blueeclipsepaperstudent

[blueeclipsepaperstudent]

Lost souls - Chapter three | Lust x reader

Summary:

Prince of Lust is known for his cunningness, desirability, extravagancy and most of all – cruelty. He can give others the taste of pure joy and desire, but before his victims can grasp on those feelings, he takes it all. Together with any desire to live, what made a being a being, to feed his sin. Where once was utter joy, there was utter hell. But lust is never-ending and always left unsatisfied, just like gluttony – enough is never enough. And so, the prince keeps on taking and taking, yearning to fill that void inside his rotten and wicked soul, or what was left of it, and hiding this very truth from the world and himself behind his jovial and cunning persona.

Reader is a mere mortal, who is trying to make her world a better place by helping only pure souls that are left in the world and tries to improve their lives. At the age of 25 she graduated Veterinary University and became well-regarded by her colleagues. But no matter how hard she tried, sometimes her knowledge, skills and practice aren´t enough to saves lives that matter to her the most. That is sadly a part of her job, of medicine. She is average beautiful honest and perceptive young lady with big heart and sensitive soul, that was hurt and struggled to live many times in her life. And is struggling once again. What will happen when she somehow ends up in completely different world and timeline, far away from home?

What will happen when these two lost souls finally collide?  Will they find solace in each other, or will their difference only keep them forever apart?

Maybe their difference isn´t so big after all. 

Lust x our world!reader

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Warnings into the future: emotional struggle, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, small confidence, lust is a secret romantic, threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise (more warnings will be add in the future),

there will be probably no plot – it will be a journey of two souls finding their way to each other (with eventual porn)

This is for everyone who can´t wait for another book starring Prince of Lust. Because the book isn´t released (and who knows when it will be released) we don´t know his inside character. So this won´t be totally accurate and this is purely my imagination (hell I didn´t even read The Throne of the Fallen or The Throne of the Secrets, because it isn´t still translated to my language) what his character actually looks like. So, this fic will be probably rewritten once his book will be released :P.

And sorry for any grammar mistakes. As you probably found out English isn´t my native language.

AO3 - Lost Souls

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(Y/N) = your name                     

(Everybody knows this shortcut (just how many dirty fictions you read, you freak), but I will still give here an explanation.)

(Y/L) = your last name

(Y/Nn) = your nickname/short version of your name (given by your family)

(Y/C) = your favourite colour

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<<<< Chapter Two

>>>> Chapter Four

Chapter Three

Lust returned with his army, except for the men who stayed behind and searched the area, where they found the woman, for anything unusual or suspicious, to his wicked mansion along with the prisoner. A human girl. He had no idea how or why she had come here. How she had found her way into the Seven Circles with such dramatic entry, no less. He hadn´t seen or heard of this in his immortal life. This will cause a fuss that he didn´t want to deal with. He was rather enjoying the carefree time since the curse had been broken. But this could mean a much bigger a problem in the future. Something with the potential of changing the Circles forever. Of distortion. And it wasn´t something to be taken lightly. He knew that. Still, he played his role of jovial brother and leader, hiding his sharp and perceptive instincts underneath and showing them when necessary (or to get under the skin of one of his brothers), like a cat pulling out its claws.

When he arrived at the front door with his infamous sign welcoming his guests above it. He, his second and a few soldiers took the prisoner and followed the corridor in the furthest wing of his residence to the dungeon, where the iron cells were located. Iron could stop or cause harm to the Fae and other less known creatures that roamed the underworld.

This could certainly stop a human girl. They had to proceed with caution (in case she turned out to be something other than human).

The soldiers laid her on the floor in the pile of hay – a very poor imitation of a bed – and left the cell. Only he, his second – Amon – and the girl remained. They examined her more closely now, this time unhurriedly.

She was a small woman compared to him (who wasn´t), over five feet tall, with very pale skin. She wore some kind of dark blue trousers, that hugged her elegant (but perhaps too thin, not very healthy looking) legs, made of some material he hadn´t seen before, and some kind of sweater that hugged her neck and torso and a leather jacket. Her feet were covered in leather boots with heels and some sort of fastening on the outer side but still with laces at the front. It was strange to see mortal women wearing men´s clothing. Basically in anything that didn´t have a skirt.

