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The voice that summoned Spitfire's attention felt like icy fingers sliding across his bare neck before creeping lower to brush against his seeding pocket in the most unpleasant of ways."I think you will serve me well. Yes, a fine vessel you will be."Amid everything else happening around him, molestery voices weren't exactly at the top of Spitfire's list of concerns. First and foremost were his bondmates. All three of them.He was still worried sick over Guru and where his big dumb tom had gotten to. Their tenuous connection was not completed and Spitfire could only sense it because of their shared connections to Hades and Doll. Especially Doll. At least one of the kits his no-fur lover carried was Guru's, creating a strong bond that Spitfire could feel.His own litter of kits had at least one of Guru's as well, but their incomplete Innehavre bond was making sensing the Blond-fur very hard. All that Spitfire could tell was Guru was far away. Very far away.He was going to have to for
Lexi was having trouble keeping track of everything happening. He watched in awe as Jinx, glowing with the god aura they quested for his Topsider to find, healed the pirates' Captain and sent Doll and Hades into some form of divine protection.Jinx had been beautiful as he did it. Lexi swore he saw black and white ethereal butterflies all around him. He'd tried not to think about how such a lowly Demon as himself could possibly still be of value to Jinx.After all, the Orangelo hadn't exactly come running for him when he'd made eye contact and, yes, there were important things he had to do. But still, Lexi felt a little shut out.Turning to Cook and Liam - who were having the celebratory reunion he had pictured himself having with Jinx - he spoke up gently, not sure they would appreciate the disruption. "Shouldn't we find a way to get all of them to safety?"Coming up from where he had been sucking fiercely on Liam's face, Cook nodded. "I already thought of that. They're coming home w
Doll awoke slowly but happily. How could he not be happy when he was surrounded by Hades's fur like a cocoon around him? His tom's comforting breaths ruffled his hair and ended in the softest of purrs.The lilac-haired no-fur elected to stay there and time his own breath to the gentle rise and fall of Hades's peaceful, sleepy breathing.It wouldn't last but Doll was going to revel in the moment. They were given so few. His hand moved to touch his still flat but yet so full stomach.What a world. Doll had survived so much and spent a good portion of his life getting by with the small joys of working with his precious garden at Liam's. He wondered if Hades really knew how much he'd given him.How many times he'd saved him. Starting with their first time together so many years ago as friends. Until that fateful day that separated them, when Hades's family had set up Doll for stray no-fur pickup before Hades could welcome the young no-fur into his home.He'd never told Hades, but back whe
Tarsi sighed and rolled over to lick the ruff of Purl's neck. They were snuggled on the pudgy Tom's bed of clouds in their shared nesting place. "This is so nice. Isn't it strange that even though things have gotten more complicated than I could have personally knotted, we wind up with downtime?""I mean, I get the seriousness of being on call for whatever may be coming so we need to be well-rested and clear channels for our power." The First Tom of Fate's cuddly white ball of fur started to do more than just lick him as he ran his coarse tongue over a spot he very well knew made it hard to think. And yet Tarsi was still trying to have a serious conversation. "Can you imagine what might be coming?""I am imagining something coming and I am sure you know that thought is entirely your fault," Purl replied, reaching out with his tiny paws.Sometimes it was easy for Purl to forget he was trapped forever in the form from the time that he held the most clarity during his mortal life. He was
If he said he wasn't disappointed that the mysterious voice, the voice of the Black Devil itself, had gone, Spitfire would have been a liar. He was also stupid. The voice had offered him a challenge, the opportunity to create an identity that Spitfire no longer felt he had. He'd been raised in a high-end no-fur farm to serve. Then when he'd been bought by Agent, Spitfire was groomed and trained to become a superstar in the Rodeo circuit. Everything in his life was set up to follow a specific path. There was a formula and a plan for everything. Even when Agent discovered that Spitfire had a dominant streak and could bring toms to their knees, it had still been within the acceptable variances. He was still marketable and could serve the purpose he'd been purchased for. Even once Agent had determined Spitfire was ideal for his experiments, there were plans and rules and Spitfire quickly figured out how to win, to get everything he wanted. But being forcibly pulled out of that life, aw
It wasn't quite afternoon when Guru tried to lift his heavy, sore body and move from where he had retreated to the small cave-like shelter within his cage. The night before was a traumatic shifting memory, sometimes as clear as one that was so recent should be and sometimes far away and vague. The Hares that came to gawk at the Toms in the zoo during the day had not prepared him for what they had paid to do to him when the zoo closed to the public and became a playground for rich, predatory Hares. He'd tried to think of Spitfire. Pretend that his body was being used only for his amusement. But he was weak and after a few nights of being taunted, beaten, and used like he imagined the worst of Toms used no-furs, Guru was lonely down to his soul. He missed Doll's soft comfort and Hades's gruff but jovial teasing, too. The celebu-tom had spent so much of his life thinking he'd never find someone to love him. Love him despite the fact that he was not what he appeared to be. There was no
Welcome to the final season of Black Devil! Thank you so much for your dedication to this story!*** *** ***The air around Hades was thick with fog. Somewhere in the distance, a light shone but he could barely see it through the murkiness.Shivering, he sat up and reached for Doll. His no-fur had been right next to him when they'd fallen asleep. But Hades couldn't find him anywhere. Hades reached out further into the gloom. He wasn't finding anything. No sleeping no-fur but even more than that, there was nothing.He wasn't even sitting on a solid surface. There was just blank space for as far as his limbs could reach.He started crawling, but Hades couldn't be sure that he was even moving. Nothing changed. The light didn't get any closer, the fog was the same no matter which way he looked."Doll!" Hades called out but his voice seemed to be swallowed up by the fog.
"Wake up, sweet little Doll."None of those words sounded kind and Doll kept his eyes shut tight, hoping whatever that whisper was,it would just go away."Now, now. We can't have any fun like this."That didn't make the no-fur any more inclined to stop pretending he was asleep."Don't fight me, no-fur. I am stronger and not as amused by defiance as the stories would have one believe. I need your help, you see. I have a tom who thought he was able to wield god power who has to be punished and you are playing a starring role."A chill ran up Doll's spine. It wasn't a voice he recognized, but it was an energy signature he remembered from the Underworld bridge. The aura that was joining with Hades's. The black sand. The Black Devil's special magick.He didn't have time to think about it further as he felt like he was knocked out of his body and then slammed back in. Whatever the voice had just told him was lost as he stared into a very fam