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Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia All characters are depicted as 18+ | These will be completed on request ONLY! "Fill me up..." You have a breeding kink, and you bring it up to your boyfriend the next morning... How does he feel about it?
Riddle Rosehearts
When you confide in Riddle, you can't help but smile at the sight of his cheeks growing red and rosy. Not wearing a condom can be dangerous for more than one reason.
He isn't against it! He's just amazed that you could be so open about it. He planned to keep this interest to himself...
Riddle does his best to keep his composure as he smooths out a non-existent wrinkle in your shared bedsheets.
"Is that so..? I see... I'll be taking this into consideration." As you stay seated next to him you can see his ears starting to turn red. "You don't have to do it-" "No, no, I'm..." Riddle trailed off awkwardly as he fiddled with the blankets again. "I am taking it into consideration." His tone was firm and he gave you a curt nod. You rested your head on his shoulder trying to fight back the urge to laugh at his response. "Which means..?" You asked and looked up as Riddle's charcoal colored eyes met yours. "I suppose it could be fun to try."
Trey Clover
Oh thank the seven you're both on the same page about this. Trey was just too awkward to bring it up.
He's trying to be subtle and smooth about it, but he's actually over the moon. There's something truly magical about cumming inside someone.
Raw sex is extremely intimate in the first place. You're doing him a big favor and you don't even realize it. All he does is adjust his glasses onto the bridge of his nose a little higher.
"You didn't have to hide that from me." He chuckled as you hugged his arm with a small frown. "I just felt a little embarrassed." You admitted softly as Trey laughed again. "But it's me. You can tell me these things, that way you always feel good. I always feel good." He stated proudly as a smile finally tugged at the corners of your lips. "Why don't we try it next time?" Trey offered as his cheeks started to warm up. But he didn't look bashful. He looked excited.
Cater Diamond
Cater raised his brows at your confession. It's not a bad thing but he has a lot of things running through his mind right now.
His first thought was safety; his second thought was bukkake. Polar opposite priorities and questions.
He lays back down in bed and checks his phone, processing the info quietly.
"Okaayyy... Well, babes, that might not be the best idea for us." Cater's tone was joking. You laid down beside him under the sheets as he inched closer with the camera on, ready to take a photo for memories. "I already struggle to pull out with a condom on. What if something happens?" He cooed as he snapped the picture of the two of you in bed. "It's just for fun." You spoke softly as he lowered his phone to his chest. You swore you could hear his heart skip.
Ace Trappola
Good thing you brought it up he's been wanting to worm his way out of a condom for a long time now. He tries not to pout and fuss in front of you but he would rather not wear one if he doesn't have to.
The fact you're telling him is a sign that your relationship is deepening. Clearly you trust him enough to fuck raw.
He's fighting the urge to turn to you rubbing his hands together like a filthy insect but he instead folds his hands together in his lap.
"Soooooo this means I can cum inside?" He asked and you scoffed in amusement. "You could say it in a delicate way." You requested as Ace started to pout. "But you said you like breeding what's wrong with what I said?!" Ace doesn't have a lot of sensitivity and tact when it comes to big conversations. "Say it in a cute way or something." You crossed your arms as you went to lay back down in bed. Ace started to crawl over you with a loud whine. "Lemme cum inside!" He pleaded as you started to giggle, allowing him to pepper kisses all over the side of your face.
Deuce Spade
Deuce is very sweet about it but a little awkward as he processes what you said. Breeding is something he's seen in porn.
He gets worried about the mess in bed. Having to clean up after sex can be troubling, and that includes getting sperm off of the sheets.
He would like to try as long as you're open to it. Deuce wants you to feel good and he never wants to be judgmental.
Deuce nodded to himself as his eyes darted away from you and down to the blankets. "I can do that. I'll try!" He had a little more conviction in his voice as he turned to face you. One of his hands clenched in a fist as blush bloomed across his pale face. You knew he was trying to take this seriously but it was new to him. "We don't have to do it right away." You promised him as you kissed his cheek. "Just think about it." Your soft voice made him shiver. He was already thinking about it.
Mmmmm...... this makes me fantasize about being that pastry, being force filled with cream filling, in my mouth and other openings.....until I swell up like a balloon.....love how she squeezes that bad so hard.........🥵🥵🥵🥵😈😈😈😈
Krispy Kreme 🍩
Cream Filling: Chapter Two
Warning: abusive ex partner/stalking
(Abusive ex appears and scares the mc, but nothing happens)
This is part two of a series. You can find part one here!
Elle felt a sense of relief wash over her when she turned the sign to closed. Once she locked the doors, she picked up a broom and began to sweep. Humming softly, she paused when a shadow loomed over her. Turning, she looked up at the face of her coworker.
Wrecks drummed his fingers together, his face pensive.
“Hey.” She set the broom against the wall as Horac came through with a pile of dishes, grunting and snorting with the effort.
“Shepard.” He began.
“Please, call me Elle.” She interrupted, feeling her cheeks flushed at the last name. It was better than Elodie, but only just barely. They’d been working together for nearly four weeks, and he still acted so formally.
Then again, she had terrified him the first day.
“Elle…” Wrecks drew out the syllable as if the single sound baffled him, before scowling. Clearing his throat, Wrecks removed his spectacles and wiped them off.
“I have a favor to ask. And I’m terribly sorry to put you on the spot.” He patted at his pockets, before producing a carton of cigarettes.
“I need a smoke. Join me?”
They exited through the kitchen, with Wrecks lighting up. He offered the pack to Elle, but she shook her head.
“I’m not sure how up-to-date you are on Drider culture.” Wrecks began, taking a long drag. Silvery green smoke floated up toward the sky in thin tendrils. Whatever was in the cigarettes wasn’t tobacco or cannabis.
Elle shook her head. “Not really. I didn’t want to be rude and badger you on the job about it.” The scent of the smoke made her nose itch. Earthy, with a strange dankness.
“Well.” He sighed. “Normally I don’t ask anyone this, but I’m in a tight spot.” Another drag. “The Festival of Arachne is coming up, so a lot of Driders are going to be swarming this part of town.”
“Need a date?” Elle asked, before chuckling at his flustered expression.
