2. Rauri

CHAPTER TWO

RAURI

He was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in my life, the other demon.

Long, lithe limbs and silky purple hair that fell all the way to his waist, flowing loose and gorgeous. Red eyes framed by the world's longest eyelashes, which were somehow also purple.

His smile was silken, lips like a juicy peach, shining with some kind of gloss that I wanted to smear away with my own mouth.

Fuck, what was wrong with me?

All I could think about was sex. Well, until my brain turned off and I started taking instead of thinking at all.

And Jess?

I wasn't even attracted to Jess. Just, I'd been there, and she'd been there, and I'd been starving . I'd cornered her against the wall, pressing into her, kissing her with a fervor I hadn't realized I had in me.

It was only when she'd slumped against the wall, her eyes rolling back and body sliding down to the floor, that I'd even realized something was happening and come back to myself. I'd been too fucking distracted by the haze of sex that had descended on my brain to think about anything before that.

I'd called for an ambulance, and when they'd arrived, the EMT had raised a brow at me and asked if it was accidental overdraw or if he needed to summon the police. I'd told him I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and we'd just kissed, and she'd collapsed.

Then, like the most awkward person to ever awkward, I'd confessed I wasn't even sure why we'd kissed, because we were both gay as hell and not attracted to each other. It was one of the reasons we'd always made great roommates.

He'd handed me a card for the club.

Purple Haze.

Go there , he'd told me. You need help, or you're going to seriously hurt someone next time .

He'd refused to bring me to the hospital with Jess, just patting me on the shoulder and promising he'd make sure someone explained things to her. It hadn't been till I'd gone to splash some water on my face afterward that I'd realized why he hadn't brought me along.

Horns.

I had fucking horns.

And glowing eyes.

After over an hour of breaking down and sobbing on the bathroom floor, confused and at a loss for what to do—I couldn't leave the apartment with fucking horns —somehow, they went away on their own. I still had no idea how that had happened, or worse, what might make them come back. When my eyes might start glowing again.

Still, the EMT had been kind to me, and told me to go to Purple Haze, so... I had.

I hadn't been sure what I'd been looking for, but somehow, looking into the flashing red eyes of the man—the demon—Yarilo, I thought I might be starting to get the picture.

When he took my hand and led me upstairs, I felt like the ridiculous hero in a morality play, being led into hell by lust personified. It only could have been more apt if he'd been leading me down a set of stairs instead of up.

The room he led me to was exactly in line with the idea, too. All silk and satin and purple and just... if it was possible for a room to represent sex, this was it.

He turned to face me, running his fingers along the edge of his crimson silk shirt, and somehow, the tiny motion felt like a striptease. I was breathless with anticipation, staring at where his fingers touched his chest. I wanted to be those fingers. Wanted to feel his soft skin. Wanted?—

Between one breath and the next, as simple as breathing in, he had horns too. His red eyes glowed with power, and... it was like everything about him had multiplied. His perfect glossy lips were glossier, so eye-catching, I wanted to lean forward and just... bite one. His skin fairly glowed from within, and I couldn't tell if it was real or just my need.

My cock, trapped in my pants, was suddenly harder than it had ever been, straining against the zipper, demanding to get closer to him. To Yarilo.

Was there anything in the world more beautiful?

If there was, I couldn't imagine it.

"Aren't you the cutest?" he said, wicked smile baring sharp teeth that somehow didn't give me a moment's pause, even when thinking about... about kissing him. About his mouth all over my body. "I'm not sure I've ever met a baby incubus before. Part of me always thinks we're born fully formed. Pop out of the womb with seduction on our minds. It's been so long since I was young."

I swallowed hard and shook my head. "I definitely didn't do that. I—I was adopted. As a baby. I was abandoned, taken into state care, and adopted by a family in Pacifica. My friend Jess and I moved here to go to school. She—she'll probably want me to move out now."

Just the thought made my breath catch in my throat. I'd never lived with anyone but my parents or Jess for as long as I'd been alive. Mom and Dad wouldn't want me back if I were some kind of monster, and Jess definitely wouldn't after I'd attacked her. No more long quiet days building my Twitch stream. Who wanted to watch a monster play cute farming sims, pick pixelated fruit and make little pretend jars of jam? Hell, it had always seemed like a miracle that anyone wanted to watch me do it as it had been. As I had been.

"Hey there," Yarilo prodded me gently, voice soft, like he was talking to a feral cat. "You'll talk to her. These things happen. You didn't mean to. You'll learn and get yourself under control and it won't happen again. It'll be normal. Maybe it won't be the same, but that's okay. You're okay. Nothing wrong with what you are."

"I tried to eat my best friend."

