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Rumi had paced the narrow space between her bed and the sliding balcony door for so long that a shallow divot had begun to form in the shag rug. Her hair swayed in time with each turn of her heel.
She was only in her underwear, clothing felt too tight, too hot and too constrictive as her body thrummed with restless energy.
She was lacing and unlacing her fingers in a frantic motion, trying her hardest to keep them occupied; fighting the urge to rub herself down.
She figured that if she kept moving, she wouldn’t collapse onto the side of her bed and start humping the corner.
If she kept her legs and fingers busy on anything but herself, she wouldn’t have to give in to the growing ache that swam in her pelvis.
Her body felt like a live wire ready to combust at any moment.
She was pulled taut between her thoughts. Whether she should deal with this rut on her own, locking herself in her room; or go beg Mira and Zoey on her hands and knees for help.
No matter where she touched on her body, energy rippled outwards and inwards, filling her with a static charge that only made her hornier, restless and hungry. She was so, so hungry for Mira and Zoey.
Her patterns flared hot and bright against her skin, a kaleidoscope of red, violet, and indigo light swirling like smoke under the skin.
The light pulsed in time with the thrum of her sexual frustration.
She glanced out the plexiglass door; the moon dipped low in the sky, cresting along the horizon. Pinkish-red light refracted off the glass, painting her reflection darker.
The moon's light was the only thing filling the room, along with the tired flare of her patterns.
The Demon would only grow hungrier as the night progressed. Growing stronger as the full moon climbed higher in the sky. She was trying her hardest to ignore its whispers that kept threading around her mind.
Ravage them. Take them. You want them so badly. The Demon began again. She ignored it the best she could, her gaze snagging on her favourite corner of the bed, then ripped her gaze away, and continued to pace.
If she kept the lights off, maybe Mira and Zoey would think she was asleep. Maybe she could deal with this one on her own.
You can’t Little Spark. You need them to make you feel better. Your body is craving them. Just a little taste. The Demon cooed again. The Demon was not lying for once. The ache in her pelvis area was throbbing, yearning for Zoey and Mira’s touch.
The Demon flashed explicit images behind her eyes when she closed them, she tried to push it away, she really did, but she was falling victim to her own charm. The Images made her knees weak and her clit tremble with an overwhelming ache.
The first image was her need to dominate Zoey, to drink her in and fuck her until she forgot her own name.
Bending Zoey over on the bed and thrusting into her from behind as Zoey kept spewing bratty comments, causing Rumi to surge harder. Zoey’s breathy, pleading moans filled her head space.
Her breathing hitched as her hand twitched absentmindedly towards her groin. Zoey loved being Rumi’s little brat, it drove The Demon mad with sadistic thrill.
The second image was her want for Mira to sooth the burn of her lust, with a guided hand and a voice like an anchor.
The thought of taking all of Mira in while she sat in her lap, grinding feverishly against Mira's strap-on, Mira’s soft praises whispering in her ear as she reached her climax. Rumi moaned softly under her breath despite herself.
Mira always oriented her when Rumi bottomed, keeping her tethered to the moment with a gentle tug of the collar. Keeping The Demon from slipping in on Mira if it tried to surge too hard. Forcing The Demon to surrender, the fun game it liked to play when it was feeling masochistic.
She groaned in frustration as her hand grazed the soaked patch of her underwear.
“No, stop it. I don’t want to hurt them. I’ve already hurt them so much already.” She whispered, yanking her hand away from her groin and bringing both hands up to her ears, even though that did nothing to block out the voice that was inside her mind.
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The girls knew about her monthly ruts, they had helped relieve them before. But they almost always came with a heavy cost. Someone always ended up accidentally hurt.
That someone was usually Zoey; or sometimes Rumi. Rumi was hurt on an emotional and mental level, while Zoey’s was more physical with a little mental damage.
But a few months ago; her rut rage had left Zoey bruised and broken for weeks after. It didn’t help that it was the first moon of the month. There was still another moon to come at the end of that month.
A blue moon.
Her rut would rage back with no time in between to heal if something happened.
But; something had happened though.
She’d accidentally broken Zoey’s wrist, not realizing her own strength as The Demon twisted its grip on her.
The memory clawed its way back in, harsh and unwelcome. Regret and shame swirling tightly with the lust that thrummed urgently inside her.
They had been in the living room, Rumi had Zoey pinned against the couch with her hips. It had been fun and flirty, Zoey poking with her usual bratty comments and coaxes. Zoey had a hand wrapped around one of Rumi’s horns and the other tangled in the back of her hair. Pulling her closer.
Rumi was kissing and nibbling the length of Zoey’s neck, holding Zoey in place so she couldn’t squirm away. Rumi’s tail was slowly caressing Zoey’s calf, she could feel Zoey shudder in pleasure from the sensation. Her hips bearing their full weight down into Zoey’s, grinding against her. Zoey was whimpering for Rumi to keep going. Begging her to keep going. Telling her not to stop.
The scent of Zoey’s arousal was growing heavier the more Rumi pressed. Patterns pulsing a warm consistent crimson.
More. Take more. The Demon hissed, trying to egg Rumi on. She pushed it away, they were still working on restraint, remembering to stop when it became too much. Sometimes the remembering was hard when The Demon surged.
Rumi was being benevolent, being careful, only doing love bites and light presses of her claws. Like they had talked about. Easing back when Zoey braced a hand against the front of her shoulder to come up for air. Zoey would smile at her, lazy and drunk with pleasure. Coaxing Rumi on.
Mira had her hand on Rumi’s left shoulder, tracing the patterns there. A silent anchor of touch to keep Rumi grounded. A reminder to still be gentle, while roughing Zoey up.
Rumi could feel the heat from Mira’s touch.
Mira’s heat made her heart flutter. Mira’s scent drifted in under Zoey's, the two pheromones mingling, coating the air thickly.
It sent shockwaves of encouragement through her. The Demon twisted the touch as permission rather than to ground, to remain present. Inhaling the scent of them as consent to push more, to let The Demon out fully.
Rumi growled, beginning to pin Zoey tighter underneath her; hips pressing harder. Rumi’s knees were bracketing Zoey’s thighs so she couldn’t twist away easily.
Her tail had stopped caressing, and begun to coil slowly around Zoey’s ankle. Rumi’s clawed hands slowly began prying Zoey’s hands down from her horn and hair, then pinned her wrists roughly above her head. The wrist closest to the crease of the cushion had begun to bend at a wrong and strange angle.
Zoey had been whimpering in pleasure, excitement thrumming through her. The whimper was slowly morphing into a cry of pain that had been drowned out by the rush of blood in Rumi’s ears.
The Demon purred at the sound of its prey being immobilised. The Demon rushed to take full control. A snarl hummed against Zoey’s neck, Rumi’s fangs dug in, too deep.
Zoey let out a soft strangled gasp against Rumi’s neck. Mira hadn’t caught the change yet, but The Demon had caught it. The Demon always did. Taking it as a moan of pleasure. As an invitation; The Demon’s twisted reasoning of consent.
She’s enjoying it, keeping going; you’re not doing anything wrong. She likes when you’re rough. The Demon purred in her mind, its voice honeyed.
Blood painted Rumi’s tongue; her nostrils flared as she groaned from the sweet taste of Zoey. Rumi’s pupils dilated, the violet pulsed hypnotically.
The saliva on Rumi’s tongue quickly patched the bite mark; stitching the wound, only leaving a dark bruise behind.
Zoey squeaked, letting out a shuddering breath as the pressure of the bruise hit her after Rumi took the sting away from the bite. Making the sting almost invisible with how quickly the wound healed.
Mira had caught the change in breathing this time, her focus shifting harder on what Rumi was doing. Suspicion rising like a flood.
Her hand began tightening around Rumi’s shoulder.
Rumi bit again. The Demon taking the squeak from Zoey as another invitation; she bit harder than before.
See how easy it is Little Spark? Look at her whining for you. Keep taking more. The Demon, ever the instigator pressed harder, fogging Rumi’s consciousness. Rumi knew she should stop. She was hurting Zoey. But the Demon throttled Rumi’s consciousness back into the corner. Pinning her down like how she was pinning Zoey.
Exhilaration coursed through Rumi. Pupils dilated larger as Rumi drank more of Zoey in. Rumi was becoming drunk on the sweetness of Zoey’s blood. Her Demon was coming out to play.
“Rumi, gentle.” Mira’s voice came from behind, concern rising; her pattern tracing had long since stopped, the grip tightened more.
Rumi growled, The Demon had taken Mira’s words as a challenge. Snarling in defiance at being told to slow down.
Mine! The Demon hissed in Rumi’s skull. A snarl reverberated in Rumi’s throat from the demon's claim.
Her eyes flashed a deeper indigo, pupils dilating even further until her eyes were consumed in a deep purply-indigo. Zoey's whimper changed shape, Rumi’s Demon had ignored it.
“Rumi…!” Mira said again, voice firm, pitched higher to break through the static, The Demon still read it as a challenge. Mira started to pull against the back of the collar, giving a tug that meant: Stop, Relax. Stand down. The Demon fought against the tug.
“Rumi…” Zoey breathed, her voice becoming dazed and tipsy, the bruises on her neck a deep royal purple, inching towards black, from the repetitive bites. The whimper had turned into a stuttering wince, the energy draining from Zoey the more Rumi drank her in.
“Rumi… stop…please…you’re.” A shuttered breath that struggled to come out.
“Hurting me.” Zoey begged breathlessly, her eyes hazy from the wooze of sudden blood loss.
She was trying to twist away from Rumi, but was unable to. The way Rumi held her made it nearly impossible to turn even a centimetre.
Rumi’s tail coiled even tighter. The Demon didn’t listen, the words rolling off its back like water off a duck's wings.
“Rumi! Enough! You’re draining her.” Mira had snapped. Recognition rattled in Rumi’s bones, as her consciousness flickered for a moment. Her tail loosened its grip slightly, her body beginning to ease away from Zoey.
Take. Pin. Hold. Devour. The Demon had snarled again, the rumble of it vibrating in Rumi’s chest. The flicker of Rumi’s consciousness had been snubbed out by The Demon again.
Rumi kept pressing tighter, until something had given under the grip. A small pop came first; then a sickeningly wet crunch followed immediately after.
The Demon grinned, the struggle made The Demon feel like it was succeeding in its hunt. The sound of helplessness made Rumi’s Demon chase harder, revelling in the immobilisation. A deeper snarl rumbled in Rumi’s chest.
Yesyesyes. Mineminemine.
That’s when a firm hand had wrapped around the collar loop at the back of her neck, along with an ironclad grip on her shoulder; Mira yanked her back with full force. Hauling her off of Zoey in a swift motion. The Demon snarled as it was dragged away from its prey.
A choked wheeze escaped from Rumi's lungs as her airways were momentarily cut off by the collar being pulled forcefully against her trachea. Another strangled gasp rasped out of Rumi as Mira continued to tug. Rumi’s hands shot up instinctively to scratch at the thing that strangled her.
“Rumi! I said that’s enough! Stop! Now!” Mira barked, hands tight and slightly shaking as she yanked Rumi to the floor, away from Zoey.
Rumi fell to the floor, hitting it hard enough that air escaped her lungs again.
She pulled in gasps as Mira’s hands dropped away from the collar and her shoulder. Rumi was bracing on hands and knees, chest heaving as she fought to take in air.
Rumi’s pupils constricted down into cat-like slits, then back to normal pupils; the indigo flashing dull as she came back to the surface. She looked up, breathing rough and still a little too wild.
The world came back in pieces, then all at once, when she looked back up, eyes landing on Zoey’s shaking frame. Her mouth went dry, stale blood was all she could taste.
Zoey had tears streaming down her cheeks, fingers clutched around her wrist, wincing in pain from the touch. The skin around it started to bloom with a dark red bruise. The wrist was bent at a strange angle that made Rumi's stomach twist. Bile rising.
Her neck was worse, twin pin pricks marred through the thickness of the blotchy purple bruise. A trickle of blood slunk down her neck, a tiny pool began forming in the divot of her collar bone. Rumi hadn’t had time to close the last of the wound.
Zoey tried to smile through the pain, Rumi could see the joke flex then die behind Zoey’s teeth. The only thing that escaped was a broken half-whimper, half-shattered laugh. Her throat bobbed, Zoey winced again as it clearly hurt to swallow because of the huge bruise still growing across Zoey’s neck.
Mira was crouched in front of Zoey, hand cupped to her opposite cheek, not touching the bruise.
Mira murmured something that Rumi couldn’t make out through the ringing in her ears. A single tear glinted down Mira’s cheek before she quickly wiped it away. She stood, leaned down to gently kiss Zoey's forehead. Then she turned towards Rumi, frustration was etched across her features.
The realization struck Rumi like a bat to the back of the skull. She was a monster. She was just like Him. Guilt, shame and disgust slammed into her. Her tail tucked closer to her side. Dropping in embarrassment.
