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The City Bathed in Eternal Night

Description: The professor of the City of Vesser is well known all about the land for fighting a werewolf curse. But hardly would you have imagine that he would ask of you to be his assistant.

Pairing: M!Werewolf x F!reader

Rating: NSFW

Words: 6722

Commission for @thatoneslooth

The City of Vesser.

It was a beautiful city filled with glittering lights, which adorned the many buildings that lined the streets. It was a gorgeous, once bustling city that was bathed in endless night.

Once, it did prosper… until a wicked werewolf curse seemed to tear the city, and her people, apart.

The train ride was always peaceful. Very few people felt compelled to risk traveling here as nobody knew how this dreadful curse truly worked—how it could affect people. Some even panicked that it could travel from person to person like a plague.

Regardless, it didn't prevent you or others from visiting. You didn't live here, but you needed to get to town for other reasons beyond just visiting this time.

It was miles away from any nearby town, village, or city. It lived alone near the mountainside, shrouded in that mysterious darkness that never lifted.

But you couldn't deny the beauty of it. Even sitting alone in your seat, you saw the approaching maw of the mountain that would open up to the jeweled City of Vesser in time.

Sometime during the drive, you glanced over and noticed a man resting in a way that made him seem like he had fallen asleep on the train ride.

He was well dressed, even wearing a type of dark coat with a fancy top hat resting off to the side of his seat that you would expect from someone of Vesser over anybody else in the world. The cane on its own was quite lavish as well. The grip had beautiful swirling designs. Your eyes traced over them many times before feeling a bit sick in doing so.

Honestly, he didn't look old. The main thought that came to your mind was he had to possibly have been someone in a place of power to afford such a flaunting of wealth.

Hearing the conductor announce the approaching train station in Vesser, both you and the unnamed man looked to the speakers overhead. Catching his bearings, he muffled a sigh to himself as he grabbed his top hat to place upon his brown hair. He sat upright out of the slouched position.

“Time eludes me too often,” he muttered to himself, digging into his coat’s inner pocket to pull out a pocket watch hidden there. “And what of yourself? Visiting, are you?”

It was there you realized he was possibly speaking to you since you were both the only ones in the cart. “Oh, umm. Yeah, just for the month, really. To see if I can find work and all that. I hear that there are quite a few openings for things I am good at.” You laughed nervously. “Don't know whether that’s good or not, all things considered.”

The nameless man fixed his glasses upon the slope of his nose. His brown eyes drifted in your direction as a warm smile spread upon his features. “Ah, been here often then, I’m to assume. Or are you here for more than just job hunting?”

His tone seemed to be hunting for something. You rolled your teeth over your lower lip, shaking your head. “Sometimes I visit. I don't come that often, but just enough to know my way around the shops and all.”

His tone was gentle, soothing as he replied, “That’s wonderful then. Do mind the townsfolk, my dear. It’s a bit of… well, the Hunters are usually out in full force about this time.”

He sounded annoyed by that statement.

You knew of the Hunters. During the height of the full moon, the curse seemed to spread like a wildfire. More and more of the werewolves would spawn from the shadows, causing only those that were well gifted in rounding up these beings or shooting them down to take to the streets.

“I didn't realize it was that time for such a thing.”

When the train came to a halt, the man pushed himself to his feet with the assistance of his cane. “Then it would probably be in your best interest to be escorted by someone.” He motioned for you to follow. “If you wish, I can assist you in such a thing.”

He seemed well put together for someone his age, even for someone who appeared to live here in this cursed city. In just a few short words, you found yourself feeling safe. So you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need to get to the hotel off of Kingsberry Lane. I wish to stay there for a bit till I can get enough money to afford a small apartment of my own.” You weren't sure how much you should divulge to someone you didn't know.

As the door opened with a few grinding gears and a huff of steam, he stepped to the side and motioned outward. “After you, my dear.”

It was there you introduced yourself, figuring it would be better than the pet names.

He grabbed the rim of his hat, moving it slightly with a minor bow. “Professor Arthur Layton, at your service,” he introduced in turn.

Hearing that name, you found yourself nearly choking on your breath. “Professor Layton…As in the Professor Layton of Benithaine?”

“I suppose it’s been many a year now that my name has become infamous where a ‘the’ has ridden before it, but—yes, I do suppose I am that Professor Layton,” he said jokingly.

“Your reputation precedes you, professor,” you said with a bit of flattery. “Even miles from here—where I live—I’ve heard tales of what you do.”

He was the professor studying the reasoning behind the werewolf curse. Some claimed he was an obnoxious pacifist, making the Hunter’s work all the worse if he ever showed up on the scene. He was under the belief that most—if not all—werewolves could be brought back to their senses, hoping to stop the insanity that could cause outrage and hatred towards something he could find a cure for.

Not a cure for preventing the curse, but a cure to the mind being eroded by the change.

In order to even do that, he needed subjects alive.

“Is that so? Well, I will find relief in the idea that those tales are of the flattering type,” he chuckled, escorting you as promised.

“I promise you, professor, they are.” Thinking of all he did, you couldn't help but ask, “Or do you prefer Doctor Layton?”

He shrugged at the question. “Professor is just fine with me.”

The opera house soon came into view, glistening across the pond that was dazzled by the street lights. The hotel you were allowed to stay within was not far from sight. You found relief that nobody attacked you on your way.

The last thing you wanted was for the professor to try and protect you from anything. While he didn't seem feeble, his cane would suggest he had a bad leg from something. He was leaning on that cane quite a bit.

He motioned to the front door. “Here we are. I am certain you can make it from here.”

You smiled with a nod. “I can. Thank you once again, professor.”

He waved away the thought. “It is quite alright. I am happy to be of service.”

There was a moment he seemed to pause, his entire body going rigid before he looked off just down the nearby streets. He motioned at you in urgency.

“Get inside. Quickly,” he whispered.

The distant howls of the wolves made your blood run cold, urging you to swiftly do as he suggested. While you knew they were to be expected, you weren't counting on The Hunt to be out at full force during your visit.

Not that there was any way to know when The Hunt would start. From what you could gather, they always happened during the height of the full moon or sometimes in between such.

