"I Consecrate my Soul to Thee" Witch/Demon AU

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[ There was a very specific reason why Essek was here at this moment.

All around him was gathered components, and within his hand he held chalk with which he was drawing the familiar pentagram that would assist in his mission. For his entire life, he had been gatekept, he came from a long line of witches, all of them female; the power passed down through matriarchal laws and blood-- from woman to woman.

However he was the black sheep, the one who had been given far more power than was comfortable for the bloodline in which it had been strictly locked up. Because of this, no female line could inherit and even right now etched into his chest was a binding spell that was unbreakable though oh, how he had tried. It had been placed there by he who he had been given in marriage to; locked until at which point a female was conceived which would then continue the line downward.

There was nothing more vengeful than a cat who had been caged, and right now Essek Thelyss was out for blood and perhaps even a healthy dose of revenge. There was that intrinsic longing for freedom to do what he wanted, not wanting to be bound by tradition to a familial coven who cared more about the line than him. He wanted to put a stop to it, perhaps even get this angry scar of a sigil on his chest removed, wanting night upon night of assault to end.

He did not care what he summoned, the only thing he wanted was for whatever power he could bid to rise to invoke retribution, to free him. Logically he knew that he would be entrusting his fate into the devil he did not know-- but at this point in time, that seemed far preferrable.

And that was how he had roped Alex into this. Someone who was well versed in the rituals if not well practiced; he could not do this alone because there was so much that could go wrong. Best to have two hands in it, even though he knew that it was not Alex's job to intervene but rather to 'watch' but he was desperate, and Alex knew how much he hated Adeen.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was then that Essek finished the circle and then set his chalk down gently. ]

The circle is complete, the components are gathered.. it is time.

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[ This was demiplane and something of a wonder among wizards; he had not been able to create one yet, there was after all his powers which had been limited. He knew that demons had the ability to make their area that of which they wilt, it could bear any shape or form, transmuting the aether into something tangible and powerful. He could've studied this area for hours, gone over it teeth of comb.

For right now though he knew he was here for a far different reason.

A nod of acquiesces as his fingers moved to the fastenings at the bottom of his shirt and started to unfasten it, assisting in the process.

What would be revealed was something that lacked such finesse that it was almost painful to look at. A knife had done this, there was scars against that twilight sky skin-- scars that looked painful and uneven, where the chest had not healed properly at all. It was quite simply a mark of a monster far greater than that which Essek had unleashed. A painful reminder every time he had to use the mirror to dress himself. ] It is acceptable, a glamour would fool him.

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[Once the shirt was unfastened, Bren moved to slip the garment down and off, fingers careful and downright tender as they graced their way over that skin, soft and perfect save for where the butchery had been done. The demon scowled at it, hissing softly.]

We will burn his sins into his flesh before we release him from this life.

[It was a low murmur, a dangerous edge to Bren's voice that had, until now, remained soft and gentle. His touch ran to the edge of those scars, before moving to trace them.]

Purging this will take time... the closer you allow me, the easier it will be. Will you let me close, Essek Thelyss? Will you allow me to have you? I will fill you... [Let that hang for a long moment, before continuing.] ...with my power and flood out this impurity.

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I would not be here if I did not understand what needs to be done.

[ Essek was not in love with Bren, not yet; perhaps not as fascinated by the Demon as the Demon was fascinated by him. But he could be if given the right touch, if shown the right consideration. That was one thing that the demon had on his side that no one else had, it was that same consideration. Closeness could turn into other things such as intimacy, a touch levied in just the right way could be a dangerously addictive thing.

There had been no way to stop the way that Adeen had touched him, filled him with revulsion; anything would be better than this and there was the promise of power and the ridding of this seal, those would inform his consent above all else. ] You may come as close as you require to complete this.

[ A shrug of his shoulders until shirt slipped off of him and fluttered to the floor, and then he stepped backward a few steps before his own hands went to undo the silver belt that held his trousers in place, the belt fell with a clink and then following fabric before he too stepped out of that-- until he was completely naked before the demon.

Was Bren up to this challenge that was Essek Thelyss? ]

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[Oh Bren was fully fascinated by the drow, more than a little in love with him, more than a little ready to tear the world about at his behest if it might bring a smile to those lips. His hands fell away as Essek stepped back, and he watched in silence as the other man stripped, gaze roaming along every inch of him, taking him in now that nothing stood between them.]

No, you've chosen this with your eyes wide open. I have heard your rage and your silent screaming, and I have waited so long for you to finally call out for me. I am here now, and he will not touch you again.

