All Mine
Title: All Mine
Genre: fantasy, dark, slash
Rating: K-18/NC-17
Warnings: character death, m/m
He was the wizard's bound demon. He was always watching from the mirror when I walked inside the wizard's working room and settled in the middle of the spell circle. I wasn't a demon and I wasn't a wizard either. There was magic inside of me, always growing, which was the reason it needed to be drained out. The wizard did it every other day. Settled me in the spell circle and shed off his clothes to fuck me while I stared into the mirror. He, the demon, wasn't handsome. Strong features and the yellowish tusks bending over his upper lip made him look almost scary. He was always dressed in robes, his red skin hidden by blue, purple...
He liked watching. I liked to be watched and I think it was he, not the wizard, who always made me come in the middle of the spell. The spell made the wizard to be able to drain me and he always did. Drained me of the magic that I couldn't use. I was a chalice, that was what they – wizards – called humans like us. Full of magic but unable to use it. Chalices. The wizard didn't care for me. He had found me and kidnapped me from my home town.
The wizard laid me down and threw his clothes away from his crotch. He was already hard and he penetrated me without doing much. I think he never realised it was the way the demon looked at me from the mirror, the way a slow smirk settled on his lips, that made me hard and aching for release. I could easily imagine him fucking me and not the wizard. How his fingers would feel on my skin, how his tusks would bite my skin. The gleaming of his eyes when he watched me. I would settle against the headboard, slowly move my fingers across my warm skin and towards my hard dick and he would be watching me. I could imagine him lifting me against the wall, his strong arms keeping me there where he wanted me to be. I could imagine him swallowing me, his tusks against my dick and it made me groan.
The wizard whispered something, thinking it was him that made me moan.
In the mirror the demon's fiery eyes watched me as I wrapped my hand around my dick. He slowly raised his hand and moved his fingers like he was the one doing it. I bucked my hips when I could almost feel the claws slightly scratching me, the way he would feel like he was running a high fever. He brought his hands to his lips, traced his tusk before taking his finger inside his mouth. I moaned.
The wizard came with a shout and he moved out and distantly I realised him starting to prepare the spell.
The demon didn't take his eyes from me. I moved my hand faster, raising my other hand to my chest to play with my nipples. His tongue moved on his fingers and slowly he licked his lips like he could taste me. I groaned out loud and came with a force that always surprised me though we had played the game several times. I think the wizard made the demon look at us as a punishment but he didn't realise the secret between the demon and I, that the watching excited us both.
I felt weak, out of breath and my heart was thundering inside me and the place where the magic rested inside me was empty. The spell was burning around me, trapping me inside and I groaned in pain, the afterglow of the orgasm fading too fast.
When the world calmed down I was still staring in the direction of the mirror. The wizard hadn't cleared the mirror, I hadn't heard the words he used to make the demon disappear but all I could see was my tired figure, my pale skin flushed, dark hair messy as if someone had dragged their fingers in it, my watery green eyes.
“Yes, yes. You're precious, Kev”, the wizard told me and left me there, lying. He never cared for me. I wanted to be taken cared of. I sighed. Raising up, I kept giving glances to the mirror. He noticed and he glanced it as well.
“Take your time, Kev. I took it all this time. I'm going to see the results in the yard. Be sure to be out of here when I come back.”
He left and I managed to sit up. He always took everything. At first I had liked it as it had made me feel peaceful when the magic hadn't been raging inside me. But now, after years, it made me feel tired. Like I was an old man with too much to do. I raised to my feet, rubbed my eyes and gave the mirror final last glance, stopping in surprise. The demon was there, watching me with a grin and he moved his arm forward, offering me his hand and I moved closer. The wizard had forgotten to clear the mirror... I moved in front of it, my tiredness forgotten and I gave him a hesitant glance. His grin was anything but reassuring.
“Are you going to take care of me?” I asked. He nodded. I let my hand touch the mirror. Part of me had been sure nothing would happen even if I would take the demon's offer – that he wouldn't be strong enough to take me but the mirror's surface seemed to ripple and strong fingers closed themselves around my hand. I was tugged forward, into the mirror.
I fell against his strong chest. I could smell his scent and it made me bury my face harder against him. I could feel his laugh as well as hear it.
