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Title: Elixir of Liaison

Description: Sometimes one needs a reminder of the things important in life.

Neoma preferred things quiet.

Tinkering with various bottles and mixtures of chemicals, he pours one into another. Mixes. Stirs. Pours it into a new bottle again. Inspects the mixture, repeats.  He prefers the quiet, as it lets him have time to focus on his refining his craft. Brewing all sorts of new spells, poisons, medicines... Whatever he felt like crafting that week. While he may long given up on completely curing his vamprisim, it did not prevent him from curing other things. Or perhaps inflicting others with other such things. 

If nothing else, if he couldn’t cure himself, he could cure others. While he saw it as more of a challenge, he took a minor bit of ego stroking in his selflessness regardless.

With all that being said, while he did enjoy the quiet, lately things had been...Extra quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. The clangs and pangs of glass meeting glass or steel made noise, but it wasn’t enough. He enjoyed a baseline level of quiet. The sort of quiet you’d get spending time with someone you’re comfortable with.

That person had not been around lately.

Neoma had at first, been a bit brash in feeling a slightest bit of relief in that. Simply because every time they’d get sidetracked by having a chuckle together. Or by her constant fascination with his tail or ears. He had long grown use to dealing with someone poking away at either, and now to have gone without it felt strangely... Wrong. 

Not that he missed her or anything.

He just missed the routine of it.

Perhaps he missed giving her a twack on the hand, though. Nothing else. 

Letting a sigh, he placed two test tubes worth of glowing green fluid back into their resting place. Before tapping a single claw on his wooden table as he glanced around the room lazily. He had no idea what he was hoping to accomplish in doing this, beyond potentially finding something to distract himself briefly from the thoughts ruminating within his fluffy head.

After staring at an empty bottle on a shelf, he sighed again and stared up at the ceiling. His flat expression being betrayed by a faint look of... Melancholy, in his blue eyes.

With a swish of his tail, he turned towards the doorway, and let it close firmly behind him as he passed through it.

------

There had been good weeks for the Bear. There had been bad weeks. This week Orias had left her alone at night, so despite any feelings involved it had been a good week. Mostly.

Curled up in a blanket ball, she rolled over due to her side feeling numb and grumbled a bit. Still at the very least thankful that Orias had let her sleep again last night.

When she heard the door to her room open though, she froze up and pretended to be fast asleep still. Even faking the snoring while hoping whomever had came in would ignore her further. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! She had spoken too soon. He came for her. The fucker had changed his tactics and decided to strike during the day. She mentally prepared herself for the lashing at Orias’s slender figure, but instead was met with something far more surprising.

To be exact, a large amount of floof soon smothered her face. Causing the Bear to pause briefly as she lost oxygen in confusing. She soon struggled in bed, fighting her way out of her blanket coccoon and trying to discern what had just tried to smother her.

Sitting up in bed firmly, the Bear soon was met with a surprising sight.

Nekoma, or otherwise known as Neoma, had his back to her. Arms crossed as she silently let his tail swish in her lap. She raised an eyebrow at this, due to this sudden appearance being the first she had seen of him in quite a bit.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak though, Neoma spoke first, cutting her off quite sharply;

“You may pet it for now.” He said coolly, arms still crossed as he faced away from her. “But you will pay me back by joining me in my study. There is no negotiations regarding this and you will not decline.” With that last bit, he turned ever so slightly to glare back at her. 

“If you refuse, I’ll poison you.” He finished, matter-of-factly. The Bear, who steadily began to sweat as he went on, only stared at his lightly moving tail in her lap with both concern and mild fear. But nonetheless, baser instincts win all of us over. And deciding if he was she were to die anyway, smooshed her face into his lovingly soft tail with a gusto of a toddler and cereal.

Neoma’s spine shiver as she did this, although she was too busy rubbing her face on his tail to notice. He grit his teeth a bit, still trying to keep a cold air around him as she both caressed his tail with her paws and rubbed it against her face lovingly. All the while though, he was resisting the urge to jump from the bruntish contact.

