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Chapter 5 I can't believe I've never written the Sex Pollen/Desire Demon thing before. So I'm doing it now!

After being bitten, Rook needed help- thankfully for her, Spite knew the cure.

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Prompt 3 out of 25: Bitten (Explicit)

The citizens of Hossberg wanted nothing more than to see their fields grow again, their once verdant land returned to its former glory and for their people to flourish and live well- and something sinister preyed upon their simple dreams. Antoine and Evka sent word asking for help as they couldn’t figure out what was happening to the villagers, too many going missing one by one, seemingly at random.

Rook thought it was worth a look into after all the help the couple had been during the whole “end of the world” thing and wherever Rook went, Lucanis was sure to follow. They made their way to Hossberg two days later after confirming with Emmrich if he had heard any whispers from his spirit friends. He confirmed something had been hunting the people down, ‘desperation a delicious delicacy for some demons to feast upon’.

Five days of tracking the withered corpses of the missing villagers led them to the Desire demon’s lair, the vile creature summoning Shades and Rage demons to fight on its behalf as it continued to drain its newest victims. When Rook and Lucanis cut through the fodder and attacked Desire, it focused its attacks to rattle Spite, talking to him as if he were kin, tempting him. He screamed, clutching at his head, ordering it to get out, to stop putting thoughts that weren’t his into his mind! He would not be tempted! The outburst shocked Lucanis’ so much that he did not notice a Shade behind him until it sank its claws into his abdomen, its nails piercing deep into his side.

Rook pulled out Solas’ dagger at the sound of Lucanis’ pained cries, not caring if it was overkill- she did not want to waste any time fighting when she could be healing him. A surge of her mana pumped into the dagger, the mage thrusting it into the demon’s gut to cut her from navel to neck, the dagger searing into its body like a hot knife through butter. Rook didn’t care about its screams or its garbled words as it writhed in agony behind her, too focused on how much blood was flowing out of Lucanis and how pale he had gotten- too fast, too much.

She tried to remember everything Emmrich taught her during their time together, about knowing where to look and what it should feel like with her magic- but all she could feel was the rapidly decreasing heart rate of the only man she had ever loved. Rook willed her hands to stop shaking and pressed them onto the wounds in his side, wincing at the feel of his blood on her hands. Carefully she pushed her magic into him, using the fine tendrils to see what her eyes could not. She examined his organs, grateful they were all still intact and where they were meant to be through sheer dumb luck alone. She thought back to the pages and pages of anatomy texts that she poured over, trying her best to recall how to knit muscles and tissue back together, not that she ever had the chance to practice before this.

Rook could feel his body work under her guidance, the torn pieces fusing back with each other, not perfectly- but well enough to start healing. He would survive until she got word out to Flynn to ride out and heal him or better yet, somehow get Emmrich himself there to properly attend to him. She poured two healing potions down his mouth, helping the unconscious man to swallow it down, smiling when the medicine slowly brought colour back to his cheeks, not a lot, but enough to look human and not like a marble statue.

She cried out in relief as he cracked his eyes open, rasping her name out in a worn whisper.

“… Rook? A-Are you…”

“Shh,” she soothed, running a hand over his chest, “I’m here. You need to rest.”

“… Need… leave. Not safe…”

“It’s alright Lucanis, the fight’s over. We just need to take a day or so to heal up some more and then we can get back to Flynn to look over you and fix anything I butchered.”

“N-no, Rook-” he started but failed to finish after promptly passing back out.

Rook sat back on her haunches and smiled, she was surprised he managed to regain consciousness at all, but he was warmer to the touch than he had been previously and that was a good thing… so long as he stayed infection free and rested, food and healing potions would be his best friend in the coming days on his road to recovery. She wiped at the sweat on her hairline with the back of her arm and let herself breathe; after they got home she was going to tell him that they were not taking any quests, contracts, favours or visitors for at least a month- maybe they could run away to the Lighthouse and just forget the rest of the world existed.

Pushing herself off the ground, she searched the area for anything that could be taken back to the families waiting for word in town, anything to help ease the victims’ passing and allow them to grieve properly. She could feel her exhaustion creep up on her after using too much mana and knew that she needed to rest, but a few more minutes looking around wouldn’t hurt. In theory.

Rook was so tired, she did not realise that the Desire demon’s corpse remained corporeal, long after its death. It hadn’t disappeared or turned into a pile of ash as they all tended to do after they were killed- perhaps if she wasn’t so focused on her task, she would have steered clear of it.

Rook bent down to pick up a necklace from Desire’s latest victim, hoping it would be enough to identify her and give peace to her loved ones- when a hand snatched her ankle and pulled her down, the side of her head knocking hard against the ground. A sharp pain shot through her leg, followed by a rush of fire through her veins. She tried to kick and wriggle out of the Demon’s grasp but it held on stronger the more she struggled.

“You… should have… left well enough… alone. Now, it is all yours,” it hissed, a large self-satisfied grin on its lips as the last of its life ebbed away, the once terrifyingly beautiful demon, turning a pallid grey as it fell into ash.

Rook screamed out loud as she gripped her leg, wanting to cut it off as the pain slowly ascended further up her body. She could barely think straight, but she knew that they were not safe out in the open; even without the implicit threat of darkspawn, there were still wild creatures and other demons lurking around the once blighted land.