“My little human”, he murmured, his voice exactly as husky and strong as I had imagined it to be. He felt warm as his arms closed around me and his tusks felt odd against my neck when he brought his head down.
“First”, he told me, “we are going to clean you up and wash away that old fool's stench. Then we shall do every one of the things you imagined me doing to you... And we will start with the wall for too long have I wanted to bury myself in you, take you as my own and mark you mine. You will never be touched by another again, my dear. You'll forever be mine.”
His voice, his words sent shudders down my spine and I nodded my consent against him.
“Are you going to take care of me?” I asked and he caressed my cheek with his clawed finger.
“Of course.”
He lifted me up easily, like I didn't weight nothing at all and I enjoyed the sensation of being carried. Resting my head against his chest I gazed at his face. He knew what he was doing. The wizard hadn't. A chalice always bloomed if taken care of. I could already feel the magic pouring inside me, feel it fill me. He would have to drain me soon and I would enjoy it.
He washed me, carefully and thoroughly. His claws traced my skin, played with my nipples and tested how my muscled jumped when he slightly scratched my stomach. I could feel my heart pounding and my dick starting to harden. He took a deep breath and seemed to savour the smell.
“Ah, I will enjoy making you mine”, he told me, bringing his mouth to my neck.
I let my hand travel from his shoulder to his chest but he stopped me, grasping my hand in his and kissed the palm.
“Oh, no, my little human”, he murmured and proceeded to place my hand on my chest. I could feel my heart thundering a little bit faster. I twisted my nipple, moaning softly and his eyes seemed to be full of fire. His gaze was so intent – so fully focused on me that I groaned again. I felt him lift me from the tub and allowed him to dry me.
I stood, watching him as I brought my hand to my dick and tugged, moaning. My skin was flushed. I could feel my cheeks burn. He never lifted his eyes above my chest but the smirk on his lips seemed to tell me he knew. He licked his lips and it sent a shiver through me. So much like I had imagined. I smiled, threw my head back, moaning louder as I played with the slit and moved my hand faster. My other hand was on my chest, tracing the muscles, moving. I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching.
My hand travelled lower, to my ass and I dipped a finger inside. I raised my head to meet his gaze, gasping as I noticed he was naked. I hadn't even heard him moving. His face wasn't handsome but his body was. Muscles that send another shiver through me, another gasp escaping my lips. He was hard and stroking himself with almost lazy pace. I moved another finger inside me and moved my other hand faster on my dick, my hips twisting. His growl made me buck my hips and suddenly he was there, lifting me up and pushing me against the wall. I groaned as I felt his one hand on my hips and other one trapping my hands and raising them above me.
“Mine”, he growled as he pushed himself inside me and I didn't mind the burning pain. His lips closed themselves around my neck as he drove himself into me relentlessly.
It was everything I had dreamed, almost more and I couldn't help but scream as I came hard. He never slowed his pace but kept pounding into me and he bit down, his tusks penetrating my flesh and I screamed as I felt him coming inside me, as he drained me of all. I could feel him inside my head, like he was searching something and a part of me panicked. He found the place where my magic was and he grabbed it to himself. All of it. Too much. I didn't hear my scream. I didn't realise when I died.
I was above him, watching him as he lowered my former body onto the floor. He was thrumming with magic. My magic. Mine.
Humans, demons, everyone always forgot something about the chalices. I think I had forgotten it as well. What we became if we were drained of all our magic. It was a mere legend after all – why would a chalice turn into a wraith if they were drained empty.
He had my magic. I touched his shoulder. Mine. He screamed but that scream didn't matter to me. My magic. I took it from him, claiming it and I watched around me. What a nice castle. Perfect and mine. The demon ran and I could feel laughter bubbling inside me. But how could I laugh? The wound he had made on my shoulder was tingling, still bleeding. The sensation was all mine. The ground was mine. The castle was mine. I felt him run outside and felt a wave of disappointment when the demon managed to reach the boundaries before I reached him. Pity.
The mirror was there. A touch activated it. I found myself inside a working room. My magic. All of it. I claimed it back. I could feel someone with my magic come closer. Open the door.