Her chin started to feel scratchy as Zoey’s blood dried around her mouth.
Rumi scrambled back, claws digging into the floor as she tried to find purchase. A frightened snarl escaped her lips, feet thrashing against the floor as she kicked.
She managed to push herself up on her feet, tears stung her eyes as she stumbled back to her room. She had nearly collided with the wall as tears began to blur her vision.
She felt sick, wrong, dangerous and Him.
“Rumi, wait.” Mira’s voice called after her, still a little frantic around the edges, frustration lying just underneath the fear. Rumi could sense Mira following behind her, trying to grab her wrist. To stop her. To make her see what she had done.
Zoey was still on the couch, half sitting half slumped, eyes glassed and foggy; still reeling from the force of Rumi’s strength and from how much Rumi had taken. She clutched her wrist in her hand, a weary smile still plastered there. Blood had begun to dry near the opening of the serrated flesh.
“Rumi, wait…it’s…uh…I know that wasn-”
Zoey’s voice was muffled, as the door slammed shut behind her. Latch caught into place with a resonating click.
She felt awful, she had heard Mira’s words, could hear Mira telling her to stop. She had heard Zoey’s plea, she could feel Zoey's heart slowing as she continued to take. She had felt the way she was wincing underneath her. Rumi had felt and heard the crunch of bone.
Rumi knew she should’ve stopped. Should’ve loosened her grip. Should’ve stopped drinking. Should’ve listened to Mira’s words at the first warning.
Should’veShould’veShould’ve.
She hadn’t.
Not while The Demon had whispered venom into her ear. Coaxing, encouraging her to disobey.
See? She likes it. Look how she yields to you. Take her. Take all of her. This is what she wants, this is what you want.
She hid away in her room the rest of that rut. The Demon mocked her.
They’re cowards, they can’t handle you, they don’t love you. If they loved you they would let you take them.
She ignored it by furiously taking her frustration out on the corner of the bed. Anything other than going back out there.
Her tail would lash then tremble. Emotions a hurricane; one moment she would thrust against any available surface that was not Mira or Zoey shaped, while the next moment she would throw things at the walls and rip things to shreds.
Her lust and raging self-loathing melded together into something horrible and dangerous.
She clawed the curtains to shreds, her comforter ripped to tatters as she gripped the corner. Claw marks decorated the nightstand. Picture frames had fallen to the floor, the glass spider webbing in different directions.
She hated herself for hurting Zoey, for not listening to Mira.
You only feel that way because they have made so many rules. They’re scared of you Little Spark. The Demon spat later on that night.
She pushed the thought away, denying it. They loved her, didn’t they? That’s why they made rules, they had tools to pull her back from the edge.
They weren’t scared of her. Right? The image of Zoey’s fear clouded her vision. A sob escaped her as she collapsed to the floor on her knees, then curled into the fetal position.
She was the monster they feared.
She refused to go near them if they happened to be in the same room, she refused to touch either of them, or even look at them. Zoey’s wrist lived in a small cast and then later once it had healed more; a brace took its place. The sight of it made Rumi physically ill. Because she had put Zoey in that.
The bruise on Zoey’s neck had taken the longest to heal. The colors seemed to shift everyday, from purple, to a bright blotch of reddish green. Then to a faded yellow, that took forever to disappear.
When the second full moon came during the same month she locked herself away again. Rumi had locked herself in her room for the entire week leading up to the full moon. The energy around the apartment was fragile, as she played the avoidant roommate game, only existing when Mira and Zoey were gone.
Rumi had been a whirlwind of raw emotion, rage and lust the entire week alone in her room. Her patterns flashed violently between various colours and hues as the emotions surged and crashed over her.
The room had turned into a demolition zone. The door had stayed locked for days.
She only crept out for food at night when she was sure Mira and Zoey were asleep; or while Mira and Zoey were away at work or running errands.
Rumi slept in fits on the floor; between the aggressive thrusting against her bed to ease the ache in her groin and from tearing her room apart in a storm of rage, guilt, shame and self-loathing.
After The Demon had finally tired itself out on the last night of her rut, and the moon had begun to wane, her energy was spent way sooner than it normally would have been.
She laid on the floor for two days after. Ignoring Zoey and Mira’s pleas to open the door so they could talk. She was refusing them entrance into her room. It was safer that way.
Once she had finally decided to come out of her room to rejoin the living,
Zoey was already by the door with a tray of food and a water bottle. The sight of the brace still on Zoey’s wrist swirled the guilt harder. Making her cry between her confessional and apology to Zoey.
Rumi apologized profusely, saying that she didn’t mean to hurt Zoey.
That sometimes she didn’t know her own strength when The Demon fully overrode her.
She apologized harder because she knew that wasn’t an excuse,
that “hey yeah my Demon can just bully me whenever and I have no say so now I get to hurt you.”
She had no actual excuse, because one didn’t exist. Rumi had to live with what she had done. Whether Zoey accepted her apology or not.
Zoey had accepted, she always accepted Rumi’s apologies. Even if they were over things that didn’t deserve to be forgiven.
That was just who Zoey was, a little naive and entirely too trusting. Rumi knew that’s what The Demon craved the most out of Zoey.
At how easy Zoey was to breach.
Rumi hated herself for allowing The Demon to think that about her little Hellcat. The urge to protect knifed into her.
How can you protect her when you’re the one you have to protect her against? The Demon had hissed violently through her skull.
Zoey placed the tray down onto the coffee table, then took Rumi’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers. The other hand had still been wrapped in a brace. The sight made Rumi’s stomach twist.
“Thank you Rumi, I’m not mad…well not mad anymore. What you did wasn’t cool, it hurt… a lot; and it really scared me. But, I still accept your apology. Especially since you avoiding me felt like you hated me, even though I know that wasn’t the case.” Zoey confessed, rambling a little bit, cheeks flushed faintly.
A thick, wet silence settled over them, the awkwardness of Zoey’s ramble left Rumi buzzing with feelings she felt she didn’t deserve.
Zoey spoke again.
“I um, could hear you, tearing your room apart I mean.”
Rumi’s stomach dropped, she hadn't expected her frenzied destruction to be peaceful. But the guilt of Zoey and Mira hearing it made her stomach knot tighter.
“I…um..I’m sorry.” Rumi stuttered
Rumi had no other words to offer. She could feel heat climb up her neck and loop around her ears. There was nothing she could say, her rage had clearly been recognised and registered.
They knew why Rumi had torn her room apart; they knew it was because of Rumi’s self-loathing. They couldn’t do anything, they could have only listened because Rumi had shut them out for their own good, to keep them safe. Rumi had convinced herself that she was a monster.
Zoey felt the awkward shift hit harder; like a slap from a wet pool noodle. Clunky, thick and water-logged. Zoey’s cheeks blushed redder. Heat crept up her neck and over her ears.
“I…um, here if you’re I don’t know? Hungry?” Zoey said she had unlaced their fingers, and went back for the tray. Handing it out towards Rumi.
Rumi took the tray, muttered a small thank you then scurried back to her room, taking the tray, then sat in her little circle of not destruction. Her heart stampeded through her.
Awkward. The Demon said simply, it offered nothing more than a snide. It had acted like it wasn’t the one that had made the situation awkward.
Rumi groaned in annoyance, and then opened the granola bar Zoey had given her.
Later that night, once the third quarter of the moon had crested the horizon, and the light only offered half of its glory, illuminating her room in a deep shadow. Rumi only had a small candle flickering on the window sill.
Mira had knocked on her door then, Rumi hadn’t answered at first. Until Mira knocked again, firmer and more demanding the second time around.
When Rumi finally opened the door; Mira stood in front of her, arms in a neutral position, but her face was what made Rumi's heart implode. The expression made it feel as if an ice cold hand had clamped down onto her heart, and was giving her frostbite from the inside out.
Mira was disappointed. She hated making Mira disappointed. It stung worse than her anger.
Rumi sat on the floor in the middle of her room, the only place that was clear of debris and destroyed fragments.
Her room was a disaster.
It looked as if a tornado had ripped through the room and they were now sitting in the aftermath of that storm. Which was not entirely metaphorical.
Fabric had been ripped to thin strips of thread and wool scrapes. The nightstands on either side of the bed lay on their sides, legs splintered and smashed against the wall.
Glass glittered across the floor from where she had thrown the picture frames back.
Photos crumpled against the floor swimming in the glass fragments. Rumi’s mattress was propped crookedly against the box-spring. Curtain rods were bent and snapped in two. Dresser drawers had been smashed to fragments, half of Rumi’s clothing torn apart.
She always punished herself like this, when she slipped, when The Demon made her hurt the people that loved her despite her biggest personality flaw. She destroyed everything within her vicinity because she believed that was the only thing she was good at; Destruction.
The room smelt like shame, sweat and stale rut pheromones.
“Tiger Lily. Look at me.” Mira said. She was sitting across from Rumi on the floor, in the only spot that did not have destruction covering the floor. The spot on the floor where Rumi slept when she became exhausted enough.
The candle light softened Mira’s features, but she had still felt the sharpness in her gaze.
Rumi’s eyes had remained downcast when Mira asked to come in. She still hadn’t looked up fully to meet Mira’s gaze. Shame and guilt made tears prick the waterline.
Her patterns were a deep midnight blue, lazily pulsating a dull light, as her emotions furled tighter inside of her.
“Rumi, eyes please.” Mira said, softer than the first command.
Rumi looked then, her irises shimmered a small guilty violet hue. Tears had already started to fall.
“I…I didn’t mean to. I’m, I’m sorry Mira, I really am.” Rumi’s voice had come out too small in the destruction of the bedroom. The words echoed oddly against the wall. Her voice bounced back, it sounded like Rumi, but was laced with something…otherworldly.
Mira held Rumi’s gaze for a painstakingly long moment. A fresh wave of guilt rushed in like a tsunami.
“Rumi.” Mira had begun, her voice deadly calm, but Rumi had sensed the spike of Mira’s heartbeat, the way fear still lived under her ribs.
“I love you, I want you safe, you know that, even if your Demon tries to say otherwise.” Mira had let out a slow breath, then took in an even slower inhale as she gathered her calm for the next few words.
“What you…no, what your Demon told you to do, could have hurt Zoey worse than it already had. When I checked her pulse…it was.” Mira’s throat tightened. Then relaxed as she forced a swallow.
“It was barely above resting. She couldn’t get off the couch. I had to bring her to the hospital.”
Rumi hadn’t asked for more details; she had already imagined the questions and the beating around the bush Mira had to have done to get the questions to cease.
Rumi began to look down again, but Mira’s hand tilted her head back up, two fingers hooked under her chin; not allowing Rumi to look away.
“Who do you listen to? When things are becoming too much? Or if things are moving too quickly?” Mira said, her voice wavered fearing what the answer may be before it’s said.
Rumi swallowed nervously, tears still fell in uneven droplets. “You.” She’d said, voice hoarse with regret and shame. “I didn-“ she began again.
“I know. I know.” Mira interjected. “I know you didn’t mean to Rumi. But you also didn’t listen when I said enough, when I tugged the collar. You kept going, even when Zoey told you to stop.”
Mira fell silent for a moment, allowing the words to have room to breathe; her eyes searched Rumi’s in the quiet. Remorse and guilt danced behind Rumi’s eyes as tears continued to well.
“I’m not saying this to make you feel guiltier than you already do.” Mira said softly, her thumb brushed gently against Rumi’s jaw, she could feel the muscle clenched in Rumi's cheek.
Rumi had let out a wet huff of breath that was almost a laugh.
“It sure feels like it.” She muttered. Eyes glassy as she continued to hold eye contact with Mira.
“I understand, but I’m telling you, because I love you, and I love Zoey, I want both of you safe.” Mira’s other hand came up then, and cupped it around Rumi’s other cheek.
“We have rules in place so these things don’t happen, do you remember what you promised me?” Mira asked, the edge smoothed over with something gentler.
Rumi nodded. “That when you or Zoey say stop, I stop.”
“And if you didn’t?”
“That you’d stop me.” Rumi whispered, the shame still weavied around her words.
Mira brushed a tear away from Rumi’s cheek. “Always, I always will. And when I stop you, you come back. No matter how far The Demon pushed you under.”
“I feel like a monster. I feel like Him.” Rumi whispered. The guilt had crept further up her spine.
Mira had shook her head, her hands still cupped at Rumi’s jaw.“Monsters don’t lock themselves away for days on end when they’re scared of themselves. Monsters don’t panic because they almost went too far. Monsters don’t sit here shaking and asking, ‘What if I hurt you?’ They just do it. And, you are absolutely nothing like Him, Rumi. You never will be.”
Mira paused a moment to take a breath, it was more natural, her chest fully expanded with the inhale.
“You always come back to me, to Zoey, even when The Demon is bullying you. You still come back, even if it takes more coaxing on some tries. You are not your Demon, Rumi. You just happen to share a body with it.”