[Bren would see to that. Even if they needed to bide their time, he would see that Adeen be driven to other distractions, or left with little more than glamoured visions, what the fool wanted to see. Stepping close once again, his hands settled lightly at Essek's hips.

He brushed his nose to the drow's before he claimed those lips with his own.]

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[ A smile would be hard-won, but it would be worth it.

As Bren stepped close, he did not flinch; he rather watched those eye that shone with a intense depth; he could tell quite a bit from the eyes-- what they entailed; perhaps even a demon's gaze. The words that Bren had waited for him did click a small piece into place, a brief widening of the eyes that was then heavied by the press of mouth against his.

The mouth was hot and searching, and nowhere near what he had expected.

Essek had expected a guiding to the bed, expected this entire thing to be utilitarian and transitionary much as their pact was; but this kiss was wholly different from what he had received pre-coitus within his experience that he was just enough taken surprise by it that a single hand came up to press against a shoulder.

Not to push Bren away but rather to steady himself. This kiss had absolutely blown through his original plan was to ask him in what position he would prefer for such an consummation to occur. After all, nothing had been done for his sole pleasure before this moment. ]

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[There was a momentary pause as that hand settled at his shoulder, Bren drawing from Essek's lips just far enough to murmur quietly.]

You may tell me to stop, Liebling. I can work this binding free another way if I must.

[But this would be the most direct way, for Essek to willingly take him in and accept the connection between the two of them. And Bren fully intended to make it enjoyable for his pact holder, to replace those memories of his boor of a husband with something entirely different.]

But if you let me, we will make the purging of this egregious spell something pleasurable.

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There is.. can be pleasure in this?

[ Essek had been enjoying the kiss when Bren's mouth parted from him-- and he almost chased it, though those words gave him pause for consideration; but also there was choice there. Bren was giving him the opportunity to tell him no, to 'deny' him in a way he had never gotten with Adeen.

It caused something breathless within him, an unspoken and highly unnamed feeling. ] If I communicate that I find it repulsive, whatever it is that you are doing.. then you will promise to stop? [ That was.. perhaps that was even more hard to believe as that was not something that he had experienced, such consideration for his wants and desires. ] If this is case, they I will allow you.

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Of course. There should be pleasure in this. This is yours, to choose and to claim.

[No there would be no forgiving Adeen for what had been done to and taken from Essek. Bren would enjoy destroying the man probably a bit too much. But violent thoughts would have their time later. Just now, it was not violence on his mind at all.

Another flicker of a smile.]

If you tell me to stop, I will stop on your word. I promise.

[But he'd been granted permission for the moment, so once the promise was made he would take those lips with his own again, fingers tracing the lithe arch of a slender neck, down along the angles of his collarbone.]

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[ That relaxed Essek just enough that he pressed himself closer, his own hand slipping from shoulder to caress and graze against the neck, jawline covered with facial hair and then finally slipping into hair and following the line of horn that jutted out from Bren's head.

Thumb following a particularly intriguing ridge.

The kiss painted his mouth rosy as the pressure engulfed him. Soft kisses that ran up and down his spine, just the pressure of them sent sensation flowing through him. Oh he liked kisses quite a bit, he was coming to find. Even if the sexual aspect was not to his liking, these.. these could stay. ]

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[Bren slipped an arm around Essek, fingers settling firmly against the small of his back, holding him close. He let himself react to Essek's touch, not hiding how pleased even those light touches of the drow's fingers made him, how much he enjoyed it, voice dropping into a lower rumble as Essek went and traced his horn. He was allowed to continue that as much as he liked.

Lingering at Essek's lips, he took his time to deepen the kiss, to brush his tongue lightly against those lips, once more waiting for permission, asking for more but not insisting on it.]

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[ There would be quite a bit more horn-grabbing, for Essek had found himself fascinated by them, the polished sheen of them that was felt by his dancing fingers; he could feel the rumbling hum of enjoyment but it was a gentle thing really.

And then a wet tongue, his eyes darted open as he pulled back to assess the situation, his eyes cast against Bren's mouth parted lips and then sharpened fangs that peeked out, much like his own; a tongue and then he leaned forward and his fingers gripped that horn as he slid forward so that he could whisper his own tongue against lower lip and then he spoke. ]

Is this a.. demon thing?

[ He gently rested his tongue against that lower lip, relaxing himself but pliant enough, just a hairsbreadth of an inch before once again their mouths could come in contact with each other; and the way that spoke, that breath was warm and silky-- welcoming. Like an invitation to paradise. ]

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[Bren stilled as Essek broke away, waiting for some indication that his pact holder had not been pushed too far. The continued grip at his horns and the way the drow came back to his lips was evidence enough for him that this was not unwanted.

