To Melt Glass
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To Melt Glass
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Author's Notes: Hey all. Sorry to interrupt LiM YET AGAIN, but the next chapter's on its way, I promise. Plus, like anyone will object to a lemon. This was the Christmas present I wrote up for my very good friend Alevva, who can be found at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/alevva/. The character Alevva is copyright, well, Alevva, and is used with his permission. He, and the rest of you, can thank my fucking horrible computer for being unable to run Neverwinter Nights 2 without less than a full second of recognition lag, or I probably wouldn't have had time to write this. (Hell, I wasted about 2 hours just setting up my basic Fighter/Weapons Master, Wizard and Warlock/Pale Master character bases.)
Anyhow, I've wanted to write a story in this format for a while, and Christmas gave me an excuse to. Even though it's mainly my present to Ally, I'll just cheap out and say it's my present to everyone. :3 A bit of imagination is required from the reader's part, but if I write this well enough then that will just serve to immerse you further in this little tale. Also apologies to any female readers, might be a bit harder for you to get immersed in this one, heh.
A quick quote (within a quote) for the Yuletide occasion:
"Today we mark the seasonal change and revive the indulgent feasting of the ancient pagan Roman Saturnalia; as the song says, "Give me that old-time religion!" Fellow Epicureans, share your abundant joy in life with those who enrich you. The Earth and its myriad pleasures is forever our domain!" - Magus Peter Gilmore.
So... On with the story, and let's see how this goes! It is my first time writing something in this style, so give me a break if there's some time tense errors or whatnot. Happy Yule!
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(Advised Song: Bloodstained Lineage - Guilty Gear X Heavy Rock Tracks)
Another one down. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, your fur standing on end, adrenaline surging through your bloodstream. Of course, there was also the blood outside of your body - blood dripped from the various tentacles that emerged from the top of your back, a few droplets slipping down their smooth, silhouetted form to create red patterns in your fur. As well as the layers of blood covering your chest and face. Slowly your posture, almost involuntarily, corrects itself as you begin to wonder if that was the last of them, although the sound of soft footfalls on the ground behind you prooves otherwise.
Your stance lowers as you spin around. You still had no control of yourself. A snarl erupts you at the being in front of you. "Human," you spit, using the words as a foul curse. Well, mostly human. Your eyes scanned over his form, simultaneously drawing in his looks as well as scanning for any obvious weakpoints.
Cyan hair. Long, very spikey, probably one of those damn anime fans. A black trench coat with a few belts crisscrossing a (well toned, you note) bare chest, thin, baggy pants that had at least 20 belts likewise crisscrossing. They hung just low enough to let him take a fighting stance, not that he was in one right now. Bare feet. Although his coat was baggy you could just see the hint of platemail covering his hands. Large angelic wings, much larger than he himself. It took you a moment to notice he actually had two pairs, although one was currently tucked fittingly in the shadow of the other. Lime green eyes. Attractive, definately, but at the moment, he was nothing but the enemy.
"Not quite," was his only reply as he reached into his coat and drew out two seemingly-glass spheres. As he moved his hands however, the glass seemed to melt and suspend itself in mid air, shifting shapes. By the time his hands were at his sides, the glass finally settled into a solid shape, forming two massive blades that looked far too heavy for him to be able to effectively wield.
"Pfft, tryhard showoff human," you hear the voice growl from your mouth. "Fancy though they may be, a lowly human has no chance of weilding them effectively."
"I know," I he returned. You feel your lips curl into a snarl, abnormally massive teeth bared, as your legs spring up, abusing the natural strength of lapine legs to almost instantly hurl yourself at the comparatively frail human. With a smirk that you can only just notice, he blurs to the side, taking what seems to be, to him, a leisurely sidestep, although to you it was only a few miliseconds short of an outright teleport, leaving nothing but the wide, flat surface of one of his blades in your path.
