I just thought of something but, what if the average human goes to hell, stays there a long time (any ring). But after some time, their transformation starts to take an unexpected turn. They somehow get the weirdest mutations, they grow 6 tails, 3 long horns, pale and dark skin, and somehow wings.
["Hit the slay button."]
You become an incredibly attractive demonoid + Icon reactions
You're something of a marvel to the denizens of Hell.
Whenever you show demons a photo of yourself as a perfectly untouched human, they're generally unable to believe you ever were human to begin with. Surely, even if you spent entire decades of your life in the Rings, you could never become such a striking specimen! Alas, it is the truth, and you can prove it with your medical records, all the progression photos you've taken...
You're not even sure how you achieved this yourself. You'd come to a certain point in your life where the physical changes seemed inconsequential to you. In fact, since you planned to keep living in the Rings, you figured these mutations would only serve to help you acclimate easier, maybe make some of the locals respect you more- It's a double-edged sword, socially.
You don't think there's any demonic ancestry in your genes, and even if there was, the chances of you becoming what you are today are the equivalent of winning a genetic lottery.
Three curling, spotless horns branch out from your head, symmetrical and evenly spaced, your back is adorned with leathered wings you've had a tough time learning to live with, and there's barely enough space on your lower back for the six flowing tails you've been gifted with by forces unknown. Although you are no concubus, your eyes still carry a shine to them, lashes long and heavy. Your pallid skin all but radiates in the burning heat of Wrath, and glimmers softly in the dusky skies of Sloth- Save for a choice few spots which are utterly void-like in complexion, yet seem to compliment your proportions perfectly.
It turns out you are a vision of utter beauty for most fiendish folk.
Concubi drooling over the ground you walk on, moaning for you to join them in adult industries, or just to let them touch you. Pride lusts for your image as well, wanting to make you the face of several modeling jobs and picturesque decorations. Greed demons attempt to ply you with ornaments, offering anything to have you as their arm candy. Gluttony likewise is very insistent on having you passing by almost every restaurant, promising to let you indulge in whatever you most crave. Sloth will do anything to keep you around for just a bit longer, oh just a little more- Smitten wrathful folks maim each other in your honor, and oh... You don't want to talk about the skinwalkers in Envy.
Celebrity that you've become, you'd give anything to have a moment to yourself, to have some privacy- But even having hired a trustworthy manager (you think they too are unfortunately infatuated), you simply can't do anything wihout having to face a crowd.
In fact, things get dire when the Icons themselves send formal invitations.
You can't deny them. Even if you wanted to, being in bad-standing with the rulers of Hell is a one way ticket to danger.
And, to make things even more conflicting, all of them seem to covet you, a realization that has you nearly nauseous.
Cero will wax about how poetic it is that only someone like you could ever meet his standards. That the two of you are clearly so alike and so aligned, it's be foolish for you to even want to stick around other Rings, with the dirty riff raff- But he understands, you are a public figure and you must tend to the masses. Just reach out to him when you've decided that you want a life as grand as it should be, by his side.
Vorticia is nothing if not a huge charming mistress to you, so effortlessly capable of dragging you into a comfortable dinning table to share meaningful conversation and splendid wine with. Isn't it nice to have this peace and quiet, away from people who simply can't appreciate you normally? If you would just let her care for your weary self, you'd want nothing else but to be in her hands. She promises.
Rinx is relentlessly pushy. He's sure the next set of priceless thingamajigs he sends your way will be what has you tumbling into his arms! Give in, you shall never crave for anything else, he will place you atop the tallest pedestal of the Ring itself. There's no one in Hell and out who could offer you a smidge of what Rinx readily lets flow your way. You are born for opulence and you would be his most unfathomable treasure.
Kalymir has promised he will have you. Neither a request nor a threat, he plainly says you will fall into his bloody hands when he slaughters all who dare take his chosen mate away. A gorgeous trophy you'd be, but to pair such looks with deathly force would be his greatest pleasure. You can only keep running from him for so long, and Kalymir is nothing if not a fan of the chase, you teasing little whore.
