#succubus cave scene

[kharits]

Just dropping my collection of Madam Meiyin sketches:

[justmediocrewriting]

Oh hello!! I read your koby writing and loved it!! You have a talent for writing 🩷 I was wondering if you could do a zoro x mermaid!reader who tries to lure them with a siren song but it only works on men so nami and robin fight back but not before reader can get her hands on zoro and steal him away! Maybe some steamy scenes back at her home/cave or something 😏😏

Lost In The Siren’s Song {r.z}

Summary: every creature has to eat. It’s the law of nature — and some creatures don’t have the most humane diets. You were more than aware of this, and even though you weren’t proud of what you had to do, you also knew it was a necessity, albeit one that was hard for you to stand — but it was made a bit more endurable when your prey was this alluring.

Genre: fantasy, smut, please do not read if you are not 18+!

Pairing: Zoro x fem!siren!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested: ✅

Warnings: sexual content (fairly explicit), non-con elements, language, themes of violence and/or gore, please let me know if you noticed any that I missed

A/n: before diving into this, I first want to say thank you so much for this request nonnie! It was such a pleasure (wink wink) to write, and I’ve never actually written anything in a prospect of a creature that isn’t human, and the fantasy element was definitely a joy to indulge in! Also, in folklore, sirens are creatures that lure men, so in my mind (and for the ease of this fic), I decided that sirens as a species feed on the desire of human men (much like a succubus), and therefore do not need to kill men after feeding (most do, however). I did have the OPLA!Zoro in mind when writing this, but I tried to write the story in a way in which you can imagine it as his anime counterpart instead. I really had fun tweaking this around and creating the world for it, so again, thank you so much! I hope everyone can enjoy this ❤️❤️

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You’d never before had a victim that was so receptive.

The swordsman was panting, soaked trousers clinging to the shape of his tenting dick, his tan skin flushed so prettily and pupils blown wide as he stared at you with something akin to reverence; it was truly a sight, and the lust pouring from his pores and seeping into yours was the warmest and most satiating you’d ever had.

The man’s expression wasn’t exactly one that you hadn’t seen before — nearly every man you’d lured to your cave wore the same one when under the entrancement of your voice, but somehow, the expression was just breathtaking on this man’s face, and it had your skin flaming in ways you’d never experienced before. Perhaps it was due to him being quite possibly the most attractive mortal you’d ever captured — his cropped green hair accentuated his tan skin, and his shoulders and chest were broad, leading down to slim but well muscled abdomen. The rather large cock standing straight at attention in his trousers was just a bonus.

You swallowed thickly as arousal stirred in your gut, the sensation throwing you slightly off-kilter; you’d fed many times, but that’s all it had ever been to you: feeding. A simple necessity for your survival, and one that you found rather unpleasant. Luring men from ships and dragging them all the way to your den (and the subsequent act of touching them to draw out the most lust you could) wasn’t the easiest thing, and this catch was much harder to retrieve, given that the swordsman’s crew had two women on board, which was not something you encountered often — being as they were resistant to your voice, it was difficult to snatch the man, but somehow you had managed and returned to your cave with minor wounds, just a few scratches and bruises to lick later.

“I won’t kill you,” you assured the man. Even though you knew he wouldn’t be able to truly decipher your words in his current state, nor would he feel anything other than burning need, you always made sure to promise your victims that their lives were not forfeit by you; unlike most of your kind, you knew that killing off the prey was not a necessity, so you didn’t indulge in it. The man simply blinked at you, eyes hazy and unfocused and swirling with arousal, never moving from your figure. Even as hazy and unfocused as they were, they practically seemed to pierce through you, and the onyx hue was entrancing in a way that you’d never seen a mortal possess.

Your hand twitched with the sudden urge to feel him, to roam over his body and pull the clothes off of his skin, and so you did — your scales were long gone by now, replaced instead by smooth, soft legs, which you used to shuffle yourself closer to the man. It was a little known fact about sirens, that you were not, in fact, stuck in one form; it changed, and after enough exposure to dry air you could easily pass as a human.

The swordsman sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers danced along his collar bone, and his hips thrust wildly into the air, a groan slipping past his lips as his hardened member grazed against the confines of his wet trousers. You felt a pang of sympathy for the man. Being under the effects of your song was akin to being under the effects of powerful aphrodisiacs, and you had no doubt that the poor man was in a lot of pain from it — especially since he wouldn’t be able to touch you, not unless you gave him explicit command to.

“Do you want me to touch you?” You whispered into the swordsman’s ear, fingers still trailing along the jut of his collarbone and just barely dipping into the collar of his shirt, and from your close proximity to him, you felt more than saw his eager nodding. His breathy little pants and desperate hip undulations were really beginning to affect you, your cunt feeling extremely wet and hot, and you were taken aback by the sheer amount of desperate want you felt coursing through your veins.

You’d never before wanted your prey so carnally.

“I’ll make it better, as long as you keep wanting me.” You purred into the man’s ear, finding that you were the labored rise and fall of his breaths beneath your fingertips as you used one of your sharp nails to slice through the fabric of his shirt, careful not to damage the taut skin beneath. As your hand slithered further down his torso, the lust being pumped into the air gradually increased, and the man let out small, breathy whimpers and pleas under his breath that had your hips tingling.

“Shh,” you cooed, half because you wanted to comfort him and half because hearing his voice was doing things, and it felt too dangerous for you — there was a sinking wonderment in your gut of who was more entranced by who.

When your hand finally enclosed around the damp bulge of the man’s dick, many things happened simultaneously — the man’s hips arched up in a desperate thrust, a loud, guttural groan slipping past his lips, and you gasped when your entire body flooded with warmth as lust filled you nearly to bursting, lighting your nerves in a way that made you feel as if you were feeling what the man was.

“Please, please, need you — so beautiful, need you so bad.” The man’s voice was hoarse and broken, and it was the first real sentence he’d said, and his voice sounded so beautiful, so tantalizing, and the way his lips curved around each word filled you with a desire that you’d never had before — and you were but a helpless victim to it.

Electricity skirted across every inch of your skin when you pressed your lips against the man’s in a hungry kiss, swallowing every groan and pant and moan down like a beast starved. Goaded and fueled by the lust swirling under your skin — lust that you recognized as the man’s, and even more frighteningly, your own — you swung a leg over him and clambered atop his lap, settling your overheated core directly on the bulge of his dick. You couldn’t help the moan that the sensation pulled from your chest, and the man drank it down like the sweetest nectar, and his tongue plunged into your mouth, seeking your own.

The sensation of his wet tongue wrestling with yours completely wiped away any coherent thoughts your brain would have managed as the lust brimming within your body hit a spilling point, and you began to gyrate your hips at a rapid pace. The drag of your clit against the fabric of his trousers was rough but rich with friction, and the heat of his clothed cock seemed to radiate into your lower half completely. With how fogged your mind and body was, it didn’t even occur to you to wonder how the man had somehow broken from his frozen state without your command when his hands bruised your hips in a vice grip — all you could think was that it felt good, and your entire lower half exploded with harsh tingles when he took control over your movement, dragging you down harshly against his cock in time with his own desperate thrusts.

“So good, so fucking good — gonna explode, gonna fucking blow—” the man’s voice was harsh and ragged against your lips, his words somewhat hard to understand due to his reluctance to disengage his lips from the dance they were performing with yours, but they went straight to your core anyway, flushing your entire body with excitement and eagerness.

“Cum, cum, I want you to cum.” You moaned into his mouth, tongue licking into the crevice, and the man reciprocated your eagerness by removing his hands from your hips and instead wrapping them around your shoulders for a better grip — before you could fully prepare yourself, the man was bucking his hips with abandon, the friction against your clit fast and unrelenting, and you threw your head back with a moan. The swordsman took advantage of the access to your throat, and he began licking and biting the tender flesh, the ministrations adding more fuel to the fire within your belly.

There was a foreign tightening within your gut, something akin to a coil being wound, and it was something you’d never felt before — it was frightening but exhilarating, and though unfamiliar, you just knew that the snapping would lead to something amazing. So you allowed your body to relax and fall limp in the man’s hold, eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself fall into the sensations abusing your body.

“Fuck, so good, you feel so fucking good — so warm and soft, fuck—” with every hot word panted into the flesh of your neck that coil wound tighter, and with a few more harsh thrusts your vision exploded with white stars as your entire body clenched up, your clit bursting with pleasure and throbbing as an orgasm — your first ever — was pulled from your body. The swordsman was quick to follow, a liquid that was even hotter than his cock coating the front of trousers and seeping through to melt into your skin, and the groan he released into your jugular was so filthy that it was nearly enough to rip another orgasm from you.

Your legs were a trembling cage around his thigh, and as you sit recovering from what was probably the most amazingly intense experience of your life, you debated going against your long standing moral code and keeping the man in your lair forever.

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Beasts of Santa Carla

This chapter contains NSFW material.

This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.

( Masterlist )

Original Characters in Chapter: Lamia, Veve, Volk, Puck

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4

After the run in with the terror twins at fight club you were surprised what seemed to greet you when you made it home that night. Your aunt was standing in the door of the kitchen taking a drag from her pipe as you sauntered in through the back door with a stack of tips. You were half expecting her to kick your ass for being at fight club but instead she took a seat at the kitchen island before motioning you softly to her. You cautiously step towards her before she gently scoops you into a hug. “I’m so sorry little one. I would have never assigned you this job if I knew it would put you at risk of harassment. If you want you can stop this assignment and the council can choose another person for the job.”

You pull away from your aunt looking into her eyes as they softly gaze back, fear laced on her form. It feels like your world stops. You could stop going to the cave everyday. You could stop having to watch over the vampires. In truth you could probably blow them off and go back to never interacting with them. You thought about it. Going back to each day being filled with doing what you want before your shift at the Chateau then going to the fight club. You could return to that. But you had been doing just that for 50 years. Succubi did not age like humans so you could return to spending your ridiculously long life keeping to yourself and a group of friends. The same thing over and over.

You shake your head at her in a firm no. You couldn't do that to Laddie. Paul and Marko fought so hard for just a date with you. Even though your days had been unconventional since the start of this job you had found joy in the change of pace and you'd be lying if you said you weren't attached to at least the small vampire at this point. You didn't know when the adventure would end but for now no matter what trouble came your way from being close to the young boy you weren't going to run just because you were inconvenienced.  You smile up to her mischievously. “ If I ran away I'm pretty sure Dad would kick my ass for being weak. Those dumbasses are vulnerable during the day anyway and I don't know anyone in Santa Carla faster than me. “ 

Your aunt smiled at you ruffling your head, you were the spitting image of her brother's rambunctious behavior. Truly at this moment no one could say you weren't his kid. The older succubus smiled before putting a big stack of cash down on the table for you. “Well since I know now you're not afraid of those vampires I’d like to inform you that two of them came by earlier to request a whole night with you. “ Your eyes widen as you look at the money in front of you. There was no way Paul and Marko did this. They were with you all night. You didn't even know the group was packing this much money. 

“I’m assuming you swindled them blind. Because Auntie my prices aren't this expensive. “ The older woman smiled wickedly, laughing to herself. “ Well I had to make them prove they really wanted to reserve you. You are my kin after all plus if you said you didn't want to see them anymore I was going to state you rejected their reservation. “ You give her an accusing look. “ And this would be after you pocketed half their deposit?” The woman gave a wicked laugh before handing the cash towards you. “ Well of course. Me and that David boy argued for hours over the price of reserving you all night on Monday. He was red in the face by the time he left and my time is money after all. “

You shake your head at her. You didn't know which was worse between the siblings. Your dad's want to fight others or your aunt's want to swindle everyone blind of their money. “ Guess I'll be on damage control Monday. You know it's bad business practice to piss off potential returning customers. “ Lamia laughed, fanning herself with a stack of hundred dollar bills. You wandered off to bed for the rest of the night hoping to sleep and to come up with the best way to smooth things over with the Vampires Monday and Tuesday. It was weird to you. Four of the pack members had come after you but the two other fledglings seemed to be keeping out of it. There were rumors around and what you could pick up from your spying that those two weren't happy to be half vampires.

As you lay in bed talking to Veve you try to devise a plan to stay on everyone's good side if you'd have to stay interacting with them in the future. You figured dropping off food tomorrow for the fledglings while you tried educating Laddie would be enough to smooth things over if they were mad at you for being in their turf. If they were hunger striking like you picked up on then bringing a human carcass or blood may not be the best peace offering. You drifted off to sleep knowing that you'd figure something out. Unbeknownst to you a certain female vampire was also drifting to sleep with a piece of fabric that smelt like you.

You had gotten there earlier than usual to pick up your little partner in crime for his daily day time shenanigans. Though this time you brought food and educational materials for both Micheal and Star as you figured if Laddies education was this poor then so was there's. You wanted to break the cycle of ferals and hopefully you'd be able to get the terror twins also up to date of educational standards. Maybe they would stop hunger striking if they knew all the options they had with immortality and the great lengths vampiric kind has gone through to make being one not as much as a curse.

Lamia had mentioned things she knew about their sire Max. While the man appeared to care about his pack he wasn't as hands on as he should be and he definitely wasn't educating them properly. No one could figure him out but then again no one ever stuck their noses in others' business like this before. You shake the thought from your head. It wasn't your business what there sire did or didn't do. If they were the ones taking care of Laddie without you there they needed to be educated too . You were originally going to have Laddie carry everything down to them in the cave but that changed when this boy came running out with no shoes on and the outfit that definitely needed washing.

You felt a little annoyed at this, deciding you and the boy's side mission today was to get him washed up and in new clean outfits. You crept down into the cave not daring to enter if you even sensed that anyone was still awake other than Laddie. The little boy on the other hand barreled inside excited to show Star what he had in his hands for breakfast. You chastised him telling him to be quiet as everyone was sleeping and was probably tired. The little boy nodded as you dismissed him to go find his shoes. You inched towards the sleeping girl making sure to move quietly. She was undeniably gorgeous, her curls sprawled out on the bed as she slept. All these vampires were attractive which was aggravating when you were trying to keep your distance from them.

You'd protect them and we're starting to get friendly with them but you wouldn't let them steal your heart. Laddie was already doing that and it stirred uncomfortable feelings in you and insecurities you thought you killed in your being a long time ago. But you couldn't help but look at her as you gently placed the books and food down with a card you and Laddie made to apologize for any inconveniences you had caused. You tried to stop yourself but you moved on instinct, tucking the girl into her comforters a little better. The female vampire stirred in her sleep as your scent strongly wrapped around her. She thought she was dreaming when her blurry eyes fluttered open slightly to see some one hovering above her.

She gently reached out but before she could touch your face you dispersed into a swarm of moths going to the entrance of the cave trying to hide as your heart pounded out of your chest. While you were hiding trying to calm your heart from the shock Laddie came running to Star to shake her awake as he he could not find his shoes. The female vampire sat up in her bed confused as the little boy shook her side to side whining at her to get up. “ Star, I can't find my shoes!.” The girl rubbed her eyes feeling nauseous from her lack of food in her stomach as she had been trying her best not to feed on blood. 

“Laddie honey I think there under the bed.” She gently stroked the boy's head. Looking to her night stand she noticed the takeout container and books. “Laddie, what's all this?” The girl softly opened the container while inspecting the card as the little boy perked up before darting off to grab something excitedly. “ We got you food! Big sister said it would help with your sickness.” Star looked at the card in surprise reading what was on it as the little boy came darting back with a Styrofoam cup filled with something. The letter had nice neat writing compared to the crudely scribbled on pictures which was most likely a finishing touch from the little boy himself. 

‘ Dear Star, I’m terribly sorry if my presence around your home during the day has caused a disturbance along with my outings with Laddie. I promise to be more mindful in the future as I continue my post of watching over the boy in the day while you and your companions sleep in peace knowing he's being cared for. I implore you to take care of your own health as well. Starving yourself from blood is your own choice but please be mindful your body needs iron and protein. I gift you a hearty breakfast of beef steak and pork ribs along with strawberry electrolyte water to help quell your sickness. In deepest regards and sincerest apologies Ms (Y/n). ‘

The girl traced the elegant handwriting for a moment before going to try the food. It was still hot meaning you had to have just recently dropped it off. Star looked around hoping to spot you from your scent still lingering in the cave but was interrupted by Laddie poking her face. “ Star, can I have some of your food too? I wanna bite of the steak, it looks yummy. “ The girl softly looked at the boy before handing him some, taking a bite herself from the plate.

