“Then you should have done what you did in private.”
The woman perched on top of a nearby trash can bit her lip, frowning at the scene presented to her. Not even two weeks ago Belphegor had struck a deal with the man bleeding out his life on the floor right now. Not nearly enough time for the poor fella to enjoy the benefits it had gained him. He would have gotten nominated for the nobel price for sure.
Alas, it seemed that the world would need to make do without the groundbreaking knowledge the demon had provided him with for a little longer. Not that Belphegor cared – the guy had been a true asshole as that – but the overall nature of work and the effort it required bid him to act at least a little disgruntled at his client’s premature demise anyway. Especially because it meant he had taken the trip to the surface for nothing at all.
“Why are you wearing a mask?”
———IT WAS AN INCONSEQUENTIAL KILL FOR A MAN WHO HELD HIS PIECE OF THE WORLD IN RANSOM. elliot considered running, no need to complicate it further in the event she’d already phoned the police. as it was, his own curiosity got the better of him.
❝ didn’t you learn helmet safety in ground school? ❞ a smile behind the mask as the man approached. at the back of his neck, a piercing burn erupted from proximity, the telling sign of occult influence. the corpse had given him the same sensation, a hint of the nature of his soul. he’d mistaken him for something wicked, when in fact, he was only holding onto a sliver of the power.
❝ or do demons not ride motorbikes? ❞
———TWO BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER. below the nail bed, where the skin was quite tender, a thin splinter remained embedded in flesh. he bit his lip, trying to dislodge the wooden bit with a tweezers, but to no avail. he checked once to ensure that no one was looking, thumb hovering just over the area as the man concentrated. the end slowly wiggled out from its place, untouched, as if magnetized by the other hand.
‘ i am TIRED – so what do you need ? ‘ / @faustium
———❝ IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION TO BOTHER SOMEONE AS IMPORTANT AS YOU. i only meant to speak somewhere comfortable. ❞ his german held a small hint of north and south, tones which showed he’d probably spent quite some time in each part of the country. he placed a napkin over his lap, casting a look at the woman before him.
❝ the vegetarian options are delicious here. i hope you’ll humor me long enough to try them? ❞
———A QUIRK OF THE LIPS. he knew better than to hasten a quip and reply. slowing his pulse, he gathered himself for every instance this ended in blood. ❝ i cannot help it ; you’re just so goddamn beautiful. ❞
She (he?) was at least thankful that their hair remained it’s usual length after this little… hiccup. Surprisingly, Victoria was rather unshaken by this sudden change, was this not unlike when she’d used to change her appearance and clothing to sneak aboard military ships or into infantry regiments back in the day during war-time? Only, this time the package between their legs was…well, real. And the height was much, much better, standing at a decent 5′8.″ If only that part could last.
Her… his… Zher attention was broken at the feeling of a magical energy nearing where they were adjusting their clothing to fit zher new body. A dark energy, tied to demonic origins certainly. Malicious? Zhe couldn’t be too sure. Naturally zhe had to investigate this matter, new body or not. To give the person a chance to put their guards up, zhe let her own magical signature flare as a warning before walking around a corner.
“Lost wee warlock? Can’t possibly fathom what brings you to these parts.” Shite, even zher voice was significantly changed, from her lilted mezzo to an almost delightful light baritone.
———GAZE RESTED ON THE FORM OF ANOTHER MAN. he wasn’t exactly used to the bombardment here. he had to register a moment, the word he’d used — warlock— that seemed undeniably close to home. accented english came and went, the man’s own much less harsh voice lifting over the irishman.
❝ how did you know i was… ❞ the thought drawled in tandem with his own more continuous pulse. something about this person seemed off, indicated by his intuitive senses alone. there came no fire at the back of his neck, a sign of occult and arcane origin. instead, he felt numb.
❝ who the hell are you? ❞ a danger. he knew better than to raise his voice over a murmur, but it took no edge out of his tone.
she contemplated that question , MAY it be rhetorical or not , “ i mean … perhaps both? “ and with finality , swiped her palm over the dead man’s eyes ; shutting his lids once and for all without so much as smearing a drop of blood .
looks like she WON the staring contest !
“ … i mean it wasn’t ea—sy . i lost a shoe at some point and got like , eleven splinters in my foot thereafter , but the smell was too STRONG to just ignore , so i followed it all the way up here ! what a pain . the splinters , i mean . got any tweezers ? “
——— OFTEN THE INFERNAL DID NOT GARNER A SENSE OF HUMOR. little by little, he noted the gaps in his understanding of the situation. he’d done this job as instructed by his client, the woman wanting the body displayed from high above as if burnt in effigy. he knew better than to light the fucker on fire, too flashy, too noticeable.
still, it mattered little if his cover was blown so quickly, the girl both a witness and an anomaly.