You impact the blade with enough force to give anything lesser a heavy concussion, although in your current state it was little other than an annoyance. You spring back up again, a few of the razor-like ends of the tentacles lashing at the human, who simply did a few side and back steps to avoid their arcs. He looked impressed that you had kept consciousness after the impact, but you weren't about to go into honourable battle mode in this state. With little regard for defense, your body continued to lay into the human, razor claws and tentacles swinging at him in an attempt to trap him, although each time he was just that bit too fast.
After just another moment of this, he finally attacked again, spinning to knock a few darting tentacles out of the air, and smack his second blade against the side of your head. His lack of intent to kill, you could feel, was aggrivating the black side of your mind that was currently in control, and left it open enough for a second rough smack to the side of the head from the human. He looked like he was just having fun, jumping back and leisurely spinning his blades.
With a primal-sounding roar, you put all your effort into one last attack, jumping at the human at full speed. He dodges to the side, only to have your tentacles dash at him, which he's - finally showing a weakness - forced to block with one blade. Quickly landing, you spin and charge him again, hoping for him to be off balance. However, you pounce nothing but air, landing in a heap on the ground. Before you can think, you feel feathers encasing your tentacles, completely binding their entire lengths, while your arms are restrained by two much stronger than your own.
Your dark half simply roars again, struggling to get free with no regard for its own safety. When you feel unconsciousness spontaneously begin to sweep over you, you can do little but welcome it.
***
You wake up with a jolt. Well, you would have, if you could have jolted in your current position. Although you were under a very snug blanket, there were thick, black leather straps holding you down, above the blanket itself. After a bit of testing, you find yourself unable to move anything other than your head. 'Whoever's done this, they're lucky I woke up before it did, or my tentacles would have torn straight through this matress..,' your mind instantly quips whether you will it or not.
"Actually, that matress is significantly stronger than it looks or feels," you hear a familiar voice reply to your thoughts from the doorway. Looking over, you just manage to see the head of the teal-haired warrior who had you at his mercy earlier. You tossed up between thanking him for fending off your other side, or begging him to spare you, that you're not what he thinks you are. With a soft, defeatist sigh, you end up deciding to simply recline back against the pillow, and let fate come to you.
"Don't look so down," you hear a voice say from right next to you and would have jumped if you could have. He'd silently and instantly made his way over to the side of the bed, with a bowl of steaming soup in one hand. You blinked up at him for a moment, trying to calm yourself as he simply chuckled at you, offering a spoon full of the liquid to you. "I have no intention of hurting you. If I did, well, you'd already be dead," he said with a playful wink. You stared at him for a moment longer, before quickly downing the spoon he offered as you realized how hungry you were.
"Now, tell me... Just what was that other side of you? I know it was Demonic, I'm just not sure of the details," he said, feeding you another spoon of the soup which you eagerly accepted. You swallow it and explain to him how it works, how the other half feeds off your anger and takes over if you get out of control. He nods for a moment, waiting until you've finished, before he puts the soup down on the bedside bench. Fluidly, he moves down your body and undoes all of the buckles, much to your surprise, freeing you.
"Well, sounds like you have at least some degree of control over it, so there's no harm in letting you run around freely, then," he answers to your unspoken question. You look around for a moment, still unsure of this man's intentions, before your hunger wins over the fight of what to do and you practically dive for the soup, shovelling it down as fast as you can without making a mess.
You hear the human lightly chuckling in the background as he leans back against the wall, but otherwise you're oblivious to everything but the delicious food, until it's gone. Panting just a bit, you lick around your mouth in order to get more of the taste, and look up to him expectantly. He laughs to himself, and with a slight blueish glow from his eyes, your bowl is refilled. You don't take much notice of it - he had to be SOMETHING powerful to so easily take down your demon form, and proceeded to down the soup, although much more leisurely now.
You stop for a moment to ask the human what he plans to do with you. This seems to make him think, running one index finger over his chin as he ponders. You simply continue to eat. "Well, I'm not sure. I guess I'll try a few basic sealing methods to try and get rid of it, if that doesn't work I'll try to get in contact with someone who's more versed in exorcism. This kinda thing isn't really my specialty."