“What the - “
He never realised. Poor thing. I devoured him and his magic. Mine. Mine. His tower was mine. I settled in there, in the castle and the tower. Waiting. Animals would come. Prey would come and I would eat them, devour them and their magic. I would. It was all mine.
bouncyGenre: fantasy, dark, slash
Rating: K-18/NC-17
Warnings: character death, m/m
He was the wizard's bound demon. He was always watching from the mirror when I walked inside the wizard's working room and settled in the middle of the spell circle. I wasn't a demon and I wasn't a wizard either. There was magic inside of me, always growing, which was the reason it needed to be drained out. The wizard did it every other day. Settled me in the spell circle and shed off his clothes to fuck me while I stared into the mirror. He, the demon, wasn't handsome. Strong features and the yellowish tusks bending over his upper lip made him look almost scary. He was always dressed in robes, his red skin hidden by blue, purple...
He liked watching. I liked to be watched and I think it was he, not the wizard, who always made me come in the middle of the spell. The spell made the wizard to be able to drain me and he always did. Drained me of the magic that I couldn't use. I was a chalice, that was what they – wizards – called humans like us. Full of magic but unable to use it. Chalices. The wizard didn't care for me. He had found me and kidnapped me from my home town.
The wizard laid me down and threw his clothes away from his crotch. He was already hard and he penetrated me without doing much. I think he never realised it was the way the demon looked at me from the mirror, the way a slow smirk settled on his lips, that made me hard and aching for release. I could easily imagine him fucking me and not the wizard. How his fingers would feel on my skin, how his tusks would bite my skin. The gleaming of his eyes when he watched me. I would settle against the headboard, slowly move my fingers across my warm skin and towards my hard dick and he would be watching me. I could imagine him lifting me against the wall, his strong arms keeping me there where he wanted me to be. I could imagine him swallowing me, his tusks against my dick and it made me groan.
The wizard whispered something, thinking it was him that made me moan.
In the mirror the demon's fiery eyes watched me as I wrapped my hand around my dick. He slowly raised his hand and moved his fingers like he was the one doing it. I bucked my hips when I could almost feel the claws slightly scratching me, the way he would feel like he was running a high fever. He brought his hands to his lips, traced his tusk before taking his finger inside his mouth. I moaned.
The wizard came with a shout and he moved out and distantly I realised him starting to prepare the spell.
The demon didn't take his eyes from me. I moved my hand faster, raising my other hand to my chest to play with my nipples. His tongue moved on his fingers and slowly he licked his lips like he could taste me. I groaned out loud and came with a force that always surprised me though we had played the game several times. I think the wizard made the demon look at us as a punishment but he didn't realise the secret between the demon and I, that the watching excited us both.
I felt weak, out of breath and my heart was thundering inside me and the place where the magic rested inside me was empty. The spell was burning around me, trapping me inside and I groaned in pain, the afterglow of the orgasm fading too fast.
When the world calmed down I was still staring in the direction of the mirror. The wizard hadn't cleared the mirror, I hadn't heard the words he used to make the demon disappear but all I could see was my tired figure, my pale skin flushed, dark hair messy as if someone had dragged their fingers in it, my watery green eyes.
“Yes, yes. You're precious, Kev”, the wizard told me and left me there, lying. He never cared for me. I wanted to be taken cared of. I sighed. Raising up, I kept giving glances to the mirror. He noticed and he glanced it as well.
“Take your time, Kev. I took it all this time. I'm going to see the results in the yard. Be sure to be out of here when I come back.”
He left and I managed to sit up. He always took everything. At first I had liked it as it had made me feel peaceful when the magic hadn't been raging inside me. But now, after years, it made me feel tired. Like I was an old man with too much to do. I raised to my feet, rubbed my eyes and gave the mirror final last glance, stopping in surprise. The demon was there, watching me with a grin and he moved his arm forward, offering me his hand and I moved closer. The wizard had forgotten to clear the mirror... I moved in front of it, my tiredness forgotten and I gave him a hesitant glance. His grin was anything but reassuring.
“Are you going to take care of me?” I asked. He nodded. I let my hand touch the mirror. Part of me had been sure nothing would happen even if I would take the demon's offer – that he wouldn't be strong enough to take me but the mirror's surface seemed to ripple and strong fingers closed themselves around my hand. I was tugged forward, into the mirror.
I fell against his strong chest. I could smell his scent and it made me bury my face harder against him. I could feel his laugh as well as hear it.