“No.” He said sharply, dragging out the vowel and making a slicing motion through the air. The smoke danced at the reaction.
“Quite the opposite. I need to be far, far away from all of it.” He sighed. “I still have to work, since we’re shorthanded, but…”
Inhaling sharply, he pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his spectacles up to his forehead. “I called around. I can’t stay in a human hotel without paying an exorbitant fee. And all the local ones are going to be filled to the brim with attendees.” Swallowing, he stubbed out the cigarette and stuck it in the breast pocket of his vest.
“Can I stay at your place the week the festival is being held here?” He clasped his hands together. “I’m not saying I’ll be by myself while you’re at work. I’ll still come with you to the morning shift, but I want to… Minimize my exposure.”
“Horac has his kids, and they’re terrified of me. Ram has his own place, but it’s too close to… All this. Night shift is going to be busy…”
“Wrecks…” Elle bit her lip, “I live in a studio apartment, in the Leviathan district.” She felt her cheeks burning. “We’ll be in close quarters.”
“I will pay half your month’s rent.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his wallet. “And I’ll buy groceries and pay for anything I use.”
The one thing she couldn’t refuse. Money.
Wrecks’ cheeks flushed, his pleading expression making it hard to say no.
“You can’t smoke inside. Landlord’s rules.” She was trying to figure out how to fit him in her car when Horac bellowed for them to come back inside.
“It’s bad enough when Spinner is rushing out for a smoke every hour.” The Boarman chastised when they came back in. “Don’t you slip into the habit, too.”
Elle sighed, rolling her eyes and picking up a rag. He was right, but it still made her nervous to even fathom losing the job. She was going to make up for it by cleaning so well, they’d see reflections on every surface.
***
Wrecks was silent on the drive back. His suitcase fit in the front seat, and he took up the entire back. His legs pushed the button to roll the window up and down. The breeze stirred Elle’s hair, making a few strands tickle the back of her neck. She kept her eyes on the road, but the sound was starting to get on her nerves.
“You’re going to break it.” She warned him. “I’ve got the AC on, why do you keep messing with the window?”
“Sorry.” He rolled the window up. “I’ve never been in a car before.”
The statement baffled Elle so much she nearly pulled over to look at him. But traffic was too good to slow down.
“How do you get around?”
“I generally walk. Or swing.” He cleared his throat. “Webbing has many uses. I used to have a bridge from my place to the restaurant until some kids burnt it.”
“Hopefully not while you were on it.” Elle frowned.
“Arachne, no!” He shook his head. “Caused some damage to a local shop. The poor owner had to shut down for two weeks. Ramses paid for it all.” Sighing, he set an elbow on the armrest, rolling down the window. Eyes wide, he quickly rolled it back up.
“Because he takes good care of his employees?” Elle asked, half laughing at the quote, before images of her first day flashed through her mind. Focusing on the road, she tried to ignore the tingling between her legs.
Wrecks stifled his own laugh. “Yeah.” He looked around. “Can I smoke in the car?”
“...Let me pull over.”
“I can wait!” He insisted.
When she pulled into the complex, the parking lot was mostly empty. Good. The fewer questions she’d have to answer, the better.
Wrecks fell out of the back seat, unable to get proper footing in all six of his legs. After righting himself, he went to grab his suitcase.
“I’m impressed you can afford this on your pay.” He remarked, looking at the entire building. "The things I heard about this side of the district made me think it was a shantytown."
Elle shook her head. “I wish.” She pointed at the top floor. “I live in one unit.”
Locking her car, she began to head for the stairs. Wrecks hadn’t moved from his spot, still taking it in, a look of awe on his face.
“What kind of place do you live in?” She grabbed his arm and tugged gently. The contact broke him out of the trance, and he began to follow her.
“There’s a nice area not too far from work, right on the border between the Mammon and Satan District.” Wrecks explained. “A little swampy, but secluded.” He sighed. “But around this time of year, it’s unbearable.” Pulling his glasses off, he rubbed his brow.
“Like a…” He frowned, trying to find the appropriate comparison. “...Let’s just say I wouldn’t be getting much sleep.”
When they arrived at the door, Elle hesitated. She hadn’t brought anyone home since she’d moved in. Even with her frenzied cleaning, she hadn’t unpacked half her belongings. This place was barely lived in.
“Do you… Not want me to come in?” Wrecks’ grip tightened on the handle of his suitcase.
“It’s a little messy.” She admitted.
“I’ve seen a nest after a clutch has been born.” Wrecks assured her. “It can’t be that bad.”
As the door creaked open, Elle flicked on the lights, making sure to kick off her shoes. Holding her purse close, she sidestepped to let Wrecks inside the available space in the living room.
The apartment was cramped, with her mattress taking up a third of the available space. At least she’d made the bed before leaving. There was a coffee table next to the bed, her laptop open and switched off resting on it. Bookshelves covered the walls, filled with her favorite texts and various magazines. Boxes filled most of the free space on the floor, with a small line to get to the kitchen, bed, one corner, and bathroom.
She went to the corner, kneeling next to a small table. Lighting the half-melted candle, Elle counted her tips for the day and placed them in an envelope.
Once she’d pressed a rune into the wax, sealing it, she set the papers aflame. Before the fire reached her fingers, it flickered away, leaving her hands closing on empty air.
“I thought you weren’t a mage.” Wrecks was behind her, staring at the table, head cocked to the side.
“I’m not.” Elle cupped the flame and blew it out, the scent of magic in the air. “I just use it to pay bills and send letters.”
Wrecks pointedly looked at her laptop, raising a brow.
“When I don’t want them to trace it or bother me.” Elle crawled under his legs, standing once she was behind him. “You know how it is.”
Going to the bathroom, she undid her buns and started to wipe off her makeup. The thought of dressing in the bathroom for the next week made her nearly groan in annoyance. But at least she’d have money. Even if it was only a little.
When she came out, Wrecks was picking up various things from the floor and placing them on the coffee table and bed. Her clothes, powerstrips, he’d even gone to the kitchen and seized her empty cups and plates she hadn’t washed.
“What… Are you doing?”
He froze, slowly turning and picking a glass he’d just set down back up. “Sorry.” He looked around at the boxes scattered around the apartment, fingers twitching.