“Y-You could...” Neoma began, “E-Ease up a l-little, h-however....” Too busy being absorbed with his floof, the Bear ignored him due to becoming drunk on the mofu considerably fast. 

Seconds turned into minutes. And minutes went into the double digits. Before long, a half hour had passed and Neoma was at his breaking point. Now pounding his leg into his thigh as the bear was borderline hugging his tail like an enthusiastic koala. 

“T-T-That’s enough....” Neoma gritted out, pulling his tail away as he felt the stimulation finally let up with a relieved sense of freedom. The Bear, seemingly dazed from losing her mofu, was then picked up by the collar with a single claw by Neoma was he stared her in the face. He composed himself considerably fast. 

“You’ll be joining me in the study. I don’t care if you get dressed or not. You’re joining me now.” Tucking the Bear under his arm, Neoma began to march back to his room while she hung loosely in her grasp. Passing by Orias in the hallway, he cackled and smacked her unprotected Bear ass as they walked past. Something Neoma ignored for the moment, and something the Bear began to swear at him before.  The bastard always strikes when you least expect it.

-----

Neoma preferred things quiet.

Tinkering with various bottles and mixtures of chemicals, he pours one into another. Mixes. Stirs. Pours it into a new bottle again. Inspects the mixture, repeats. 

This time however, his ears twitch and his tail sways protectively at the Bear who both helps him with his mixtures, and keeps taking potshots at his vulnerable points. He doesn’t mind this however, and subconsciously avoids her pokes and prods while he works. He asks her to hand him a vial of something red, and she does so. 

She’s humming while helping, and he finds himself humming along with her.

Quiet things are nice, but sometimes a little noise doesn’t hurt.

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Title: OPERATION TEDDY GET TOGETHER

Description: This is your finest moment, soldier. You will accomplish the biggest task of your career or die trying. You have prepared your entire life for this single instance--You will not fail her.

It was that time of the year again.

Jamil had noticed the slight shift early in the morning after waking up. While doing his usual scouting for potential threats or hazards, he heard the distinct sound of his Master. It wasn’t just any sound however, it was one he detested...

It was the sound of Master crying. Softly, perhaps just a few sniffles, but to his well trained ears he could not mistake it. She was experiencing unpleasant emotions, on a rather unpleasant day of the year for her. Of course, that is not to say Jamil didn’t understand the feeling either... While it may not have been entirely similar to her own plight, the feeling he experienced on this day was nonetheless sour. 

It was for that reason, Jamil had prepared to ensure he would be of use for his Master on a day where it would matter most.

He had asked here and there, inquired as to the circumstance--From his understanding, they had been great warriors of the Sky that roamed it as fierce warriors before settling down. But as it so happened, something unfortunate befell them early on in Master’s life. The matter, circumstance, or flavor of that tragedy did not matter. What did matter, was that it impacted Master negatively and in a way Jamil himself could understand.

Peeking from around the corner, carefully and silently, he eyed his Master from just around the corner as she looked off the side of the ship--Looking off into the great blue sky with light tears on her face, sniffling softly. She was on a secluded part of the boat, perhaps for privacy or a desire to be left alone today... But Jamil could never allow that to be solely the case. He watched her intently, heart aching at her sorrow. He frowned, before slinking back to put his plan into action.

First off, he had to ask for help from someone he could trust in such matters.

--

“So... Dancho is upset, isn’t she?” Narmaya said softly, placing her hands firmly on her lap as she stared back at the young assassin with a stern look on her face. “Thank you for telling me about this, Jamil. I will be happy to help you with this. This area might be outside of your own expertise... But it’s something I think we could both be wonderful at for her.”

“It’s the only course of action we have to take.” He replied with a seriousness in his voice he typically lacked, his sharp eyes staring back at Narmaya’s concerned face. “I’ve long prepared a secret weapon for this very moment... They should be arriving shortly. I have no doubt we can accomplish this.” 

