hanzo effortlessly rearranged the furniture on his own, Jesse wasn’t sure he saw a downside in this arrangement. It was unexpected, sure, but hadn’t life gotten boring? Classes, work, homework, sleep, repeat. Magic had been the first thing to wake him up in ages. And this was magic that he hadn’t even begun to dream of. He blinked and swallowed when Hanzo glanced over and he realised that he had been staring.

“I am an incubus, you know. You don’t have to romance me. If you want to forgo the formalities for the fun, I won’t mind,” Hanzo said, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his vest as he sat down on the couch he had just moved. He watched as Jesse’s gaze flickered down toward his crotch and smiled when their eyes remet. He leaned forward a bit and reached out toward Jesse, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you put your phone down, forget the dinner, and let me give you what you hunger for?”

Jesse was halfway across the room before he realised it and he stopped himself to take a sharp breath. He blinked slowly as he exhaled and then returned his gaze to Hanzo’s. 

“I am going to get you dinner,” Jesse said purposefully, “but not right this minute.”

“Dessert and then dinner? More and more interesting, Jesse. I think we will both enjoy this,” Hanzo hummed as Jesse crossed the remaining distance between them. He reached forward and tugged Jesse down to straddle his lap. Jesse seemed surprised, his palms pressed against Hanzo’s chest almost as if to push him away. “Have you never had anyone handle you?”

“I wasn’t expecting-! I- You’re- I mean I did see you lift the couch by yourself but you’re still- I’m a tall guy and…”

“If it’s a matter of height-”

“No!” Jesse interjected, a bit more quickly than he intended and a lot more passionately. He began again, calmer, “No, this is- I didn’t expect it, but I figure you know what you’re doing here. You’ve gotten everything right so far.”

Hanzo caught Jesse’s chin in one hand and pulled him down for a breathless kiss. Jesse bent down hungrily into it and his hands slid up past Hanzo’s shoulders and neck to free his hair from its tie. Jesse’s fingers tangled themselves in the smooth, jet black locks. He felt Hanzo’s hand brush up against his chest and realised Hanzo was beginning to unbutton his shirt. Jesse felt his cheeks burning even as he leaned into the touch. He had to break the kiss though for a gasping inhale to fill his equally burning lungs. It felt like the whole world was spinning around him.

“Is this really happening?” Jesse blurted out before he could catch himself.

“If you want it to.”

“This is like a-”

“Fantasy? I feed on and embody the desires of the one I am bound to. I can give you everything you have ever dreamed of. I know what you want.”

“Could you tell me then, ‘cause this is - well this is somethin’ already and if there’s an explanation for why, I’d like to know so I can - y’know - have this happen again,” Jesse rambled, still a bit breathless, as he stared down into Hanzo’s bright gaze. 

“You have my service for 24 hours. We can go through your every fantasy. Even the things you keep hidden from everyone else. You cannot shock me, remember; I have seen far darker than anything you could share. But what you want most is to have someone take the lead, isn’t it? Out there, you’re so confident, aren’t you? You always know what you’re doing and you’re laughing through it all, right? But it’s tiring to always be so in control, don’t you think? And wouldn’t it be nice for a day, a night, a moment to just let it all go?”

“How do you know all that about me? I don’t even know all that about me!”

“Jesse, I am a demon you summoned from Hell driven by your soul’s deepest desires. If I can’t satisfy you, I’m afraid no one can. But you don’t need to worry about that. You are going to be quite satisfied.”

Jesse bit his lip. He stared at Hanzo. His hands slid down to rest against Hanzo’s chest. His pulse was racing. He was sure he must have looked a mess. He felt like he was in uncharted territory. He was in uncharted territory. But he had a choice, he realised, and more than that a chance. He nodded to himself as he brought himself back into the moment.

“If we’re gonna do this, we should be somewhere more comfortable. And-” Jesse caught himself before swallowing his hesitations, “and I wanna see more of... of what you have to offer.”

“Oh? What were you thinking, Jesse?”

“Aren’t you supposed to know all my desires or whatever?” Jesse said, too quick, too eager, fingers curling around the edge of Hanzo’s tie, running along his collarbone. He would have sworn he was on fire for the all-consuming heat of the moment.

“Have you considered that I might have desires? Perhaps I want to hear it in your words,” Hanzo replied steadily. His hands were moving though, slipping lower and brushing along Jesse’s sides. Jesse was drawing shuddering breaths and his eyes were wide. “Tell me what you want, Jesse, and I will make certain you never forget this night.”