Lust then looked at her face. She had round face with a slightly sharp jaw, but rounded cheek bones (which showed themselves probably more than they should) and just like her nose they were covered in small delicate freckles, which would undoubtedly show more of themselves under the summer sun, shadowed by her long eyelashes. She had bland pink mouth (surely as soft as rose petals, Lust thought) and dark and tired circles under her eyes. Her face was framed by her chestnut hair, which shone like gold and copper in the light, that crept its way into the cell, from the torch in the hall.

But in the summary, she wasn´t anything interesting (at least by looks). She was just ordinary woman. No weapons, no traces of magic. Nothing. 

Plain. Disinteresting. Unimpressive. Boring (if he didn´t count this particular event). Not worth the sin.

He exchanged glances with Amon, who had come to the same conclusion as him. And so, they left without a word, closing the guarded cell door behind them and leaving the dungeon. 

“Send the invitations to my circle to my brothers and their wives. I will change into something presentable. And when you are finished, bring the pack to the war room and then go to the cell and inform me, when she wakes up. And if our men find anything out of the ordinary in my circle, inform me as soon as possible,” the Prince of Hell said, when he reached the entrance hall, by the staircase that led to the wing with his bedroom. Amon left to obey his order without a word and to complete the task, leaving his prince alone.

When he reached his bedroom, he couldn´t help himself but sigh. He knew what was to come. Hours long discussion with his some more and some less insufferable brothers. Also with examination of the contains of the baggage, he had found along with the woman. He changed into black suit with matching vest decorated with silver thread and dark purple shirt underneath with top half of the button undone. To the contrast with the dark suit he picked out brown Oxfords. He summoned his crown of fire and then he left his chambers and headed for his war room, where he would wait for his brothers to arrive.

He hoped that some of them would put their habits of arriving socially-(un)acceptably late aside for once.

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He was sitting at the head of the table, one leg bent with his arm hanging from his knee, in a relaxed manner, displaying nonchalance. His brothers and sisters-in-law were already seated. Their seconds behind their backs. No one was late, not even Pride, who loved to irk our nerves and maintain the image of the debauched prince. Everybody had serious and unreadable faces, especially his brothers, who had mastered this mask centuries ago. He put on the mask as well, but with cunning look in his eyes untouched by the situation, when he took a look at everyone present. Wrath and Emilia weren´t the only ones who were initially enjoying themselves but were sadly interrupted. Camilla and Adriana looked a little shaken, but he doubted it was from the mortal woman, who had literally fallen from the sky. He did too indulge himself in times of pleasure, but it was practically his sin and it wouldn´t be him if he let it slide and didn´t comment on it. A little teasing never killed anyone.

“So, if everyone is here and everyone is properly satisfied- “he said with wry smile, watching with satisfyaction as Camilla and Adriana blushed a little but remained with stone faces. Envy said nothing, but he has put his arm possessively around his wife’s shoulder. Territorial bastard. Gluttony looked at his wife Adriana and smirked at her. She rewarded him with her famous look of anoyance, but her cheek got slightly redder, undetectable to a mortal´s eye. Her growing lust also gave her away. And Gluttony´s as well.

He barely could contain his disgust. Newlyweds. He couldn´t understand how they could be stuck with only one lover or lose the games of courting and chasing, which were sometimes more thrilling than the act itself. Especially his brother Gluttony, who was almost as licentious as Lust. He often advised his brother to fuck out his frustrations from this reporter. With the SAME reporter. He didn´t expect it would eventually come to this.

Maybe it shouldn´t be surprising. The opposites attract after all.

“- we can start discussing on how to solve this occurrence.”

But most of all, he couldn´t understand, how so he didn´t already have some nephews or nieces running around and causing chaos with all the essential fucking that was going on in the three Circles of Hell. The three couples were fucking like animals in heat. Even more times than him and that was something.

It was true that he was fucking so much he could have accidentally produced an heir already. However, he was taking contraceptives and his lovers as well (he always made sure of it) and since he was immortal in addition, it was practically impossible to impregnate one of his female lovers. It was much harder for immortals to have children, because of the very long or in some cases - like him and his brothers or Emilia - eternal life. But he doubted that THEY had had the time or break to take some properly. Although he doubted there existed contraceptive that would help with the amount of sex his three brothers had. If he wasn´t the prince of lust, he would definitely blush. 

