#monster lucio

[cicero-the-assassin]

@leondxs

Continued from here.

Leondas was not ashamed of his body's response to the season. Though it was difficult to find joy in it without a partner. He pleasured himself only to sate his body's demands. Not the most fun nor exciting, but it did the job. It grew exhausting without another to aid him. He'd lost count just how many times he'd satisfied his desires that evening alone. And yet he still craved more. Already he felt his cock stiffening once more as desires flooded his mind. He sat reclined against a tree. He wore nothing but a pair of loose-fitting pants - ones that offered plenty of room and that were easily slipped from his waist in time of need. He felt the lust in his cheeks, his body growing hot as his length began to rise. He would be momentarily distracted, however. It had returned. He felt the chill in the air. It startled him, though it was not enough to quieten his desires. His expression was almost pained when it would approach. He eyed it in silence, his breath falling slow and restrained. He almost appeared sick, drained and weary from his own body's relentless demands. He wondered if it would understand. Did it even experience lust? ❝ Now is not a good time. ❞ he sighed, slipping his hands under his pants to cradle himself. His own touch was enough to cause his breath to hitch, his eyes rolling back as he closed them. He composed himself, sighing as he gazed back at the creature. ❝ It is mating season. ❞

Something strange on the air. While it is not an unfamiliar feeling- it was more intense now than Lucio had ever felt it to be. Spring brought a great many things: the rains, the melts, the flowers bloom, the animals frolic and play- the spring lambs are born.

Indeed, it was a pleasant time for the forest. And though the dark creature never changed, despite the change of the seasons, it was always included. New life always heeded to the ending of the old.

But there's something different... a surging of life in intervals he did not recognize. It felt almost unnatural how strong it was. And so, naturally curious, it investigated.

Only to find the source being a particularly familiar red head. Sitting at the base of the tree, in a lush patch of unnaturally large and blooming flowers. What is it doing?

From the shadows it watched, taking note of the deep and controlled breaths, the fingers trailing beneath it's trousers, it's... irritation with it's presence.

It's head tilts questioningly, 'mating season'? Like the bucks and does? Like the foxes and the goats?

Leondas' eyes meet with the exposed eye of the creature hiding behind a tree not so far from it's comfortable spot.

"Life was surging- this one felt the flowers growing- they sing..." He's not sure why he'd come. Did he come to snuff out the unnatural growth?

An eye trails down to the source of the Faerie's attention.

"Where is it's courtship partner? Was it's dance not sufficient? It's hair not vibrant enough for the female faeries?"

[arsenicxarcana]

another chapter in “things nobody asked for”

i had a thought about that WANF tale where lucio gets fucked up and re-feralized, basically whump for whumps sake but anyway - what if all the magic abuse by his captor made his body more unstable so it becomes more monstrous to defend himself

imagine you’re julian, your husband has gone missing, you follow his trail to some kind of murder arena

and then THIS mf bursts out of the cage

obviously the only solution is to hug his big fuzzy neck until he calms down

[cicero-the-assassin]

@arcanescholxr

Continued from here.

Dwight watches as the ball of light by his feet fades into nothingness, once again plunging him into darkness. The witch curses a little under his breath as he fumbles for his staff again to summon another ball. It was just Dwight’s luck that he’d get lost in these woods. He couldn’t make heads or tails of which direction to take. The trees were tall, almost blocking off any sort of light from fully reaching the witch. It was hard to make out what was in front of him with the little moonlight that did poke through the trees. Any time he noticed a pair of eyes, he couldn’t tell if it was an animal or person, and he stayed away. The witch first entered these woods to retrieve some ingredients he needed for a potion. Everything was normal when the sun was still up and everything was visible. Then it became dark and navigating through the thick trees became a challenge. Dwight stops walking and summons his staff, the gem on it starting to glow softly. When the ball of light was summoned in front of him, it illuminated his path ahead of him. Then, standing not too far from him, a man stood. Dwight gasped and dropped his staff in the surprise. How long had the man been there? Dwight kneels down and fumbles for his staff, standing up and holding it close to himself. “Who are you?”

It was the small sun that had drawn the creature here. Following the low shine amongst the shadow of the trees. In the night, it was an odd thing indeed. Lucio had not seen anything like it before.

It's keeper, a seemingly lost and increasingly frustrated human, fumbled in the dark. Lost after a day- herb hunting, it could only guess from the smell.

The plants in his satchel could not be from this one's part of the forest. After all, not much grew here. Here- is where things came to die.

Did this man come here to die?

Only when the small sun disappeared was the creature comfortable enough to get closer. Only to be exposed amongst the trees when another light emerged. Caught red handed.

The thing before him, partially hidden in the trees, upon first glance could seem like a man. It had a head and a face, arms and hands. But the longer you look, the longer your eyes adjust to perceiving the thing, the more uncanny it seems.