Star was almost ashamed of how quickly she started to scarf down the rest of the  meal between sips of the sweet water. It's like she hadn't truly eaten in ages and this was the first meal she had in years. She was almost brought to tears by the medium rare steak that was cooked and seasoned to perfection. When she polished off the ribs  she gave the bones to Laddie who gladly chomped straight through them. Star had never felt more grateful in her whole life as she didn't feel sick anymore and like she had a little more energy. After wiping her hands she moved on to glancing over the books that were next to her. One was a binder with the same handwriting on it as the note. 

When she opened it she saw pages of colored photos of other vampires, inventions, places, and even medicine. Each had notes in the handwriting explaining short tidbits about the picture and the information that accompanied it. The first page of the binder explained the old books in the pile were all the educational materials needed for a basic vampiric educational course for new halflings. Though the books were old and didn't have photos so Laddie couldn't follow a long so you went out of your way to retake the course to combine a binder of photos and basic knowledge the child definitely needed to know. Star was mesmerized by the photos, especially the ones of the inventions and city of vampires as she didn't even know those existed. 

She flipped to the section on Vampiric women and laws they have created. She looked over Dracula's bride who was known for being mortal before a surgery was performed to extend her life into an immoral one. Lisa Tepes was known as the head founder of laws that brought peace between vampires and mortals and even other demonic creatures. The woman was famous for her ethical eating laws and reforms. Star was in amazement. This book could be the answers to all her worries and prayers without her having to get Micheal into a fight with David. Star hopped for her freedom from her sire and hoped she would never have to harm a human to stay alive and this book could be her ticket out of that.

She didn't even get the chance to thank Laddie as while she was tucking her books away into hiding the small child had run off. Star hoped she would be able to thank you and get to meet you as your scent was drawing her to you. She and Micheal were hoping to meet you, possibly to save them from their fate. Neither of the pair wanted to hurt humans and neither wanted to give away their freedom to be trapped in Santa Carla never to feel the sun on their skin again. They didn't want to be killers, at most they selfishly wanted freedom from time and belonging to a group but they weren't going to kill humans to do so.

For the rest of the week you brought Laddie and Star breakfast which had become a little daily tradition. You sneak in to give her food and you and Laddie eat your breakfast together at the opening of the cave. Star thought it was cute as Laddie had sworn since it made her feel better that breakfast together was mandatory and even though she tried to catch you in the act multiple times she knew the minute she opened her eyes you'd disappear before her. You’d always leave her little notes with her meals which she started replying to with her own. Since you stubbornly refused to meet her, only watching her from a distance or tucking her in she would have to put up with pretending to be asleep to feel your skin grace hers.

Star could tell you were a gentle soul the way you would whisper to Laddie when you thought she was asleep or how you'd gently handle her. You really had been acting like a sudo mother to him during the day. The way you would chastise him for leaving his area messy or how you'd praise his writing skills. Star wished she could spend time with you as well. Bask in your kindness and your sweet smell. She was ashamed of her dreams that whispered to her to do things to you. Whispered for her to grab you into her arms, sinking her fangs into your neck. Even worse were the dreams where you and Micheal were seducing her. She’d wake in a panic, sweating , unable to hide the blush flush across her face and her sexual frustration.

It's not like your daily ritual had gone unnoticed by the others either. Though Paul and Marko were hiding their own secret as every night they would sneak to the boardwalk to find a pay phone so they could call you to harass you. Which mostly was them trying their best to flirt with you over the phone before you were pulled away by work laughing and reassuring the two they could see you Tuesday. It was like the whole pack was in a secret battle to get your attention. It was whoever was gonna get to your body and blood first who won. David and Dwayne would have been dead last but for their reservation they pulled through into 1st leaving Micheal in the dust . His nights spent hearing about you from Star or Laddie while the three did research while the others were away.

Those books you dropped by have become their saving rope from this situation. Finding ways to meditate their hunger and find solutions to fix this problem. Micheal damn near worried his mother with how much meat he was eating while his grandfather thought the boy was bulking. Making excuses that he had a job to excuse his sleep schedule while his younger brother looked over the books as well. Neither of them could come to terms with the whole of Santa Carla being infested with the underworld but when they looked around they would start to notice it. The night club, the witch stores, the grave yards, hell even the mechanics or sea wasn't free from creatures of the night.

It was like their eyes had been opened for the first time and it was terrifying the first few days. That was until during the night they realized the whole underground was mostly harmless. Witches didn't give a shit if the frog brothers and Sam went into the shops to purchase things or flat out call them a witch. It threw them for a loop when the warlock at the counter rolled his eyes at them saying anyone could become a witch or warlock by just opening a book. Like they were dumb for accusing them. When they tried interrogating the succubus at the Chateau they were teased by the scantily clad woman and men saying they were still too young to come in but to check back in when they reached eighteen.

The three went to the mechanics accusing them of being werewolves before the brunette guy with a scar behind the counter scoffed at them as another bigger one walked passed laughing carrying an engine like it's nothing. “Took you dumbass kids a while to figure out. News flash kid this is a pardoned town. All of Santa Carla and anyone in it is free game. Us underworlders can eat tourists or locals who go sticking their noses into shit to cause trouble. So if you pip squeaks ain't gonna buy shit get the fuck out. “ The brunette huffed going back to his smoke while the blonde came back around with sodas for the boys.

“ Hey If you three really wanna get a taste of the true Santa Carla way why don't y'all pick up witch craft and then you can come check out the fight club we host at night. You gotta count as an underworlder to come but that rule is easy to skirt around since witches exist. “ Edgar looked at the man like he was dirt glaring at him down. “ You people eater to, you fleabag. “ The man laughed at him. “ You kids really are dumb. Not everyone in Santa Carla eats people, the ghouls eat dead people for new parts and the vampires supply the ghouls with said dead people. On the food chain lycanthropes are just the clean up crew between the two. “ As the man walked away to continue his business he shot the kids a warning. “ Just a friendly heads up. You kids planning on starting shit with any of the monster factions you'll have the whole ecosystem on your ass. Especially the vampires with their guard dog. You're lucky your kids or she’d kill you on sight for just thinking about it.”

Needless to say the idea of killing any creature of the night was dismissed but the books from the witch store had provided the information that there was a human faction besides witches that policed the underworlders on humans behalf. Exorcists. If the boys couldn't eradicate the underworlders they were gonna police them. And the vampires broke two huge laws. Making a child vampire, and turning someone without their consent. They were gonna teach them a lesson and if they wanted they could find a vampire faction member to get the sire vampire executed. Which would set Sam's brother free.

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Today was finally the day. You had finished the day out with Laddie sending him back home before you returned to the Chateau to get ready for the long night ahead. You figured getting a nap in wouldn't be possible as if they were willing to drop so much money to reserve you then they would be here as soon as the sunset and they were freed from the containment of the caves safety. Before you had even left you could sense movement in the cave and could hear the boys starting to stir into a frenzy.

You bathed yourself first making sure to scrub all the sweat of the day off of you replacing it with the vanilla cinnamon scrubs and soaps you used to enhance your pheromones natural aroma. You had picked out a gorgeous flowy babydoll style nightgown for the night's festivities. Replacing your usual studded collar with a soft lacey fluffed one with a matching bow on the back in the same soft (f/c) as the night gown. The edges of the outfit were adored with a soft white fluff. You strapped your feet into the clear heels as you added the finishing touches on your makeup. You knew tonight would probably be another rough aggressive session with lots of your blood being drunk to make up for any of the headaches you had caused the pair.

Vampires tended to be spiteful, arrogant, and egotistical so to balance out the rough job you had ahead of yourself you had dressed as soft and sweet as possible. This should fulfill their need for power you thought as you admired yourself in your private room's bathroom. You had set out fancy cigars for David and made sure your bar was stocked with the bourbon Dwayne had ordered last time they were here. Setting the room up with anything you thought the pair would enjoy you admired your work. You would have to keep them entertained your whole six hour shift. Which a two person all nighter sounded fun at first thought but you didn't know if you were really ready to spend that much time straight stroking vampiric egos and being a juice box just to make up for a turf dispute.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time as the intercom in your room announced the pair's arrival. You push the corners of your mouth into a smile. You felt nothing doing this job. Fucking was simply eating to you. Every night you had to put on a fake facade that every customer you had was your number one person and that you actually enjoyed the time you spent with them. You didn't. They were just food and a paycheck. That's why you enjoyed Volks time so much and had become close friends with him as he was the first to see past your facade and ask what you wanted to do. His second time coming in, you two had just spent the night really talking and watching horror movies.

You didn't even bother to try and put on a mind blocker spell. Especially if they had just read through Veves there was no point. If they wanted to toy with your brain so be it. Maybe it would be a welcomed reprieve from the dull sensation you felt during sex. Obviously your body would orgasm and you'd moan and cum but it's not like it was special. It was just fucking and that's what you were about to do again. Fuck and get it over with. You were finally able to put on a fake face as you walked out of your private room. Strolling from the back you saw the men standing against the lobby railing looking out into the crowd and stage of dancers. The music was loud and the scent thick with ecstasy and lust.

You quietly walked towards them the sound of your heels not even making a dent against the noise coming from the speakers. You snaked your arms around David's and Dwaynes locking them to your side as you smiled up at them. “ Well there's my top spenders of the week! You boys really are so sweet being so determined to rent me out for the night. I’m (Y/n) I’ll be your entertainment for this evening. “ Your voice was cheerful and sweet, matched perfectly with your face as your plumped glossy lips curled into a smile. Your pheromones sweep over the boys as Dwayne had to control himself for a moment being hit by the cinnamon and vanilla essence. Neither of them had noticed you approaching and neither had a moment to reply before you were dragging them to the back cheerfully bobbing through the crowd like a flower petal in the breeze.

As you three walked past regular goers in the crowd noticed you before trying to come close to drunkenly attempt to snatch your from between the men. You gracefully dodged the tall mob man's advances. “ Oh my goodness Mr. Falcone has your liquor hit your head already sweetie I told you I was busy tonight.” Dwayne glared down at the drunk older man before the guy chimed in. “ Aw toots, why don't you serve me after you're done with these chumps. I got something better for you than these dirty leather dogs can provide.” The man crudely grabbed at his crotch trying to push closer to you. “ I know my favorite pussy cat needs another fancy car. Why don't you service daddy Falcone and I'll give you all you want. “ This man was hitting a nerve inside David and Dwayne as they were two seconds from ripping the man's jugular out if it wasn't for the anti bite masks they had on.

David sneered at the man grabbing your arm closer to him in a protective stance. “ Too bad we bought her out for the whole night. Looks like she's not gonna have time to play with you. It seems our little princess here will be too busy playing with us. Why don't you find another toy around here to get your rocks off geezer. “ The drunk man staggered before becoming angered and irate. Lunging for David, a clear heel quickly came speeding in hitting the old man square in the face with a hard kick as a crunch could be heard from the pair. Your smile still plastered on your face as the man crumbled to the floor, security rushing over to collect up the pathetic human. “ Looks like you had too much to drink, baby doll. Seems you need to go sleep it off in the alley way. Remember honey pie you have to pay to play with me and I don't think I want your money any more.”

You pushed the man's head into the ground with your heel glaring down at him like a bug as you grinded his broken nose into the ground. “ Anyone who treats me or my guests with such disrespect are lower than dirt to me.” You lean down to his ear as he whimpers in drunken stupor. “ And you smell like pig shit you disgusting old fuck.” The muscular incubus and werewolf drag the man away prepared to dispose of him as David and Dwayne look down at your smile plastered face. Their mystery girl appeared to have a mean streak to her and that riled them up inside. You continued to make your journey through the floor as you passed a table with an old veteran surrounded by incubus in sailor costumes as you pass he whistled for your attention. “ Y/n did that scumbag try and hurt you deary. “ You pause, letting go of the boy's arms to turn towards the man.

A genuine soft smile graced your lips as you walked up to the three at the table. “ No Johnny, I'm okay. Make sure you get home safe tonight okay.” The sweet old man laughed before placing a chocolate coin in your hand. “ You go rock those boys' socks off. You're one dynamite broad you know, don't let those old pervs get your spirits. “ You and the man share a laugh before you take your coin back to the boys finishing the journey out of the main room and into the back hallways through a series of doors. You make it to a velvet (f/c) door before you open it for the boys to walk in. You take there jackets from them as the door shuts and the room is filled only by soft music as Dwayne interjects. “ Whose the old timer at the table.”

You smile gently as you turn to him. “ That's Johnny. He's an old timey Sailor that hangs out here every night. He doesn't have any family after they found out he was queer so the Chateau has been his family ever since. “ You make your way around the bar to start making drinks to loosen the energy in the room. “Sorry about Falcone too. That was his third strike so he'll be lucky if he sobers up with his boys still intact tomorrow. What drinks can I get my boys tonight. “ David chuckles sitting on the bar stool watching as you make yourself a cotton candy cocktail. “ I”ll take a whiskey on the rocks if you don't mind gorgeous.” Dwayne follows suit sitting down as you pass him a little menu of drinks you can make. “ So a private room gets a private bar as well. Who would have thought. “ You slide David his drink before you place the bourbon bottle Infront of Dwayne giving him a wink.

“ Well of course you boys did get swindled under the table so it's up to me to get you your money's worth tonight boys. Can't have my customers being cheated out of their cash. It's bad for business you know.“ David almost chokes on his drink, mumbling to himself. “I fuckin knew it wasn't that expensive. “ You laugh at the man as you open a box full of top shelf cigars for the vampires to choose from. David's fingers trace down the line of them before gingerly choosing one. “ I guess my Aunt was really hiding me from you boys. Hold on darlin you can't drink your whiskey with that on. “ You gently undue the bite masks from both gentlemen placing them on the counter as you pull a lighter from your bra, lighting David's cigar for him. “ You aren't afraid we're gonna bite you. “ Dwayne says eyes are boring into your form. He's been watching your every move since he first laid eyes on you.

Your smell was heavenly and you had a sweetness with underlying spicy tone to you. You moved gracefully every step of the way and your smile on your face was the icing on the cake. He wanted to see more of you. He was keeping himself in check as his mind wandered to all he could do to you in just the hours he had. “ Well you can do what you like to me tonight. I am your girl all for this evening. Be pretty silly to stop what's natural for vampires to want. Just like it's silly to think a succubus doesn't need energy to live.” David smirked evilly tilting your face up to his, fangs twinkling in the light as cigar smoke and whiskey with just a tinge of blood could be smelled from his breath. “ We have plenty of time for all of that tonight. What we want right now is answers. “ You stare into his eyes, never breaking eye contact like it was a silent war of dominance.

“ You’ll have to be more specific then that sweetness. I have a lot of answers and questions I can't answer a question I don't know though. “ Dwayne chimed in from his glass. “ Why are you always in our turf during the day? “ eyes shifting to the man you make contact. “ Would you take what I tell you seriously. “ Dwayne's face flashed a sign of confusion as he looks back at you not expecting that answer at all or the fact you’ve been bold this whole time for someone who keeps giving them the slip. You sigh as your facade falters a bit. “ Some people have been making claims there going to start killing vampires in Santa Carla. You have an illegal child Daywalker running free in the day with no protection, education, or common sense. So I spend all my day time guarding your little cave as frankly it would be childs play to pick you guys off one by one during the day time hours. “

You pour yourself a shot from Dwaynes bourbon bottle not a care in the world. “ You got a problem with it tell me now if not I'll be out there tomorrow again with Laddie because quite frankly someone needs to be watching him in the daytime. “ You slide some of David's deposit back to him as he's currently studying you, taking in every inch of beauty before him. “ Well he wasn't always a Daywalker till about two weeks ago he was a halfing. But tell me more about this whole illegal thing and vampire killers in Santa Carla.” You pause from your drink putting the hint together from David before you rub the back of your neck whispering a light cuss to yourself for not figuring it out before. “ Your telling me you're not here because I'm in your turf, you're here because my blood made the kid a Daywalker. “ Dwayne nodded to you smirking into his drink as your facade fell further as you open up to the men.

“ Well shit. I’m sorry I caused y'all all this trouble. Well I'll make sure to take responsibility and at least continue teaching him during the day and such. About the killer stuff I'm not sure exactly who it is but the rumors stated it was a bunch of kids but honestly it could be your other two halfings or a vampiric council member themselves. You know making child vampires, especially daywalkers, has been outlawed since the black plague but guess I caused the day walker bit. “ David smirked into his cigar, puffing his smoke into your face. “ We don't mind you doing all that but we were thinking since you waltz into our lives you could do a lot more than that to pay us back. We have two other halflings and we think they still wanna be able to play in the sun so maybe you could tack on two more to your little game of teacher.”