“Did you find anything interesting on her?” Greed asked him.

He shook his head. “No weapons, no traces of magic. Only this baggage and strange clothing.”

“What strange clothing?” Gluttony´s wife wondered.

“She had trousers from material I have never seen. Shoes with some fastening I also haven´t seen in my whole life, the same one you can see on the pack,” he pointed out. With the last sentence he drew the room´s attention to the object, that was lying on the table in the centre of the meeting.

“Shall we open it?” Lust asked.

He could feel the tension, anticipation and curiosity in the air. Everyone rose up from their seats to get a proper look at what was inside. As Lust reached for the curious fastening, he could see from the corner of his eye that Gluttony looked at his reporter and took her hand, ready to protect her. As for Envy, he literally hid his wife behind his back. Camilla was cautious but also curious as she peered over her husband´s shoulder.

The pack was made of leather, but it didn´t look like real leather. Odd. The fastening had some small stick on one hand of the fastening, he reached for it and pulled up. It didn´t do anything. He wanted to try again pull the stick to the side this time, but his lazy brother had to leave a smart remark.

“Try to pull it to the side and copy the way of the –“

“I know, smartass,” Lust looked at Sloth irritated.

“Brothers,” his brother Wrath spoke out with authority, “now isn´t the time for your bickering.” He fixed them with THE look. Lust swallowed another comment. Now wasn´t the time.

He opened the pack and looked inside. There were some items he had never seen before. He took them out, one by one.

Firstly, he took out a wallet. Inside were some cards with pictures and some bank notes and coins of different sizes. Bank notes weren´t commonly used (at least not yet, mortals didn´t trust them), but the coins were a usually used currency in this century, but he didn´t recognize this embossing. Greed reached for them and looked closely at them.

“I don´t recognise the currency,” he muttered in concentration, his eyes narrowing. Then he continued: “But the embossing is very precise. I have never seen such work like this before.”

Envy was examining the cards. “On each card there is a name. The names match. (Y/N) (Y/L).”

“Is it the name of our Miss Unknown?” Gluttony wondered. 

Then he took out a thin black mirror. Next was a thick book with a very precise image painted on the cover. Too precise even for an immortal being. And an unfinished piece of crochet. The last object was some thing in the shape of the letter “Y”. One end was round and flat and the other end was made of two parts that could come into ears. It was made of metal and some strange material.

“And what is that?” Sloth picked it up and examined it. His attention was captured. He touched and tested the material with his gloved hands.

“Is there anything else?” Pride asked.

Lust turned the pack upside down. Blue gloves fell out. Also made of unknown material.

Lust picked up the book and began to read. “Look at this, the hell Prince of Lust, has taken a book in his hand. Has the Day of Judgement finally come?” Sloth teased him for all the times his brother insulted him of his laziness and lack of want to indulge in his sin society, because he would rather hide somewhere and read a book.

“Say one more world and I will send you to your circle,” Lust snarled at him. His hand itched to take out his house dagger and plunge it into his brother´s chest up to the hilt. And twist it. Sloth mockingly raised up his hands as in surrender.

Lust briefly inspected the book until he reached the last page. At the bottom of the page there was a code of numbers and letters, the name of the publisher and the date of the first edition. This caught him off guard. Shock crossed his face and before he could get his emotions under control, Camilla, who was still hiding behind Envy´s back (strange he thought – Envy hadn´t been so territorial or possessive like this before) took notice of his bewilderment. 

“What is it?” she whispered. Everyone in the room turned to him.

“There is a date of the first edition.”

“So?” Pride asked.

 “The printed date says it was published in the year 2024.”

Silence. Utter, complete, shocked silence.

“Give it to me!” Pride demanded, but he didn´t wait for his brother to simply hand it to him. He just ripped it out of his hands and looked at the date himself. Then he looked at the rest in confirmation, shock in his eyes.