Sucking in a breath, Elle looked around. “Is it going to bother you if my apartment looks like this?” It was an excuse to finally unpack… It had been a month.
“You see…” Wrecks collected the cups and took them back to the kitchen. “A Drider will make their home kind of a… A nest? Since this place is so small.” He winced apologetically. “I just started…”
“It’s okay.” Elle found herself smiling and giggling. “It’s actually kind of adorable.” She took a box and set it on her bed. “Help me unpack then?”
There wasn’t actually much to organize once it was actually done. There was more clean-up than actual unpacking done.
Breaking down boxes, hanging up and folding clothes, washing dishes seemed to ease the anxiety Wrecks was feeling. He was running the vacuum when she went to the kitchen and pulled out leftovers for dinner. As the container spun in the microwave, she realized.
“Can you eat human food?” She knew there was a Monster Market down the street, but they closed before sundown.
“Hm?” Wrecks put the vacuum cleaner next to a bookshelf.
She pulled out the container when it was finished. “I wasn’t expecting a guest. I’m not sure what you all eat. We can go shopping tomorrow.” He had offered to buy groceries, after all.
“Hm…” The kitchen became more cramped as Wrecks looked in the fridge. She once again found herself crawling under his legs to escape.
Pulling out a package of defrosting meat, he sniffed it. “I think I can have this?” Holding it up, he stared at a few stray drops of blood trickling down his fingers.
“...Sure.” Elle went to her laptop and shoveled down leftover rice and beans, doing her best to ignore the chewing sounds coming from the kitchen. Should she have gotten him a plate and utensils to eat with?
Booting up her laptop, Elle suddenly remembered what she’d been watching before going to sleep. Her headphones rattled with the moans of a woman. They were plugged in, and she hoped Wrecks’ hearing wasn’t better than a human’s.
A video of a woman moaning, bent over an altar, as a goat-headed man pounded her from behind flashed across the screen. Elle scrambled, managing to exit from the video in record time. Reopening her browser, she loaded up a TV show.
Hovering back, Wrecks squinted at the screen. Elle patted the spot on the bed next to her. Slowly, he approached and prodded at the mattress with his front legs, before settling down awkwardly, tucking limbs under himself.
Raw meat clung to his hands and he continued to eat, lapping at the blood on his fingers, trying to be quiet about it. He seemed transfixed by the show, his eyes wide and focused the entire time. Elle wondered if he had internet at his place.
Wrecks washed the dishes again once the episode was over. Elle realized he was still in his uniform.
“Erm, do you want to change into something more comfortable?”
Wrecks looked down at his vest.
“I suppose.” He cleared his throat, before rifling through his suitcase and then taking his new attire into the bathroom. Elle focused on the screen as she heard rustling and rattling, followed by noises of discomfort.
“You alright in there?” She called.
“Tiny…. Space!” He yelped, followed by a loud thud, and a metallic bang. “Ow!”
Elle rushed into the bathroom, seeing Wrecks in the tub, the shower curtain wrapped around him, and the rod across his midsection. His legs twitched, running on the air and attempting to find solid ground.
With a sigh, Elle offered her hand. He took it and she pulled him up, a task she didn’t think possible, then helped him out into the living room. Sighing, Wrecks unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.
Turning her head, Elle gave him privacy but caught the Drider’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. His upper body was bony, void of any muscle, with a strange spider tattoo across his chest, his veins dark and resembling a web for it to sit on.
He caught her looking, and sighed.
“It’s Arachne’s mark.” He placed a hand on it. “I wanted to get it removed, but it turns out that isn’t an easy fix.”
“Wait, I thought Arachne was the goddess or something?” Wrecks never stuck her as religious.
“She is. But she still has followers in the material realm.” He pulled a t-shirt over his head, then let undid his braid. His hair fell down around his shoulders in a shaggy white mane.
Her mind went to when she’d ingested the Admodues fruit, and how she’d tried to kiss him. How he’d shoved her back and tied her up, afraid. The thought cooled her off, and she gave him room to sit.
At nine, she found herself nodding off. Wrecks was dozing himself, sharply inhaling when his head lulled.
“I’ve got some extra blankets if you get cold,” Elle explained as she began to pile pillows on the floor. “As you… Saw.”
Wrecks watched her curiously. “I don’t need them, but thank you. Why are you nesting on the floor?”
“Because you’re the guest. So you get the bed.” She resisted the urge to suggest they share.
Reaching down, Wrecks poked the mattress with his smaller foreleg again.
“I don’t think I’ll be comfortable.” Tilting his head back, he looked at the ceiling. Raising his human arm, he knocked on the wall, placing his ear to it. Nodding to himself, he cleared his throat.
“Can I make myself my own bedding?”
“Um… Sure?”
Elle watched as he used his webbing to create himself a hammock-like structure just below the ceiling, right above a bookshelf. Hopefully, it would hold, but his movements were practiced and confident, so she didn’t ask.
Crawling back onto the mattress, Elle cocooned herself and settled down for the night. Her alarm would go off in a few hours. Hopefully, Wrecks wasn’t a grump in the morning.
***
The candle lit. Elle jerked awake and saw the table in the corner glowing with the light of the fire. After a few heartbeats, the flame went from orange to pink. Arching a brow, Elle debated going over and blowing it out. Maybe someone had tried to communicate with a local mage and wires got crossed?
Slipping off the bed, Elle went to the table and knelt.
Her blood ran cold at the sight of the figure in the flame. In the magenta glow of the fire, stood a demon. Even though it was obscured by a pink tint, Elle knew it too well.
Wavy brown hair framed his face, two flesh-colored horns growing from his brow. His eyes were purple, with black sclera. He grit his teeth, showing fangs that she certainly remembered.
He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with purple runes and symbols twisting up his bare arms. His hand paused, tracing a pattern in the air, his nails seeming to retract as he lowered his fist.
“Elodie.” He crooned, the name twisting around her with Power. “Let me in, babe.” He leaned against something on his side, eyes coming close to whatever he was using to scry. “I know you’re right there.”
He pulled back, his hand hovering in the air, offering Elle to take it. She stared at it, seeing the pink fall away, the flesh taking on a peachy color. Despite knowing she shouldn’t, she reached for it.