Zizz believes you'll choose him in the end. He can offer you a type of peace none of the other Icons hold. In the privacy of his chambers, you'll know nothing but the sweetest sleep and the most satisfying dreams. The two of you will dance together, away from undeserving eyes, your minds connected for a greater purpose. He has time to watch the others fumble and crush their chances entirely. Like the fools they are.
Vesper is determined to whisk you away and show you such insurmountable pleasures that you forget all others. He will play your perfect body the way it is meant to be, and everyone will see you come apart by his ministrations. Nothing else matters, darling, just let yourself get worshipped day and night, you'll live in a paradise of adoration and he alone will be the puppetteer to every spark of sensation.
Livius is mad with want. You are everything! He wants you! He wants to be you! Within you! Join him, pick him, he will match your every trait, the two of you would be so incredible together. Please, everyone wants you, they hate you because they can't be you- But not Livius. Oh no, he loves every pore on your skin and he will rip his way to you eventually, his envy for those that get to spend time with you is all-consuming.
So this fic took longer than expected. I tried my best to write Cero here and probably failed miserably at it /lh. This is mainly because it's the first time I wrote an egotistical prick like Cero.
I tried to draw the two for this because why not? Plus it's fun to draw Cero ngl, even if it was a bit challenging.
The sour grape, Cero and Reiba belongs to @eldritch-spouse. Please support the amazing artist/writer, she deserves it for making me interested and simp for her characters! 😄
CW: Mentions of Forced Marriage; Cero is his own warning; Toxic relationship; Mention of Egg-preg; Choking
Heavy footsteps of the Queen of Pride echoed the hallways with the team of imp servants scuttering about and dutifully fulfilling their roles. His towering body felt like an intimidating giant in comparison, one that radiates respect and coldness, fitting for his role as a ruler. The additional permanent aloofness only serves to support it. He didn’t even need to use his sharp violet eyes to know that his presence made the servants’ bodies tense up like statues despite working for him for several months, which was understandable given their King has the patience of a spoiled toddler and the Queen has the aura that screams ‘Test my patience and you will regret it’.
Everyone in the mansion could tell that there was tension between the royal couple, but none dared to say a peep.
Lucian, a name he gave himself for centuries, has long blonde hair tied to the back - showing his smooth square face and forced to wear a face-cringing and stuffy suit in purple and black to match his husband. It was one he hated wearing from the amount of sweat he’d accumulated within the past few hours, and being in a hot environment like Hell doesn’t help.
The purple scales on his hand and arms itched with the temptation to lull him into scratching it. It took all of his willpower to reign himself on an imaginary leash so he wouldn’t try ripping off his clothes just to feel a semblance of coolness brushing through his muscular body. If he did that, Cero would be popping more veins than Lucian growing more strands of grey hair, and while the image was enticing, another round of unnecessary tantrums made him mentally shove it into the depths of his mind.
Quiet frankly, the existence of Cero being the King of Pride was an indirect mockery to Lucian who he considers himself to embody the sin. So much so, that he wants the world to smite the pale demon on his behalf.
The long and wide hallway of the mansion was dawned in hues of purple and black, in contrast to Lucian’s castle that’s in white and purple. The expensive and high-quality pieces of furniture and decorations in every corner and inch of the place would make any lower class cry in awe.
The walls hung the many paintings of the King with his familiar yet disgusting arrogance and sharp facial features that reflected the Pride Ring it represented. The dreaded atmosphere lingered on those braved enough to walk into its unwelcoming embrace that threatened to suffocate you of all your worth.
Always striving for perfection, was what Lucian can describe as his asshole of a husband. He could hardly remember how many times he wanted to knock Cero’s ego down a peg over the course of their marriage. Hell, he sometimes thought of railing him to submissiveness every time he opened his mouth, no matter how much the idea made him grimace. The fucking demon is really edging him this far. It’s almost impressive.
