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bandgie · 9 months

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Predator & Prey

a/n: chapter 3!

warnings!: smut, over stimulation

5.8k words

They're a nice family. The husband, whose name is Sammuel, works as a lumberjack. He's a quiet man, but you can tell he's more than helpful around the house as he helps his wife cook dinner. The boys continue roughhousing despite their mom's warnings. All that's left is meeting Abigail, you can tell the mom is anxious for you to meet her.

You softly knock on her door, waiting until you hear a soft yes? from the inside. The room was covered in books. Shelves overfilling with scriptures and littered all over the floor. She picks her head up from the book in her hands, eyes meeting yours.

"Oh," is the first thing she says, "You must be helping my mom with the bar downstairs." "Yes, and you must be Abigail?" You ask.

She stands and walks over to you, closing the door behind you, "That is right."

Abigail sees the way your eyes look over the books. Some in English, some in words you've never seen before. Some look like they're old, as if they've never seen the light of day. You can feel her eyes peering at you, so you snap your eyes to her.

"Watcha reading there?" You point to the opened book on her bed.

An unsettling smile finds her lips, "Come, I'll show you."

You carefully walk to her bed, trying not to step on any of the books before you sit on her bed. She lifts the book and shows you the title "Can you read this?"

You shake your head, it's in a language you're unfamiliar with. "No. What does it say?"

She laughs, almost maniacally, "How to summon demons. Do you believe in such things?"

You look into her eyes, trying not to show how freaked out you were. "Not really," you confess. "I don't think spirits or ghost are a thing. People's imagination are just too creative."

You expect her to be upset at your response, but she seems excited. "Most people would say the same thing, but I know they exist. I've seen them."

Your eyebrows quirk up, you shouldn't be encouraging this conversation, but it would be a lie to say you weren't interested. "Have you?" She nods eagerly, "Yes! Listen closely. I was in this very room, reading when I saw a winged beast. It has feathers dark as night, feet like an ox's, claws like talons. It did not see me, but I watched as it stole one of the neighbors daughter in her deep slumber. They have yet to find her body, but I believe I know what happened to it."

A shiver goes up your spine, you did not think it would involve a kidnapping and possible murder. Feet like an ox? That's not Nyryx, though it's proof that there is more of his species.

"Incubi usually sleep with women while they slumber. However," she reaches for one the books on the ground, opening it and flipping to a page. She aggressively places the book on the ground, this one in English. It shows depiction of what an incubi is with written description.

"There are times when an incubus favors a female human. They'll steal her in the night and keep her until she dies of old age. That, or until they get tired of her."

Despite such a horrid tale, Abigail squirms in excitement. You eye the drawn depiction, trying to make sense of it. The pale skin, the black wings, the animal-like legs. It matches Nyryx perfectly. Why would be drink animal blood then? It clear that he needs something else, why is he allowing himself to eat the bare minimum?

"All they eat is a woman's cum?" you question. Abigail erupts in laughter, clutching her stomach. "You are so crude! I think we will get along." She wipes her tears and scans the writing, "Human life force is a main meal for them. They can survive on any life force, but straight from a human is the best source. Blood is a vital need for them to survive. It is like how water is to us. The essence of a woman, however, gives quenches their thirst for blood and gives them the power to use their energy."

The puzzle pieces started to fall in place. It should have been obvious from when you were being chased from the townspeople days earlier and what they called him. How upset Nyryx got when you called him an incubus. Still, wrapping your head around the fact that he's a demon is difficult. A different species that can do magic? Sure. But a demon? A creature from actual hell?

"So they're from hell? Demonic beings?" You voice shakes. Abigail looks back at the book, flipping through a few pages. "Not straight from the underworld, no. A woman is cursed to bare the child of Satan. The child born is a succubus or incubus, half human and half demon." She continues reading, fingers moving across the page. "It's possible that an incubus can be a full demon though. They go though a transformation from feasting on the blood of 666 children and stealing the essence of their own mother," Abigail actually grimaces for the first time, "Or some are straight from hell itself, created by Satan. These are a rarity though, I don't think we should worry about such things."

You breathe a little easier, Nyryx was born this way. He can't help who his father is, but the uneasiness in your stomach doesn't settle.

Abigail taps your shoulder and you look up at her in response. "Can I confess something?" She asks. You hesitantly nod, worried about what she's going to say.

"I have dreamed of being paid a visit by an incubus in my sleep. I cannot deny the excitement that courses through me at the possibility of it. It's why I learn to summon them. Have a demon please me at my will, take me as I desire." She pauses and looks at you, examining your expression. You do little to hide the confusion on your face, uneasiness settling on your features.

She laughs awkwardly, "I am aware of my revolting fantasies. Yet, I cannot help myself from imagining. Even if it's once, I would give anything for the experience. Even my soul." She waits for you response, and although you're a little repulsed by her kink, an idea pops in your head.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You want a demon to ravage you like you're a piece of meat?" You ask, making sure of her choice. She looks at you giddily, as is you understand her wants. "Yes. I am no maiden, if I'm being truthful, and I would love to believe an incubus can use me to its will. Am I a whore for admitting such things?"