Rumi’s laugh had come out small, still pained at the edges. Mira brushed another tear away, her thumb mindlessly traced lazily over a pattern that blinked gently across Rumi’s cheekbone.
“We’re still learning, we’re still making rules as we go. That doesn’t make you a monster, that’s the part that makes you human Little Lynx. And if some rules don’t work anymore, we make new rules, we keep practicing, we keep learning. Progress isn’t linear, Ember, there’ll be days when things could get bad, maybe worse, but never the worst-case nightmare scenario.”
She paused, her eyes closed as she settled, then opened them again, her gaze a little harder; the words had weight on her tongue.
“But, if it does become so bad that we can’t keep one another safe…I walk away Rumi.”
Rumi flinched, the thought of Mira leaving hurt worse than anything The Demon had spat at her.
“You-you’d leave?” Rumi asked, words shaky. Her patterns flared hotter than they had in days. The sensation they caused, made Rumi dizzy, the room titled fractionally at the edges.
“Yes Rumi. I take Zoey and we leave. It is not because I don’t love you, I do, so fiercely, but it’s because that is the only option where everyone makes it out alive.”
Their breathing synced together for a moment, one heart was calm and steady, while the other was a little frantic and guilty. Mira continued.
“I’m not afraid of you Rumi, I am not naive, I’m not following a Succubus blindly down an alleyway. We are nowhere near a situation where me and Zoey leave. You have been doing your best, even when your Demon tries to suffocate you. You keep trying, you keep putting the work in, you keep showing up. Those things matter.”
Mira took in another shaky breath, her words still held steady, but had become wobbly at the edges as tears started to well in her eyes.
“We say when we are scared, we say when we are angry or upset, we say when things become too much, even if your Demon likes to twist the words into something different. You’re more than just a Demon. You’re my Tiger Lily. I love you.”
Rumi allowed the words to sink in, relief washed over her like a tub filling with warm water. Her patterns glowed a soft lilac as the warmth continued to flow over her. Tears pricking her eyes for a different reason.
Mira isn’t here because it's an obligation. Mira isn’t here out of pity.
Mira was here because she was choosing to be.
“I love you too, so much that it hurts.” Rumi said through a sniffle.
Mira inched closer, and leaned in to meet Rumi’s lips. The kiss was warm, deep and present. Their tears mingled, Rumi tasted the salt of it on her lip. The Demon tried to surge. To take more than what was being offered but she shoved it away, forced herself to be gentle, gentle for Mira.
Rumi surrendered under Mira’s weight, her presence. Mira’s hands fell from Rumi’s jaw, her arms had wrapped around Rumi’s shoulders. Rumi’s hands came to settle on Mira’s waist, she had pulled her closer, but had not smothered.
“We’re gonna have to go to IKEA for a whole new bedroom huh?” Rumi whispered, humor brushed the words at the edges.
Mira had laughed, it was small but real. Her eyes crinkled, creased at the corners. “Oh most definitely.” She said, as she kissed Rumi again.
“Zoey’s gonna want to lay in every single bed display saying “Oooo this one, no wait actually THIS one!”, and then eat the Swedish Meatballs in them, promising she won’t make a mess, but she absolutely will.” Rumi said, the knot in her chest loosened.
“Then the store would turn into that SCP version and trap us for eternity.” Mira joked, she’d rolled her eyes at the memory of Zoey’s SCP infographic videos she had forced them to binge.
“Zoey would die happy. Horror, survival game while you scavenge for food. Very Zoey-core.” Rumi said, another laugh spilled out. Still pressed close to Mira.
When they finally pulled away, the room thrummed with electricity, raw emotion surging between them. For once, even if for only a brief moment, The Demon stayed caged.
The room had been rebuilt stronger, to hold the rules that they had precariously built through trial and error.
The only thing that still had not been rebuilt was Rumi’s belief that she was not a monster. Because she believed that she would always be a monster.
—
Ever since that incident months ago, and the heart to heart she had with Mira in the destruction of her room; when her ruts ended, she’d paid special attention to their needs. She would tend to their every whim. Every beacon call.
Bringing them their snacks during movie nights. Making the popcorn and being sure to bring Zoey her favourites; sour gummy worms and peach rings. While Mira’s favourites; dark chocolate with raspberry, and double stuffed Oreo’s.
She would make them hot chocolate.
Zoey would ask for two packets and warmed chocolate milk to make it extra chocolatey. While for Mira she would add whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.
She would be extra gentle with them when it came to physical contact. Giving gentle kisses, rubbing their feet and shoulders.
She always made sure Zoey got to be the little spoon in their cuddle piles, and that Mira got a back massage every other night.
Zoey had joked, calling her their little “Hellion Express Service.”
Rumi understood that having to please a succubus three days out of every month was exhausting and always a dangerous job.
Because; some days she would still have slips, The Demon would still surge and try to devour. Especially during the waxing phase and the beginning of the waning phases.
The Demon still loved to test the boundaries of Mira’s rules and structure, before becoming sluggish during the wane.
She still felt like a terrible girlfriend, because The Demon still slipped, still snarled, still caused harm even when she didn’t mean to. But it was still never enough for Mira to walk away.
Mira and Zoey had reassured her on numerous occasions that she was not a problem to solve, that she was not somebody that needed to be fixed just so they could love the parts that could be controlled.
They knew what they had gotten themselves into when they learned about Rumi’s Demon. That they loved every part of her. Even the part that scared them.
That they were all still learning how to manage The Demon that took up residency where her soul should have been. That they had rules in place to keep them all safe.
She followed those rules like scripture. When Mira tugged she came back. When someone said stop; she stopped. The rules were a safety that The Demon loathed, but Rumi craved.
—
On the last night of last month's rut, they had done a movie night and “expert level” research on her Demon. While ‘Jennifer’s Body’ played in the background, Zoey thought it would give more insight.
Zoey had called the movie, “Valid academic research.”
Zoey searched the internet feverishly as Rumi was curled and exhausted in Mira’s lap, head resting against her shoulder. Her hips thrusting lazily against Mira’s thigh every so often. A little tingle surging then dying away after she chased it. It had become more habit than a need at that point in the rut.
Most of the articles had given things they already knew or had learned the hard way.
Temptation, super speed and strength, shapeshifting, seduction and mental and emotion manipulation, and dream manipulation.
“I’m still sorry about infiltrating your dreams.” Rumi murmured when the room went still for a moment.
Zoey glanced up, half a smirk. “It was…an interesting experience, my brain felt like soup for hours after.”
Zoey continued her research, still finding things they already knew. Until Zoey had stumbled upon something that made Rumi’s blood run cold.
Half-breeds live a double life, making them unpredictable and dangerous; the consciousness of a human, while the soul is inhabited by a demon. The duality of this nature caused many half-breeds to have guilt and shame around who they were deep down.
The dangerous and unpredictable landed in her chest like an anvil. Crushing her ribs and making it hard to breathe. Because that’s exactly what she was. That was exactly how she felt. The guilt and the shame lives in her just as much as The Demon did. Some days she did not know if she was a girl or a beast.
Another article had pulled that Succubi, half breed or full- did not get their menstrual cycles, rather a lunation cycle that followed the moon's phases, from new moon and back; each phase a different struggle.
The new moon; She was at her weakest and most vulnerable. Her features would recede back into the illusion of just a normal human girl. No horns, meant no headaches. No claws, meant no gashes or pin pricks.
Her tail would fuse back into her sacrum, only leaving a tiny bump where the tip still pressed below the surface of her skin. She was at least thankful for that, because the very first time had been agonizing. Now; still painful and disorienting from the pressure of the tail pushing through. The break itself was usually painless.
Her fangs were still present, but not to their full glory. Her eyes flickered a dying ember glow of indigo, the only thing truly giving her away.
She would sleep for fourteen hours a day, and stay up all night. She would cry over the most ridiculous things; over a squirrel that forgot where it left its acorn, or crying over literal spilled milk. The Demon was quiet then, curled behind her ribs. Nothing more than a low frequency vibration that normal humans felt, not heightened awareness, no heightened anything. Just…
A normal girl full of hatred and self-loathing.
She’d shudder in Zoey and Mira’s arms. Saying that she was scared that if they told her to stop, that one day she wouldn’t. That she would end up hurting them. That she could end up killing them if The Demon fully took over.
When it wasn’t The Demon telling her lies and twisting her thoughts; her human mind would pick up the slack. Feeding her full of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios.
The waxing moon; would begin the steady climb towards her rut. Her powers would crest higher, lunar energy filling her cup, her body and demon drinking it in greedily.
The Demon would tug harder on her free will, trying to take it away, making her dangerous and highly unpredictable. Her urges to indulge and let go; grew stronger. The Demon selling her the urges like prized possessions; with honeyed words, while twisting the bargain in its favour.
The Demon would whisper praise fueling her with a Hellish confidence and defiance. That defiance made it harder to control her some days. The Demon would push viciously against Mira’s words, disobeying and grinning at the collar tugs; drinking in their fear like the cruel thing it was. The Demon would throttle her, making it harder for her to surface back until it’s almost too late.
That’s the part that scared her the most. The part of her that was just like her Father. No remorse and full of cruelty. That she would one day fall too far into her Demon, and it would consume her.
The full moon; the three nights of the month where her lust overrode everything except the urge to take and devour. Sexual tension vibrating her entire body, the need for releases and sexual gratification making her a walking fuck machine. Her body would fully transform, horns at max spike, fangs bulky and thick in her mouth. Tail full extension and always painful before breaking the skin.
It was especially draining because she could go multiple rounds in one night.
Lust peaking; before, during and after each full moon.
Some months she had locked herself in her room for those three days, just so she could give Zoey and Mira a break. Just so she wouldn’t have the chance to hurt them again.
They would try to come into the room to offer help, saying that they trust her, that she’s a good girl, but she would refuse. Saying she can handle it on her own.
Her room always smelt thick with musk, sweat and sexual tension after those three days.
Her room would be torn apart.
The comforter would have millions of claw marks and tatted strips of fabric, lying across the ground like sad confetti, papers scattered across the floor, a few trinkets knocked off the nightstand from the vibration of the bed frame hitting the wall.
She’d humped whatever available surface she could find.
Blankets, towels, Zoey and Mira’s sweatshirts, her pillows, anything she could rub against. Her favourite spot was the corner of the bed, closest to the wall.
She would ball Mira and Zoey’s sweatshirts up underneath her arms, pulling them close to her face. Inhaling their scent as she thrust against the bed.
The act of her self gratification was never enough, merely a coping mechanism. But she was too scared that she would lose control again.
The waning moon; would push her towards the downward tilt of becoming more emotional, lethargic and broody. The demon would grow lazier, sulking in its metaphorical corner as the pull of lunar energy dwindled. She’d sit in the dark of rooms for hours, curled in a ball as her tail lashed back and forth. Thoughts dark and negative.
She would sit on the ledge on the roof of the apartment complex, legs dangling over the edge as she contemplated everything wrong in the world. Her being the number one answer every time.
Then the new moon would hit again, starting the cycle all over again. It was exhausting.
The articles had never said anything about dual convergent moon phenomena. This was a brand new experiment she was not ready to test the hypothesis of, but she had no other choice than to be the test subject.
—
This full moon felt extremely different.
Tonight was a Super Blood Moon; the internet had told them that this moon was extremely rare. That this alignment didn’t happen as frequently and needed to have precise circumstances.
The weeks leading up to this Super Blood Moon had been extremely difficult and her own personal Hell.
Her usual features had not grown in this month. Which made everybody confused.
There had been no pulling of flesh, no aching in her teeth as they grew in. Her claws came out, but they were shorter and duller than usual. The tail stayed rooted behind her tailbone. The only thing that was still consistent was the need to release the pressure behind her groin, it made her restless. Hungry.
Her lust carving its path into her before the moon was at its first quarter.
“Maybe your Demon is on vacation.” Zoey had joked from across the couch, feet curled up underneath her.
“It most definitely is not, she’s been pacing more than usual.” Mira had countered, as she watched Rumi carve a trench into the floor.
“I don’t understand, I still feel…hungry. Like I want to…ya’know.” Rumi said, her fists balled to keep from touching herself.
She had paced for so long, that it was becoming unbearable, that she lowered herself down against her favourite spot, right between the armrest and the wall.
A sheet had taken up residency on the arm rest. To protect the fabric, and to make things a little less obvious that there was a giant patch of friction beaten into the armrest.
If Zoey or Mira tried to sit near that spot she’d growl at them; accidentally baring her fangs, having already marked her territory by scent and possession alone.
Mira had coaxed Rumi down off the edge, with gentle words and simple commands.
“Rumi, Tiger Lily…look at me.” Mira said feather light, as she sat next to Rumi.
Rumi growled on instinct, the scent of Mira making the room tilt around her, causing her hunger and want to surge. Her hips rocked harder into the couch. Mira coaxed again; more demand this time, but still gentle with care.