At the question he couldn't help a quiet chuckle.]

A demon thing, a mortal thing...

[A soft sigh to Essek's lips, close as they were before Bren murmured,]

You have never been properly kissed. We will see that remedied as well.

[And Bren would be the one to do the remedying. He kissed Essek again, thist ime his tongue finding and sliding along the other man's as it slipped past those lips to taste him properly, slow, like he was savoring the finest of wines, well aware of the intoxication he was diving into.]

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[ Essek had not been properly anything'd. That the touch of a tongue was a kiss as well, oh well-- oh...?, as his mind suddenly cut-off with the slipped tongue into his own mouth, a taste that was spiced tea and the barest hint of ginger. Heat, this demon tasted like heat and warmth at his core and Essek moaned against mouth as he prolonged it, tilting his head in such a way as to grant better access to his mouth, that he met that tongue-- a plea to learn from this Demon, it was also an acceptance of this as well as the power that Bren was to transfer to him.

But he was precocious and thus he chased that tongue with his own, gaining a bit more confidence with every patient moment that Bren spent teaching him; and how he unfurled like a flower within Bren's arms.

How he would blossom with beauty and power, the potential of it-- the possibility of it was evident in their arms. And Essek's free hand went between them to part the folds of Bren's tunic until his palm.. cool and soft pressed flat against chest, to slip within and run circles over the heat within. ]

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[Bren wanted to devour each and every sound that the drow made, to take them inside and make them a part of himself. There was hunger in the kiss, growing more as Essek reacted so perfectly for him, all the more when the other man began to reciprocate. A quick learner indeed.

His own hands could not remain still, running the length of Essek's back, his sides, sliding over skin that felt like silk beneath his touch, soft and pliant and soon to be unmarred by the ugly spell carved into his being. He murmured a moan of his own to Essek's lips as that hand found its way beneath his own clothing.]

Touch me more? I like your hands on me very much.

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[ This was a new doorway that had opened up, he'd never truly wanted to touch anyone else but there was the paths and trails of heat that his cooler hands craved and he wondered if all of the demon would be hot like this; he pulled away though not before his tongue could lap against Bren's sharpened incisors as they were revealed by parted lips.

And then his fingers brushed against soft chest hair, like silk and he stroked feather light as it scattered against a pectoral, his palm finally brushing against a nipple as it rose out, and his thumb nudged against it and barely scratched it with the pointed tips of manicured fingers. ]

Like this? I do not know where you would like to be.. touched.

[ Conversation was now being held as close to each other's lips as possible. The world did not even exist beyond the few feet with which they were gathered. ]

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[Bren hissed his pleasure at that continued touch, at the light scratch of that nail against sensitive nub. If that was not answer enough, he spoke, still very much shaping the words directly against the drow's lips.]

Ja... like that. If it is your hands, I will like all of it.

[That was the plain truth of it. Bren was enthralled by his pactkeeper, had been for a long while now. Finally being called and properly bound to him was thrilling, had swept him up in the possibility of it all.

Since his own clothing was in the way at the moment, he decided to dispense with it, fabric fading into smoke and falling away, leaving him just as naked as Essek, nothing left to get in the way between them.]

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[ He heard the hiss before Bren spoke and had been about ready to act on that sound of pleasure when those words hit his senses, that Bren wanted his hands on him. There was a need that edged tight like a knife, it was marked different from anything he had ever previously experienced.

And so he took a nipple between his thumb and for finger and started to rub it, a concentrated gesture while he leaned in and pressed his lips right to the center of Bren's neck, to feel the rumbled purr that was at it's epicenter. The warmth grew stronger as Bren's clothing magicked away and then his lips made their way to his jawline to bite and nibble there.

There was a power here that he had never imagined being. He was responsible for this man's pleasure, solely responsible for it. Dawning awareness that he could give or perhaps take away as he saw fit-- he wondered if he could cause a Demon to beg for his favor, for the opportunity to fuck him?

His hand slid for nipple and then downward, until just a fingertip dragged down the line of abdomen and then stopping just at navel, but an inch from a rising cock. ] You want me... but how much do you truly want me?

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[Bren leaned into that touch, a soft, pleased sound still rumbling from his lips, growing into a full on groan of encouragement as Essek kissed at his neck. His eyes fell mostly shut, hands gripping against the drow's hips, holding him close, urging him closer.

It would not be hard to for Essek to have Bren on his knees begging for him, however much he wished him to. He leaned back only enough to seek out Essek's features at that question, unable to hide just how affected he was by that touch, skirting so close to his arousal but not. quite. touching.]

Beyond words that exist in any tongue, mortal or immortal.