David's moving close to your face now, maybe a little too close to focus. He can hear your heartbeat in your chest and even with him threateningly close your confidence has not changed a bit. You aren't scared of them hell your brain isn't even racing. David could peer into your brain past your sweet facade you were forcing out and see that you were more annoyed in this moment by your own stupidity than the fact you were in the room with two vampires who very much wanted to rip into you. Claiming you all for themselves. It was so tempting to be this close to you. Your scent was truly a treat for David and your little attitude, boldness, and outfit were all doing something for him. You poke David on the bridge of his nose pushing him away from your face slightly as you try to think. “ With y'alls obvious lack of education all seven of you could stand to have some time hitting the books. But I'm not giving them my blood unless they want it. I gave the kid my blood because he was damn near starving to insanity.”

Dwayne came closer to you, trapping you further between the two. It was getting harder to hold back as he lifted a lock of your hair inhaling the scent. “ I wouldn't mind you teaching us. We will gladly take the close quality time with you. I’m sure Star and Micheal are also craving you the way we are. “ David grabs your hand from his face staring into your eyes, his lips ghost over your palm. You stare back into his gorgeous baby blues as they shift to a shade of golden yellow red pricking his pupils. It was like they were gageing your reaction, like two predators watching their prey for permission to strike. They both were beautiful, mesmerizing in their own rights and both of their scents were tempting you. But you were no prey in this game you were a beast all in your own right. You bit your tongue, blood gushing into your mouth as you roughly pull the blonde into a feverish kiss.

Shock overwhelms him for a second as you slip your tongue between his pink lips battling for dominance in a bloody dance. His eyes glow deeper with lust as he pulls you into this dance stubble scratching your face. Blood flows into his mouth greedily accepting the heavenly taste between your battle of tongues as Dwayne pulls you from each other unable to stop this want anymore. You're pulled into another kiss, tongues tangling around each other Dwayne passionately searching for every drop of your essence. It was wild and untamed lustful grunting and almost demonic yearning as the pair fought for claim of your mouth. No time for breathe as David was making short work to bite into your shoulder grabbing onto your plump sides slamming you forward into Dwayne roughly. Your claws dig into the man's chest as you growl into the kiss as your tongue fights to win this battle gaining a hiss in return from the man.

Moaning, hissing, and growling fills the room as you grind against David while you pull Dwayne further down into your kiss. A wet pop can be heard as you are abruptly yanked off of the vampire pinned down against the blonde. “ Bed now. “ Was all you heard from the tall vampire as he swiftly tossed you over his shoulder dragging you to the soft satin embrace of the bed where your body was thrown down pinned under the weight of this beastly man. Lust, desire, and something deadly was all your eyes could see as David lifted your face to place a kiss to your bruised lips one last time as he sat in a chair facing you with a smirk. “My my, our little princess is just full of surprises aren't you. Dwayne, why don't you take care of our naughty little beast here. “

A swift sting can be felt from your ass as Dwaynes hand comes down quickly admiring the red mark left on your soft skin. The man presses his free hand on your lower back keeping you trapped as he makes work to release his throbbing cock from his denim jeans. Your head pushes back as you tease the pair wickedly smiling directly at the blonde, never breaking your defiant stare. “ Do your best to tame me but I’m a wild ride boys. I like the fight. “ A black belt snaked around your arms encasing them in it's grip as your lifted up onto Dwayne's lap. Legs spread wide displaying your cloth covered cunt for the pair it was slick with your excitement. Fingers trailed down your form as lips nibbled at your wounded shoulder a long wet tongue quickly lapping over the blood seeping out.

“Looks like your enjoying this princess. “ Dwayne softly whispered into your ear earning another twang of excitement in your lower core as his hands mapped over you getting closer and closer to your flower. “ Of course I am. Not everyday someone comes in smelling as good as you handsome.” Your eyes dilated as a finger teases over your bud twirling painful circles through the fabric that was soaked with your fluids. David watched in enjoyment as Dwayne tormented your clit for him to see. Fingers twirled before dragging long lines slowly along your slit begging for something to fill you up your walls clenched around air face flush with lust. You could endure this teasing, but your body craved to be filled up. Filled and defiled right In Front of the blondes eyes you wished solely for your panties to get out of the way of your enjoyment.

Your hands may be bound but your tail was not. Slithering it's way from between your legs and through the straps a sharp spine made working cutting both straps the (f/c) cloth falling limp onto Dwayne's hand as he stared at your cheeky expression on your face. Rough calloused fingers plunged between your folds harshly pumping in and out at a neck breaking speed. “Princess if you're gonna be naughty for me you're going to be punished. “ Dwayne nipped your ear juices, slicked his fingers as your voice became a symphony of moans and mewling teasing naughty words back to the man. “ I'll be whatever you need handsome. Just as long as you keep playing with me.” Orgams started to roll through your body as the man's thumb rolled over your clit fingers never ceasing their tirade of your sex.

“ I think she needs something a bit more Dwayne.” The blonde leaned forward stroking the man's cock earning grunts from his lover as David helped position the member before your entrance. With a swift motion Dwayne's hands came up to grab your chest and David pushed you down on Dwayne's cock. The thickness stretched you to the max while the tip of his member kissed deep to your cervix almost making you see stars from just the insertion. But the moment was short lived as Dwayne started thrusting in and out of you roughly, body bobbing up and down on his throbbing shaft. David took Dwayne's hand licking your juices from it before capturing your lips in a feverish kiss forcing you to taste yourself off his lips. It was passionate and intoxicating. You could feel David rooting around in your head making your vision blurred from lust as he tried to heighten your senses.

Dwayne made quick to pull down your nightgown freeing your breast he pinches your nipples down while massaging circles into your bosom. Moaning into the kiss you were seeing stars soon blurry vision clouding your mind as David made work to take his time showing you visions of what he wanted from you. This was lustful and passionate, almost animalistic in nature as the pair ravaged you. David sucking on your shoulder nipping your skin, lapping your warm blood while his hands found their way to your clit while making his way to free himself from his clothes. Your head throws back letting out a symphony of moans and cusses as another orgasm washes over you as Dwayne's hot seed fills you up.

It felt amazing the sensation of your mind dancing in fantasy as your body was filled to the brim with hot cum. You panted trying to come down from your high as your body is dragged further on the bed before you fell forward. Face in the sheets your body shakes as you take in the energy. You feel the men position you to your side as Dwayne caresses your face admiring your flushed form. “ No time for rest, princess. We have so much more to give you. “ Dwayne leans forward kissing your cheek before stroking his cock positioning at your entrance again while David opens your mouth for him. “ What a pretty little thing. Why don't you take care of me princess.”

You display your tongue for the man opening up wide dragging your tongue over the tip of his member. Taking in the musk from his manhood he slides himself into your mouth as you latch on mapping every inch with your tongue. David relishes in the bliss slowly thrusting in and out he leans forward placing a kiss on Dwayne as the two lock in a passionate dance of tongues. Both were enjoying your body to the fullest, your blood was everything they hoped for and more. Every drop made them feel this powerful rush and it was like they were truly alive. You were addictive to them. Your presence, taste, and personality was addicting and every second they wanted more of you. The pair wished to wisk you away back to the cave and make love to you till morning as there was no way these six hours would be enough for them. You unlocked something from deep inside of them.

A free spirit who was unapologetically yourself embodied everything they could ever want from another partner. You cared for Laddie, got along with Paul and Marko, and even were willing to help with Star and Micheal. They wanted you even if for now it was just for lustful and selfish reasons. David let out a loud moan as he finished in your mouth. You greedily accepted every drop of warm cum making sure to thoroughly clean his throbbing member with your tongue you open your mouth to display to David it was indeed all gone. David wanted to ruin you. Make you cry and break your defiant nature making you bend to his whims and wants. While Dwayne finished inside you again filling your womb with his seed making sure to press deep into you so you could feel every time his cock pulsed releasing it's divine fluid.

Your limp body was pulled in between the pair as they propped you up between them freeing your hands they held you in a gentle embrace. Dwayne gently drew patterns on your exposed back while David readied himself to go another round. He filled your head with visions of them making love to you in their nest nonstop. Moments flashing in and out of your vision like they were memories being shown to you in real time. It wasn't just David and Dwayne in the visions, it was all six of the vampires. All of them taking turns making sweet love to you or exchanging soft embraces. Soft moments of intimacy you have never experienced in your lifetime. Sweet good mornings, gentle goods nights, being held in their arms like you were there everything.

David entered you slowly as he whispered things into your clouded and confused mind. “Be with us (Y/n). You belong with us. We could give you all the love you could need. “ Your eyes dilated, your heart beat started to race. They could make you there's, you could belong to them. Mind, body, and soul everything could belong to them. Visions played before you of them marking your neck. Kisses, bites, hickes. All along your bare neck during moments of passionate exchanges. David was pushing you towards another orgasm as your hands started moving to your neck in a hypnotized state while Dwayne also whispered sweet promises into your ear. “ We would love you forever. Take care of you till time gave out. Be ours princess. “

David released into you as he encouraged you to remove your choker. Visions of you removing it playing in your mind as you attempted in your blissed state to make sense of what was reality and what wasn't. Not realizing you were moving towards doing it in real time. Tears began filling your confused clouded mind. Were you there's? Was it true. Did someone love you like that? Could you find people who loved you like that? Insecurities creep into your clouded mind. With the sweet whispers of promises becoming washed over by a sense of internalized fear. You weren't worthy of love, not as the monster you were. Biologically you were doomed to never have your happy ending. You were destined to be free or die chained to someone's side. No love could save you from this fact. It was like a bitterness washed into your mouth and before David could make sense of it his brain was filled with the loud screams of pain, loss, and insecurities from a long life lived.

Like a mass headache had hit him all at once he couldn't keep control of your brain. Your eyes clouded as your face contorted into a monstrous one fangs baring like a beast. Your hand reached from the sky flesh morphing into thick armored bone. Jagged claws reaching for the heavens you scream out in confusion. “I DON'T LOVE YOU!” A strike came swiftly in seconds for David's eyes as tears flowed from your confused ones. Dwayne is only able to quickly kick David out of the way in a attempt to hold you back as you snarled in pain. You writhed in agony as you began to lash out like a beast at the man's desperate hold. You screached in confused agony forced to motion through these waves of negativity. Your tears flowed freely as the bed was being ripped to shreds by your claws and tail David on the floor shocked in place by your statement.

You wailed like a banishee “ I CAN'T LOVE. I DON'T GET THAT PRIVILEGE. “ The pair watched you stunned in place as you tried desperately to get away. You start slowly coming out of your confusion tears never ceasing. “I don't know love. I’m just a monster. “ Your whole body goes numb and you stop as your brain comes back to sanity. Looking down at your monstrous hands as tears continue to fall you coldy yank yourself from Dwaynes grasp, marching yourself off the destroyed furniture and slowly dragging clawed feet to the bar. The room is silent as you rustle through the bar pulling out a box. A red pipe with a mysterious bag filled with a bunch of dried herbs is placed on the counter as you say nothing to either.

Your face completely devoid of emotion you light the pipe taking in deep breaths of the red smoke. Your body slowly morphs into how it was before tears drying up with each puff a wave of calm comes over. You do nothing to acknowledge the pair either to focused on returning to some sense of normalcy . It was like they had been hit by a truck by your statement. Neither thought that this statement would effect them so much or that you could lash out like that. It hurt though. Like a hole was punched in their hearts the whole scene hurt, it was like you were in unmeasurable pain. David's stomach turned uncomfortably. He wanted to make you cry at first but now that he had. He wished to never see you like that again. He wanted to never be the reason you cried like that again. There was something broken in you and they had forced it to the light.

As the smoke numbed your body and replaced it with a gently calm you clear your head replacing it with a numbed buzz. You make your way back to the bed staring at the wreckage with a frustrated sigh. “ Well I ruined your night. “  Dwayne's eyes snap to you in shock. How could you think this was your fault. They pushed you to that and instead of worrying about yourself you stood there worrying about how there night was ruined. It was almost aggravating the lack of emotion you had for your own feelings. “ Don't worry about this. We caused you this pain. “ Dwayne reached out to comfort you but you turned away going to David on the floor instead. You crouch down to the blonde, grabbing his face, giving it a firm look over. “ I didn't injure either of you did I. It's been ages since I had a lash out like that. “ 

David reached for your hand against his face. You were cold. Almost unfeeling right now and it pissed David off that he did this to you. Your tongue clicks in annoyance at yourself. “ Last time I took the customers' eye out. Good thing you guys are quick to react. If you want a refund I'll give it all back. “ Davids teeth grinded down in anger. “ I don't want my money back. I-“ He softened abit as he grabbed your face. “ I just want to make sure you're okay. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard. “ You blow red smoke into his face in response, a lazy half baked smile finding a way onto you. “ I told you to go rough pretty boy. Plus I didn't put a mind blocker spell on. Honestly would have been disappointed if you hadn't tried anything like that. “ 

You rustle the blondes head a bit as your smoke is making you feel warm and fuzzy putting you in a better mood like it's designed to do while also grounding you back to your senses. “ Plus who can be mad at seeing such nice day dreams. They are cute sentiments but hate to burst y'alls bubble. I’m kinda biologically designed to not be able to have a small amount of partners. “ Dwaynes face floods with confusion. “ What do you mean by that. “ You turn to him blankly taking another puff from your pipe. “ I’m a hybrid. My hunger is way higher then normal so having two or three partners is not really in the cards for me. If I'm really fucked over I'll need about fourteen like my aunt. That's if my partner's energy and libido are regular. “

David chimes in. “What if your partners had higher levels of energy and libido. More to offer you. How many do you think you would need. “ Thinking to yourself you can't imagine a number as you've never even attempted to find out. “ I’m not really certain on that. I've been with a ton of different races with varying levels of energy. My father is pretty ravenous too but he's been pretty healthy just by feeding off my jorogumo father. But it probably has more to deal with my dad being a protector of land and having more energy from worshippers. Oni’s though I can go through 3 and have a decent meal every night but they are huge on only settling with one partner. “

“What about vampires. There's six in our pack. If you were to feed every night off of all six of us would that be able to keep you fed. You wouldn't have to feed off anyone else or continue this job.” You look at the tan vampire as his eyes remain focused on you with a passion. “ What are you two trying to suggest? Marking my neck is not just a casual thing. Excuse me but you've just met me today. The only way in hell I'd let your little group of ferals become my mates is if you truly loved me and I loved you. “ The pair is inching closer to you with determination in their eyes as you scoot away becoming increasingly defensive. “ And I don't know how to love so good luck with that little endeavor. “

An idea sparks in David's head as he starts to scheme a way to make you there's. To bring you into the pack and get Star and Micheal into line. “ I’m not hearing a no to being our mate. Nor am I hearing your gonna run from us. Why don't we have a little wager. A agreement of sorts. “ Your eyes dart to him as you glare at him wondering what this man was up to. “ What would this little bet be. “ David wickedly smiles taking your chin in his hands lips ghosting over yours. “ Spend time with us and try feeding off the whole group. Allow us to learn to love you and we will win your heart fair in square. If we all fall in love then you become our mate and only feed off us. That is if you see us as an adequate meal source. “ You push the man away as your face heats up.

All of these vampires were ludicrous. First they are chasing you around the city for a date. Now they're sitting here suggesting you learn to love them. All of them were crazy. This whole night was a crazy shit show. But something in you wanted to try. The group was filled with a variety of beauty's and all of them smelled like amazing feeds. Plus you and Laddie were thick as thieves and you'd hate for him to go back to being a filthy little goblin running around being a pain in the ass. You thought about it before reaching your hand out to make a sealed vow. This deal if it didn't work out would show you there was truly no reason to try and love while if they succeeded maybe you could finally get the happy ending you thought you couldn't have.

“ I'll allow you to try and fail at making me love you. Nice to give cocky vampires a little taste of humility sometimes. But we play by my rules and pace. “ David grabbed your hand smiling as a blood circle appeared around both your wrists spinning violently before chains started to form from your blood reaching to eachother. “ I wouldn't have it any other way. But you'll be eating your words my sweet. “ The chains locks together glowing a hue of crimson red before the chains form a tattoo on your respective wrists etched in blood. David pulls you in for another rough kiss that lasts for a brief moment before you pull away. “ Hey! I'm all down for aggressive sex but the room is trashed and you stink of sweat, sea, and man musk.”