Breathing out your relief in being spared any part of it, you made your way to the check in desk to see about (hopefully) relaxing.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The night hours were oddly quiet.

You would count your blessings in that regard, as you didn't want to worry about anything breaking into your hotel while visiting this otherwise lovely city.

The curse was the only thing to worry about. Well, that and maybe a few eccentric people that would believe the way you behaved (if odd) was worthy of studying, as it could be supposed early signs of the curse.

Thankfully those people were very few and far in between.

Job hunting was a chore on its own, and the last thing you wanted was a curse to swell hungrily in your mind.

If you plan on living and working here, you better make do, you thought to yourself.

Making sure you had all addresses and places of interest marked down in your journal properly, you dimmed the oil lamp before packing up what you needed to be on your way.

Even if the clock chimed three in the afternoon, the darkness loomed unwavering. The stars were the only thing to aid the lights of the streets of Vesser. At times you wondered if you were possibly in a cave with the stars merely being that of shimmering crystals overhead.

It was a pleasant thought.

The distant sound of thunder booming startled you out of your thoughts. Noticing the lightning streak across the sky in warning of what was to come, you took a steady breath inward in wonder of where to head.

“I’m a gods damned fool,” you muttered to yourself. “I should have brought my umbrella with me at the very least.” Noticing a decorative overhang, you hurried towards it to take cover the second a few raindrops fell.

Only a few raindrops soon turned into an immediate downpour. Well, that was just great.

This wasn't how you wanted to spend the day trying to hunt for a job. While you had enough money to cover two months at the hotel, every second was precious.

As you tried to wait out the rain, you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

Looking over your shoulder at the door just behind you, it was there you noticed Professor Layton. Your last encounter had been a few days ago, and with the city as big as it was, you weren't expecting to run into him again so soon.

“Oh, umm… Hello there, professor.”

“You are certainly ill prepared for this storm, aren't you?” He shifted the bag in his possession in a way that made it seem like he was eager to hide what it was he had.

You dismissed his actions regardless, as he only just came from a tea shop.

“Afraid so,” you sighed. “I wanted to continue searching for a place to work but, I am afraid I won’t be able to with it raining like this.”

He hummed aloud, curling his finger to his lips in thought. “Well, if you don't mind a bit of a detour, I wouldn't mind having an assistant at my place for a moment.”

Your heart thumped painfully in your chest. “W-With you?”

The professor laughed playfully. “I can tell that unnerves you a bit. Was I too forward?”

“N-Not exactly…” Your words trailed off as you gripped onto your shirt where your heart continued to beat fiercely. “I could only think of the werewolves and all of that, professor.”

“Ah, that issue.” Again, he thought for a moment on how to respond. “No need to be so concerned, my dear. There are none there that are of an unstable mind.” He smiled warmly. “That I can assure you.”

You were quiet, thinking on how to proceed. Arthur’s fingers tapped upon his cane patiently waiting for you to give him an answer.

“And this is just to help you, right?”

“What assistants usually do, yes.” He muffled a laugh. “But not for free, of course. I will be more than willing to pay you for the hours you are with me.”

You did come looking for a job, and this one was lined up perfectly for you. Even if it would be staying near the very thing that this city was negatively known for, perhaps it was better to understand the threat than to be continuously fearful of it.

Breathing out steadily, you nodded. “Alright, professor. I would be delighted to assist you.”

Arthur smiled, motioning down the murky road. “This way then, if you please. Normally my brother would pick me up, what with my bad leg and all, but he’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.”

The professor’s words sounded tense—a bit on the uncertain side. But you dared not question what was racing through his mind.

“What happened to your leg?”

He shrugged his brow. “Mm, it was a very old incident, really. Nothing to worry of now.”

It sounded as though he wished to not speak of it, leaving you to drop the matter as the two of you made it back to his place of work.

It was a building that felt a bit removed from the city all together. It was locked behind a decorative steel fence and gate, out in the more wooded area. It made sense to you, as it would allow the professor to work in peace away from the commotion of the city.

Once inside, you were greeted with the beautiful decor that felt quite far back in time compared to where you lived. Everything had a more antique feel, making you worry if you touched a single thing in the building, it might all come undone.

Venturing further within, it was there you saw a rather impressive library where the books lined several bookcases. It would make sense the professor would have many titles be them for research or otherwise.

“I planned on making tea while awaiting news from my brother. Did you care for some?” Noticing your hesitation on answering, he smiled. “It’s a lavender tea. I find it often helps me relax with the type of work I must do.”

“Oh, umm. That sounds great, actually. Thank you, professor.”

“Very well. Make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”

Not feeling too comfortable venturing about the house on your own, you went to the library to sit down on one of the decorative reading sofas in an attempt to calm your nerves.

There was nothing that truly jumped out at you in terms of it being a hostile place. Even if you knew what went on behind the walls, you oddly felt safe with the professor. If he was alive this long tending to such a curse, then you could find comfort in that.

When he returned sometime later, you thanked him for the tea as you asked, “Who is your brother, professor? I fear that while you are well known about the lands, your brother doesn't seem to be easily known by name.”

To be honest, you didn't even know he had one.

Arthur hummed in thought against the rim of his teacup. “He prefers to remain in the shadows as best he is able. He is not offended by it in the least. His name is Hector, and he at times assists me in my research when he is available to do so.”

“Suppose that’s why you needed an assistant.”

“It was preferable to have one available when needed,” he confessed, a small laughter ringing in his words.

Nervously, you looked down the hall not far from where you both sat. “So where exactly do you keep these werewolves you’re researching?”

“We keep them in selected rooms we have here. If they are of the mentally unwell variety, we have to lock them in something a bit sturdier.” He sighed. “I hate doing such a thing, but it’s to make certain no incidents occur.”

After a moment to relax and gather your thoughts, the professor escorted you a bit more through the building to show you where everything was. The library did appear to be more a room to decompress as well as a few bedrooms that were on the upper floor. Arthur explained he and his brother sometimes slept here, or the two retreated to these rooms to recollect their thoughts.

While the other rooms on the middle floor were empty, he explained that was where those infected with a stable grasp on their situation resided. While the stronger restraints and the like were not far away on the same floor, you could tell by sight alone which ones were for who.