“Rumi, eyes.” Mira said more firmly. This time Rumi looked, her eyes full of dangerous lust. Her eyes were glowing a vibrant violet, The Demon’s hunger still coursing through her, trying to reach release but failing.
A low grumbling whimper escaped Rumi as Mira held her gaze.
“It…hurts Mira.” The words coming out in a small, helpless whine. “Nothing is helping. I’m…I’m scared. This moon is already bad and it’s not even full yet.” Rumi continued on, her hips still thrusting against the arm of the couch.
“I want you and Zoey so badly, but I don’t want to hurt either of you again, I don’t want to hear another bone snap.” Rumi mumbled into the couch, a shudder running through her at remembering the sound of bone breaking under her grip.
Mira’s hand came up, cupping Rumi's jaw lightly. “We will get through it Lynx, we have our rules and tools ready for it. You don’t have to lock yourself away again. You won’t hurt anyone.” Mira said, her voice like velvet as she brushed her thumb over the line of Rumi’s jaw.
The growl ebbed into a purr, The Demon yielding just slightly; allowing her to be soft, as she leaned into Mira’s hand.
—
That had been last week, but now she was on the verge of the rare full moon, shaking and terrified as she paced the stretch of rug.
The moon's energy was volatile, Rumi could feel it throughout her body. Her lust climbed up and down her spine, every bone in her body aching, every muscle tense and knotted.
She just wanted release, wanted to ease the pain in her groin, wanted to fuck anything and everything just to make the throbbing stop.
She wanted Mira and Zoey the most.
Find them, drain them, take them under, you know you want to. The Demon pressed up against her ribs, her body thrumming harder with desperate ache.
Rumi continued to pace ignoring The Demon, and her phone that was left abandoned on the nightstand.
The unread message from Mira lit a small square on the ceiling in the dark.
Mira had texted saying that they are here if she needs them. Rumi had swiped the message away. She didn’t want to need them, she didn’t want to hurt Zoey again.
The thought of Zoey’s wrist in the brace flared again. The sound and feeling of bone popping and snapping echoed in her skull. Zoey’s desperate plea, that Rumi was hurting her. She heard the cry, she heard Zoey’s fear in that moment. The Demon had pushed her under the water of her own consciousness. She almost hadn’t come back.
The way Mira had yanked the collar, like pulling her up from drowning. The tug left a phantom sensation on her neck. She rubbed the spot the leather had chaffed.
She pushed the thoughts away, before the guilt and shame could consume her further. Before she started feeling like Him.
She knew the collar and leash were to make sure she could be pulled back from the edge if The Demon became insatiable. It was supposed to be a safety net. It felt more like control without explicitly saying it was. But the collar and leash had worked numerous times before.
Rumi trusted Mira’s judgement. Mira was the only one The Demon fully yielded too.
Her whole body suddenly started to hum with a full body ache, nerves firing off; amplifying every little thing that was wrong in her body.
She grunted in pain from the ache, breaths coming out in quick shallow pants. She was trying and failing to breathe through the growing pains of her transformation that was long overdue.
The moon’s glow cut her cheekbones into sharper contrast. Normally her features were supple and rounded, a soft protuberance of cheekbone that sat slightly lower on her face. Now the bones angled higher, cutting upwards in a sharp diagonal arch.
Her teeth began to throb, like each one had grown a tiny heart inside the dentin.
Her incisors were shorter and slightly smaller, sharpening to that of a needle’s tip; while the canines grew longer, a little thicker; razor pointed in their sharpness. The blood moon enhanced her need for that sweet iron tang of a person's life force.
Her fangs took their form, the tips jutting outwards slightly, her tongue rubbed against them, massaging them uselessly.
The need to masticate caused her mouth to salivate, a slick of drool escaped the corner of her mouth.
Rumi fished out a teething ring from the nightstand drawer.
“This is so stupid.” She thought as she started to gnaw against the squishy silicone. The gnawing helped. She let out a satisfied groan as the throb downgraded to a dull ache.
Her horns surged upwards, thicker and longer than they normally grew. The pressure of bone and cartilage reforming caused a thunderclap headache to rumble across the top of her skull. She groaned in pain, hands bolting upwards to massage her temples.
The skin stretched as the horns sprouted to a medium length just above her temples, the curve sweeping backwards as they curled upwards, slightly reminiscent of wild goat horns. The base was ridged then gradually smoothed out as it reached the tip. The soft keratin quickly hardened as it touched the air.
Once fully formed, the tips reflected the moon's red glow, making them look saturated in blood. A deep violet glistened under the rest of the moon's glow.
A buzzing sensation started just above her glutes. An uncomfortable pain shot through the base of her spine, causing her legs to tingle with pins and needles.
She braced her palms against the wall as the skin started to stretch. Her breathing skittered, halted then skittered again. She grit her teeth, eyebrows furrowing, nose scrunching into a snarl as the pressure rippled through her lower body.
She could feel her tailbone beginning to unfuse and separate, cartilage lancing and expanding between the sutures.
Tendon and muscle pulling and reshaping as the projection of bone poked outwards. It was like a beetle had burrowed under her skin, and was desperately trying to escape.
Her vision swam as she tried to breathe through the building pressure, tiny black dots snowed into her vision as the pressure grew hotter, the base of her spine pinpricking into one immediate point.
Then with a sudden, almost painless pop of flesh and bone, the appendage had formed at the base of her spine; the part that immediately left her body was about the circumference width of her forearm, a thick anchoring base. As it grew longer it became more slender, sleeker until the tip formed into a pointed arrowhead.
Her tail curled inquisitively, brushing lightly at the rug as it swayed.
She had barely taken half a breath when an overwhelming flash seething pain began to claw its way down the back of her ribs and spine.
The pain is so immense; that she crumples to the floor, knees buckling, hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. A few rouge tears fall from her eyes, the pain unbearable.
A slew of curses escape her between sobs.
Her muscles convulse and spasm as flesh, bone and cartilage re-direct themselves to burst outwards.
The sensation felt as if hot embers had been pressed directly against her lungs. The heat made it feel like her skin was melting away as if she were covered in molten metal.
She could feel her bones breaking, tendons snapping and cartilage rearranging, as pointy razor-like protrusions started to poke through her skin like serrated spindles.
She grit her teeth harder as the skin grew tauter around the two tubercles that jutted out, the epidermis stretching like leather over a tanning rack.
A low guttural snarl escaped her throat as the burn turned into a scalding boil. She brought her hands to her face as she keeled over, a wave of nausea plowing through her. Her stomach coiled as she fought the urge to vomit. Her breathing ragged and shunted as wings rip and tear through soft flesh.
The sound of flesh and muscle tearing, popping, and redistributing is disorienting as the pain continues to knife up and down the length of her spine, the room begins to sway violently like a ship lost in a storm.
She arches backwards, a strangled gasp leaves her mouth as leathery, black, bat-like wings erupt from her back, the air in the room cool against the raw flesh. The new skin twitches as they settle.
She unfurls, flapping them gently; once, then twice, the soft breeze scattering the papers that were stacked across her night stand.
Her nails sculpted themselves into thin dagger-like claws, when she flexed her fingers, they sheathed and unsheathed. She was able to control their length with ease.
This part was the least painful.
“Fuck.” She wheezes, as she braces against the floor on hands and knees, shaking slightly as her muscles remember how to work.
Her breathing was shallow, sweat dripping down her neck, gliding between the crevice of her breasts. A thin film coated her forehead and the back of her nape.
She had never transformed like this before.
During a supermoon, her horns and fangs grew bigger making her features sharper and more angular; her tail swishing restlessly.
While blood moons made her fangs and claws longer, sharper and stronger, the need for blood was irresistible; tail coiling around her leg, fighting the urge to pin Zoey or Mira with her tail so she could drink.
But, she had never sprouted wings; this was something new she never knew she could do.
The articles had said half-breeds weren’t supposed to have wings, maybe she wasn’t as half as she thought.
Normally during regular lunations; her fangs would ache, tiny little heartbeats in her mouth. Zoey would shove teething-toys into her hands, and kiss her forehead, while calling her Grumbly Cub.
Zoey allowed Rumi to gnaw gently on her shoulder when the teething rings couldn’t do her justice. While her tail caressed lightly up the length of Zoey’s leg. Mira would watch to make sure Rumi didn’t go rougher, she’d give gentle praises as Rumi kept her bites soft.
She would get dull migraines as the horns formed arched spikes on her forehead, making Rumi agitated and volatile from the continuous throb in her head.
Mira would press ibuprofen into her palms and make sure all the lights were dimmed, while massaging the bumps gently, combing her fingers through Rumi’s hair in a grounding soothing motion.
Mira kept her present during that time, keeping her agitation subdued from the release of ache that throbbed through her skull. Keeping The Demon caged while Rumi was soothed in a different way.
But this was not a normal lunation. This was a Supermoon lunation with enhanced energy from the Blood moon.
She caught her breath, then looked toward the sky.
It had risen higher, plumper than it was an hour ago. The pale pinkish-red from before now a deep blood red.
She could feel the thrum of the moon's energy course through her. The Demon becomes more restless and hungry as the night marches on.
Her clitoris was swollen, throbbing like a mini heartbeat; as the overwhelming sensation of lust washes over her.
She can feel herself getting wetter as The Demon continues to paint explicit images in her head of Mira and Zoey.
The images send a tingle down her spine, heat pooling low in her pubic area.
She bits her lip, her hand unintentionally moving to squeeze one of her nipples. A hungry moan escapes her.
But she doesn’t want to bother them.
She doesn’t want to hurt them.
She slowly stands, her wings drape over her shoulders like twin capes. Her tail lashes back and forth, a soft swish as it grazes the floor.
The lust is so overwhelming; that all she can think about is releasing the tension in her groin.
Rumi lowers herself onto the corner of her mattress, the contact alone making her moan. She hadn’t even taken her underwear off, the need for self gratification was too powerful.
She grinds against the mattress, her breathing coming in short, quick gasps. Her claws dig into the foam, shredding the comforter and creating little pin pricks. Her hips thrust harder and faster against the bed. Her grunts become more laboured and louder as she chases after the release.
Heat pooling low in her abdomen and swirling in her chest as she whimpers Zoey and Mira’s names.
If she can just do it herself she won’t have to beg them.
You can’t, you need them. The Demon growled again. Reminding her of what she was. She pushed The Demon away.
She’s still chased to reach her climax, when a knock thumps against the wood grain of the door. Mira’s voice comes from behind the door, a little muffled through the wood.
“Tiger Lily, are you okay? We heard grunting…we know it’s…” Mira’s voice is laced with concern. Trailing off before finishing the sentence.
Rumi barely registers her voice, too busy chasing her own pleasure, she’s so focused on thrusting her hips harder against the firm mattress. She doesn’t hear the door.
The door creaks open.
“Rumi… you hadn’t answered my text, are you…” Mira’s voice drops off as the door opens.
Rumi turns toward the door, her pupils dialed back into cat-like slits, shimmering a bright violet. Wings twitching and tail swaying viciously. Her face flushed, fangs poking out from underneath her lip as they are upturned into a snarl, chest heaving as her hips rock against the bed.
The soft chime of the collar and leash reaches Rumi then, the glint of silver twinkling near Mira’s hand as the metal catches the moon light.
Mira and Zoey stood in the open doorway.
Bewilderment etched across their features.
They had seen Rumi’s patterns glow when she was aroused, when she was angry or when she was overwhelmed with excitement.
They had seen her fangs grow into little spikes at the tips of her teeth, and the little nubs that would protrude from her forehead, like goat horns. They had seen the way her tail quivers when she’s excited over her favourite movie.
They had never seen Rumi like this.
Zoey let out a small whimper, as she bit her bottom lip. Mira’s breathing hitched, her heart skittering, as they took in Rumi’s true form.
A Succubus in all its glory; horns, fangs, claws, tail & wings.
The image flashed through her mind like a lightning strike; a tall horned figure looming in the doorway, wings stretched beyond the doorframe, evil emanating from every ounce of being. No remorse. No guilt. No shame.
All Demon. All Cruelty. All Chaotic Evil.
She was just like Him in this moment.
Rumi scrambled away from the corner she was grinding against. Her clit continued to throb, her underwear soaked and warm against her. Her tail tucked under herself in embarrassment.
She wrapped her wings around herself trying to hide the flare of embarrassment that crawled up her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. Her tail coiled around her calf and gave an anxious squeeze.
“Don’t look at me!…I’m a monster! Just like Him!” Her voice trembled as she backed herself into the wall. Tail coiling tighter as guilt threads through her.
Her wings wrapped tighter around herself, creating a leathery cocoon.
“I’m..I’m..I don’t know! I’ve never transformed like this before.” The words crumble as she feels a prick of tears edge the waterline. She wipes them away frantically with the heel of her palm.