You're all for body positivity and safe hook-up culture. But fucking a demon? You have to draw a line somewhere. "I don't think you're any less valuable as a person because you sleep around," you tell her. "People have fantasies, that's normal. But uh, honestly this is the first time I've heard this. I would just tell you to be careful what you wish for. And don't conjure things up, you never know what's on the other side."

She nods at your response, taking in your advice. "I suppose you are right. Demons are tricky creatures, they could do something I am opposed to." She shakes her head hands grasping at yours. She looks back you with curiosity in her eyes, "Tell me! Do you have any perverted fantasies?"

You softly laugh at her curiosity. It's been a while since you've talked to your friends back at home and the stories of your hook ups. You hum, pondering on what you've always wanted most.

"I guess I've always wanted to try a role-play. Me the inmate and other person the cop. But I can always settle for them eating me out," you share your confession. Before Abigail has time to question what you mean by 'role playing' and 'eating out,' there's a knock at the door.

"Girls? Supper is prepared," Meredith pokes her head in. Her daughter gives her a nod and stands off the bed, "We will be there soon." Abigail looks at you expectingly.

"Yeah I'd love to eat. I just gotta stop by somewhere real quick. I'll be back," you tell the both of them. Meredith smiles and nods, "No worries dear! I'll keep the food warm for you."

You give her a thanks and make your way out of Abigail's room, leaving the upper housed home and going though the loud bar. You shiver at the burst of cold air, you were so used to the warmth already. You grab your coat to secure it around your shoulder better before making your way to the woods, the sun starting to set behind the trees.

Once you think you're deep enough in, you lift your head up to look for Nyryx. It's a little hard to see with the incoming darkness and cluster of trees, but you can make out the outline of his wings and the swishing of his tail.

"Nyryx!" you call. "I have some news!"

He comes down from the trees, standing at his full height in front of you. You drink in his sight, Abigail's previous words getting to you. What would it be like? He's so much bigger than you or any man you've been with, would it hurt?

He folds his arms across his chest, talons hanging out, "Prey, I do not have the patience for your lack of words. What do you have to share?"

You snap back to reality, finding the words you need to say. "You need life force right? Well, I think it would've been better if you specified what type of life force you needed. I met this chick who had these books and the talked about in-...your species, I mean. And I learned a lot about what you are are-"

He's in front of you in a split second, hand grasping your face so your cheeks are squished together.

"What I am?" He spits. "You know nothing of me, or what I need. You hear stories from a human about my species and you think you know what it is I need? Pry, tell me that, what is it that I am?"

You stiffen in his grasp, your fingers curling around his wrists. His hold loosens on you, but he does not let go of yourself. You stare into his black eyes, anger and hurt seem to be there.

"Do you fear me?" He suddenly asks voice quiet. He locks his eyes onto you, looking for any indication of what you might say or think.

"I..." you trail off. "I'm not scared of you." He growls, unhappy with you response. "I mean, you're scaring me now, if that's what you mean. But it's not cuz you're a..."

"An incubus," he finishes, voice tight and irritated.

"Yes," you breathe, "not because you're that. I just happened to come across someone very knowledgeable in that stuff. I want to help you, Nyryx, I really do. But..." your eyes water. You hate to admit it, but you're starting to grow fond of the half-demon in front of you. It's clear he is not happy with what he is. You wish he knew that he is more than a half demon.

"Prey," his nickname calls you. "Why do you weep? Am I that horrifying?"

You shake your head, sniffing and laughing softly. "No. I just...I just want to help you. You're not eating right and I don't understand why. I don't like it when you're upset, and I said I have good news."

You tears fall softly, and you let him lick them off. His big tongue taking them away, the warmth of it makes your legs press together. He pulls away for a second before leaning in close again, this time his lips touching your eyes and cheeks. His other snake-like tongue pokes out, ghosting your lips. You gasp at the feeling, this was more than eating your tears. He was tasing you.

When he pulls away, his hands gently travel down, gripping your throat. "Don't keep this good news to yourself. Indulge me."

You blink a few times, getting a grip of your common sense. "I think I know someone who would let you do you thing at night. You could eat properly, get energy faster." He smiles widely at you, it's almost unsettling to see his sharp canines.

His talons play with your hair, "Do you?"

You nod, but for some reason they way he's looking at you is predatory. "Her name is Abigail." His smile falls. He releases you from his hold and scrunches his nose as though he smelled something foul. "I am not interested in taking advantage of women while they sleep."

"No!" you protest, "Let me explain!"

You tell Nyryx about Abigail's fascination with demons, her fantasies. He is stubborn at first, unwilling to listen further more. Yet, you persist. It's an easy cash grab. And you'll be there for more than one night. It's a perfect opportunity to store up his energy and stay satisfied until the full moon. You show him the bar, pointing to which window is her's.

"It's not even bad," you tell Nyryx, who is still hesitant on the idea. "She'll be into it. If not, you can just leave and we'll come up with a plan b, okay?"

When he finally agrees you show him how to high five. You're happy that you're taking another step closer to getting home, but a weird pit in your chest aches as you picture what is going to happen tonight.

You lay in the guest room, stretching your limbs out on the bed. A satisfied groan leaves you. You ate a big dinner and have a bed to sleep on? God has shown mercy on you.