Then, Elle had her mind back. Blinking, she scraped her nails against the wall as her hands became fists. She started to stand, but the flame grew brighter, lighting up the room better than any bulb could.
He was manifesting, his scent overpowering her. Breathing caught in her throat. It was like the berries all over again, the way her body was reacting. No. She had to stay focused.
“What do you want?” Fear and anger warred in her chest. How could he have found her? No one was supposed to know about her current residence. The table was supposed to cloak her location from any scryers unless she gave permission.
“Aw. I wanted to see you.” He reached for her, but his hands shook. Small waves of Power rose from the floor.
A threshold had finally formed… Not enough to keep him from coming through, but he would lose a lot of his power or injure himself to push past it. She thought about rushing back and grabbing her charm, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“I see you’ve gotten comfortable.” Anger started to creep into his voice.
Elle took a step forward, about to smother the candle. She reached for the tool on the table.
“Fuck off, Adrian.”
She went to snuff it, but he reached through the threshold and put a hand on the douter. His skin blistered and twisted, the runes glowing with heat. Lip twitching, he took another step toward her, the veins in his face contorting.
Then, his eyes widened.
“A fucking Drider?” Clenching his jaw, he released the door, reaching for the front of Elle’s shirt. “What, you can’t take a dick anymore? So you have to have someone who doesn’t-”
A hand shot over Elle’s shoulder and seized Adrian by the wrist. Pink power twisted around, and she saw it glowing brightly against grey skin.
“Raise your hand like that again, and I’ll throw you into the Underdark.” Wreck’s voice was raspy with sleep. Elle hadn’t even heard him get out of bed.
Adrian yanked his hand back, teeth bared.
“Careful who you threaten, Drider.” Rolling his shoulders, Adrian slammed his hand against the barrier.
“You know he’s never going to give you what I did!” He hit the barrier again, his hands twisting to claws.
Blood and sparks showered Elle, and she raised her hands to shield herself. A hand grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled. She screamed, starting to thrash as she heard the flame snuff out.
“Shepard!” Wrecks shook her. “It’s me. Keep your mouth closed.” He produced a rag and wiped her face. “Demon blood is toxic. If you swallow it…”
Elle’s teeth chattered and she shivered. Wrecks cleaned her face, his expression solemn.
Putting hands to her face, Elle doubled over and took in deep breaths.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.” She said, with more anger than she intended. Swallowing, she straightened and staggered to the mattress, plopping on it. Wrecks picked up his spectacles and put them on, coming over with the rag and offering it.
She shook her head, putting a hand to her cheek. It was sensitive, probably burned from the blood.
“Can you get my work uniform?”
“You’re going to work after that?” Wrecks asked in disbelief.
“We’re shorthanded. And if I don’t go, neither do you.” She felt the urge to run, to grab her important papers and flee once the sun came up.
No… This was her place. She wasn’t going to give it up. All she wanted to do was scream, her eyes going to the corner table. Some cloaking spell.
Fabric brushed against her arm. Looking up, she saw Wrecks with her uniform folded over his forelegs. He’d thrown on his button-up shirt but had left it undone.
“Are you okay?” She took the uniform and held it to her chest.
“I just…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I thought he was going to hit you. It was hard to tell because…” He waved a hand in front of his glasses. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Do you want me to call Ramses?”
The name made her stomach drop. “No. Leave him out of this.”
She went to the bathroom, staring at the red splattering on her cheek. Touching it, she winced. It was like a wicked sunburn. At least she could take a petty comfort in the fact that Adrian hurt himself enough to bleed trying to get through.
Prodding it a little more, she shook her head. It would sting, but if she didn’t cover it up, there was no doubt in her mind word would get back to Ramses. As Elle dressed, she tried to psych herself up.
Work was good. It was money. And once the last bits of her debts were paid off, she could save up to sever this tie once and for all.
Her reflection was blurry as she applied foundation. Face stinging, she sniffed and shook her head. She could cover it up all she wanted, but the pain would always be a reminder. Even if he never got physical, Adrian could still find ways to hurt her.
Once she decided her face was presentable, she exited the bathroom and the apartment, locking the door and deadbolt. On her way to her car, she tossed the candle in the garbage after breaking it into thirteen pieces, as she’d been instructed to. It neutralized the spells it could cast. Saving for a new one…
Wrecks paused to smoke, but his eyes scanned the parking lot. She felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. He’d been trying to stay out of trouble, and she’d drug him into the middle of it.
The drive was silent. Elle stared at the road, Wrecks sprawled in the backseat, rubbing his forelegs together in what looked like a self-soothing gesture. The window was cracked, the morning breeze rolling over them both.
“So, who was he?” Wrecks prodded.
“An incubus I summoned when I was young and dumb.” Elle sighed. “I didn’t read the fine print.” She shuddered at the memory. “I’d rather not go into intimate details.”
“Could have stopped at ‘incubus’.” Wrecks laced his fingers together, resting them on his stomach. “He called you ‘Elodie’.” The Power crackled in the air.
“And he said you didn’t have a dick. Both things we didn’t…” She sighed, shaking her head. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Wrecks shrugged. “He’s right you know, and-”
“Don’t.” She warned, before sighing in relief as they approached the restaurant. Horac was there, talking on the phone and rubbing his face.
“Behave for Mama, alright?” He quickly hung up, giving them a two-finger wave.
“Morning.” He grunted, before watching with fascination as Wrecks attempted to get out of the car. “You alright, Elle?”
“Rough morning.” Elle went to Wrecks and pulled, freeing him from the vehicle. He stumbled, before righting himself and smoothing his shirt.
“Uptick in tourists.” Horac pulled the front door open. “Expect a busy day.”
He fixed a human-friendly coffee for Elle (they were to keep at least one edible meal for her in the restaurant at all times, and to inspect every ingredient that came through) and the sludgy liquid for themselves.
The coffee helped wake Elle up and stave off the anxiety. She still felt jittery. But the feeling of something about to snatch her away started to dissipate.
Horac eyed the two of them, before sighing.
“Look, did something happen?”
Wrecks looked at Elle, eyes urging her to speak.