The embarrassment smoldering in her ribs, fanning the flame of guilt and shame hotter in her stomach. Her tail coils tighter, like a snake around a tree branch.
She didn’t want them to see her like this.
She didn’t want to hurt them.
She didn’t want to scare them more than she had done before.
Her true form was even scaring herself, she knew what she’s done, she knew what she was, but she was only half breed. Half breeds didn’t transform like…like this!
She didn’t want to become her father.
Becoming her father was always her biggest fear, only taking and taking without remorse. That is what scared her the most.
She burrowed deeper into the pocket she created with her wings.
“I’m sorry, I thought…maybe if I just stayed in here…I didn’t want to bother you guys...I was too rough last time…Zoey still has bruises…” The words kept coming, the embarrassment coiling tight around her chest. Tears continued to crest the waterline. The guilt flaring brightly in time with her patterns.
“Wow…Rumi…you-you’re beautiful.” Zoey whispers, excitement threading through her words. “And you’re definitely not a monster.”
Rumi senses the energy shift, before she can smell it. Her tail loosens a fraction from around her calf.
Rumi had expected anger, rage, frustration, betrayal even. She had already kept her Demon side hidden from them once before, fearing they would hate her for who she truly was. This transformation felt like another secret she didn’t know she was harbouring.
This was different, Zoey’s voice was gentle, coaxing, no anger or fear behind the words. Why? She felt hideous, dangerous, and aroused. The feelings conflicted in her mind.
The scent hit Rumi then, sweet lotus blossoms, tinged with sage smoke and the softness of teak.
Zoey was aroused.
Rumi could smell it emanating off of Zoey’s body.
The smell of Zoey caused the heat of Rumi’s lust to swirl harder in her pelvis. Her patterns pulsated in time with her frantic heart. Her tail uncoiled from around her leg, and flicked around, quivering at the scent.
Her wings unravel from around her figure. Shock, curiosity and thick arousal replacing the guilt, shame and embarrassment.
Zoey stood closer than she had been expecting, eyes filled with amazement and anticipation. Zoey’s hands were open in front of her, palms outstretched towards Rumi’s wings.
Rumi’s gaze flicked to Zoey’s wrist, looking for the brace that had lived there a week ago. Rumi flinched her wing back as Zoey reached.
“Hey.” Zoey whispered, noticing where Rumi’s sight landed. “It’s all better, see.” Zoey flexed her wrist, stretching and rolling the joint like she was a hand model. The pain from before wasn’t rippling her features like it had a few weeks ago, the brace was now gone.
“I’m okay, we’re okay, Toffee Tiger.”
Rumi’s fingers twitched. She wanted to grab Zoey, wanted to feel her heat against her body. To wrap her tail around Zoey’s waist and not let go. But she resisted.
Mira had caught the micro-movement when Zoey reached out. The fear that crested Rumi’s face when Zoey had strayed too close, the way Rumi was trying to practice restraint, a restraint that was already fragile and breaking further.
It made Mira’s chest twist. She could feel Rumi’s allure, she wanted Rumi, wanted to help. She clutched the collar tighter in her hand.
Mira drifted further into the room, she wasn’t as close as Zoey, but she gravitated toward the middle of the room.
Mira’s expression was unreadable in the dark of the room. The red light obscuring her features.
Mira’s scent drifted in under Zoey’s.
Soothing rosewood on the top layer, while velvety notes of cardamom and cherries waltzed in after it.
Mira was also aroused.
Rumi looked between them, pupils constricting; confusion mingling with her own arousal. Tail quivering uncontrollably as their scents swirled around her, almost dizzyingly so.
“You…you aren’t mad?” Rumi whispered, gaze still on Zoey’s wrist, then flicking briefly to the collar in Mira’s hand, then settling back onto Zoey’s face.
Rumi’s hand crept helplessly up her abdomen to cup her own breast, squeezing it despite herself. Her lust pulled harder. Her clit throbbing in time with her frantic pulse.
She wanted them.
She needed them.
Take them in. The Demon cooed.
The movement had been involuntary, her arousal subconsciously controlling her movements while her mind tried to find the words.
“Why would we be?” Zoey asked, as she stepped closer. Her finger tips finally grazed the downward arch of Rumi’s wings.
The sensation made Rumi shudder, her tail slowly slithered forward to caress Zoey’s thigh, a grumbling whimper reverberated deep in her chest. The skin was still a little raw and entirely too new.
“Because I hurt you, I broke you. Mira yelled at me like she was scared of me.” Rumi blurts out, fighting hard to cut through the arousal.
“I wasn’t scared of you, I was scared for you, there’s a difference.” Mira says calmly from behind Zoey.
The scent of Zoey intensified as she continued to step closer; drawing Rumi in like a shark to blood.
Zoey’s fingers continued to trace along her wings, until her hand settled just above her breast. Zoey’s body heat mingled with Rumi’s.
It was intoxicating.
Rumi’s eyes fluttered closed as she took a deeper inhale, then opened them again.
She could see the violet glow of her own eyes being reflected back towards her through Zoey’s.
She wanted to take Zoey then and there. Wrap her wings around Zoey, and fuck her against the wall.
But she resisted begrudgingly still, her thoughts still a little confused. She couldn’t tell if Zoey was being serious or not.
“You should still be scared of me, because I’m..” Rumi waved a hand over herself. “I sprouted wings, and my horns… aren’t nubs, usually when it’s a full moon I’m …ya’know…the transformation isn’t as intense.” Her voice broke on the word ‘wing’.
“You’re ours, we love all of you Rumi. Defiant Demon and all. We aren’t scared of you, because the real you is the one shaking and trembling, saying that you’re the scared one.” Zoey said, voice thick with love and devotion to the Demon Girl that stood shaking against the wall, in fear of herself.
“I don’t deserve it, I’ve hurt you both too many times before.”
Zoey kept inching closer, fingers sinking to squeeze Rumi’s nipple.
“You deserve more than you think you do, Monarch.” Zoey said, as she gently squeezed Rumi’s erect nipple.
A groan escaped Rumi from the contact of Zoey’s touch on her nipple. Tail slowly coiling around Zoey’s thigh, claiming.
She should push Zoey away, push Mira away. Kick them out so she wouldn’t hurt them. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.
She wanted them so badly that it physically hurt.
Zoey's eyes were full of mischief, as she held Rumi’s gaze. A smirk curled up at the corner of her lips. Zoey felt Rumi’s tail coil tighter as she pinched.
“Is that your tail claiming me, or just admitting you totally can’t behave around me?” Zoey said, then bit her lip as she leaned closer.
Rumi’s cheeks burned, her throat felt thick, like it was full of cotton, but she didn’t uncoil her tail from around Zoey’s thigh. It only coiled tighter.
Zoey’s nose brushed against the crook of Rumi’s neck, breathing Rumi’s own scent in; metallic bloody sage smoke with a hint of citrus and clove; alluring and dangerous as Zoey pushed closer.
Rumi’s heart pounded against her ribs, her clit still swollen and throbbing, tail claiming Zoey, wings twitching, her patterns blinked like fairy lights set to twinkle mode. A sputtering breath left her as Zoey’s breath tickled her neck.
“You go all warm and spicy every time I breathe on your neck, and your patterns blink like a firefly. I should bottle this and label it ‘Rumi lying about being okay.”
Rumi let out a strangled noise, her breathing becoming out of sync and flustered as Zoey kept pushing.
Zoey’s hand came down, pressing against Rumi’s waist. Pulling her closer inch by inch.
Zoey’s body heat rolled over Rumi like a thick fog. She could only see what was directly in front of her, and all of it Zoey and the mischief in her eyes.
“Zoey…” Rumi whimpered, her tail coiling tighter, “I…I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“All growl and no bite Rums? Come on, look at you, begging for me. You’re not going to hurt me again, I trust you.” Zoey whispered, her breath tickling Rumi’s neck, Zoey placed a kiss over a pulsing pattern and Rumi’s knees almost buckled underneath her. Head tipping back against the wall.
The throb in her clit was beginning to feel sore and uncomfortable. She needed a release soon or she would combust.
Zoey’s scent was the only thing Rumi could smell now.
She bit her lower lip, her fangs denting the skin. Rumi pinched her other nipple, letting out a small whimper.
Rumi’s tail tip worked in small circles at the inside of Zoey’s thighs, causing goosebumps to parade across the surface of her skin.
Zoey’s arousal only intensified from that. Her scent disorienting.
“Do you want our help, Little Lynx?” Zoey whispered seductively in Rumi’s ear, voice thick and dripping with desire. She took Rumi’s free hand in hers, threading their fingers.
Zoey’s breath on her ear sent a fresh wave of lust down her spine, where it seeped into her pelvis, causing a sharper throbbing tick in her clit.
A yearning, desperate whimper escaped Rumi,
“Yes Zoey, please…” Rumi whimpered. Her wings fluttered softly before settling down against her upper back.
“Come on then, let us help you.” Zoey affirmed, leading Rumi back towards her bed, fingers still laced.
As if Zoey was leading Rumi through a shadowy valley of lust and desire.
Which in a way, she most definitely was. Rumi’s clit throbbed harder at the thought.
Zoey crawled into the bed, lying back against the pillows.
I…um…don’t move, okay?.” Rumi said, as she climbed into Zoey’s lap. Her tail flicked cautiously as she situated herself.
“Whatever you need, Sugar Glider.” Zoey said, still lying against the pillows, hands open where Rumi could see them. Zoey waited patiently for Rumi to adjust.
Rumi tented Zoey’s legs, slipping her hand to the tender flesh at the inside of Zoey’s thigh. Zoey let out a shaky breath from the contact, her arousal spiking harder at Rumi’s touch.
Rumi gently eased herself down against Zoey’s right thigh.
She immediately began thrusting against Zoey’s thigh, tiny growls reverberating in Rumi’s throat as she picked up speed, tail coiling around Zoey’s ankle for leverage. Her eyes flickering a faint violet as The Demon began to surface.
Rumi’s breasts bounced along with her grinding. Breathing hitching and snagging as the ache in her clit was finally being answered.
Rumi placed her hands over Zoey’s shoulders, claws digging into the supple skin just a little as she grinded harder against Zoey’s thigh.
A small wet spot formed as Rumi moved, slick and glistening in the moon's bloody glow.
Zoey's heart started to beat faster, her own excitement unable to contain itself.
Her hands reached up, pinching Rumi’s nipples, another growl escaped from Rumi’s throat, thick and needy.
Mira came over then, sinking down next to Zoey on the right. Mira could sense the escalation coming, making Rumi unpredictable due to the moon's phase.
“Hold on Tiger Lily.” Mira says as she settles onto the bed, the collar and leash still in her hands. “Be a good girl and let me put it on you?”
A low rumble reverberated in Rumi’s throat, her head dipping into Zoey’s shoulder, nose brushing against Zoey’s neck, no fangs yet, but they still threatened to poke out. Rumi is breathing Zoey in as she tucks her neck down, to keep the collar from slipping on.
Mira clocks the disobedience, she puts the collar on the bed, then lifts her empty hands.
“Rumi, look at me please.” Mira says gently, her hand hovering just over Rumi’s bare thigh, not quite touching.
Rumi growls again, “I don’t want it. No collar.” Rumi grumbles against Zoey’s neck, her hands still at her shoulders, her mouth still pressed to Zoey’s neck. Rumi continues to hump Zoey’s thigh.
Zoey tries to argue for Mira’s sake but Mira cuts in just as Zoey opens her mouth.
“Rumi. Look. At. Me.” Mira says again, the words firm and cutting. They ripple through the static before it can climb higher.
The words finally cut into Rumi, the flicker in her eyes dulls, as she looks over. Rumi’s grinding stalls for a fraction then continues, her eyes snapping to Mira’s, a frustrated whimper escapes Rumi.
She lifts her head away from Zoey’s neck, craning slightly to allow Mira to clip the collar around her neck.
The collar was clipped onto her neck with a metallic clink, the leash is then clipped to the loop. The chain rattles lightly as Mira adjusts the slack.
“You’re such a good girl Lynx.” Mira’s praise causes Rumi’s tail to flick in excitement around Zoey’s ankle. Rumi picks up the pace of her grind again. Tiny chuffing noises hum through the charged air.
Mira relaxes next to Zoey, leaning in against Zoey’s left shoulder. Holding the leash in her right hand.
Mira creeps a hand up, placing it over one of Rumi’s patterns that swirled around her thigh. Mira traces the outline, which causes Rumi to groan with satisfaction. Her patterns flaring a deep indigo.
Mira slips her leashed hand under Zoey’s chin, tipping Zoey’s mouth up, giving Mira the right angel to kiss Zoey.
Mira slips her tongue in, running it across Zoey’s bottom lip before biting it, then letting go with a soft pop. Mira’s other hand came away from Rumi’s thigh, landing on Zoey's breast. Mira squeezed the breast through the sports bra.
Zoey whimpered against Mira’s mouth, her hand coming up to hold Mira’s cheek.
