So, How Was Your Day? [NSFW]

[Aphetoros]

Possibly Definitely NSFW.


The room was dimly lit, a sickly jade flame burning in the corner fireplace of the room. Rugs imported from a foreign nation were spread across the floor, some stitched from cloth and others from animal hide, and several half-empty bookcases lined the walls; the contents of those shelves lay haphazardly on the rugs. Several unlit candelabras rested randomly in the room, and their iron poles were bent as if some terrible rage had struck them. "How was your day, Alivan?"

An unnaturally calm voice met him as he entered the apartment and, even though he'd tried to return unnoticed, he knew that she would've noted his lateness. "G-g-good evening, my l-love." The man wore no shoes, his long black-blue hair messy and shirt awkwardly tucked into his pants. "My day w-was g-g-great." He walked inside, placing his shoes and belt on the ground and and beginning to change into night clothes. He had taken his shirt off, and he was struggling with his pants when he heard the heavy steps of the woman quickly moving across the rugs. He felt her sharpened nails on his bare shoulder, and he yelped as the ground below him was suddenly no longer present; she had lifted him with a single hand, "Pleasenodon't!"

Alivan flew across the room, his body colliding with the wall and producing a screech of anguish. "Where've you been, Alivan?" Her claws had sliced into his shoulder, and lines of blood ran down the dislocated limb. "I j-just, um, I haven't b-been a-a-anywh-where." He winced as he turned to face her, knees pressed to his chest and arm hanging uselessly at his side. She wore hardly any clothes, much to his dismay, and seemed only to possess alluringly tight leather undergarments. As she strode forwards, the shadow of her coal-black wings fell over him and blocked the felflame she had lit in the hearth. "You clearly weren't studying, thankfully. Remember what happened the last time I caught you reading, dear? It was wonderful-- for me." He wanted to find the figure repulsive; he willed himself to find disgust in her smooth violet skin, curling barbed tail and unshaven hooves. And yet, as he looked into the soothing cerulean of her eyes, all he could feel was love and lust. "Tut, tut, little one. Come to me, come, come..."

She beckoned with a single red-painted claw, and the joy blooming inside his heart begged him to acquiesce. He felt himself pulled to his feet, the demon's magic filling his limbs with new vigor. He staggered towards her and she wrapped her left hand around his neck, bringing him into a long and thorough kiss. He felt his knees grow weak as his head grew light. It was a lovely thing. That is, until a moment later her claws tightened around his tanned flesh; "I taste another on your breath, Alivan." She threw him to the floor, hissing as a long whip unfurled in her other hand. Her voice became cold, callous-- each word spat at the elf. "Are.. you.. cheating on me, Alivan?"

"N-n-n-no, it was j-j-just an a-a-accident a-a-nd h-he took a-adv-va--" The succubus let out a hideous wail, bringing the whip across Alivan's bare back several times. "A man?! I thought I told you that you were never to see a man again, despite what you may think you are, you are MINE, you wretched little rat! Must I take another to his grave to show you the error you continuously make?" She brought the whip down on him, again and again. The spiked tip spat orange-red light with each strike, and each time he was hit he further writhed in agony. His skin tore as the hooked end of the whip bit into his flesh, demonic poisons forcing screams from his throat. The succubus hissed obscenities as blood pooled on his flesh, tears sliding from eyes shut tight. Pieces of skin clung to the whip, and several times she had to pause her beating to make room for more. Her rage subsided after an hour of the merciless beating and seething insults, and as her lashes stopped she let the whip fall to the floor.

Alivan was audibly sobbing, now, and his back and much of the rug beneath him was painted by the scarlet of his veins. She knelt next to him, kissing one of the many wounds whilst sliding her hand through the stagnant blood, watching the ripples that her fingers caused. She rolled him onto the bleeding back, and pressed a small emerald crystal to his chest, the fel energies causing his wounds to fill and slowly heal. She then held him in her arms, gently stroking his hair with a single claw. "Hush, love. It's over, shh..."

"Promise you won't ever leave me, darling." The words, though whispered to comfort the bloodied elf, filled Alivan with terror. There was a threat behind those words, and he did not hesitate to nod his head.

