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

[zauberdecke]

[ 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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[internationalrelations]

You should be quaking! I'm very... ah! Very ah...

[Words. Words were so very hard right now because Henry's mouth was fucking distracting, and he found himself arching towards that teasing touch at his nipple, the wet heat of that tongue and the chill rush of air against damp skin in its wake.

He gripped harder Henry's shirt, now just tugging, rucking it up and doing his damnedest to try to get it off.]

Something. I am very something.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Alex's words were charming, but then so was his absolute lack of coherance and thus did Henry chuckle against the skin, giving it a very pronounced nip even as his hand went to start tugging at those pants. ] Keep telling me what you are, Sweetheart-- I am very interested in your thoughts.

[ Was this Demon goading him on? Well luckily for Alex, this was bringing out a well timed mischievous side to the party between them, perhaps he was attempting to rile up a reaction to go along with that stuttered breathlessness, even as he gave the cock a rather nice squeeze in the process. ]

Now, I want to see you-- I've felt you but that is simply not the same.

[internationalrelations]

[Another catch of breath at those teeth. It was not fair how Henry was this good at affecting him. There was a brief thought that tried to cloud doubt into his mind, that of course Henry was good at seduction, right? He was a demon, and even if Alex was so swept up and enthralled and in awe of this man, what must he be to Henry? Just a mortal, a glorified librarian really.

But those thoughts had trouble maintaining any hold at least, chased away by being called Sweetheart, at the touch of Henry's hand trying to rid him of his pants, at that playful, mischievous tone in the demon's voice. Alex realized he might be in more trouble than he realized, even as he let his head fall back with a groan.]

I'm in over my head. [He admitted, in answer to the question.] But it's a hell of a view from down here.

[And still capable of flirting. He up then to run his fingers against Henry's cheek, slip into his hair.]

Then I should get to see all of you too. That's only fair.

[lordfuckleroy]

My Pactkeepers wish is my command.

[ That was completely fair.

Unlike Bren who could summon his clothing to just fall away like ash in the breeze (and also reform), Henry preferred the old fashioned way, that was because he was enamored with humanity. As he saw it humanity had produced all of the greatest writers, playwrights and other such literary figures, and so he usually chose the old fashioned way of doing things.

Like undressing.

And thus he got up from the bed and started to casually disregard his clothing in every possible direction, his shirt was tossed aside to reveal smooth paleness, then his pants followed soon afterwards so that Henry could see his prick bursting free and jutting out quite eagerly. And he made eye contact with Alex the entire time. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex was entirely in favor of Henry's approach to disrobing. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch him, to enjoy the show. Because oh it was a show, and one that he could not tear his eyes away from. He couldn't risk missing a single second of it, of clothes coming off and that perfect pale skin.

Biting at his lip, he let his gaze roam deliberately up and down. Humanity may be the source of writers and playwrights, but the demon in front of him could be the inspiration for countless poems and works of art, a muse that any artist would, well, sell their soul for.]

You're beautiful... [Spoken in a breathless rush, like a it was a sudden revelation.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ It had been done slowly, like poetry, he had been a patron to some of the greats in terms of writers, but never a muse (at least he did not think) but he could be Alex's muse, he could enact faustian deals with the other man just to keep him at his side.

Thus he slowly leaned down then, right between those thighs and pressed a kiss to the center of that chest in a mark of affection. ]

Turn around for me, Darling-- so I can take care of you properly.

[ In case Alex had not noticed, that was not a request-- due to the tone of his voice which was quite simply royal and more than a little commanding. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Henry came closer, and Alex could feel his heart trip over itself in his chest. He looked at the blond, fingers brushing along his cheek, soft and reverent, slipping back into his hair again like he couldn't keep his fingers out of it, needed to touch him.

No, it did not sound like a request at all. That much was clear, and Alex was very inclined to do what he wished. So he moved to obey, even while his heart still raced in his chest, even while he could feel that heated twist in his stomach, that undeniable spark of need. He shifted, moving to turn around -- though not without a very deliberate stretch of his legs that brought his leg pressing against Henry's hard, heavy prick -- and glancing back over at the demon.]

How are you going to take care of me?

[lordfuckleroy]

I think you should just close your eyes and I will show you.

[ A smirk, he had a feeling that Alex was going to be a bit insolent in certain places but at the very least the Prince of the Ocean Flames had a rather firm hand. He then pushed his palm between Alex's shoulder and then very insistantly pressed down. ] Keep your rear up, Alex Claremont-Diaz.

[ Because tonight, Henry was going to feast. ]

[internationalrelations]

[That smirk did things to him. And yes, he had an insolent streak in him, was the type to push and to tease. ...a brat. He was a brat. But here was Henry using that tone of voice, that firm hand against his back, and Alex was entirely weak to it. That pressure against his shoulders was insistent, and Alex lowered himself until his chest was pressed to the mattress.

And there he was, ass lifted and presented, just like Henry wanted.