Narmaya closed her eyes, and brought a single hand up to hold it over her heart--Her own heart twitching at the idea of her dearest Dancho being sad, let alone thinking they are alone in such feelings. What sort of big sister could Narmaya consider herself if she let this continue interrupted..?

Before Narmaya could dig into those feelings, the door to Narmaya’s quarters opened up--And with it, came the clank of heels. Narmaya’s eyes opened wide, surprised at who just walked in. Jamil only glanced back, his sharp eyes meeting the determined ones of the person behind them both.

“I apologize for keeping you both waiting,” Sandalphon said, shutting the door firmly behind himself. “I have successfully distracted Dancho, and they will be busy with Lyria for the rest of today while we enact our plans. She will warn us when Dancho is arriving later today, so let us make haste.”

With the plan in action, three unlikely allies would soon began their most dangerous, foreboding, and perilous adventure yet...

--

“What!? Jamil, I said to add 2 cups of sugar to the mix!” Sandalphon groaned, wiping some flour off his nose.

“I apologize, Sandalphon. The measuring cups are perplexing as they are enigmatic... I underestimated their abilities yet again...” Jamil replied, eyeing the 2/3rds cup of sugar warily. “You will not impede me again, foolish plastic.”

“What are you...? Don’t threaten the measuring cups you idiot!” Sandalphon quickly snapped, pulling it away just moments before Jamil made contact with one of his daggers.

“Now, now!” Narmaya interjected, reading the cooking book carefully. “I do think it says to add that much sugar for... this!” Pressing her finger up against the image on the book, Narmaya attempted to prevent the feuding lads from interrupting this cooking escapade any further.

“I thought we agreed upon making Dancho special cookie crumble cakes, made with chocolate...?” Sandalphon replied, rolling his eyes at the lack of progress the three had made in over 40 minutes. “I could have made three pages of sweets in the time we’ve spent looking at the book alone!”

Jamil however, seemed to be absorbed in preparing the icing. He had quickly discovered he quite enjoying stirring bowls, a minor, yet useful tool in his arsenal as far as he was concerned. A tedious task as this would be become tiresome otherwise--But yet again in the pursuit of being useful to Dancho he had discovered a new skill. Grow more he could, perhaps even further...

“I think you’re right... We should focus.” Narmaya spoke allowed, turning a few pages back to the choco cookie crumble cake with extra whipped cream. “She said she loved these... We can do this much, at least.” 

“Read me off the directions, I shall prepare the base ingredients myself.” Sandalphon said, rolling back the sleeves of his shirt as he readjusted his apron. All three had decided to wear them to minimize mess--Narmaya had insisted on them matching their dispositions, so Sandalphon was forced to wear a simple pale yellow one with a little chickadee on it. Jamil had chosen a light purple one, adored with paw prints all over it. Narmaya had gotten much more exotic--Choosing a hot pink apron that was covered in lipstick marks.

“Right! Let’s see here then!” Narmaya eyed the book intensely, reading it with a newfound sense of courage and strength. “Jamil, keep stirring the whipcream!” Jamil nodded in response, already stirring enthusiastically. “Sandalphon! We need around 30 cookies crumbled and prepared!” In response, Sandalphon darted to the other side of the kitchen. Grabbing a small potato masher as he began to work away at the bowl of cookies. 

“Nothing will prevent the Head Primarch from fulfilling this one selfish wish...!” Sandalphon shouted, finally getting back into the groove of things.

“This whipped diary will never prevent me from making Master’s dreams come true!!” Jamil said along with him, whipping hard enough that a small dollop of it landed on his nose in response. This would not stop the boy however, as he merely ignored the light scoop of white fluffiness and continued to diligently prepare the cream.

“And I shall beat the eggs until they are perfectly fit for a dough!” Narmaya shouted out in response, her butterflies magically forming as she mentally prepared herself. “Not only that, I shall ensure we all will bring Dancho the best surprise she could ever wish for!” Disappearing in a flash, Narmaya appeared at one side of the kitchen to the other. Accomplishing multiple smaller goals as her Big Sister Instincts began to empower her in full. 