Crying as she forced herself onto her feet, Rook pocketed the keepsakes and limped her way back to Lucanis. Ignoring her own pained sobs as she pulled both their packs onto her shoulders, she called upon her magic once more to carry her injured lover beside her. How she would fare over the next 5 days back to Antoine and Evka, she did not know, but she was going to try. ---

She did better than she thought she would. She walked- dragged herself around- for about half an hour before she thought she was going to pass out. Rook thanked the Maker that she recalled the area well enough to know that the cave where the Brona’s blooms first popped up was close and safe for them to sleep in- after she set up wards at the entrance at least.

Rook found a flat, soft patch of the flowers to carefully lower Lucanis onto and unceremoniously dropped their things beside him. She bit her bottom lip as she forced her way back to the entrance and eked out the last of her energy to ensure that nothing could pass by and think them an easy meal.

The moment the ward was up and she was reasonably assured it would not fall without her consciously releasing the spell, she let herself succumb to the beckoning darkness that called out to her. ---

White-hot pain jarred her from her slumber a few hours after, her entire body felt like it was boiling from the inside out. She cursed herself for forgetting to inspect and clean the wound properly before falling asleep, probably earning herself a fever due to her lack of diligence. Rook gasped out loud as she tried to stand, her joints so tight they ached and muscles so strained they quivered under any movement. Still, she had no choice, she needed to have something to eat, clean both of them up and change their clothes. Lucanis would not thank her for saving his life but leaving him caked in demon guts and blood as he slept.

She was still low on mana, but she had enough to summon water. Rook was thankful he was still out cold so he would not mind the chilly temperature, and she was so warm that she looked forward to its icy bite. Piece by piece, Rook removed his elaborate First Talon armour, the leathers so fitted to him it was like a second skin. The closer she came to seeing him disrobed, the heat within her started to fluctuate, from burning to the point of combustion. Her eyes skimmed over his body. Tanned skin littered with different scars over taut muscles, strong thighs and sure, deft hands. And his ever impressive coc-

Maker's breath. Why the hell was she staring at him like that when he was unconscious? How despicable could one get?

Rook shook her head vigorously to clear her thoughts, but all she could seem to focus on was how if she just threw her leg over his hips, she could grind herself against him to wake him up-

Lucanis was literally on death’s door not one day ago! Get a grip!

She busied herself by taking one of their washcloths and wiped him down, taking extra care around his newly healed wound, the flesh still red and raw. Unfortunately for her, she could not disregard the way his skin rose in gooseflesh as the cold water passed over him. All she wanted to do was bend down and take a peaked nipple into her mouth and run her tongue over it, to take it in between her teeth and give him a light bite- just enough to make his cock jump in excitement.

Warmth pooled in between her legs and Rook felt appalled at herself. She was meant to be cleaning him, not ogling him and thinking such inappropriate things as he recuperated from his serious injuries. After thoroughly admonishing herself and when she was happy that he was clean enough and wasn’t showing any symptoms of infection, she focused on looking after herself.

Rook divested herself of her armour and swiftly poured the cold water over her head, enjoying the way it slid over her body, the wintry air nipping at her playfully. Like a woman possessed she repeated the process, letting the water run down on her, doing her best to ignore the way it cupped at her sex, trickling over her in the most tantalising way. She wanted nothing more than to pour more magic into her lover to have him back in tip top shape so she could jump on him and have her way with him right there, amongst the blue tinged flowers. A sudden spasm erupted within her core and almost made her lose her footing. Rook couldn’t tell if it was a cramp or the fluttering of an orgasm, the sensation straddling the line between pleasure and pain.

Whatever was happening to her, it was only getting worse.

Rook put down a blanket for Lucanis, moving his prone form onto it. She dressed him in only his underwear and threw her blanket over him to keep him warm. She knew she had to clean and check his wound multiple times in the coming days and she did not have the energy to continue dressing and undressing him. Or the presence of mind to keep fighting off such perverse thoughts as he lay unconscious- if he were awake and able, she’d already have him inside of her the moment they stepped into the cave.

She threw on one of his clean shirts to cover her form even when she wanted nothing more than to remain naked, the material sticking to her already sweat-slicked skin. She wanted to take no chances in case there was the slightest possibility one of the Grey Wardens tracked them to the cave; the last thing they needed to see was her naked and lying spread eagle on the ground. Rook bit her lip as she shuffled her way back to reinforce the wards, deciding it would be best to stay near the entrance in case they fell in her state. If there was to be fighting, she wanted it well away from Lucanis.

After staying awake for nearly three hours without even an animal passing their cave, Rook decided the best thing she could do was to sleep off whatever illness she had, Lucanis needed her to keep it together for both their sakes and being near delirious would not be helpful to either of them. ---

The next time she woke up, she was looking into bright purple eyes about half an inch away from her face. Spite was hovering over her like a loyal pup sniffing at its fallen master, confusion and concern written upon Lucanis’ handsome features.

“Rook! You’re awake! You’re okay!” he grinned as her eyes opened. She tried to smile but even her cheeks hurt, the fever reaching full potency as she slept it seemed.

“You should let Lucanis rest, Spite. You may be bored without him to talk to but he was really badly wounded and he needs time to recover-” she tried to chide him, only to cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath. It felt like every muscle in her body had been pulled, each nerve ending firing at once.