He had no one but himself to blame for his predicament. His cold heart thumped when Cero showed him the contract, albeit a corrupted one, but a good one nonetheless. The way he holds himself. The way he explains the process of the contract, simultaneously expresses his pride for his skills and intelligence. It was the ideal courtship he imagined, minus the kidnapping, and he fell hard for it. Even if he didn’t, it wasn’t like he had any other choice. From what he learned, Icons of Hell are forces that shouldn’t be trifled with, and he could get severely injured in the process. Even if he did won, he had to crawl himself out of Hell and getting more injured from other demons. Whether they care about the death of the Icon of Pride or not is up in the air and Lucian won't take his chances.
Because of these raging fantasies that will lead to his ending, his footsteps quicken to speed walking pace towards the library, causing many of the passing servants to sweat drop from the intense aura he emits mixed with his resting bitch face. It’s a sanctuary for him and the one place he can indulge in his hobby while pretending he isn’t stuck in a prison that he can’t escape from.
For once, he can fantasize a life where he was in a “better” relationship.
With someone who doesn’t say his handmade violet gemstone, an indirect ‘I love you. so. fucking. much’, that it wouldn’t look “perfect” for any artificial trinket. The gall to insinuate a dragon’s gem won’t look magnificent unless it’s turned into a fucking accessory is a personal insult to its creator. Oh if only that demon understood how much he left a crack in his Queen’s heart that day.
Just say my gem is garbage, you fuck. He huffed, brushing his blonde hair back.
Sure, the gem was not perfect, but Lucian had made countless attempts to form his scales into gems in secret for over a month, many of which were wasted because it wasn’t up to his standards, until it was exactly how he wanted to look. All those tiring days to form a singular scale into a suitable gemstone for his mate. Even, the head servant was willing to help keep his project hush-hush from Cero and give her different flavors of puddings for compensation.
The result was an almost palm-sized, smooth purple gem with slight bumps, shaped like an oval. He vividly remembered how his chest puffed up with pride at his creation.
The failed creations still sat in his personal bedroom drawer to this day as a reminder of his endeavor and that hell forsaken reaction.
A part of his mind reminded him that it was a Pride Demon’s love language, to make everything about them and show little vulnerability, but that went one ear and out the other.
The cold air seeps through the faint crack of the large door and embraces the newcomer as the door is pushed open and rumbles through the large and grand library, filled with thousands of books and organized into their categories. Cero had demanded that all of the servants ensure that not a single book was misplaced or damaged, lest they want to face the wrath of the Icon. An act that Lucian appreciates, almost made the edges of his lips tug up when no one was looking.
While he scans through the various shelves, one section catches his eyes and widens like saucers. There’s an entire six rows of novels with a hardcover and arranged in their perspective genres. The humanoid dragon didn’t recall ever seeing this new section and he doubted Cero was the kind to read these books, trying to search his already old memories to find answers, until one event came to mind, a complaint that he made to his husband about the lack of novels in the library and got told that his taste in books was god awful. Another petty grudge to hold against him.
The frown turned upside, forming into a genuine, rare, warm smile, forgetting his frustrations with his pompous husband. “You exceeded my expectations once again” He humored himself, as he took a random novel off the shelf and sat near the windowsill, turning to the first page.
Lucian was already planning out his quality time with Cero in his mind, while simultaneously flipping through the pages and reading the sentences. Maybe he should start creating his second gem. A “perfect” one this time.
A serene ambiance settles into the library that day……
Insecurity is an ugly feeling to have, especially for a proud demon. It will gnaw at them till they do something to prove that little whisper in their heads that whatever degradation it throws their way is completely wrong, a lie that should never be said in the first place.
Unfortunately, Cero can’t entirely control how his feelings and mind operate. Ever since he successfully made Lucian his Queen with the contract, something he put all his blood, sweat, and tears into despite the haste, and feeling waves of euphoria from the smooth process and his obedient (he isn’t) inamorato following diligently to the lessons he planned out to be a fitting Queen of Pride.
When Lucian gifted him the gemstone he put equal blood, sweat, and tears into that Cero’s ego was stroked into a disgusting smarmy smile and chest puffed up to an obnoxious degree. Heck, he even kept the gemstone in a separate safe after admiring it like a love-struck teenager whose crush just gave him a love letter.