Sighing, Elle looked at her mug. The man had kids. He knew when things were off.
“My ex showed up this morning. Things got a little heated, but he left.” She looked to Wrecks. “It’s nothing you need to go to Ramses about.”
“Did you call the human authorities?” Horac crossed his large arms. “Or the Guardians? The Church?”
Elle sucked in air through her teeth. “It’s more complicated than that.” She rubbed her face. “But he’s a coward. He won’t come after me during the day.” Like all Demons, he was weak to the sun. He’d puff out his chest at someone, but physical fighting was beneath him. And if he saw Horac, he’d never come near her.
Horac sighed, nodding.
“Let’s open up. It’s almost five.”
***
Elle hadn’t seen so many Driders in her life. They chatted as she wove through tables. Occasionally, one would do a double-take at the human serving their pastry or coffee. She craned her neck, trying to see if any had the same marking as Wrecks.
“So, it is true.” One whispered as Elle scurried by with a tray of dirty dishes. “He does have a human working for him.”
“Do you think that means the rumors about the intact male working here are true?”
The phrase made Elle go stiff for a moment, having to mentally tell herself what to do rather than rely on muscle memory. The phrasing was so odd it gave her pause. Suppressing a snort, she ducked in the kitchen and noticed Wreck was further back than normal. He was intentionally staying away from the window.
And he hadn’t gone out for a smoke since they’d opened.
There was no way… Elle found her head tilting, but shook herself when she realized the implications.
The breakfast rush ended, with Wrecks throwing himself out the backdoor for a smoke. Elle picked up her phone and saw it had been blown up with calls and texts from an unknown number. Sighing, she blocked it and wondered if it was time for a new one.
It would be a shame she couldn’t even celebrate the bonus and extra tips all the customers were passing over.
“I swear their numbers get bigger every year,” Horac commented, breaking her daze. “I’ve heard rumors they’re going to move the festival to the Beezelbub district next year.” He looked at the freezer. “We’re about cleared out.”
“The truck’s going to be here tomorrow,” Elle assured him. “And worst case, I can run to-”
There was a loud thud as something hit the side of the building. The two shared a look of confusion before Elle headed out the front door. As she rounded the building, she saw a bunch of webbing all over the ground and side of the building.
“-think I can’t smell you?” A voice broke through the air. “What the fuck, Wrecks? Why are you hiding out here?”
“Calamity,” Wrecks whined in response. “You’re hurting me.”
Peeking around the corner, Elle saw a female Drider pinning Wrecks against the wall, her human arms holding his wrists above his head. Webbing and threads tangled his legs, so getting away would be impossible.
Wrecks caught her eye, and he shot back a piteous look. The universal expression of “help me.”
“You’ve got a duty to your people and Arachne.” Calamity argued. “And you’re wasting it playing chef for a demon?”
“Excuse me.” Elle approached slowly, her cheek burning.
Calamity whipped around, front legs flexing. Glittery black eyes stared down at Elle. There was no question she was beautiful, human or Drider. Her features were sharp, each eye glittering like onyx in the sun. Long hair fell around her hips, accentuating her tasteful blouse and scarf. Even her fingers were well-manicured, rings sparkling on each one. It made Elle suck in a breath.
“Fuck off, human.” She sniffed. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Elle walked closer, not breaking eye contact. Her legs threatened to give out.
“You’re hurting Wrecks.” Elle struggled to keep her voice steady. “Leave him alone.”
Calamity snorted, brushing a curtain of black hair from her eyes. She was a lot taller than Wrecks, and towered over Elle. If she whipped her legs, it would send Elle flying.
“You think because you have a Demon Prince for a boss that means you can order Underworlders around? Because you’re in for a rude awakening.”
“A what now?” Elle’s shock must have shown, barely registering the first part. Calamity’s expression darkened, silvery drool dribbling down her lips.
“Enough!” Horac bellowed, voice rumbling hard enough to rattle the windows of the restaurant. “I normally wouldn’t hit a lady, but if you don’t stop harassing these two, I’ll make an exception.”
He and Calamity glared at one another, before she broke free, slashing Wrecks across the stomach, tearing his shirt and vest open. His cigarette carton fell to the ground.
When she walked past Elle, the hatred of her expression was palpable.
Running to Wrecks, Elle pulled at the weaving. The webbing wasn’t just sticky, but it also seemed to have… Something on it that tore at her skin. While it didn’t leave gashes, there were tiny cuts that would be a pain.
“Ah…” Wrecks winced. “Stop pulling at it.”
Rolling his shoulders, he yanked his legs free. The motion sent a crack up the wall. They both stared at it with wide eyes.
Swallowing, Elle offered her hand to him. His fingers wrapped around hers, and she led him back inside. Even though he probably didn’t need it, there was a silent appreciation.
“Should we call an ambulance?” Would he even fit in one?
“I’m fine.” Wrecks assured her as Horac locked the backdoor. “She didn’t break the skin. Although I did like this shirt.” He tried to hold the tattered ends together frowning when they came apart.
“This is going to be a bitch to fix.”
Elle knew it had to be serious. Wrecks rarely even rose his voice. To have him swearing, even if it was a ‘minor’ one…
“Well, she must have rattled you up pretty good if you’re cursing like that.” She said, grabbing a paper towel and using it to soak up the blood blossoming on her palms.
“Shepard, I can have a filthy mouth, I choose not to.” Wrecks held this hands over the rip and sighed. “It’s hard finding shirts in my size…”
Horac sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, tusks wiggling in irritation. “This is the kinda crud that night shift is supposed to deal with.”
They didn’t reopen for lunch, with a bandaged covered Ramses on the phone with a local contractor. He apologized to Wrecks over and over, promising a bonus, paid overtime.
“It’s fine, really.” Wrecks assured him. “I’m just sorry for breaking the building.”
“Buildings can be replaced,” Ramses replied. “You can’t.” He rubbed the phone’s screen against his brow. “We may have to close down for the festival.”
“Horac and I can handle it.” Elle piped up, not wanting to go back to her apartment. “Maybe only close for lunch so you can prep the bar?”
“The full moon is coming up, too. We’re out of food until tomorrow… All these thirsty Driders will probably be wanting drinks…” Ramses groaned. “Ugh. Too much is happening at once.” He smacked the heels of his palms against his horns.