Spite held her up, his hands around the tops of her arms squeezing her firmly, the simple act of being touched stopping the spasms in her upper body. Rook took a breath and tried to calm herself down. She just needed another bath and perhaps a potion or two and more sleep, she’d be fine to move on in a day and so would Lucanis.

“Not alright. You’re sick. Too hot, feel like Rage. Or Desire.”

She felt like... Desire?

Rook swallowed and looked into his ethereal purple eyes once again, in hopes that this was one of his weird jokes that no one understood, or simply a misunderstanding on her part.

“Desire did this,” he said, tightening his grip on her arms, Lucanis’ blunt nails pressing into her skin. “I warned him. Wasn’t safe for you. Needed to get out!” the demon growled, angry at his host. “You need help. Won’t survive like this, Rook.”

Rook shook her head and allowed herself to be held up by the strangely gentle Spite. Usually lively and boisterous, he treated her like porcelain, carefully picking her up. He ignored her exhausted attempts to swat him away, not listening to her protests that she could do it herself and sat her back down on the blanket she had put down for Lucanis.

“I can go and get help-”

“He is still injured, Spite. You can hurt him if you push his body too hard, he needs more time to rest,” she said as she conjured ice around her wrists and across the back of her neck, sighing with relief at their cooling touch. Rook knew she should be alarmed by how quickly the ice was melting on her, but she wasn’t going to risk anything happening to her favourite Crow for a damn fever her body could fight off.

“He will not be happy. Rook-”

“Hush, now do me a favour and take this potion for him. It will help him get better faster.”

“Rook!”

“I just need more rest, let me sleep and when I wake up, hopefully Lucanis will be up and we can leave- okay?” she asked, hoping to placate the demon. He was still frowning at her but knew that Rook was just as stubborn as Lucanis and without him to talk some sense into her, there would be no moving her. “I’ll even take a potion too okay, will that make you feel better, Spite?”

The purple glow of his eyes flashed, making Rook wince from the brightness. He stood up from his crouched position and growled something under his breath at her, his wings moving back and forth to fan her, his anger dampened by her happy sounds.

“Oh thank you, that feels wonderful. I’m just going to close my eyes for a little longer and you should too- then we’ll be on our way...” she yawned, sliding down the blanket and finding sleep mere minutes after closing her eyes. ---

“ROOK! ROOOK!”

She could hear herself grumble in pain, her fever spiking even higher than before. Emmrich’s voice resounded in her head, warning her that increased body temperature for a prolonged period of time was very dangerous and if she didn’t manage to lower it, and soon, she would die or she sustain irreparable damage to her body and mind.

“You wouldn’t wake up!” the demon cried, his fingers digging into her biceps as he continued to shake her. “Called and called you. Couldn’t find you, couldn’t hear you!” he howled, hands moving over her body to make sure she was there with him. “Like when you were trapped in regret and we could not reach you, but this time, you were here and you wouldn’t answer!”

“It’s... I’m... I’m here,” she uttered, her mind fuzzy from her heightened temperature. She willed more ice to gather upon her body, whimpering at the way the blocks seemed to sizzle against her skin.

“Listen. Listen Rook. You will not get better from this. This isn’t of your world. You are quickened, inflamed, burning. Desire is in you.”

“I’m... possessed?” Rook balked, unsure if she’d ever heard a case of anyone becoming an abomination because a bloody demon bit them. Spite shook his head, frustrated that she didn’t understand him.

“Desire calls upon desire. Money. Power. Greed. But you - you do not want. So Desire remains primal, it only wants for flesh.”

“...I’m becoming a cannibal?”

”Rook! Shut Up!” he snarled, pulling at her hair in irritation. Rook had meant to yell at him, to remind him that people do not like to be touched without their permission and to use his words, but instead, all that came out was a whine along with a tingle that rippled through her body. “Do you see?”

Rook did not see.

“Just as blind as Lucanis. Desire in your veins. Pure. Like lyrium. It sings. You must satisfy the desire or you die,” he spelled out for her, a vein ticking in Lucanis’ forehead. She continued to stare blankly at him. “Touch. Use up all the desire or you will burn. You must.”

That sobered her up a little. Spite never lied, it wasn’t really in his nature to do so and it was a very odd time to start. The way she was feeling was not like any other time she had been sick, perhaps the demon had a point? Maybe if she did touch herself- no that was ridiculous. She needed to get to a healer and quickly. Rook tried to stand up but found her legs were like jelly, even her arms were too sore and tired to be of any use.

“Spite... I... Can you-”

“I can help. Yes.”

“Thank you. Go to the town, find Antoine and Evka, the warden lovers? You remember them? Tell them I’m here and to get here as fast as possible.”

“You will be dead before I get there. I will not leave you.”

“You said you would help.”

“Help you now. Too weak to move, so Spite will move for you.”

It took her a full minute before she understood what he was implying and could feel herself flush. Whilst she never said it out loud, she could not deny she had fleeting thoughts about what it would be like to be with Spite. Another powerful throb in her core made her yelp and the demon closed the distance between them to check her over, slapping her on the forehead in what she assumed was a terrible mimicry of her checking Lucanis’ temperature.

“Too. Hot. Getting worse. Desire smells stronger than Rook.”