At least it didn't seem like a horrible insane asylum. You weren't certain how you would manage if that were the case.

As the professor ventured down the hallway of the middle floor, he stopped at the last door on the right. Grabbing the keys from his inner coat pocket, he undid the latch. “Let me go in first,” he insisted in a whisper.

The way he said such a thing made you wonder if you made the right choice in offering to work about, what could be, aggressive beings.

“She’s hopefully in a better mood today.” Opening the door ever slowly, Arthur walked into the room. A woman’s voice, heavy—almost exhausted sounding—greeted him.

“I could… smell you a mile away.”

Professor Layton smiled, the tenseness in his body seeming to evaporate at hearing her speak so humanly. “So your senses are still intact, are they?”

“More so than before, sadly.”

He made a hand motion in your direction, showing it was okay for you to follow in if you so wanted.

Glancing inside of the room, it was a charming little space. The only thing that really took you a bit back were the claw marks on the floor and walls. The woman appeared like any normal person you would have seen on the streets. And you meant that. With how ragged her clothing looked with the many tears upon it, she almost looked homeless. You knew transformations could tear up peoples’ clothing, but her shirt was so baggy that it almost appeared to be a night gown at best for her.

The dark rings under her hazel eyes were heavy, the short black hair a stringy mess, as it was no doubt weighed down by sweat.

Pulling up the chair nearby, the professor sat down to get a better read on her vitals.

As you got closer, you noticed—what appeared to be—a watch of some kind upon her right wrist. Cogs could be heard humming within it, and on the top of it laid a flat screen that fed out information to everybody in the room.

“Did it spike at all?” he asked, messing with a few of the buttons embedded within it to have the screen show different graphs that made little sense to you.

“During the evening hours… I think I heard it beeping rather annoyingly,” she confessed. Her eyes turned towards you. “Who is this?”

As you found yourself holding back a breath, Professor Layton answered for you. “An assistant of mine.”

You introduced yourself, managing a smile.

“A pleasure,” she said simply, her forehead resting in her hand shortly after.

Arthur’s brow wrinkled in concern as the graph blipped a bit more on the screen. His heels dug against the floor as he rolled the chair over towards the nearby nightstand to grab a box within it that held a few medical items inside.

“Did you not take the medicine I suggestion? I left it in here for that reason, Cyana.”

She shook her head, her fingers curling aggressively upon her forehead. “No… I didn’t think I would need it…this time.”

Arthur sighed. “That’s not a good enough reason.” He motioned at you. “I’ll need you to watch me do this a few times. As this is going to be one of the main reasons I want you to assist me here.”

Doing as asked, you watched as the professor filled up a container with a type of liquid you couldn't say you recognized. He showed you the exact line to measure it to before handing it over to Cyana.

“Sometimes we use injections of this, but I won’t work on that method with you till you’re more comfortable,” he insisted. His attention returned to the patient. “Drink this. It’ll prevent you from losing your mind once more.”

She stalled at the thought, both hands covering her face as she trembled with a low growling sound rumbling in her throat.

“Cyana.” The way Arthur spoke her name, it sounded like a parent scolding a child.

Eventually she did as she was asked, making you feel the tension slowly leave the room. I should probably make note of what I saw, you thought to yourself. Pulling out your phone, you did just that in a hurry.

“If you don't take this regularly like prescribed, you will end up losing what fight you have.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m just…so tired…”

“It’s an exhausting battle. I understand that,” Arthur sympathized. “But you need to be strong. I know you can be.” Pushing himself back to his feet, he motioned at you. “Come. I’ll need to make food for her while this works its magic.”

Following him out of the room in a quickened pace, you gave the professor a look of confusion. “She’s…one of them?”

He nodded. “Using the medicine I’ve concocted with my brother’s aid, we try to get them back to a human form that they can sustain as they so desire. It can be taken orally or intravenously. It’s worked a good bit of the time, but it’s not something that can continue to be used constantly to fight the curse; especially during the height of any full moon.”

Getting back to the kitchen, he collapsed into a chair with a nasally sigh.

“It’s not a cure all, is what I’m getting at.”

You couldn't help but smile, even if nervously. “Still… it seems what you and your brother are working on here is worth so much. It no doubt means a lot to quite a few people.”

He opened one eye to look at you. “Most of them, yes.” He stifled a laugh behind his lips. “The captain of the police force and the leader of the Hunters would disagree with you.”

Seeing only a small part of what the Laytons did together, you gathered up your courage in one single breath. “I, umm. I would like to continue to try and work hard with you, Professor Layton. Just… to do whatever I can to make certain these innocent people don't suffer.”

“Is that so? Well then, I welcome you aboard.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The brothers were an interesting duo.

As the days turned to months, you found that—while they didn't see eye-to-eye—it felt like their end goals were the same.

More than anything they wanted to find a means to grapple onto this curse to make certain it wouldn't spread any worse than it already had.

Even through what minor slip ups you had with learning underneath Professor Layton, you found the man to be patient. Even if aloof and hard to understand what went on behind closed doors. He didn't share everything, but you found comfort in his presence.

So much so that you often thought about him when you weren't even beside him at his place of work.

You did your best to keep your thoughts from ruining a seemingly good job with someone you cared for. To say it was a challenge was an understatement.

But he was patient, willing to teach you everything you needed to learn and more.

A part of you couldn't help but feel a close connection to him in what felt like no time at all.

During the late afternoon hours after trying to check in on Cyana one night, you overheard the two muttering in the dimly lit kitchen.

“If she is unwilling to do as instructed, we might as well release her. You can’t force someone to take medication even if it could save their life, let alone their mind,” Hector reminded his brother.

“I am… aware.” The way Arthur muttered such a thing gave you but a taste of another of his secrets that he kept hidden away in his heart.

“Not everybody can or even wishes to be saved, Arthur.”

He was silent, unable to respond to his brother. Even if Arthur was the younger brother of the two, he always appeared the older, wiser one.

“You know the full moon will rise tonight,” Hector whispered this time. “You better be cautious. Especially with her nearby.”

Arthur raised his hand, dismissing the thought. “I’ll.. Don't worry about it. I’ll speak with her about it in due time.”