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[ Essek wanted to test this bond that they had, but he would play it very strategically. Instead he settled himself closer until he could feel the hard spike of Bren's arousal rest right against his hip, and then he slowly trailed his fingers up and down, up and down-- the fact that this Demon wanted him was intoxicating. He'd never once been in a situation where he had felt in control.

Until now.

The drow did an almost coy sidestep until he was in front of Bren but then Bren's back was toward the bed. Pressing his palm flat against chest and finally he was pushing right up until the back of his Demon's calves hit the bed edge and then he murmured almost artfully. ] I've never felt pleasure with another, perhaps you could change this?

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[Bren was entirely at Essek's mercy, at his beck and call. If Essek were to try to press things he would find that he'd managed to net himself a demon who was perhaps surprisingly dedicated to his pactkeeper's desires. He wanted to be what the drow needed, wanted to please him.

Stepping back at the pressure of that hand on his chest, stopping at the feeling of the bed at the back of his legs. His hand settled over the one of Essek's at his chest, resting over those precise and elegant fingers with his own more calloused touch, hand warm.]

I would like to change that. I would like to make this good for you.

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[ That was not something that Essek had expected anyone to say, but perhaps for a Demon it made sense. He tapped his fingertips against chest, feeling the weight of Bren's hand over his, the warmth radiating and comforting. And then with only a bit of pressure he pushed at Bren's chest, and without words to sit back against the bed.

Once that was the case, he moved to crawl onto that lap that was provided to him, and that was when Bren's arousal came fully into contact with his own, warm ridged flesh against his own slender hard length. He was hard-- he realized that only when he felt the demon's-- how long had he been in such a state? He could not recall, he had been too focused on the possibilities of what he could do.

In fact, he did not remember when he'd last been hard; it was generally not a requirement when he was underneath his husband. ] Touch me... [ He breathed against an ear, while his other hand moved to stroke that horn once again. Those words were a demand, a challenge. ]

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[Bren sat back at that push, landing with a little bounce before he settled. He shifted back enough to make sure that Essek would have enough space in his lap, welcoming the drow into it. He let his hands up up Essek's hips, around to his back, following the curve of his spine, urging him closer.

Feeling the press of the other man's hard prick against was its own reward, to know that Essek was at least interested in this physically. It was a start. His own cock was aching, a throb with each beat of his heart for how desperately much he wanted him.

Those words may as well have been a command, for as quickly as he complied. His hands roamed, down and over the swell of that pert ass, gripping before one hand slowly slipped between the to see out Essek's length.]

Like this, Liebling? Tell me what you want... whatever you want.

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[ Essek did not tell Bren however, what he did though was rise up on his knees-- one on either side of his Demon's thighs and then took that face between both his hands, tilting it up to look at him, and then he started to lick and lap at the mouth presented to him, and then he took the lower lip between his teeth and started to nibble against it as if it was something to be delicately savored.

Essek's cock throbbed within Bren's palm, a near clear droplet of precome rising to the slit where it would settle, able to be felt by a seeking finger. The veins that artfully adorned his cock would provide a bit of texture for hand- and he let out a soft answering murmur as his tongue darted out to ease the plump lower lip that had been bitten against so insistently. ]

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[Bren tilted his chin at the urging of those hands. Oh that was. Perfect. That was what that was. His lips parted at that attention, a soft catch of his breath as those teeth worried at his lip. Yes, he liked that too, very much.

He liked the arousal under his touch too. He wrapped his hand around him properly, thumb tracing up and along the underside of his length, tracing along the veined skin, up and over the head of his prick. He gathered the slick bead of precome he found there, smearing it down along him, finding a rhythm of stroking him slowly.

His lips parted to Essek's attention, his tongue sliding along the other man's, a coaxing invitation for him to take the kiss deeper.]

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[ Bren would be the first ever to taste the way that pleasure fell on Essek's lips, and it was likely he would be the last as well-- for as the Demon's hand started to stroke, fire calloused fingers which lent a bit of roughness to it that was not unpleasant; because ultimately it was still pleasure and he found that he liked being treated like a treasure.

Very much.

The kiss heightened and deepened all in one fell swoop, Essek's tongue sinking into that warm wet cavernous heat of mouth and tasted him, devoured him. He was finding that he liked this sort of kissing, just as he liked the way that Bren's fingers knew exactly how to touch him, with a gentle patience; even the touch was slow and methodical-- as if the Demon was casting a spell.

His hand caught horn and he pulled that head back, but he followed it with his mouth, another hand buried deep in Bren's locks of ginger fire to equally tug and fist in curtains of silk. ]