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Blood was rushing in Esca's ears now. He turned his head, struggling to parse what Danny was saying to him. It was so difficult to consider his chastity whilst Danny was touching him, tugging at his nipples so cruelly. Were it not for the spell, Esca was not sure he would have found it pleasant, but in that moment it produced a horrified, throaty moan, his hips shifting back against Danny. He had not know that scratches could produce anything other than pain, and yet Esca felt himself aflame, writhing in Danny's grasp.

"Daniel, please-" What was the next word supposed to be? Stop? More? Esca was lightheaded, dizzy and flushed. A hand moved backwards to grab at Danny's hip bone as Esca tried to steady himself. Esca's cock was as pink as the rest of him, bigger than one might have expected of his skinny frame, especially straining and hard as it was. His strawberry blonde hair continued at his crotch, an unkempt thicket of it there. "Wh-What...?" He winced, feeling Danny's hand make contact with him so intimately. Again, it was difficult to parse whether it was hurting him or pleasuring him. "You can't-"

"Are you?" he questioned, almost teasingly. "Still? In this place? A marvel, if it's true." He couldn't imagine that Escander had gone this long without being touched in some way. The masters here were unforgiving and Escander was (until now) at the mercy of the collar. Danny was willing to bet at least someone had touched him like this before.

He was gleeful that Escander obeyed him. Danny didn't often get much of that. Any time he wanted something, he often encountered a lot of protests. Funny, how people reacted when they were being kidnapped and tortured, but the angel was so receptive because of the spell. Danny wanted to test the magic to see how far it would allow him to go and how much he could take advantage of Escander in this state.

"You always full name me. Makes me feel like I'm in trouble," Danny tutted. He curled his fingers inwards to grip at Escander's flat chest as much as he could, squeezing and massaging around his nipples. He pinched them experimentally, firm at first before doing it again a bit more roughly. He scraped his fingers down from there, leaving little red trails that healed immediately in the wake of his hands, and didn't stop until he reached the hem of Escander's trousers. He pushed them down to let his cock bob out, but skirted around the length of him to grab at his balls to fondle them roughly instead.

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Esca shook his head. "It is not in my nature," he mumbled, his voice growing ever quieter. Unlike the other vampires that Esca had met so far, this one issued no demands, did not seem to be angry at Esca's polite refusal. Still, it seemed like a disobedience. In the monastery, the monks knew not to ask anything of Escander that he was unable to give. For centuries it had allowed him to fulfill every request made of him with duty and gladness. Now... It was difficult for Esca to say no.

"I do not know. Such descriptions of flavour are meaningless to me." Most things that Esca had taken in his mouth were inedible objects. Twine for the garden, which he cut with his teeth, a sheet of parchment when he had overburdened his hands. When he tried to describe the experience of either, it was mostly texture based, a dryness in his mouth. He could not tell anyone what even an apple tasted like. "Perhaps my maker did not see fit to imbue me with a sense of taste at all."

The blush was a sweet sight, the angel's face seeming to match the color of his suit almost instantly. Gwyn found the image endlessly charming, as if Esca had done it on purpose. "Nothing? Nothing at all?" He asked, seeming a bit scandalized by the notion, "I know my diet is limited, but that seems exceedingly extreme." Oh, how Gwyn missed food. The intensity of feeding as vampire, the vivid sensations that came from blood were far more overwhelming than the experience of mortal sustenance. But he found himself longing still for the tactility of biting down into something, for the variety of textures and temperatures and the pleasure of idle grazing. What he wouldn't do for chance to sink his teeth into a cool, sweet plum again... not that Gwyn hadn't tried after his turning, but the aftermath had been unpleasant, to say the least.

"You might not require it, but would you like some anyhow?" He was teasing this meek little thing, just a bit, but he was also very interested in what Esca would make of the offerings on hand, leaning into him with his voice pitched low like they were together on a conspiracy. "Do you like sweet things? Savory?" If the celestial didn't ever drink at all, what on earth would reaction be to a simple sparkling water?

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Whatever Esca had been prepared for, it certainly wasn't laughter. It caught him on the back foot, made him shrink into himself, whatever resolve he had dying away into an uncertain confusion. Unthinkingly, his hand reached for the collar, tugging at it half-heartedly. So far Esca had made no attempt to remove it, had acted as if he hadn't noticed it was there at all.