His fingers curled into the soft, luxurious blankets beneath him. His arousal was an insistent ache, needing more.]

So show me... [Because he might spontaneously combust otherwise.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Pushing him was quite the turn-on, and there was that gleam in his eyes that said so blatantly-- he found himself leaning down to press a kiss right against where his palm had been and then he was slowly going to trail slow kiss against the arched line of spine; and they were agonizingly slow and methodical.

Oh he was beautiful.

Up that slope and then toward the part of the ass, and then out went the tongue, warm and wet as he covered the first few inches, dragging downward toward that rosebud entrance, and then the very first tongue swirl as he followed those small ridges all along it.

And as a boon, his hand reached under to run it's mercy against the flesh that throbbed so insistantly. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Being pushed was quite the turn-on, so there was an alignment here, perhaps dangerous alignment. Each touch of those lips felt like a rush of heat against his skin, but not like fire. No instead it was a wave of warmth that rolled through him, his own personal ocean that carried him further into that burgeoning physical need.

His voice left him a rush of breath at the first touch of that tongue at his hole. God help him he was helpless against him entirely, defenseless to the force of nature that was this beautiful, blond creature.]

Henry... fuck... [He turned to press his face into the sheets, eyes shut.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ if only Alex wasn't so push-downable. But he was, and Henry knew that this wasn't the end of the surprises, he had a feeling that the more he did so-- the more used to it that Alex would grow to it and likely there would be some highkey brat moments to come. He looked forward to that-- even as he heard that 'fuck' which sent a rather pleased shiver down his spine.

And then his tongue edged itself inside that tight clench and he started to work it in and out slowly. His own eyes shut as he heard the vibration of pleasure in that voice and then he was lapping him out slowly but surely, doing it in such a way that he hoped the other man would pump his cock into his hand.

He would consummate their pact tonight, hell or high water. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex did indeed rock his hips towards that hand, fully aware that he was acting like some wanton whore at the moment, desperate to be fucked, to be claimed, by the man currently so expertly taking apart, disassembling him into a million floating pieces.

A moan that sounded more like a sob as he rocked back towards that tongue, forward into that hand. His hands clenched and unclenched in the blankets, needing to grip onto something. The heat of that tongue, the intrusion inside him that only made him want more. Need more.]

Oh... you're way too good at this... baby, please...

[lordfuckleroy]

[ He pulled away but only a half an inch so that he could nibble at that sensitive skin of inner cheek. ]

I promise you that you will become quite good at it too.

[ And then his tongue dived back in because there was no way that he was done with the masterful eating out of his Pactkeeper. The fact that Alex was sounding like he was coming out of a brothel certainly did have it's charms, he did not fault the other man's experience before this moment- after, however?

Oh yes, once they were joined then Henry would be very possessive and he would likely kill anyone that attempted to separate them.

His tongue dipped in and out, and then with skillful speed fueled by the saliva liberally coating the rim leading into the walls, he fucked Alex with it and started to slide his fingers over cock, though lightly. It would not do for the other man to come so very quickly. ]

[internationalrelations]

I'm... ah... I'm a quick learner. So... yeah, bet.

[Challenge accepted, Henry. Alex would rise to the occasion, so to speak. He was already making up his mind that he would have to find ways to ruin his demon in turn, to find out what would drive Henry mad until Alex was all that he could think about.

Henry was not the only one who would be possessive. Alex just hadn't learned this about himself yet. Another moan, though this one was tinged with a quiet frustration at how good it felt, but how it was not nearly enough. That light touch was maddening, and his hips jerked fitfully as if that would prompt Henry to relent and give him what he needed.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Now was not the time for betting, it was for driving Alex slowly out of his mind.

And he was much too busy to speak any further on the matter, though Alex was indeed rising to the occasion as could be evidenced as he quivered in his palm; Alex was panting and coming undone, and begging and it was so very sweet-- the moans were music that reverberated through the halls of his heart, far more addictive them music from historical amphitheaters of his memory.

Oh yes, he could definitely feed against it.

A finger slid in to accompany the tongue, to use both to fuck Alex. He was not going to mount until he absolutely sure that Alex could handle it, there was no part of him that wanted to hurt his Pactkeeper in any way and it was important that he enjoyed it, for Henry banked on the other man wanting more. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Oh he was being driven out of his mind all right, so kudos to Henry for being on track for that. He was doing a masterful job of ruining Alex's ability to think of anything xcept how it felt, how much he needed.

A startled gasp and then a shak groan to exhale that breath as that finger worked its way inside alongside that tongue. Well. That was new and interesting and only the slightest hint and promise of more. He was so entirely vulnerable and exposed like this, face pressed to the bed, his ass still lifted, legs spread as clear invitation to Henry's ministrations.

