"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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[zauberdecke]

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.]

[zauberdecke]

[ 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.

[zauberdecke]

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.]

[zauberdecke]

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.]

[zauberdecke]

[ 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?

[zauberdecke]

[ 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. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[A shiver tore through Bren like a small earthquake at that single, beautiful syllable. He had never heard anything so beautiful in his life, the desire that was laced through the one -- plea instead of simple permission.

His hand shifted in its grip until one finger could slowly begin to tease its way along that cleft, to press, slow and gentle circles around that tight hole, careful and testing, waiting for any reaction from the other man.

At the question, he looked up, lips brushing a kiss to the point of his chin.]

Of course, Schatz. However you want.

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a reaction, but it wasn't something that was negative whatsoever. The moment that the finger lightly teased, he let out a soft gasp that could be felt against Bren's forehead and then he ground himself down against Bren's lap near insistantly while a few fingers slid through locks of flame tipped fire. He was playing with fire, with intimacy-- and honestly? Essek did not care quite so much.

And because he ground into Bren, his rear pressed backward with the sweet rhythm. This meant that he was getting either friction against navel or he was drawing his hips backward to feel Bren's own seeking digits, and no matter what-- his body was begging for more. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[It was Bren's turn to groan, low and half growled, his own hips jerking upwards towards Essek before he remembered himself. Right, yes. Get it together, Bren. But he would certainly take that reaction as a very good sign.

The finger teasing against Essek's hole would all at once feel perhaps surprisingly slick. Magic came in handy, for moments like this. At the very least it meant that he wouldn't have to separate from his pactkeeper to seek out any supplies. A slow, lingering press of his lips to Essek's jaw before he pressed his finger inside him, oh so slowly, giving the other man all the time he needed to grow accustomed to the feeling.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek needed Bren, and thus did he lean down and capture those lips with his own. He'd heard the growl and it felt primal and possessive; he found that he liked it in a way that he hadn't thought he would. Certainly when Adeen acted possessive, it was full on revulsion that the drow felt but right now and right here all he could do was taste that growl, his mouth over Bren's while he gasped against it, and then arched his hips further back so that the finger would slip in all the way up to the knuckle.

He almost swallowed Bren's tongue, there was hunger to him that bordered on the near cannibalistic, but it was impossible to eat a demon, wasn't it?

There was no tension to keep Bren out, nothing that in any way alluded to the fact that Bren was not allowed there, no-- he was welcomed if his body like butter seemed to allude to. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[A demon could be devoured, and this one was entirely willing to be, so long as Essek was the one doing it. He met that kiss with his own hunger, starving for the taste of the other man. He'd been caught in Essek's gravity for ages now, circling and waiting until he was called, until they could properly collide with one another.

And oh they were finally here.

He smiled against the drow's lips at how Essek moved for him, as his finger sank inside him deeply. He took his time, slow and unhurried, even if his arousal as a throbbing ache that threatened to overwhelm him. Still he took his time, easing a second finger inside along the first, thrilling at how Essek's body yielded so sweetly for him.]

[zauberdecke]

[ This was dangerous for Essek, dangerous because he was in danger of being swept away by this onslaught of passion; he felt that this was something he could become addicted to, the feeling of being thought of and considered, of being pleased just like this. Could feel with every tense repressed quiver that Bren was enjoying pleasuring him. Strangely compelling that someone should.. could want that.

His mouth a fire over Bren's while his body melted against his lover's.

He tried to push back until finally his sensitive sacs rubbed up against Bren's arousal, feeling it's ridged flesh and he attempting to gain friction back and forth. Instinctively he knew what he wanted and that was to mate with this Demon. Such a union was unholy, but it felt right-- he was dispensing his favor in no matter what shape it too, little did he know that there would be something about Bren that would spark an near instantaneous reaction, all of their cells highly compatible with each other.