Within a flash, all three finally got their shit together. The united front of their passion igniting an inferno that would surely not result in failure, regardless of the outcome...!

---

20 minutes later, and all three had failed spectacularly.

30 minutes later, and all three stared at the sheer disaster the kitchen had become. Dumbfounded as to how they ended up this way.

“We’ve...” Sandalphon gasped out, defeated being painted his sneering face.

“Been...” Narmaya sniffled, still whipping off flour and eggwhites off her cheek.

“Defeated...” Jamil finished, arm aching from over 2 hours worth of mixing.

Sandalphon, pulling up a nearby chair, sat down in it as he let his head hang back. 

“They come home in no more than 15 minutes.” He let his shoulder sag as the failure of being unable to provide his Dancho with a suitable surprise finally began to hit him... Narmaya joined him, pulling up the chair next to him as she sat down. Head hanging low as she let the lacking display of her Big Sister Aura punish her.

Jamil however, stood strangely silent as he tried his best to consider a back up plan... They had to do something for Dancho. Something, anything to show their appreciation for her... Something to make her smile again, when she desperately needed it...

Then it hit him. Lightly bringing his fist down in his palm, Jamil hurried over to the two sulking companions of his.

“Meet me out on the deck, I know what we can do. I’ll tell you when we get there!” With that, he hurried out the door of the kitchen, letting the confused samurai and Primarch raise an eyebrow at his sudden enthusiasm.

--

Letting out a tired sigh, Dancho tiredly walked up the ramp that led up to the ship. Behind her, Lyria trailed behind pulling out spines from one of the many monsters that decided to randomly appear and ruin their little outing. Vyrn was exhaustedly flying behind them both, seemingly lost in his own tired world as he looked ahead. 

Lyria, finally plucking out the last of the pines out of her Bear Captain’s skirt, lightly applauded herself--Before worriedly scanning the deck for whatever Jamil had told her to keep Dancho out for the day so they could prepare... But to her surprise, she quickly found the three standing figures of Narmaya, Jamil, and Sandalphon. Each with their hands before their back, seemingly waiting for the tired Captain.

“Scar, wait...!” Lyria cried out, tugging on the Bear’s skirt to fruitlessly try stopping the Bear from just sulking away to her bedroom. In response, Scar stopped and turned to glance back at Lyria confused, but soon quickly took note of the three waiting crew members. 

Quickly reading the mood, Vyrn took began to push Scar along with Lyria towards the trio. Whatever it is they had planned, it had to be good, right?

Sandalphon was first, taking a step forward as he smiled at the amusingly shorter Dancho. 

“Today is a day of great trials for you, or so I’ve heard...” He began, getting down onto one knee as he reached out one free hand to grasp the Bear’s. “So I would like to give you a reason to continue smiling, even if it is small.” With a gentleness that was considerably surprising, he leaned in to lay a soft kiss onto the back of her hand. Before pulling back as he revealed what his other hand was concealing; A small cupcake, lightly covered in powdered coffee. “This is a small gesture, but allow it to be a gigantic statement of your importance to me, Dancho.” 

Said Dancho, now burning up considerably, accepted the gift as Lyria and Vyrn  both patted her on the back. Narmaya took this as her cue, and soon stepped up next. Scar, turning to face her, braced herself for what the draph had prepared...

...And was instantly greeted with Narmaya huge, soft, lovingly round breasts being smooshed up against her own as Narmaya hugged Dancho tightly. Pulling her into an strong, safe, and most importantly squishy embrace.

“You’re so much more important than you know... So, I did my best to prepare you something that was equally special.” Pulling back from the hug, Narmaya smiled innocently as she let the squishing of her tits against the Bear’s own reveal the small box of delicately wrapped sweets peek out from between her breasts. “You can grab them yourself~! I rather keep hugging you!” Now borderline foaming at the mouth, Scar reached a hand up to pull them out gently. Before opening them up to reveal; A single chocolate bear, smelling of light cream!

