"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 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. ]

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[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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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...

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[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.]

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[ 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...

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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.]

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[ 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.

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[Bren would let Essek be the one to set the pace, would leave the reins in the hands of the other man -- though he certainly would not be passive in the least. How could he? This was everything that he had wanted for so long now. This beautiful man was meant for him.

His hips rocked up as he continued to guide Essek down, a continued encouragement for the other man to move. Though the way Essek rolled his hips, he didn't need to encourage all that much. The demon groaned, leaning close to bury his face against Essek's neck, kissing slow and deliberate along his skin, sharp teeth grazing ever so carefully.]

There you are... you are doing so good, my treasure.

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[ Essek was encouraged butterfly he did not need very much of it, perhaps because he felt safe in the Demon's presence; far more than he ever felt about his biological family-- he slipped his hands on shoulders and moved, starting a rhythem that the other man seemed to mirror near perfectly, their bodies perfectly aligned and synced.

He enjoyed the nibbling of teeth against his skin, and he sighed with such longing that was far more than physical-- it bordered dangerously into the mental and emotional.

One flesh, one mind, one soul.

That thought came unbidden as he started a tempo for his ride, sliding up with the undulation that sent Bren out and then a sweeping fuck downward as Bren came up to meet him. ]

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[They did fall into this dance with each other as if they had practiced the choreography of it their entire lives, meeting each other's movements in perfect rhythm. Essek felt like heaven -- strange thought for a demon, still true -- around him, that tight heat surrounding his prick , welcoming inside over and over with each rise and fall of the drow in his lap.

Bren's lips stretched into a smile against Essek's neck, before he bit once more, gently. His hands ran up and down and along Essek's sides, exploring and learning the shape of the other man.]

Ah... you are perfect, Schatz...

[But he could not be entirely distracted. There was work to be done. One hand slipped between them, fingertips finding the edge of those scars on otherwise smooth skin.]

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[ That Bren could call him perfect when all his life he'd tried to be perfect but fallen short, his head fell back and he let out a choked sob that was barely audible, his gold tightened around those shoulders and he found his hips rolling, perhaps with a bit more purpose now. Seeking out more of those words, and how dare this Demon praise-kink him like this when that was all he had ever wanted in life was to be perfect--

To someone.

His walls tightened around Bren's prick, his skin shivered in response to fingertips against his chest where the seal was located, could feel the buzzing of all the magic just underneath that wanted to be free. And it caaused him to roll his hips even more firmly, to make sure that Bren was hilted inside, to feel that cock twitch within him. ]

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[Crude and horrible ugly, what had been done to his pactkeeper. This beautiful, powerful creature being restrained by such repulsive magic was an affront to, well, to everything worthwhile in this or any world. But soon it would be gone. Bren was determined for that.

His hips rolled up to hilt himself more deeply inside that body, to meet the rolls of that hips. Essek was perfect to him. He was a treasure, and Bren would see him treated as one.

His fingers slid over those scars, and slowly he kissed his way down Essek's neck, down his chest to those scars as well, kissing gently, lips and fingers and the flush of his magic from both inside and out beginning to unwind the knots that secured this clumsy spell.]

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[ It was true that it was not a very good spell, but Essek lacked the resources to be able to undo it; but now he had a feeling that would never happen again. It unraveled, but that was not the only thing that was unraveling underneath Bren's skillful hands; it was also Essek that was hurtling toward a state of undone with each thrust that they traded back and forth.

Kisses like rain, like fire, danced across his skin and he unfolded just a little bit more-- that fragile trust level was given more and more to Bren.

A warmth suffused him, and perhaps it was the Demon while he was remade from the inside to the outside-- centered by those lips against his heart. He could not recognize it for the love that it was, but nevertheless his body, mind and soul responded to it-- twined itself around Bren, giving it to Bren. With this spell, they would be of one soul, sharing that so very intimately.

How could love not grow from such intimacy? ]

Please.. make me anew..

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[The demon could feel the bonds of that spell come loose beneath his attention, and he pulled it into himself, each loosed thread of that magic drawn away from the drow. The marks carved into his skin began to fade as well, not healing so much as rewinding, as if they had never been there to begin. He could feel that caged power in Essek responding, a realization perhaps that its prison was being dismantled, that freedom was soon to be granted.

It was a growing tension, coupled with the physical pleasure that was building between them.]

We will make each other anew, Schatz.

[Body and heart and soul. They would build to this height together and then tumble in the release of it, irrevocably joined.]

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[ He grabbed Bren by those cheeks, both hands there and then his mouth descended upon Bren-- tongue hot and eager and seeking as he quickened his pace, as if the magic energy unleashed was doing this to him, stoking the fire between them. Around Bren's aching cock, his grip tightened with each downward motion, and oh how those quickened to; until he was a gasping panting and breathless mess against the Demon.

No more words, only their bodies speaking to each other-- he pushed Bren back down against the bed and then he was not only riding Bren, he was galloping him; the gold had taken over the purple completely, making him appear catlike in his intensity, and as he rode him, his cock leaked a generous amount of precome against navel, dripping on Bren and making him glisten. ]

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[Oh. Oh that was lovely, being so passionately kissed, to feel his own desire and hunger mirrored back to him. He knew he was terribly close to his release, but he would hold out would be certain that his pactkeeper fell before he did.

A gasping breathless mess was a very beautiful look on Essek. Bren wondered if the drow had any idea how enthralling he was.

He didn't get the chance to ask, finding himself pushed back. He did not fight the gravity, and lay back, looking up in quiet awe at the way Essek was riding him like a man possessed -- something the demon knew very well. He looked up into those eyes before he dropped his hand to wrap around that hard, leaking cock, wrapping around him securely and matching the way that Essek rode him.]

Will you come for me, Schatz? I want to see you... feel you...