Rumi growled unintentionally, as she rode Zoey’s thigh faster. Claiming Zoey for herself.
Mineminemine! The Demon whispered in Rumi’s ear. Claiming Zoey, becoming territorial from Mira touching her. The Demon slowly creeped towards the surface of Rumi’s consciousness.
She pushed it back down, even though she wanted to devour both of the women in her bed.
“Is my little Striped Menace jealous?” Mira coaxed, her hand returning to trace the pattern that curved inward towards Rumi’s inner thigh.
Another growl escaped Rumi, fangs barred this time as she breathed heavier, her patterns flaring brightly from Mira’s touch. Tail quivering while still wrapped around Zoey’s ankle.
“I…I need more.” Rumi whimpered, hips still thrusting against Zoey’s thigh.
“Let’s try this then.” Zoey said, pushing up against Rumi’s hips.
Rumi lifted herself off of Zoey’s thigh, then hovered, her hands still anchored at Zoey’s shoulders. Back arched slightly, her wings angled back.
Zoey slipped her fingers toward the curve of where Rumi’s clit pressed against the fabric of her underwear.
A growling whimper escaped Rumi.
“How’s that?” Zoey asked, her hand tracing wide circles, pressing more firmly. Zoey could feel the throb as she rubbed Rumi’s clit, fabric still between them.
“Fuck.” Rumi hissed, “Yes Zoey…I…I still need more.” Rumi whined. Her breathing snagged as her chest heaved. “Please Zoey…” the desperation in Rumi’s voice echoed softly through the room.
Zoey and Mira looked at each other, twin grins; one devilish and hungry, the other promising and grounding. They looked back at Rumi.
“Lie down, Rumi.” Mira said, moving to make space for her. The leash rattles lightly as she gives it more slack.
Rumi obeyed them, she laid back against the pillows. Tenting her legs automatically, anticipating.
Zoey and Mira shifted around her.
Zoey took to straddling Rumi, pressing her hips against Rumi’s. Zoey slowly began thrusting against Rumi, heat surging between their hips. Zoey settled her hands across the front of Rumi’s shoulders for stability as she rocked.
The stripes near her pubic bone flared a bright violet, they started to hum against where Zoey made contact.
Zoey smirked.
“Someone’s excited.” Zoey teased, as she leaned down to lock her lips with Rumi’s. Hips thrusting a little faster. Rumi’s breathing hitched, the throb in her groin screaming for more.
A strangled sound escaped from Rumi’s throat, then quickly turned into a groan as Zoey bit Rumi’s bottom lip, her tongue slipping in, Rumi answered in turn. Zoey took advantage and started sucking Rumi’s tongue.
Zoey absorbed the sharp moan from Rumi. Rumi bucked her hips upwards, impatiently. Clit throbbing so hard, she was sure Zoey could feel it through the fabric.
Rumi’s hands came up to settle upon Zoey’s waist, claws digging in lightly, anchoring Zoey in place as she ground harder into Rumi.
“So pretty. Such a good girl.” Mira whispered, as she laid against Rumi’s side; Mira began to carefully kiss along the slope of Rumi’s neck, each kiss tracing another stripe. Mira licked her tongue down one of the stripes, causing it to flare.
“My pretty Tigress, look at you; glowing so brightly for me and Zoey.”
Mira’s tongue on her neck and Zoey’s tongue in her mouth was intoxicating.
Rumi’s body thrummed with immense pleasure, the sensations so intense she could feel the room begin to tilt. Her abdomen and pelvic regions burned hot under the skin. Her whole body pulsed.
Mira traced her fingers along the patterns that swirled around Rumi’s breasts. Twin spirals on both, the end of the stripe lancing through Rumi’s nipples.
Mira leaned in, cupping her mouth around one, she began to suckle and nibble; while her left hand crept across Rumi’s bare chest and pinched her other nipple. Mira traced small circles around the patterns that looped the areola.
Rumi’s moan was a mix of a growl and whimper, “S-s-sensitive, please…don’t stop…I…I…need you both.” Rumi managed around Zoey’s mouth. Zoey smiled against the tremble of Rumi’s lips.
Zoey began moving down towards Rumi’s abdomen, kissing along the patterns that spiraled downwards.
Zoey licked the patterns, leaving a thin sheen of saliva down the stretch of soft abdominal flesh.
Rumi's entire body shuddered from the multiple points of contact. Her wings twitched underneath her. Her tail began to quiver again. Rumi’s clawed fingers dug into Zoey’s shoulders, pushing her down. Her fangs bit hard into her own bottom lip, she could taste blood. The taste of her own metallic crimson enhanced everything.
Taketaketake! The Demon started to hiss harshly in her ear.
Rumi’s breathing was coming in harsh jagged pulls as she began to squirm.
A continuous growl vibrating in her throat.
Mira gave the collar a very gentle tug, feeling Rumi’s restlessness. “Let Zoey help you, Ember.” Mira said around Rumi’s breast as she continued to kiss and suck, hickeys beginning to bloom on the pale flesh.
Pressure was building behind her clit, the patterns flaring brighter the closer Zoey got towards her vagina.
“You’re so worked up Rumi…this month’s moon has been torturing you.” Zoey murmured against Rumi’s inner thighs, kissing the stripes that lead upwards and circled around Rumi’s clit. “Let me and Mira make you feel better.”
Rumi’s legs trembled…”Please Zoey…I…I need you.” The words shuddered out of Rumi. A pathetic desperate beg.
Zoey and Mira’s scents intensified, their arousal sharpening due to Rumi’s begging.
“Look at you, the Mighty Demon girl, begging for her girlfriends to cage her.” Zoey said, smiling up at Rumi. The smile was nothing but sin.
“Don’t…mhh Mira…don’t…tease me Zoey, you’ll regret it.” Rumi threatened through a snarl that turned into a whimper as Zoey teasingly pressed her lips to Rumi’s clit, which was still covered by the fabric of her underwear.
“I’m sure I will, Scratch Mark.” Zoey pressed further, making Rumi squirm as she kept teasing.
Zoey pulled Rumi’s underwear off, it was saturated. Zoey dropped it to the floor, a damp thud of fabric hit the carpet with a muffled sigh.
Zoey kissed around Rumi’s area, not quite pressing where Rumi wanted her. Zoey’s eyes were locked onto Rumi’s, her eyes glistened in the crimson moon light. Her dark eyes; big, pleading and puppy-like.
Rumi’s eyes fluttered closed, her head tipping back into the pillows. More growls vibrating in her throat.
The anticipation became overwhelming as Zoey kissed around, deliberately avoiding the spot that counted most.
“Zoooeyy…Please…just fuck me.” Rumi whimpered. Tail flicking once in frustration.
Zoey hummed something against Rumi’s thigh.
“Mhhh I love making you beg Rumi, knocking my little Hellion down a notch.” Zoey murmured as she kissed the length of stripes that swirled upwards towards Rumi pelvis. The patterns flared a deep blood red as Zoey kissed them.
Rumi was ready to beg again; when Zoey’s tongue pressed against her clit. Rumi’s patterns flared hotter, swirling between red, violet, and indigo. The glow flickered and pulsed, causing Zoey's shadow to dance against the wall that faced the bed.
A moan escaped from Rumi. Her hips bucked from the press of Zoey’s tongue. Her left hand came down to push Zoey closer. Rumi’s fingers tangled into Zoey’s locks.
Zoey’s tongue swirled against Rumi’s clit so expertly that it was dizzying. Rumi’s chest heaved, her right hand dug into the comforter; her claws tearing the fabric into strips.
She could feel Zoey writing words against her. Zoey spelt her name with her tongue, each letter slower than the last. Rumi’s chest heaved harder, breathing ragged between moans.
“Fuck Zoey…yes…yes…fuuuck, im gonna cum…please…please…don’t…ahh…stop.”
Rumi’s moans became louder and more drawn out with each pass. Her fingers coiled tighter in Zoey’s hairs, pushing Zoey’s face closer.
Zoey hummed with satisfaction.
Rumi could smell Zoey’s scent increasing, growing so strong and intoxicating that Rumi could barely focus on what Mira was doing.
Rumi’s hips arched upwards, but Mira pushed them down against the bed. Holding her hips down. A silent scold. “Watch her Rumi…watch as Zoey makes you feel better.” Rumi did as she was told, watching Zoey work.
Rumi whimpered, eyes fluttering closed as her head tipped back against the pillows. Chest heaving.
Mira gave the leash a little slack as Rumi lay quivering underneath Zoey. Rumi was subdued for now.
Mira’s hand came up then, her thumb pulling Rumi’s upper lip back; examining her fangs.
“Your fangs are so big Rumi. Are they bothering you? Do you need to bite-down on something?” Mira asked, her breath warm against Rumi’s ear.
Rumi nodded, eyes dazed as she looked up at Mira, another growling moan trickling out; words were failing her as Zoey brought Rumi closer to the edge.
Mira smirked, a small huff escaping through her nose.
She lifted her shirt in one fluid motion, the fabric landing somewhere on the floor in the dark.
Mira pressed her breasts together, massaging them. “They’re so sore, won’t you help me Tiger? You’ll remember to be gentle won’t you?” Mira teased, her hand coming up to cup Rumi’s chin, angling her face up towards Mira’s.
Another whimper reverberated in Rumi’s throat, as she melted into Mira’s touch at her chin.
Mira moved her hand away from Rumi’s chin, then leaned her chest closer, her breasts inches away from Rumi’s face. Mira helped close the gap, she lifted one to Rumi’s mouth.
Rumi took her nipple in without hesitation, sucking and nibbling gently, eyes still locked on Mira’s. Dazed violet puppy-dog eyes shimmered in the moonlit room, she held Mira’s gaze.
Her long tongue wrapped around Mira’s nipple, flicking it back and forth. Rumi’s hands come up, one hand at Mira’s back, while the other is splayed across her stomach, pulling her closer.
“You’re doing so well, Tiger Lily. Stay with me, pretty girl.”
Rumi’s tail quivered at the praise from Mira. She lapped it up, humming with satisfaction as she left hickeys across the tender flesh of Mira’s chest and the ridged muscle at her shoulders.
Mira hummed her approval, a small moan slipping out as she began praising Rumi again. “You’re such a Good Girl, Tiger Lily. Being such a good listener. Being here, with me…and with Zoey”
Rumi moaned again at the praise, her tail quivering harder as her wings began to twitch.
Mira leaned her head against Rumi’s shoulder. Mira suckled at Rumi’s ear lobe, which sent another wave of pleasure through her body. Patterns buzzing like neon lights.
The smell of cherries and cardamom intensified around Mira’s throat. Rumi turned her head slightly, biting a little too hard into Mira’s neck.
Mira flinched, “Rumi…gentle please.” she didn’t scold, simply reminded Rumi, keeping The Demon in check. Giving the leash a tiny tug.
“S-sorry.” Rumi whined, her words breathless. “You just smell so good, I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“I know you will.” Mira moaned, as Rumi kissed her neck.
Rumi nipped gently, fangs still pricking Mira’s neck, Rumi brushed her tongue over the bites, healing the wound, but still leaving behind a purple bruise.
Multiple crescent shaped bruises began to emerge across Mira’s neck.
Mira straightens, kneeling beside Rumi, spreading her legs slightly, she takes Rumi’s hand in hers. Mira guides Rumi’s hand down towards her waistline.
Rumi stalls, nervously looking up at Mira, a small reflection of caution wavering onto Rumi’s features.
“Are…ahh…are you sure?” Rumi asked around a moan.
Mira responded to Rumi’s question by
snaking Rumi’s hands through the elastic of her shorts.
Rumi gently began to rub Mira’s clit with her index and middle finger. Receding her claws back so she wouldn’t hurt Mira.
“Mmh that’s it Rumi, you’re being so gentle with me. Look at me Rumi.” Mira whispers, placing her hand under Rumi’s chin, fingers splayed. Mira’s thumb rests just below Rumi’s bottom lip; while her other fingers fan across her jawline and throat.
Rumi’s eyes lock onto Mira’s, Rumi’s eyes shimmering a deeper indigo.
“Are you still with me, Tiger Lily?” Mira asks gently. “If it becomes too much you tell me.” Mira’s voice was like silk wrapped in velvet, her breathing hitching as Rumi continued to draw circles on Mira’s clit.
“Just… stay…” a moan slips out, eyes fluttering closed, brow slightly furrowing, fangs peeking out and glinting in the moon drunk room, as Zoey hits an extra sensitive spot. “With me, Mira. As long as you’re here, I can trust myself.” Rumi breathes, eyes half lidded as she looks up at Mira again, another moan etches through the words. The leash slack between them.
Mira smirks, moving her hand up from Rumi’s chin to cup her cheek, then up again to stroke Rumi’s horn, Mira closes her fingers around it to remain steady.
“Look at Zoey wrecking you, Tigress, you’re so beautiful like this.”