Hector could be heard sighing as he dismissed the conversation. “I will leave you to it. I don't plan on keeping myself held back then.” With such a thing said, he departed from the building, a bag with him in tow.

You assumed he meant in telling you what the two were hiding. Regardless, you stayed away from the discussion—awaiting for the perfect opportunity to walk into the kitchen to speak to Professor Layton privately.

Before you could even open your mouth upon doing so, he greeted you.

“Forgive him,” he muttered, speaking to you as though he knew you were there the whole time. “Working on this curse has worn us both down, I am afraid.”

While you hardly had a chance to get to know Hector as well as you wanted, he did seem a very ‘to himself’ kind of man. Rarely did he wish to be involved with others. It seemed, as opposed to his brother, Hector was more on the scale of not wishing to get attached to anybody.

“I don't think poorly of him. I just think he’s… I don't know. Lonely is probably the word I am looking for.”

The professor seemed to smile briefly at that. “You’d be right in that regard,” he murmured, looking at his teacup. “It might be in your best interest to head home for the day, however.”

“Why?”

He shook his head with another heavy sight that almost sounded as one of restraint. “The full moon will be in the sky tonight. It is… better you take refuge away from here.”

Over the months you had gotten better at being startled by any of those under the curse. You weren't sure why this night would be any different. “Wouldn't I have to deal with this kind of thing eventually? I promise, I’ll be fine.”

Arthur sighed again, his fingers curling rather aggressively against the cup he held. His breathing became heavier as he shook his head. “Very well,” he said. “However… what you see here tonight, I wish for you to never speak of it anywhere beyond these walls…!”

There was tension in the atmosphere, making you take a step back. “I promise.”

It was a hesitant response, but one he seemingly accepted.

His body then jerked a bit, his hand swiftly moving to the table where you heard the wood nearly buckle under immense strength that no human alone could muster. A low, unnerving growl emanated about the room and before you could even think to utter a single word in horror, the sound of bones cracking as they shifted into something different filled the air.

The professor hastily removed his clothing before a single part of it could be shredded. He acted in such a way that it made you realize he no doubt had endured this transformation before, and it wasn't something that just happened recently.

“P-Professor…?” you stuttered, uncertain of what to make of it.

It was there you saw something that you never had before. There was a leg brace that had gears that grinded and expanded to meet the size of his new right leg, which had gained mass and fur beyond that of a normal human.

Knowing what tales you heard of werewolves, you assumed he would be able to stand on it just fine. But you noted he was keeping it off of the ground—his hands and other leg doing their all to support his massive, brown furred body.

“Professor Layton!” Without thinking, you ran to his side. Kneeling before his lycan form, you grabbed hastily for the glasses that had fallen from his face.

“This,” he wearily uttered, “this is…what I don't wish for you to speak of…”

Handing him his glasses, you tried to find whatever humor you could in the situation. “Well, umm. This was unexpected.”

His nostrils flared as he attempted a miserable laugh. “It’s nothing new, so don't be alarmed.” Accepting his glasses, he placed them best they were able to go upon his maw. “I’ve endured this for sometime now.”

Noticing he still needed his glasses, you gave him a curious look. “Guess just because you transformed, it doesn’t mean things improve magically, huh?”

Arthur shook his head, grabbing his cane to assist himself in standing upright once more. Much to your surprise, the metal cane was able to do just that—perhaps it was stronger than it appeared. “Not with the medicine I have crafted with my brother, no. In fact, it is meant to remind the body of what it is to be human. That can mean physical limitations included.” He took a seat back on the chair with a laborious grunt. “If those wishing to be physically cured by blindness, or any physical disabilities that have the curse, then yes. They can withhold the thought of taking our treatment. But in the process, they will turn into a feral beast.”

You looked down at his leg. “That device on your leg seems handy, professor.”

“It was made by someone—the very person who inspired me to wish to try and see to it all could be as lucky as myself and keep their mind in the process of enduring the transformation.”

Even without saying the name, you could tell the memory haunted him.

“Sometimes I wonder if I could consider this lucky.” His haunting eyes looked to you. “I was the only one to not go insane. All those around me fell to madness…”

Your heart tugged mercilessly at his confession.

“At times, I worry I am fighting a losing battle—making people retain their humanity when they might be happier never to have it. Bliss is often coddled by ignorance.”

Without thinking, you embraced him in hopes to calm the racing thoughts that made him doubt himself.

His body tensed, urging you to realize all too swiftly what you were doing. You pulled away. “Oh! Sorry about that!” Your cheeks felt warm from the embarrassment.

Professor Layton stifled a laugh. “It’s quite alright. I just… wouldn't advise such intense contact around this time of the coming full moon.”

You fidgeted. “But it’s not a full moon yet.”

He shook his head. “Mm, not really. But you forget—I am still very much in the body of a beast.”

Those words were enough to make you wonder what to even say to that. “Oh, that. Well…” You chewed at your lower lip, wondering what to say. “I could… help in whatever way you need?”

He raised a single, bushy brow at the comment. “Either you’re very giving or you’ve been hiding something from me for a while now.”

“I guess even werewolves don't have a keen sense of a woman’s emotions, huh? I’ll find relief in that.”

“No, we don’t,” he answered with a gentle laugh. “But, I have a keen sense of other things, my dear. And without hesitation, I can easily say, humans give off a hint of sexual urgency rather easily.”

Hearing him be so forward about that made your ears feel as though they were on fire. “I-Is that so?”

“So I’ll be a bit more candid: are you certain you would find comfort and love in the very being that brings you fear, my dear?” When you struggled on how to answer, he continued, “Fear is something I can easily smell as well. It’s a rotten sense for one such as myself, but I don’t doubt it is compelling for others.”

“What about myself?” you asked. “I… know you’ve been into your work more often than not, and I don't want to distract you from—.”

“You’re not a distraction,” he interrupted. “I swear it. What matters is your emotions towards all of this.”

Your hands rested on the underside of his jaw, urging him closer to where you kissed him upon the slope of his nose. His massive claw moved just under your chin, encouraging your eyes upon his.

They were a beautiful golden, red hue. What would have terrified you before felt more human the more you looked deeply within the gorgeous abyss.