“C’mon, Hanzo, you know what I want,” Jesse said, hoping his tone was just short of desperate.

“There is no need to feel self-conscious, Jesse. No one else ever needs to know. I am - as you must be aware - not from here. No one will hear of this unless you inform them.” Hanzo’s grip shifted lower still until he squeezed Jesse’s ass firmly. “So tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” Jesse gasped as he wrapped his arms around Hanzo’s neck and let go of his last attempts to show some sort of restraint. “If I summoned a demon, and he’s come all this way for me, I don’t wanna waste both our time. Besides, none of my friends can say they’ve slept with a demon.”

Hanzo smiled slowly, evidently satisfied. “You should hold on. You seem unaccustomed to being carried.”

Hanzo gave no other warning as he stood from the couch, Jesse in his arms. The entirety of existence was reduced to just this moment. The whole universe revolved around only them. Every breath was an eternity as two hungry souls sought the satisfaction only another body could provide. Every inch of Jesse’s skin was alight with each touch Hanzo gave him. Jesse felt like he was losing his mind, and he wasn’t entirely sure he cared.

Time seemed to spin in slow motion as Hanzo carried Jesse to the bedroom. The bed was soft when Jesse fell gracelessly to it. He scrambled to get out of his clothes and tossed them haphazardly toward the wall. He was all too grateful to see that Hanzo had equally bared himself as the demon climbed up the bed to push Jesse up against the headboard and pull him into a bruising kiss. Jesse gasped into the kiss as one of Hanzo’s hands slid between their bodies and calloused fingers brushed against his stiffening erection.

Everything was so much. Every sensation was like the very first - sharp and bright and igniting. Jesse wondered if he wouldn’t be entirely consumed by this inhuman passion and hunger. Everything blurred into one continuous, never-ending rush of pleasure surging to meet the ravenous, insatiable desire for more. In fleeting moments of tenuous grasping at sanity, Jesse tried to lock every moment into his memory.

It started on the bed - Hanzo carefully but quickly preparing him before sinking in so deep Jesse swore he saw stars. Then Jesse was bent over the bed, fingers clutching desperately at the bedding as Hanzo, fingers curled into Jesse’s messy hair, kept him from hiding his face in the mattress. And then Hanzo was more demon than man, and Jesse was pressed up against a wall, and Hanzo was fucking him hard enough that Jesse hoped the neighbours wouldn’t hear. And then Jesse was pushing Hanzo back into the living room, nudging him back until the demon was sitting on the couch. Jesse straddled Hanzo’s lap and let his hands wander the expanse of Hanzo’s broad chest and muscular shoulders as he ground himself down on Hanzo’s cock until he was unsure of where either of them began or ended.

Jesse wasn’t even sure how long it had been - or how many times he had cum - by the time he found himself lying bonelessly on top of Hanzo. Hanzo’s demon form dwarfed the bed they were on, and his arm was a comforting warmth far better than any blanket where it draped over Jesse’s torso. Jesse’s face was pressed into Hanzo’s chest and his arms stretched to hug Hanzo’s sides. Hanzo found himself carding thick fingers through Jesse’s hair and humming a low tune. Hanzo wondered briefly that this was perhaps the first time he had ever cuddled someone. It was certainly the first time he had in his true form. Was he slipping? Was he getting sentimental? And what if he was? Could he assuredly claim he cared? 

“You okay, Han?” Jesse mumbled, and Hanzo realised he must have abruptly stopped humming.

“You are unlike any human I have met before, Jesse.”

“I dunno, I thought it was common decency to ask the person you sleep with if they’re doing good afterwards.”

“I am not a person, you know…”

“Person, demon, does it matter? You gave me the time of my fuckin life. Least I can do is check in on ya.”

Hanzo carefully sat up, his demon form melting away even as he shifted Jesse from atop him to sitting on the bed. He tied his loose hair up as he stood and materialised a silky, black robe draped over his shoulders. He offered a hand to Jesse.

“Didn’t you say something about dinner? You must be starving,” Hanzo said.

“Should I get - uh - dressed or…?”

Hanzo shrugged his shoulders.

“There’s no need if you don’t wish to.”

“But you-”

“I have appearances to maintain. If I’m looking to be contracted, I need to offer the finest quality services..”

“To be contracted?” Jesse asked, incredulousness creeping into his voice and expression.