You blinked a few times, a bit surprised, before asking the human if he thought it was really possible, before he laughed back. "99% of Demons are exorcisable. Only very, very high ranked ones are too stubborn to vacate. If all else fails I could just put a bind on your abilities so that even if he does come out he'll be able to be detained easily."
You couldn't even control yourself when you jumped up to hug the human. He gave a slightly nervous laugh, patting you on the back more than actually returning the hug, before you sat down again and dug back into your soup. He stared at you a moment longer, before giving another laugh and walking from the room, leaving you to your own devices for a while.
***
It seemed nothing was working. Currently, you had a number of runes inscribed over your body - you'd stripped down to your underwear at the human's request - were standing in the middle of a large, complex magic circle, and had Shinkada at one end chanting something in, apparently, Enochian. You sat there, ears twitching for a moment. It didn't seem to be helping, at all, and when the human flung his arms up in the air and turned around, putting his hands on his hips, you asked him if there was anything you could do to assist.
He turned back around, smiling again, and shook his head. "Looks like whatever's in you is out of my range. I'll try to organize some more Divine-specialized people to give it a shot, but I'm afraid it doesn't look good. Sorry, kiddo," he said, smile turning sad. You nodded a bit - your hopes weren't that high anyway, and stood to follow him as he left the room.
When you got out, you quickly scrounged around for your clothes. The cold of the room had left your nipples hard, and the sudden warmth had made you begun to tent your pants. 'Not the best idea to let a lapine go for more than a day without release,' your mind thought to itself, which seemed to cause Shinkada to turn around and look at you with a raised eyebrow. You froze in your tracks, remembering his telekinesis, before his gaze lowered to your crotch.
You blushed heavily and crossed your legs over, paws moving to cover yourself. He gave a light laugh and, before you could question him, he was already in front of you, on his knees, moving your hands to the side to lightly lick along the crease in the material. You couldn't help but whimper, arms impulsively fighting to try and stay covering yourself, as your trembling voice asked him what he was doing.
"Well, you need release, and it's easier this way, right?" he asked, sounding completely innocent as he slid down the thin material, letting your half-erect shaft spring up, causing your blush to deepen. You lightly jabbered a few responses, unable to string sentances together too well in the current situation, which only caused him to laugh again. "See? You're too high strung," he simply said as he gave your shaft a firm lick up the underside, causing a shiver to race through you.
You considered continuing to question him, before his soft, warm lips slid down your length, engulfing your entire length in warmth, completely stopping anything you would have said as a loud moan forced its way from your throat. His mouth was strange - it was smaller than most, and he didn't seem to have a throat at all, his mouth just continued. The walls were smoother than anyone you'd felt before, almost velvety, and just as you were about to question him yet again, you felt his tongue slide out from further in his mouth, first licking your tip before more of it emerged to actually wrap around your length.
All's you could do was moan again. His tongue was a bit rougher than his mouth, and the feeling of his tongue jerking your shaft one way while he slid his mouth off of you the other way, was absolutely incredible. You then looked down to him, chest heaving, to see him grinning up from your length, eyes locked in yours, obviously enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. With no further warning, he at least tripled his pace, going from leisurely strokes to quick jerking, tongue tugging along your length while his mouth tightly slid down.
It was too much. You tried to warn him but just as you did you moaned out again, back arching as your seed erupted. You felt your cum spurting almost violently from your tip as he sucked roughly, coaxing more out. His mouth had stopped moving but his tongue hadn't, jerking you quickly, milking you as your seed spurted to cover the lower depths of his 'throat'. Your orgasm lasted a good few seconds before it finally subsided, and you would have fallen backwards if not for the human's gentle arm around your back.
You looked at him weakly and he simply grinned, easily hoisting your small frame over his shoulder and carrying you over to the bedroom. You were fast asleep before he even got to your door.
***
You woke with a start, but just a few split seconds too late. You would have cried out in despair if you had any control over your mouth, as it spread into a vicious grin full of razor sharp teeth.