Your room is small, but you're grateful. You have a single window that gives you a perfect view of the moon. You've always loved scenery, it's why you were standing at the beach in the first place. Your memories are cut short when you see a familiar flying beast go by. You sit up, ears straining to hear any sound of Nyryx or Abigail.

Her room is right next to yours, it shouldn't be hard to hear anything. It's not, you could hear the gentle steps of Nyryx's feet, the creaking steps adjusting to his weight. You should lay back down, mind your business, but you're so curious. And a little turned on.

You could hear the soft creaking of Abigail's bed, you nearly squeal in anticipation. Both of your windows are open, so you could hear pretty good even if the walls were soundproof.

You feel you stomach grow hot, your pussy getting wet. Man, you're such a pervert. But it doesn't stop you from hearing Nyryx shift on the bed. You put your back against the headboard and open your legs. It's different for the demon. He's literally designed to fuck women in the most controversial way possible. You though? You're doing this on your own free will. That makes it just a little worse.

You wonder what he's doing now. Is he going to wake her up? Is he going to fuck her with her clothes on? Will be just put it in? Or take his time?

You hand dips through your underwear, touching your warm folds. You keep quiet, softly rubbing your lower lips and spreading your wetness. You could hear Abigail toss and turn in her bed, humming softly. You imagine his touching her how you're touching yourself. He's getting her wet, prepared for what he's going to do.

You push a finger into yourself, biting your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. You slowly finger fuck yourself, staring outside the window. You haven't been with anyone recently, and this whole fiasco with being in another world had you stressed. It feels nice to allow yourself pleasure, relaxing into your own body.

You don't hear any moaning though, you suppose Nyryx does prefer to take his time. Or maybe he's stroking himself. You close your eyes and imagine it. You assume his dick would be the same color as his pale skin, but what about his tip? Maybe a bright red like a cherry on top. Or maybe a dark grey. The thought excites you.

You wonder how thick it could be. Hopefully you could wrap your hand around it, pleasuring him. You stick a second finger inside, a quiet whimper falls. past your lips. You imagine how it must feel to have Nyryx inside you, how warm it would be. You lift your shirt up to have your fingers play with your nipples. They harden immediately from the cold air.

You thrust your fingers in and out, thumb gently touching your clit. You hum, trying your best to keep your voice down. You hear the bed from Abigail's room move a little rough, he must be fucking her by now. But god, do you wish it was you. You wished you could feel how hard he is, how rough he would be with you and lick your tears away.

You thrusting harder, the squelching on your pussy getting slightly louder. You let your moans slip, making sure they're barely audible. You need more though, you want to feel it deep in your gut. You fingers are soaked in your juices and your knuckle deep, but you want more. Need more.

A gust of strong wind makes you shoot your eyes open, and you're staring into Nyryx's pitch black eyes. Your bed dips from his weight, and you jump at his presence. You were about to ask what he's doing before you become painfully aware of how deep your fingers are in you, how your chest is completely exposed.

You yank your fingers out of your pussy, a string of wetness connecting to your fingers. Your face burns with embarrassment, you were caught in literally the worst way possible. He remains quiet, face impossibly close to yours.

He reaches down one of his hands and grabs your hand that was inside of you. He places your fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste. "What are you..." you start, feeling the warmth of his mouth.

Nyryx takes your fingers out of his mouth, "I should be asking you that no? I arrive to do my thing and all I can hear is how delightful you sound, how delectable you smell. You tempt me with your taste, prey."

"I was going to pay it no mind," he informs you, slowly going down against your neck to your chest. "I found it unbelievable at the thought of your desire aimed at me. Yet, I could hear your pathetic fantasies loud in my mind. Your craving for a demon like me."

He takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue sliding messily across your breast. You grip the back of his head softly, pushing him closer to your body. Your other hand covers your mouth, suppressing your moans. When you peer down at him, you notice two horns onto his head. Those are new.

"Did that book tell you about my abilities? How I can feel the pooling desire from the women I take?" He asks. You shake your head in response, not trusting your voice. He smile with your bud in his mouth. "During the time of arousal, I can sense the human female's wants, so I may get the most of life force she can spare me. The other woman was responsive yes." He pauses, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. He kisses your nose, your cheek, then gives a peck of your lips. You hiss in a breath, feeling the wetness between your legs unbearable.

His teeth nip at your earlobe before he gently whispers in your ear, "You though, you overpowered any feeling she was producing. Your need for me was impossible to push away." His lips travelled down you neck, your chest, you stomach, finally to wear you were aching. Your breath hitched in your throat as you opened your legs wider.

"I'm sorry," was all you could manage. You disturbed his mission, but he seems quite happy about it to be honest. "I'm a pervert I know. I just couldn't help myself."

He laughs at your apology and excuse, sliding your underwear down your leg to hang off one of your ankles. "Do not give me your apologies, prey. Give me your desires."

He plants a kiss on your clit, one hand reaches up playing with your nipple while the other steadies himself at you waist. Maybe you'll both regret this in the morning, but with how much your pussy is pulsating you don't care for the consequences.

Nyryx relishes in your taste, as if he hasn't eaten a good meal in ages. Which is mostly likely true. He licks to collect your juices, holding the flavor on his tongue as he groans, "Fuck the heavens above, you are my salvation."

He pushes his face further into you, not caring about how your hands found purchase in his hair. You moaned as Nyryx sucked on your clit, teeth gently grazing your folds. He experimentally let his lips graze your pussy, placing kissing on your wetness.