Rumi’s fingers slipped across Mira’s clit with gentle ease, Mira’s wetness soaking Rumi’s fingers, slightly dripping down the length of them.
Rumi slid two fingers into Mira, causing a breathless sigh to escape Mira’s nostrils.
“Fuck…Rumi…that’s it, good girl…just like that…fuck…don’t…mmm…stop.” Mira moans, her brow furrowing as Rumi thrusts her fingers in and out.
Mira’s back arches slightly as her head tips back, dark pink hair cascading down her back. Mira’s other hand grips tighter to Rumi’s horn. Her leashed hand comes up and rests against Rumi’s hip.
Mira thrust her hips against Rumi’s fingers. Rumi can smell Mira’s climax coming. Her patterns pulse harder, glowing a soft orchid color. Rumi thrusts her hand faster, using her thumb to rub Mira’s clit in time with her fingers as they pump in and out of Mira.
“You’re so perfect, look at you…fuck Rumi, I’m gonna…”
Mira came into Rumi's hand. Rumi’s tail quivered and twitched as warmth spread across her hand.
“Rumi…”
Rumi could feel Mira clench around her fingers, the aftershocks shuddering through Mira's body, her hips bucked slightly.
Breath shaking as Rumi pulled her hand out of Mira’s shorts.
Rumi brought her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking them, lapping up all of Mira’s release.
Mira’s cum tasted like strawberries coated in sugar. The smell of Mira’s climax drove Rumi mad. Rumi’s eyes flashed a deeper indigo, her tail thrashed, wings twitching slightly. A small snarl escaped her throat. Hunger weaving deeper into her, The Demon pushing against the surface.
Moremoremore Little Spark, take all of her. The Demon cooed in her mind, clawing just under the surface of Rumi’s consciousness.
Her pupils slit thinner, than dilated, irises shrinking as the indigo flashes deeper, hungrier, and needier.
She wanted more of Mira.
Rumi’s clawed hand shot up and wrapped around Mira’s throat, a rough squeeze to keep Mira in place.
Mira didn’t flinch, she knew that’s what The Demon wanted, to feed off the fear along with the arousal. Mira kept her voice silken as she said Rumi’s name.
“Rumi.” Mira said softly, a small tug at the collar, to regain control. Mira could see The Demon surging at the taste of her.
Rumi loosened her grip to allow Mira to move. Pupils constricting back to rounded violet slits. “S-sorry.” Rumi murmured around another moan, Zoey edging Rumi closer to a climax.
“There she is, stay with me, focus on me Rumi.” Mira whispers, her hand coming to cup Rumi’s jaw, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.
Mira bent down, placing a deep, anchoring kiss to Rumi’s lips. Rumi’s tongue slithered into Mira’s mouth. The kiss was wet, passionate and starving.
Rumi’s fangs gently pricked Mira’s lower lip, a drop of blood had beaded onto Rumi’s tongue. Rumi lapped it up, drinking Mira in. Her blood was bitter-sweet and a little tart, a grumble bubbled up from Rumi’s vocal cords. The sound was primal and demanding.
Taketaketake. The Demon demanded again with a vicious hiss. Pushing harder.
Take more of her. She’s so yummy.
Rumi bit down again, harder than she meant, Mira’s blood leached into their mouths.
A harder tug of the collar pulled at Rumi’s throat. Mira closed the slack, making the leash taut in her hand. Mira pulled away slightly so she could look at Rumi.
“Rumi, eyes please. That’s Zoey roughness Tiger, you can take it, but you have to be gentle.” Mira said.
Rumi’s eyes flickered, then she nodded sheepishly, their lips locked again, Rumi drank Mira in. A low rumble vibrated in Rumi’s throat. Patterns flaring a deep cherry red as she consumed more of Mira.
Mira tugged the collar, signalling that it was enough, Rumi obeyed.
Once they pulled away, Mira’s lower lip was a little bruised and swollen. A thin string of pink saliva stretched between them. The blood diluted in the spit.
“Good Girl.” Mira whispered, as she kissed Rumi’s lips once more, hand coming up to cup Rumi’s jaw.
Mira sidled down beside Rumi, and started kissing her neck, coaxing Rumi closer to the edge while Zoey continued to eat Rumi out.
Zoey whimpered against Rumi, the vibration tickling Rumi even more.
Rumi knew Zoey wanted a turn.
The scent of Zoey’s arousal made Rumi’s heart skitter, making the lust thrum harder in her bones.
The moon was reaching its highest position in the sky, energy surging harder into Rumi, as the rut intensified.
She wanted to taste Zoey just like she had tasted Mira.
Zoey brought two fingers up, and began to thrust them in and out of Rumi, her fingers slipped into Rumi without resistance.
Rumi’s mind turned to static, her body convulsed from the contact, a small roar snarled out, her tail quivered uncontrollably as the pressure started to build, like water behind a dam.
“Zoey..augh…don’t…ahhmhhmm…stop.” Her voice had dropped an octave as The Demons voice began to demand.
She moaned Zoey's name over and over. Zoey responded in turn with faster thrusts of her hand and even quicker flicks of her tongue.
The pressure of Rumi’s orgasm climbed so high; that once it finally crashed down over her, her body shook so hard that she accidentally clamped her thighs around Zoey’s temples.
Zoey did not stop.
She kept going until Rumi was nearly pushing Zoey away begging her to slow, whining that she was sensitive. Another orgasm ripped through Rumi, her hips bucked, legs shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing came out in quick bursts as another moan slipped out.
Rumi squirted on Zoey’s face.
Rumi trembled, heat climbed up her neck and settled across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose…mortified as Zoey lapped it up.
Zoey’s face lifted to take Rumi in; her face was pure smug satisfaction as she studied Rumi; who was trembling and shaking, tail still quivering as the aftershocks rippled through; cheeks flushed in the red glow of lunar light. Zoey was proud of herself, maybe a little too proud.
“Huh, that’s…new, is that also a new demon trait? Just like your wings, Rums?” Zoey teased, sticking her tongue out slightly, as she bit the tip.
She lifted herself away from the large wet spot that had gathered underneath Rumi.
Rumi was less than impressed with the comment. A fanged snarl escaped Rumi’s throat as she sat up, angling herself into a pouncing position. Her wings arching back in anticipation as she sat up on her haunches.
Mira felt it coming, her grip tightened around the leash in preparation if things went sideway.
“It’s your turn Zoey.” Mira teased from her spot on the bed. She had propped herself up on an elbow; her back was cushioned by the pillows against the headboard.
“Huh?” Zoey mumbled, still drunk on satisfaction from making Rumi a dripping, trembling mess. Zoey hadn’t registered how quickly Rumi moved until it was far too late.
Rumi had Zoey in her clutches in a heartbeat.
Zoey felt the tiny gust of wind from Rumi’s wings as she lunged forward, a small wooshing noise filling the room.
Rumi’s wings encircled the both of them as Rumi pulled Zoey towards her.
Rumi’s clawed hands cupped both of Zoey’s breasts. Ripping the fabric of the sports bra to tatters.
The fabric fell to the ground in a helpless heap of string and elastic.
Rumi’s mouth crashed into Zoey’s, their tongues fighting for dominance. Rumi could taste her own release on Zoey’s lips, making her hungrier. Rumi quickly overpowered Zoey, pushing her against the bed by her shoulders. Making a conscious effort to avoid Zoey’s wrists this time.
Zoey moved backwards up the bed, crawling up on her elbows. Rumi chased after her with hunger. Finally catching her, Rumi pushes and pins Zoey back against the pillows. Climbing into her lap to straddle Zoey.
An excited whimper escapes Zoey as she traces a pattern on Rumi’s chest. The stripe flares a dark royal purple from the touch. Zoey smirks as the light illuminates Rumi’s features.
Rumi’s hips anchor against Zoey’s, pushing Zoey deeper into the mattress. Rumi ground her hips against Zoey’s. Zoey let out a desperate, pleading little sound.
“Hi, Hellion. Come to take me down to Hell with you?” Zoey whispered smugly, butterflies turning into frantic little bats in her stomach.
Zoey wraps her arms around Rumi’s shoulders, pulling her closer.
The teasing from earlier was about to be paid off in full, Zoey spread her legs, tenting them underneath Rumi.
The noise Zoey had made caused Rumi’s scalp to tingle with feral energy. Her tail quivered then caressed Zoey’s calf.
The scent of Zoey’s arousal only made Rumi hungrier. The smell of teak and sage surging as Rumi pins Zoey down.
Rumi leaned down again, her lips locking with Zoey’s in an open mouth kiss. Rumi slid her tongue into Zoey’s mouth, hips pressing harder, thrusting gently against Zoey’s pelvis.
Rumi pulls away, moving the kisses down, around Zoey’s jaw, then tracing them down to a sensitive spot below Zoey’s ear.
“Fuck, Rumi…” Zoey moaned, head tipping back into the pillows. Heart frantic as Rumi continued to kiss Zoey’s neck.
Rumi growled as she kissed and nipped the slope of Zoey’s neck, leaving a matching set of crescents and bruises along the soft flesh.
Zoey’s breathing hitched, whimpering moans escaping. Rumi could sense how wet Zoey was from the moment she was pinned.
Zoey tipped her head back further, exposing more of the tender flesh of her neck. Rumi’s nose brushed the skin as she licked, sucked and kissed harder.
“Such a good girl for me, even when you’re being a little Hellcat." Rumi murmurs against Zoey’s neck, fangs pricking the surface. Her tongue brushes over the wounds, soothing the hot flare of the sting.
Zoey moaned at the praise, “Only for you Scratch Mark.” Zoey murmurs against Rumi’s shoulder, as she begins to suck, leaving a hickey on Rumi’s shoulder.
Rumi’s hands slid down, a claw hooking around the elastic of Zoey’s laced panties.
The engorged scarlet moon climbed ever higher in the sky, Rumi’s body was fully aware of the demonic energy coursing through her.
Her body was also aware of the weight around her neck, the anchor of the collar keeping her Demon from fully slipping out. She knew Mira wouldn’t hesitate if she became too rough, like last time.
She moved with a careful primal, animalistic efficiency.
Rumi’s claws tore Zoey’s underwear off, with a quick drag of talon. The shredded lace fell to join the tattered cotton of the sports bra that was lifeless on the floor.
Zoey was completely naked underneath Rumi. A low purr escaped Rumi as she drank Zoey’s form in, as she lay pinned beneath her.
Drink her in Little Spark, take all of her, she’s all yours. The Demon purred along with her, Rumi’s eyes dilated with a flash of midnight indigo.
Breasts perky, nipples standing erect; eyes wide, earnest and pleading. The way Zoey’s chest rose and fell as her breathing picked up, her heart thudding frantically against her chest as she anticipated Rumi.
The scent of teakwood swirled around Rumi’s nostrils, dizzying in its intensity.
Zoey’s arousal climbed higher.
Zoey’s clit throbbed against Rumi’s as their hips met, Rumi ground lightly against Zoey. Zoey’s eyes fluttered shut from the sensation, a desperate little sound left her.
The wash of pale crimson made Zoey look ethereal, the curve of her hips, the silkiness of her hair that cascaded down to her shoulders, her lips plump and full, and a little swollen from how rough Rumi had kissed her earlier.
The suppleness of her skin only made Rumi ache with an insatiable hunger. A low rumble settled in Rumi’s throat.
“Fuck Zoey.” Rumi whispers, the sound husky and rough, her whole body thrumming with want.
Fuckherfuckherhard. The Demon hissed in Rumi’s skull, energy surging down towards her pubic area.
She felt her genitalia change form before she fully thought about it. She knew this is what Zoey wanted from her scent alone.
Rumi’s clit extended into a girthy 8 inch penis. It throbbed and twitched against Zoey’s thigh. The tip slipped against the wetness of Zoey’s vagina curving up; rubbing lightly against Zoey’s clit. A whimper escaped Zoey as Rumi brushed over her.
Zoey’s arms wrapped around Rumi’s shoulders, fingers tracking her patterns in slow swirls. Flashing a velvety purple.
Rumi’s breathing changed; deep, ragged, pulls as The Demon surged. Her pupils dilating, the irises glowing a dark violet, energy swirling behind them as Rumi breathed Zoey in.
The demon was only growing more insatiable in its lust.
“Fuck me…fuck me so hard Ember-Stripe…you know how I like it.”
Zoey begged, wrapping one hand around Rumi’s horn, stroking it once. She then pulled Rumi down into a messy kiss, thrusting her tongue into Rumi’s mouth. Tongue brushing Rumi’s fangs, feeling the sharpness as the kiss deepened.
Rumi’s wings shoot out horizontally as the kiss continues, one hand moving up to clutch one of Zoey’s breasts, squeezing a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A growl thrummed in Rumi’s throat, lips tingling against Zoey’s.
Zoey bit Rumi’s bottom lip, pulling away with a thin strand of spit. The thin web separated and fell against Zoey’s chin, and slowly dripped onto her chest.