“You were not the only one more than satisfied with tonight,” Hanzo replied as he leaned in and brushed a few stray locks of hair back behind Jesse’s ear. “I might not even ask for your soul.”

Jesse felt the heat rising in his cheeks and he let out a chuckle as he finally accepted Hanzo’s hand and stood. He slipped away for a moment to pull on a pair of boxers from his clean laundry stack before returning to Hanzo’s side and interlacing their fingers. 

“I think it’s probably a bit late for pizza,” Jesse began, glancing at the clock on his nightstand, which read almost 2 in the morning, “but I make killer mac’n’cheese.”

“If you are even half as skilled with cooking as you are with complex summonings, I’m sure I will enjoy anything you make.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Han.”

“Oh I know, Jesse. I’m counting on it.”

[brighthappybird]

Swan Song

So I told @daddydemus “Hey, I need to warm up before doing this thing, can I write something?” and had a bunch of ideas. But guess what? It’s a full blown story now. But no one stopped me. 

Anyway onto the story of Swan Song. 

Summary: For a few centuries, the song of the demon of Devil’s Trill had been silent. Despite his musical prowess, he has not sung a single note unlike his sister who can tempt even the strongest willed demons or humans to do her bidding. He, himself, has not let out a single note. Until they came around and saw his true worth. 

For centuries, the song of the demon of Devil’s Trill had been silent. Despite his musical prowess, he has not sung a single note unlike his sister who could even tempt the strongest willed demons or humans to do her bidding, like the siren she is. He, himself, has not let out a single note. 

Not even a single peep. Hyacinth had since sealed away his singing since the incident that had left him the laughingstock of most of Devildom for a good few hundred years. After all, he had lost a bet to a mortal - that meant he could not claim a new pact that would eventually give him a bright shiny human soul, but not only that, he had lost his coveted golden violin for a decade. 

Lunaria had managed to get the violin back. Though it was through a trade, a blessing of fertile farmland for the rest of his descendants lives, in exchange for a hexed violin. 

Just the embarrassment that came with that, shut him up. It made the once divine demon lost his singing voice. Though that meant his instrument playing has gotten much much better, but it was not the same. Those demons that could remember centuries before, always made a comment on how he was the sweet canary of Devildom. That sweet singing voice almost like a mockingbird in the human world. 

“Why did you stop?” 

That was enough to jar the  demon from his thoughts, as his golden eyes stared at the film playing in front of the two of them. Odessa resting in their feminine form, able to rest against the Demon of Devil’s Trill without feeling confused, no, if anything this was endearing. The succubus/incubus had heard about the stories of what had happened all those centuries ago, but they felt like there was more to the story rather than embarrassment. 

“Why did I stop what?” Hyacinth asked ripping his golden eyes away from one of the human films that was playing on the television in his room. Granted, he had invited Odessa to this little party of theirs and he wanted to show off all the movies that he thought humans did great on making the music for them. Even going as far as humming along with the tune, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as singing. 

“Your singing. From what I heard from other demons, it was absolutely gorgeous and I’m a little jealous they heard it and I never did.” that compliment alone was enough to cause the demon to blush and look away from his partner with a bright blush. “....no reason....” he mumbled. 

“There has to be a reason. Why?” Odessa asked, showing that if Hyacinth truly did not want to answer, then they wouldn’t pester him anymore. Sitting up, they were able to see how bright Hyacinth looked. Those golden eyes of his seemed even brighter when set against that bright red blush of his. 

“....because it was what was expected of me.” Hyacinth sighed out, finally relenting as he shifted to where he had his head resting on the succubus/incubus’s lap. Slowly his eyes glazed over, in thought as his arms around the thin waist of their feminine form and nuzzled them, keeping mind to how his horns were showing. “With the blunder I did, it was expected of me to relinquish one of my abilities as payment for bringing shame to the name of Belial...so, I gave up my singing. I gave up my entire ability to sing, not out of embarrassment but if I hadn’t...” Odessa felt Hyacinth shake momentarily, the songs and voices from the films merely becoming background noise. This proud demon albeit chaotic demon allowing himself to be vulnerable to someone like them. “...just because my sister and I share the same blood, she would have had to give up one of her abilities - I never want her to lose her smile or her to be miserable, so I was alright with giving up my ability versus both of us weakening for my mistake.” 

Odessa was not well versed when it comes to Devildom politics, yet here the demon was, clinging to them. His arms encircling them a little more as he hid his face away. “But...that was centuries ago. Things have changed, right?” 