❝ i can help you, but you’re going to need to come with me. ❞
whittaker mustered a small smile as he gladly welcomed elliot’s embrace. ❛ and you haven’t either, ❜ he retorted. he silently welcomed the warmth and familiarity of his apartment after several days of traveling; he shrugged his peacoat from his shoulders and draped it over the back of a nearby chair. ❛ i am surprised that you’re more interested in how i got here rather than the fact i am here, ❜ he teased. he rolled his shoulders as a casual stretch. ❛ i took an early flight for most of the way, then a night train, then the subway. ❜ it was safe to say that it had been a long couple of days.
his gaze was warm as he turned to face him ( a bit of a rarity ). ❛ did you forget ? you said you’d be coming back around this time. i wanted to see if you’d keep your promise. ❜ he didn’t come because he was anxious to see him again, obviously.
———IT MATTERED LITTLE TO HIM HOW THE MAN ARRIVED. seeing the countless times his friend and companion had waltzed in as bare bones, he knew just how to appreciate his current presence. small miracles reminded him ; he cleared the way for the other to come in, steaming kettle signalling his own end of the promise. like he’d ever forget company?
❝ the u-bahn isn’t what it used to be, but its certainly better than the tube most days. ❞ pouring a cup of tea, the man offered a mug on the off chance whittaker would take it. some of their kind went without eating, but elliot often found it kept his sanity to appreciate a good beverage and meal.
“ i smoked – very briefly after graduating high school but i never got any satisfaction from it. ” he was more of a drinker , being a lightweight had it’s PERKS with that. it was easy to forget one or two things after a handful of shots , but THAT was a different story for another time. “ . . i suppose that is true. ” seems for a moment the fact they weren’t human slipped his mind !
———❝ I FIND IT TO BE A MATTER OF TASTE. i started when i was young, and tobacco was a lot worse in those days. ❞ he rubbed his temple with the edge of his thumb, eyes on the vampire with a sort of empathetic smile. theses were days long ago for him, and the thought of quitting now seemed hardly in his ability.
❝ my brother gave me my first cigarette. maybe i’m just imitating. ❞
corners of glossed lips would twitch ‘fore sheepish smile FLASHES ‘cross them. honesty was a good trait to have but there was certainly such a thing as being TOO honest && he fears that. “ ah . . sometimes. maybe every other weekend or something like that – i usually come with friends but the group i always go with was busy so i came alone tonight. ” it was BETTER to drink with friends , safer too but he had a bit of stress to swallow. “ what about you ? ”
———❝ I try to mix it up when I’m in the area. ❞ There was no reason the man had to pick favorites before he’d seen the town. Dives and bars were the places to be on his weekends and evenings from work. He traveled often, money never an issue. It was natural he grab a few drinks in the pursuit of meeting new people.
Delight from a monster, creature, being from outer space; where pleasure in several forms were odd; more mimicked from those he watches; knows and deems safe to be a part of. Attention to the rubber was lazy; oozing blackness yet again dripped all down his shaft; a hand shifting in all forms of plating; grasped onto the girth; fisting himself like many watched sexual situations. The feeling of the finger inside caused the warbled noise to escape before attention lowered yet again to the growl upon his teasing.
Yet; nothing made the beast melt more than the pressure of an organ that held no pulse or heat; instead it was just there, a block of something but something that f e l t good entering a place he never really used or needed besides to appear more human in the eyes of the different creatures on this planet.
Strings began to animate more; wrapping around the creature that held no phallus of its own; but was a creature that held everything more than most male specimens out there. Full; claws toes sliced through the floor with a shift of tendrils. Feeling over Elliot’s body; cupping chest, jaw, neck and rear; small strings coiled nipples, invaded between ass cheeks and below harness with little shame.
Soaking up the fluids of excitement; sharing his own even as the head of his mimicked mating organ rubbed under Eliot’s chin and oozed a hefty amount from the pressure in his rear triggering such release. Noticing with tendrils tasting the others body; the feeling of openings being left empty made his brow furrow – and with a tilt of head; they began to form phallus’s of a much more smaller nature; more flexible, more longer and thus – dangerous to the human body for they’d be able to do; as they were doing now.
Wiggling lubed sizes between thighs; over shoulder, to lips, to ass, to hidden genitalia beneath the harness. Crawling inside each opening; smearing the tasteless yet plentiful ooze from each opening within and upon tongues. Why should he only receive the pleasure from the human?
———This had become something of a routine. Elliot gripped the being on the small of his back, driving his cock deeper inside as he listened for the hum of pleasure.
The alien didn’t speak. Elliot had taught him yes and no, a simple nod or shake of the head which gave him the assurance of consent. At times, he’d tried other things; sign language was a difficult task for a being that held little understanding for human things and their purposes. Even animals, his own delightful feline companion, the alien had never seen to his knowledge. Without the understanding, it would be hard to teach him anything apart from what he already knew.
❝ You like that? ❞ He grinned, hand reaching to touch Leere’s dick. The pace he had set along with his position seemed to put him unaware to the other’s intent. Startled by the sudden attention to his nipples, the man loosened his grip on the other’s appendage. He bit his lip, trying to keep the rhythm whilst an obsidian tendril slowly invaded his cunt.
A moan escaped his mouth as the man leaned over onto the alien’s torso. Every snap of his hips forward was met with a reciprocated thrust from behind, a motion which was beginning to throw Elliot off his pacing. He could feel his legs shaking, moist with the liquids coming from himself and his partner.
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