That Bren would give him a child and it would be far superior to any child that would ever result from him and Adeen. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren loosed another groan, breaking from Essek's lips to take a shky breath. The way Essek was pressed against him, the friction against his prick, how the drow moved against him, it was enough that Bren was on the edge of his self restraint. But oh he would hold onto it. He would do this right, would be certain that Essek was ready for him, no more than that, that Essek was desperate for him, would find a way to make this nothing but pleasurable for his pactkeeper.

Holy unions were overrated anyway. He did not exactly intend to plant the seed of a child in the other man, but he did not not intend it either -- he just hadn't really thought beyond consummating their pact, about having this man that he had already lost his heart to.

His fingers delved deep, slowly feeling the way that tight passage welcomed him in.]

My treasure... you are doing so well... It will feel so good when I'm inside you. [A promise that he intended to deliver on.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Bren had been the first one that he had experienced a proper orgasm with, and somehow he had turned into something wild for this; though he wore his wildness well; it was like a mantle and he wrapped it around the two of them in this moment. His hips rolled back and forth as he rested their foreheads together, first his eyes were closed as if to gain his own equilibrium, and then suddenly his eyes were open and he was looking into those blue eyes.

His own like golden starbursts within a blanket of deep purple, subsuming everything.

Lapping at his own lower lip, perhaps Bren would be able to hear the audible way that Essek swallowed. ] I believe you, I have never felt like this before-- but you.. [ A sigh as he attempted to get another finger inside him, almost close to reaching behind for that hand and trying to claim another one. ] I feel like i am burning..

[ But with the way that he moaned that, it was clear that it was not a painful thing whatsoever. ] I am aching and I need you-- I don't feel like it will go away until...

[ausgebrannt]

[Those eyes. If Bren had a soul, he rather thought looking into those eyes might have been able to save it. But as it was, they had his heart seizing in his chest, chasing those words, chasing the flash of that tongue, his lips claiming Essek's. And maybe he could tell what Essek was seeking, because he added one more finger, twisting them deep inside.]

Until we are properly joined as one, ja? I feel that ache too, Schatz.

[That ache, that maddening desire that would only be sated by having him. Another lingering moment and he withdrew his fingers from that tight, pliant passage. His hands moved to the drow's hips, urging him to rise up so he could position himself at that entrance.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek could feel himself melt against Bren, such a hot steady stream of lust and something far more powerful; something he'd never felt-- something that he had never cared to feel until this moment. He managed to breath out a shivering purr, even as another digit moved to twist and burrow inside of him. And then after a glimmer of sky behind his eyelids and then he opened them again and the purr turned into words. ]

How can you make me want what I've never wanted before?

[ As if that was magic; but his entire being had never been focused on this and now he was aware of this slow heady drip of desire as it flowed between the two of them, he pressed a kiss to the corner of that mouth and then he pushed his hips backwards near insistently. ] Please, Chathtiu.. please...

[ausgebrannt]

You haven't been with the right partner, I think.

[He could be the right partner. Bren would be whatever it was that Essek needed him to be, wanted him to be. He was a demon, yes, but he was also a complete and total simp. He touched a kiss to the drow's chest.]

Whatever you wish.

[He couldn't possibly deny him anything. He gripped at his hip, his other hand positioning himself, the head of his cock at that entrance. A gentle pressure against his hip to urge him down.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek could believe that; he knew that Adeen was not the right partner, he was actually the furthest from that as anything else. But in the motes of lucidity in between the slow and languid filling-- as he bore down slowly to meet the rise of Bren's hips.. he thought that perhaps that there were less right people that existed for him.

He knew that he was picky, that he was inclined to cold; and yet a demon's kiss could heat him like so. Perhaps it was because he was a demon, and perhaps that was the key to it.

The drow did not voice those words, instead letting out a sharp little whimper as he was slowly infiltrated; he was tight and hot, his walls seized the intrusion and vowed not to let go any time soon. Then he closed his eyes and started to roll-- impatient and greedy for Bren, needing the absolution of skin against skin. ] Perhaps.. I have not.. until now.