[Aphetoros]

She hardly retained her composure as she wordlessly opened the apartment door, and shut it behind her. Her lips spat a whisper in Eredun, and three different locks slid across the door without her touch. Seductively curved hips swayed back and forth as she strutted into the center of the room. With each step, her altered appearance changed back. Each delicate and thin leg thickened and grew long black-red fur as feet became cloven hooves. Her ruddy red skin turned once more the violet cream of her nature, and the blonde hair that gently bobbed at her shoulders grew longer and darkened. Two massive bones shot from her forehead and curled into charred horns as grotesque wings burst from rippling flesh, causing her dress to tear and fall to ribbons on the floor around her. The barbed tail grew once more, and her pretty-painted nails melded with her fingers and became wicked claws.

She caressed her face, her claws tracing the contours of her beautiful visage. "They... they want to take him away from me. No, no, no. I won't lose him, I will not go back to the Great Dark Below and feel the eyes of a thousand demons on my hide." Her breathing had become ragged, and standing nude in the dark with only the haunting frost of her gaze as her light, she began to laugh softly. Her claws clicked together as her laughter soon turned hysterical. "A joke, a joke, a JOKE, right Alivan? Right? Ahahahaa~!" Her hands came together, fingers interlocking above where her heart lay as she stared at the ceiling. "Oh, yes. Darling, the love we share is unparalleled, is it not?"

Her question was met with silence as she stared at the figure of a man, garmentless and tied to the ceiling. He was blindfolded, and a bloodied towel had been forced deep in his throat. He hung limp, although he was securely bound enough that it did not matter. "Tut, tut, you can't sleep now. We're not done for the night, darling-dear." Her hysterical laughter died down, becoming a soft giggling hiccup. Her wings lifted her from the ground, and she hovered in the air while untying Alivan. "You are just adorable when you're unconscious, my love!" She returned to the ground, her hooves muted by the rugs that covered the floor. She looked over the creature she held with a warm look of possession; as if he were an object, or pet, that she owned. She took the cloth from his mouth, giving him much needed oxygen.

She stood in the dark for a time, holding him in one arm and using the other to trace the muscles she'd forced him to build. She'd starved him thin enough to her liking, and then she'd forced him to work his body to exhaustion to give him an appearance fitting of her standards. All that was left was his mind; to break him, and fill him with love only for her, and to make him never wish to see the light of anyone else's eyes. Her fingers likely traveled to obscene places, her twisted mind playing with the fractured innocence that marked her obsession.

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Alivan blinked several times as consciousness returned. He sucked in sharply, his head spinning still from the lack of air. He knew he was in her arms, and he felt her claws drifting to forlorn places. His eyes closed tighter, uncomfortable. "Open your eyes, darling." He did not reply, trying to make out like he was still unconscious. The succubus giggled softly to her self, "Alivan, you silly thing. Reply to me, my darling." Despite her giggles and wide smile, she placed a finger on his chest. She whispered a soft Eredun phrase, black-yellow energy seeping into his flesh from the needle of her claw. His eyes grew wide, a sudden flood of sensations overcoming his form. Terror filled him as he saw his stomach tear apart, and his entrails smolder on the floor. His entire form was wracked with agony, his screams filling the apartment. She giggled softly to herself, pulling the sharp finger down to his naval. He took her claws and pinched his torso in several places on either of the now scarlet line on his chest. She put a bloodied claw to her tongue, closing her eyes and smiling. "I can't wait till I get to your heart, Alivan. I bet it's a sweet as you're naive." Blood welled from his wound, and still he wailed. Fortunately for the demon, she had thought of these things. The walls had runes, magic that dampened sound.

"Aren't your insides adorable?"

"A-agh! Z-zahneth!" He writhed in her grip, trying to pull away. Her claws pulled away and Zahneth-- the demoness-- took the same hand and ran her fingers through his hair. His eyes were open now, certainly, and the phantasm that had shaken him was gone. She stared into the depths of his emerald, the frozen ocean of her eyes somehow warm. He forgot the pain of the flesh, and his body welled with sudden joy. Maybe this is not so terrible. She brought him into a kiss, and took long steps towards the grandiose bathroom.

She set him within its midst, sliding in next to him and beginning to fill the large oval with warm liquid and bubbles. After they had washed, she merely held him as her demonic whispers lulled him into a dreamless sleep. She took him back to the bedroom, tucking him under the covers and (the sleepless beast that she was) began to pack their things. "We must never part, Alivan. And one day, I shall enjoy you as my servant in all things." She turned back to his motionless form, sitting next to him on the bed and once more brushing away the locks of hair that covered his face. She hissed softly in his unwaking ear.

"Forever, until death do you part."