It was comforting, feeling the man-beast care for every part of your skin. Nyryx was more than ecstatic to please you, it was obvious by the swishing of hit tail and the twitch in his wings. Your curious eyes caught onto his horns. Not huge, but they were definitely not there before. Maybe they come out when he's like this, you think.

You hummed in approval as his tongue went up and down your cunt, wet noises echoed in the room. Your moved one of your hands from his hair to touch his horn, gently sliding your fingertips against it. He halted for a moment, black eyes flicking up to your aroused ones.

"Do they fascinate you?" He asks in a low tone. He doesn't bother to stop his mouth from eating you, but he keeps his orbs on yours waiting for an answer.

"Yes," you breathe, resisting your moans to speak properly. "I want to touch them."

He laughs at your response making your body vibrate. "You have my permission, prey," he smiles. "I suggest you don't touch harshly, they are quite sensitive."

You grasp one of his horns in your grip, gasping at how slick it is. Almost as though it was dipped in oils to leave it smooth. You stroke it gently, amused by the lewd sounds it makes. Nyryx softly moans at your touch, his tongue getting more brave to dip into your entrance.

When you pulled your hands away from his horn, a string of wetness hung from your fingers. You brought your hand to your lips and licked, curious as to what it tasted like, You could feel Nyryx's eyes on your movements, his smile on your pussy as you gulped. It tasted sickly sweet, slightly salty, but the most noticeable part was the burn.

Not like spice, but like fire. It traveled from your throat to the depths of your stomach. You made a strange sound as it burned, mouth hanging opening as you craved more of the substance. Before you had the chance to shove your fingers in your mouth, you felt unbelievably hot. You felt how much you gushed out onto Nyryx's tongue and how lonely your throat felt. The sudden crave to have his cock deep in your mouth was almost unbearable.

Nyryx laughed almost manically at your behavior. He happily gulped your excess of essence and gave you one more lick before leaning forward to your face. His eyes searched your expression, noting the blush in your cheeks and the swell of your lips. He smiled.

"Is it here?" Nyryx's voice was teasing. His clawed hand gripped your throat softly, running it up and down you neck. "Are you burning here?"

You nodded immediately, a pathetic whimper left your lips. "Please," you begged, "Kiss me."

One of his eyebrows quirked up, he hadn't expected you to say that. He quickly put his playful smirk on and leaned in close, "Only because you asked so pleasantly."

His lips met yours, they were hot and drowned in the taste of your pussy which you more than happy to taste with him. He smiled when you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. Nyryx's hands slipped to your waist and pulled you close, opening with mouth wider. You felt the smoothness of his tongue, your pussy throbbed at how much it missed his soft muscle.

Nyryx suddenly shoved his tongue deep into your throat, not caring about the drool that pooled out of your mouth and his. You moaned, greedily sucking on his tongue and your hands gripped the back of his head.

Deeper, you wanted him deeper inside you. The burn and itch was not satisfied, you needed more.

You pulled away from him despite your body yearning for his lips. His eyes opened to yours curiously, head cocked to the side. Your hands traveled down his back, feeling his smooth grey skin and black wings. He shivered at your touch, eyes closing for a brief second.

Your hands went around to feel his chest, giving a playful pinch at his nipple. His eyes hot back open and he look surprised at your gesture, but wasn't displeased. Yours hands kept going down until you met the waistband of his trousers. You slipped your hand under, but Nyryx was quick to grab your wrist.

"I understand my aphrodisiacs got you excited, but refrain from taking charge. I do not like to be challenged," though his smile was flirtatious, he tone was dead set. You nodded, ignoring the aphrodisiacs he said you ingested.

He moved back so he had room to yank you down fully on the bed by your hips. You laid flat, excitement pooling in your stomach as his eyes took in your form hungrily. You would've squirmed by someone staring at you so intensely, but all you could think about was how much he was going to stretch you out.

Nyryx lifted your shirt above your head, discarding it quickly until you were completely nude underneath him. He followed suit, throwing his trousers off to spring his hard cock free. Your eyes travelled down and your jaw dropped. You legs closed instinctively, that won't fit.

You took in his dark cock, matching his grey tone. His tip was slightly darker, a contrast to the white pre-cum that was seeping out. If it wasn't his color that surprised you, it had to be his girth. The thickness made you salivate, you've never seen a dick so heavy.

You swallowed thickly, eyes peering back to his. Nyryx seemed pleased, taking delight in your surprise. "Do not be fearful," he says calmly, as if he's gone through this before. "I may be half demon, but I am not so cruel to not give you pleasure on my cock."

You let out a breath and bit your lower lip. It's been a while, can you really fit him? Still, you reopened your legs, holding them by the under thighs. He smiled, flashing his sharp teeth, "Good girl."

He grabbed his cock and slid it against your cunt, smearing both of your arousal all over. You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his warmth spread. You could feel the veins of his cock, the tip he ever so carefully ran on your pussy. You could feel his grip tighten on your waist as he hissed a breath in.

He humped you for a while, loving how you writhed and begged for him to shove his dick inside. His tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling your leg a little more open. You felt him adjust on his knees, poking his tip inside of you. Your body clenched immediately to slip him in, but to no avail. Nyryx only laughed at you pathetic attempts.