David looks offended but stops to smell himself. Dwayne chiming in. “ When's the last time we took a proper shower, my love. “ David's face goes red as he thinks back to it. Maybe ocean baths were not the best. You scoff making your way to the bathroom. “ Stinky cave vampires. '' Dwayne shakes his head following behind as David grinds his teeth at your comment. Maybe he liked you more when you were putting an act on for him. “ And who's gonna fix the bed. We still have three hours left that remind you I paid for.” David yells at you as you turn the waterfall shower on collecting soaps for the pair. “ If you think you're the only guest to break the beds, you're wrong. The maids will get it. I promise you once we go back in the room the whole place will be back to normal. Now get your bitchy ass here so I can scrub your hair. “

David's patience was thin. Your attitude is apparent, and not appreciated. “ Am I still not a paying customer. Shouldn't you be treating me with care so I'll want to pay again. “ You laugh as you strip everything off your body, even your collar before a bone armor plating covers your neck. “ Aren't you the one who wanted this bet. We're supposed to be falling in love here. And you can't exactly love me for me if I'm not being my true unfiltered pain in the ass self.” David huffed coming over to you before begrudgingly sitting down in the shower seat you set up. Dwayne watching in amusement at your bickering. In all his years of loving this man he had never seen someone so willing to jump into conflict with the blonde. No one in the pack would dare talk to David like this but you had not a care in the world bullying this man over and giving a snarky attitude right back to him.

You use your nails to lightly scratch into David's scalp, really trying to massage his head to the best of your abilities. You had picked for David a Bourbon Vanilla Scented bundle. It smelt amazing and you figured Dwayne would appreciate his bottle blonde smelling like something he enjoyed. David may have been frustrated with your attitude but the minute the warm water hit his back along with you massaging his head it was like all his troubles melted away. The pack has mostly stolen stuff from stores if they could and taken showers at the public beach wash off or go to Maxes house where he had a shower room to use.

Those were fine but this was different. It was more relaxing than something of necessity.The hot water was plentiful and David had never known having someone wash his hair for him could feel this intoxicating. You finished rinsing the rest of David's hair from the conditioner as you pushed on his shoulders motioning to get up from the chair tossing a block of soap at him and a luffa. “ You're done pretty boy now go scrub yourself good. If you want trimmers or razors there's a grooming kit over there. “ You pulled Dwayne over from his spot where he had gotten done washing his body to have him sit in the chair for his turn.

The man hummed contently as you got to work, first rinsing his hair then latherining the shampoo from the ends of his hair to the roots. “ You're so good at this sweetness. Where did you pick up this talent hmm. “ You nod in response focused on your work, the scent of eucalyptus and coconut filling your nose. “ I don't wash customers' hair, it's not a service I provide. But I'm used to helping my cousin wash her curls out so it's somewhat similar. “ The man smiles into your embrace enjoying the time as he watches his beloved look like a kicked puppy at your gentle conversation compared to his attitude filled one. “Mm we must be special then. Should I help you wash through yours then princess.”

You lather in the conditioner before replying to the man watching the water trace down his tanned form. “ I don't need my hair washed right now. I had a proper shower before work so I just need to rinse off before the spa bath. “ David's ears perk up from his spot at the mention of a spa. “ You have a spa in this bathroom? How many spaces can fit in this one building? “ You look up from your work to make eye contact with the curious man. “ This building has spacial magic imbued into the very foundation of it. So the rooms and everything that's not the main entrance and the stage room is in this pocket of space in the in-between. You could walk through thousands of doors without ending in a room that's the actual building. And for your question of my room, I have a hot spring spa in mine because I've been enjoying them with my dad since I was just a small thing and others seem to like it to. “

“If this is your room. Do you actually stay here and sleep?.” You laughed at Dwayne's question shaking your head in a firm no. “ The bathroom and closets I use and it connects to where I actually sleep but no I don't sleep were I feed. It would be too personal. Plus I have to cosleep to actually be able to reach a state of rest so sleeping alone in that big bed I'd never be able to keep my eyes closed. “ You finish rinsing out Dwaynes hair as you step in the shower giving yourself a quick rinse off with your soaps. “ Is cosleeping something you'll always have to do?.” David admires you from a far watching the water and suds flowing down your body was exciting something inside him once again.

“ If I ever get Mates it will be their responsibility to co sleep with me as I'll require their heartbeat and temperature to sleep. Though I guess you guys sleep upside down in your cave so I'd be shit outta luck as your mate. Say since we're questioning sleeping habits. Do you guys cuddle together like bats do or is it just a thing bats do.” You tense us as you feel a warm body press into yours ghosting kisses to the back of your collared neck. “ We would sleep with you every day. Anything to take care of our princess. “ Your heart catches in your throat as you instinctively scatter into a swarm standing outside the shower, flared spikes acting as your shield as hands block over your collar. The pair stare in shock and awe at this display of supernatural abilities.

“ The neck is off limits I tell you! Off limits.” Your face is red and embarrassment is thick. David moves closer to you with a wicked smile on his face. “ Oh it's off limits is it? But it's just a kiss to your neck, no biting princess. “ You freeze as the man gets closer to mischief dancing through his eyes. You make a sprint for the hot spring to get away from his advances. David follows quickly in pursuit, chuckling as he chases you straight into the water diving after you. You two take a tumble in as Dwayne rushes in to the room behind you. When you come up for air you're squirming as David is putting kisses along your collar as your bare form is trapped against his arms.

“ You've been riling me up all night. And I finally found a way to pay you back. Keep squirming I'll just keep kissing. “ Dwayne steps in the water as your splashing doesn't seem to put a end to David's on slaughted torment. “ I give I give. David! “ David stops as Dwayne releases you from the blonde scooping your exhausted form into his own setting you down in the water. “ I think we should be resting you two. We only have a few hours left. “ You let out a sigh as you sink into the water only your head popping out to shoot a glare at David. “ Guess we should start winding down for the night. You were right (y/n) this hot spring water is amazing. “

“ Of course it is, it's a hot spring. “ The rest of the hours were spent relaxing in the tub with short small talk between you and Dwayne while you moved away from David who was still trying to antagonize you. Tomorrow you'd get a break from one blonde and start your date endeavor with two even more chaotic blondes. What had you gotten yourself into.

( Previous Chapter )

( Chapter 5 )

Comments are always appreciated. This took way longer to put out and make than I thought it would.

[bookishcatcafe]

Lavender Dreams (Stolitz Fic) Pt. 1

              As he eyed down every page, sipping in every new word like some glorious nectar, the scenes projected in his mind’s eye as if he was there as some omnipotent observer. Stolas continued to read his book, another romance, this time of a medieval prince in search of his own true love. The minutes of his lunch break felt like hours as he journeyed off in search of the dragon’s cave which stored his adoring Prince Raphael, captured by the beast.

              Sitting there on the slab was Raphael himself, tied by his hands and calves to the rock, gazing back with such a helpless stare. He trekked forward and saw the beast herself! She opens her mouth and suddenly began to speak.

              “You foul thing, you dare enter my domain? I should extinguish you from where you stand! Yet..” she crawled around and sniffed at him before continuing,

              “Seems like someone brought me appetizers. So then, where is it? Where is th—”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE—

              The alarm on his phone went off, waking him from his daze as he suddenly fumbled around to turn it off. In a sudden rush, he stood up from the bench and dusted his shirt, wiping the small patch of drool from below his lips. Stolas scurried back to the café, walking in the back, leaning forward below the door frame until his head practically touched the floor. On the rack on the wall, he grabbed his lengthy black apron. It was adorned in countless buttons as well as a nametag which he had prettied up with his boss’s permission with some sparkling flare.

              On his apron were some buttons of galaxies, a small mug that read ‘That’s a Hoot’ in purple glittering letters, succulents, other extraordinary plants, an owl, a pride flag, as well as a frog holding a Men-Loving-Men flag beside it. He tied the back of his apron, leaning again as he left to the front-of-house.

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              The smell of cardamon and chocolate drifted through the air as he went past the side of the bar, passing a small purple imp with plugged earlobes. She was steaming cardamon into oat milk, all the while Stolas stirred the freshly extracted espresso into a pool of chocolate at the bottom of a ceramic mug. He was handed the metallic pitcher, for which he lovingly poured its contents into the coffee. As it filled up, his hand moving in pleasant smooth gesture, like one’s feet do when dancing with a partner, and in a final left-to-right motion he swirled on top of the crema a wonderful rose.

              He gave a gentle cough to clear his throat as he spoke up, his head almost hitting the dangling light,

              “Cardamon oat milk latte for David!” and then set the mug on the edge of the bar. A minute passed. Two minutes. In every other moment he called out the drink and its name. Finally, after five minutes a beefy red succubus went over, grabbed the drink, and left with a stern glare at the Goetia. Stolas sighed, giving a quiet thankful-farewell. He hooted under his breath and went to the sink to wash the pitcher.

              A slender, yet shorter imp stood in front of the register. Then again, every imp seemed shorter to Stolas, who was taller than everyone in the café.  Seeing that his co-workers were in the back, mostly chatting during this rather slow midsummer’s day, he sauntered over, humming to himself as he set up the register.

              “Oh-hoo-hoo-hellooo.”, He began in his utterly British exterior, “And what are we getting today?” he asked, now taking a look at the customer. He was a red imp, with white scarring on the side of his face, like a paint blotch. The imp, holding a hand on his hip, the other over his curled horns, grins and looks up at the menu, before turning his body to the side to get a better view away from the giant that was Stolas.

              “H-Hi. I-uh..” he grumbled ‘I cant fucking see’ to himself, causing Stolas to move to the side to help him see better, before the imp turned to that same side, momentarily causing a instance of confusion between the two before the owl just walked out of the way still giving the customer his full attention. The imp continued, “Would like a coffee.”

              Stolas motioned to the three metal cannisters which held gallons of freshly brewed coffee.

              “Drip coffee, Sir?”

              “Just coffee.”

              “Ah. Well we have so many options, I suppose drip coffee is right then.” The imp tapped his foot and looks at the urns.

              “Just coffee. Just black coffee. Nothing else.” His eyes slowly went down from the urns to the barista’s apron, eyeing at every pin, until stopping at the pride related ones. His heart skipped a beat.

              “Coffee. Well we have dark roast or medium roast—”

              “I don’t know what any of that means.”

              “Well—” he looked around with a quick swipe of his eyes, seeing no one else in line, he continued to speak, “Medium roast has more caffeine than dark, its roasted less than dark roast thus giving it a lighter color, and yet both can have amazing flavor albeit dark has more of a bolder more outward flavor than medium, which tends to be a tad more acidic than dark—though it depends.”

              All the while he was rambling on about the intricacies of coffee types, the imp was staring at his barista, noticing the way his beak audibly clapped as they opened and closed, or how his arms unconsciously swayed around like he was guiding a moving plane, or to how his feathers swayed ever-so-gently in every movement of his feminine face. Yet despite his feminine tone, to his flamboyant movements, and the gentle angle of his hips pushed to the side as he talked—this was in fact still a man, not an imp, but what seemed to be a Goetian. Yet why was he working in a café owned, staffed, and for imps? His eyes dilated as he heard a faint hum in the background become louder, his ears now adjusting.

              “Sir? Did you decide? Most people usually get dark roast here.”

              “Dark roast then.” He said with a gentle gulp, breathing out through his nostrils, his tail curled down below and grabbed one of his own ankles, so as to keep himself from fainting let alone any rash reactions. The owl tapped at the buttons before asking,

              “And a name?”

              “A what?”

              “A name, Sir. To call out.”

              “It isn’t even fuckin busy. Why do you need a name?” He exclaimed, his tail tightening against his leg.

              “I—Uh.” He stumbled, the feathers on his throat ruffled in a slow wave upward toward his chin, he chirps and replies in a short stutter. “To—c-ca-call out, Sir.”

              “Blitzo.”

              “B..litzooo…” he mimics in a slow manner, sounding it out so as to type it correctly into the register.

              “Four dollars, Blitzo.”

              “You don’t have to say the o.”

              “What? But you said—”

              “The ‘O’ is silent.” Blitz explained with a sudden look of distain on his face. He crossed his arms and his tail now flicked down like a frustrated cat with their owner. Stolas nods, pressing a button to open the register. Stolas looks up from the register as he feels his stutter begin once more. He closes the upper set of eyes, while the lower look at Blitz, his feathers ruffled down as he began to speak.

“O. No O. Yes, Sir. I mean Blitzo. Blitz.” He said gripping a quiet fist beneath the counter to push his fumbling frustration into hiding.  Blitz gave him the money and he closed the register shut, before pouring the imp a small cup of coffee.

“Here you go, Sir.” He said handing him a small paper cup now freshly warm with joe. Blitz took it and sniffed it, before taking a sip, sipping longer soon after. Stolas watched as the imp wiped his lips, giving a gentle smile, before he turned away and started heading to the door.

“Thanks, Bitch.” He exclaimed as the door shut behind him. Stolas sighed and stood back up behind the counter, now shutting both pairs of eyes, and thought back to what had happened in his book.

Bitch. Is that what he was now? Just an imp’s bitch?

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The next few days he continued to see Blitz-without-an-o. In every new day with him, the imp continued to be snarky or rude, but soon enough the owl noticed he would be awe-struck and silent. He didn’t seem scared, he just seemed frozen, as if unable to find the words. He too was confused, though his snarkiness became less of an attack on himself as a person or as a worker but more just as a way that Blitz seemed to act. Honestly, Stolas started to find that snarky attitude rather endearing.

With each new day, the bird would try and have a bit more of a conversation, but the imp would either cut him short by just leaving without saying anything or just not answer. Yet he kept eyeing him, why exactly he hadn’t found out yet. He could feel his staring, it wasn’t something he caught him doing.

Four weeks later, near the end of his shift, he saw Blitz come in with a small red mug with white dots on it. It was hand-painted. He placed it on the counter and smirks.

“Coffee. The usual. Whatever you have ready.” Stolas eyes the cup and smiles, picking it up to further examine it.

“This is rather cute, Blitz.” He turns around to start filling it with coffee. Blitz felt a sudden sharpness in his chest. Warmth rose from his cheeks to his chest down to his jean covered crotch. Fuck. Cute? Why is it cute?  When Stolas turned back around, Blitz took the mug and turned away, so as to hide his now bulging confusion.

“This isn’t fucking cute, bird. Fuckin queer owl thing.” He said as he started to walk out the doors. Queer. That word struck him like a sharpened sword. His usual attitude now left a sour taste, stinging beneath his eyes as he slammed the register closed and hid behind the bar as tears ran down his face in silent breath.

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The moment after the door shut felt like a millennium. His heart’s pumping filled the empty air with a thumping white noise. It rang his ears ever since he saw that stupid owl. He stood there every day for the past few weeks ordering the same drink, again and again, before he went off to work. Yet he didn’t know if it was the brew or the atmosphere, but the calmness that seeing Him gave him was something else. He just felt like something was right between them.

So why did I have to fuck it up?

Blitz shut the front door of the café, his blood boiled up, and he downed the rest of his drink so as to cool his raging heart. That owl had it coming, making compliments, it isn’t cute. He isn’t cute. Nothing he makes is cute. Its badass, sure. Its fucking amazing, yeah. This. Was. Not. Cute.

Cute. When he said that, he felt such a swirl of anger around him, so why did that get him hard? Surely just the blood rushing around in his fury, yeah, that was it. That was it. Blitz felt a disturbing urge to look back at the mess he caused, like some proud painter. He knew it was horrible when he heard the sudden rush of footsteps mixed between choked-up sobs and dismaying hoots. Yet, he looked.

There he was, despite being bent over, hand on the wall trying to catch his breath, the bird stood still over the bar. Why did I say that?  He looked at the man, who merely served him drinks with barely idle chatter, and could only think of the pins on his apron and the tears running down his matted face.

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Laying in this bed felt like a comfort that one ached stayed eternal, like the laying in the yolk of an egg or the cool breeze of first Autumn’s Day. Finally, after some time he got out of his velvet shell, soon soaking the membrane away, and dried his feathers after some preening. Outside, the leaves had changed a gentle orange, with some already fallen to the dirt below.

He stood there in the kitchen, holding a glass of water, as he made note of his surroundings. It was not like his palace like before. He had everything he needed in a small area. Once one was to enter the apartment, on the left was his kitchen quaint and with anything he needed to prepare his meals. On the right was a closet and in front of it a small row of various shoes or slippers. Forward, past the kitchen was a small living room with a bookshelf surrounding the purple couch that was there. The TV was a small box and around the entire apartment were various plants; succulents, vines, hanging plants, as well as the assorted candle in each room or on every nook when appropriate. An empty doorway led to a bedroom, with a king-sized bed, with rich red velvet blankets, candles, flowers, books, and closet as well. The only windows were the small rectangle on the most east wall of the bedroom as well as the sliding door for the balcony. On the balcony, Stolas grew a small garden of herbs, spices, vegetables, and some fruits. Albeit small, he made due with his allotted space with precise planning and placement.