“... But his injuries-”

“He is strong Rook. I am strong. Do not worry.”

“Spite, Lucanis would not approve-”

“Lucanis would not want you dead. He has told me many times, never hurt Rook. Always save Rook. Rook comes first.”

Rook tried her best not to smile at her lover’s sweetness and the fact he worded it ‘Rook comes first’ could not have been any more ironic to her. Spite sat beside her, and hugged her awkwardly. She was about to tell him that he didn’t need to try to be romantic, that if he was helping her it was a service from purely a medical perspective and ...

Spite ran a light hand over the length of her back and her response was automatic, her body pushing itself into his palm as he moved down her body, desperate to follow. The heat in her body hummed at the meagre touch and her pain eased, if only a little. Rook nuzzled her face against his bare shoulder like a cat rubbing against its owner for more attention, mumbling more against her better judgement. Spite was right, she needed to do something about this.

“Spite...” she swallowed deeply, her embarrassment giving way to her need. “Just this once, please help me.”

Spite’s eyes pulsed brighter in response and smiled down at her.

“I will save you this time.”

Rook was about to ask him what he meant by that except her lips were sealed with his, a firm hard press of his mouth on hers. His proximity and the kiss was enough to take the bite out of the pain, but it did nothing to help with the ache it triggered in its wake. Tentatively, the demon moved his lips, remembering that Lucanis did not just sit still whenever he and Rook did their people things. He watched as Rook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, her pretty eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to enjoy the kiss. Spite’s hands rose to hold her face, excited to touch places that Lucanis said he wasn’t allowed to touch, but Rook said it was okay, asked for him to do it. Needed him.

Soft. Rook is soft here.

His kisses grew more confident, his lips and tongue more bold in their exploration, moving from her mouth to her jaw and down her neck. He found he liked the way she sounded when he placed open mouthed kisses on her pulse; the sharp intake of breath she would do whenever his teeth would rake across her skin and he really liked the deeper moan she made when he bit down on her shoulder, his hands still enjoying the way her body felt underneath his touch. Some bits firmer and stronger. Others soft and ample. So much for him to discover.

Rook was no longer able to shrug off the desire as a fever or simple inflammation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering his name to refocus his attention. The demon looked up, almost annoyed that his adventure across her body was interrupted. The mage pulled him closer and caught his mouth with her own, needing to feel his tongue against hers. Spite learned quickly that this new use of tongues was something very enjoyable and he held the back of Rook’s head to angle her better. He swirled his tongue around hers and grunted into her mouth, a shot of want coursing through him.

He broke away from her and smirked when she whined at the loss of him, her mouth jutting out in a small pout. He bit at her bottom lip, releasing it slowly as one of his hands found her breast, his palm dragging over the dusky nipple. Rook visibly shuddered as pleasure started to soothe her body. Spite repeated the motion, enamoured by the feel of the pebbled flesh against his hand and the effects it had on the woman in front of him. He allowed the length of his index finger to tease at it, then down his palm and back up and down each remaining finger, Rook had pressed her thighs together to ease the way her cunt throbbed at such simple ministrations. He tweaked at the nipple, pinching it almost too hard, but she could not help but moan for him.

Spite pulled off the thin shirt that separated her from him, finally skin to skin, Rook completely bare before him apart from the underwear she wore. He snaked his arms around Rook, sliding under her arms and cradling her from the middle of her back to arch her toward him, her chest thrust into his face.

Rook was too turned on to feel ashamed at the sound she made when his lips circled one peak and sucked at it. Spite’s mouth worked on one breast before turning his attention to the other, unsure of how long to spend on each as he tried to find out which one was his favourite, both too wondrous to choose between, he finally understood why Lucanis was so fascinated by them. He released her right breast with a loud pop from his mouth and started to flick his tongue against her nipple, up and down, left to right, fast circles, slow large circles- switching in random patterns, like a game to see what would get the best reaction from her.

She was certain she was losing her mind. Everything was heightened, every moment more intense because of the way the desire worked through her- he could have done almost anything to her and she could have found it enjoyable, her lust was dangerous. The Desire demon had no doubt wanted her to happen across other demons in the land, whether they took form as ill-natured people or spirits, it didn’t care. Desire just wanted to exact some sort of vengeance before it departed. Rook was just lucky she had at least one demon on her side. One demon who so happened to be just as talented with his tongue as the man whose body he inhabited. Where Lucanis was sensuous, passionate and controlled; Spite was lightning- unpredictable, excitable and a force of nature. She looked forward to finding out just how much the two overlapped with each other.

“Spite... I need more, please... I need you to touch me,” she begged, pulling his head back by grabbing him by his hair, the demon baring his teeth at her from the sting of it.

“Where? Show me,” he answered, his purple eyes scanning over her body as he laid her down, hands following down the curves of her waist and hips, appreciating the fullness under his fingertips. She started to push at the sides of her underwear to do her best to shimmy out of the soaked material, but Spite ripped the ties at either side and pulled the garment away from her roughly, the friction of the material rubbing against her delightfully that her walls clenched, frustrated at the emptiness she desperately needed filled.