“I am limited in certain ways,” he reminded you in a low, growling tone. “But I will do my best to make up for it in others.” His claw trailed about the clothing you wore. “May I remove this?”

Your mind stalled. Unable to even speak, you nodded. “Of course. I don’t mind…!”

It was a series of perfect motions. Even with the deadly claws, he used them in such a manner that showed he had easily been through this before. Not a single nail nicked your skin or even tore your clothing.

The wolf inched closer, the warmth of his breath beating down on your exposed skin, followed by his tongue caressing your exposed breasts shortly after. It made your body tense, teeth rolling over your lower lip as the giant wolf before you tended to you in such a loving manner that it felt as though he had done all this before.

It was effortless.

He had urged you upon his lap, your thighs resting upon his as the moan rumbled so deeply in his throat, it felt akin to a growl. The vibrations were erotic, your fingers curling into his wild fur to urge him onward as your body rubbed in desperation for more of him.

But you hardly had to wait.

Even as the furs of the beast kissed upon your skin, you felt the intoxicating warmth of his growing erection rubbing against your inner thighs.

Not like you were far from it to begin with.

Still, the size of such a thing startled you—especially upon seeing the knot as well.

He called out to you, catching onto your anxieties as the rushing beat was quite loud for one such as himself. “I won’t do anything you’re not ready for. We could take it as far as this, and I would consider myself content with that.”

You felt okay to do anything. However, that knot was quite intimidating. “I can… I can suck you off at the very least?” Your fingers gripped upon the base of his cock just above the knot. “I don't think I could manage all of this right now, if you know what I mean.”

His ears steadily shifted forward, catching the slight unease in your tone. “Mm, it is perfectly fine.” Arthur struggled to stay those words, making him keep himself in check with the intense fire burning within his new form. “Do whatever you are comfortable with doing.”

Sliding from his lap, you took to your knees where the heat of your breath enticed his erection all the more. The organ tensed in your grasp the moment your tongue traced the head of it. It was a simple series of licks, which eventually escalated into you taking a bit into your mouth.

You suckled noisily, moving up and down at a steady pace while your hand did the rest.

The professor moaned vocally, the leg he was able to move without issue finding its way between your own legs. With caution, he moved one of his toes against your exposed clit—nearly making you choke on his cock.

“Careful.” The word was said rather teasingly. “I don't need you gagging all over me, my dear.”

Breaking the string of saliva that connected you both, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re far more sly than I give you credit for, professor.”

He rested his furry cheek against his knuckles in taunting thought. “Mm, is that so? You have a lot to learn about me then. It is quite easy to catch you off your guard is what I’m learning about you.”

The enormous claw rose once more, rubbing your swollen clit to where your grip upon his manhood tightened.

Fuck me, you mentally moaned, almost going slack from the euphoria that crippled you. Possibly smelling how much you were enjoying yourself, the professor didn't let up. “F-Fine…! Fine!” you grumbled playfully, a bit of saliva trickling down the corner of your lips as you spoke. Removing yourself from your knees, you grabbed the base of his cock and urged the head of it to kiss the lips to your entrance. “If you’re going to play that kind of game…!”

Arthur raised a single brow at your desire to move that swiftly. “Are you sure?”

“I’ll… I’ll do what I can,” you stammered, a bit high from the euphoria that had you.

Pushing steadily down, you were nearly caught off guard by how much of a reaction the professor had.

His teeth bared, eyes shut tightly as his tail wagged with such intensity, you were hardly expecting it. Even the growl sounded almost predatory in nature.

But in truth, it had been so long since he had been with anybody.

Any human.

It made a part of him yearn so much for more that it was taking every ounce of himself to remain in control—to not let the beast take over.

“A-Are you okay…?!”

“Just fine,” Professor Layton responded, hissing out a low breath through his clenched fangs. His hands found their resting place on your hips, trying to escort you ever slowly upon his impressive size.

You arched your back, resting your hands on his thighs as you tried to see what you could even manage.

The veiny length caressed your throbbing walls, making the sounds of your connection fill the room. The lewd squelching noise echoed violently in the air the more you both continued, urging you into a state of obliviousness. You hadn't even realized how much of him you were able to even hold within your body.

You admittedly were too drunk on the act to even care to notice.

“I’m… I’m going insane…!” you panted, feeling as the knot in your stomach was swelling to its breaking point.

The professor’s claw was gentle as he stroked against your warm cheek to remind you without words you were more in control than himself.

“Then come for me,” he insisted in a low, intoxicated moan.

Hearing such a sweet and alluring command, you moved down on his throbbing manhood to where you knew you could take no more. Without even a word being uttered, you felt your walls quiver—soaking him without restraint.

Once again he grunted, hissing in unbridled delight at the wet warmth as it trickled down every inch of him, pooling upon the knot. Urging you back a bit, the professor gave you a lopsided smirk. “Ready for me?”

You nodded the best you were able.

The warmth of his release filled you to the point it pooled at your union before slipping down his impressive size to mar the fur upon Arthur’s thighs.

It was like a drug filling your veins with such intoxication you could hardly think of a moment you could be without it. Losing your ability to sit upright, you collapsed upon his chest, urging Professor Layton to embrace you in a comforting and loving manner.

“Are you alright?” he asked, the warmth of those words teasing your ear as he spoke them.

A simple question was enticing, and he wasn't even trying to be sexual.

“I’m… great,” you whispered, trying to return from your erotic high. “Next time I’ll be able to handle the knot… Maybe…”

He stifled a laugh, his massive chest rumbling against yours as he did so. “I am in no rush. All that matters is that I can trust you, just as I hope you know you can trust me.”

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The Master of Eris

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Pairing: Demiurge x Nonbinary (born female) OC written in second person

Rating: NSFW

Words: 4,082

Description: She may have offered to serve him, but that doesn't mean she'll do so... without challenging him.

The Roble Holy Kingdom had fallen.

It was gone. All of it. Only the charred remains of humans, animals, and buildings alike would be any sort of memory that would reside.

You could never forget the taste of ash, how the scent of blood weighed heavily in the air. Your bones were nearly crushed had it not been by some miracle the once sturdy frame of the home kept the heavier debris from falling upon you.