He shrugged, leaning in, smiling, and my eyes were drawn back to his perfect shiny lips. "If she's really your friend, she'll forgive you." Somehow, suddenly, he was in my space, his breath fanning over my throat. "Besides, you probably gave her a bit of a thrill, too."

A... thrill? What was he—A shiver ran through my whole body when he leaned in even farther, and something wet and warm pressed against the side of my throat. His tongue. He was licking me. And somehow, it was the most sexual thing that had ever happened to me in my whole fucking life. I couldn't breathe, and heat flowed through my whole body, my cock throbbing in time with my heart, annoyed that I'd forgotten about it for as much as a second.

When his nimble fingers found the zipper of my pants, I didn't even think to deny him. Just let him do as he wished, which was apparently dropping my pants in a pool in the middle of the floor, and then dragging me toward a purple bed with satin sheets.

Satin. Purple satin.

His lush lips twisted in a smile. "So you've always been just a little different than the other boys, and you know it, right?"

Huh? What did he—Oh shit. Lace thong. I was wearing a lace thong. Heat suffused my cheeks and I couldn't meet his eye, but he wasn't having it. He grabbed my chin and turned it up so I had to look at him. "They're scrumptious, sweet pea. And you look fucking hot in them. What gets you off is all that matters, and apparently, you like to look fucking hot doing it."

I gasped in a desperate breath and everything around me seemed to shift, sharpen. The smell of him, sharp and musky and sweet, was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever smelled in my life. I wanted to dive into it, into him, and never come back up for air. How was anyone so perfect?

"There he is," he said, his voice almost more a feeling than a sound as his breath whispered across my cheek. "Such pretty eyes. And little baby incubus horns."

He reached up and... and grabbed. A horn. Because I had horns again.

"No wonder people think we're hot," he said, lips curled up in a sensual smile. "We so fucking are."

Then he fell back onto the bed, and used his grip on my horn to tug me along with him, on top of him. He kissed me with abandon, and I could feel the haze slide over my brain, just like with Jess. Part of me tried to rear back, pull away, stop?—

But he let his head fall back against the bed, breaking the kiss himself, grabbing my hand and pressing it to his chest. "Feel that? That tug? That's you trying to pull on my energy."

"Oh my god, I'm so?—"

"It's normal, sweetcheeks. You just need to learn how to be the boss of it. Not just let it happen willy nilly whenever you kiss someone pretty." He reached out in turn and pressed a hand to my chest, and I could feel my heart thump against it. Feel my cock strain against the lace of my panties. Feel everything and—a thread. From me to him. Where he was feeding on me as well.

Was that what that feeling was? That overwhelming sense of lust, that desperate need to get off get off get off, that was an incubus feeding off me?

He grinned. "Getting it now?" When I nodded, he slapped my thigh with one hand. "Turn around. I want to suck your cock while you suck mine. Those lips are just what I need tonight."

He licked his own, and suddenly, feeding didn't matter. I wanted his cock. Wanted him to—oh. He was feeding off me again. Tentatively, I let myself reach out, the way I'd done before. The tugging resumed, and his smile widened. "Perfect. Now less learning, more sucking. Just wait till you have an incubus-given orgasm while feeding. It's the fucking best."

Somehow, I managed to turn so that I was facing the bottom half of him, and he laughed.

"What's this, little demon?" He traced a claw over the tattoo just above my left buttcheek. "Do you like dinosaurs?"

I squeaked. "It's, uh, it's Bowser?"

"Bowser?" Yarilo echoed.

I nodded, but my head was swimming. No way could I hold a full conversation while his cock was right there, trapped beneath a layer of clothing it'd be oh so delicious to get beneath.

"Got it on a dare," I mumbled.

"Cute," he growled, arching up to drag his lips over the spot before sinking back down and wiggling beneath me.

I set to the task of removing his pants with gusto. I fucking wanted it, like I'd rarely ever wanted anything in my whole life. I wanted to—to feed on him, and also to suck his cock. To feed him. If I needed to do this to live, at least I could return the favor, right?

His pants slid off, snaps on the sides releasing like they'd never truly been on, and bared his perfect cock right in front of me. I felt a tongue drag across the lace front of my panties, over my cock, and groaned. No, had to focus. Had to?—

I leaned down and swallowed his cock whole, swishing my tongue around it to wet the whole thing as fast as possible. Behind me, he laughed. "You don't play, do you? Fine, two can play that game. First time can be quick."

He gave my underwear a tug, pulling them back and letting the elastic snap right on top of my asshole. I moaned around his cock, and he answered by licking me through the lace again, then slowly, teasingly, pulling it down and taking my cock out. Then all at once, he swallowed it.

The tugging from him increased, flowing over me feeling like liquid sex, and that purple haze descended on my brain. After that, there was only sensation.