"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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[ 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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[The way Essek took to all this, how all the tentative and business like way he'd first approached the idea of consummating their pact had changed to this -- to the hunger he could taste on those lips, to the hard cock in his hand that was evidence of the other man wanting this, enjoying this -- had Bren quietly soaring at the thought alone.

He wanted to feel his pretty drow lose himself in pleasure, wanted to make him come and watch him as his orgasm rolled over him. He wanted to hear the way his breathing changed, see the ecstasy on his sharp, perfectly carved features.

His head fell back at that pressure, another groan lost between them. But distracting as that was, he continued the motion of his hand, of sliding over velvet soft skin wrapped around that hard length. His other hand had settled at Essek's hip, kneading, slipping back to grip at his ass.]

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[ Essek was beginning to realize that this was not going to be like those times before that he had suffered through, for it had been suffering. How many evenings he had feigned some sort of sickness so that Adeen would leave him alone, and realizing that it was only a build-up until he couldn't avoid it anymore.

This was different because he felt desire and hunger.

He wanted to taste Bren, wanted to follow this thread to it's completion. That hand patiently took care of him, stroking him and biding that welling something inside him to rise-- he'd had trance dreams that had functioned to get rid of those emissions stuck in limbo, but he'd never truly experienced the pleasure, just those tremors that had let him know in his mind palace that his body had taken care of tension with clinical ease.

But now without the shield of trance, it was a sharp and unstoppable thrill, he could feel his body edged and taut, and he wanted to ride it out. ] Yes... [ He hissed against that mouth while he undulated first forward against enclosed fist, and then backwards to arch against palm against his rear. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was nigh on drunk off the other man's pleasure, off feeling the way Essek moved against him and the sounds that he made so sweetly, the most thrilling music that the demon had ever heard in his life. He smiled even though his lips were still trying to taste the other man's, too pleased to know that his pactkeeper wanted this.

His hand continued its deliberate assault, still slow and purposefully gentle, but growing quick, coaxing, urging, following the rhythm that the drow's body wanted to set as Essek moved against him. All of him was attuned to the other, on each flex of muscle, each hitch of breath, all of it, as if Essek was a study that he would dedicate his entire being to understanding, to knowing inside and out. Hopefully quite literally.

Breaking from the kiss, he let his lips wander down along the sharp line of Essek's jaw, to press heated kisses along his neck, open-mouthed and lingering to savor the taste of that skin.]

There you are, Schatz. You can let go. I have you.

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[ This was completely new to Essek though likewise he held on with his arms around Bren's shoulders, feeling the body surge with heat, his own breathing coming in short puffs while the other man stroked him firmly; his teeth bit at his own lower lip as if he was concentrating on the very act of pleasure; something that he'd never felt this concentrated before. Fingers stroking him and coaxing something ever upward.

Oh gods, he rested his forehead against Bren's shoulder and panted deeply, it was hard to know what to do with his hips and so all he could do was roll into the fist-- and then he tilted his head and bit lightly against the shoulder, getting his teeth in while he heard the Demon guide him.

Letting go, there was the distant request to let go; that the other man would have him. He had never trusted another soul before, not like this and so he slid into his orgasm; it was a silent creeping up; it was not a shatter but a silent crash of waves against walls and then he was trembling while his own come ran rivulets right down Bren's fist. A soft gasping sob-- so quiet but there in that it vibrated between the both of them. ] Ah.....

[ausgebrannt]

[It was subtle but utterly beautiful, stunning and breathtaking, like some natural wonder, a sunset burgeoning in colors that defied imagination. Bren stroked him, coaxing his climax from him, those rolling waves of his pleasure.

He turned his head to nuzzle against Essek's temple, lips against a pointed ear as he murmured. His unoccupied arm wound its way around the other man to hold him close, to offer some support in the wake of his climax.]

Beautiful...

[Utterly stunning. Bren slowly let that prick go, wiggling his fingers to dispel with most of the mess.]

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[ Essek felt as if his entire body had turned into something limpid and amorphous, spread out against Bren's chest-- never before had anyone taken such great pains to see to his own pleasure; it had always been him staring up at the ceiling and counting the minutes and seconds until he was sure it would be over-- wishing the power to speed up time.

Wonderment, that must be what this feeling was called.

After the spasms had eased, he finally was given back the ability to explore rational thought. ] I did not know that it could be like that.

[ Or perhaps he did know, just that it was gatekept away from him and belonged to the realm of people who enjoyed making others uncomfortable. ]

[ausgebrannt]

It can be even better than that.

[Bren assured him quietly, more or less wrapping the drow up into his arms and, well it was cuddling, okay? He was cuddling his pactkeeper and he would not apologize for how undemonic it was! He was doing what he wanted, which was totally the demon way. It just so happened that what he wanted to do was treasure this man in a way that had been notably lacking in his life.

Another brush of his lips against Essek's temple.]

If you would like to rest a bit, we can see to the breaking of your spell in a little while.