Hyacinth nodded. “It was centuries ago. I could probably freely sing once more, but...it’s been centuries.” They sat there in silence. Odessa’s hands gently running through that peach hair, feeling the soft tendrils pass through their hands. Deciding it was enough on questioning him, they preferred to just being there as their form of comfort. 

Little did they know, the mental cogs within Hyacinth’s wound and worked through each and every thought and scenario. The worst that could happen was their voice sounding hoarse, and the leadership beneath Lord Diavolo was more forgiving versus the previous king before he fell deep into slumber. 

Odessa closed their grey eyes from the world, letting their body slowly rest. Though their eyes shot open soon enough. 

A part of Odessa wondered if they had misheard that soft hum, before glancing down at the fallen royal, staring at him just beneath their hand. A few mumbled words before there was a known melody to what he was mumbling. 

If they listened close enough, there were words. Lyrics to a forgotten song. Albeit, a little sad, but it was enough to shock the succubus to go from their feminine form to their masculine form with that hand still gently raking through his hair. Just listening to those lyrics and listening to how a song that was pent up, seemed to flow from his mouth like water had their heart clenching within their chest. 

It was enough to prick little pearled tears at the corner of their grey eyes before that voice fell silent once more. A large hand running through Hyacinth’s hair before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Thank you, Hya. For trusting me.” 

[cherrycoveredpythia]

Extended thoughts on Brave the Tempest

2017’s Ride the Storm closed out the four-book arc that also included Hunt the Moon, Tempt the Stars, and Reap the Wind.  In these books, Cassie battled Ares and his minions while drawing closer to Pritkin and eventually hunting him through time and space. She learns more about her abilities while trying to save his life, and also becomes a reluctant power player in supernatural (and inter-dimensional) politics. Without her faithful companion by her side, she becomes more confident in her own powers and resourcefulness. Of course, she’s still Cassie, so all her discoveries and victories are slapdash and hard-won. But they are still victories. She’s a daughter of Chaos, give her a break.

Brave the Tempest focuses on Cassie’s political duties and her complicated feelings about being a leader and a “hero”. She’s now slain two gods (with help), but that doesn’t result in easy respect from the witches or the vampires. The witches see her as a tool of the Silver Circle, while the vampires see her as an extension of Mircea. They are all so wrong.

Cassie has to demonstrate her full strength to convince these factions to cooperate with her. It works, but nothing is ever simple. In the long run, who will love her and who will fear her? 

She’s becoming more like her mother every day.

Overall feelings

There are some amazing, joyful moments here. Please understand that I adore these books and characters, so I say this with love…

… but the book felt disjointed to me. We buzz back and forth from the witches to the vampires to the demons, and then go to Faerie and Victorian England. We get emotional scenes with Mircea, Pritkin, Marco, Rhea, and Rico. Augustine brings home a kidnapped fae. Tami needs to hire some staff but no one will take the job. Fred is a spy. Cassie is exhausted. I felt kind of exhausted too.

Important plotlines: Cassie’s growing pains with her powers, the political trouble with the witches and vampires, and the imminent invasion of Faerie. And then there was the timeline rupture. The rupture was terrifying and the fight with Jo in Victorian London was a full-on horror show. Cassie learned more about Pythian spells and then linked up her powers with Pritkin through the Lover’s Knot spell.  She’ll probably need these tools for the coming showdown. She and Pritkin are even more powerful together than they are apart. And they are both forces for good. But will everyone see them that way?

I think Karen is just laying out all the pieces for the next arc. It’s a little messy right now, but it will all fit together soon. I’m glad that Shatter the Earth is coming in December. If I had to wait another two years for the next book, I would be upset.

Favorite moments

Pritkin flirting and Cassie retaliating during S’mores night. Especially the marshmallow at the end. Goddamn.

The Dickening.

Everything related to Saffy and Vi, and seeing Saffy and Rhea becoming friends. I think she is a great influence on Rhea.

Pritkin and Cassie’s meeting with Adra. I high-key love Adra. He’s a really interesting foil for Caedmon, who leads their alliance with the “heavenly” planes. Caedmon is manic and charming, while Adra is pleasant and even-keeled. Except when he forgets to animate his glamourie. I reallllllly want to know what Adra looks like under there, but I figure he’s a Lovecraftian monster that would drive us insane.  

Adra shading Pritkin for never attending demon council meetings like other “heirs apparent.” 