While he wished it was better quality, the fact his inamorato offered him physical proof of his race’s eternal love - after a lot of painful waiting on the demon’s side, was good enough. Shame, he missed the flash of hurt and anger that came when the pallid demon expressed how his lovely gem wouldn’t be fitting for any accessories. Apart from their soon-to-be new wedding rings.
He wanted to return that affection, but no matter what he does, no matter how much he shows off his talent, intelligence, and his monologue about how ‘he must be lucky to have him as his husband and King and saving him from that pig’s pen of a home’. Going as far as showing his much softer side to the stubborn dragon, yet he couldn’t make a dent in his Queen’s stubborn walls. It was as if he expected something from him but didn’t know what it is.
What is wrong with him? Is it part of the courtship? Why isn’t he giving his King his usual physical touch? The soft gazes? The genuine adoration? Why is he trying so damn hard to not show it!? Whirlwinds of countless questions without answers were eating the demon alive.
Cero’s sharp claw of his index finger taps away at his forearm, filling the halls with his frustrations that threaten to explode.
Poor Reiba is standing near him like a deer in headlights, being careful with her pose and speech lest she wants to be ripped in half in this minefield. She was also confused why the Queen grew distant from Cero, but she figured it must’ve been a cultural difference or a miscommunication.
The door to the library was left slightly ajar, and only one person would do it.
The cold air from the room made the pallid demon shudder, regretting ever implementing the cold stones into the library so his inamorato wouldn’t melt into a pathetic puddle while he was reading. “That idiot is still doing this?! How many times do I need to drill it into his pathetic excuse of a memory until he understands?!”
Various images of how he will discipline his dumb Queen. Ranging from whipping to overstimulating till the dragon begged for him to stop with big fat tears. It caused his shaft to almost slip out of his slit at the mere thought of it. How embarrassing.
The two demons brace themselves with cold resistance magic before entering the library. Cero strides elegantly towards the spot near the windowsill like it was second nature.
“Is there something you need from me, Cero?” Lucian quips as he raises his head from the book. It’s always amusing to see Cero and Reiba shivering from the cold.
The pallid demon crossed his arms, glared daggers at the dragon, and a scowl plastered his white facade with patches of salmon. “You better have a good reason for leaving the door open again!” Ah here it is, his incessant whining. Classic.
Lucian internally scoffed at it, knowing full well that he did it on purpose to lure him here. Time to flatter him, much to the dragon’s dismay. “I’m so sorry, my beloved King. My carelessness has prevented me from being a worthy Queen to someone as handsome and amazing as you. Is it so wrong of me to wish to see your beautiful eyes and hear your voice that lulls me in like a siren?” He offers a small smile as an extra.
Gods above, he wants to gag and hurl from saying such cheesy lines. He couldn’t believe he stooped this low for self-preservation.
The silence is all the answers he needs. He could see his chest puff up and a slight flush on his cheeks from his ego being preened. Even though Lucian could be bullshiting every word.
Once Cero’s mood has been lifted, the dragon sees fit to clear up something.
The Queen makes a hand gesture for Reiba to leave the two in private, knowing the aftermath could become worse if she stays and he cannot afford to have her get caught in the crossfire.
The pale imp went still as statue, and glanced to her king for his input. Fortunately, Cero waves his hand to dismiss the head servant. It’s done out of curiosity and intrigue on the demon’s side, as Reiba leaves the library.
Once Lucian is sure that the two are alone, he’s the first to break the silence. “While you’re here, I want to clear a misunderstanding between us”
“A misunderstanding?” Cero raised an eyebrow. Attentively listening to what he has to say.
“I’m aware that dragons are rare species, let alone knowledge of us aside from mythologies humans created. The gem I gave you the other day. It’s why I want to explain that it’s used as a vessel to store energy for when the mother requires more stamina before labor to ensure a safe birth and usually the gem is eaten raw” He explains with his stoicness, letting it sink in.
A reminder that they can’t have a biological heir, at least to him. The demon’s face morphs into a look that says ‘So what?’ mixed with impatience and offense. “That’s it?”