On the countertop, beside his various coffee makers in his coffee and tea nook, was a small stack of cookbooks and beside those a notebook. He turned through it and read the page: tiramisu. He thought a moment, his magic would be such a helpful thing to him during moments like this, and yet his own wit and slender fingers would have to make do. Why he felt compelled to live to his namesake he knew not. Yet, despite this lingering worry that stayed behind the starry recesses of his mind, he knew he couldn’t dally around just thinking of the possibilities of ‘what could be’s’ or ‘what should have beens’. As he read through the ingredients, he decided it be best to go out and make do of his day-off. The fall day awaited him, where he could think freely away from the worries that besought him.

He sauntered down the sidewalk. Stolas carried with him a brown knitted backpack and wore a lavender sweater, with a blue scarf, matching purple beret, and dark purple pleats. He adjusted his black circle glasses that laid atop both sets of eyes. He carried with him a torn piece of note-paper, on it was his ingredient list. As he stopped by the market, he mentally checked off what he got and what he needed to get.

Seeing these people, these sinners, some hellborn possibly, all for the most part acting so cordial to one another just brought an umph to his chest and made him hoot and chirp. He hummed to himself as he greeted passerby’s. Those he recognized having lived here for over four months now he gave the comfort of hugs, handshakes, or more extended pleasantries. Stolas opened the door to a rather divine coffee roaster that was only a few streets further than his place of work. To him, some places were little pieces of Heaven, small divots in this home everyone else called Hell.

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This is unfinished. This is merely what I have thus far and feel ready to publish.

Stay Tuned for more to come. 💖💖

[regalityandcoffee]

My Massive List of Goth Bands and Song Recs (with youtube links)

cause I'm sick of people being gatekeeping assholes to newer goths

First of all, goth is not a genre of music. It's a subculture. A music based subculture. You can dress like you work at Justice as long as you still listen to some bands.

There's no such thing as goth music. Again, it's not a genre. There are several popular genres in the goth scene including post-punk, new wave, synthpop, industrial, SEVERAL different genres of metal, etc.

Here's two picks I'm going to warn you are controversial in advance because of the... nazi shit the leads were on

Joy Division ◇ Damn good band, BUT ITS LITERALLY NAMED AFTER THE PROSTITUTION WING OF A CONCENTRATION CAMP. After the death of the lead Ian Curtis, the remaining members made the band New Order!

Type O Negative◇ insanely good, but fuck Peter Steele all my homies hate Peter Steele

My Favorite Bands That aren't typically considered goth BUT THEY'RE HONORARY TO ME OKAY

Duran Duran! They just got back together this year after decades! Here's one of their newer songs, "Black Moonlight"

Love and Rockets

Public Image LTD

The Smiths (tons of goths love the Smiths too, plus it would piss off Morrissey to be called goth so dkwkwlqlw)

My Chemical Romance. I have never met a goth who didn't like mcr.

Concrete Blonde

Nine Inch Nails. Duh. Also Trent's cover of "Dead Souls" by Joy Division fucks HARD.

Tears For Fears. Those are my boys fr.

The Psychedelic Furs

Interpol

Pixies

Kate Bush

Now let's get to the CLASSICS

Bauhaus

Sisters of Mercy

Strawberry Switchblade

Depeche Mode

The Cure

Concrete Blonde

Ministry

New Order

The Damned (also front leaders of the punk movement in the UK. In Dave Vanian we trust)

Killing Joke (funfact: they had beef with Nirvana and it's very silly)

Skeletal Family

Coctau Twins

Echo and The Bunnymen

Clan of Xymox

The Cramps

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds (they did the theme to Peaky Blinders! That song is called "Red Right Hand"!)

New-ish Acts to be on the look out for

Vision Video (the lead, Dusty Gannon, is the goth dad of tiktok!!)

Molchat Doma (the vibe is "Joy Division, but what if Ian sung in Russian?")

Evanescence (one of the most famous and best Nu-metal acts of all time)

Editors

London After Midnight

I, Monster

She Wants Revenge

Classic Goth Singles

A Forest ☆The Cure

Black N0. 1 ☆ Type O Negative

Effigy (I'm Not An) ☆ Ministry

Bizarre Love Triangle ☆ New Order

Cuts You Up ☆ Peter Murphy

Desperate But Not Serious ☆ Adam Ant

The Passion of Lovers ☆ Bauhaus

Some Of My favorite Singles:

Total ☆ Killing Joke

Wolf Moon ☆ Type O Negative

Blue Dress ☆ Depeche Mode

Shadowplay ☆ Joy Divison

The Calling (MK II) ☆ Death In June

Incubus Succubus II ☆ Xmal Destchland

Lust For A Vampyr ☆ I, Monster

Public Pervert ☆ Interpol

Cybersex _Trevor Something

Street of Dreams ☆ The Damned

Dress ☆ Buck Tick (aka the theme to Trinity Blood)

Favorite albums:

Songs of Faith and Devotion ◇ Depeche Mode

Pornography ◇ The Cure

October Rust ◇ Type O Negative

Power, Corruption, and Lies ◇ New Order

Bloodletting ◇ Concrete Blonde

OKAY I'M DONE! NOW GO FORWARD AND BE GOTH! AND REMEMBER...

And remember... it's goth if you say it's goth. Ily.

[storymakerdraconians]

A Majestic Submersion

Nestled within its swampy cave hidden beneath a dark lake, wakes up, yawning and stretching its wings. The creature's eyes slowly open, revealing a piercing gaze that scans the familiar confines of its cavern. It rises gracefully, the massive wings extending to their full span, creating an imposing sight within the damp, shadowy space.

The black dragon's scales glisten with a dark sheen as it moves, each step reverberating through the cavern floor. It snorts, releasing a plume of steam, and surveys the surroundings with a keen interest. The lake outside ripples gently, hinting at the dragon's powerful presence beneath the surface.

stirred by an instinctual longing, unfurls its immense wings within the cavern's confines. Each movement echoes through the damp expanse as it maneuvers its colossal body, navigating the rocky terrain with a sinuous grace. The dragon, with eyes gleaming in the dim light, slithers out into the open air, scales glinting ominously.

As it reaches the edge of the dark lake, the creature's movements become deliberate and purposeful. With a powerful stride, the dragon lowers its form, muscles rippling beneath the obsidian scales. The wings fold tightly against its body, allowing for a seamless transition from land to water. And then, with a resounding splash, the Black Dragon disappears beneath the surface, leaving only expanding ripples in its wake.

Driven by an insatiable desire for dominance, undulates and strides forth from the swamp lake n's shadowy depths in water. Its sleek form weaves through the water, a dance of power and ancient majesty. The depth water of lake seems to shudder in acknowledgment of the dragon's presence. At the water's edge, the creature pauses, eyes fixated on the inky abyss of the dark lake.Without warning, the dragon lunges forward, jaws opening wide, revealing rows of gleaming teeth. The colossal wings beat against the water in dive, propelling the creature into a controlled dive. The lake receives its ancient guest with a tumultuous welcome, water cascading and foaming as the Black Dragon disappears into the unknown depths below.

Emerging from the dark depths of the lake, the Black Dragon swims through the flowing currents of the river, water cascading off its obsidian scales. Gradually, it raises its head above the surface, surveying the surroundings with an ancient intelligence. In the distance, a serene scene unfolds—a pair of equines, one resting its head on the other's back. The dragon pauses, observing the peaceful tableau before it.

With a methodical approach, the dragon wades through the shallow stream, water streaming off its immense form. The equines remain oblivious to the looming presence as the dragon's scaled body fully emerges from the river, droplets falling like liquid diamonds. The creature glances around, its predatory instincts sharpening as it seeks potential victims for its primal desires.

Sensing approaching footsteps, the Black Dragon turns its head, spotting a lady with wings on her back and a tail with a pointed tip. Recognizing her as a succubus, the dragon observes as she approaches, bowing before him. "Oh, noble dragon, I bring an offering before you," she declares. The dragon scrutinizes the insolent creature before him, eyes narrowing.

The succubus, undeterred, presents her gift, revealing her bosom. The dragon, with analytical eyes, examines the offering closely, appreciating the gesture.

Intrigued by the succubus's offering, extends its forked tongue to touch her bosom. As the wet touch of its saliva explores the curves, the succubus shivers, whispering in ecstasy as the dragon's tongue glides over her skin. "Oh, dragon, possess me, make me yours," she murmurs, her moans pleading for the dragon to claim her as its own.The Black Dragon forked tongue to delicately touch her bosom. The succubus, reacting to the moist caress, utters breathy whispers in ecstasy. "Oh, dragon,she moans, a fervent plea echoing through the air

Its forked tongue lasciviously licks and teases her body, descending to the region between her legs. The dragon's tongue, with a forked tip, skillfully parts the succubus's intimate folds, the wetness of its saliva enhancing the experience. The succubus convulses in pleasure, her body responding to the dragon's touch with delightful contortions. A blissful smile graces her lips as the forked tongue expertly navigates her sensitive walls.

The succubus, overwhelmed, shudders in orgasmic pleasure as the dragon's saliva moistens her intimate folds.Her body convulses as the dragon's forked tongue pushes inside her, applying pressure to her sensitive walls. Her moans escape loudly, and she breathes heavily in response to the intense sensations.

Playing with the succubus's lips with its forked tongue, the Black Dragon revels in the arching of her body and the melodic moans escaping her. The forked tongue withdraws, leaving her with the evidence of her climax dripping down. Gently, the dragon lifts her, cradling her within the curves of its neck, allowing her to rest after the initial phase of the offering she presented—the gift of her body for the dragon's pleasure.

With the succubus still nestled in repose, the Black Dragon feels the trickle of her essence along the side of its neck. It had offered this space for her to rest, and as she does, one of her hands gently caresses the dark scales of its neck. Simultaneously, she rubs her bosom against the dragon's neck, and the Black Dragon, closing its eyes, savors the affectionate attention she bestows.

The Dragon, overwhelmed by a surge of passion, extends its claws, lifting the succubus from her resting place. As him flipped the back  onto ground, the dragon's foreclaw delicately explores her buttocks, parting the view to both her anus and vagina. The Black Dragon, exposed and captivated, appreciates and becomes aroused by the intimate offering before it.Fueled by a wave of passion, the Black Dragon extends its claws, hoisting the succubus into the air. claw delicately explores the succubus's buttocks.

The succubus arches, trembles as the dragon's forked tongue explores her vaginal lips anew. The claws divide her buttocks, revealing a view above. She turns her head, witnessing the Black Dragon's frontal scales shimmering, its belly contracting with each breath. Between its thighs, a slithole unveils a hidden male member concealed behind the scales, its slit offering an enticing sight. Her head, catching a glimpse of the Black Dragon's frontal scales gleaming in the light, the rise and fall of its belly in sync with its breath. Between 

The dragon's forked tongue skillfully draws the succubus's vaginal slit into its slithole, eliciting shudders and arches of pleasure as she orgasms. The tongue continues its motion, sliding back and forth, exerting pressure against her sensitive walls. The succubus extends her wings, contorting in response to the intense friction, her head turning to catch a glimpse of the dragon's face beneath her over her shoulder. forked tongue deftly pulls the succubus's vaginal slit into its slithole, prompting her to convulse and arch in ecstasy. 

Gazing back over her shoulder, the succubus witnesses the dragon's throbbing slithole, pulsating as a red member emerges from its opening. The phallus snakes across the abdomen, undulating like a living serpent, throbbing and showcasing the pleasure the dragon takes in the offered indulgence.

Once again, the succubus arches her back, throwing her head back as she climaxes. Her hands reach for her ample bosom, caressing and delighting in the sensations emanating from within.arches her back, lifting her head in ecstasy as she reaches orgasm.

Again lifted by the engulfing claws, feels the dragon's grip on both her thighs. Descending, his length snakes, throbbing, making contact with the wet exterior of her vaginal lips. He presses, rubbing and sliding between her buttocks, the dragon's throbbing length and the purring sound from deep within the black dragon resonating in unison. 

Lifted again and  descend by the engulfing claws, the succubus senses the dragon's firm hold pressing down and up on both her thighs. As he descends, his throbbing length snakes up in friction buttok down, making contact with the still-moist exterior of her vaginal lips. He presses, rubbing and sliding between her buttocks, the dragon's throbbing member hard growling sound from.

The succubus, gasping, whispers as the dragon's length rubs and snakes between her buttocks, making contact with the lips of her vagina. She looks into the dragon's eyes, panting, while he reciprocates with low growls and sultry gazes.

Gripping her legs with engulfing claws, the dragon pulls and flexes, rubbing his throbbing length against her, growling in pleasure. Eventually, he draws the succubus in front of him, snaking his member back until the point of contact with his slithole. Pulling her back, he penetrates, parting her slit and creating a passage. The succubus gasps, arching her back and trembling as she feels his member pulling and stretching, dividing her vagina. Her eyes widen, empty, feeling the intense sensation of being stretched and the walls of her vagina tightening to the limit.

Gently, the claws wrapped around her legs pull the succubus forward and backward, a slow, rhythmic massage inside her from the dragon's thick member. It undulates like a serpent, stirring within, causing the succubus to orgasm, her entire body convulsing with wide-eyed intensity.the claws encircling her legs guide the succubus forward and backward, a deliberate and unhurried massage from the dragon's thick member. Undulating like a serpent, it stirs.

Forcing the succubus to start riding his throbbing length, dripping with pre-cum, she gasps with each ascent and descent, feeling her vagina serve as his plaything. She amplifies his pleasure by swaying her hips and allowing herself to be guided by those claws between her thighs. Amidst the growls, she convulses in orgasm, gasping heavily with closed eyes, feeling the relentless pull and penetration from him.

With mighty humps and powerful hip movements, orchestrates a rhythmic and relentless ride for the succubus on his throbbing member, preparing for the climax. His hard length, dripping pre-cum, fills her until the inevitable climax arrives. The succubus, speared and arched, feels the cool liquid inside her, gasping with a wide moan.

The succubus, impaled,hard length spews feeling the cool liquid within her, gasping with a loud moan.

Filling the succubus with his semen, impregnating her, the dragon finally finds satisfaction. He pulls her, forcing her to ride until he stops, and she collapses, exhausted, atop him. Still, his throbbing member continues to release, expanding her belly until it spills out, dribbling down her lips, and her eyes remain closed.

The dragon pulls his offering out from atop her, separating the wetted member dripping with cum. As it exits her vagina, semen continues to spill out, and he places her gently on the ground by the edge of the river.

Resting after the intense and tight pleasure with the succubus, the black dragon sits with his throbbing length touching the ground, still oozing cum. He looks around and spots the equines, still lying close together, resting.

The black dragon is surprised to sense a purple aura glowing. Turning to the side, he sees the succubus's body growing, increasing in size. Wings expand, the skin on her face darkens into scales, and a tail forms with black scales and a purple tip that whips like a whip. Glowing purple hues appear between the scales, and as she tilts her head, a different black dragon stands before him, piercing him with a determined gaze. She declares, "I have sought you for a long time. You will give your seed to me!"

A black dragoness with a purple aura around her scales crawls, never breaking her intense gaze. She moves to the front of his vision, raising her tail high, the furry purple-tipped end forcing me to look at the slit between the scales underneath. She provocatively sways her rear, emitting a sibilant sound between her jaws.

Remain seated, mesmerized, watching her rear sway, his gaze fixated on the scales of her groin, and the alluring slithole provocatively displayed. The sibilant sounds she emits echo in the distance. Meanwhile, his tail snakes up, reaching throbbing length, coiling and jerking off ashis eyes continue to watch, growling in pleasure at the unexpected surprise of encountering another black dragon.

Under the watchful eyes of the dragoness, she rolls onto her back, spreading her legs and exposing her beautiful purple-scaled slit as a gift to me.  The black dragon snake head down, forked tongue licking inside her abdomen, causing her scales to bristle. Descending, he caress her groin with tongue, listening to her distant breath. Snaking my head down, my forked tongue licks inside her scaled slithole splitting, eliciting a bristling of her scales. Descending, he continue to caress her wall vagina with his tongue, attuned to her distant breathing intense

The forked tongue delves deeper into the parted scales of the dragoness's vaginal slit. She emits a growl as she feels these tongue exploring the walls of her vagina, causing her belly to contract and her entire body to writhe.