Jamil, silent as ever, approached Bear-chan from behind. Hands behind his back as he patiently waited for his Dancho to get his fill. After Sandalphon pulled the whining Narmaya off her, anyway... 

Turning to face the assassin, Bear-chan was taken back once again as Jamil reached for both of her hands, letting both Vyrn and Lyria grab both of the prior presents as he looked down at her hands with a strange look of softness.

“These hands of yours... They’ve done things you regret, haven’t they?” He questioned, seemingly asking not only a single person. “Regardless of if they do things you continue to regret... or even hate, I want you to know something.” Turning up to look at her in the eyes, he returned a gaze that looked of nothing but pure love. “I’ll continue to value you, and these hands of yours, Master. I’ll continue to cherish not only you, but the time we spend together... So please, allow this one selfish wish of mine to make you smile succeed.”

Reaching into his back pocket, Jamil pulled out a small box--Lightly crude compared to Narmaya’s, but no less worked on diligently. He unraveled the ribbons adoring the, to reveal the equally crude looking cookie. One of a Bear, and a kitten with a hood connected by a heart.

“I did my best for you, Master. We all did. I hope that regardless of how harsh the world might seem... You’ll remember it’ll be worth it, if for nothing else, so you can be reminded of how much we love you.” 

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Title: Nightcrawler

Description: The difference between predators born in the day and those of night are worlds apart.

In this world, there are many kinds of hunters. Predators. Bringers of death. They take many forms, with incredibly varied appearances between them. Some small, some large, some fleshy, some made of chitin. But what unites all of them, is their instincts. The desire to hunt, to catch Prey, to corner that fleeing thing they prey upon and finally sink their desire into them.

What separates these many fierce and devilish hunters from each other, is simple as night and day.

Predators born of day need only worry about physical fitness. Perhaps the ability to blend in and easily elude prey, but otherwise they can adapt to become the top of the foodchain by simply being the most physically fit for their habitat.

Predators born within the confines of the dark, however... This specific breed of hunter excels in the craftiness they must employ to gain the upperhand on the prey item. They must be intelligent, resourceful, and be well equipped to strike when the time is most opportune. They lack the strength, the sheer physical fitness of their kin. But what they lack in raw strength, they surely make up for in ability to excel at being incredibly unique in their unconventional hunting methods.

This is one such nighttime breed of hunter. One with very specific and special tastes...

--

3:00AM. Typically a time where most would be sleeping soundly in bed. Tucked away with the pleasant idea that they are safe and secure within the confines of their nest. 

For this specific house, this is not the case. For as soon as everybody has gone to dreamland, the Predators shall stalk.

Jolting awake, the unfortunate target of this Predator stares up at the ceiling, unmoving and only able to barely move her head around enough in her sleeping position to survey the dimly moonlit room around her. The window in-front of her bed is wide open, allowing a soft breeze and gentle hues of the celestial body above to illuminate the otherwise dark bedroom.

Sadly for her, she is able to get a clear view of the end of her bed. With her making out the ever slightest hint of black, pointy claw tips slowly coming into view from behind the circular bed frame in front of her socked feet. She tries to move, to make the first aggressive act towards this very familiar sight, but sadly her body refuses to cooperate with her. She feels heavy, but all too awake.

Those tips soon elongate further. And further. Until they carefully and gently wrap themselves around the cutesy circle frame of the bed. She tries to struggle again, but no dice. 

It’s 3:08AM now.

A sly and sadistic chuckle is released from the direction of the claw, and soon another claw repeats the same motions as before. Feeling a mixture of anxiety and anger, the awake yet frozen stiff Bear attempts to desperately wake her body from whatever spell it is currently under. 

“Oh, no, no, noooooo!” From behind the bed frame in front of her, a voice oozing with malice and mockery of concern is heard. “Are you okay? Are you afraid? I can smell the anticipation on you already!” Another smug chuckle is released by the voice. The Bear however, is familiar of the owner of this voice. In fact, she had fucking dealt with him all week. 

