Freedom, Bound
Got another bit of art from Ophy. This one happens a little further down the line than any of the existing stories.
I may assemble a more coherent storyline but for now... snippets.
Trent.
The call was very insistent. The badger managed to not react in the moment, and if anybody had seen him at that moment, they'd see the student frown slightly before returning to the test he had in front of him.
This isn't a good time right now, Levna. He managed to send that off before refocusing on the words before him. History. Not accurate history, and he knew that, but he also knew the answers the professor and school were looking for. But when the next words he read were I need you did he know the demon was messing with him.
If you let me finish this test, Levna, I'm all yours after.
Now?
No, not now. About… 20 minutes. More for me to return to my dorm.
Fine. The sending was suffused with petulance, an emotion the badger thought the demon didn't have until they'd been bound together. Which was fine. But it might mean that Levna was mean enough to be feeling a little vengeful when he finally arrived to them. Sighing, he went back to his test, aiming to finish a little quicker. There hadn't been a sending urging him to hurry, but there may as well have been.
It was closer to a half hour later when Trent finally entered the off-campus housing that served as his dorm. The landlord was a fellow badger who also didn't ask many questions, so long as the rent was paid and any messes were cleaned up. For that he was greatful, because now… he was making messes.
Hurry came the sending. Worse, Levna tugged on the link between them, jerking the badger forward a few steps. Rolling his eyes, he went up the stairs of the modest two story house and into the room he'd designated as Levna's.
The first warning—well, the _second—_of the demon's mood was the scent. Because their room was closer to the stairs (the better to act as a guard in case something decided to break in—unlikely but possible), by the top of the stairs, Trent could smell the demon's desire leaking around the edges of the closed door. Calling it rank was maybe inaccurate. But it was strong, and it tugged again at Trent as he came closer and finally opened the door.
The thing about lust demons is that they embodied the sin so fully, that it was often unconscious in how it leaked off of them. There was a way of walking, of speaking, of posing, that a demon of lust could assume, enticing mortals of just about any persuasion to shirk duties to indulge. It was only for the hardest to lure that they pulled out all the stops, employing every tool they knew to entice. The fact that Levna was doing it to him now either meant they were in need, or felt the urge too strongly. Or, a third option, they just wanted to bleed off the desire before they used it on someone they shouldn't be. And that demon was the one that Trent faced.
They lay on their side, loincloth covering nothing, a mere suggestion of cloth around their waist. Their heavy shaft dropped to the side, but Trent could see the slight twitch of what would be blood flow in a mortal as they lay there. More than that, they wore the chains on wrists and ankles that symbolized their relationship and that Trent often insisted were unnecessary. Especially since both they and he knew that those chains were purely symbolic, since Trent did not have the material that could truly hobble a demon. It was expensive.
A small inhale on the cow's part, and Trent's eyes were drawn to the movement of those large, heavy breasts. Then they spoke: "Trent…" Just one words, and in that word was lust, need, desire, longing. It was the last straw in a long line of them.
The badger grabbed the knob and the door handle, shivering. The way they said his name had that tendency to… well, make him cum. It was that on top of everything else: the visual feast, the pheromones, everything all together. He'd guessed he'd be hard as anticipation pulled him home, but to find that because he hadn't dropped his pants quick enough, a wet spot was showing up while his cock ejected seed from purely mental stimulation.
Shivering one more time, Trent opened his eyes and glared at the demon. "Happy now?"
Perhaps it was the connection they now shared, or perhaps it was just knowing them for a while, but now their previously inscrutable expressions now spoke to him. Now, the badger could read the demon's pleasure, but also that true desire that they still had. "Not yet," they said, the very beginnings of a smile appearing at their lips.
"Uh huh." Trent, once he was sure of his legs, started undressing. "You know, you could have just left it at 'I'm feeling needy' instead of blasting me like that when I came in the door."
"I wanted to show you how needy."
Rolling his eyes, the badger kicked away his wet pants, soaked underwear following. He'd clean them up later. Much later if things kept going in this direction. "Top or bottom?"
"Mm… bottom, please, M—"
"You know I don't like that. Uh… my safe word is gonna be 'blueberry' this time."
"Yes, yes," they said, shifting to roll onto their stomach before propping up their shapely ass on their knees, legs spread as much as the chains would allow.
Trent counted on a late dinner by the time Levna finished with him. Very late.