“Here,” she sobbed, uncaring at how pathetic she sounded. Rook spread her legs and guided his hand in between, unsurprised at how wet she already was. Spite made a noise at the back of his throat she couldn’t quite place, but she watched him pull back his hand to marvel at his glistening fingers. The mage was close to begging him to just touch her when he shifted positions, dropping to his stomach and hooked an arm under each thigh to pry them further apart. She wanted to tell him to stop, that he didn’t have to do that when she was already so worked up- but the words died on her tongue the moment she felt his. Licking up one thigh and then the other, only to further tease her by not touching the one spot she needed his tongue to be.

Spite could not help but revel in the way Rook’s body moved under his whim, like a puzzle waiting to be solved but forever changing possible combinations. Fascinating. He wondered what she would taste like and not wanting to waste his chance, he firmly pressed his tongue flat against her entrance and drew a line with it until he reached her clit, his eyes focused on her as her entire back arched into the air. He hummed his approval as he explored every inch of her, finding he much preferred her over coffee. Why Lucanis was forever sipping on the hot liquid when he could have his head buried between her legs all day was beyond the demon. Spite began to wonder if Desire's power in Rook had affected him too somehow, as the more he did with her, the more he wanted. He had come from a place of concern, but as he continued to lave at her cunt he could no longer deny that his intentions had completely changed. He wanted this as much as she did, his curiosity finally being sated and exceeding all he ever expected.

Rook’s legs started to twitch as the demon continued with just the right pressure and timing for her pleasure to build. But it wasn’t enough. She needed just a little more. “Spite, m-more, please I need more!” she sighed shakily, her fingers twisting in the blanket beneath her. She could have sworn she felt him smirk as he made random patterns through her slick folds with his lips and tongue.

He did not need to be told twice. He had been with Lucanis enough times as the man feasted on her to know exactly what she needed. Spite gently ran his fingers along her slit to help wet them before slowly pushing one finger into her, pleased at how her body readily accepted him in. Rook’s hips pushed against his hand, some relief found at feeling something finally inside her- but it still wasn’t enough. Spite watched enraptured at the sight of his finger going in and out of Rook and the way it elicited excited tremors through her body. He added the second finger and she bucked, crying out unintelligible noises into the air, the cave echoing her sweet cries for him to hear, pride shooting straight to his cock.

“More!” she demanded, as she moved herself on his outstretched fingers, desperate to find release. His eyes watched the smooth movement of her hips on his hand and it stirred something deep within him. Seeing how soaked his fingers had become, Spite found himself eager to taste her again, tongue tracing the soft lines of her cunt before finding her clit once more.

Rook felt the tell-tale signs of her orgasm, her shoulders curling in and the way her body began to jerk under his, the demon holding down her stomach to keep her in place. She thrashed against him when his lips fixed around the swollen bud and sucked on it, the lewd sound of his mouth playing with her cunt mixed with his own gravelly groans was enough to push her over the edge. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she came, her thighs clamping around his head as her walls tightened around his fingers. Her body tensed as she rode out her orgasm, ripples of pleasure bringing tears to her eyes and a small, happy chuckle falling from her lips.

Spite grinned as reclaimed his hand from her, both fingers drenched in his new favourite flavour. He greedily sucked them clean, his eyes catching her watching him, biting her bottom lip. Still holding her gaze he gently ran his tongue along the seam of her thighs and back up to savour every last drop of her, pulling a needy whine from her throat. Perhaps he could convince Lucanis to let him help him from time to time whenever they were in the bedroom, if Rook didn’t mind. But with the way her toes curled and the way she screamed his name and not his host’s... maybe she wouldn’t be too adverse to the idea either. He chuckled as he felt the mage start to wriggle beneath him, pulling away from his mouth as her legs still trembled.

“N-no more!,” she cried out breathlessly, her hand weakly pushing the crown of his head away. “It’s too much... I- I can’t... oh, oh Maker,” she wept as he ignored her. It wasn’t just because he wanted to stay in between her legs for as long as he could, but he could still smell Desire in her. Slowly waning yes, but the moment he stopped, her temperature would rise again and she’d be right where she started. Spite worked his mouth and tongue over her like a starving man, spreading open as wide as she could go. He wanted to get lost in the feel, smell and taste of her, rubbing her clit with his nose and uncaring that her arousal was all over his face and dribbling down his neck. “Sp-Spite! I’m... I’m... I’m gonna-”

She was so close! Mere seconds from coming again and he stopped?!

The demon pulled away from her and looked up at Rook, her dazed look giving way to a scandalised expression. He appeared almost feral with his skin and lips glistening with her slick, the sight one of the most arousing things she had ever seen. She had the sudden urge to take his face in her hands and lick him clean and then plunge her tongue back in his mouth to see if he’d try to steal her taste right off her tongue. A strong pulse of lust hit her with a sharp wave of pain, reminding her that she was still not out of the woods yet.

“Again,” he simply said, leaving no room for her to argue with him, not that she wanted to. She nodded and Spite’s grin widened before he rushed forward to kiss her, teeth clinking together in his haste. Rook fell back onto the ground and threw her arms around his neck, her legs locking around his hips as she ground her core against the hard line of his cock, so rigid he was about to break free from his underwear. Spite groaned at the new sensation, bucking into her and eliciting a moan from them both, his mind racing- unsure what to do with the feelings inside of him.

Rook comes first, he heard Lucanis’ voice replay in his head. Yes, Rook first.