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You almost cried out when that side of you slipped into his room. He was fast asleep, completely vulnerable, and both claws and tentacles were out and ready to strike. The Demon was using strategy for once... You couldn't believe how angry he felt. And to be using strategy, he must have been absolutely floored from being beaten. You tried to look away as the creature reared its claws back, then thrust them to strike, but you couldn't.
With a sick, wet plunge, claws and tentacles buried themselves in flesh. Blood sprayed over your face. Even from your position of being possessed by the demon, a tear managed to slip from your eye, as inside they flowed freely. The beast laughed as the human just laid there, showing no signs of life as the blood pumped from his form. But after a split second, the blood, and the body, were both gone.
The demon looked around, obviously both angered and confused at this trickery, before, in the exact same stance as before, wings wrapped around the tentacles and arms held its own back.
"Hah, nice try, but I'm not quite that dense as to let down my guard. I hope Val's decent..," he said to himself, and a blue glow filled a space next to the both of you. After a short moment, that space was filled with the form of a heavily armoured human, mid-swing with a massive, golden hammer. He managed to stop it just before it came in contact with me and the human, and looked over at the human with an angry glare from below his helm.
"Do you have ANY idea what I was just fighting? And you, Mr. High and Mighty, just randomly teleport me in here? Put me back. Now."
"Relax, Val. This' important, you can go back to doing whatever when you help me exorcise this one."
"Shinkada you damn dolt, you think some low rank demon is priority over a Clan Ruler? The one I was just fighting - and beating, mind you - was only a few ranks below Big Red himself!"
"Well I'll teleport you back in just a second, Buffy. Now fix my damn friend here."
You saw Val sigh as that side of you continued to thrash in his - Shinkada's - arms, and turn to you. He gave a glare that almost sent the Demon packing right then. After a moment he sighed and shook his head. "He's higher rank than he looks. The best I can do is make him dormant, althoug that may give your friend here some violent tendancies when he gets angry. Nothing like now, he'll be able to control it, but he'll still get pretty vicious."
Shinkada paused. He was obviously considering your future pretty deeply. Determination struck you in a random spur of the moment as you felt your Demon side begin to actually get worried at this prospect, and you put all your effort into fighting to gain just control of your mouth. That's all you wanted. The demon side fought back, hard, but you managed to get enough strength to yell out a single, pained sentance. "DO IT!"
The Paladin, Val, stared at you for a second, before looking over to Shinkada for the final word. From the side of your peripheral vision, you see him give a light nod, and Val nod back. Raising his golden hammer over his head, the ridiculously old-fashioned Paladin gave a single cry, a yellow aura slowly growing around his hammer, before a yellow bolt of electricity spread it to you. Just a split second after it hit, you were out cold yet again.
***
With a start, you awoke once more, dragging something up with you. You felt... Different. The Demon side was still gone, but it felt like it was more a part of who you are now... But at the same time, it felt controllable. Normal. Like it was just naturally there and that it was nothing bad. Looking to the side, you saw Shinkada looking up at you with a half-concerned look although, as usual, he looked friendly and calm. He had one arm over your chest.
"G'morning, bunnyboy. Sleep well?" he asked casually, smirking just a bit. You panted softly as you recovered from the sudden wake, before finally settling back down and lying down again. Shinkada crawled closer to you, nuzzling lightly into your neck fur. Your first reaction was to hold him back a bit, before remembering his telekinesis. You realized with a bit of a blush that the forefront thing on your mind was relief.
"It's up to you," he said with a casual smile, moving a bit back as you pushed him. "I know you're thinking about it, but I know it might be too soon after just having that little shock. Plus you've only just gained complete control of your body. You might want to get adjusted to it first," he said. It was kind of redundant since you realized he already knew your decision, but you felt happy at the show of politeness just the same. You gave a nod, releasing him, and he grinned widely.
A second off questioning his grin, you feel his hands moving beneath the covers. You were already naked - probably because he knew you enjoyed sleeping that way - so when he ran a hand down to your rear, palm caressing the soft fur that covered you there, occasionally running over the small, round tail there, you couldn't help but whimper. He gave one of his usual soft laughs and pulled you over to fit you against him; the first thing you felt was a thick shaft between his legs, and the soft feel of your backfur against his own bare chest.