The black clawtips, barely visible within the moonlight, dig into the wood of the bed frame. Taking it’s sweet, delicate time to let the razor sharp fingers gash the wood with an childish enthusiasm. Before long, the claws release the tension, and grip it again as the owner of the claws launches themselves up into full view, using the bed frame as a brace for their sudden movement.

The owner of said claws of course, was Orias. The local shiteating grin of a bastard within this neck of the woods. He smiled at the glaring gaze from the comatose Bear with what could best described as sincerity and prickishness.

“What do we have here...?” He asks allowed, reaching a long slender arm forward to gently run a claw up and down one of the frozen Bear’s thighs. While she is entirely unable to move in these situations, her ability to feel or sense is not halted in the slightest--In fact, it feels in many ways amplified due to the Succubus’s magickal aura. “My, my, my...” He hisses, eyeing the way his claw indents on her pleasantly soft thigh. “Is this a Princess I’ve come across? She seems to be fast asleep no less...! Any sort of danger could befall such a maiden!”

Pulling away from her, he places both of claws on his face in mock surprise, his toothy mouth agape in mock surprise. 

“And me, a most certainly devilishly handsome creature of the night! The only one able to protect her defenseless self!” 

The mocking look of surprise gives away fast to a look of pure sadistic glee, as his tongue bleps outside of his pale lips in a manner far too cutesy for such a bastard. Tasting the air softly as he mirthfully looked down at her still glaring face. He was fully aware she was aware, and awake, and absolutely willing to clock his shit in if given the chance, but that didn’t matter right now, did it? Night time is his time. He was a Predator, and he found his Favorite little Prey just ripe for the taking. For a fox to pass up an open chicken coop is just outside of it’s control. 

Raising both of his claws into the air, arms outstretched wide as his feathery coat hung loosely, his silhouette becomes clearly and threateningly defined due to the moonlight from the wide open window behind him. The Bear shudders a bit as she makes full contact with his glowing red eyes for the first time since he fully revealed himself, the mixture of hunger and lust becoming readily apparent on his normally assholish face.

He brings both of his claws down, climbing up onto the bed with a grace and gentleness that almost would cause any normally fast asleep patron to shift in the covers due to potentially feeling a gust of wind. But this elegance and swiftness is Orias’s most powerful skill; Within moments, his claws are running along both of her frozen thighs, with his steady hissing mixing with the light caressing of his tail as he sneered down at her now flustering and lightly disgusted face.

“Too bad no one can protect you from me, My Princess.” He whispers, gripping her thigh tightly. “No one will ever keep you from my grasp, my touch, nor getting to love you in ways only I’ll ever be able to provide~” While the poor Bear is unable to do much beyond stare at him in the face, she expresses an steadily increasing look of distress and redness as she feels him use his tail to gently lift up her oversized shirt--His two black claws still all too busy with getting to properly get a handful of her squishy thighs.

With her shirt now pulled up enough to expose her tummy area, he looks up at her distressed face, and gently kisses it once--Smirking as his lips press up against it, the look on her face as he does so doing far more for him than she’d ever like to know. He pulls back from the kiss, to now let out a breathy huff which collides with her tummy as he digs each one of his bladed claws into her thighs at once. This causes the Bear to squirm lightly, but he does it so fast and quickly she once again returns to her formally still state.

He has to be careful, as too much pain will cause her to be broken free of his spell. See, as he can stimulate the body as much as he wants, but if he were to inflict too much harm his spell would fade away incredibly fast. As such, he must keep a handle on the urge to harm her... With that being said, Marking her thighs for the other demons to see the next day fills him with delight. He gets a genuine kick out of the others having to know He got to her last night. 