Lucian didn’t think Cero would be this oblivious to the message, but he’s not complaining. If anything, the dragon is internally elated for the grand reveal. One that will surely dig his own grave. “I wish to save this last information until I create a second gem for you, my beautiful King. But since you’re curious….”
“Get to it already! I don’t have all day!”
“The gem is also used as an artificial egg for same-sex couples. The process simply needs you to shove the gem into your anus and I-”
Cero immediately grabbed Lucian’s neck in a blink of an eye before he could finish the sentence. The former’s sharp claws, which he diligently filed and maintained to perfection, are threatening to pierce through the skin. If it was possible, Cero’s face went redder than Kalymir’s entire body and radiating that same anger as he does but more mellow and dangerous. Despite this, Lucian’s aloofness never wavered, only making the demon’s blood pressure skyrocket to the moon.
“Choose your next words carefully, pet” The venom is clear as crystal.
“My next words are exactly as I implied, my beloved King. I want to see you glow as the sun when you bear our heir” A rare soft gaze and smile stretch his face. A dragon will not back down without a fight.
You inhale, intensely regretting your life choices, feeling this entity's breath fan the hairs on your neck.
" Listen, this was a grave mistake. I would like to end- "
Shaky fingers attempt to move the planchette towards 'goodbye', but an oppressive force forbids it. The more you resist, the harder it grips, until a slash of claws rakes bloody lines over the skin of your hand. It jostles you.
" N O "
" T H I S I S A N I N V I T A T I O N "
" Invitation? " Fear bubbles up in your chest. Had you done something wrong? " What do you mean, invitation? "
" S I L E N C E P E R V E R T "
Your cheeks blaze, certainly not just from the sting of his scratches.
" G R A N T M E E N T R A N C E "
" T- To what?! "
" Y O U "
For someone who's complaining about you being horny, the unmistakable teeth scraping your skin are anything but a sign of composure.
It's another average day in your life until one day some Icon decided to move next door to you. You thought those old Karens were a pain until Cero moved next door. Old Karens don't bother you anymore for some reason. His mansion made your home looked like a cardboard box. I feel his eyes judging me whenever I'm outside.
That new neighbor, Livius moved in not long and over time it strangely looks similar to your home. At least he entertains my kid when I'm doing yardwork.
I haven't heard or seen much from my neighbor, Zizz. Maybe he works at home. Ever since he moved next door, you been having wonderful sleep. Your dreams feel vivid and you see a mysterious large figure.
Your neighbor Kalymir's home looks like a fortress. It's covered with weapons and blood. You can't sleep because you hear screams all the time. You don't have the courage to complain about it. During halloween you bet he gives away the best candy, but nobody knows because the kids are too scared to trick or treat there.
Vortica often invites you over for food at her house. You don't have the guts to say no to her invites. Not just for dinner, she'd invite you over for breakfast or lunch. Best food you ever eaten. Her family is huge. They're nice at least.
You're glad you live in an adult only neighborhood. Your neighbor Vesper's yard is full of statues and bushes shaped like genitals and people in sex positions. Vesper is super nice and really likes to be in your personal space. You'd visit often and have sex when you get needy. He doesn't let you leave until he gives you a gift basket full of sex stuff.
Living next door to Rinx is like living next to a junkyard. You see people approach the front door, but they're never seen again. You seen Rinx a few times your guts tell you to not go near him.
I love this so much, because it implies that every last one of these fuckers have had ENOUGH of Hell. To the surface!
You move somewhere? BAM. Vorticia's your neighbor. Move again? Say hello to Zizz. Another move. Oh hey, it's your neighbor Rinx- You'll never be free.
Maybe they take over a whole street (unlikely), and you move there because somehow this almost suspiciously intact house's price was so low- You just know how fucked you are the moment you're driving up to it, and all of your new demonlord neighbors are outside "👁👄👁 ".