There was a mixture of emotions in how to even feel. The city wasn't exactly as glorious as it seemed.

Just like all others, it was seeded in twisted truths that you couldn't say you embraced.

And it was all over, no thanks to the doings of the Demon Lord Jaldabaoth. Even the rich couldn't use their money to sway him. He cut them all down without a care in the world.

He could not be bought.

The only memory that remained of him was the demon standing in the fires of hell, staring back at you with that eerie mask with the twisted grin.

That was all he left you with… His immortal memory.

With nothing left for you at the kingdom, you packed what very few belongings didn't burn in the fire and headed away, somewhere—anywhere—to just start anew.

You weren't even sure where you’d be welcomed. Re-Estize? Even they had suffered a horrible attack not too long ago by the so-called ‘Demon Lord’. With this Jaldabaoth on the loose, it was hard to say where it would be better. The only place that could be considered a peaceful paradise would likely be at his side—his good side.

With the stars glistening in the night sky, you found yourself able to find comfort not far from a twisted oak tree. Its mighty branches and leaves would keep you shielded from whatever would transpire through the night.

The only things you could use for a bed were 2 blankets that managed to survive the horrible war from the demon army. It was better than nothing. While you could make a fire, it wasn't too cold for you to bother.

The howling of the distant wolves made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. An inn would have been better, but affording one wouldn't be ideal now.

Eyes closed, you did your all to ignore the would-be horrors around you.

But your mind raced…raced with thoughts of that night where everything came toppling down. Amidst the screams and the crackling fire, you saw the blue and gold trimmed mask seemingly staring in your direction. The cracked, wicked grin of the mask made a shiver run down your spine as the red eyes glowed brightly.

There was a defiance within you that bubbled to the surface as the well dressed demon casually walked in your direction.

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't even realized your teeth were bared like a feral animal. Only this jumbled memory allowed you to realize what happened during those swift moments that were literal hours.

Jaldabaoth had knelt down to your level, curling his finger under your chin with a sort of smarminess to his tone when he spoke the one word, “Feisty.”

It was almost purred, in a way. Making your heart throb in a whirlpool of emotions.

All of that noise that bellowed in the back of your mind soon felt far more realistic than you could bear.

Eyes opening, you found yourself where you last remembered being. Just under the oak tree with the swaying branches catching the gentle wind. As you tried to catch your breath, you found yourself inhaling it once more as the silhouette of the devil loomed over you.

“Y-You!”

The demon stifled a scoff of sorts. “If it isn't the feisty mutt I recall back in the Holy Kingdom.”

“You…remember me?” You weren't even sure how he would. Knowing very little of demons, you knew one thing was for sure: they had select memories with humans they cared little about.

Jaldabaoth shrugged. “Mm, just never knew a human that wasn't a warrior to act so bold.”

“Yeah, well…consider it a ‘reflex’,” you insisted with a scoff.

“You’re oddly calm, facing down the maw of death.”

You expelled a vocal sigh. “I can’t say that kingdom was really worth mourning over.”

The demon expressed a curious noise.

“It was full of rich people that needed to choke on their money… Spewing all kinds of things that they didn't know anything about.” You were saying this from a personal place. But at this point, if he would kill you, there was no reason to hold back.

Jaldabaoth stifled a laugh, his gloved hand moving to the mask he wore. “Even if they never harmed you physically, you delighted in their death.”

The mask was pulled away, allowing you to see him completely. The devil’s appearance was so uncanny, but regardless, it was a thrilling sight. All those emotions came building up once more, and there was a part of you that so desperately wanted to thank him for freeing you.

“Y-Yeah… umm.. I feel like I owe you for that.”

“I didn’t do any of that for you, pet.”

Hearing such a nickname didn't make you nearly as angry as you thought it would. Even if he was saying it to be condescending.

Just as you thought the conversation would continue, or he would act violently in some manner, the demon turned once the mask had disappeared from his grip.

He was…leaving?

“W-Wait! Wait!”

“What do you want?” The question was cold and direct.

“I just…”

You weren't sure how to even talk about it. You had nowhere to go, and there was no way you would be able handle being on your own. Maybe there was something you could offer him…

“Take me with you!” It was a bold offer, but there was a part of you that couldn't be without him.

The devil’s twisted brow wrinkled at the suggestion, looking over his shoulder at you once more. “The use I’d have for you, well… I don’t think you’d have the stomach for it.” His twisted grin widened at saying such a thing, making your heart knot in your chest.

You clenched your fists, sucking in your lower lip. “How about a servant of sorts? I am sure whatever diabolical schemes you have up your sleeve, I can help you with something in terms of making your workload lighter.”

He could see the determination in your eyes. “Humans are barely allowed where I am from…” Jaldabaoth cradled his chin in thought, mind adrift elsewhere. “However, I might have a means to offer a suggestion to my Lord in allowing you to be such a thing for me.”

Seeing how wide his grin was as he spoke was only slightly unsettling. There was an invisible string tugging at your heart for some unknown reason. His words even had a sort of allure to them that was hard to ignore.

The black gloved hand of the devil unfurled, offering his palm for you to take. “Come,” he whispered eerily.

It was as though those very words had control over every bone in your body. Without thought, you accepted his hand.

“And what is your name?”

You could see the reflection of yourself in his glasses, making you catch yourself as you breathed. “E-Eris, Lord Jaldabaoth.”

He once again stifled a sound of mocking. “I go by another name, pet. Demiurge.” It was there his eyes seemed to open, allowing a sparkling shine to catch the moonlight. “Master, to you, Eris.”

The Great Tomb of Nazarick wasn't exactly the place you thought this demon would reside.

You assumed he would be a demon King of sorts, ruling over his own land without anything to keep him at bay.

But no, there was a higher evil that resided here—a Lich by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. His presence alone made you wonder if you would be smited if you weren't careful.

Much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay—stay and work for Demiurge, your new Master.

There was only one other human you were able to find pleasant conversation with inside those walls, a young blonde girl named Tuare. She too apparently was under another’s guidance.

One your Master couldn't stand.

“Oh my… Lord Demiurge did all of that?” Tuare asked, still never in any desire to be near him personally.