“My little human”, he murmured, his voice exactly as husky and strong as I had imagined it to be. He felt warm as his arms closed around me and his tusks felt odd against my neck when he brought his head down.
“First”, he told me, “we are going to clean you up and wash away that old fool's stench. Then we shall do every one of the things you imagined me doing to you... And we will start with the wall for too long have I wanted to bury myself in you, take you as my own and mark you mine. You will never be touched by another again, my dear. You'll forever be mine.”
His voice, his words sent shudders down my spine and I nodded my consent against him.
“Are you going to take care of me?” I asked and he caressed my cheek with his clawed finger.
“Of course.”
He lifted me up easily, like I didn't weight nothing at all and I enjoyed the sensation of being carried. Resting my head against his chest I gazed at his face. He knew what he was doing. The wizard hadn't. A chalice always bloomed if taken care of. I could already feel the magic pouring inside me, feel it fill me. He would have to drain me soon and I would enjoy it.
He washed me, carefully and thoroughly. His claws traced my skin, played with my nipples and tested how my muscled jumped when he slightly scratched my stomach. I could feel my heart pounding and my dick starting to harden. He took a deep breath and seemed to savour the smell.
“Ah, I will enjoy making you mine”, he told me, bringing his mouth to my neck.
I let my hand travel from his shoulder to his chest but he stopped me, grasping my hand in his and kissed the palm.
“Oh, no, my little human”, he murmured and proceeded to place my hand on my chest. I could feel my heart thundering a little bit faster. I twisted my nipple, moaning softly and his eyes seemed to be full of fire. His gaze was so intent – so fully focused on me that I groaned again. I felt him lift me from the tub and allowed him to dry me.
I stood, watching him as I brought my hand to my dick and tugged, moaning. My skin was flushed. I could feel my cheeks burn. He never lifted his eyes above my chest but the smirk on his lips seemed to tell me he knew. He licked his lips and it sent a shiver through me. So much like I had imagined. I smiled, threw my head back, moaning louder as I played with the slit and moved my hand faster. My other hand was on my chest, tracing the muscles, moving. I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching.
My hand travelled lower, to my ass and I dipped a finger inside. I raised my head to meet his gaze, gasping as I noticed he was naked. I hadn't even heard him moving. His face wasn't handsome but his body was. Muscles that send another shiver through me, another gasp escaping my lips. He was hard and stroking himself with almost lazy pace. I moved another finger inside me and moved my other hand faster on my dick, my hips twisting. His growl made me buck my hips and suddenly he was there, lifting me up and pushing me against the wall. I groaned as I felt his one hand on my hips and other one trapping my hands and raising them above me.
“Mine”, he growled as he pushed himself inside me and I didn't mind the burning pain. His lips closed themselves around my neck as he drove himself into me relentlessly.
It was everything I had dreamed, almost more and I couldn't help but scream as I came hard. He never slowed his pace but kept pounding into me and he bit down, his tusks penetrating my flesh and I screamed as I felt him coming inside me, as he drained me of all. I could feel him inside my head, like he was searching something and a part of me panicked. He found the place where my magic was and he grabbed it to himself. All of it. Too much. I didn't hear my scream. I didn't realise when I died.
I was above him, watching him as he lowered my former body onto the floor. He was thrumming with magic. My magic. Mine.
Humans, demons, everyone always forgot something about the chalices. I think I had forgotten it as well. What we became if we were drained of all our magic. It was a mere legend after all – why would a chalice turn into a wraith if they were drained empty.
He had my magic. I touched his shoulder. Mine. He screamed but that scream didn't matter to me. My magic. I took it from him, claiming it and I watched around me. What a nice castle. Perfect and mine. The demon ran and I could feel laughter bubbling inside me. But how could I laugh? The wound he had made on my shoulder was tingling, still bleeding. The sensation was all mine. The ground was mine. The castle was mine. I felt him run outside and felt a wave of disappointment when the demon managed to reach the boundaries before I reached him. Pity.
The mirror was there. A touch activated it. I found myself inside a working room. My magic. All of it. I claimed it back. I could feel someone with my magic come closer. Open the door.
“What the - “
He never realised. Poor thing. I devoured him and his magic. Mine. Mine. His tower was mine. I settled in there, in the castle and the tower. Waiting. Animals would come. Prey would come and I would eat them, devour them and their magic. I would. It was all mine.
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