The princes of hell were very powerful. They possessed great abilities, powerful magic, eternal life. Even knowledge like no one else in existence except the Creator. They can cross space, they could be in the Seven Circles in one moment and they could be behind the seas or the land of mortals in the next moment, but none of them can cross time like that. The Shifting Isles were an exception. They were unique in their own way, there were no rules that would applied to them. And for some reason there are no rules that would apply to her either. No mortal could cross space and time. Not even the witches or werewolves. Werewolves could travel between the worlds and entry the Spirit realm, yes. But never time.  

Who in the name of the old gods is this woman?

Then his second entered and cut through the tension in the room. “My lord. She is waking.”

[blueeclipsepaperstudent]

Lost souls - Chapter two | Lust x reader

Summary:

Prince of Lust is known for his cunningness, desirability, extravagancy and most of all – cruelty. He can give others the taste of pure joy and desire, but before his victims can grasp on those feelings, he takes it all. Together with any desire to live, what made a being a being, to feed his sin. Where once was utter joy, there was utter hell. But lust is never-ending and always left unsatisfied, just like gluttony – enough is never enough. And so, the prince keeps on taking and taking, yearning to fill that void inside his rotten and wicked soul, or what was left of it, and hiding this very truth from the world and himself behind his jovial and cunning persona.

Reader is a mere mortal, who is trying to make her world a better place by helping only pure souls that are left in the world and tries to improve their lives. At the age of 25 she graduated Veterinary University and became well-regarded by her colleagues. But no matter how hard she tried, sometimes her knowledge, skills and practice aren´t enough to saves lives that matter to her the most. That is sadly a part of her job, of medicine. She is average beautiful honest and perceptive young lady with big heart and sensitive soul, that was hurt and struggled to live many times in her life. And is struggling once again. What will happen when she somehow ends up in completely different world and timeline, far away from home?

What will happen when these two lost souls finally collide?  Will they find solace in each other, or will their difference only keep them forever apart?

Maybe their difference isn´t so big after all. 

Lust x our world!reader

-----------------------------------

Warnings into the future: emotional struggle, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, small confidence, lust is a secret romantic, threesome, penis in vagina sex, oral sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, violence (more warnings will be add in the future),

there will be probably no plot – it will be a journey of two souls finding their way to each other (with eventual porn)

This is for everyone who can´t wait for another book starring Prince of Lust. Because the book isn´t released (and who knows when it will be released) we don´t know his inside character. So this won´t be totally accurate and this is purely my imagination (hell I didn´t even read The Throne of the Fallen or The Throne of the Secrets, because it isn´t still translated to my language) what his character actually looks like. So, this fic will be probably rewritten once his book will be released :P.

And sorry for any grammar mistakes. As you probably found out English isn´t my native language.

AO3 - Lost Souls

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(Y/N) = your name                     

(Everybody knows this shortcut (just how many dirty fictions you read, you freak), but I will still give here an explanation.)

(Y/L) = your last name

(Y/Nn) = your nickname/short version of your name (given by your family)

(Y/C) = your favourite colour

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<<<< Chapter One

>>>> Chapter Three

Chapter Two

I took off my face mask as the patient let out his last breath, no resuscitation helped him. I let out a weary sigh to the beeping of the monitor expressing my another failure.

“Time of death – 12:38,” I said, looking at my colleagues, who looked as tired and as grim as I did.

I left the operating room without a word, leaving the rest of the work to my colleagues. I took off my blood-soaked clothes and gloves and threw it into the thrash. I washed my hands and left the death behind me and started looking for a place to hide from everyone.

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I woke up to the alarm of my phone. Sign for me to get up. So I did. Ignoring the fact that it was getting harder with another day and another failure.

I did my morning routine, got dressed, took my keys and left my small, quiet cottage-like house to face another day at work.

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I was doing some paperwork in my office, which was attached to the clinic I had set up. After graduating the Veterinary university, I spent a year traveling across the world – Canada, Scotland, Ireland, Netherlands, Spain, Madagascar, Japan and many places in Africa and Asia - improving my skills and knowledge, gaining more practice and experience. When I returned home I set up a clinic, which helped the horses, farm animals, small animals, also wildly living animals that found themselves at the rescue stations. My clinic also cooperated with zoo. I wanted to help as many animals as I could. So, I hired the best of the best veterinarians, who shared my goal and passion, in my country and one from another country and soon our clinic became one of the best and acknowledged.