Cassie nonchalantly offering to bring Adra to the vampire council.

Gertie nonchalantly easing Pritkin out of the room and shifting him to the depot.

Cassie borrowing Pritkin’s powers to suck the energy out of Jo.

Big events and revelations

Pritkin is not shy and neither is Cassie. I thought we would get some pussy-footing about their relationship, but we DID NOT. Pritkin came on strong and Cassie reciprocated. I wish I had a chance to read Siren’s Song first. They had some time to let the tension build and I *do* love a slow burn… torture me, baby!

Ancient Horrors! Children of Tiamat/Tethys! Pritkin is 1/16th divine! Kind of a watered-down Ancient Horror, if you will. Minus the tentacles.

Lover’s Knot

Fucking Jonathan

Invasion of Faerie needs to happen ASAP

Jo is more dangerous as a ghost because ghosts can absorb infinite power. (Can we turn Billy Joe into a super soldier???)

MIRCEA THE BOLD!

Cassie agreed to go find Elena because she’s afraid that Mircea will do it himself. And she doesn’t want to kill him.

Fred is a spy working for MARLOWE! And I guess his master power is camouflaging his aura.

Rico is from Napoli (this explains a lot, because I was confused when he said putanas instead of putane. Dialect!)

NEW PYTHIAN SPELLS: Shards and Chimera!

Young Agnes is a real bitch.  

The pros

I said this in a separate post, but I’ll say it here too. Cassie and Pritkin are back together and their relationship is so healthy and mutually supportive that it makes my heart ache. This is real #relationshipgoals. They are confidants and protectors and cheerleaders for each other. They don’t keep secrets or manipulate or gaslight. We need more of this sci-fi/fantasy and romance. There are too many dark, brooding male love interests who are borderline abusive. (Ahem, Mircea.)

MORE LGBT REPRESENTATION! 

The emergence of Mircea the Bold. I like Mircea as a character, but not as a love interest for Cassie. I’m happy to see him going through this transformation. He’s becoming more open and genuine. He’s not going to win Cassie’s affections, but I do think that he’s going to redeem himself in Dory’s eyes.

GERTIE IS BACK! And *not* as a roadblock. She’s a powerful woman who helps other women, and I am all. about. that. mood.

The cons

 TOO. MUCH. RECAP. Especially recap that broke up highly emotional moments. I don’t care if you are trying to explain things for new readers. Fuck ‘em. Anyone who buys a book, discovers it is part 1000 of an ongoing series, and tries to read it anyways… is a psychopath.

Too many plot-lines

 I miss Rosier.

We all knew that something was up with Fred, but I don’t think that his revelation as a spy got as much weight and screen-time as it deserved.

 I feel like the “wrap-up” with Jonathan felt rushed. He’s supposed to be terrifying but I’m like “meh, whatever, Jonathan, small fry compared to Apollo and Ares.” But I think she’ll get back to it in greater depth in the next book, so I can deal.

Can we PLEASE have some consistency about Agnes’s age? We see her as a teenager in late 19th-century London, for god’s sake. She must have been *at least* 130 years old when she died, and that’s being charitable. Previously, Cassie has said that Agnes was about 80. Lies. 

The questions

1.       My BIGGEST question. Cassie is changing. Not just maturing, but changing on a metaphysical level. The coldness, the hunger… I’m frightened for her. It’s not withdrawal from the Tears of Apollo and it’s not normal exhaustion. I have some theories.  

 Her divine side is becoming stronger and she’s beginning to require life energy in the same way that her human side needs food, water, and sleep. Why is this happening now? Maybe the Tears of Apollo are part of the equation, albeit indirectly. She’s been using more and more Pythian power thanks to the potion, and perhaps that has awakened her divine side more strongly. This is a little worrisome because she may have to feed on a regular basis to stay functional. Can she get all the energy she needs from incubus sex or from the Lover’s Knot? What are the moral considerations here? 

Less likely, but she might really be pregnant. I’m not a huge fan of this idea, but Rosier does mention in Reap the Wind or Ride the Storm that the incubus-child feeds on the life energy of the mother as it grows. That’s why his attempts at procreation failed until he impregnated Morgaine, who was part royal fae and part divine. If this is the case, Cassie might be having life-energy cravings instead of food cravings. Or maybe this is the divine/demon/fey version of morning sickness? Pritkin, please start using birth control.