I can just imagine the icons coming home from a meeting to just to hear the sound of tables, chairs and imp servants being knocked down to the ground and a semi transformed queen rushing towards icons, drooling, and shoving everything out the way just to get to them
That new awaked feeling of needing to be close to them and inhale their whole being
-Transformation anon
Transforming Queens and heats
Heats and ruts aren't present in the initial stages of your transformation, being replaced instead with a great discomfort that isn't directly attributed to physical pain. Arousal levels can increase, but not as violently as what is considered typical for heats. In this state, things are almost similar to a flu, where you'll always feel cold and lethargic, with a consistent fog.
Proper heat rears its head during mid to late transformation stages, being more solidified in the late stages. While at this stage you're not as destructive as a fully transformed Queen, you're twice as chaotic, being a fully grown adult experiencing a heat for the first time ever. You'll be restless and inconsolable regardless of transformation-type*, and though you won't know what's off first, when thoughts of your respective Icon start showing up, they just won't go away. The imps will have a hard time managing you, because at this point, you already have a decent amount of power and magic in your system, something they can't fight against without possibly dying in the process. They try to trap you into staying within a certain range.
Naturally, you will spend the whole day trying to reach your Icon, and will smell them the moment they are near. Bigger and larger, the impact of your form against theirs might send them tumbling down, and as you finally gain access to their warmth, skin, lips, voice- You'll be able to minimally calm down. Before the rampant arousal begins, and they either immediately cater to it, or get dragged into sex by you.
It is important -Well, advised- To be careful with any developing limbs during this stage. Excessive careless sexual activity might bend a developing tail wrong or chip a still fragile horn. The medical team summoned for this will tell you that ejaculating on the face should be avoided, since your new eyes are still somewhat sensitive and any miscalculation will hurt them.
Due to your organism's accelerated and overheated state, you can't get pregnant from this heat.
All the Icons will generally take it easier on you during this first heat. It's important to them that you come out of it relatively unscathed and not mentally negatively affected.
(* The Lust Queen may experience heats if she has not been feeding properly once she enters the stage of standard food refusal. She may also have a heat at the very end of her transformation, as a means to shake off extra magic reserves.)
I love zizzy so so so much he’s adorable (he could crush me to death with one hand probably—but he’s delightful and wonderful, it would be a worthy death)
I was wondering, how would zizz react to his sleepy obsession (wrapped up in a blanket) interrupts his meeting with the other icons/ his work…
by just crawling into his lap like they deserve to be there—laying their head down on him and passing back the fuck out (maybe even stuffing their face under his veil to keep the light out of their eyes).
Maybe even how the other icons would react to witnessing that.
[Hellow, fellow monsterfucker extrodinaire!]
Most Queens are expected to attend some, preferably most for diplomatic reasons, meetings. You are a royal now, which means you should have contact with the royal hierarchies of the various Rings.
Zizz is lenient when it comes to this. He, of all people, knows how much it sucks to have to get up and attend a meeting that probably won't mean much of anything in the long run. Having to sit in an uncomfortable chair, listening to other Icons drone on and on, sometimes getting too loud and too stupid- It's hardly any fun. So when he sees you sprawled out in bed, thinks about waking you up to attend such bullshit, the demonlord can't bring himself to wake you.
Sleep, be peaceful, the sight of you well-rested brings him peace as well.
You're warned, usually by Jayde, of where the King is when you wake up. It's easy to make your way to him when these meetings take place in Sloth- Not so much when they take place in the Hollow Seat.
But where there's a will there's a way, and lately it's become particularly hard to fall asleep without the hypnotizing softness and calm of your King-Husband.
No one is truly shocked when they see you waltz in.
Of course, it's rude to simply waddle in without a greeting, but each Icon has made it clear that significant others crowned as royals may also step inside the meeting room.
Your arrival silences any kind of discussion, until you land on Zizz's lap, who could feel your frustrated tiredness a mile away, and wordlessly cradles you closer. He readjusts your position, waving a hand in a specific pattern that summons a blanket. You're wrapped up and covered while the Icon motions for his fellow rulers to resume.
And slowly, the conversation picks back up.
Vesper can't help the quiet cooing. It's so saccharine, what you and Zizz have! He wishes he could bring concubines to meetings, it sure would make things more fun...