"It does not matter. I must resist. I am compelled to, by law." Even if it was an entirely futile effort, it would not do for Esca to simply succumb to whatever sin was forced upon him without protest. Inaction was, as the scripture said, a greater sin than willful disobedience. "I do not expect you to understand, Demon. I cannot willingly commit an act of sin. No threat of punishment or promise of reward will see me acquiesce to such a thing... And should you physically- physically force me," Esca stumbled over his words in his nervousness, his unease. "... God have mercy..."

Raphael stared deadpanned at Escander for a long moment until he couldn’t hold it any longer. The laughter came out sharp and shamelessly, the ghoul practically wheezing and slapping the wall like the slave just told him the funniest joke ever. “That’s very cute that you think you could harm me,” he finally said once he got a hold of himself. He wiped a finger under his eye like he’d shed a few tears in his hysterics. Escander wasn’t even a thousand years old and he thought he could do any damage? Hilarious. “You’ll learn quickly here that resisting will do you no good, angel. Here, it doesn’t matter what you think, feel, or want. You’re just a slave meant for our entertainment, be that sex or food or both. And with that collar around your neck, you’re pretty powerless against us all. Even against the young ones.”

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Despite Adrasia's words, Esca's instinct was for guilt. Even if shame poured over Esca like an ice bath, it did nothing at all to calm the fever that had taken his body. He should have leapt away, sprung to the other side of the room where he could not sully Adra any further, and yet he could not bear to part even an inch from him. He longed so deeply to be touched, to be held, whimpering like a newborn puppy in Adra's embrace.

"What do you- What do you mean?" His gaze was on Adra's mouth, the precise angles of his lips, their pinkness, their moisture. Unthinkingly, he wet his own, which felt parched and dry. And then Adra's lips were on his and Esca felt his fluttering wings seize and tremble. He'd never kissed anyone, not even Stefan, no matter how badly he'd wanted to, no matter how close he had come. It wasn't... Specifically... A sin, and yet it was not right. Adra was his senior, his superior, of higher rank and grace and... Esca moaned, his fingers finding Adra's hair, his cock pressed, still, against Adra's jutting hipbone. "Adrasia..." His tongue slid against Adra's, disgraceful in its lechery.

Adrasia ached at the younger angel's obvious distress, as much as he too was mortified by how far he'd allowed things to go before the realization. That didn't seem to clear his heated mind either, no matter the potency of the emotion. "It's - it's alright. You had no way of knowing." He managed to stumble through the words, automatically reaching to give reassurance. Poor Esca lacked a catastrophic level of experience when it came to these kinds of machinations. Adrasia could only be glad they were alone so none of the masters would attempt to exploit it.

"I'm not going to punish you," Adrasia said, alarmed at the thought, managing to pick up his head to see Esca's face. "You are not at fault. It's... it shouldn't..." What was he even trying to say? Esca's face was flushed pink, his eyes teary and fever-bright, Adrasia could not imagine harming him. If he could just breathe a moment, maybe it would pass, he could master himself. "It doesn't have to hurt," He murmured, dazed. He caressed Esca's cheek with one hand, leaning forwards to kiss him softly, the gentlest comfort the celestial could think to offer when so inflamed.

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Being touched like this was creepingly familiar, Esca’s mind summoning the memory of Magnai’s questing fingers moving over him in the courtyard. It had felt good then, but now it had Esca panting, twitching in Danny’s grasp. His memory continued to where Magnai had touched him next… “Daniel, you must not. I am chaste,” he protested, though he was leaning even further in to Danny’s body, his head lolling back onto Danny’s shoulder.

Was he chaste? Magnai had touched him so intimately, forced him to cum on his wicked fingers. Was Esca only lying to himself? He obeyed, focusing on breathing deep and even. It was in his nature to obey - he found it so hard to resist an authoritative command, even when it was a wicked one. He was undeniably hard in his loose trousers now, his cock tenting the fabric. “Daniel…”

"Why should I?" he questioned, almost petulantly. He allowed Escander to lean against him, hands shifting so that they weren't trapped between their bodies. They came around to stroke at the angel's hips instead, the feeling muted by the leather gloves. It didn't stop him from doing it, greedily stroking at skin that seemed forbidden to him. His touch traveled upwards nice and slow, as if he was petting a skittish animal. He traced the bumps of Escander's ribs, trailed leather covered fingertips down the middle of his torso.

"Just breathe," he murmured. Danny himself was cold but he could feel the heat radiating off of Escander and wanted more. He wanted so much out of this fucking angel, wanted to ruin him so badly. It seemed like the ultimate sin, felt like one of the worst things he could do and he wanted to do it again and again. His palms roved up again and he rubbed his palms over Escander's chest.