There was no chance that Alex wouldn't enjoy this, wouldn't be craving more almost immediately.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ That was exactly Henry's aim, and as he has met that criteria-- well he had to push Alex past that limit, that point. It was woefully hard not to just stop what he was doing right here and now and promptly pinion Alex into bed; however, he was a gentleman and so he was going to make sure that he did not do that. It was important that Alex be stretched to comfort between the two of them.

Finally though he allowed his tongue to leave the vicinity, but added an extra finger so that he could systematically destroy Alex a bit easier. He had to be careful for Alex since the other man did not have a demon nor a drow's stamina. Which explained his very precise and measured movements.

There would be plenty of time to test Alex at a later point. ]

Are you ready for me, sweetheart?

[internationalrelations]

[Alex's back arched sharply, rolling his hips back against those fingers as if he could fuck himself on the digits, could coax Henry into giving him more. Alex wasn't exactly thinking of his own (sadly limited) human stamina. All he was thinking about was how his entire body felt like it was electrified, every nerve ending firing at once.

Another sound that he tried to bite back and failed. It ought to be embarrassing how needy he sounded, voice little more than a low whimper. He nodded, fitfully, at that question.]

So ready, baby. Need you inside me now. If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to go insane.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ One day Henry would take a video recording of Alex's voice, just to show him how needy he was. But for right now there were other matters to attend to such as consummating the pact. And thus that was how Henry slipped his fingers out of that hot tight clench and then very soon Alex would find one truth remained.

That Henry was now pressed up against Alex, chest to back and with the very hard line of a cock rather wedged delightfully against those cheeks, and he teasingly rocked back and forth. ] It's time to make the pact real, are you ready love?

[ And to punctuate it, he pressed a lingering kiss against eartip before he nibbled it between his teeth. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex lifted his head to look back, to try to catch sight of Henry, just in time to feel the way the demon moved to cover him, how he could feel the warmth and solid press of his body against him from shoulders down to his ass and the insistent pressure of that prick rocking against him but not giving him what he needed.

Not yet. It was maddening. It was delicious. It was going to be the end of him.]

I'm ready... [Even if he weren't, he couldn't imagine waiting any longer anyway.]

Please... make me yours...

[As if he weren't irrevocably that already, even if he may not yet realize.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ A purr of pleasure whispered against that ear and then he slid his hand between them so that he could guide himself into Alex, and so he did-- he was rather slick himself, made that way by his own burgeoning desire for Alex. Enough that the tip and head of the cock just glided in and would leave Alex with a feeling of gradual fullness until finally he had consumed the entirety of the tip.

But perhaps he was just a little bit evil enough to pause there to see if Alex was going to push his hips back, he wanted to see exactly how needy the Talamascan Agent would be.

He rather thought it would be by a very large margin, after all he had gotten the impression that Alex Claremont-Diaz was highly repressed. ]

[internationalrelations]

[There, god there he was. Alex could feel the blunt head of the demon's frankly huge prick at his hole, realized he probably ought to be a little intimidated at the thought, but instead couldn't think past the lust that had burned all reason straight out of him. Besides, Henry had prepared him, and Alex needed this. That first press, the slow way the head of his cock opened him, the way his body yielded to welcome it inside.

He heard himself moaning, a sound that quickly turned into a frustrated whimper when he realized that Henry chose to stop and hold still.

Repressed was putting it mildly, and the demon had unlocked something in Alex that would not easily be closed away again. He rolled his hips back against him, fully intending to impale himself on Henry's dick if that is what it took to have his demon buried properly inside him.]

OMG I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS

[lordfuckleroy]

[ The pushback caused a well-meaning smirk to cross over his face, he had a feeling that there would be a great many more moments like this where Alex became both pushy and needy-- fine by him, Henry looked forward to more bratty aspects of Alex's personality coming out in abundance.

The demon prince gave Alex what he wanted and then swifting pinioned himself to Alex in one fell swoop, the tight heat wrapping around him and squeezing. His voice when it came out close to Alex's ear was soft and tempting. ]

I see that we shall have to teach you some lessons in patience, my naughty Pet.

[ Unlike other demons, perhaps Henry was a bit more forthright-- but also Alex would find that maybe he would have no problem with Alex running all over him, in time. ]

[internationalrelations]

[What Henry would be learning, very quickly, was that Alex was as reactive and responsive in intimacy as he was in pretty much all aspects of his life. Socially, he was a yapper. Sexually? He was just as vocal. This manifested itself in this moment as a keening, breathless cry knocked straight from him -- along with all the breath in his lungs -- by Henry's cock buried inside him all at once. His back arched sharply, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him as he tried to steady himself with another breath.

It half worked. Almost worked. Except he was still breathless, just on the verge of trembling from the sheer overwhelming combination of being so impossible full of the other man, of the desire that felt more and more like it might shatter him entirely, by that posh, silken voice speaking so close against his ear. And the things it was saying.

Well. Fuck him.]

Patience is overrated. Life is short.

[Life was short, and he was impatient. And naughty.]

And I need you.