“Perhaps I could help?” A sing-song voice called out. With a crack like a whip, Tanpopo was sitting on the front counter, fanning himself with a menu.
Ramses put himself between the Kitsune and Elle. He made a fist, the residue on his hands beginning to seep through the bandages.
“Oh relax, Mammy.” Tanpopo set the menu down, pulling out a proper fan and unfolding it. Waving it, he sighed. “I’m not here to play with your human. I’m here because I want to make a deal.”
“Want me to throw him out?” Horac asked, popping his knuckles loudly.
“Oh, call off your Pig, Mammy.” Tanpopo scowled. “I don’t like these Driders anymore than you do. The heat makes them aggressive. The less of them concentrated in one area, the better. Besides.” He smirked. “Having a Demon Prince owe me a favor would be simply divine.”
“How about you leave before I skin you alive for drugging my employee.” Ramses lip split, red drops spilling on the floor.
“Oh come now, you can’t put all that on me.” The fan snapped closed. “She didn’t have to eat the cakes I brought her.” He looked pointedly at Horac.
“And weren’t you supposed to be a deterrent? Shame you chose to leave early that day. Are your Piglets at home doing well? Your Sow?”
The Kitsune grinned. “Now, if we’re all done being squabbling children.” He tapped the fan to his lips. “I keep a favor on retainer, you get some extra hands.”
“No.” Ramses shook his head. “Never darken my doorstep again.”
“Fine. Your loss.” With another crack, Tanpopo was gone. His voice faded slowly. “And here I thought you would want a profit.”
“Boss?” Horac asked.
“Go home. I’ll handle things here.” Ramses snarled.
“Understood.” Horac cleared his throat and was out the door. “I’m gonna pick up my kids.” There was worry in his voice.
“I’m sorry, Ramses.” Wrecks stuttered. “I-”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Ramses forced a smile, which made his fangs show. Elle felt a flush of heat go through her. Even if it was fake, the Demon was dazzling. “I knew the risk when you took you on.”
He turned to Elle. “He’s staying with you?”
Elle nodded. “For now, until the festival is over.”
“Good. Head home.” Ramses’ tone left no room for debate. “I expect you to perform up to par or better upon return.”
“Yes, sir.” Elle nodded, about to turn when Ramses grabbed her arm. Gently, so she could pull free with little effort. Even the slight touch made the liquid start to bubble under the bandages. He kept his face stoic, despite his eyes becoming watery with pain.
“Are you okay?” He nodded to her hands, his eyes scouring her face. Could he see the marks left by Adrian?
She pulled herself free before he could.
“Of course!” Elle forced a smile of her own, before turning to Wrecks. “You ready?”
***
Wrecks was fiddling with his shirt for what felt like hours while Elle watched him and the show she’d put on. Finally, she dug out her sewing kit.
“No!” He insisted, “I can do it.” He clutched the shirt protectively.
“You’re driving me crazy!” She set the sewing kit on the coffee table. “Give it here.” She held out her hand expectantly.
“No.” He hissed, before crawling up to his mini nest.
Elle sighed and rubbed her face before she settled back down on the bed. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about.” He said sharply. “Calamity was a friend. Things changed.” Realizing his tone, he sighed and set the shirt down, descending and sitting next to Elle.
“Drider women get crazy this time of year.”
She watched him rock, forelegs rubbing together.
“And you’re not?”
Wrecks looked toward the window. “Can’t work, can’t go outside, my mind is racing.” He shut the blinds. “What do you do to relieve stress?”
Elle raised a brow, pausing the show and closing her laptop. They weren’t watching it anyway.
“What’s that look for?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for that answer.”
His face screwed up in realization. “Shepard!”
“You asked.”
He rubbed his face. “I forget humans are always ready to go.” He laid back on the mattress, legs pointed straight up. It was almost comical.
“How do you put up with it? I can barely weave two thoughts together.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’m constantly humping anything that moves.” She held up a finger when he opened his mouth. “The Asmodeus Fruit was a one-time exception, and I was drugged.”
Wrecks closed his mouth, eyes rolling to the side as he pursed his lips, before opening it again. “How did that work out, anyway?”
The memory of Ramses’ hands over her body, his lips on her skin… Elle shook her head. They’d agreed not to talk about it.
“He had the antidote. I drank it and we were fine.” She answered quickly, cheeks burning. There was some truth to it. “Although I did give him a run for his money.” Her legs clamped together, the sensation of the silk binding them…
“Your bindings helped a lot.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s one of the first things we learn to spin. It’s pretty easy.” As he spoke, he wove a few strands around his wrist. “And tying things up… It’s a useful skill.” He swallowed.
“I prefer to use mine to make things.” He paused, braiding the silk into a bracelet and passing it over to Elle.
Slipping it on her wrist, Elle watched it slide down. It rested above the crook of her elbow, a small silken spider dangling from the braiding. Wrecks looked disappointed at the result.
“It’s fine!” She assured him, slipping it around her throat. “I’ve always been more of a choker girl, anyway!”
He stared at the spider, flicking it and giving a slight smile.
“Last year, I made some clothes for Horac’s daughters. The silk in Ramses parasol? I made that too.” He smiled, “I didn’t really… Pursue my passions in childhood. I was one of Arachne’s chosen, so I was slotted for other purposes.”
“Oh.” Elle winced. “You weren’t like… In a cult or something, were you?”
“Depends on your definition.” He shrugged. “Arachne’s followers have their beliefs. A woman was punished by the Gods to become a spider because she mocked and bested them.” He sighed. “And those who were nearby or came to her defense were cursed as well.”
Taking more strands, he began to weave them around his fingers, making a cat’s cradle. “Talented weavers, but cursed in their own ways. Some Driders follow without taking it to the extreme, but…” He dropped a few strands, forming “witch’s broom”. “If you were one of her ‘chosen’ you’d be in a cage.”
Elle put a hand to her throat, touching the spider. “Why aren’t you working as like… A tailor or something?”
Wrecks shrugged. “I’ve always liked cooking, too. The wages for a Drider in the textile business can be… Lower than you would think.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue. “I don’t want to bore you with Underworld Politics, but let’s just say Ramses is rather… Progressive for our kind.”