But that was for the future. Right now, in the present, he has better goals. He presses his pale lips against her stomach once more, dragging both of his claws up and down her thighs once more as the light trickles of blood and smearing cover them lightly. He mostly did this to be a prick to be frank.  Pulling back from the kiss, he rests his face on her tummy and looks up at her with a semi cutesy wink. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that~” He coos, blepping again as he reaches one lightly crimson soaked claw up to poke her on the nose. It leaves a light drop of blood on it as he does. “You look so angry right now... It’s really cute, y’know? I love when you look like you wanna hurt, but can’t.” A breathy laugh escapes his lips, and sits up, this time staring down at her once more with a few droplets of drool forming in the corner of his mouth.

“It makes me just wanna... Eat you up, y’know? It makes me wanna bite you and bite you, and bite you until there’s nothing left~~~! Look at what you do to me!” Orias shifts positions a bit, letting his coat fall back onto the bed’s front frame as he leans forward once more. This time, he traces a single claw up and down her belly... Until the tip of said claw, gently hinges on her panties. 

“I’m not so bad, Here, Let me show you how good I can be...” His voice is full of venom and pure lust, mixing together to make a light hiss that sounds all too similar to a snake rather than a person. “My dearest little Bear, I’ll eat you until there’s nothing left, won’t that be swell?” While she’s unable to move, she would be furiously shaking her head in disagreement if she could. Too bad she can’t! He gently pulls down her panties bit by bit, eating up the sight of her panicking face as he does do. It doesn’t take him long to get them off, but he slides them off with ease. It’s quite easy to undress someone that can’t move, y’know?

He spreads her legs just a bit, just enough so that he can expose everything she’d wouldn’t want to be exposed--Ah, quite wet already it appears. He licks his lips at that, so feisty yet she’s sitting here getting this wet? Mara would never understand, it isn’t his fault she gets so worked up that he HAS to do these things. 

She’d thank him later. Even if she’d never admit it.

Getting into position, he hovers his face just a few inches above her pussy, gripping her thighs tightly as he looks up at her from between her legs. His warm, hungry breath causing her to shiver as she felt him get a LITTLE closer than she’d like. Which then causes her breath to explode out of her mouth as she feels the first lick from him--She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the Succubus must have activated his more... Stimulation focused abilities to increase the intensity of the arousal and following stimulation, making each following lick cause her frozen spine to vaguely return to full function with every lick of his.

He’s surprisingly gentle during--His glowing red eyes only staring foggily up at her as he licks away steadily. Her own breathing picks up, growing heavier as she stares down as Orias swapping between long, drawn out licks that she desperately wants to go faster, and quick hungry ones that make it feel like he’s just trying to get her to finish fast as possible. Every now and again he lets go of one of her thighs, and slides a claw in carefully. He has to be most gentle doing this, as a single wrong move could most certainly do harm.

But he’s a Succubus. And he excels most in ensuring he’ll do no harm during these things. After all, pleasure is king. Or perhaps Queen, in this instance.

During the peak of it, he pulls back, breathing heavily on her as he speaks;

“Look at you, you’re a mess right now. And yet you were angry with me?”

“You’re going to cum any second now, aren’t you? Oh you mortals are so hilarious. You hate me yet can’t get enough of me when I indulge you.”

“Isn’t it easier to give in? Doesn’t it feel good? When will you become mine and let me do this to you all the time?”

His degradation and bitchiness hardly phase the poor Bear however, as she’s far too busy covering her face at trying to ignore the pleasure shooting throughout her body. Perhaps he was right, maybe he was wrong. none of that mattered right now. Since she wanted to fucking cum and his stupid voice was getting in the way of that.

“S-Sh... S-Shut.. Up...” She croaks out, refusing to look at him and give him the satisfaction. “J-J-Just... Keep... G-Going...”

Though she doesn’t care to check, she can only imagine he gets that same malice filled smirk on his face. And just as quickly, the pleasure comes back in ways as the long, drawn out, heavy licks come back. Her brain feels like it’s melting to a degree, or perhaps that was from the Estrus wave burning her poor little Bear braincells. Either way, it was a melting pot!