Continuing the caress, forked tongue explores the dragoness's vaginal walls. One of black dragon foreclaws holds onto her hind leg while my snout presses against her scaled groin. The tongue pushes in and out of the slithole, hearing her distant growls of pleasure and black dragon  own rumbling sounds of satisfaction.

The dragoness's head snakes, growling in pleasure with each pull of my forked tongue into her slithole, exploring the walls within. Then, she attempts to position her head beneath her mate, aiming for his scaled slit, her own forked tongue grooming between the black dragon's groin. Distant sibilant sounds echo from him as he continues with his snout pressed into her virile as thrust forked tongue into region.

These forked tongue caresses beneath the black dragon, pressing the caress into the slithole, pulling it inside until it senses the throbbing and lively dick on the other side. Stimulating it from within, it feels the shaft coming to an erection, expelling her tongue from the slit and onto the throbbing length, now dripping with pre-cum at the edge.

The dragoness's tongue grooms the length beside her, feeling its erection going hard. She invites the crowned head between her jaws, gently pressing and slowly sucking. Meanwhile, the black dragon rumbles in delight, continuing to caress her vaginal walls. Both of them orgasm together, emitting growls of pleasure and love.

In a sensual roar, both dragons orgasm together. The dragoness sucks the throbbing length of the black dragon, while he, in turn, pushes his forked tongue intensely into her compartment. Feeling her intense orgasm, she trembles and rumbles, and he pulls his tongue back inside. He pulls the dragoness, laying her on her side within a pile of gold coins, their draconian love continuing.

The dragoness wraps her forked tongue around the length of the black dragon as her head moves in suction on the throbbing member. The black dragon growls in pleasure and orgasm, his jaws parting to pull the mixed tongue, saliva, and vaginal juice out, roaring loudly in intense pleasure. He growls loudly, his body convulsing within the bed of gold coins, the sounds echoing the contractions of the black dragon's body.

Growling in pleasure, shaking his head from side to side, the black dragon tries to pull his throbbing and hard length out, the coiled forked tongue massaging and squeezing. Meanwhile, the dragoness's maw is in a hard blowjob, and she rumbles in pleasure. Finally allowing the length to slide out of her mouth, she unfurls her tongue, sibilating. The black dragon then pulls her tail beside him, lying on her side, rubbing his throbbed dick in saliva over her scaled slit, feeling the moisture. He lets out a rumbling sound, savoring the sensation.

Shaking his head from side to side  attempts to pull and thrustting his dick  throbbing  massaging over scale rumbling in pleasure allowing the length to slide in of her slithole splitting passage  she unfurls her tongue, sibilating. The black dragon then hold her tail beside onto ground,  lying on her side, rubbing his throbbed dick in saliva over her scaled slithole pressing deep.

Penetrating and pressing, both dragons growl in contact, tongues lolling out, opening their jaws as they go into copulation.

Growling, the black dragon's hips move, pushing the length inside the dragoness's slithole. It contracts as she feels the intensity, sibilating and parting her jaws, arching her body as she senses her vaginal walls pressed against the spiky dick of the dragon, rising and flexing within her.

Humping hard and intense into his dragoness, he growls in pleasure, parting his jaws, shaking his head, and sibilating. He then looks at her face, breathing deeply with each thrust deep and intense.

he black dragon growls, pressing his barbed length deep, scraping against the vaginal walls, making both of them growl and pant. Then, their jaws meet, sliding, forked tongues caressing, and muffled growls locked in a draconic kiss.

The dragoness being penetrated orgasms, lifting her rear with the strength of her legs, embracing the full length inside her to not let go. This causes the black dragon to orgasm, his body trembling, humping hard beneath her.

The black dragon feels his barbed dick being milked inside the vagina, wanting his semen. Finally, he reaches his climax, filling her inside. Then, both unfurl their forked tongues in a long roar of climax.

Exhausted, oozing cum inside her, still with his dick inside, embraced by the dragoness's slithole, milking. Then, both exhausted, they collapse together into the bed of gold coins, the sound of their weight.

Coiled together sleeping.

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In the concealed sanctuary beneath a murky lake, the Black Dragon awakens, stretching its massive wings and revealing a piercing gaze. With sinuous grace, it maneuvers through the cavern, scales glistening ominously. Reaching the water's edge, it seamlessly transitions from land to water, disappearing beneath the surface with a resounding splash. Driven by a desire for dominance, the dragon emerges from the dark lake, its sleek form weaving through the water in a dance of ancient majesty. Fixated on the abyss, it lunges forward, jaws wide, and dives into the tumultuous depths below. Rising from the river, obsidian scales cascading water, the dragon surveys its surroundings with ancient intelligence. ‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’

‘’’’’’’’’’

Title: "Awakening of the Black Dragon: A Majestic Submersion"

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A black dragon stretches its wings in a damp, shadowy cavern beneath a dark lake.

The obsidian scales of the dragon glisten ominously as it moves through the cavern.

The Black Dragon transitions gracefully from land to water, leaving a resounding splash.

The dragon undulates through the water, a dance of power and ancient majesty.

Jaws wide, the dragon lunges forward into a controlled dive, disappearing into the lake.

The Black Dragon emerges from the dark depths, water cascading off its obsidian scales.

The dragon raises its head above the river's surface, surveying its surroundings.

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[brachyurans]

tw3 moods, part 4

BASE GAME GWENTE QUESTE COMPLETE. I AM KING.

you know how i was saying i wanted to use a Nilfgaard deck for the aesthetic well i played a bunch of practice rounds against merchants and put together a good Nilf deck and won the passiflora running Emhyr the Relentless and it was great

i think i might try a Monster deck for the BoW and HoS gwent quests but that’s pretty far in the future.

also, i managed to hit 100 hours on this game without doing a single main quest in skellige lmfao

i learned how to install w3 mods so i could put in Always Full Exp. i waited so long for skellige that nothing was giving me any exp anymore and seeing ‘received: 2xp’ after quests is kind of not fun. now i’m enjoying crossing contracts off again! overleveling is a fake gamer lie.

i figured out the incredibly hilarious fact that geralt’s honey-collecting method involves setting the entire beehive on fire and waiting for it to drop to the ground. geralt hasn’t been friends with bees since he was torturing them with jugs as a witcherling and he’s not about to start now. i haven’t yet figured out what i’m meant to do with all these honeycombs but i sure do got ’em!

the bit where geralt gets put in skellige prison made me chilly. they made him go barefoot :( on the other hand, geralt interacting with what passes for a justice system on this world is fantastic and heartbreaking, he is embittered and impatient and he wants everyone to hurry up and just tell him exactly how bad he’s going to get fucked over today

the way geralt’s face fucking DROPS when eredin shows up in the cave of dreams. [MUFFLED SCREAMING]

also, the way blueboy lists off the herbs everyone’s gotta take—hemlock, henbane, nightshade, etc.—and geralt is like whoa that’s gonna be a hell of a trip like FHSKFJSK of course mr. i-drink-poison-for-a-living knows exactly what kinda trip they’re gonna have. and he’s still just like fuck it this may as well happen to me today.

hjalmar’s quest was actually a tremendous amount of fun, i was kind of putting it off because i don’t enjoy boss battles, but it reminded me a lot of being a kid and how much i loved reading the bits with odysseus and polyphemus (and rereading. i swear i read the polyphemus sequence over twice as often as any of the rest of it). the odyssey was one of my favorite books as a child. yes i was that child. getting folan from the rock trolls was also a lot of fun and having him around for the rest of the investigation was nice. (amazing he could fire a bow with those burns on his hands tbh.) i’m always ten times more willing to wander into horrible dark caves when i have an npc around to be friends with.

i would smooch cerys an craite. geralt should not, that would be weird, but i would.

I PUT THE BABY IN THE FUCKING OVEN

i don’t even have fucking words for this quest i was like ok cerys i support you and then. oh my god. i SCREAMED. i almost missed the timed choice i was too busy freaking out. like. THIS?? THIS IS THE FUCKING CONTEXT FOR THAT???

obviously after all that i crowned her queen. who the fuck picks hjalmar over cerys when she’s obviously the superior candidate like crach says he has no preference but the only point he can give in hjalmar’s favor is “skellige wants a monarch who’ll lead them to battle with nilfgaard” like ok sure crach but i’m gonna back the monarch who won’t immediately fling the isles into emhyr’s maw. may the reign of the first queen of skellige be long and prosperous.

CIRI!!!! IS!!! GAY!!!!!!

i thought lesbian ciri was just a reasonably popular fanon but no you can look a naked woman straight in the eyes as ciri and say “actually, i prefer women,” i love & support my lesbian daughter

the entire last wish sequence killed me FUCKING DEAD

geralt when he says ‘agh, no, not another portal’ and yen tells him to stop whining 😭😭😭

me: ok geralt lets try for a repeat of the unicorn scene [selects dialogue]

geralt: you wanna fuck on the top of a mountain in a dead guy’s bed?

yen: no.

yennefer, darling and best-beloved as she is to me, actually super needs to stop reading geralt’s mind without permission it isn’t cute or funny. it is also, as far as i can see, an invention of the games. bad cdpr [whacks with newspaper]

i’ve now let both the succubi go so i can never make a succubus decoction. rip me. the uncraftable recipe in my alchemy tab is gonna bug me but i just won’t stab women for the crime of being Horny if i don’t have to is that so wrong

i absolutely could not bear to kill any more fucking sirens so around this point i went to get uma. i still have sidequests and Witcher diagrams to get in skellige but sirens and mountains are annoying.

emhyr: i give you leads as fresh as morning dew and this is what i get?

me: well after running around the continent on fifty different side quests the leads were all uh... slightly less fresh.

“forktails this close to the fortress? someone’s been slacking off” go on just drag eskel for filth why don't you geralt

time for everyone to go on their Life-Changing Field Trip with Zuko Geralt

omfg the illusion child with the foglets that Lambert said was copied from his cohort is fucking TINY. it’s probably a reused model because the trainee witchers must have been close to full-grown when they did the trial of the medallion if they were going out on the Path right after but still like... thas bad. witchers are tragedies.

that geralt and eskel’s idea of quality time is dissecting a katakan together (or rather, eskel dissects a katakan and geralt eats an apple...i desperately hope he got the apple out of his pack because it kind of looked like he grabbed it off the nasty-ass katakan table and that’s Gross, geralt)... these guys are fuckin nerds

eskel managing to radiate mom friend energy while practically black-out drunk is extremely powerful

if I was yennefer witnessing three men twice as big as me squeezed into my nice dresses i would have had MUCH harsher words for all of them. those dresses would be unwearable afterwards. also i made the mistake of taking everything off in order to wear yen’s pants which meant geralt woke up on the floor completely naked while everyone else was already busy having their shit together while fully dressed. embarrassing.

vesemir is an extremely fucked-up old dude. ah yes, you know how old people are, nostalgic for their torture tables, just can’t get rid of those. lambert is right about everything

emhyr may be a grade-A douché but geralt’s a little bitch. what’s wrong with morvran leading a banner to kaer morhen, i thought we liked morvran. he’s a horse girl and he’s always polite to us. you don’t even know how to command a company of nilfgaardian soldiers geralt. oh no emhyr will have intelligence about kaer morhen if morvran comes!—he would get the same if it was just the soldiers you think his companies aren’t full of spies??? suck it up and play nice for ciri we need bodies in that castle!! suspect geralt went to ask emhyr literally just to lord over him that he was going to do some fancy magic stuff with ciri that emhyr could never, smh

i have to stop main-questing now and Prepare i want at least three more levels and all of my Witcher gear in order before i head out after ciri

which means i gotta go kill some more sirens.

fuck.

[sobcultures]

28 29 30?

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

Not as hard as I would like. I can het very irritable, so it probably averages out to a 7. It’s something I’m trying to get better at, though.

three songs that you connect with right now

39 by design - drab majesty. I really liked how existential it was but then I found out it was about heaven’s gate and I realized how sad it actually was.

Incubus Succubus II - Xmal Deutschland- I don’t have a clue what it’s about since I don’t speak German well enough, but it’s creepy and very catchy

Where the wild roses grow - nick cave and the bad seeds. Idk it reminds me of home? I remember my dad playing it in the summer and saying like “this song is actually quite dark if you really listen to the lyrics” like ok dad, it’s pretty obvious this song from an album called “murder ballads” is about murder. Also I had a dream that I wrote an essay on it instead of my Socio assignment. Actually quite scary.

pick one of your favorite quotes.

Gonna be predictable and say “what should fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth?” From hamlet, because that’s a fkn powerful in amongst ham’s sexist bs. This is when I decided hamlet had to be gay - the whole scene he’s saying “ok, I never actually loved you Ophelia, I cannot change who I am, I’m not especially evil a person and yet I could still be considered one of the most morally despicable people out there, what are people like me supposed to do?” I felt that

[mythopia1]

Kami are powerful spirits worshipped in the Shinto religion. They are considered to be elemental beings who embody the forces of nature. They are manifestations of musubi, an interconnecting energy that binds the universe together, and are considered exemplary of what humanity should strive towards. The Kami’s earliest roles were as earth spirits, assisting the early hunter-gatherer groups in their daily lives.

Kamimusubi was one of the first Kami to emerge at the beginning of the time. She had no progenitor, and embodied the celestial plane. She was known as the great parent, an All-mother to the rest of the Kami. She resided over a celestial realm, which had no form, and floated in the ether like oil on water. One of her prodigy was Izanami, who would go onto create the physical world.

Izanami travelled to Earth with her brother Izanagi. Together, they created the islands of Japan using a divine spear, and went on to sire the rest of the Kami. Sadly, she died while giving birth to her last son, and passed to the underworld. Thus she became known as the Kami of creation and death.

Amaterasu was the first daughter created by Izanagi. After failing to save his sister from the underworld, Amaterasu was born from the tears of his left eye. She was a solar goddess, and painted the landscape of Japan with the glow of her aura, endowing it with light, colour and shade. In one Japanese myths, the land went dark for an age, when Amaterasu hid away in a cave.

It was Ama-No-Uzume who helped bring an end to this darkness. To coax Amaterasu out of the cave, she tore off her clothes in front of the other kami and began to dance. They laughed at her entertainment, capturing the attention of Amaterasu. The sun Kami peered out to see what all the fuss was about, and saw her glorious reflection in a mirror which Uzume had placed on a tree. She came out from her hiding spot, returning light to the world.

Toyotama-Hime was a sea kami. She took human form to marry the fisherman Hoori. Toyotama-Hime fell pregnant with their child, and she asked Hoori not to watch on her while she gave birth to their child. Sadly, Hoori was overcome with curiosity, and spied on her in secret. He was amazed to see her true form as a water dragon, and in shame, she abandoned her husband and child.

Konohanasakuya-Hime is the Kami of tree blossoms, embodying the delicate earth life. Although associated with fragility, she also resided over the volcanoes of Japan, reflectinga more violent side to her nature. Shrines have been built on Mount Fuji for Konohanasakuya-Hime, to prevent it from erupting, but shrines to her have been repeatedly destroyed by volcanic eruptions.

Yuki-Onna is the Kami of blizzards, known as 'snow girl'. She appears on snowy nights as a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair, and piercing eyes. She floats across the snow, leaving no footprints, and can transform into mist or snow if threatened. Yuki-Onna's icy breath can be used to freeze unsuspecting victims, and occasionally she takes on the form of a succubus, preying on weak-willed men for their life-force.

Hashinau-uk Kamuy is the spirit of the hunt. She protects hunters and guides them to game. She is depicted as a woman with long hair, wielding a bow and arrow, and is often seen carrying a child on her back. She is accompanied by a small bird, which shows hunters the way to game. Hunters worshipped her to assure a successful hunt, and fishermen to ensure a full catch.

Japanese culture eventually moved away from the hunter gather society, to a more farming based community. During this transition, the Kami's roles shifted to more sustaining duties, such as the growth of crops, the summoning of rain, the fertilisation of the soil, etc.

Uke Mochi was a Kami of plenty, who protected her followers food stores. She was renowned for hosting lavish feasts for other Kami. Once she was visited by Tsukuyomi, the moon spirit. She prepared him a feast by facing spitting out a fish, regurgitating wild game, and coughing up bowls full of rice. Tsukuyomi was so disgusted by her manner of serving that he killed her. Her dead body was used to create millet, rice, and beans, which formed the staple diet of the Japanese people.