Our kind? Elle opened her mouth to ask, but closed it, letting him continue. It made sense demons and creatures of the Underdark communicated and interacted regularly.
“Anyway, I wanted to make you something. I’ve been wanting to spin all day it’s been driving me crazy. Having someone else give me orders… It’ll help.” He slid more webbing around his fingers. “I guess being a follower never really left my nature.”
Elle stared at it, before biting her lip. So many uses for ropes…
No. Focus.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”
Wrecks shrugged. “I’ve gone to therapy about it. They gave me some good coping mechanisms. But this time of year… It’s hard. Because I want to partake, it’s part of my culture.” His forelegs rubbed together so much, Elle worried they would spark.
“But I don’t want children. If I father a clutch, any like me will relieve my childhood. And those who aren’t… They’ll grow up in the Underworld or on the fringes of society.”
‘The intact male…’
“I thought you said Driders didn’t…” Her eyes went to where skin met chitin.
“Most don’t,” Wrecks corrected. “An intact male… It’s a rarity.” He inhaled sharply. “Driders are about 75 percent women, with the remaining 25 percent consisting of males, mostly neutered. I couldn’t give you an exact number, but maybe one out of eight clutches will produce an intact male?”
“Normally, they would give someone like me a little harem or something, never have to work a day in my life. Luxury, wanting for nothing. In exchange, I could never leave the Underworld, and once the Mating Season began....” He let himself trail off, sighing deeply.
“But I didn’t want that life.” Sighing, he shook his head. “I know this is sounding like a pity party… Poor little privileged Drider complaining about how his perfect life sucked.”
Elle put a hand on his shoulder. He stared at it, then gave a strained smile.
“If you didn’t want it, you didn’t want it.” She chuckled nervously. “I understand why you tied me up now.”
“I generally don’t do it.” He cleared his throat. “When you tried to kiss me, I was worried that some of the berry residues would get on me and it would trigger my mating cycle.” The blush spread down his neck. “I grew up with very aggressive pursuers. And we can be… Violent when mating.”
Elle slid her hand off his shoulder and put it in her lap. “I’m sorry.”
“You were under the influence, so I don’t hold it against you.” He stroked her hair. “When Calamity had me tied up and struck me, it got triggered.” Swallowing, he nervously rubbed the back of his head.
“You see… When Driders go into their cycles, they pair off and mate for the duration of it. Sometimes, there’s combat involved.”
“Combat!?” Elle sputtered. “Why?”
“Because we’re predatory. A female needs a strong male to fertilize her clutch. Otherwise, the children born will most likely be neutered, so the legends say.” He rolled his eyes, waving a hand dismissively. “Usually, a dozen or so are born per cycle, but maybe five will make it to adulthood.”
“Oh.” Elle swallowed, suddenly feeling guilty. This sounded barbaric. She thought of Calamity, her anger. Had she had children that…?
“It’s… Complicated.” He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind Elle’s ear, the touch making her shiver. “I know you stepped in as my friend and I was looking at you when it got triggered. If you had been a Drider, it would have probably mate bonded us for the cycle.”
Elle blushed. “I’m not looking for that kind of commitment.” Or another Adrian. The thought made her shiver.
“Oh. No!” Wrecks waved his hands. “I didn’t mean to imply that! But… When you kissed me that day, even if you didn’t consider it one, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I… Really was flattered. I know outside the Underdark, I’m… Rather frightening. What made me special is common here.”
He swallowed hard, tongue flicking across his lips, leaving a silvery residue. “And when you came to my rescue, I felt the same pang that I normally would when trying to bond. I know we’re different species, so you probably couldn’t even comprehend such a thing-”
His face fell, “Not that I’m implying you’re too stupid to, or anything, but-” He inhaled sharply and rubbed his brow. “I have six feet, and I’m shoving them all in my mouth.”
Elle patted his leg closest to her. “I get what you mean.”
“Even though we aren’t bonded. Can’t be bonded.” Wrecks explained, “I’m… happy you still came to my aid. And… I do think you’re attractive. And it’s not just the attempted bond talking.” He twisted a section of hair around his finger, staring at it. “I’m not… Good at these types of things.”
“That’s okay.” She focused on the laptop. “I won’t hold it against you. And I know you’re… Sort of under an influence of your own.”
Swallowing, he rubbed his hands together. “But it will only last a week or so. After that, my feelings will plummet right back down to platonic. And I do have some self-control.”
She swallowed, closing her eyes. A way to regain control…
“Why not have fun then?” Elle asked. “You can blow off some steam, and don’t have to worry about a clutch.”
Wrecks sputtered. “Shepard! I… Look, I know I’ve probably put you in an awkward spot. But, you’re my friend and coworker first. Erm… Well, I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to and…” Realization dawned on him as she shot him a look.
“Oh.” He paused. “Wait, you… I mean, the incubus was one thing, but-”
“Do you need a minute to process?” She felt her cheeks flush.
Lips were on hers. Front legs wrapped around Elle’s hips, pulling them close. Bitter liquid pooled in her mouth.
Gagging, Elle pulled away and spat, seeing silvery liquid on the coffee table.
“S-Sorry.” Wrecks gave her a rag. “That’s venom. It’s harmless, though. I keep myself on a strict diet to remove the toxins.” He watched as Elle dabbed at her lips.
Her mouth tingled, but there seemed to be no ill effects.
“Just caught me off guard.” She found herself smiling, despite it all.
“Do you want to stop?” He swallowed, setting her down.
“It’s fine!” Elle assured him. “Just uh… Warn a girl next time.”
“Then… Do you mind if I undress you?”
“Let me do it.” She pushed him against the mattress, straddling him. His legs tangled with hers.
Grabbing her shirt, Elle pulled it over her head.
Wrecks stared at her bra, before looking horribly confused. He ran his hands over it, before pulling at the cups and straps. Elle sighed, and reached back and unhooked it, knowing she’d have to educate him later.
Wrecks reached up, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Then, he leaned forward, circling his tongue around it, teeth grazing the tip.
More venom dribbled down her skin, the tingling following. The sensation made Elle’s nipples go erect, the arousal fanning inside her. A soft moan escaped her and she ground against him.