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Esca smiled, but it was distant, sad, did not reach his eyes. He drew his knees up to his chest, hiding himself further behind his wings. "I am supposed to set an example, for humanity. God's angels are to be held to a higher standard.” Angels weren’t even supposed to have the opportunity to sin. It was an expression of Esca’s that he was even here.

He sighed, his posture drooping even further. “I did not have permission to leave the Heavens. I was curious about the Earth, about humans… Now I am being punished for my transgression. The nephilim, at least, are not here of their own accord. I am sure you would go to the fae realm if you were given the chance. Perhaps this realm is beyond saving after all…”

He nodded, lips pursing slightly. He didn't really know what to say to that, though he could understand where he was coming from. His own determination of remaining loyal to his partner had been taking quite a beating since he had arrived, if not completely destroyed by now. It was just another thing that he wasn't sure would exactly make the other feel better, so he didn't share it.

He looked proud for a moment that he had gotten that right, smiling softly at him, "See? I'm sure you'll be forgiven," He said confidently, brows raising at his question. "Oh, well.. I don't really know how it is with Seelie's as a whole, the only seelie I knew before I got here was my mother and she didn't really speak much of God, but I learned most of what I know from my old human friends in my hometown when I was a kid," He explained, "I used to go to church with them on Sundays sometimes, I stopped going a long time ago though."

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"Of a fashion. For now." It was a wonder that Esca hadn't been completely bespoiled just yet, knowing how many people seemed to be chomping at the bit to ruin him. Part of him was already considering that it would be easier if he just bent to their whims, that there was no way he would be allowed to keep to his vows, that Magnai had penetrated him with his fingers, if not actually sodomised him... God was truly testing his resolve.

He shook his head. "No. Most sin is not committed on purpose. God will forgive it if you repent - if you are sufficiently sorry." He considered Briar. Fae were alien to him, neither of the Earth in the way that humans were, nor of the Heavens. "What do you know of God in the Seelie Court?"

Briar nodded solemnly at his words, frowning slightly. From his own experience, it wasn't just the vampires who seemed to enjoy it, but he wasn't going to bring that up. The last thing he wanted was to make the other more upset, or even fearful thanks to him. "It's okay, really. The spell only lasts for 48 hours. I know it seems scary but.. you can do get through it," He was trying to be encouraging, give him some optimism for the next two days.

When he was told he didn't have to leave he settled a bit more into his spot on the cot, not planning on leaving unless the celestial told him to or he was forced to. His frown only deepened as he watched the way Escander's once bright wings seemed to lose their color, matching the pained and saddened expression on his face. "You still are," He insisted, "At least to me you are. This isn't your choice, you didn't do it on purpose. That's like the rule, right? As long as it isn't intentional god forgives you, right?"

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Esca bit his lip, just a little too slow to suppress another moan. His wings shivered at Danny's gentle, considerate touch. It felt almost like preening, the way he had often done with other celestials up in the heavens. The bases were the most difficult to groom by himself - on more than one occasion he'd enlisted the help of a monk to deal with the pinfeathers there, where his own hand could not reach... Until they had started to refuse in recent years. Not right, indecent, they'd insisted, no matter how innocent the action had always been...

It did not feel quite so innocent now, but lying was itself a sin, Esca reminded himself. "I do... I do like it," he admitted, leaning back against Danny's chest. "I like it too much, Danny. I think I have been charmed." The more Danny touched him, the more aware Esca became of just how warm he was, how his loins were stirring in the confines of his trousers. "You must stop."

He could do it. He could grab at those sensitive feathers and yank. He could disassemble them like how he used to pluck pigeons apart with his bare hands as a child. He could, but he wouldn't. Not yet anyway. Danny felt a stirring in him that needed to be sated because of the magic and he not only wanted his cake, but to eat it too.

So far, he'd offered himself to Escander multiple times. Mostly as a joke at this point because the angel was fairly dead set on being as chaste as he could be in a sex castle, but there was a grain of truth in everything. Danny wasn't so hard up for sex that he needed Escander, wasn't so horny for a celestial like that, but he wanted Escander purely to ruin him. He wanted to destroy him so badly, to break him down from the inside out. In Danny's head, the easiest way to start was to appeal as a friend and then start fucking him.

"Why not? You like it, huh?" His other hand joined in to pet and trace along Escander's back, marveling at the way those wings connected to him. He massaged at the bases, was oh-so careful as he straightened out some unruly feathers.