Benten is a Kami of literature, music, wealth, and femininity. She is generally associated with the sea (many of her shrines are located by the coast). She is frequently depicted riding on a sea dragon. According to one legend, she married a sea serpent, thus putting an end to his ravages of the island Enoshima. She is often shown playing the biwa, a kind of lute.

Fii Nu Kang is the Kami of the hearth, both domestic and communal. She is commonly worshiped in the household, where she is called upon to protect the home, and the people who live within it. Fii Nu Kang is treated as a member of the family, and is often called upon to join the family during mealtime, where she is offered food and drink.

Inari Ōkami is the Japanese Kami fertility, who brings prosperity to agriculture, and creativity. She is associated with foxes, rice and sake, and her followers pray to her for prosperity and worldly success. She is usually regarded as female, though at times she is also referred to as an androgynous being, with both male and female characteristics. More than one-third of the Shinto shrines in Japan are dedicated to Inari.

These are just twelve of the most revered female Kami, but the Shinto tradition says that there are eight million, million kami in Japan.

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[alifeinprose]

Midwinter Moon

Alopex opened her eyes and unfurled her sleek body from the spiral in which she had been sleeping. Her jaws stretched into a yawn, and she glanced outside. Clouds covered the sky like a gray blanket, a shadowed reflection of the white snowy floor that had been laid the night before. Gently, Alopex padded to the mouth of her den and lifted her muzzle to sniff the air. A storm was coming.

She shook out her milky white fur and stretched her long form, feelling each sinew and muscle push and pull beneath her coat. She flexed her paws, licked her fangs, and lithely stepped out into the frozen wilds.

The wind pierced straight through her, and she clenched her jaw to keep from shivering. It would take almost all day to walk to the nearby town, and she was not thrilled about the prospect of enduring the wind for the whole journey. There was no other option, however. Tonight was the full moon. She could feel it rippling through her blood and bones.

For about three miles, she walked silently and smoothly, floating atop the fallen snow. Her stomach began to growl, but she knew that eating would make her changes difficult, so she ignored the rumbling and pressed on. About a mile from the town, she paused at a cave she frequented on these journeys. After checking the surroundings at least three times, Alopex took one last look at the setting sun with her icy blue eyes, swiveled her ears, sniffed the air, and disappeared into the darkness.

There were many words for what she was, many names and many curses. Kitsune. Kumiho. Succubus. Evil Spirit. Demon. But to Alopex, she was just a creature like any other, trying to survive with the lot she had been given. That lot meant that she lived most of her life as a small and solitary arctic fox, but for a few days each month transformed into a young and beautiful woman. In those short days, she felt she was truly living. The way others looked at her, the way they gravitated into her presence, the way they beheld her as otherworldly--because she truly was otherworldly in ways they would find horrifying if they learned. But then, she returned to her small vulpine body, cursed with the memories and thoughts of any other human woman but trapped in a distrusted scavenger valued only for the money her coat could bring.

The change was always agonizingly painful, ripping her and reshaping her for what seemed like eternity. She could not stop herself from crying out during the change, and had she eaten, she would have vomited. Every time, she would pray to those unfeeling gods please just let me be normal, let me be like everyone else, let me die. Every time, they failed to listen. Or failed to care.

At last, she lay shaking and shivering naked on the cave floor, a woman once more. She took her fingers and felt her face, her small nose, her soft lips, her harmless teeth. She ran her fingers through her hair, sweaty and stuck to her neck from the change. In the corner of the cave her stash of clothes remained. Oh, how difficult it had been the first few times she changed and walked into the town stark naked. But that was many towns and many lives ago. Now, Alopex was always prepared for her other life.

The clothes were nowhere near as warm as her arctic fur, but it covered her enough that she would not die or fall ill before she was able to find a place to stay indoors. Finding a place to stay was never difficult. Men were more than happy to help accommodate her. She applied some rudimentary cosmetics to her face, looking in a cracked discarded shard that used to be someone’s mirror. She bit her lips gently to make them appear more full and red, accidentally drawing a small amount of blood. She licked it away and smiled. She liked the taste in both bodies.

The last thing she put on was a necklace, her failsafe, her talisman. She placed the back of the pendant to her lip so that a drop of blood dried there. Once she could smell the blood on the back of that pendant, she knew her time was up. The change was coming soon, and she needed to flee.

Alopex repeated her mantra. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Head up. Smile. You own the night.

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Altaic sipped his Jack and Coke half-heartedly, glancing at his phone out of habit and boredom. This bar wasn’t exactly what he had expected when he agreed to help his friend out with the contest. This wasn’t his crowd, wasn’t his scene. The people running the show seemed pretty out of their depth, and all of the women were, well, not exactly his type. I’m gonna need a lot of booze and a lot of smokes to get through this, he thought. He finished his drink and went to the bar to order another.

He stood at the bar and signaled to the bartender. The bartender nodded, then went back to fixing someone else’s drink. It was bright pink, the color hiding the very heavy amounts of liquor being added. He watched the drink make its way to its owner, someone directly to his right. She was pretty, he guessed, but not stunning, though her long wavy silver hair was eye-catching. She thanked the bartender and smiled at him like a dear friend, then turned to go. Her icy blue eyes caught his, and his heart stuttered, unexpectedly. Then she sat alone at a small table, and she began to read a book. A book. In a bar. She was certainly unexpected.

The first group began, and he watched with half-sustained interest, occasionally glancing at the strange girl sitting alone with a book in a bar. They were not impressive, stumbling through their part as though they’d never prepared. They were useless at keeping his mind away from her. Mercifully, they finished after a short while, and he fled to the smoking room for the second half of his coping strategy.

The smoking room was familiar territory, a comfortable haven from the external chaos. He began to relax. He was talking to a couple other guys, trying to be polite but detached as he let the tobacco and fumes work their magic, when suddenly she entered. Her presence, her energy filled the room and burned through him like a strong shot. She asked some guy she knew if she could borrow a cigarette, and Altaic offered one of his without thinking. She raised the cigarette to her lips, ruby red like fresh blood, and he found himself jealous of the roll of paper cradled there. She gently touched his hand as he held the lighter for her, and as she inhaled the nicotine he inhaled her. He heard the announcement for the next group, and she quickly finished her cigarette to rejoin the room. Her eyes locked on his as she said earnestly, “Thank you for the cigarette. I owe you one.” Then she smiled and walked out.

She was like a virus in his mind. The whole night, no matter what he drank, how much he smoked, Altaic was tracking her with his gaze, following her footsteps, reveling in her joy, smiling at her carefree dancing, hungering to feel the curves of her body closer to his. Hours passed, and she kept returning to him, smiling and dancing and infecting him with how alive she was. He was in her trance, and he was not alone. Jealously, suspiciously, he watched as other guys gravitated to her as well, asking for attention with questions that shallowly hid their true intentions--just a few more seconds of her captivating focus. The contest ended, her favored groups victorious, and he watched her celebrate with complete abandon. His fever rose, her virus took control, and he grabbed her hand and said quick goodbyes. He needed to feel her. He needed to have her.

Her body was sorcery, her skin as soft as the finest fur. She growled and moaned with pleasure beneath him, and they made love and war for hours. He couldn’t stop, he never wanted to stop, he wanted the night to reign eternal with her in his arms, in his bed, on his lips, on his skin. At last, both completely spent, they collapsed together, her resting gently on his chest, the smoke of his cigarette tangling around her silver hair.

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Alopex awoke to the smell of cigarettes, and her nose burned. She opened her aqua eyes to behold the sun peaking through the shutters of an unfamiliar room. He still lay sleeping, and she remained peacefully experiencing the warmth of their naked bodies and the sound of his heartbeat. She softly stroked his chest and reached to adjust her necklace. Only to find it absent.

Her heart raced. Her body tensed. Her necklace was gone.

She tried desperately to smell anything, anything but the cigarette smoke floating in her hair and all around him. Her nose was on fire. She could smell nothing. Panic rose, and she got up lithely and padded to the bathroom. She locked the door and turned on the water, filling the room with a purifying steam. She took her nail and made a small, barely visible scratch on her arm. The metallic scent flooded her nose and made her mouth water. This was very bad. The change was coming.

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Altaic awoke to the sound of water. He stretched lazily and waited for her to come out of the shower, so he could pull her back into bed and feel her wet skin against his. He sat up and felt something in the bed next to him. Her pendant necklace must have fallen off during their lovemaking last night. Either that, or in a frenzy he had ripped it off of her. She brought out something truly animalistic in him. He’d never fucked like that with anyone before. He rubbed the stone in the center of the necklace and marveled at how it changed in the light. The water shut off, and he smiled.

She stepped out of the bathroom, and his smile faded into concern. She seemed unwell, all the color had drained from her face, and she looked like she was about to be sick. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I need to leave. I really don’t feel well. I’m sorry,” she said in rapid succession, stumbling over the words like they were a foreign language to her. She dressed quickly, her eyes darting all over the room for something she seemed to be missing.

“Oh, looking for your necklace?” He held it up. “It’s really incredible; it looks completely different in the day than it did last night. But, it’s kind of dirty...”

She grabbed it and put it on deftly. “It’s okay. It’s very precious to me. I can take care of it later.” How had she gotten dressed so quickly? She walked over to the bed and stumbled, catching herself on the mattress. “Sorry, just feel a little weak.”

“You should stay here and rest. You look really sick.”

“I’ll be fine,” she breathed, voice almost raspy. She gave him a quick kiss, and he swore he could smell something different on her. Like the air just before it snows. “I really need to go. Thank you for last night. You made me feel…” She paused, her face looking pained, and she gritted her teeth. “Sorry, gotta run. See you soon.”

Altaic stared at the door, wondering what sort of spell she had cast over him, and what that spell must have cost her. Then his phone buzzed, and he glanced at it out of habit.

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The world was reeling. Irregular footsteps dotting the snow. Shivering hands falling to the earth to catch it before it hit her. Smells overwhelming her, sounds tearing through her, skin rippling and burning. She vomited the drinks from the night before, then covered them with fresh snow before continuing to run. She turned some heads, but she couldn’t afford to care. She needed to make it to her safe place. She had to make it. She couldn’t lose another town, another home, another place where at least a few days a month, she felt like she could fit. Like she belonged. Even if that was just a lie she told herself.

[n3kk1tty]

Crack Head Cannons for Beasts of Santa Carla: Happy ending addition part 1

( Beasts of Santa Carla is a fanfic series I wrote for the lost boys in which all monsters exist in a society in Santa Carla. It's a lost boys Au. Me and @tac-the-unseen have been cooking up these head cannons behind the scene and there just too good no to share)

Laddie is the oldest of the kids. He always will be even if he isn't biological. That does leave him though to be the coolest big brother ever.

( Explanation: Laddie is able to age up as a vampire thanks to a special medicine vampire society created to help child vampires to grow up. )

The group ends up having 3 bio kids of their own. Clarabella ( Succubus ) Damien ( Hybrid) Aneta ( Natural Born Vampire )

( Explanation: Succubi are a breeder species they have percentages of what species their baby will come out as with the spouses. Hybrid is a true mix of both parents species which creates a new one. Mura/ protag is a hybrid herself)

~Big Brother and the baby beasts~

Laddie started going by Dee when he became a teenager and started hanging out with the Woodsboro gang. He initially was hanging out with them because he was interested in Sydney but then he started a real friendship / something more with Billy and Stu.

Billy and Stu found out his real name was Laddie when a toddler Clarabella ran up to her big brother calling him that. He was not escaping that teasing from them.

Clarabella has the ability of blood strings. She can make threads out of her blood which can cut through anything. She manifested it when she was young. Laddie used this to teach her how to easily pick locks for him so he could escape when grounded.

Damien cried a lot as a baby and for the first few months of his life couldn't be held by his father's because he thought they were too scary. Laddie was an exception though and it pissed the male vamps off that only he could hold their son.

Michael carries Clarabella like a sack of potatoes through grocery stores with Damien in a fabric sling on his chest because he will cry if he can't feel close to his parents. Star keeps fussing over him carrying the little girl properly while baby Aneta just blankly stares up at her mom.

The vampire coven had a house built above the cave because Mura, Star, and Michael refused to live in a cave. Mura paid some dwarfs to build it because dwarven technology and construction is unmatched and it's what the city of vampires mostly utilizes.

~ Bug Arc ~

Paul is scared of bugs. It stems from him waking up to a few roaches stuck in his hair unable to get out. This is why Marko is allowed to keep pigeons in the cave so they keep bugs off Paul in his sleep

All three kids are not scared of bugs thanks to Mura having the ability to create them from her blood and the fact their grandfather is a spider demon and mother is a moth like succubus.

Damien loves bugs a lot. Exspecially beetles. This sensitive little boy likes to have his succubi mother make him cool beetles to carry around or battle.

This works on car rides because him and Clara will battle beetles together and it keeps them entertained but Paul has to sit crazy far away from this. David plays beetles with the kids and Marko specifically loves to chase Paul with them.

This has led to Damien who is seeking quality time with one of his father's to bring Paul bugs. Or inviting Paul into a pillow fort he built just to jump lighting speed out as there's a bunch of live creepy crawlies in there that the little boy is hoarding together. This always causes the young boy to cry as he thinks Paul is running away from him.

No need to fear though his big sister Clara is always there to try and explain to toddler Damien that Paul isn't scared of him he's scared of bugs. She just goes about it wrong.

Paul clings to the ceiling as Damien wails below him. Crying his little eyes out like the world was ending. Of course this gets the attention of the leader of the pack David as he knew his son cried a lot much to his disappointment but this one sounded different. Clara waddles up to her brother patting his head to try and get him to cease before the other parents arrive to discover her not asleep for nap time. " It's okay Dami papa loves you. He just doesn't like buggies. See" Damien stops crying as he watches his older sister use her strings to pick up a centipede and while Paul looks curiously down at his daughter all hell breaks loose.

With speed and precision Clarabella launches the squirming bug at Paul and lands it smack on his face. Pure screams of terror erupts in the playroom as he drops from the ceiling to the floor flailing in discomfort. David and Michael burst through the door in a panic as many other foot steps from the house can be heard rushing up the stairs. " WHAT HAPPENED!!" David shouts only to be met with the scene of Paul crying violently as Clara and Damien stack bugs on top of him. Paul practically foaming at the mouth by how upset he is. Michael feels terrible trying not to laugh as he rescues Paul while David has a stern talking to his trouble making daughter.

Aneta is another problem for Paul as his youngest baby girl. The little one who takes after his relaxed nature the most. Likes trapping bugs in her mouth alive.

On many occasions Paul through his fear has had to wrangle scorpions from her mouth or even spiders.

He was outside with the kids at one point when they were visiting Mura's parents house and he heard a loud buzzing coming from the little girl's mouth.

Dwayne had to double assist him in rescuing the cicada from the tiny terror in fear it would damage her mouth.

Mura was heavily scolded for showing the kids her trick of making bugs in her mouth. David and Star assume this is where Aneta picked up the bugs in the mouth stunt as the little girl will proudly show her moth mother.

[an-oger-in-the-wild]

It’s been over the course of about a session a month for the last few months, but tomorrow I will be wrapping up a fun little four-shot campaign for a friend and his buddies.  Through the excitement of the game, the party has trekked through two separate ruins - little do they know, the BBEG at the bottom of the current dungeon is the farthest thing from “the end” of the campaign.

There are, of course, moments during a TTRPG where slaying the boss marks the end of a scene, chapter, or story; however, sometimes there is an opportunity to jolt the players back into the of “it ain’t over til it’s over.”  It is for this reason that I would like to post an idea to DMs that is far from uncommon but still exciting nonetheless: forcing your PCs to escape with their lives after vanquishing a creature of immense power.

Imagine, if you will, the death throes of your mighty creature that your party just finished off - perhaps it was an ancient dragon or maybe a powerful lich or even a Great Old One like an aboleth - the party gets their final lick, describing in detail how they go about slaying the entity.  If we are being honest, a normal combat encounter for most parties goes something like this: FIGHT, KILL, LOOT, MOVE ON.  Your adventurers may have grown complacent with the idea of “it’s dead, we’re safe.” 

But what if they aren’t?

As your wizard begins investigating the area for arcane relics, the rogue moves to check for chests and traps while the cleric systematically offers healing to any hurt heroes, all the while thinking that nothing will happen until they choose to move on - though there’s nothing wrong with this line of thinking, it’s fun to both keep them on their toes while also providing agency to a high-level encounter by pitting them against the element of survival.