With the practised dexterity of the assassin he inhabited, he flipped them both over so Rook was straddling him with her arms braced at either side of his shoulders. She misunderstood his intentions and began to move her hips over him again, enjoying the delicious contact between them and the way Spite seemed to be as weak to the feel of her, as she was to both him and Lucanis.

“Turn around Rook,” he ordered, his hands lifting her hips away from his.

“But-”

“Turn. Around. Rook,” he repeated more firmly, exciting her more than she cared to admit. Hesitantly, she clambered over him until she faced the cave’s entrance once more, her wards still shimmering a light blue in the light. With a swift shuffle from beneath her, Spite had moved further down the blanket to realign his mouth directly under her cunt. She could feel his warm breath tickle the inside of her thighs and she thought she should be embarrassed but couldn’t find it within herself to care.

“Sit.”

Maker, he sounded like Taash giving him orders to behave.

Obediently she lowered herself onto his face, her anticipation of promised pleasure causing shivers throughout her body. It was not long before she was met with a warm, wet lick, the demon gifting her with a low breathy moan between her folds. Rook wanted to stay still, to let Spite do as he wanted with her but her body had other ideas. Gripping her own thighs to ground her, she rocked her hips back and forth along his mouth until he stuck out his tongue wide and flat against her- offering for her to take control. Her hands travelled along the planes of his body to change her angle, grinding against his tongue. Her pace increased as she chased her orgasm, getting lost in the bliss of it all. She didn’t know if she was getting better, if the heat that flowed through her was because of the pleasure from Spite or because of Desire’s work, but she didn’t care. She needed this, needed him, needed more.

Rook pushed down his smalls and wanted to cry at the sight of his cock, thick and perfect and so hard she felt her walls clench at the thought of him pushing inside of her. But that could wait. She imagined his heavy breathing fanning across her cunt as he was close to coming, his delectable noises in her ears as she sucked him off so well he’d forget his own name- yes, she needed that. Lowering herself further so her breasts pressed against him, she took his shaft in hand and gave it a couple of experimental strokes, shocking the demon between her thighs into lying still, mouth pausing his maddening movements.

She took the moment’s reprieve and licked the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. It tasted like Lucanis, familiar and heady, a physical reminder that her lover was still there with her providing both a comfort to her and level of excitement- almost like the three of them were there together taking part in it all. Spite’s strained rasps tickled against her sensitive skin, his fingers grasping at the outside of her thighs. Rook licked her lips and slowly took the head into her mouth, sucking at him like a piece of candy. Spite let out a strained cry, every muscle between his stomach to his toes not cooperating with him as a longing he had never acknowledged took over him.

With renewed vigour he dipped his tongue into her, marvelling once more at how her muscles naturally clamped around it, encouraging him to go deeper. She moaned on the tip of his cock, the deep vibrations of her throat making him jerk. Encouraged to take more of him in her mouth, Rook hollowed her cheeks to clamp around him, her tongue rolling against him had him almost seeing white. Spite circled her clit until her thighs began to shake again, his fingers pressed into the flesh of her ass. He could not control himself like he had wanted to, too excited by the woman on top of him to take his time.

Rook comes first.

He sucked and licked at her, his fingers rubbing at her swollen clit until she was rocking wantonly against his face again. It was apparent the demon in her lover’s skin was motivated solely by her pleasure and if she didn’t know any better, it almost felt like he wanted to devour her whole. And she was going to let him. Rook was being driven to distraction but her mouth never lost its hypnotic rhythm on him.

Rook took the last inches into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each bob of her head. She wasn’t going to come alone this time, she refused. She released him with a wet sound but continued to pump at his length with her hand tightly fisted around him.

“Come with me Spite,” she said huskily, doing her best to lift her hips away from his mouth. To his credit the demon parted from her to tell her ‘no’ before continuing to tongue at her sex. She shook her head at the petulant spirit and ran her tongue along the vein down his cock before taking his balls in her hand and gently caressed them- something she knew that her lover was particularly weak for. Rook was willing to wager that would be something they both had in common.

Spite relinquished his hold on her clit and released a long, guttural moan. Rook smirked as she took him back into her mouth, her hands busy massaging his shaft and playing with his balls, one finger teasing at the sensitive skin of his perineum. His cock throbbed in her mouth and she saw the way his balls tightened. He was close too, it was only his determination for her to come first that held him back.

Spite was going insane, a wonderful torture he had never experienced before. Was this what Lucanis felt each time he was Rook? He had so many questions for the Crow. The demon reached down between them, his mouth pressing into her as he hunched forward to cup her breasts. His fingers copied his tongue’s movements on her pert nipples, flicking his tongue in time with them. Rook could almost believe it was Lucanis playing with her breasts as Spite lapped at her cunt. The thought so erotic that she could not stop herself from coming even if she knew a spell to do so.

Rook cried and moaned around his cock, the vibrations from her throat almost pulling him over with her. Spite hugged her around her waist for leverage as he unashamedly fucked her mouth over and over again. He was not gentle or as considerate as Lucanis was, but Rook didn’t care, his roughness helped to soothe the ache in her. Spite could see how much his ruthless treatment of her excited her, her arousal starting to drip down her thigh once more- this woman, this human woman, was getting turned on by pleasuring a demon like him- needing him, wanting him.