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The wetness in Esca's undergarments was truly humiliating. His face was flushed incredibly pink, his wings quivering as they wrapped around himself. "I suppose that the vampires get some kind of sick amusement out of this, too." Tears were forming in his eyes, which he scrubbed at with the heel of his hand. He mustn't appear weak in front of Briar. He ought to be comforting him, not the other way around.

"No, you don't have to. This is one of the safer places to be, it seems. I would not deprive you of that." Esca looked truly miserable, his wings wilting as he spoke, even if there was still some heat burning inside him, some desire to be touched. As Briar withdrew his hand, Esca almost seemed to chase it. "I am supposed to be chaste."

Briar watched with concern written over his features for the celestial, unsure of what to do or what to say in a situation like this. Sure, he had comforted plenty before, but never once had he comforted someone because of an.. orgasm. "I mean.. yeah, spells can really do anything they want," He said softly, head tilting so he could see him a bit better as he curled up into himself.

"Oh, that's understandable. I won't say your name, don't worry," He tried to reassure, frowning at the sight of the other so rattled from it. When he spoke of wanting to be left alone Briar's hand moved off his shoulder, shifting away to give him space. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked, willing to do so if he wanted, even if a part of him was worried someone else might come along and take advantage of him like this should he leave.

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Esca fought for breath, wheezing. There was a truly unbearable heat in his body now as he whimpered in Adra's grasp - orgasm hadn't relieved him, had only wound him tighter. He buried his face in Adra's neck, shuddering with embarrassment, with horror. He'd soiled more than his trousers - he'd besmirched his very virtue, Adra's virtue. "I'm sorry," he sobbed, only then realising that he'd even torn Adra's clothes. He released the shirt, sheepishly, revealing its holes.

"I'm sorry," he insisted again. "I should have known that such a wickedness was upon me." He should have let go of Adra, fled the entire suite with his dishonour, but he couldn't bring himself to. Even after the fact, the temptation of Adra's flesh, his comforting presence, was too much for him to withstand. He squeezed his legs together tightly, trying to make his cock soft. "Please. You should punish me."

Alarm flooded him at the noise Esca made, but there was nothing to be done before Adrasia was seizing in the rebound of the spell, barely feeling the give of his shirt under the younger's clawing fingers. For a long moment the two could only cling to each other, their mingled gasps and whimpers filling the room, Adrasia holding onto Esca as tightly as he could to keep either of them from toppling off of the divan as he trembled. If the echo of Manny's release had been disorienting, this washed all the thought out of his mind near-entirely. It was painful to feel so powerfully, or it did hurt but the hurt felt good.

The air between them was hot with panting breaths as the ringing slowly left his ears, Adrasia aching at the very edge of spilling in his own right, his pulse seeming to throb powerfully through his whole body before he could try to master himself. It came to him in pieces, what must have been done to Esca, both spells, what he himself had just inadvertently triggered. He could feel the wetness of Esca's seed seeping through both their clothes, warm and shockingly debauched. He still could not let go of him. "My - apologies," Adrasia said breathlessly, eyes screwed shut, forehead pressed to Esca's shoulder as he tried desperately to ignore just how hard he was, how hard he felt the other angel pressed against him, "We have both been charmed."

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Groaning, Esca pushed himself up from the cot he'd fallen on. He clutched his hands over his head, confused, embarrassed. "I... An orgasm...?" The gears turned. Why would someone do this to him? Just to humiliate him? "I've had... One- But not like this. Not so sudden. I did not no they could happen like that." He drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them defensively.

"I do not wish to do that again," he mumbled his cheeks flushed. He rocked himself, ever so slightly, trying to regain some kind of centre. Whatever that spell was, it had certainly rattled his composure. "I do not like the wickedness of these wands. I would like to be left alone."

Wow, it was rather surprising to come across someone with manners, let alone such proper ones. Not even Briar was that polite. "Oh- yeah, pleasure to meet you too," He said, trying to match his energy with a wide smile. His eyes shifted to his wings as Escander's hand drifted over the feathers, a soft pang in his heart of mourning for his own wings. They'd remain tattoos until he was freed, if he was freed at all.