You nodded. “I don't know if I feel bad about it, I hate to say.”

The innocent blonde couldn't help but be shocked by that. “Why so?”

“Every kingdom has its dark sides.” Knowing what you did about her past, you nearly tried to insist she should know better than anybody. But you didn't want to accidentally bring up old memories. “I just… have seen the worst in Roble.”

“And yet you went willingly with Lord Demiurge?”

You shrugged with a twist of your lips. “Mm, more like I offered my services to him. I mean, just like you, I had nowhere to go.”

“I suppose that’s true, but…” Tuare’s words trailed off, looking into the tea cup before her. “I could never imagine seeing peace with—.” She paused, noticing the very devil heading in her direction.

“Sebas,” Demiurge’s voice spoke in annoyance. “Don't you have other tasks your pet could be doing beyond bothering mine?”

“She isn't a pet, Lord Demiurge.” You could tell in that statement that Sebas Tian was doing his best to hold himself back from losing his temper in some manner.

“Not certain what else you would call a human of such a low standing in Nazarick,” the devil continued, making his way to your side.

“Are you saying maids are of a low standing, Lord Demiurge? That feels beyond you.” It sounded like Sebas was desperate to catch the demon in a trap of sorts.

Demiurge’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “Merely if a human stands there, Sebas. And mine was able to be granted a pardon before all of Nazarick, unlike yours—who you snuck around with.”

You could hear the leather of Sebas’ gloves tighten, but the iron butler could do nothing to retaliate.

Even yourself could say or do little to nothing to stop it from continuing.

Demiurge could taste the unease in the air, leaving him content. “This way, Eris, if you please.”

The moment Sebas and Tuare were out of earshot, you gave Demiurge a scolding look. “You really can’t stop yourself from fighting with him, can you?”

“His misery is the one I thrive the most in,” the demon confessed, arms folded behind his back.

“I thought you listened to all within Nazarick?”

His lips thinned, Demiurge expressing a frown. It wasn't the first time you had seen it, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. Even if his words and mannerisms held some sort of sway over you, it caused a part of you to fight back no matter what that meant.

Not because his tone actually puppeteered you like it once did, but because you found him attractive.

“Underneath Lord Ainz and Albedo is where I reside—everyone else is underneath me. If the tomb is under attack, then I am the leader in place of Albedo,” he reminded you.

“I still find it odd you would be so against just one in particular in Nazarick, Master.”

“It is not your concern where my trust and faith in the others resides, pet.” The title was stressed in an almost demanding tone. Without even saying a thing, it felt like silence was being ordered from you.

“It does seem like you get a bit bitter whenever I talk with Tuare. If you have an issue, it would be in your best interest to—!”

Before you could even hope to finish, Demiurge’s gloved hand grabbed at your throat and your back was soon urged firmly against the wall. The breath was knocked clean from you, and before you could even choke out a single word, the demon seemed to shift his form into something a bit more devilish.

Horns twisted upon his forehead where his black hair had receded to grant a way for them. He even seemed to grow taller, no doubt thanks in kind to the furry and twisted goat-like legs that now supported him. His nostrils flared, the heat of his sigh aggressive against your skin.

It made you bite your lower lip as you felt that rush of emotion that wanted to see him react.

“I don't have to tell you everything about me, pet,” Demiurge insisted, his thumb rubbing over your throat muscles to feel as you swallowed. “You’ll do whatever I say or you will find yourself all the more underneath me.”

Even if you saw him as your savior, that wouldn't keep you from staying in line. Even for an intelligent demon, he was quite hard headed.

“Your eyes are telling me you won’t listen.”

“I—.”

He released you, but his claw was eager to slip into the neck lining of your attire. “Then it would be in your best interest to get inside of the bedroom at this moment. It seems you still require some sort of training to keep that mouth of yours quiet…”

As if he had a magic string tailored to every part of your body, you found yourself unable to say ‘no’. While he had crafted a collar for only you to wear that would actually disobey his [Command Mantra] or even hear the pleasing hum of his words that would force you to obey, there was still something within you that was in dire need to do everything he so asked for.

And more.

In what felt like a blink of an eye, you were upon the bed with the clothing you had on prior ripped from you. Like any toy on this soil, Demiurge too treated you as such.

You were his pet to play with.

His belt slid from about his waist, the sound of such tantalizing to your ears. Walking past you, he pointed before the decorative chair he chose to sit within. “Get on your hands and knees.”

You huffed through your nostrils. “And…what if I don't wish to do that?”

His eyes opened, the crystal’s broken yet beautiful appearance made you choke on the air you attempted to breathe.

“Then I will rip the collar off that protects you from everything I say, and make you do it against your will. Are you going to behave, or must I resort to such measures?”

Doing as he asked ever slowly, Demiurge frowned his disapproval.

“You’re being slow…”

By the time you made it to one knee, he expressed his annoyance all the more.

The heel of his hoof weighed down upon your shoulder, urging you to finally fall into place.

If he wasn't so hot… I would bite his ankle at the very least, you thought. But having him dominate you in such a way was a twisted delight that you tried to keep concealed.

His legs crossed as he kept his hoof upon your shoulder as if to use you as a makeshift footrest. Demiurge’s belt bunched up in his hand, he slapped the leather upon his open palm.

Your knees nearly buckled, a knot forming in your stomach.

“Now then… for earlier…” His words trailed off as there was suddenly a harsh slap upon your exposed ass.

The leather bit violently at your skin, making you nearly crumble. “F-Fuck…!”

Demiurge was unphased. In fact, he couldn't ignore the arousing scent in the air when he did such a thing. “I doubt a single one will do,” he insisted with a fanged grin.

Only the belt biting through the air was your warning, as the leather struck upon you once more to where your chin inched closer to the ground.

“Had enough?” Demiurge asked, his thighs closing together a bit as he couldn't deny the rousing pleasure this whole exchange offered him.

“I…I thought for sure you would have…transformed or something…” You struggled to catch your breath, looking up at him to the best of your ability. Every word you spoke was having him dig his heel deeper within your skin. It was erotic, something you couldn't deny. “Aren’t… aren’t all archdevil breeds bigger than you…?”