Kalymir grumbles impatiently, snarling whenever he's waved at by Zizz, who would appreciate it if he kept a cap to his volume right now.
Vorticia thinks this is proof you're a little spoiled. The least you could do, for your own good really, is pay attention. Don't rely on Zizz to fill you in on everything, like a toddler.
Cero thinks this is a shameful display, but when does he not? You're particularly sloppy in presentation, it gives him a headache. This is just the cherry on top.
Livius has the momentary episode of seethe that he has no sleepy Queen to hold. He's eerily attentive to any movement from your form, but Zizz appears unconcerned by his eccentricities.
Rinx honestly just wonders why Zizz doesn't keep you strapped to him at all times. It would be more effective overall. That way, he'd never lose you and you wouldn't have to bumble around...
Fail sex anon is back (https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/795333802974232576/how-would-the-tce-characters-feel-about-a-reader)
I’ve finally gotten over my shame from sending that first ask and am requesting the same with the icons please 🙏
(I appreciate you matching my freak 🫶)
[No problem, it was genuinely fun to think about!]
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Oh man. Oh Vesper just... He tries to cope with it. He tries to pretend you did not just say such a thing. In fact, the King is looking at you like you have a serious disease. He's working on a way to fix that asap, for both of your sakes. While the Icon could just wait until your transformation automatically induces changes, he's vaguely paranoid that it may result in a concubus that... Craves subpar sex, thus never nourishes themself properly. Something to avoid at all costs. Trust him on this.
Livius just ruins it for you. He begins adapting his own sexuality to match this, meaning that you want the sex to be bad, but so does he. You don't get satisfied, and neither does he, which is already different from what you crave, therefore unsatisfying both of you. In the end, he decides to complement rather than imitate- He becomes exclusively self-focused during sex, which sure, it fulfills this fantasy of yours, but you may have to request normal sex from time to time.
Cero is a dangerous Icon to play with here. Tell him the sex is bad and his bruised ego will mentally beat you down until you're teardully grateful that he even deigns to touch you. He ends up destroying intimacy during sex and leaning fully into his desires, never yours. You get what you want, at a big cost. Phrase it differently, ask to worship and focus on him exclusively, ask him to use you, do not ever mention enjoying bad sex or that the sex has ever been bad.
Kalymir is relatively easy to manage. It's easy for him to hurt you and miss your needs if you're not there to snarl instructions at times. Just don't say anything, or actively bark at him not to please you. It's confusing, sure, but he can tell both circumstances satisfy you, so he's not questioning it too much. To the King, it just seems as if you get off on brutal, uncaring dominance, something he's happy to provide. Getting to carelessly and thoughtlessly use you and have you enjoy such is a benefit, not really an attack on his performance.
Vorticia feels immediately attacked as well. Ironically, you wil have to reassure her repeatedly, and phrase things differently from time to time. She will withdraw from sexual intimacy for a while, then eventually ask you to describe the scenarios that would most arouse you regarding this peculiar preference. She can be entirely self-serving during sex, but the Queen enjoys your pleasure as well for the most part.
Rinx has a surprisingly different outlook. If bad sex is good sex, then that means he never really falls short, right? It's a win-win whether he's actually pleasuring you intentionally or failing to. This is fine, as far as he's concerned. You're always having a good time, he's having a good time, glad we're all on the same page! Would you like him to be even less mindful? The last thing the King of Greed will pass up is the ability to be selfish without guilt.
Zizz is skeptical. Are you sure that's how you feel? Because he absolutely likes the idea of being sloppy with no real concern and just getting off using you however. But he needs to be thoroughly convinced that you don't mind it if he falls asleep and interrupts things, if he makes a mess, if he's not going the pace you want... This is great news for the King, but you do get specific romps where his complete focus is your pleasure, to make up for his lazy careless fucks.
Since the pride queen transformation, she's begun to notice that her sense of smell has improved, and oooh God, Cero's natural musk is just driving her MAD...
she sneaks off to where the imps take care of the dirty clothes, and she goes to town trying to sniff as much of Cero's natural scent as she can.