"No- don't hold on!" He tried to stop the other but he was too quick at trying to introduce himself and Briar gasped as he toppled onto a cot. He was quick to rush to his side, unsure if he had hurt himself when he tripped. He hesitated to reach out to touch him, but when his head finally raised his hand fell onto his shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

His worry shifted into confusion at his question, brows furrowing. "What... happened? Do you.. do you not know what an orgasm is?" He questioned, growing a bit concerned for the celestial. "That spell, say my name, whenever someone says your name you.. well, come."

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Adrasia's touch felt heavenly. Esca had seldom been uncomfortable in his body, most of the occasions he had were in recent times at or on his way to Krovs, but so too had he been deprived of any real comfort. He burrowed his face into Adra's neck, breathing in the scent of him - vaguely sweet, in a way he could not name. His hips continued to cant, finding the sharp edge of Adra's hip bone.

And then Adra said his name, three times in quick succession. Esca shrieked, his body jack-knifing, fingers clenching Adra's shirt so tightly that it tore as Esca writhed. For a moment Esca was convinced he was dying as his eyes rolled back in his head, his body pulsating as every muscle clenched and then released, clenched and released, clenched and released. His eyes watered with the force of it and his cock wept in the confines of his shorts, leaking against Adra. The rush was like nothing he had ever felt, three orgasms stacked on top of each other even more intense than that first orgasm Magnai had pulled out of his reluctance. He panted into Adra's neck, cock somehow still hard - the effects of a spell, surely.

Escander must have been at himself for quite some time, for Adrasia only found a few pins still needing to be shed, marveling quietly at the downy softness hiding beneath the mature feathers once he thought he had them all. His fingers quested gently through that softness, grazing the hot, delicate skin beneath, feeling his breath catch in his throat as he did so. Preening between companions was rather like helping in the combing of hair, as clinical or as intimate as the participates made it. He and Esca knew each other not nearly enough for this, but Adrasia felt as if he was feverish in his own right and the other celestial made no protests at all - quite the opposite.

Belatedly, he came back to himself and the way Esca was shifting against him, the pitch of the younger's moans. "Esca?" Adrasia whispered, alarm creeping into the syrup of his thoughts. He was beginning to think of the spell he himself had taken not so long ago, the one that had not seemed to affect him yet. "Esca, wait-" His hands went to clutch tight at the other's hips, Adrasia gasping softly as he tried to still them. "It's done. It's done, you have to settle, Esca."

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"Danny?" Esca hadn't seen him come into the room, was startled by his presence - especially dressed the way he was. He'd never seen such clothing before, but it unsettled him. It stirred something. His wings fluttered uneasily, the grey-brown feathers like a barn owl's, or a house sparrow's - something that lived a life up in the dusty rafters. His breath hitched as he felt Danny's hand connect with his body, the skin of his bare back already flushing pink, goose-pimpled.

The shuddering moan at the feeling of Danny's gloved hand stroking over his feathers shocked Esca. The wings were always sensitive, but this... Something was wrong. Something was happening to him. As out of touch with his own body as he was, he could not name it. "You should not touch me. I think I am unwell."

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“Briar. I am pleased to meet you.” Esca smiled gently, his nose wrinkling a little as he did so. He always tried to be nice, especially to new arrivals, but he was easily distracted today. So far he’d been hit with three spells, and besides having access to his wings again, he was unaware of any effects. His hand brushed idly back and forth over his feathers. It made him shiver, his pupils dilated, but he couldn’t name why.

“And why wouldn’t I tell you my name? It is proper. You have given me yours.” Was this some odd fae custom that Esca was hitherto unaware of? “My name is Escander-”

He hadn’t managed to put a definitive stop on his sentence before his entire body was tensing all at once and releasing just as suddenly. Esca collapsed as if he had been shot, the unfamiliar sensation making him shout. By the time he even realised something had happened, he was face down on the cot he’d tripped over, a puzzlingly wetness in his groin and a small stain on the front of the pale grey sweat shorts he’d been wearing. Had he urinated? He’d never done so before and couldn’t say whether it was the case now. After a moment, he lifted his head, confused, alarmed, pupils even bigger and darker than before. “What happened?”

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Briar made a face of what seemed to be pity for the other, shaking his head. "I didn't really know what many of them did either at first," He shared, head tiling to the side. "This one isn't really fun.. well, it can be. I guess it depends on who you're with," His cheeks warmed slightly at the memories of the experiences he had while under that spell, some good and some definitely bad. "I'm Briar, by the way, I don't believe we've really met yet, um, don't worry about telling me yours. I think you should probably try to avoid anyone you don't trust who knows your name for the next two days."