2. What happened with Pritkin in Siren’s Song? Does Jonas know his true identity now?

3. So who is Pritkin’s divine great-great grandmother? Any speculation?

4. Cassie begins to wonder if any of the gods might be open to diplomacy. This must go somewhere. And it’s true, there are a number of gods in the pantheon who are traditionally friendlier towards humans than others. Athena is the first that comes to mind. There’s also the mythic trope of the Trickster/Fire-Bringer who helps humanity: Prometheus, Anansi, etc.  And there’s Loki, who doesn’t so much love humans as he loves to trouble the other gods.

MVPs

Ok, Cassie is the real MVP, as always. But barring her, I’m awarding this prize to the no-nonsense, sisterly duo of our hearts: Gertie and Hilde. They are officious and annoying, but that’s because they tell you what you don’t want to hear, and they are RIGHT. They are so right.

[fyrapartnersearch]

Plot Cravings!

Hello there! I go by Rainy, Rain, or Blue! I’m an +18 college gal with a part time job and some free time on her hands! I’m looking for a partner to build worlds with, weave characters, and create a story!

Here’s a little about me!

I write in 3rd person, past tense, paragraph format. Generally I write anywhere from 1-8 paragraphs but that’s depending on my partner! If you can only write 1-3 and that’s what your comfortable with? I’ll totally match you! I’m not very picky at all, all I ask is for okay grammar.

I live in Central time but I’m a bit of a night owl and I’m on A LOT honestly. I’m flexible with a bunch of time zones!

I like rapid responses but honestly I understand that everyone has a life. My main preference is someone who doesn’t mind a bit of OOC chatter but if that’s not your cup of tea I completely understand. Though I love to create pinboards, playlists, etc.

Smut! Yes I’m smut friendly and I do like some of it in my rp but for this reason I prefer my partners to be at least +18!! I don’t have many limits besides scat, vore, feet, pedophilia, beastility, etc.

I like my pairings to be M// or F// I’m honestly just burnt out on M/F but I can be convinced sometimes

I rp on email only! You can contact me at Suckerpop980@gmail.com

Okay now that’s all over! Onto the plots! Most of these are quite loose in all honestly so we can tweak and mess with them if need be!

In a sleepy little village, tucked away in the Blackwoods a beast roams. It was a legend at first, a tale to spin and frighten small children from wondering too deep into the forest. A half man, half wolf creature that stalked the night and took off with babes and livestock but now it seems that legend has come true. Sheep and cattle are found slaughtered, woodsmen who go in to claim the beasts head don’t come back out. It seems the village is ruined until one night, a girl/boy is taken. The senseless killings stop. The townsfolk fear but they never try to look for them, they simply praise God that the beast has been sated. In reality, a young werewolf with little self control had accidentally found themselves terrorizing the countryside. Guilty, they originally went into town to reveal themselves as the beast and repent but instead find themselves oddly captured by the girl/boy and steal them away on instinct. OPTIONAL: Paired with Omegaverse! I will play the Alpha if you prefer!

Far up north, a Duke with a terrible secret hides in his frostbitten palace. He’s infamous for slaying the werewolf that once terrorized his land but he now hides the fact he was bitten by the beast that very night he killed it. In order to kee it subdued, he poisons himself with wolfsbane to keep his little secret. He owes a favor to a family of royalty in the south and when they send their troublesome son up to be whipped into shape, the Duke finds himself oddly attracted to the other and so does the wolf. With each day, his secret risks being revealed. What happens when his feelings come to surface and so does the beast inside?

A kingdom of magic users fall on hard times. In order to save themselves, they strike a deal with the Devil. Literally. Marrying their only daughter/son to one of the princes/princesses of Hell in order to save themselves. Unfortunately though, this deal doesn’t settle with one of the heirs of Hell. Optional: Paired with Omegaverse! I will play the Alpha if you prefer!

A young King/Queen has come into power and struggles to uphold their nation after the shocking death of their parents. Unfortunately, there are those in their court who wish to take out the young monoarch and one member of royalty has just the plan to do so. They present the monarch with a consort, a gift to help ease the stresses of royal life. Unknown to the King/Queen is that the lover also doubles as their soon to be assassin. But as the two grow close and feelings begin to bloom, can the assassin finish the job? Warning: This plot could be very NSFW!!