This clinic became my child and I was very proud of it. I loved my work and I still do. But recently my failures were getting the best of me. I wasn´t getting joy from any of my patients I could help and instead my mind was overwhelmed with patients I wasn´t able to help.

I took a sip of an energy drink I had poured myself. One could think I had taught myself to drink coffee, since I had attended a very difficult university. I despised bitter things and never got over it. But I really could use a dose of real caffeine right now. Good sleep was avoiding me for a long time and I needed to stay awake during the work.

I was lost in the words and letters on the blindingly white paper when the knock was heard.

“Come in,” I called out not lifting my head from the paperwork.

My colleague entered and sat down in front of my desk without saying a word. I couldn´t look at her. I still felt ashamed of yesterday´s exitus.

“How are you feeling?” my colleague said carefully. Like it was supposed to trigger some rampage.

“I feel fine” I lied with the most convincing smile I was capable of. I even looked from the papers and gave her my best smile to her. I wanted to convince her that she didn´ have to worry about me.  I didn´t want be a burden or let anyone down with my inner turmoil. But she always saw through my lies. It was a pathetic and naïve attempt. 

“Liar.”

Didn´t I say so?

I sighed and leaned against the back of the chair. I didn´t want to look at her. I knew that if I did, the dam of tears would finally break. And I didn´t want to look weak in front of her. I am her boss after all. I am supposed to be someone she could depend and rely on when everything fails and crumbles down.

“What do you want me to say?”

She remained silent for a few minutes studying my face. I tried to hold everything in, not to let anything of my true feelings to the surface. Then she said: “We´ve all noticed you´ve been out of your skin for a while now.”

I swallowed.

“There is no life in your eyes lately. You are not the same as you were the first day we started working together,” she continued with a hushed tone. Still no reply from me. “You can talk to us, you know. We are your family, you can tell us what is troubling you. You can rely on us.”

“I am the one you are supposed to rely on.”

“But you are human too. It is not a shame to feel lost and troubled. Especially with us. Boss or not. We are in this together,” she said with such a soft tone. Like I would break down if she raised her voice. Maybe I would.

Tears were prickling my eyes. I blinked many times to make them go away, but it wasn´t helping. I inhaled some air trying to say something, however I couldn´t bring myself to it.

My colleague rose from her seat and came to me, feeling and seeing my struggle. She kneeled before me and took my hands in hers.

And I broke down. The tears were flowing from my eyes endlessly. The more I tried to stop them the more were flowing. And my colleague held me in my arms, shushing me, comforting me. I grabbed her uniform in my fists and cried harder. She reassured me many times that it was okay. It was okay to cry. It was okay to let it all out. That I will feel lighter once I will get it all out.

But the truth was I didn´t lighter or better. Actually, I felt even worse.

“What is bothering you?” she asked me while I was calming down from what felt like hours long mental breakdown. But I think she already knew the answer. She just wanted to hear it from me.

“I am a failure,” I exhaled, my voice clouded in tears and full nose. She didn´t reply. She waited for me to explain.

“I failed one life yesterday. I failed 3 lives last week. And another ones last month. I couldn´t do anything to save them,” I cried out.

“But you have saved and helped so many lives in between. You are not a failure.” she paused and the continued.

“Death is a part of our job. No matter how far we have come with technology and knowledge, there are some things that cannot be cured, that cannot be treated. Sometimes we must give our patients procedures, but we don´t know for 100 % if the patient can endure the procedure or treatment, but we have to do this procedure, because we haven´t found a better way, yet. There's also the question of whether there is a better way.”

“I know that. But I cannot get rid of the feeling that I am not doing enough. That I can do more. That I should have tried more,” I whispered. I had never felt so small in my entire life like I felt at that moment. The anxiety making me smaller and smaller, making me a small, pressurised ball ready to finally explode. My chest was hurting, I couldn´t lift the weight of the guilt I felt.

My friend opened her mouth, tried to say something, but then someone burst into my office.

“It´s Freya!”

Both of us got up from the floor, entering the doctor mode, and rushed to the room, where we were looking out for our patients. Freya has been here practically since her birth diagnosed with muscular dystrophy. We were giving her strong inhibitors, so she could experience a normal life as much as possible, since the owner didn´t want put her down. However, she wasn´t responding much to the inhibitors. She already had a high dosage (as much as we could give her), everybody had expected some improvement would finally show up like it was in the case of other patients with the same disease.