It's spindly and hunched over frame is concealed almost entirely by a long and heavy cloak. Ratty and worn with time. Dirty and frayed on the ends. Wrapped around a thin tree from behind, a hand. Translucently pale and thin. It's fingers almost bony and it's nails come to claw like points. It's face, curtained by stringy and unwashed black tresses, would almost be human. Were it not for it's mask like quality. The skin far too pale and too smooth. Veins visible in certain places just beneath the surface. It's eyes are pitch black, rimmed by thick eyelashes. It's mouth, uncomfortably wide. The pouty lips concealing the horror behind them. It's teeth, when visible, are an array of jagged peaks and edges.

A monster, it's pretty face, the lure.

The creature was dead silent until now, it's inhale wheezing and difficult.

"Lost? It's lost..?" It asks, completely ignoring the question presented to it. It's face partially hiding behind the tree trunk it had been standing near now.

Shy.

[cicero-the-assassin]

@leondxs

Continued from here.

The creature was bound to a tree. Ropes constricted every limb, the coarse rope biting into his flesh as he weakly thrashed. Normally, such restraints would prove useless against him. But his captors had placed an iron horseshoe just a small distance away from him. Just close enough to weaken him. His exhaustion was evident by the sweat upon his brow and the way his chest heaved with every breath. Every movement was a great labor that only tired him further. The sun would rise eventually. He would be completely exposed to its unforgiving rays. He paused for a moment, breathing deeply. It was then that his ears perked, picking up on an unknown presence. He grit his teeth, head hanging low. Perhaps his captors had come to taunt him one last time before his demise.

Leondas' head shot upward and he lunged as far as his restraints would allow, a snarl and sharp clicking filling the air as teeth gnashed at the air.

It wasn't unlike Lucio to stick his nose into the business of others. He'd briefly spied on this creature before when he was haunting the same town that Lucio had been. Of course he'd been curious as to who was hunting around his own haunt!

But he liked this fae creature, in his own way. And though he planned on helping, he may have been watching for longer than he would care to admit in the shadows. Admiring the way he snarled and spat and struggled against his binds.

They'd be back soon though, and who knows what they'd try to do to him. And Lucio couldn't help but being drawn to the idea of being owed. A debt to be paid.

"Shhhhhhh-" It's quiet, whispered, echoing from the darkness. A sickly pale hand wraps around a tree trunk from behind, it's long black nails strumming against the bark. Then emerges part of the face, almost translucent in color, you can see the veins spreading across the one half of his face shown.

A pitch black eye staring at the trapped one, that wide and pointed maw smiling.

"Don't hiss and snap at meeeeeee-" his voice is something airy, whispered. As though shy.

"Don't you want to be f̢̦̞r͖̞͜e͚͔͖e͙͍͎?"

[arsenicxarcana]

more stinky critter notes, mostly showing he’s not all fuzzy

will still accept pets tho

(one-armed battle tactic taken from a 3 legged cat we had - he would roll over on the stump side so he could slap bitches with his full arm)

[arsenicxarcana]

“Hey, hey look at me. It’s not your fault.” Julian murmured, gently pulling his husband’s face back towards him. “This changes nothing. No matter what happened-- or will happen-- I still love you.”

He was probably imagining it, but the answering helpless whine almost sounded like an attempt at ‘love you’.

that blood is not jules’ it’s fine

[arsenicxarcana]

feral lucio = sad sad stinky boy i wanna give a bath to. if hes nice he can have an ice pop

i don't think he's getting that ice pop

[cicero-the-assassin]

14. one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

"Can't- haa ha- Can't-"

It's shaking, quivering and huffing wheezing breaths at the intensity and insistence of Leondas' affections. It's... never felt this way before.

Strange how even having 'lived' as long as it had- there were still new things to experience and learn. It's body knew desire, knew how to play and bring ecstasy to the forefront of sensation but- It had hardly ever experienced such a thing being brought onto itself. Most things, even those who would summon him forward for such dark ritual, couldn't bear to be in it's presence longer than what was required for their satisfaction. It didn't know needy caresses could be returned- that it's body could be.... desirable.

Already it's cock leaks a lazy but steady drool of lubrication- throbbing and sensitive from it's previous spend that Leondas' more experienced hand milked from it. Punishment for it's own teasing and overstimulation? That was it's only assumption, as Leo didn't seem to care when Lucio explained that it cannot carry life in procreation for him. It was usually inherently male.

It buries it's face in the bed of it's arms, it's blushing face trying to hide it's embarrassment at the noise it sings. It's hips are ground against from behind. Leondas embedding his seed further and further inside the other. His rut compelling him to breed one of the only willing beings in the immediate area at the time.

He teased him, insisting that he would be able to make him leak even more for him. Add to that sticky puddle beginning to accumulate beneath Lucio's swaying hips.

And strangely, though it felt very strange and even painful at first, it had given way to pleasure some time ago.

"Feels-" It groans, pushing it's hips back against the other, "-good.. Have- nothing left..."

It's cool hand reaches beneath itself, stroking lazily at it's leaking member. Trying to coax another orgasm for itself and for Leo.

Perhaps he will finally be satisfied with one more.