When prowling along the edges of a village in disguise, an Incubus/Succubus accidentally finds themselves caught in a storm and is offered shelter by a man/woman at the edge of town. Thinking them to be a perfect target, they soon come to find that the man/woman somehow seems to be simply too pure to even understand the demons advances. The demon confused, decides to make it their personal mission to corrupt the human. No matter the cost. Warning: This plot is bound to be pretty NSFW!

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

CEO Troubles Series

AU! Marked by a demon

Summary: Back in the demon world, James the eldest demon was told to use his mark to find his soulmate, but he soon discovers that his mate is human and wants nothing to do with him. He is also in charge of a large toy company that was previously run by Mr. Anderson the warlock that brought his brothers to freedom. Now 1 year later, James took the position as Mika is now his VP. Will Kayla accept her fate or will she fight?

Word Count: 1373

Chapter 1

I worked for the largest toy company in the world, well at least in Chicago. I have been working here for a while and I have heard about Mr. Anderson’s death. I went to the funeral and gave my condolences to his niece, Mika Anderson. Ever since his death 1 year ago me and a bunch of my coworkers were in the boardroom, apparently, the Anderson toy company would have a new CEO.

That’s when Mika Anderson walked in and greeted us all, “Good morning, I am here to introduce the new CEO of the Anderson toy company. Everyone, please meet James Anderson. No relation to myself but he did know Mr. Anderson very well. A few words James?” She asked the man in question. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he walked to where the mic was. He was very tall and handsome in a black and white suit with a gold tie and black shoes. His black hair was groomed as his brown eyes were behind sexy glasses.

“Thank you, Mika,” he looked around the boardroom, “I know most of you are upset over Mr. Anderson’s death, and bringing in a total stranger to run a company must be unpleasant. Please trust that Mika is doing her very best throughout these changes. I hope to inspire the workers as well as create toys for children to enjoy. Meeting adjourned.”

Most of my friends went back to work but before I could turn around Mika went to the mic, “Kayla, could you please come forward.”

I made my way around the room as I was nearing James and Mika. I felt very small when I was standing right in front of James. Man is he tall I thought as Mika turned to him. I heard his wonderful voice sprang to my ears as he spoke,

“I heard that you worked with Mr. Anderson personally. Is that correct?” He peers down as we catch eyes.

“Yes, sir. I worked with Mika’s grandfather to create new designs for his toys and bring them down to the makers.”

“Interesting… Mika!” He turned to her, “Do you have any of her work from 6 months ago?” he questioned. “Yes. James I can bring it to your office.”

“Thank you,” James replied as he lifted up his glasses, “Kayla, you can procced to your regular duties.”

As I left the room, I could hear James and Mika talking about something, I shook my head as went back to work.

James POV

As soon as I saw Kayla leave, I turn to Mika, “How close were they when she would work on the toy designs?” I question Mika as we walk to my office.

“If you are implying something James you can knock it off, my grandfather hired her due to her excellent creative back round as well as designing toys. Why are you asking me to pull her file for you?” she asks me.

We reach my office as I pull her inside and close the doors, “I feel a strange connection to that girl. I want to know if she is the one, I am looking for.  I don’t need another human knowing about us since we caused damage when Diana showed up.”

I see Mika gently pushed herself away from me as she stands tall, “James I told you that was not your fault! Diana came to me first and she caused me no harm, well other than the school. You can relax I’m sure my grandfather would have told her nothing.”

“I need to make sure, I need to keep my brothers safe in this world and I need to protect my mate.” She started to walk away, “Please bring me the files and I would like to interview her in a couple of days.”

She walked out of my office as I sank down into the chair, Mr. Anderson’s chair. I turn the chair to the window to view his vast company. I look up towards the sky as I vowed to complete his dream alive. I needed to protect his company and everyone who works here as thanks for giving us a new life. I turn around when Mika comes back in with a pale face. I rush over to her as Kayla’s file drops to the floor paper scattered everywhere around the room. I see one in particular as she has a royal demon mark on her right arm.

“You are not going to like this…”

It’s been a couple of days since the introducing of the new CEO. I have been working on a new toy design that Mr. Anderson wanted me to finish. I was drawing a princess on my tablet when my co-worker Tony caught my attention.

“Yo! Kayla,” he points towards the stairs, “the CEO wants to see you in his office.”

I sigh as I save my file and make my way towards James office. I made my way to the top floor where the only door is his office. I knock on the door as I hear a come-on in. I open the door and I view the man in question. He looked tense as he motioned me to sit down on leather black chairs.