“I guess that means I’m going it right.” Wrecks chuckled, holding onto her hips. “I’ve never felt a breast before. They’re soft.” He held it in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Drider women… Don’t have to-”
She put a finger to his lips. “You’re not with a drider. You’re with a human.”
Eyes wide, Wrecks slowly nodded. Hands trailed lower, and Elle slipped out of her pants, smashing breasts to his face to do so. When she settled again, his cheeks were inflamed.
He stared at her panties, frowning as his forelegs tugged at the waistband. It snapped against Elle’s skin, making her yelp.
“I don’t want to rip it.”
“Slow down.” She laughed, slipping his shirt off over his head. “I don’t even know where to touch you.”
“It’s still flesh like yours above the waist.” He guided her hand over his chitin, around where she assumed a human groin would be. There was a slit. It was widening at her touch. Running her fingers over the edges, she felt him squirm under the touch.
Then, she tried to stick a finger in.
Wrecks flinched, shaking his head and squeezing her shoulders. “No. That’s not what that’s meant to do.” Elle quickly pulled her finger out, resting a hand on the widening hole.
“Sorry.”
“I’m fighting against biology, hold on.”
“Maybe you could try tying me up?” She suggested. “Make me a conquest?”
“You wouldn’t be able to stop me, then.” Wrecks shifted. “I could hurt you.”
Elle leaned forward where his neck and shoulder met. She planted a kiss, then sucked hard on the skin, using her teeth.
Wrecks yelped, grabbing the back of her head. “You’re going to leave a mark…” He whimpered when she moved across his collarbone. Something slick and hard pressed against her, fluid trickling down her thighs.
Staring at the mark on the Drider’s neck, Elle ground against him again.
“You’re drenched. I can feel it, even through your panties.” A leg tugged at the waistband. He ran his lips over Elle’s, before pressing hard to the nape of her neck. Their mouths locked again, and she threw her arms around him.
One leg pushed her panties to the side, and she felt him pressing. Slick and wet, like a very stiff tongue. She wondered if it would be colored like his skin or the chitin.
Reaching down, she guided him inside. Wrecks gasped, hands and legs digging into her skin. More drool and venom dripped onto her cheek.
“I keep feeling the urge to attack you.” He winced.
“Do you want to stop?” It pained her to say, but the distress was obvious.
“Just…” His cheeks were purple, “Take control?”
“Can you make any webbing?”
He nodded, and she used it to bind his wrists above his head, using the wall to secure it. The legs behind his cock were bound together, and his legs above it to his thorax. Unlike Calamity’s, his webbing was smooth.
He whimpered at first and Elle worried that he would be reminded of Calamity, but his (black!) cock was drooling and erect, and he nodded in approval. More venom drooled out, but he assured her it was normal.
Lastly, she bound his neck with a leash so he couldn’t rear up and bite her.
“You alright? Knots aren’t too tight?”
“I’m… Fine.” He blushed as his cock twitched. “You’ll have to teach me how to do this.”
Putting her hand at the nape of his neck, she gripped the leash tightly, holding it in place as she straddled him, slipping back onto his cock. The motion made him gasp, his abdomen rocking so he could penetrate further.
The length was almost too much to take, but she knew how to work around that. Rolling her hips, she found a rhythm that worked. Resting against his bound forelegs, she planted a kiss on his jaw, which made him shudder.
He thrust against Elle, the motion sending warmth through her body. She pressed her free hand to the wall, continuing to rock her hips and take him nearly to the base.
Wrecks moans and whimpers grew louder, and she debated gagging him, but knew it would only make him panic.
“I have neighbors, remember?” She hissed.
“S-Sorry. Just feels too good.” He gasped, the bite mark on his neck nearly turning black.
Tingling on her skin made Elle’s skin pebble, each thrust drowning her in wave after wave of pleasure. Leaning down, she covered Wrecks’ lips with her own. Venom pooled in her mouth, more salty than bitter this time
The barrage of her mouth and tongue made Wrecks’ body grow scorching hot, the binding suddenly ripping apart, tattered silk flying everywhere. His legs wrapped around hers, spreading them wide. Forelegs pulled them close together, holding Elle against his chest as he began to thrust with vigor, hilting each time.
“F-fuck, Elle…”
She couldn’t help it and laughed.
“What?” He swallowed, brows raised.
“It’s just… The first time you’ve ever called me by my first name.” And if she had her way, it would be said several more times.
She stayed close as she felt the pleasure building, her high-pitched gasps filling his ears. The noise encouraged him further and he pushed as much of himself into her as possible, before yelping when she clenched.
Back arching, Elle shuddered as the orgasm hit. The sudden change made Wrecks flinch. His legs dug into her like nails as his own body trembled, the stimulation too much. His cock twitched, fluid spilling out of her and onto the bed.
And just kept coming.
“Ah!” She yelped, trying to disentangle herself and save the blankets.
She should have laid down towels! What was she thinking? The more she struggled, the tighter Wrecks’ hold became.
“S-sorry. It’s for a clutch, remember?” His legs twitched, holding her in place until he finished. "I'm not holding you like this on purpose." His cheeks flared. "I have to make sure you, uh, get... Fertilized. Even if it's not possible."
Once he released her, she pulled him onto the floor. Switching on her fan, she let the cool air roll over them as they tried to catch their breath.
“Are you okay?” He brushed damp wisps of hair from her face.
“I’m fine.” She chuckled, smiling. “I guess that’s one thing off my ‘fuck-it’ list.”
“Your what!?”
With wobbly legs, she managed to get to the bathroom and rinse off, barely able to stand for the short shower.
When she came out, he had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and was trying to clean the comforter with a wet rag.
And bleach.
“Wrecks!” She about full-body tackled him.
“I was trying to fix it!” He said awkwardly around the cigarette. His front legs twitched, pulling her into an awkward embrace as they wrapped around her thighs, just under her rear. “Because I wanted to… Try again.”
Elle felt herself blushing, even more so when she saw the head start to peek out from the slit again. Swallowing, she retrieved towels from the bathroom while he tossed the comforter to the side.
“Okay. But we’re going to do it right this time. And you still have to smoke outside.”
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