Guru was stretched out as if staring at the nonexistent sky. Fast asleep and dreaming, the tom was exhausted after satisfying his no-fur's demands. He didn't allow himself to think about it too much before he went to sleep with Spitfire snuggled next to him, stroking his furry chest.
Guru had always been a deep sleeper, so it took a minute to register Spitfire was trying to rouse him by poking him in his side with growing intensity.
"Wake up, you big idiot. We aren't in the bubble anymore."
Guru still had a bit of floaty head from the sex as he rolled the other way to look for his jeans. "Oh, shouldn't it be colder?"
"We aren't the same dimension." Spitfire informed him as the tom was just noticing their new environment. Guru started to put his jeans on. "Oh no, no one said you could get dressed or that I was done with you. Besides if we are where I think we are, when will we ever get the chance to fuck on the Black Devil's throne again?"
Despite h
Spitfire took his time considering the various things in the Black Devil's treasure trove. Oh, he pretty much knew what he was going to use. The pretending to consider his options was all for his own amusement and to add to Guru's growing distress. Teasing then using the sexy, submissive tom was the best way for Spitfire to show his feelings. The no-fur was overwhelmed but as bickering turned to heat and that turned to his fantasies in furred flesh, he had to admit that he was enamored.Running his hand over a few of the toys, he wondered if he could steal one, just one, to have a keepsake of the first time they played like this. Spitfire chided himself for thinking with such sentimentality but that big beautiful blonde tom was everything he never allowed himself to dream he could have. The idea of commemorating this first time meant it would be followed by many more.Whispering, even shouting I love you didn't come close to what Spitfire was feeling.
Hades sat up in his cell, as much as the cramped space allowed. The Black-fur tom drew in several deep breaths. He wasn't sure when he got out of the box that felt like a coffin but he was glad for the comparatively large size of his cell. It sort of felt like he had a hangover. His head was definitely pounding.Oh, wait, that might be ol' Blackie trying to get his attention."Fuck off!" The Elementalist growled. "I've been awake for all of thirty seconds."The buzzing became words. "Sure. Sure. If you don't want to know where your-- what did you call him? Ah, Doll. I assume you want to know where he is?"The blur in Hades's focus instantly disappeared. "Don't even kid about that, old tom.""I never joke about the details of a contract." King appeared as the crystal parted to let him into Hades' cell. "I may have seized your consciousness to witness more of the ritual. That's probably the dizzy, uncomfortable feeling you are having."Hades d
It was nearly impossible for Doll to recognize the voice that kept fading in and out. It was warm and commanding and held the invitation to drown within it. But that was wrong. He was a small god and he didn't have anyone he answered to or belonged to. That went against the gift his kind had offered the toms."Don't make me say it again, Skin-sheath. You are mine." The words pressed against his mind and his heart. The one trying to reach him truly believed he was only his. "Is this a game, pretty baby? Do you think I can't possess you from here? Are you not aware that when you gave yourself to me there was no going back? I'm Hades, notorious for so many things before our paths crossed. I move in and out of the darkness. In fact, I can command it. Silly little no-fur, physical distance isn't going to keep me from claiming what is mine."Doll wanted to move closer to the purring seduction but that way was pain. Going against what he knew he was supposed to do would invit
Lexi tiptoed as well as a demon with a serious balance problem could into the room Wound pointed him towards after the healing bath. He felt better but still like the sickness was lying in wait. The demon had no idea how to hold it back when it decided to attack again but he was grateful for the reprieve. And the grave warning Wound gave him wasn't far from his mind. While the poison slumbered, it was dreaming up new ways to multiply. If they were lucky, Lexi had half a day before the sickness resumed its devastation.Time enough for the next part of the healing if he and Jinx didn't waste too much of it not doing what they were supposed to. Tell their deepest secrets to each other. Demons lied, it was just what they did. Telling the truth was practically a foreign concept. Lexi had no idea what thing he was supposed to tell Jinx. Maybe it was just some kind of expectation for them to reveal their feelings for each other.That was a scary thought. Not a truth Lexi want
There was suddenly a lot more of Lexi wrapping around Jinx. Nothing grew back that had been severed as Jinx felt two paws petting his back and one more caressing the top of his head.It was a fantastic kiss. Jinx thought this kind of kiss would feel like no other, that first kiss with his Innehavre. Jinx knew without a doubt at that moment thatLexi was his. Instead of fireworks and erasing every other kiss he'd had from his mind, it was like his favorite moment between casting a card and the spell happening. A timeless pause where everything and anything was possible.Jinx’s head was swimming. It felt wrong when Lexi dropped his arms and stepped back,letting him go. Lexi's secret was on full display, his Underworld form, minus his otherworldly wings. Jinx hoped that they would be able to restore them in the healing.Jinx could only see the demon he loved. He assumed Lexi feared he would see a monster. The soft furry belly of his smaller demon f
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Hades's words were nearly lost in his hiss. Both of his eyes were open and both of his paws held the crystal sphere. "I... had... the power to save him!"He stared with red rage into the swallowing dark of King's gaze. Though any contact with Doll had been broken, the energetic connection the Elementalist made with the Black Devil was boiling over. Hades didn't have direct control over his own auric magick but he felt stronger than ever."Boy, you need to get your head on straight. That power you think you have, it's not yours, nor is it entirely mine." There was danger in King's tone. Dire warning,in fact, but Hades wasn't sure he cared.The crystal was allowing him to steal King's auric magick and mold it like his own. King being the Black Devil, notwithstanding, Hades entertained the thought of draining it all for his own purposes. Especially if it was the only way to save Doll. And King seemed vulnerable.Rather t
"I need you to remember this is born from a long tradition." King ran the tips of his barely unsheathed claws over Hades's head. He was careful to move his voice down a half octave, a subtle shift he used when he wanted to soothe a demon about to be used or punished and not the voice he used on frightened tom souls or young no-fur essences. The difference was slim,but had its effects."For longer than I've had the position I currently occupy, Black-furs have bowed at the feet of the Black Devil and been gifted with great things. You've known the power of a bond that transcends both surrender and love, I feel it in your aura."King felt more than that. Hades's muscles were tensed like a tom ready to sprint away. The Black-fur's tail was flipping back and forth. The Grey-fur knew Hades was going against his instincts and it was taking every bit of his willpower to stay on his knees. To commit to what King wanted from him.Though there might not be any kind o
Spitfire was careful as he moved closer to the gathered demons. What he heard was shocking. The assembly was going through viable ways to overthrow the Black Devil. He felt most of them were ill-conceived and the plot looking to get the most support was never going to work.But still, why now? The Black Devil had ruled... well,forever as far as the ginger-haired no-fur knew.As far as he could tell the demons weren't even dissatisfied with ol'Blackie's leadership,just the fact that he was a Black-fur tom and not a demon. But again,why now? It was common knowledge the Black Devil was a tom. All the stories said it was for the sake of balance. And no one really knew or understood where demons came from. Were they twisted tom souls or what became of those who dabbled a bit too far in the dark arts?Was there a leader here? It didn't seem to the no-furthatany one demon held the floor. So was there someone else behind the spark of the de