"Please," you cried, still keeping your voice into a needy whisper. "Nyryx I need it, it hurts." "Aww," he coos, leaning down to cup your face. "Is my little human going mad?"

You felt your heart clench, my little human. It was most likely bedroom talk, but it didn't stop the deepening blush in your cheeks. Rather than answering, you cried. Tears falling down your face like you had been cursed at. Nyryx leaned down and licked your tears, humming at your saltiness.

"Forgive me, prey. I have a bad habit of playing with my food," Nyryx apologizes. He places a tender kiss to your lips before sitting back up, this time with determination.

He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with you as he used his other hand to steady at your waist. You lifted your hips up at his movements, trying to find a position that would have it slip in the easiest.

Nyryx pushed forward, his tip going in easily. Your mouth fell open when he went deeper, pussy clenching around his thickness. You whimpered, but the pain was still pleasurable. The half-demon was careful though, grabbing a pillow from behind you to place under your hips.

He reached up to stroke his horn for a moment and used the same hand to stroke his cock, most likely to lube his dick up so it could continue sliding in with ease. It worked, finally settling deep into your cunt like it was always meant to be there.

You loudly cried out, forgetting where you were for a moment. It hurt so good, you spread legs more so he could shuffle closer to your body. He softly thrusted once, your while body moving with him. You moaned, the burn deep inside your belly was finally being snuffed out.

You reached up to bring him down to your lips, kissing him carelessly. He moaned into your mouth, moving his hips deeply inside you. You cried pleasurably into his mouth, loving how he stretched you. You studied his face to see he was screwing his eyes shut. It was like he was focusing.

Nyryx was focusing, it took so much control to not abuse your pussy. You were so warm, tight, so inviting to him that he this was more than just a meal. Sure, he's been hungry for this moment in general, but you made him want to indulge in his own dark desires. Taking you rough, yanking your hair as he took you behind. This though, he was content was seeing your face twist in pleasure. Maybe next time he'll take you how he wants to.

A particular thrust made you moan loudly, bringing him back to this moment. You grabbed him shoulders as Nyryx thrusted a little more roughly into you. His wing flared out slightly, as though he was suddenly possessive of your body. He sat back up, a bruising grip on your hips as he drove into you.

Don't scream, don't scream. you told yourself. But the way Nyryx was kissing the deepest parts of you proved that it was difficult. He had to silence you by clamping a hand over your mouth. Not that you minded, you enjoyed his manhandling.

The burning thrust of his cock had heat building in your lower stomach. You clenched around him to add more pressure, letting him know you were getting close.

Nyryx groaned at the feel of your tight cunt. "Give it to me, prey. I'm starving."

You were worried about how loud you two were being. The bed was repeatedly hitting the wall, your muffled wails were beginning to get loud, but the loudest was the skin-to-skin clapping. The indecent sounds that it made.

"Oh fuck Nyryx, please don't stop, please," you begged, muffled. The boiling in your stomach was going to spill out, you just need a little...

His hand left your mouth rub on your clit, spreading your juices all over your lower lips. You moaned. The rubbing was almost painful, but it was so desperately needed in order for you to cum.

You covered your own mouth as you came, muting the sounds of elation into your palms. You groaned with every thrust Nyryx pushed into you, fucking you through your orgasm. You could feel your juices drip down and you're sure there was a white ring around his cock. Rather than letting you up, Nyryx pushed unbelievably deeper, tip crushing your cervix as his hand kept playing with your pussy.

"No!" you cried, words slurring. "It's too much!"

Nyryx gave you a wicked grin, his horns leaking with what you think was arousal. "You're going to take it," he commanded. You were sobbing at this point. You were begging to be fucked, but now you were begging for the exact opposite. Though, a strange part of you loved being painfully overstimulated.

He stilled in your hips, moaning like a wounded animal as he came. You felt is gush into you, his warmth spreading inside your stomach. You moaned at his release, finally spared from his tortuous fingers on your clit.

He pulled out quickly, face going down to face your pussy before he stuck his tongue out. You pushed his head away, but his hands were faster. He intertwined your fingers with his own as he ate you out again, collecting your release and his own.

"Nyryx puh-leaseeee," you wailed. You legs were forced open by his tail, holding one of your thighs apart. He ignored your pleas, he actually laughed into your pussy. "You beg so prettily," he pulls away for a moment. "I almost want to listen."

You think he was going to spare you pity, but instead he laps on your abused, puffy clit once more. You became a babbling mess as Nyryx shoved his tongue deep inside you, making sure to get every drop you released. Your body weakly struggles against him, your sensitive clit twitching.

When he finally pulls away, he notices how wet your face had become. He feels a pain in his chest, perhaps he went a little too far this time. He released your hands from his hold and his tail relinquishes your thigh. Your legs immediately close and you wince at the sensitivity of your pussy.

Nyryx moves so he rests besides you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. He kisses the top of your head as you scoot closer to him, eyes feeling droopy. His fingers gently caress your arm, the other underneath you. Even his tail wrap comfortably around the lower part of your leg.

"Apologies, prey," his voice sounds distance, you know you're falling to sleep. "I was famished."

a/n: okay so it's gonna be longer than 4 chapters oops lmao.