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[ He had never been cuddled before, the feeling of being drawn into those arms? It was a wholly new feeling, and then he settled there and looked up into those blue eyes with a bit of subtle shock, and then he reached up and drew a line just against Bren's jawline. ]

May I tell you something?

[ There was a quiet tone to his voice as he lay there in the circle of the demon's arms, much like the circle that he had summoned him from. ] I want freedom, I want revenge and then? I just want to go somewhere that no one knows my name-- where I can be left to my own devices.

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You may tell me whatever you wish, Schatz. We are bound by blood and by soul.

[And Bren would keep his confidences, whatever secrets Essek wished to share. His fingers settled against Essek's back, a slow touch of his fingers over bare skin, soft and gentle, tracing abstract shapes.]

Then, we will see that done.

[Bren spoke this confidently, not a single moment of doubt. He was here to make Essek's desires reality. And that wish, well, he would want it for Essek as well.]

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[ it was hard to tell anyone what he wanted, he had actually never done so before; he'd done what he was supposed to and ascended that pedestal that he had been placed on, but much like all objects of art, he was treated like that-- an object.

And objects could be used.

But he had never wanted that.

Always he had wanted to be left to his own devices, and perhaps after everything was said and done then he would have that opportunity; perhaps this Demon was his freedom.. truly. ]

Are we bound by blood? [ He then remembered his own blood as it shimmered over amber and then pressed a fingertip to his own lips. ] That was a question, that was used in the summoning, I suppose you have my blood as your bond now.

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We are.

[Bren answered simply enough.] You spilled your blood to call me to you, to prime the circle that summoned me. It is part of what binds us.

[A pause and he exhaled a soft huff of breath.] ...of course there was other blood there. Thankfully I had help to sort through that.

[Henry could have that blood. The Talamascan was the demon prince's interest, and Bren was happy for him having the chance to make that pact. He had no doubt that the blond demon could persuade his human to agree to it.]

I was only interested in your call.

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Yes, Alex helped me...

[ He said though he was not interested in talking about Alex, there was still so many mysteries that the Demon held in the palm of his hand; it was the allure of the unknown-- and he was willing to share those mysteries with him. HE shifted so that he could look into those eyes with his own eyes, subsumed by starlight and starting to lose that golden glow that had come with orgasm. ]

You were only interested in my call? How did you know, that I was your pactkeeper? It could have been Alex.

[ How did he know the scent of his blood, there was so much that he was curious about now; about what had drawn Bren to the circle. ] WHat do you want? You have my soul but is there.. anything else?

[ausgebrannt]

No, it could not have. It could only have been you. It has always been you. It was only a matter of time.

[Bren looked back down at Essek, meeting those eyes as he considered how to explain, how to put it in a fashion that didn't sound borderline insane that he'd always known Essek was meant to be his, since the moment he first saw that flickering light of his soul, bright and white like ice but burning a pure and impossible heat nevertheless.]

Ah... well. I wanted your soul. I wanted you.

[There was something he was not saying here. Perhaps that much was obvious. Bren was not as good a liar as he wished he were. Other demons were better at it. He wore his demonic heart on his sleeve.]

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[ Essek was very insightful, meeting the gaze with a certain piercing intensity that often times caused a feeling of unsettledness within those who were cast upon it, but that should be no problem for a demon. It was hard to believe that this Demon was waiting for him, but he was also not precisely the most romantic sort, his life had not encouraged him to be such.

For a moment there was silent and then he decided not to press it. Not that it would not linger at the back of his psyche where he would allow it to simmer. Instead he traced his fingertip over Bren's wrist as he considered his next question. For there was always to be questions. ]

May I ask if there is something who hope to accomplish by allying and affixing your soul to mine?

[ He looked back then at Bren. ]

It is only fair that I know of any agendas you may have so I do not work against that inadvertantly.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren looked back at Essek, meeting that piercing gaze, unable to hold back a smile. Sharp, yes, dangerous even as chained as he'd been. This man would be a force to be reckoned with, once the cage he'd been locked in was flung open. Bren expected it would be a work of art to see happen.]

You may ask whatever you wish, Schatz.

[Ducking his head to press a kiss to the drow's shoulder.]

Once, I thought I wanted power. But I learned the cost of that desire, and how empty it was... a long time ago.

[His bad first trip out of hell -- not a summoning, not really, some bastardization of a summoning, one that a young ambitious demon had jumped at. Lessons were learned. And time passed, and then he'd seen that spark that was the drow, and been drawn to it for reasons that were not power or greed.]

I have no agenda, Essek Thelyss, save to see you set free. To see you happy.

[...okay he had one agenda, the secret he wasn't saying. Essek's soul was not enough. He wanted his heart, but that, he expected, probably should be earned.]

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[ Never had anyone wished for his happiness. In fact, Essek had thought perhaps happiness did not exist and thus he found himself gravitating toward that warm flame that was Bren Aldric Ermendrud, and while he had no reason to trust anyone in this life. Surprisingly enough, he trusted this Demon whom he had summoned, it was in those sincere blue eyes.

But he had to trust him didn't he?