The improvement had never showed up. The disease was progressing rather fast. Still she remained a happy and curious foal. She easily crawled into our hearts.

We arrived at her box. She laid there breathing heavily. Not moving.

We quickly got to work.

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After hours of work, trying to make her cling to life, Freya was gone.

Another lost life to my list.

For the rest of the day everyone worked as best as they could, trying not to let sadness get to them. I contacted the owner, telling her the bad news. She arrived in an hour, and we handed her the foal for cremacy or burying. She arrived and left without a world, but I saw the resentment and accusations in her face.

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I worked until evening, some of my colleagues already left in the afternoon, other colleagues arrived for the night shift.

I changed my work clothes to civil – black turtleneck and dark blue jeans -, put on my backpack and left the clinic. I didn´t have a car. I always used public transport. But I wanted to be alone right now, so I decided for a walk. It will be a long and tiring walk. Normally I was lazy to walk for so long (and didn´t have any stamina for it), but tonight I wanted to punish myself.

After an hour of walk I reached the bridge. Another half an hour was ahead of me until I reach my lonely home, where nobody was waiting for me. I gave myself a break and stopped, leaning on the railings. I looked at the depth beneath me. Dark and cold river flowing, not caring what else she took with it. Never stopping. A constant in this world. A complete mindless part of this world, but as much important. I wanted to be like the river. I wanted a clear mind. I didn´t want to care about the rest of the world.

I looked at the sky and wished I could live without guilt, without fears, without failures. I wanted to come home and have somebody there, who will hold me as I break down and then put my pieces together. I wanted to live happily like the foal until the very end. I wanted to enjoy my life as I have before.

I closed my eyes and made the wish.

Then I came to my senses and laughed at my nativity. Wishes were for the kids. Happiness was for the lucky ones, the chosen ones. I wasn´t one of them. And I will never be. I continued my walk ignoring the passing cars.

Suddenly, there was a loud and urgent car horn behind me. I turned around and was blinded by hitlights. The horn still sounding. I put my arms in front of me in pathetic attempt to protect myself. And then everything got dark.

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I didn´t know where I was, I couldn´t open my eyes no matter how much I tried. My body wanted to give up to the unconsciousness. I was cold.

I heard someone´s footsteps approaching me. Somebody touched my neck and then I heard someone talking, but I heard them like I was under water. I couldn´t make up the words. Somebody moved my body, but I lost the battle and fell to the arms of unconsciousness.

[blueeclipsepaperstudent]

Lost souls - Chapter one | Lust x reader

Summary:

Prince of Lust is known for his cunningness, desirability, extravagancy and most of all – cruelty. He can give others the taste of pure joy and desire, but before his victims can grasp on those feelings, he takes it all. Together with any desire to live, what made a being a being, to feed his sin. Where once was utter joy, there was utter hell. But lust is never-ending and always left unsatisfied, just like gluttony – enough is never enough. And so, the prince keeps on taking and taking, yearning to fill that void inside his rotten and wicked soul, or what was left of it, and hiding this very truth from the world and himself behind his jovial and cunning persona.

Reader is a mere mortal, who is trying to make her world a better place by helping only pure souls that are left in the world and tries to improve their lives. At the age of 25 she graduated Veterinary University and became well-regarded by her colleagues. But no matter how hard she tried, sometimes her knowledge, skills and practice aren´t enough to saves lives that matter to her the most. That is sadly a part of her job, of medicine. She is average beautiful honest and perceptive young lady with big heart and sensitive soul, that was hurt and struggled to live many times in her life. And is struggling once again. What will happen when she somehow ends up in completely different world and timeline, far away from home?

What will happen when these two lost souls finally collide?  Will they find solace in each other, or will their difference only keep them forever apart?

Maybe their difference isn´t so big after all. 