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raven-moon33 · 11 months

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Hello everyone!

For those of you who’ve been reading my fanfic, A Kidnapping By Any Other Name, I have some good news.

I’m going to start uploading again on June 16th!

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First of all, while this will be A Kidnapping By Any Other Name, I’ve decided that I’m going to be re-writing the story.

There are a lot of things that were bothering me about the original version, because it was feeling more and more like a sloppy first draft as I went along (especially with the early chapters) since I was coming up with the story as I went.

Now, this does not mean I’m going to just be releasing a prettied-up version of the same content you’ve already read, nor does this mean I’m going to be changing the story into something completely different.

This is going to be the same story at its core, with a good number of the main scenes still included- it’s just going to have A LOT more content added to it, and it’s stuff I think you guys are going to love.

I’ll be keeping the original version up and making a new fic for this new version of the story, so no need to worry about me deleting the original.

All that aside, from June 16th onwards, I plan to update once a week on Fridays.

If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask and I’ll do my best to answer.

Thank you all for your support, and I look forward to seeing you guys on June 16th! :)

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persephoneflouwers · 8 months

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WIP Snippet ✨

This is a little extract from the non really traditional ABO fic I’m currently writing for the @omegaharryfest <3 (hopefully eheh)

He bursts out of the door, seeking some fresh air. He still feels his limbs burning. The hallway stretches before him, untouched by whatever happens to Louis inside his room. Sweat drips down his spine, itching with new uncontrollable chills.

At that very moment, Harry emerges from his own room, and he looks like a mess. With his disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes, Harry appears as if he had just weathered a storm. Dark circles under his bloodshot eyes hint at sleepless nights. His shoulders slump, as he shuffled through the corridor with a weary gait. The creases on his forehead seem etched in worry, betraying the deep lines of stress that mark his face.

Louis holds his breath. He really can’t smell Harry’s scent right now, or he might moan.

It’s so intense, it drives Louis insane. Panting, Louis keeps scratching subconsciously at his mark. Omega Princes claim their mates as their own with a mark. It is their ritual woven into the tapestry of their royal bloodline, heralding the beginning of a lifelong union. It is more of an initiation into the Royalty. With the mark from an omega prince, they are officially Royals too. No matter what Louis says though, with the mark still on his neck, he is still very much a Prince. Usually Omega Princes don’t get the bite, but Harry did ask for one.

As the scratching continues, Louis hopes to peel the mark away. It burns and itches and it pains how much it is making his alpha unsettled. The fucker is clawing at his chest like it wants to jump outside. Louis is losing it for real.

Harry and Louis share a knowing glance without uttering a single word. Louis breaks the silence first.

“You needed me.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asks in a hurry. Every inch of him tingles with nervous energy, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He quickens his pace, as if he needs to escape the brewing storm of confrontation. His footsteps echo on the pavement, matching the rapid beat of Louis’ racing thoughts. “No, I didn’t.”

“Where have you been?”

Harry has never walked faster. He barely glances at Louis when he walks by.

“Been busy.” Louis must feel very confused even to Harry’s senses, because he rushes to complete. “Been busy. Away. For—for important duty stuff. Somewhere where you definitely weren’t needed.”

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buttoncup · 2 months

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The Duality of Darkness Chapter 18 "Trial One" Preview... Azriel Pov

Azriel

The shadowsinger's whole being imploded, his mind, his soul...combusted into fragments and dust to quickly piece back together with far more awareness than he had been gifted with at birth.

He fractured silently just as the room burst with action all around him. His shadows became even more crazed and out of control as Azriel stumbled around in a daze, not seeing or hearing anyone that called his name.

People were leaving the room in a hurry, leaving the house to return to their own, laughing and joking with neighbours, gossiping along the outskirts of the room huddled in the darkest corners as if the shadows within would keep their spite hidden...didn't they know shadows were his to control? Didn't they all know he would make them pay for whispering about her? Laughing at her?

Rip, Tear, Kill... ...Bleed, sang his shadows in a swarm so loud it sounded like thunder in his ears.

Any other day and time Azriel would consume their secrets like a delicacy he only shared with good friends. Today though, his blood craved for something wild that had been buried down deep, something inside calling to him.�� Something secret that had just been answered after all of these years spent and wasted.

Mate.

His legs threatened to buckle as Azriel pushed away from Emerie's frowning eyes as she asked him a question. Her voice muffled and pointless.

Nothing mattered more now, he had to reach her. Reach Gwyn.

Did she know?

No. How could she?

Azriel's shadows coiled around him like vipers deciding when and whom to attack, rearing back still, until approached by the wrong person as he fought through his own racing thoughts. Their need to protect their master as strong as the desire to find and seek out Azriel's instinctual pull towards the scent that filled his senses to the brim.

She would not of stood away and in front of him, ignoring his presence so easily had she known. It would be impossible, this...this feeling that coursed through Azriel's veins, embedding itself down to the marrow in his bones.

Azriel's hand tremord slightly as he brushed his palm over his face, hoping to wipe the tell-tale shock from his face but his brothers - They fucking knew! They knew!...

Rhysand and Cassian were already there when Azriel spun around curling his lips and snarling low from the back of his throat, instinct overriding his brain, his chest pushing hard against Cassian's flattened large palm.

