Summary: You're good at your job, one of the best, but a woman like Celia isn't a variable you accounted for.
Notes: request for my sibling @cn-worms... I KNOW WHAT U ARE!! but it's actually my first Celia fic ever so i hope i did alright!
Harold is a job you've had over a thousand times. A white man in his fifties with too much power and yet still never enough. That's when they turn to look for more of it in weaker people. The kind of person you've done a lot of work to play to perfection. You're the pretty dog that bites, you're the paper that cuts, you're the one affair that Harold isn't going to walk away from unscathed. There's no issue in getting to him, he planned to have you before you could even say hello. He can't keep his eyes off of you—prepared to add you to his list of power tripping conquests. You're sure this won't take much of your time.
At least it wouldn't, if there weren't one minor set back.
Celia Lede is one of the most amazing women you've ever met. She commands a room like no other, her voice smooth and elegant. Every word is both a bite and a kiss, dragging you in deeper into her gravitational pull. You were almost convinced she was a succubus too, but you haven't picked up on any of the usual signs. It seems like her magic is all human.
It's hard to remember how you're meant to sit in the office, when you should curl your hair and laugh at Harold's humourless jokes. All of that washes from your mind when Celia enters the room. You're sure she doesn't quite like you and you can understand why. Your usual strategy to a home wrecking situation like this, is to either defuse or remove the spouse—all depending on their personality types. Though this time around, you can't imagine staying in this building without Celia in it. Even her glares and mocking laughter makes your heart swoon, burning itself deep into your skin.
This is exactly what's complicating things. Your boss isn't as understanding of your romantic afflictions and warns you to focus or your return won't be a warm welcome. Duty is duty and you need to remember what you came here for. It's not a succubus' job to follow their heart.
You're wearing the tightest pants you could find, shirt hugging your chest and forcing every curve into the right place. It's not what you'd call comfortable, but beauty is pain and Harold's attention proved your efforts worth it. He's a simple minded pig, not hard to please as long as you put out. You sigh, leaning your head back against the office wall. Watching him from the window, leaving in his expensive and obnoxious car. The day is nearly complete, there's only one thing left for you to wrap up on your list before you start the routine all over again. Unless Harold decides to poorly sext you during the night.
No rest for the wicked.
An image pops into your mind—a folder with several client deals and exchanges that you could use. Options are to sell it to higher bidders or use the information to sway his decisions on your own. Getting another smug grin on his face when you show any form of competence.
'Surprised a pretty thing like you knows what that is.' He whispers in your ear, thinking he's complimenting you.
'You must be rubbing off on me.' You lie with a flutter of your lashes.
Ugh.
Your hip rests against the door as you slide in the key—given to you by Harold in an act of blind desire—turning it until it clicks. You ease into the room before you choke on your breath and stumble backward.
"Hello there, mouse." Celia's hair bounces to the side as she tilts her head. "Looking for something?"
Words die in your throat at the sight of her. Her bottom half rests on the front of the desk, one leg over the other as her arms fold across her chest. Her smile, as soft as a dagger and it captures you all the same. Part of you is full of fear—you're so used to paying much more attention—however part of you can't help but feel something hotter twist inside you. You've wanted nothing more than some alone time with her and now you're finally getting it. You just need to make sure it doesn't end up sabotaging everything you've been working towards in pursuit of her affection.
You open your mouth, prepared to explain yourself with whatever lie you can cook up before she lifts her finger and shakes it at you.
"Close the door behind you." Celia commands and you obey.
Her voice wraps itself around your hand, returning it to the door knob, acting before you could even register her request. You push it closed until it clicks and before you can even turn back to face her, she grabs a fist full of your hair. On instinct, your hands reach back to grab onto her wrist, but you don't fight her off. You don't want her off.
Her voice tickles your cheek, she smells wonderful. "Do you think you're the first one to try this? Think I didn't see through your doe-eyed act?"
You only let out a whimper, one so pathetic it makes her laugh as she slams your face into the door before tossing you to the ground. Your blood is sweet as it trickles down your nose and to your lips. You hope she gets to taste it before all this is over, to get her approval on your flavour. Pushing yourself up from the ground onto your hands and knees, you look up at her as you begin to pant desperately. Her eyebrow quirks but she doesn't relent, dropping a file of photos a few inches in front of you.
"I cut down sweet things like you every day." Celia spits, a scowl curling on her perfect mahogany lips. "You only ever get hurt."
You don't even spare them a glance—you're sure you know what they are anyways—but your eyes can't leave her. She owns them, she owns you.