His thrusts became erratic as he picked up speed, his breaths coming out in soft whines until the pressure in the pit of his stomach finally gave way to electricity, lighting and stars- just like one of Rook’s spells. He had never felt the amount of pleasure from anything physical or from the Fade, his world fading to static as he came down from his shattering high. Spite slowly came back to himself, the feeling coming back to his extremities. He could feel Rook swallow up the last of his cum, her tongue languidly licking at his tip to the point of over sensitivity to pay him back for what he did to her earlier. She did not, however, expect to feel blood course through it to become another damned erection so shortly after his own release. It seemed however, that Spite was not through with her yet.

Rook stood and spun around and sat on his thighs to face him, her hands taking turns at pumping up and down his shaft whilst watching the different expressions the demon made with her lover’s face. Even though they were the same features they used them so differently, it would be easy for her to tell who was who even without the glowing eyes or giant wings.

“Desire-”

“It’s still with me, yes,” she confirmed, the pain all but gone but the carnal need seemed inescapable. “Will you still help me?” she asked coquettishly as if she wasn’t already giving him a handjob.

“Yes. Always.”

Rook grinned and crawled over him, kissing him and wondering if he could taste Lucanis on her. She reached back between them and took him in her hand to draw him back and forth along her slit, teasing them both.

“Trying to kill me, or Lucanis?” the demon grinned up at her, his fingers running up and down the sides of her thighs as he waited for her to do something more.

Rook let out a huff of laughter, shaking her head. “Never. We are going to be with each other for a long, long time.”

“A deal? Another contract?” he asked, the breath squeezed out of his lungs as she slipped him into her. Rook sighed as she continued inching herself onto him, shallowly moving her hips back and forth to adjust to him and slowly taking more of him into her.

“No Spite… it’s a promise,” she sighed, as Spite moved his hands to her hips and helped push her all the way down to his base, both groaning at the sensation. The demon dared not move as the woman on top of him sat still, her eyes closed and breathing deeply. He had never felt anything so exquisite, the tight, wet vice around him was something he never knew he missed until he experienced it himself. He had not known what desire was until he met Rook, and through Lucanis, he learned what it was he felt. They felt.

Rook placed her hands on his chest to lean forward, rocking her hips against his at a tortuous pace, revelling in the feel of his length sliding in and out of her as she moved back and forth. She let her head fall back as she rode him and her nails dug into the fine muscles of his chest, Spite almost growling at her but not stopping her from clinging onto him as she needed. Rook could feel her next orgasm stirring within her and she shifted herself to let her bounce on his cock as fast as she could.

Spite took her hands in his and pulled her down to him, her body sliding along his, shivering when her nipples caressed his skin. He placed sloppy kisses along her jawline and ran his hands down her back until he reached her ass, smacking his palms against her rounded flesh. He bent his knees and dug his heels into the ground to steady him, tilting his pelvis back so only the tip of his cock remained inside her before snapping his hips back into her, Rook moaning louder with each thrust, mouth agape from her keening.

Rook clawed at his biceps and as he continued to pound into her, her vision doubling as she fell over the precipice once again, crying out to the Maker as her walls quaked around him. She could feel her body melt against him, not an ounce of tension in her muscles as a wonderful satisfaction washed over her. Pressing kisses at Spite’s temple she did not question when he pulled out of her and moved from underneath her, too tired and euphoric from the thorough fucking she received. She lay on her stomach not realising that they had moved so much their blankets were pushed far away from them. Rook relished in the cool earth beneath her, the blue flowers Spite had lain on crushed, but their perfume clean and crisp in the air that otherwise was filled with sex and lust.

Spite returned to her, clever hands slipping between her outstretched arms to cup at her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples back to attention. She was sore, exhausted and fuck... her arousal flared again.

“Once more Rook.”

“I can't-” she said even as her walls desperately clenched at something that wasn’t inside of her.

“You can, you will,” he replied, his right hand travelling further down her body to slip into the apex of her thighs, fingers gliding along her clit gently causing her hips to move against him. Rook whimpered at the feel of his hard length on her ass, and lifted her pelvis toward him in silent offering. The demon chuckled into her ear as he drove into her with one sure thrust, biting on her shoulder to centre himself and not come inside of her right away. Spite set a merciless pace, pounding into Rook over and over, the slapping of flesh the steady beat under his heavy breaths and Rook’s mewls, her throat hoarse from screaming.

Spite slammed into her, knowing that Lucanis would wake with bruises, but his lectures would be worth it to feel Rook fall apart once more. He rubbed at her clit more insistently as the coil in his stomach was perilously close to releasing, his control slipping from his grasp. Her quaking limbs gave way and she was pressed completely into the flowers, Spite still plunging into her wildly with her pleasured sobs encouraging him.

“I... I... Spite- I’m... don’t stop,” she begged, “h-harder...harder!” she cried with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Rook could only feel her cunt milking at him, her mind unable to control her body, form words or even remember the language she spoke. All she could register was the way the man moved above her and the feel of his hand stroking her and his final stilted thrusts before his cock pulsed and throbbed, finishing inside of her and filling her up, no intention of ever pulling out.