Lust x our world!reader

-----------------------------------

Warnings into the future: emotional struggle, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, small confidence, lust is a secret romantic, threesome, penis in vagina sex, oral sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise (more warnings will be add in the future)

there will be probably no plot – it will be a journey of two souls finding their way to each other (with eventual porn)

This is for everyone who can´t wait for another book starring Prince of Lust. Because the book isn´t released (and who knows when it will be released) we don´t know his inside character. So this won´t be totally accurate and this is purely my imagination (hell I didn´t even read The Throne of the Fallen or The Throne of the Secrets, because it isn´t still translated to my language) what his character actually looks like. So, this fic will be probably rewritten once his book will be released :P.

And sorry for any grammar mistakes. As you probably found out English isn´t my native language.

AO3 - Lost Souls

----------------------------------

(Y/N) = your name                     

(Everybody knows this shortcut (just how many dirty fictions you read, you freak), but I will still give here an explanation.)

(Y/L) =your last name

(Y/Nn) = your nickname/short version of your name (given by your family)

(Y/C) = your favourite colour

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>>>> Chapter Two

Chapter One

His Highness, Prince of Lust, also known as Amobius, was returning to his chambers from one of his many sinful festivities hosted by him. With his sin fed (almost) to the brim, never sliding his mask of sly cat, he was walking down the empty hallway to the stairs leading to the highest floor. With his crown of flames on his head he was getting further from the main still on-going event, more extravagant and outrageous than the last, echoes of screams and moans from pleasure trailing behind him and fuelling his smugness. After a while the moans from the main hall faded into the void of silence and replaced by the laughter and giggles of two selected members of his court awaiting his arrival in his bedroom.

Two she-demons were waiting for him in his bed and from the sounds they had probably started without him. Which he only confirmed, when he opened the carved black oak door.

He saw them already naked, lying on his bed. A woman with dark skin and untamed black hair was lying on her back, her legs spread out, revealing her glistening and horny pussy for the whole underworld to see. However, her womanhood was being occupied with the other woman´s hand. She had snow-white skin and snow-white hair. Her eyes also lost her colour and was watching with her grey eyes how her small pink fingers thrusting into the pink folds of her companion, before she moved her lips to the dark nipples.

Lost in the mutual pleasure, they didn´t notice his arrival. Their moans covered the sound of the door opening. And that made his cock instantly hard.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” His voice got the snow-white woman´s attention, but the ebony woman was too lost. So when the albino stopped her ministrations, the other couldn´t help but let out a whimper of frustration.

“Starting without me I see,” he couldn´t help himself but grin, when both let out a load moan as he slowly slid his silver suit jacket off his body. Their stare slid down his body and stopped at the tent in his gray pants.

“This cannot go unpunished,” he purred.

“We are deeply sorry, our prince,” they said in unison.

“Really? Then you better prove how deeply sorry you are,” he said as he moved to the armchair and made himself comfortable by the bed. Too far for their liking.

“We saved the biggest show for you,” said the ebony.

“Yes, we didn´t want to deprive you of anything, Your Highness,” the other spoke out apologetically.

“Then what are you waiting for. I am here, show me.”

The dark demon still stretched out, reached for the other´s neck to bring her closer for a deep kiss. Their tongues dancing around.

Lust slowly slid of his trousers along with his undergarments and took his long and wide girthy cock in his hand and pumped it slowly, enjoying the show.

Then they stopped kissing and the snow-white got lower to the womanhood of her partner, and gave her pussy a long lick, stopping at her clit and playing with the top with the tip of her tongue. The ebony let out a surprised loud moan. Before she could register what was happening behind the fog of pleasure, snow-white straddled her leg and scissored her pussy.

The prince watched with a smug face and cock in his hand, his other arm behind his head, silently enjoying the show.

They continued their ministrations until they reached their climax and when they came down from their high, he moved his body behind the snow-white demon, positioned his pride with her entrance and penetrated her tight heat. He groaned and watched how the ebony woman dropped to her knees, lowered her face to the soft pillows and raised her upper body, pushing her unsatisfied pussy into the mouth of the demon he fucked without mercy. His pace picked up a little as he watched the albino devour the other.

Suddenly he stopped his thrusts and pulled out, much to the woman´s displeasure.

“It is not fair that she is the only one who gets her pussy eaten, is it? You,” Lust pointed at the dark woman “come here and turn around. And you,” he pointed to the other, “sit on her face,” he ordered.

They obeyed, maybe too eagerly, and did as he said.