Her expressions shifts, her hand reaching down to slide beneath your chin. You feel the drag of her nails on your skin and you sigh, leaning into her. No one's touched you like this in so long, no one of importance to you anyway. A cruel gentleness that isn't seeped in vicious lust, in a desire to use you until you've run dry. Though in her hands, it doesn't seem like such a terrible notion.
"Oh, mouse." her voice lilts before it drops in a condescendingly warm coo. "You poor thing."
She pulls away and you try to follow but she cuts you off with a harsh slap to your face. There's danger in her gaze, showing that far more is in store for you now.
"Seems you know your place now, don't you?"
You nod and she raises a brow, smile falling as she waits.
It's a small silence before you fumble out your words. "Yes, ma'am!"
"Better, but still not enough." Celia purrs, her sharpened nail motion down to her heeled shoe. "Come show me how sorry you really are."
Your tongue moves over your lips, wetting them as you crawl towards her. You keep low, looking up at her through your lashes. A mouse—as she's called you—offering yourself to the dazzling feline before you. Your head sinks down and you press a kiss against her polished heels. You can't help your whimper and she knows it. It's why she laughs at you so wickedly as her shoe steers away. You try and follow but are quickly struck by it at with sudden kick. Pain shoots up your face in a cold shock before it settles and aches.
She is power. Power like you haven't seen before in humans.
As a succubus, you rarely feel lust, you merely give it out to others. It's better that way because the times you do—times like now—you lose control of yourself. That much is obvious now as pink smoke hisses from your lips and your eyes glaze into a candied rose colour. Once again, Celia's taken back by the sight of you. Just when she starts to understand, you up and change. Still, even with whatever you might be— she knows she still holds the power here.
"What are you?" She mutters just clear enough for you to catch.
You pet over the likely developing bruise on your face before crawling back to her. Your heart is racing, feeling the pain of an underused muscle. She's bringing you back to life.
You fall at her feet, resting your cheek against her. "I'm yours, I'm—"
"Get yourself off on my heel." She commands. "I want to see you break."
You obey.
Your fingers trail up her calf, settling your hips onto her. The point of her shoe nudges into you, urging you to grind yourself down. With every movement, you feel heat rise into your body, like an ancient volcano waking after centuries. You lose shame, finding no need to hide in front of her anymore. She can see you and she hasn't tried to run, she's still wrapping a leash around your pretty neck.
More moans slip from your lips, the pressure of her heel bringing ecstasy to your veins. You kiss her leg, holding on tighter as you continue to move. That mist continues to seep from your mouth, eyes glowing as you rut against her like a dog. The air begins to fill with the smoke from your lips and as it hits Celia's lungs, she feels the start of her arousal grow much faster. A gasp leaves her and she bites down on her lip to control herself. She's never encountered anything like you—no time for tall tales about monsters and the dark. Yet here you are, and so easily bending to her will.
It's all so intoxicating.
You're close now, you can feel it and so can she. You gaze up at her, eyes begging for her to give you what you so desperately desire. To let you finish on her, to cum at her command. She lets out a heavy exhale at the sight of you, running her fingers through your hair as your body is about to break.
She pulls your hair back hard and you stutter. Celia pulls her shoe from beneath you and her fingers return to your chin. The pointed nails that decorate every digit draw lines against your skin. You whine and whimper like a starved animal, but you don't move. You stay put until she allows you movement. You'd do anything for her.
"Not yet. First we have some work to do, mouse." She hums, bending down to rest mere inches from your lips. "Then, if you're good for me?"
Celia breathes in your scent, eyes lidded—almost as heavy as yours. "I'll ruin you."
The plot of the new TOH graphic novel (The Long-Lived King) is that Luz loses her memory.....and this leaves room for Lumity to happen all over again, which makes me both really sad for Amity, and really excited for the cuteness of them meeting again.
I can't wait to make more drawings of these characters in their beautiful designs from the cover! :D
When they're angry, they become extremely sexy. I want to make them angry as much as possible so they can take out their frustrations on me just like they want. I would let them use me however they wanted.
All arts belong to Gatobob! This isn't an edit but kinda tracing (you saw the way I drew by myself eww). I mixed ykmet pose with btd style and coloured it. This one was the hardest cgs for me to make, haha
I like the idea of making mc as a black silhouette but if we're talking about btd style, there were the cgs where hands are coloured so I added this detail
working on the sprites as we speak! there's 4 bases and about 40+ expressions so overall (not including the tail or ears) i'm looking at about 160+ combinations thought not all of them are gonna be useable... it's a long process guys pls help
Ren Hana || CGs || Boyfriend to Death 2: Fresh Blood
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