Ultimately though, he wanted to trust him. He shifted so that he could crawl once again on top of him, straddling those thighs and making it so that he was perched there. A position that he had chosen but one that did give him power. ] Then my agenda is your agenda; once I am free I do not desire to rule the world-- I only wish to be somewhere that I can pursue that which I love, read many books and conduct my experiments, in peace and quiet.

[ He pressed his palms flat then against Bren's chest, looking down at him. ] There is so much left to learn in this world, so many books left to read, there is all of magic to explore.. places of energy and power that I would love to see, such as the Ruins of Aeor. [ Oh how he was pouring his heart out to this Demon, as if his Demon could make it so. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Trusting a demon was a perfectly reasonable and good idea. Not usually, perhaps, but it would work out for Essek at least, since Bren was fully devoted to his pactkeeper. He shifted his arms around Essek properly as the drow moved to straddle his thighs. Looking up, he smiled, not consciously intending to, but being near Essek had that effect on him.]

Then once you are free, I will help you build this quiet life.

[One hand settled to rest against the one of Essek's at his chest.]

I have seen Aeor, in the days before it was in ruins. And after its fall. I can guide you there if that is what you wish.

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I would like that...

[ A wizard would need someone powerful to accompany him, to keep those at bay. A fire formed in Essek's eyes, a desire to know and to understand-- it was ambition yes, and one that could cause many problems if it was stifled and not allowed to flourish. In this Bren could make all of his dreams come true, could make himself indispensible to the other man, and something could bloom. A friendship, a regard, love.

Essek did not give his devotion lightly, but already these promises were filling his head with hope that would perhaps last up until he went back to Adeen and had to endure things that were better left unendured. ]

I want to know secrets, I want to read books, I want to read books that no one else has read in thousands of years.

[ He dragged his palms against the chest, feeling the prickle of chest hair slide right against his fingertips, stroking like one would a particularly purring cat. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[His hands moved to Essek's hips, running up and along his sides, slow and soft, tracing the subtle curves and angles of the drow's form. He leaned close to brush a kiss along his jawline, gentle and lingering like he was savoring the taste of his skin.]

You want knowledge. You've been starved for what you need to reach your potential.

[It was beyond a shame that he had been held back this way, that so many had tried to stifle the shining light of this brilliant man, the skill that he possessed.]

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I crave it...

[ He leaned down while arching his neck to the side, to lap up the kisses with his eagerness. Was he eager, as he moved it was true that Bren could feel his arousal hard against his stomach, with the Dmeon's own he could feel pressing against the line of his inner thigh right where leg met apex; for Essek, he throbbed slow and rhythemic as if the thought of knowledge was arousing him, as if the thought of this Demon was giving him fodder for sweet sweet arousal.

His body also craved something else; it had naturally unfurled like a flower for the other man-- and the scent of his sex would be intoxicating, that slow lavender perfumed snow that held that tinge of something musky.

His Demon, his Bren, could unlock many things within him, including this sudden need that had laid dormant for so long, covered by snow. Perhaps all it needed was a proper hearth to melt it. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren kissed down along that beautifully bared neck, still slow, taking his time. He could indeed feel the insistent press of Essek's cock against hist stomach, a beautiful piece of evidence that his mortal, that his lover, still wanted this, was enjoying this.

His hands slid around to grip at the drow's rear, holding and urging him closer as he rolled his own hips up.]

And I crave you, my treasure.

[His priceless, precious pactkeeper.]

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[ His first lover taken, the only one that he would take. His life was long, he would live not forever but for enough time that it would make their bond indelible like runes carved into rock. In a way perhaps Bren was lucky in that respect, that Essek would survive through far more years then most would.

There was a pliancy to Essek's hips as Bren took him in hand and brought him downward, and then a soft soundless gasp managed to illicit from Essek's parted lips.

And his own hips managed to with very little urging rock against Bren, to gain some sort of friction though it would not be enough, it would never be enough he felt. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[There was no expanse of time that would ever be enough for Bren. He was, at his heart, a greedy creature. He'd learned some lessons about that but apparently not enough to change down to the core of him. He still wanted, something that he knew was in no way anything he deserved.

But he wanted this, wanted Essek, could not possibly deny that want, not when his pactkeeper was here and wanting and willing. His hands gripped tighter. He kissed along his neck, along his collarbone, dipping his tongue into the hollow of his throat.]

Will you let me have you, Schatz? To consummate this pact and dismantle your binding?

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[ There was truth to the soft tone of his voice, it was painted with a certain huskiness that was near undeniable. He breathed into the air just over Bren's head and it was all the answer that was perhaps needed. ] Please...

[ It was not just the binding, even he understood this. He wanted Bren, wanted whatever it was that was on the table, knew that he would be taken care of. This was it's own freedom, to be able to use his own powers again albeit secretly, that was something that he looked forward to it, but with the insistant press of prick against the bottom of his rear, he wanted that too. ]

Can I stay like this, on top of you?

[ He was subtly asking for control, to be able to set the pace and to claim his own pleasure- he was asking for Bren to give him those reigns of control. ]