Picture a group of adventurers who just cleared a mine full of of duergar to claim an legendary artifact or a party who just disposed of a mummy in an ancient pyramid: what would happen if the magic these creatures used within their “lair” dissolved when their life-force(s) were extinguished?  Here are three tips for building a fun escape encounter that doesn’t turn into a monotonous hour of running.

Tip #1 - Set Your Trigger

Decide what will set off the series of events.  Do you have a special magical item for the party to find?  Perhaps removing it from its pedestal will cause a Cave of Wonders effect.  Do you have the group pitted against a creature with arcane abilities?  Maybe killing them results in a magical rift in the space surrounding.

Tip #2 - Know Your Players’ Strengths

Like any skill check challenge, you’ll want your party to play to their strengths: I feel that players get the most satisfaction out of being able to bring something to the table that is unique to them and useful to all.  Many escape encounters focus on Dexterity saving throws, Athletics checks, and Constitution-focused running...which is all fun and games until your party is mostly casters.  Then what?  I propose taking a glance at your players’ character sheets and picking out a few abilities in which they are either “proficient” or considered to have “expertise.”  This way, the barbarian doesn’t have to piggyback the wizard through a gauntlet of physical challenges (and the wizard’s player doesn’t have to feel useless).

Tip #3 - Pace the Chase

Those who use maps during combat like to abide by a creature’s “movement speed” per round to calculate the distance they can move each turn.  This is practical in battles due to the turn-taking nature of those encounters; however, I find using movement speed tedious outside of combat unless a character is unable to keep up with the others (this could be due to exhaustion, unconsciousness, or other details).  In the event that you want to implement an escape or chase encounter, let me encourage an occurrence-based system to drive your “rounds.”  This way, rather than wasting time going through each PC’s “six seconds” of a turn, you can move everyone forward at a standardized speed to different checkpoints (or “occurrences”) instead. These can be traps that force saving throws, obstacles that require teamwork to overcome, or impediments that can be conquered with successful skill checks.  Once the “occurrence” has been faced, you can move them along based on the pass or fail result and proceed to the next checkpoint in the next “round” of the encounter.

So with those three tips, there is the escape encounter I crafted for my PCs (feel free to steal or adjust to fit your own needs):

Great Escape Encounter

As the succubus slumps to the floor, black, thick ichor spills from her mouth; the same fluid begins to pour from the corners of her eyes as she looks up at you all.  She smiles through the viscous black liquid that now frames her nose and mouth as she says with her last breath - "that was fun…but it's probably too late to run."

A bone-chilling cackle erupts from her throat as she falls, vanquished…however, her destruction also spells the desolation of the ruins: as though standing at the epicenter of an earthquake, a low rumble begins to build until you all suddenly find the walls and floors beginning to tremor…and the fiend's final words resonate within your mind - IT’S TIME TO RUN.

Round 1: Raining Stone

Before they even leave the first room, the ceiling begins to break apart and crumble.

Have everyone make a Dexterity saving throw (DC 11) to dodge the falling objects: on a failed save, the target takes 4d6 bludgeoning damage (or half as much on a successful one).

Round 2: Knowing the Way

Having never been to these halls before now, the party must correctly retrace their steps or otherwise risk certain doom.

Have someone roll an Intelligence check (DC 13) to see if they can successfully remember the maze-like corridors to find their way back to the Grand Staircase.

Failure causes them to take the incorrect route, forcing the save from Round 1 again.

Round 3: Unstable Stairway

As the party runs up the Grand Staircase, several chunks of stairs will crumble and fall, creating a large gap that the PCs will have to jump to clear.  Looking down into it, it gives the PCs a feeling of extreme uneasiness as it exudes an aura of pure chaotic evil.  The chasm fades to magical darkness and the echoing sounds of wailing and gnashing of teeth can be heard by all.

Have each PC roll their choice of either an Athletics (long jump) or Acrobatics (parkour-running sideways along the wall then hopping) check (DC 15) to vault the gap.  

On a failed save, another creature may use their reaction to try to catch (DC 17 Athletics check) or cast a spell to aid the fallen PC.  

Failing this check by 5 or more results in barely clearing the gap and thus plummeting into the now gaping, gurgling Abyss.

Round 4: Crumbling Corridors

By this point, the walls, ceilings, and floors have been demolished to the point that it's a toss up as to the safest route to take: even someone with the keenest mind would have a tough time guessing which way would lead to solace.

Have a PC with expertise in Insight roll (DC 17) to see which direction their intuition dictates.

Failure causes them to take the incorrect route, forcing the save from Round 1 again.

Round 5: Watery Walkways

The fountain from the first floor has now flooded most of the first level nearest the entrance.

Have a PC with expertise in Nature roll (DC 19) to discern the safest route to swim to find the exit.

Failure causes them to take the incorrect route, forcing the save from Round 1 again.

Round 6: Triumph or Entombment

A final obstacle stands in the group's way as a massive chunk of stone blocks the exit - this is all that separates them from their two possible fates: being buried alive, or escaping with their lives.

No single PC can clear this impediment: the group must work together to achieve a combined Strength score of 35 to clear the blockage.

A player can reduce this DC by 10 with a successful Charisma-based check (DC 17) to inspire the members making the Strength check (examples: Persuasion to keep calm, Deception to assure them that everything is fine, or Intimidation to induce fear and therefore adrenaline).

I hope this was a helpful guide!  Check out my past posts for other fun encounter ideas!

[gathering-storm]

Shevel vs Claw, argument of temporarily partnered sociopaths (vote for the winner thing)

Shevel: licking his sword you know, I think I like the taste of blood better than the sound of the CONSTANT BULLSHIT coming from your mouth

Claw: and I prefer the sound of nails on a chalkboard in the middle of a cave to your incessant insults Shevel: what’s it like, ya know, bein born with a silver spoon up your ass? Claw: shaking head I am seriously starting to question why I ever agreed to work with such a rambunctious, pea-brained, volcanic-tempered, uncontrollable, severely psychologically damaged by his own ineptitude, sentient slab of unmitigated wrathful uncouth vengeance as you.......I swear, one more unneeded vulgarity from you and I might well just dissolve this detrimental partnership for the sake of my own sanity... Shevel: I can do that psych bullshit too, lets see here looks Claw over you're a smarmy, egotistical, stalker-like, secretly-gay-for-your enemy Fifty Shades of Gray wannabe with a dick so tiny a bitch'd need a magnifying glass to tell it from your damn sac hair and a pole up your ass about the fact your target would LITERALLY rather stick his cock in a beehive than get it ANYWHERE near your flabby ass Claw: blushing from how accurate pieces of that were for your information, though the size of my genitals is none of your concern, I have been told by several women and men alike that it is more than adequate to please them, a task you, in your infinite cruelty, could not manage while being coached by a succubus MID-COITOUS! Shevel: listen, dickstain, we all know the ONLY FUCKING REASON you're so obsessed with Jericho is because poor little you saw his mommy die when you were little and you think, for some cockbrained reason, it would've played out ANY DIFFERENTLY if she hadn't been nice to him, well newsflash mommy's little psychobitch, your skank of a mom was doomed from the start, overly nice little whores like her ALWAYS get the short end of the stick in life because they DESERVE.IT Claw: balling his fist in fury, trying not to outright explode on him I have done my research on you, as any intelligent being would have, and have ascertained your trite motives which, by any standards are the fodder of a middle ages soap opera done poorly, you killed your entire family, your entire RACE, simply due to an imagined injury upon your own nuclear ego, you were passed over for the role of king at a young age because of the very temper you show now, a judgement, I must say, I would have done as well were I your father, though I would not have been so foolish as to keep you alive, then, when you realized you would not be able to keep entertained without victims, you decided, against all POSSIBLE LOGIC to have yourself fused with your very nemesis for centuries, something not even the most foolish of pigs  or desperate of malcontents would do, a HORRIFIC lapse in judgement that not only hampered your ability to indulge yourself in the mindless slaughter you crave as an addict lusts for intoxicants, but which also gave your most hated enemy a FAR more than sufficient time to learn every conceivable aspect he could have ever needed to know of you in order to defeat you, in all of this you have defeated yourself, your longest standing plan merely acting as your greatest failure! Shevel: first off, sir High of Mighty, only a total FANBOY would go to the just batshit lengths you must've gone to just to get all that info, you know, since were NOT EVEN IN MY DIMENSION RIGHT NOW, second, yeah, my dad passed me over, the stupid fucknut, but he's DEAD, his god-damn HEAD is the bowl of my shitter back home, unlike you, I've actually managed to DO SOMETHING about the assholes that've pissed me off, instead of just going on and on and on and on like a busted record player, I mean SERIOUSLY you broken-wing arrogant retard, have you EVER even gotten that walking condom ad to kill himself WITHOUT chickening out at the last possible second and SAVING his worthless ass....shit man, you're like a cat torturing a mouse but the mouse is getting bored cause you KEEP ON BANDAGING IT, despite your "supposed" intelligence, you have got to be the single.dumbest.mother,fucker out there, what total NUMBNUTS stalks a guy for DECADES, gets his wife to off herself AND her kids, and just manages to make his enemy even MORE POWERFUL. seriously, at least when I slice someone from collarbone to crotch, they STAY DEAD, not come back borderline unkillable with freaky-ass powers that let'em be even MORE of a manwhore...and you say I'M the fuckup.....take a look in the mirror sometime Claw: gritting his teeth that was an unforeseen happenstance, what man, mortal or no, could have CONCEIVABLY ANTICIPATED a dead man coming back near godlike? and besides, you are far from a perfect killer, failing to even manage to kill the teacher of your mortal enemy, who, by all accounts, terrifies you to the point of nearly defecating yourself merely by arriving on the scene of your latest botched attempt at total victory while you claim to fear nothing, such a flimsy attempt at feigned invulnerability, even when the undeniable fact is it would only take someone actually caring about you to kill you, it is as though someone designed a villain for a Japanese anime whose only weakness is difficult not because it is intrinsically challenging to use, but simply because they are too worthless of a living being for even the LIGHTEST OF HEARTS to accidentally take advantage of it and force an involuntary purging of stomach contents with something so simple as a kiss on your poorly-washed cheeks. if anything the mere knowledge that such a small act could affect you thusly is only further evidence of your own utter patheticness, in all honesty, you make me laugh simply by being yourself more than the thought of my target squirming beneath my boot

[saltyrabbitb]

What’s the Full Moon spell?

It was a spell to control Rikkun’s “demons” every moon. But since Iblis ruined it, the “demons” are more stronger in Moons. This means Rikkun has a great chance of transforming into the various of monsters/demons/animals/ect. This is a chance for Rikara to be reborn.

Who’s Rikara?

Rikkun’s true demon. Rikara is mention to be born on the Full Moon of her Birthday. Rikara will follow in Pyramid’s steps and collide the worlds. Rikara is the final form for Rikkun. From there, Rikkun’s soul is vanished and placed inside a crystal stone within a cave. Summoning Rikkun back is a low risk of killing her.

Contracts?

The game hasn’t ended. In order to live a relationship of love Rikkun’s contract will need to be sign. What is this contract? The paper consists of the “demon” becoming one with you. At your service. At your command. As your Guardian. And as your wife. You can do anything towards her after signing. Intercourses. Abuse. Make them your beastily pet. They become what you want them to be. It’s a way of submitting towards the owner/master. By not signing, Rikkun will be glad. Happy she isn’t domesticated- however she will gladly be as a guardian to you. She’ll be free but will still have attachments to her owner/master.

Is the Kitsune a form of a succubus?

Half and half. She is the many of hybrids, that includes Vampire/Succubus. The Kitsune [as I mentioned in a old post], killed males and took parts after seducing. Rikkun’s version was more of teasing then aiming to kill. However since the Kitsune lives off blood than actual intercourse, its proven that Rikkun will ache for blood more than “fun”. She doesn’t know, but its the reason why her fangs ache and grow during fights.

Couldn’t Rikkun follow in Pyramid’s steps?

Yes! Rikkun is able to duel the Great Sword. In fact she is the only character-aside from Soul Regina- to summon it. During Pyramids entering scene in aLtL, Rikkun felt a great fear down inside. Her and Pyramid are somewhat connected due to Claudia. Remember: Rikkun was born on a snowy cold day.

[amunet0421]

Betrayal & A Broken Heart

Betrayal & A Broken Heart I told you on the day we wed I was gonna love you till I'se dead Made you wait till our wedding night That's the first and last time I wear white I watched as my 'husband' kissed that whore who already spread her legs for another married man. It made my heart cold and shattered as they continued this, this adultery while I remained the faithful quiet wife. Here people said that Elijah was the noble, moral brother. They couldn't have been farther from the truth. So if the ties that bind ever do come loose Tie 'em in a knot like a hangman's noose Cause I'll go to Heaven or I'll go to Hell Before I see you with someone else Niklaus and Kol have noticed me growing distant from the family. Even little Henrik was worried about me and angry at Elijah. My mother Ayana knew what was the cause of my distraught and tried to console me, saying how Tatia was a strumpet and eventually she'll break his heart. Life just seems worthless and cruel if I had to watch Tatia bare Elijah's children, and she's not even his wife! Put me in the ground Put me six foot down And let the stone say: Kol had always loved me and cared for me like I was the most important thing in the world to him. Niklaus saw me as a younger sister who always made sure he was alright after one of Mikael's rages. The whore had the audacity of telling me how Elijah was so good in bed and how she was with child. "Here lies the girl whose only crutch was loving one man just a little too much" If you go before I do I'm gonna tell the grave digger he better dig two As I walked along the edge of the forest, I realized that the full moon was in exactly two days. I'd have to work quickly to ensure no one stopped me from relieving this pain. Mother always said that there was peace in death. So why continue living this nightmare when I can finally be with daddy. The wolves got him many summers ago when I was but four summers old. Well, It won't be whiskey, won't be meth It'll be your name on my last breath If divorce or death ever do us part The coroner will call it a broken heart The night of the full moon has arrived and just as I suspected, Elijah was gone with Tatia. I made sure all the letters I had written were placed where I was supposed to have slept. In my best dress that Kol always loved, I left to free myself of this pain. My life was already gone before the claws hit me. So put me in the ground Put me six foot down And let the stone say: Kol's POV: I awoke in the morning with my family after that hellish full moon night. Checking on Aria, I found her gone but her furs didn't look slept in. The letters on top caused my breath to hitch. Opening the one with my name on it, it read: Dearest Kol, I am sorry to say that I am no longer among you. By the time you've read this, the wolves will have claimed my body. Do not weep though for I will always be with you and know that I could never be ashamed of what may come. However the pain had become too much. Forever and Always your love, Aria Ayanadottir She was gone my beloved Aria, my lioness. "Here lies the girl whose only crutch Was loving one man just a little too much" If you go before I do I'm gonna tell the grave digger he better dig two Elijah's POV: After returning from my night with Tatia I went to where my family and my wife Aria surely were at. When arriving on the scene, I saw Kol, Niklaus, Mother and little Henrik weeping but there was no sign of Aria. "You bastard!" Kol screamed at me, "because of you Aria has left." This couldn't be right, Aria loved me no matter how unfaithful I was. Sadly mother just shook her head and handed me a letter that read: Elijah, Was I really that unlovable that you had to find comfort in the arms of someone else. That someone who was not your faithful wife of ten summers. What did I ever do for you to cause me this pain. It has become unbearably clear to me now, you never once meant those vows we spoke to each other. Faithfully yours, Aria Ayanadottir She was gone, I caused her too much pain in the end. Dig two ooh, ooh I took your name when I took those vows I meant 'em back then and I mean 'em right now, Ooh right now Niklaus POV: Elijah is no longer the brother I once knew. He has fallen just like any other man to that succubus' deception and Aria, my sweet, beloved little sister, paid the price for his infidelity. I ended up hating him for the rest of my existence. If the ties that bind ever do come loose If "forever" ever ends for you If that ring gets a little too tight You might as well read me my last rites Third POV: As they all left the caves a body was visible at the edge of the forest. There in her finest dress dead was Aria Ayanadottir a beloved Sister daughter and friend. People wept for a life that was cut short by the fates. When just the Mikaelsons remained Rebekah and Ester openly wept for the lose of little Aria who died too young. And let the stone say: "Here lies the girl whose only crutch Was loving one man just a little too much" If you go before I do Gonna tell the gravedigger that he better dig, uh! There'll be a stone right next to mine, We'll be together 'til the end of time Don't you go before I do, I'm gonna tell the gravedigger that he better dig two I told you on the day we wed I was gonna love you 'til I's dead