Rook felt peppered kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders, given as warm signs of affection and not meant to arouse. He slowly pulled out of her, the sensation of their cum lazily flowing out of her making her giggle, half expecting Lucanis to be there with a towel or cloth to help clean them up. Spite fell to the ground on his side out of breath, covered in sweat and a large grin on his face. He turned to her, large purple eyes fixated on her face and pushed away at the hair that stuck on her cheek.

“You are safe now. You can rest,” he panted, his eyes growing heavy.

“You should rest. Thank you Spite... thank you for saving my life,” she said softly, feeling clearer than she had since being bitten by the Desire demon. Clear. Sore. Tired. Satiated. And Loved.

“Keep Rook safe. Rook comes first,” he repeated through a yawn, his eyes closing. She shuffled closer to him and pressed a peck on his lips, elicited a soft hum of contentment from the exhausted demon.

“You did... and I did,” she laughed, stroking his hair until his breathing evened out. Rook watched him for a minute, realising that she had never seen Spite sleep- only to squeak when his eyes opened again, only coloured with the familiar brown gaze she so adored.

“Rook,” he rasped, a frown on his face at how dry his throat felt. “Are you okay... where are... Why are you naked? Why am I naked?” he asked in succession. He tried to sit up only to clutch at his side, glancing down to see the skin around his stomach and pelvis was red and sore to the touch. “Wha... what did you and Spite do exactly when I was-” he filtered off, looking off to the side where she assumed Spite must have been- the demon obviously filling in its host as to what they had been up to since he was last conscious. “Oh... I see.”

He winced as he moved closer to her to inspect her, bite marks, bruises where his fingers had been, welts and scratches along her arms and front from the small stones and sticks unseen in the dirt. “You could have been more gentle with Rook, Spite. Look at her,” he groused, more upset at the fact that she had sustained minor injuries than the fact his partner had been fucked without his knowledge.

“It’s alright Lucanis, I owe him my life. A few little scratches pale in comparison to actual death,” she purred as he lightly trailed his lips over each new mark on her skin, gently caressing her as if he had been the one to inflict them instead of the demon that lurked within him.

“He did not have to be an animal is all I am saying,” he said to the side, speaking louder to make a point. “He should have been more careful- unless... unless you enjoyed it?” he asked, staring at her earnestly, no judgement in his large chocolate coloured eyes. “You did enjoy it at least? He didn’t do anything too weird, he didn’t hurt you?”

Rook shook her head and pressed her fingers to his mouth, offering him a small smile to placate him and his concerns. “I did enjoy myself, very much Lucanis. He didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

“So... would you prefer if I were more like...” he asked quietly, not meeting her eyes. Rook’s heart constricted at his pensive expression, knowing her Crow was wondering if he had not been fulfilling her when the demon could.

“No! Not at all, I love what we do together... It was just different with him. As far as I am concerned, Spite may have been the one with me, but you were never gone. You both saved me,” she soothed, cradling his face in her hands. “You make me happy Lucanis, do not doubt that because Spite screws a little differently.”

“I’m not asking that Spite,” Lucanis said glaring at the same spot across the cave.

“What-”

“No, I won’t-“

“What is he saying?”

Lucanis sighed, knowing that the demon would not give up until he got his way. He turned to Rook and smacked his lips together, not believing he was about to repeat what Spite had asked of him. “He asked if you would mind if we shared you?”

I thought she was ours already, Lucanis. You said. Before you. Before me. She comes first. Right?

Rook didn’t know what Spite was saying to Lucanis offside but she would bet it was probably something incendiary and that the two would be fighting all the way home. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position Lucanis. I was careless and got us into this situation where I needed Spite’s help. If it were not to save my life... I wouldn’t have done anything.”

“That... is not an answer to what he asked,” Lucanis pointed out with one eyebrow raised.

She sighed and felt a new unpleasant sensation at the pit of her stomach, fearing that this was the start of a fight between all three of them on the way back to Antiva. Neither Lucanis or Spite would stop until they had their respective answers. “Luca... you know that I would never be dishonest with you. I love you, I do. Forever and a day. But a part of me cares for Spite too... and I have been curious about... things with him before this. And I won’t deny that I enjoyed what I did with him- but I’m not going to do anything that jeopardises what we have-”

Lucanis ran a hand over her hair and kissed her forehead, calming her down instantly. He was not angry at her or at Spite, just caught off guard at the series of events that unfolded that lead them there. He did not even blame her for being curious about the demon. There was something to be said about being watched as he was with Rook- the demon asking him how she tasted as he lay between her legs, wondered how she felt and if she smelled as good up close as she did from afar. He thought about being in the demon’s position, sitting back and asking the same questions to him. How it would be if instead of pushing him away and fighting for dominance and control- that they could share it... how would it be different for all of them?

“I would not… mind… seeing you with him- through his eyes per say,” he said after a couple of minutes of silence, shocking Rook. He shrugged under her scrutinising stare, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “It would be similar to you touching yourself for me as I watched, except I would still know that a part of me would be doing everything to you. Making you come in ways that I had not thought of, watching you fall apart so completely... It is intriguing.”

A new thrum of lust came over Rook at her Lucanis’ admission, this time confident that her arousal had nothing to do with the damned desire demon.

She wants us both, the demon grinned as he loomed over them both, crouching down to breathe in Rook’s hair. She wants us both, even now, sore and aching. Oh the fun we all will have, Lucanis.

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