When the Black-fur Hades meets the no-fur Doll, he can just feel his comfortable life as a back-alley fixer slipping through his paw. Being contracted to take the no-fur away from trouble brewing with his mobster owners to a breeding farm upstate seems like a straightforward enough job. But when it comes to dealing with this particular no-fur, nothing is straightforward. Bestselling authors Hermit & Star have created another steamy, dark world - this time with anthropomorphic feline Alphas and their no-fur Omegas!
View MoreThough they'd traded the stolen rowboat for something more suited to long-distance sea travel, the boat was still too small for Agent's tastes. The Hare Nickel was everywhere he turned. He had no space to escape into his own thoughts and plots.Not for the first time since Nickel had fished him out of the ocean, Agent wished he had drowned. The emptiness he could feel at the other end of his Innehavre bond with King was a crushing weight, distracting him from what he needed to do. Agent laughed to himself at the irony. Missing King was making it next to impossible to finish the battle with the Orangelo that would allow him to have his lover back.On top of the emotional ache, Agent was plagued with physical ones as well. Every stitched and stapled bit of his half-tom, half-no-fur body was a tapestry of agony. Even dressed in winter clothing, wrapped in a thick blanket, and frequently cuddled by his Hare companion, Agent couldn't get warm. All of his powers, so recently awakened, were
Doll endured the bullwhip slapping against his back and breaking the skin underneath it. He'd have fallen over if left to his own devices but the black sand held him up so he was the perfect target for his tormentor.Hades was struggling against the Throne with everything he had but the damn god construct had millennia on him. The auric power melded with his tom's desire for him in the most terrifying of ways.But if Doll could tap into their bond, he had a plan. He just had to survive the torture. His back was a bloody, stinging mess but the whip was made of both black sand and Hades's signature hex aura. Through the pain, through the cries, Doll stole slivers of his Innehavre's power. When he shivered, it wasn't for effect. The lilac-haired no-fur was unsure he was strong enough to save them both but he'd die trying.Something he thought might just happen when he felt the agony of the Throne's sand slip into his back's brutally open wounds, invading his body."Oh, Hades. You are a s
Gripping Doll tightly to his chest, Hades looked around for the source of the voice. It was familiar and yet not. He couldn't quite place it but Hades wasn't about to let anything take Doll away from him again."You can fuck off. He's mine!" Hades called out to the fog that had settled in around the mating room. The walls were fading as it crept closer and closer."I don't understand what's happening, Hades." Doll sounded afraid but was clearly trying not to. "But I can feel the aura, and it wants to hurt us. I don't think you should provoke it.""Little late for that, cutie." The Black Throne laughed. "He's too proud to not provoke me. Isn't that right, Shadwell?"The first attempt of the black sand to infiltrate and control his body hit Hades like a truck."Don't call me that. No one uses that name anymore." Hades growled as his entire body went rigid trying to fight off the invasion.He recognized that energy even if the voice was new. He'd stolen this exact energy from King during
"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
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.
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
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
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
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
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