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

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 that Lexi 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

"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

Having been afraid for his life and absolutely terrified about what had happened to his no-fur, Guru found what was happening to be a much better alternative. Sure, it was not his ideal. But Spitfire was not only safe, he was exuding confidence that was a call Guru had to answer. A promise he had to trust.The tom was never going to be the same. Spitfire had laid him bare and made him so much more than he thought he was. If his no-fur wanted him to be his toy right now, not only would Guru obey, he would relish his new role. He was frustrated that damned muzzle kept him from speaking of his devotion and of his paradoxical newfound strength. Still, it wasn't enough to pull him out of the place Spitfire wanted to take him. He could be anything Spitfire asked of him. And the no-fur gave him the freedom to be a sensual being, something Guru, for all of his careful body sculptings and preaching about self-confidence, never allowed himself.The pocket had to be some kind of

Not understanding why they had been separated after they had offered each other their deepest truths and mutual feelings, Lexi knew one thing, the sickness had returned with aggression. He wasn't sure he was fully conscious as he searched for any trace or sense of Jinx.It didn't come in as his newfound Orangelo's love for him, the thing Lexi breathed in was fear. It was too strong to reveal its owner's aura. Most demons enjoyed the taste of fear, Lexi was the exception. But being in his homeworld, he was drawn to it, craved it, even if he didn’t like it.He wasn't strong enough to inspire more of it or for his demon nature to be nourished by it. Still, it was such a brilliantly summoned fear. If it were a wine it would be a rare vintage. Just the scent of it was causing his more violent nature to awaken. Breathing it in, the potency made him feel more anchored to reality, like for just a few moments he could be lucid enough to know what was happening and st