He thrusted his cock into the wet pussy and the demon mewled at his size. She was soon silenced by their companion´s cunt. The companion began to ride her partner´s tongue as she touched her own body, her head tilted back. The demon on top exposed her throat to him and he didn´t miss the opportunity. He attacked her throat while maintaining his other ministrations, then his mouth moved its attention to the lips of the female demon. They kept going on approaching their climax. Then that´s when something caught his attention.

A slight brightness crossed his eyelids.

He stopped his actions, slipped out and his one-time lovers expressed their annoyance. He silenced them with raised hand and moved to the balcony. And saw something that reminded him of his Fall, when he was kicked out of Heaven with his brothers to follow Samael.

A ball of light was approaching the land, falling from the night sky. He was shocked to see such sight, but he hadn´t shown it. When his companions began to take in the strange situation, they also moved to the balcony as well and stood by his side.

“What is that?” one demon whispered at his side. He didn´t care which one.

The source of light then landed. At the border of his circle. Then he heard a knock on his bedroom door. His second.

“Enter,” he called out from his place.

Then the male entered, completely unaffected by the nakedness of the three. Nudity was a common thing in his circle. And it wasn´t the first time he had seen his prince´s nudity as well.

“We registered an unidentified object falling from the sky.”

“I noticed,” he grumbled.

“What are the orders, sir?”

He sighed and gave this situation a little thought. He hadn´t heard of anything like this. He had no idea, what it was. He doubted there was another rebellious angel that left the heaven as well. It was thousands of years ago. This could be dangerous.

“We will check it out. We will find out who or what has entered my circle without my permission. And contact Prince Wrath, if he hasn´t already noticed. This is unheard of. “

As his second took his leave, not even turning to the females, he ordered: “Leave.”

And they left without a word. Lust cleaned himself and dressed himself in leather and light armour in a minute and left his bedchambers, too.

He left the palace and mounted his horse. With his army he rode towards the direction, where the brightness was seen. In a few minutes he arrived at the destination. But what he had found was not what he had expected.

He slowly approached the object with drawn out sword, soldiers behind his back.

No. No object. A woman.

There was laying a human girl, unconscious, strangely dressed in trousers, not a skirt, made of a material he didn´t recognise. Baggage at her back. She was over twenty. Brown hair. Pale skin with freckles on her nose and cheek bones.

His sense told him she was certainly a mortal human, but he has never heard of human who could emit such light.

He was checking if she was breathing and her heart still beating, when his brother and his wife transvenio next to him. He sensed their shock he felt as well, when he had found her, but still they didn´t show any emotion.

“She is alive. She is breathing, her heart is beating and there are no signs of any injuries,” he informed them.

“She fell from the sky and she doesn´t even have a broken hair on her head?” Emilia wondered aloud. He hummed in agreement, still processing the strange situation. The answer was hidden from him. He put on his act again and I decided to play a little game with them.

“What should we do with her? Should I get rid of her and be done with it, so we could go on with our lives? I actually had some important things to do,” he asked with a lazy smile.

“We don´t know, who she is, how she got here or if there will be others. We can´t just kill her. And I don´t think fucking demons around are such important things to do,” Wrath said with stern face.

“Oh, come on. Like you didn´t fuck you wife just now,” Lust teased the couple as usual. Judging the state of their hair, it wasn´t too hard to figure out what activities they have indulged in moments ago. Especially when he could still feel his sin dripping from them. Wrath looked at him indifferently (even though the frozen tips of grass gave away his frustration), but his wife failed, looking away, the tips of her ears reddening. He chuckled at her reaction. How could she still act so shy and innocent? Guess the once mortality is still lingering.

“We will take her to your mansion,” his king ordered.

“Why mine? Isn´t this some serious matter, that should be discussed at your place?”

“She ended up in your circle, didn´t she? So we will discuss it in your circle. I will contact the others to come as soon as possible. And because of this serious matter I expect you to grant them an invitation to your court.” Wrath took Emilia´s hand and disappeared, leaving him to do the work, before he could object. Or complain.

Lust grunted. Such a ruined night.

He ordered his soldiers to bind her hands and legs. They got her on one of the horses and returned with him to the palace. Lust knew that from now on there would be a lot of work and trouble, destroying this short period of ease.

He grunted again. What a ruined night indeed.