His hooves removed themselves from your shoulder, the devil inched closer to you as he sat upon the edge of the chair. What was once a belt, he had looped it a bit in his grasp to use it almost like a whip’s handle.

It rested just under your chin.

“If I transformed fully, you would be torn to pieces,” he reminded you with a sneer. “Besides, what fun would it be if I broke my toy all too soon?”

You wanted to snap back just to be a brat about it, but a part of you wasn't even sure if he would hold himself back if you did this time.

Taking to his feet, he worked on unfastening the rest of his clothing to allow his swollen cock to greet you. “I need you to finish what you started anyways.”

This wasn't the first time you had been urged to pleasure him. However, it wasn't what you were used to seeing before.

His erection held four, fleshy ridges at the underside making you wonder if he could even shapeshift his own cock. “Kinky…” you retorted breathlessly. “Didn't know you could change your dick t—!”

Demiurge grabbed the back of your head, urging your nose to rest upon the underside of his manhood. “Am I going to have to ram this down your throat, pet?”

It was tempting to tell him to do it, but you didn't want to lose the meal you ate prior. This one time… you would behave.

Your tongue flicked against one of the fleshy abnormalities just to see if they would destroy your body in any manner. If the demon didn't have some sort of healing ability, you wouldn't trust doing this without possibly losing your tongue.

It was fine. It was like skin and not a single thing hurt. It just… left an odd tingling sensation upon your tastebuds.

“I’m waiting, pet.” The words hissed through Demiurge’s clenched teeth. Even his tail was flicking back and forth as if to send a mute warning that you were testing his patience.

Grabbing the base of his cock, you flicked your tongue over the slit of his erection before spitting on the head to lubricate the swollen organ all the better for you to even dare attempt to slide it into your mouth, let alone your throat.

A muffled growl rumbled in the demon’s throat. It was a low, pleasant sound that made your heart beat so loudly you could hear it pulsing in your ears.

You moaned in return, the action sending a sort of vibration through the demon that you could tell he quite enjoyed.

Demiurge’s thighs tensed, saliva dribbling from his maw as he gripped the back of your head and urged you to continue.

So much so, you found yourself almost choking just as you feared would nearly happen. Grabbing the base of his cock, you squeezed tightly as if demanding he calm down.

Granted, words were the only things that could reach him at times. Anything else might as well be a mute suggestion of sorts.

Demiurge’s claws moved against your scalp once more, guiding you to where you were forced to move back and forth against the swollen organ. The sounds you could make were lewd, almost pitiful gurgling noises as you tried to swallow at times whenever his manhood would push towards your throat.

Even the bits of pre-come were tantalizing when you felt it kiss your lips in passing when the devil finally removed himself.

You coughed, sputtered a bit from how rough he had chosen to be.

“And here I thought you were trained better…” He humphed. “How disappointing.”

Looking up at him, you stifled a scoff yourself. “Isn't…that the Master’s job to train the pet better…?”

Demiurge frowned at your bold choice of words. “Well then, I suppose I’ve not done a satisfactory job then, have I?”

His hand gripped upon your throat once more, urging you to look him in the eyes (which still remained squinted).

“Your task is far from over, pet. You still have something to take care of.”

With you soon upon your back, you hadn't even a second to ask what it was he had in mind. (Not that you didn't already know). With the demon’s pants pushed down past his knees at this point, his black underwear just barely cradling the underside of his cock, it was there you felt the head of it kissing upon the lips of your entrance.

Your toes curled, a strangled cry of resistance rumbling in your throat. Your whole body was tensed, as you felt him slide inside of you inch by agonizing yet blissful inch.

Demiurge’s moan quivered, a delightful euphoria that rattled him very rarely had his immortal form caged. The tight warmth of your body enveloped him, urging the beast ro start slowly only to begin picking up pace the more that your human form enticed him onward.

Your back rubbed against the carpet beneath you, the rugburns were nothing. You cared little about them. It was the steady swelling of your body adapting to this demon cock that was having you look drunk in the moment.

The euphoria was so intoxicating.

A floral paradise swelled in your gut the more it continued, as the demon thrust again and again. Even the head of his manhood could be felt kissing the entrance to your womb. Something you often ignored thinking about being a part of you.

Only he could make you remember it was there.

“Will you obey me now…pet?” The words were strained through his clenched maw. Even as he dared open his mouth to speak, he did almost look like a hungry predator ready to snatch up its prey.

“I…I!”

The harsh sounds of your thighs slapping against one another filled the room. It made your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

Fuck, I just… want him to continue…! you thought to yourself.

Even the fleshy ridges of his manhood were tantalizing. It was like an extra, warm touch that was urging you onward. Each one kissed upon the throbbing walls of your entrance as if to insist that you come.

And your body could hardly keep itself from doing so. Your walls wavered, giving a warning squeeze upon Demiurge’s cock to where the demon could tell you were about to do so.

He grinned widely, saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips. His grip upon your throat tightened all the more.

“Come for me, pet,” he ordered, his unnaturally long tongue slid across his lips as he spoke such a thing. “Come hard, or I will make you do it again…!”

You weren't even sure if you were going to fight that. You almost wanted to test him again, but the way he just slid all the way inside of you once more and flexed his erection, you couldn't.

The head rubbed against your upper walls, thumping it again and again to where a strangled cry erupted from your lips.

Demiurge’s thumb rubbed against your throat, and it was there you couldn't hold back as his desire to withhold your breathing just doubled everything. The euphoria erupted into a blazing inferno only he had control over.

Your walls were squeezing him for all he was worth, making the devil unable to hold back for much longer.

With a deep, throaty grunt, it was there he came heavily within you. So much so that your own body couldn't even contain it. The thick warmth bubbled inside of you, making you pant and heave with delight while your body twitched at soaking up his seed.

The devil remained within you, wanting to have you warm his cock after such a messy display. Inches from your lips, he grinned with a demonic warmth that was both charming and alluring.

“Now, you better behave yourself, pet. Or I will force you to do more.” His claw pressed against your exposed belly as he spoke.

Steadying your breathing, you asked, “A threat… or a promise, Master…?”

Demiurge growled a warning. “Don't push your luck…”

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