I like to imagine Cero standing at the entrance of the laundry room looking disgusted but secretly turned on by the queen’s new fascination with his scent
(Ahem i do not have a scent kink i just happen to think this is kinda hot cough cough )
[Suuuure anon, I believe you.]
TW: Musk kink; Mildly unhygienic
It's so unfair, isn't it?
As your transformation unfolds and your sense of smell heightens, you are now cursed to better scent the almost gaudy, unbearable concoction of smells Pride's perfumes evoke. Cero himself is an avid user of the most illustrious brands this Ring has to offer- So while you can sense the hint of musk belonging solely to him, it's usually drowned out in a variety of exotic tones that only serve to make your nostrils itch and flare.
No matter how much you glue yourself to your Lord-Husband, something he definitely notes from time to time, it's impossible to reach that unfiltered core of Icon. Of Cero. Of power and maleness and that hint of sweat that drives you so crazy-
Even when the two of you are retiring for the day and the water from his grand bathtub washes the long-lasting perfumes away, he applies another round of scented products to his skin that make you want to cry.
You've become some manner of animal.
The sheets sometimes hold traces of him, but never for too long, not before the servants waltz in to change everything and rip you off the bed by the claws you've started to sprout.
That leads you...
Oh the indignity!
That leads you...
To the used laundry baskets.
Disgusting! Foul!
But it's only there that you can smell him, feel him, unpolluted by any of those stupid frivolous fragrances. The essence of Cero.
You've never felt this way before towards anyone. It's one thing to find your partner's natural smell somewhat comforting and pleasant- It's another to bury your face in the laundry basket and groan like a whore.
Is this what monsters typically sense from their partners? You've heard many a report from humans in interspecies relationships detailing the odd ways their partners steal clothes or stuff their noses everywhere.
You're ashamed to admit that you've done this a number of times.
It calms you down. It soothes an ache you've never had to deal with before. And, in the dark, no one knows you're there, no one can judge you.
It's even more surprising that, if you keep drawing in that musk, it starts riling you up. Your body overheats, face flushing and body trembling in fit of perspiration. You feel yourself getting wet and stupidly, mindlessly grind against the seam of your pajama pants, your palm, anything-
Would... What would it be like, if you licked it?
The horrific thought rears its head, and you've already got your tongue out before you can think twice, dragging it over one of your King's tops slowly.
Oh, and- OH, that's... You can taste it!
" You know, out of all possibilities behind your repeated nightly absences from our bed chambers, I couldn't have come up with this. "
The lights unceremoniously come on, your tired yet bemused husband leaning against the doorway in his usual purple robe.
The temperature must have dropped to a polar chill from how suddenly you froze.
" Of course, I considered that you might be breaking our contract terms- " Cheating, you presume he meant. " Or even just scheming with some mole... "
The King straightens, walking into the room, circling you like a shark.
" But this is something so entirely unheard of- "
His breath warms the hairs on the back of your neck.
" And depraved. "
" I- I uhm- "
There's no real way to bullshit an excuse here. He knows this, and he's relishing it.
" Explain this perversion to me. "
Your eyeballs nearly pop out of orbit. " M- My King? "
An arched brow dares you to make him repeat himself.
" I c-can't... I just- I can smell things I couldn't before and- And... And I can't get enough of... "
Enough of you.
Unspoken, but honestly it might as well have been screamed.
Cero's face wrinkles, as if in complete and utter disdain for you, but you've been around him long enough to know he's fighting the curl of a devious grin.
" How gross. "
Your heart falls.
" Though I suppose if there ought to be someone whose scent you'd be fixated on, it would, naturally, be me. "
Graceless and humiliated, you attempt to push the laundry basket back where it was, distracted when King Cero begins untying his robe. Is... Is it just you or there's perhaps the hint of something stirring in his pants?
" Come to bed immediately, no sleep will fry a transforming brain. "
The lights are shut off when the demonlord turns away, and just as you move to follow along like a wet dog, something collides with you.
It hits your nostrils before your brain can name it.