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Say my name

I'm not sure what any of these spells are doing, except the one that has released my wings. I don't feel any different.

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Touch was such a rare thing for Esca, or it had been. Really, the last occasion on which he'd been held like this was with Stefan, the best part of four hundred years ago. Esca found himself incapable of bearing it silently, his mouth like a gently trickling stream with its sighs and moans as he felt the feathers come free and unfurl themselves. The wings were particularly sensitive and they fluttered and quivered in response to Adra's questing fingers.

If it truly was a fever that had taken him, he only seemed to grow warmer the more Adra touched him, until every bit of his skin was flushed, a pink tinge spreading across the pale skin of his back. Without meaning to, or even noticing that he had, Esca had begun to grind down against Adra, seeking after more touch, more pressure. If he were being truthful, Esca would have been forced to admit that he had trouble locating sensation in his body, often, whether it was painful or pleasurable. He hadn't noticed his groin at all, the way his cock was swelling in the confines of the loose trousers he'd been given.

Adrasia felt himself flush as Esca slid out of his clothes, which was strange in its own right as he'd always insisted there nothing strange about nudity when it was one's natural state. "It wouldn't be a natural fever. Some of the magic of this time can force an illness upon you," He explained, eyes widening slightly as he watching the other celestial nuzzle into his hand. Esca looked -- soft, glowing gently with the warmth in his cheeks and the rapturous expression on his face. It made something low in Adrasia's gut clench but he hoped it meant that his touch was comforting the other, at least.

He had longed for casual touches like this, in the centuries of isolation and stiff propriety with his elders. But then again, he thought as Esca leaned into his chest and Adrasia stiffened, he had not quite imagined these touches. "It is. It is wonderful," He managed, exhaling shakily, "I'll help you." How could he refuse? He shifted behind the other, quietly admiring the downy grey of his feathers. "Tell me if anything hurts." Adrasia ran his fingers carefully through the base of Esca's wings, feeling out which of the pins were ready to be shed. It only took the gentlest of tugs for those to come free, Adrasia's other hand resting lightly on the top of Esca's spine to brace him.

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The touch of Gabriel's hand between his wings sent an electric shock through Esca's body. He stumbled forward, as if Gabriel had launched him with a powerful shove rather than a gentle caress. His hands darted out to brace against the wall, prevent him from falling on his face. Now he'd been forcibly jerked out of whatever daydream he'd been caught in, he wasn't quite sure how long he'd been preening. Long enough that there was a small pile of waxy sheaths from his pin feathers on the floor.

"I'm sorry. How can I help you, Miss?" There was something familiar about the girl but Esca could not name it. Without meaning to, his gaze lingered. Whatever that spell had done to him felt like a pink haze settling over him. He was warm, distracted, even by his own fingers stroking at the inseam of his forearm. "I did not think they allowed women in this place."

Gabriel strolled inside the Undercroft in a frilly pink dress with his horns, tail, claws, and demonic eyes in full display, ready to have a little fun with that silly little gender-bending spell that was cast on him. As a doctor, he knew how different the physiology of the female body was from what he was used to, and as an Incubus—or maybe a Succubus, considering his current circumstances—he was actually curious to discover how it felt to feed as a woman. Always striving for perfection, the youngest spawn of the Gaudet-De Luca family had decided he had to look the part: he still remained firm on the idea that feminization of the male body was not his cup of tea, but being actually turned into a woman—and what a woman, might he add—actually changed things.

For a change, he was thankful for Lucien's fixation on forcing him to perfect his posture by balancing books on his head while he walked when he was a child: it made prancing around in his shining silver stilettos a little easier. His walk wasn't the perfect carbon copy of the stereotypical femme fatale stroll he was going for: his legs were a little too spread apart, his knees a little too wobbly and his shoulders a little too tense, but considering that he had never worn heels one hour before that moment and that he was rocking six-inch stilettos—he never bothered with anything under six inches, not even as a man—he would say he was doing a pretty amazing job. He had telekinesis to help himself not to fall, at least.

He scanned the area with his inquisitive hazel eyes until he noticed a familiar little blond standing on his own on the edge of the room. His stare was lost into the void while he was deeply intent on tormenting his pretty, shining wings. That was an image so different from the poised, modest one Escander had showed himself as when they first met. With a hungry smile, he made his way towards the little, innocent angel, his heels loudly clacking on the pavement.

"Hey Escander, buddy, Are you doing alright?" He asked, with an amused yet seductive voice, as he delicately caressed the area between his shoulder blades.

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