“Kayla,” he leans towards the desk as his elbows hit the surface, “I asked you to come here because I know that you and Mr. Anderson worked closely together. I asked Mika to pull your file and what she saw concerned me.”

“What are you talking about sir?” I asked.  

“This.” He pulls out my file as I see photos of the mark. It was a golden crown with demon symbols around a red heart in the middle. I laugh as he looks confused.

“Oh, it’s a tattoo I got. That’s why you wanted to see me.”

I stare at him as he called me in to ask about a tattoo how stupid but when James smirks at me as he starts to roll up his right sleeve and shows the same mark. My mouth hangs open as I look at him.

“So what? We have the same tattoo no big deal.” I mutter as I wanted to get back to work.  

“This mark you have is not a tattoo. This is my mark,” He points to my arm as he traces around the design. “I would give this to my mate. Back where I am from, we would mark them to protect them from others. When I was younger back in the demon world my father told me to use my mark. You don’t know how long I was waiting for you.”

“James-. No, you couldn’t have, demons like you need to have consent before you mark someone. Besides the fact, you don’t know me! Sure, you marked me, but I-I can’t be what you want. You are an incubus I can’t give you what you need.” I plead with the demon in front of me as he is now behind me, way too close for a boss and employee if you know what I mean.

“I knew what I was doing. I was in an arranged marriage before coming here. I sent my mark out to the first human who knew about Mr. Anderson and his true identity as he is the one who we have to thank.”

She turns to face me, “I wanted to learn about mythical creatures, but I never thought I would be marked by a demon!”

“Kayla,” I mention her name as she stiffens and turns to face me in my arms. “I have been waiting for you my whole life. We are made for each other.”

After I said that line, she kicked me in the leg as she makes a run for the door, she opens it and begins to run. I sigh as Mika comes in.

“I told you,” she snickers, “You can’t expect her to fall for you just because you marked her.”

“Shut up. She will be mine. I didn’t spend coming here for a new life if she can’t be in it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to attend a meeting.” I walk towards the door as I make my way towards the meeting.

[divincsin]

I only met her once, but I’d seen and heard of her all the time. There wasn’t anyone who worked in the palace that didn’t know about the King’s favorite, though few understood her presence. I was among them, although not many understood why I was in this position, either, so I couldn’t really speak much. To say the least, she did pique my curiosity.

I remember when I first saw her, I was taken aback. Those of us on the lower tiers, imps, succubi, incubi, and the like, we’re not used to seeing scars. Those of us who serve a purpose of some sort can expect to be patched up, if we weren’t already born or spawned with the ability to heal, and anyone else can only hope to be disposed of quickly and painlessly. We don’t “waste” resources here, after all. But there she was, walking about without a care in the world, as the crowd around her sneered at the thought of a “useless” imp being allowed among them.

Her right side had it the worst. Missing her eye, ear, hand, and a large section of her leg, as well. She had a prosthetic leg to get her about most days, though it clearly pained her, as the poorly made piece caused her to limp wherever she went. Even so, she seemed undeterred, offering everyone she met a confident smile, as the King himself eagerly welcomed her in to private chambers. 

I found myself wondering how someone so beloved by the royal family could be seen doing so poorly, though I’d heard from others that she was too proud to accept very many gifts. Despite the King’s wishes, she was known to pass them along to those she believed needed it more than she did, and could instead be seen always in tattered rags and always, always thin from lack of food. She never sought help, and whenever she visited, it was only ever to catch up with the King and his family, before she’d return to the slums to care for the next generation of imps.

When we did meet for the first time, it was late in the night. I’d been working such long hours, I’m sure the exhaustion could be seen on my face. She stopped me quite suddenly, standing in the middle of the path to my office, and asked me if I was “that fancy incubus everyone was talking about.” The next thing I knew, I was being dragged around the castle’s corridors, believing she had some task for me from the King directly. Only our journey ended right back in my private room, where she pushed me inside much to my confusion.

“Make history tomorrow,” she told me. “You won’t do your kind any good if you kill yourself now, would ya?” Then my door closed, and that was the last I’d seen Sawyer.

I know now that she had plans, and knew it would cause catastrophe to anyone who got in the way. Aside from the royal family, of all people she was making sure stayed out of the mix, she singled me out. Now every time I look at Shey, I think of this single moment, and I remember someone who managed to stand out among people who saw her as a waste.

I’m sorry, Sawyer. One day, I’ll let Shey remember you again.

From Aelis’ journal, page 58