She gets what she wanted, at 3:29AM. After what feels like an eternity, her body can take more, and during a series of incredibly passionate licks, a series of splashes hits Orias’s mouth--A long groan escaping his mouth as it does. He keeps licking even as she breathlessly moans into the ceiling above, refusing to look down at the Succubus. 

A few silent moments follow, with her heart pounding in her chest and his heavy breathing being the only noise filling the room. He sits up, and the sound of pants unbuckling soon follow. She’s too busy being caught up with the post-orgasm brainmelt, but Orias is far from sated. Predators live for the moment their Prey is most vulnerable.

She’s woken up rudely from her haze as she feels the distinct sensation of light penetration--Her eyes shoot down between her legs again, to see him gently rubbing the head of his dick against her pussy. He’s staring up at her, drool oozing down his chin as he does so. The look on his face is much more different, much more... Animalistic. Primal. He wanted more, and he was gonna get it whether she was prepared for his onslaught or not.

“You mortals really are the best~” He says, using one claw to gently keep his dick rubbing while he reached another under her shirt to get a few good gropes of her breasts. “Immortals like me are so boring compared to you, it’s like seeing color for the first time in your life...! I can’t get enough, I need more! More!” He sounds strangely desperate compared to his usual self.

Unable to hold back any longer, he takes aim, and gently pushes himself in--The first few inches causing you both to gasp from the pleasure from feeling each other. He pushes, and pushes, all the way until half of his shaft is inside of the Bear. He stops then, eyes locked with her as he breathes heavier and heavier.

“I’m going to make you mine, You’re going to be mine! I want you all to myself and no one else!” He says, which is quickly followed by the first thirst. It causes all the air to leave your lungs as the intensity begins to smash against your skull again. 

“Mara? Melph or whatever? They don’t matter. Only I matter! I’ll be the only one that matters to you!” The second thrust is deeper this time, he lets out a sharp hiss. 

“You’re going to belong to me, and I’ll make you my favorite Prey! I’ll prey upon you every night for the rest of your life and beyond!” The third thrust causes you both to shiver as he goes deep as he can, he stays there briefly, drooling heavily at the sensation of being Inside of you. Of being Whole with you in the best way possible. Succubus’s live for moments like this.

Your breathing has given way to loud moans, something which only eggs him on further. His pacing picks up, and before long, you’ve regained usage of your body and grip his collar as he pushes in and out of you consistently. You want to punch him, you want to threaten him really, but when the spell is in effect like this, it’s not possible dude. That’s rough.

You’re surprised when he leans in to kiss you through, his tongue battering yours much like how you’d like to batter him in general. You don’t fight it though, and only give in as you feel him push it Deep once more. He consistently keeps up the pace, somehow hitting every single spot you could hope for him to hit--Your brain starts to feel like it’s overloading again, this time feeling the sense of fullness causing you to short out. If your Bear ears could catch on fire, they’d be ablaze right now.

Like all goods things though, they must come to an end... And with this good thing, Orias lets out a sharp breath, pulling back from whatever kisses you had been engaging in, and arches his back lightly as he pushes it deep once more. You feel him pulse quite roughly, causing you to grit your teeth as you feel yourself splash for the final time. He repeats a few more soft thrusts, seemingly not being satisfied with finishing now and here... But eventually, he pulls out, and back, with the oozing mess that is your between legs now forming as he sits up.

You lie back, arm over your face in embarrassment as you try to avoid his gaze. He looks down at you, admiring the state he put you in. He licks the tip of one of his claws as he does so, his tail dancing behind him in excitement.

“Round 1 was so fun... I hope you’re ready for Round 2, my Princess...”

Those words however, cause you to go from flustered, to enraged as you land a kick square on his chest. His lank form goes flying due to your superior Bear strength finally returning in full. 

It is now 3:59AM.

Orias has 1 minutes to escape.

But he doesn’t leave his coat behind. Orias would join dinner that night, with more than one bruise and one swollen eye.