Another whimper forces itself out of you as you feel his tip press between your rear. He gave a soft shush to your ear, which seemed to very easily calm you, before the warm feel of precum began to leak copiously from his tip. As he gently kissed at your neck fur, teeth occasionally nipping the skin beneath, hands running slowly over your lithe chest and stomach, it wasn't long before both his shaft and your rear was coated in the slippery liquid, and the flow slowed. He gave one last delicate kiss to your neck, before he began to slip inside of you.
As usual it hurt at first - he was gentle, so gentle, and so slow, but he was also one of the thickest you'd taken, so you couldn't help but wince slightly. He seemed to pause whenever the pain began to mount and gave you some time to adjust before resuming his push. Eventually, his full length was inside of you - it was hard to gauge but he seemed around the 8 inches mark - which brought a light moan from you as his skin gently pushed against your own fur and the skin beneath it.
He gave you a few moments to settle now, one hand lightly rubbing over your chest, occasionally flicking at the small bars that pierced your nipples, while his other hand moved to your crotch, caressing your length languidly, both of his strong arms serving to make you feel safe, in a way. You were about to nod for him to continue, but as usual he was a step ahead and slowly pulled out of you, making you shiver as your rear clamped around him, before he thrust in quite quickly. It hurt a bit, but the pain was almost entirely pushed aside by the pleasure of it. Another moan pushed from your lips.
You felt his stream of pre begin to start up again, coating your insides now and making the thrusting extremely easy for both of you. You could almost feel him give a grin, whispering something you didn't quite catch hotly into your ear, before he pulled back and thrust, hard, into you. Again, the pain was almost completely quietened as your shaft leaked precum down both its length and his slowly stroking hand.
His thrusting increased now. There was no gap inbetween when his skin dully impacted against your rear and when he immediately began pulling out again, beginning a steady rhythm. His hand was moving at the same pace as his hips, although in the opposite direction so that he jerked down your length when he thrust in. His pace continued to quicken, shaft still spurting his copious pre inside of you, as you felt the end coming quickly.
Apparently Shinkada wasn't far behind, as he was now panting slightly himself, thrusting his full length into your rear at each movement, tip just barely staying inside you before it was all forced in again. You were about to make a request before he began stroking your cock upwards now, top of his thumb sliding against the fur on the front of your beltline. You made a mental note to ask him to stop reading your mind so much, which just made him laugh softly.
Your paws instinctually gripped at the sheets as you felt yourself go just that bit over, watching as your shaft shot first a few small spurts of pre onto your stomach before the full orgasm hit you, making your back arch once more. Shin's hand continued to move along you as you pumped your cum onto your stomach and chest, a few stray shots landing on your face, while Shin gave a loud grunt and thrust into you one last time, joining you in your high.
The amount of cum he had was unbelievable, and it was only about after the torrents of cum began to erupt from his shaft that you felt full. He continued to occasionally thrust into you as he came, causing a bit of his seed to splash onto your rear and the bed beneath you, still managing to jerk off your own shaft as you came down from your orgasm. You could almost hear his teeth grind against themselves as, after a few more waves of his cum flooded you, now dripping freely down your thights and onto the sheets, his orgasm finally subsided.
The both of you laid there for a long few moments, panting as you both seemed to relax at the same time, before his grip on you tightened and he embraced you completely, nuzzling into your neck. He slowly let your shaft go, moving the same arm to embrace you with the first, and wordlessly lean in to nuzzle your cheek lightly. "Sleep well," he whispered, making you frown as he read your mind yet again, before you, for the fourth time in so short a time, passed out.
Thankfully for your conscience, Shinkada wasn't far behind you, this time.
*Well, hope ya'll enjoyed my first, and possible one of the only lemons I'll ever write. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good paw. :3 Also, apologies to Ally for any innacuracies to his character. X3 It WAS meant to be a surprise, after all.*