"Fuck." Hissed Cassian as he struggled to hold the spymaster still enough to stop anyone from catching the shadowsinger acting out of sorts. "Az, snap out of it!."

Cassian jerked to Rhys beside him to distract Nesta and Emerie but both women were far too perceptive, it would be only a matter of time before they both found out too. But another solid wall of Cassian's other hand shoved Azriel back a step, his red siphons flashing in Azriel's eyes. "Stop. This. Is. Not. The . Place", the general bit through gritted teeth as he nodded and smiled to curious passersby that eyed the pair.

"Az, look at me".

"How long?" Asked the shadowsinger, his voice turned to the one only those who met their end ever heard.

Rhys didn't reply as soon as Azriel had hoped, the shadowsinger growling at the High Lord through the link in minds, until his brother's calm voice spoke, amused, "I couldn't be certain..."

Azriel's roar would have made anyone else piss their breeches in an instant, "How. Long?". Azriel's shadows snapped and wrapped around him as his anger grew...

"...until five minutes ago.How long have we been here?" Rhys smiled behind Cassian, his eyes half closed to slits ready to grapple with whatever Azriel threw at him.

But it was Nesta who pulled the shadowsinger away, her pale eyes darting to his, searching, wide and worried. "Az, what is it? What happened?" She asked, placing a gentle hand on his arm, her voice low and firm.

Azriel blinked as his mind cleared. He couldn't let Nesta or Emerie know right now. He couldn't allow Gwyn to find out like this, not here , not after what had happened before she left...

"Nothing. Gwyn should not be here, in this cesspit of a court." He spat at the feet of those close enough to hear him. Pollux being one of them, the angel looking as disgruntled as Azriel. Azriel made a beeline for those white wings...

"Did I ever mention that Nyx managed to create portraits with that thing miss Quinlan called a phone?" Rhys asked, as though they were chatting about the weather.

"What?!" Azriel hissed as he turned around, stopping his long stride to stare at Rhys, perplexed and agitated like a cat that had captured a mouse, only for it to scurry away unharmed and out of reach.

Cassian's hold slackened enough so that he appeared to be having a lighthearted yet boisterous discussion with the shadowsinger lest anyone was watching them, they'd see a hulk of a brother messing with another testosterone fueled male. Typical illyrian brute behaviour, nothing more. Typical Night Court behaviour.

Nesta and Emerie had moved closer to the bulkier brother, watching carefully at the transaction between the usually close comrades. Too carefully.

Rhys nodded and pulled at the cuffs of his shirt sleeves from his jacket, "mhmm. He has an awful habit of taking them from the most unfortunate angles...but dare I say it, he could grow into quite the painter once he figuers out how to use a paint brush!", laughed the high lord, ignoring Azriel's wide confused eyes.

A beat passed as Cassian with brows high, looked to Rhys who continued to look as bored as ever. His violet eyes glancing at Beron who was talking animatedly with his sons and his jilted ex son-in- law.

Nesta and Emerie had decided to give them some space, sensing that it would be better to wait for Cassian to be alone to try and pry information from him, away from his brothers who would keep their mouths shut when it came down to secrets and Nesta. The Valkyrie knew how to get them out of her mate though, one way or another.

Azriel blinked, his mouth and eyes softening at the mention of his nephew. "Nyx?"..." Knows how to use the phone?."

"Oh yes, of course, I knew he would be talented, he is my son after all", grinned Rhys, narrowing his eyes as he assessed Azriel and found him no longer an issue to be resolved. "You should see him dance to the music!"

Azriel's mouth lifted in a crooked smile at that, his shadows calming with each slower breath and inhale.

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe...

"Can we move this along, some where else?" Muttered Cassian, looking between them and over to his wife, "Somehwere more private?". The general's eyes like daggers at the male silhouette speaking to Nesta and failing miserably to engage Emerie in a conversation. "Now?."

Rhys smiled and chuckled as he followed Cassian's line of sight, " What was it that Bryce called us for being over protective males again?".

Azriel remained silent as he followed behind Cassian and Nesta, flanked with Emerie at his side with Rhys taking the forefront.

Alphaholes. It was alphaholes.

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khepiari · 2 months

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LuSan Fic: What Gift Do You Want For Your Birthday?

Summary: AU. Domestic Fluffy. DILF Luffy x DILF Sanji. LuSan. Birthday Fic. NSFW.

Yes my second LuSan fic! It was supposed to come out earlier but I was distracted.

Birthdays don’t excite my Sanji, correction, his birthday doesn’t excite him. If it’s my birthday and if I asked, or if it was for any of his lady friends, colleagues, friends of friends. My husband would break his back, twist his knees, and grate his hands to prepare the best feast in the world.

I hugged him from behind, “Good morning, my lovely ocean eyes.” And kissed his cheek. He kissed my temple and moved me away so that I didn’t distract him. But I was a human octopus, if I latched on to him, he couldn’t get rid of me easily. That’s how I managed to win his heart and make him my husband.

“Go put on some clothes, please! A naked, shiny husband is too much for my eyes.”

“I am wearing boxers.”

“You are too buff and the boxers too tiny.”

I squeezed him harder, “Am I distracting you with horny thoughts?” I rubbed my morning stubble against his clean-shaven cheeks. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

When he realized I was in no mood to let him go, he hit my forehead with the spatula he was using to sauté the veggies, “Stand in that corner! And drink your milk before it turns cold.” He pointed at my protein-infused mug of milk that he prepared for me every morning religiously for seventeen years. I did as I was told and chugged my drink. As soon as I finished drinking, with Ninja-like precision, he took away my mug and dropped it into the sink and offered me his back view; which was sexy. “We are not twenty-something that you can manhandle me in the kitchen early morning.” So he was going to pretend it was an average workday and cook breakfast for us and lunch for me. He tried this every year, to downplay the importance of his day.

“It's very convenient to pretend to forget your birthday, honey,” I muttered under my breath softly.

“You said something?”

I took a better look at him, like every day, he was dressed in my T-shirt and a pair of loose trousers. He generally cooked wearing my old t-shirts because he didn’t feel guilty ruining them with oil splatters and grease. I was fine. After all, I was thankful that I was broader and buff than him, because my T-shirts fit him well, a little too well. As the lengths always differed, I got to see the beautiful sides of my coy husband. Today’s out-of-fashion white t-shirt was meant to be a tight-fit on me which I bought almost five years back, and it was super short on Sanji. It just ended above his belly button and when he moved around, I got a gorgeous view of the small of his back. I loved how the arc of his hips dimpled and curved. How was it possible to have such a tiny waist as a man was a question that bothered me. Now I wanted to slide my hands up the T-shirt, play with his nipples, and bend him over the kitchen counter. But Sanji warned me years back, that kitchen sex was forbidden. So I didn’t do what my dick wanted to do. Instead, went back to him and, “And happy birthday.” I slid an envelope into his pocket of his waist apron. “Shishishi! I love you.”

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54328078

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dayeongi · 4 months

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ULTRAVIOLET (8200 words) by dayeongi Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Summary: Five years after watching "Kurumi" disappear into a black van and being told not to ask any questions, Shikamaru finds himself getting entangled with her and her mysterious and exciting life. Temari had already put her year in Konoha behind her, focusing on her family, but fate's ties between her and Shikamaru make her question if everything has really been left in the past.

Relationships: Nara Shikamaru/Temari, Kankurou (Naruto)/Original Male Character(s), Gaara & Kankurou & Temari (Naruto) Characters: Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikamaru, Kankurou (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Original Male Character(s), Nara Shikaku, Sen (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Akimichi Chouji

Additional Tags: People being bad at feelings, Friends to Lovers, star-crossed lovers, Denial of Feelings, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - Politics, Slow Burn, Aromantic Gaara (Naruto), Past Child Abuse, Assassination Plot(s), Murder, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Transphobia, Dysfunctional Family, Childhood Trauma, First Love, Human Trafficking, Drug Dealing, Criminal Underworld, Author Is Sleep Deprived, no beta we die like shinobi, Eventual Smut, Ex Sex, First Time, Canonical Character Death Series: Part 3 of SETTING SUN AU

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chyheartfilia · 5 months

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Against the Heart Tree

Rhaewin Modern AU

1/1

Explicit

Moodboard

SILENT

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java-lava · 3 months

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As my new years resolution,

This year, I plan on doing at least two fics per month (may or may not include requests because if I see one that I get really inspired to do, then I’ll go ahead and do it.) that being said,

(I’m not including the Percy Jackson x Sister! Reader because that will be the other fic that I write, since I’m writing at least two a month)

If you send in a request, please check pinned post for what I will/will not write for.

Thank you! 💗

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anothermaraudergirl · 5 months

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Honestly me ending the last chapter I posted with “this is not the end” and then not updating since AUGUST is so iconic

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queenviserra · 1 month

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Ooh, deep and wild, hungry sea update!!!!

Chapter 13: The loved ones

Summary: Engagement feasts in the Red Keep cause a pleasant disturbance. Baelon spends an evening with his loved ones. Rhaenys gets very close to revealing a secret. In Driftmark, the Sea Snake receives a pleasant surprise when he receives a letter from his princess.

Preview: "I don't desire to see those lovely eyes of yours filled with sadness." Her uncle interrupted her thoughts by whispering this into her ear. "And they match so well with this lilac dress of yours."

"Oh, uncle, Baelon! You're always so kind to me. I had a variety of fabrics to choose from for my engagement gown, but my mama and grandmama advised me to choose colors that resembled our house. So I chose it to sew one dress for this feast."

Her throat filled with a sob that she barely held back. Lately, she's been feeling very emotional, more like a child than a bride-to-be who's ready to wed.

"I Know." Her uncle responded with a conspiratorial tone. "It was sent by me. One day, while leaving the castle, I came across a new merchant at the lion's gate. As far as I know, lilac is the color you like the most."

The sob finally came out of her throat, and she was about to run away when he gently stroked her hair.

"My belief is that it's time to dance, Rhaenys. My sons are eagerly anticipating their opportunity now that your sailor isn't here yet."

"I'll leave you in the hands of your beloved then, hm?" She teased him and witnessed his cutest blush. "Maybe later. For now, I plan to ask your mother for a dance since your father is busy with Boremund."

Rhaenys had a lovely smile towards him. "Maybe you should hurry up a bit then, since there are many ladies who would not hesitate to ask you for a dance themselves."