Heat surged between them as Rumi’s patterns flared a deep crimson.
Rumi knew exactly how Zoey liked it.
Rough, fast, and kinky. Rumi groaned with ache as she positioned herself, the throb unbearable as she angled the tip to Zoey’s entrance.
Rumi slipped into Zoey, one long stroke in, then a slow stroke out. Testing the waters, making sure Zoey was ready; she was.
Rumi’s grin was pure sin and demonic pleasure.
Rumi’s tongue slid over her fangs, the fang tips growing sharper as the moon deepened its crimson.
Zoey’s moans filled the room. The sound of Zoey’s pleasure making the excitement in Rumi’s pelvis swirl harder, causing her wings to twitch.
Mira angled herself so she was inches from Rumi’s right side. Allowing herself to be within reach, the leash still pulled taut in case Rumi got too carried away.
Mira propped herself up on her elbow, watching them fornicate next to her, making sure Rumi’s Demon behaved. Mira trusted Rumi’s restraint, but sometimes, that restraint slipped.
Mira’s right shoulder brushed lightly against the edge of Rumi’s left wing.
Rumi straightened slightly, angling her body so her hips kept in time with the thrusts she pumped into Zoey. Her newly formed member slid in and out of Zoey with increasing speed. The headboard knocked against the wall, in time with Rumi’s thrusts.
Zoey’s chest heaved, breath hitching, her moans becoming breathy and desperate.
“You’re such a little brat, Zoey.” Rumi snarled, her fangs nipping her lip as she leaned closer into Zoey, their breasts touching, a bead of sweat pooling in the hollow of Zoey’s ribs
“Teasing me? Getting me all worked up, just to mock me? tsktsk, Little Terror.” Rumi whispers against Zoey’s ear, licking the lobe with a flick of her tongue, then nipping at the tender flesh.
Zoey smirks, thrusting her hips in time with Rumi’s. “Please, you’re already worked up. I just pressed play.”
Rumi snarls, as she keeps thrusting into Zoey. “You keep acting like you’re in control of this, Zoey. It’s adorable. Wrong, but adorable.” Rumi thrusts harder.
Zoey’s breath hitches, another moan escaping her. “You’re right, I’m not in control. But you’re not either, and we both know who is.”
Mira lifts a brow, her voice drifting over them, dry and amused. “You’re both very loud for people who answer when I say ‘heel.’ She shakes the leash lightly, presenting the evidence of who’s actually in control.
Both Zoey and Rumi glance towards Mira who’s laying next to them, watching. Rumi’s cheeks blush, her patterns blink a soft rosy pink.
“Oh my god! Look at you Rumi. Even your patterns blush. Lover girl!” Zoey giggles, then moans as Rumi thrusts harder.
“Shut up.” Rumi growls, brow furrowing in frustration, biting her own lip as she continues to pound into Zoey.
“Make…ahh…me.” Zoey coaxes, stroking Rumi’s horn again, miming a jerking motion on it.
Rumi presses her lips to Zoey’s, her tongue moving across her bottom lip before thrusting in, Zoey opens her mouth wider, sucking on Rumi’s tongue.
They both moan into each other's mouths. One hand clutches a fistful of Rumi’s hair, while the other moves from Rumi’s horn to dig into Rumi’s back, leaving scratch marks.
Rumi rocks her hips faster against Zoey. Picking up the pace, thrusting harder. Her claws dig slightly into Zoey’s hips, pulling her closer.
Rumi’s hands slip under Zoey’s knees, spreading Zoey’s legs more, pushing her knees up so more of Zoey is exposed.
Zoey’s head tips back, breathing hitching, as tingling, rippling pleasure courses through her body.
“Yes…just like… that…ugh…Rumi…fuck.” Zoey whimpers, “don’t…uh…stop.”
Rumi’s wings flapped slightly, giving her more leverage, taking the strain off her hips as she thrusts. Rumi’s tail comes up and wraps around Zoey’s ankle, pushing it slightly higher into the air, opening Zoey up more.
All she can think about is leaving Zoey boneless and tapped out. Rumi’s wings perked upwards as they flapped. Her patterns flaring as her excitement grew.
Tiny pin pricks formed where Rumi’s claws slightly penetrated the supple flesh of Zoey’s thighs as she adjusted them higher.
The scent of Zoey’s sweet blood made Rumi growl again. Zoey’s scent drove Rumi over the edge. She pumped faster, the bed creaking faster and louder each time Rumi’s thrust harder.
Zoey’s right hand came up and wrapped around one of Rumi’s horns. Pulling her closer.“C’mere, Horns… I want to feel every bit of you. I want every inch of my Demon Girl.”
Zoey whispered into Rumi’s ear as she pulled her closer, Zoey’s other hand came up to brace against Rumi’s shoulder.
She began tracing the patterns along the slope of Rumi's shoulder with her index finger, making it flare from the contact.
Rumi lowered her body more firmly against Zoey. Their chests meet, breasts pressed together, a thin film of sweat between them.
Zoey arches up into Rumi, kissing along her neck, whispering praises into Rumi’s ear as Rumi edges Zoey closer to her climax.
“That’s it, Rumi… you’re doing so, so good, stay with me like this. I love you. You’re not a monster, you’re such a good girl.”
Rumi moaned into the crook of Zoey’s neck, the praise driving her wild, her thrusting finding a rhythm as Zoey neared her own release.
The scent of Zoey’s arousal filled her head space, thick and heady. The scent of sage smoke and teak swirled, stirring The Demon. But Rumi fought it back, staying present so she wouldn’t hurt Zoey again.
Rumi nipped Zoey’s shoulder.
Zoey winced from the sting, then sighed as Rumi licked at the sting, her saliva cooling the burn, sealing the wound.
“Sorry,” Rumi murmured against Zoey’s shoulder, “You just smell so…heavenly.”
“Heavenly huh? Then keep tasting, angel-killer. I’m not complaining.”
Zoey breathed, another whimper escaping her, her grip tightening around Rumi’s horn.
Rumi drank Zoey in, Zoey’s blood was sugar sweet, different from Mira’s. Rumi growled as she lapped up the blood. Her hips continue to thrust into Zoey.
The taste of Zoey’s blood causes her eyes to dilate, the sweetness of Zoey beginning to drown Rumi’s consciousness out.
Rumi nipped harder than she meant to on the second bite, causing Zoey to wince, “Rumi… that’s starting to really sting. Maybe just kisses now, Horns?”
Zoey whispers softly into Rumi’s ear, so it doesn’t alarm Mira. So Mira doesn’t have to punish Rumi.
Zoey squeezes Rumi’s horn and pushes against her slightly. Zoey loops a finger around the collar and gives a slight tug. Rumi immediately pulls away, redirecting with a kiss to Zoey’s lips, eyes constricting back as she swims back.
“Sorry…I didn’t mean to get carried away.” Rumi says, licking the wound so her saliva seals the wound, guilt threads into the words as her rhythm starts to slow and falter.
“Hey… hey, look at me. You did so good just now. I still want this, I still want you.” Zoey reassures, as she cups a hand around Rumi’s jaw, while the other is still gripping Rumi’s horn. Zoey smirks, and pulls Rumi back down into a kiss.
Zoey runs her tongue along Rumi’s bottom lip, then gives her own love bite. Rumi moans into the kiss, her guilt melting back into her hunger, she picks up the pace again.
Zoey moans into Rumi’s mouth, as Rumi continues to thrust even harder into Zoey, Rumi’s hunger surging back.
Zoey pulls away and begins kissing the pulsating patterns across Rumi’s shoulders and neck, which sends a shudder through Rumi’s body.
Zoey could feel Rumi twitch inside of her from the neck kiss. Zoey moans from the sensation of it, her vision swimming as the pressure of her pleasure soars higher.
“Don’t…mhh…stop…Rumi…please…” Zoey whimpers into Rumi’s neck, her grip tightening around Rumi’s horn as Zoey wraps her legs around Rumi’s waist, anchoring Rumi to her. Zoey arches her back up and thrusts opposite of Rumi’s rhythm so it hits harder, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout Zoey’s entire body.
Zoey moans Rumi’s name over again, her legs beginning to tremble as she’s about to fall over the edge.
“I…I’m….augh…so..close…Rumi..” Zoey moans, gripping Rumi as tight as she can, her fingers digging into Rumi’s back, feeling the muscles contract as Rumi puts all her focus into making Zoey orgasm.
Rumi can smell Zoey’s climax approaching. The scent of lotus blossom is all Rumi can inhale, her pupils dilate, her eyes shimmering a soft lilac as she edges Zoey closer.
“Come on, Stardust… you’re safe, I have you, I’ll catch every piece of you. I won’t let you fall.”
Rumi whispers into Zoey’s neck. Kissing and licking along Zoey’s pulse, her warmth and scent causing Rumi to beat her wings slightly, causing both of them to become weightless as they hover above the bed by an inch.
Rumi’s hands come up, one under Zoey’s lower back and the other cradles her upper back and neck as they hover above the bed. Her tail wrapped gently around Zoey’s waist, adding another layer of support.
“I’ve got you, surrender to me.” Rumi whispered, her face buried in Zoey’s neck, kissing and licking the sensitive spot under Zoey’s ear. Rumi’s hair cascades over the both of them like a violet waterfall.
“Cum for me Zoey.”
“Rumi…” Zoey moans, eyes fluttering closed, her brow furrowing as the crescendo begins, her body shuddering underneath Rumi. Zoey’s nails leave marks down the stretch of Rumi’s back, as she digs in, holding Rumi impossibly closer.
“That’s it, I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere. Almost Zoey, come on.” Rumi whispers, pure lust and allure as Rumi coaxes Zoey closer, her hips still thrusting into Zoey at just the right rhythm, while her face is nuzzled into Zoey’s neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin.
Zoey orgasmed, her whole body shook as it tore through her, Rumi held Zoey tight against her own body, fingers splayed. They still hovered above the bed as Rumi’s wings fluttered, keeping them suspended in a weightless elegance of love and lust.
Rumi could feel the warm seepage against her, she felt the way Zoey’s pelvic floor muscles tightened, loosened then tightened again as the aftershocks rippled through her.
Zoey’s breathing was ragged and laboured, as she nuzzled her face into Rumi’s neck, just below the collar.
Rumi slowed her thrusts, then gently pulled out. The penis receded back into Rumi’s normal genitalia.
Zoey immediately felt hollow and empty once Rumi pulled out. A small whimper of want escaping her.
“Rumi…” Zoey whispers breathlessly into the crook of her neck, legs still wrapped around Rumi’s hips, fingers still digging into Rumi’s back. “That was…oh my god, I have no words. I’m speechless.”
Rumi huffed a soft laugh against her hair. “Look at that… I finally found the off switch on you.”
“Hey!” Zoey mumbled against Rumi’s neck.
“She’s not wrong.” Mira said from her spot on the bed.
“Rude, both of you.” Zoey grumbled, a laugh spilling out despite herself.
Rumi gently laid Zoey back down against the bed, then shifted beside her, pulling Zoey into one final kiss before letting her go boneless.
Zoey rolled into Mira, pulling Mira into a deep kiss. Mira moaned into it, bringing her hands up around Zoey’s waist to pull her closer. Zoey’s hands came up to tangle in Mira’s hair, the kiss growing hungrier.
Mira pulled away, just enough so she could see Zoey’s face, “Rumi just held you weightlessly in the air and you still want more.” Mira teases, caressing Zoey’s thigh with her leashed hand.
“What can I say? I’m addicted to my girlfriends.” Zoey says with a little shrug and a mischievous laugh, before pulling Mira back in.
Mira rolled her eyes, “Greedy.” Mira mumbles around Zoey’s lips, as she kisses her again. Hands planted on Zoey’s bare hips.
“Tell that to the Demon girl down there, she still has an appetite.” Zoey whispered into Mira’s neck. “I think we have another round coming.”
Rumi indeed still had an appetite, and there was indeed another round coming.
Rumi began to rub herself against the corner of the bed again, her hips thrusting against the comforter. If she could just finish herself off, she could let them rest, they had already done so much, even if it still wasn’t enough to satiate The Demon.
Her moans came out soft, dancing with the out of sync breathing from Zoey and Mira as they kissed, their hands roving and groping one another, the sight of it made Rumi’s lust surge harder.
Rumi pressed harder against the bed, thrusting vigorously, her clit still throbbing from the need of release. The bed shook faintly as she humped. Her patterns pulsed each time she rubbed harder.
Mira and Zoey watched Rumi chase her own pleasure. The way Rumi’s brow furrowed slightly in concentration as her hips rocked back and forth. Mouth parted slightly, the tips of her fangs leaving indents on her bottom lip. Her wings were slightly raised, and angled back, her claws dug into the comforter, leaving behind tiny marks.
Mira noticed how in that specific corner, the comforter was beginning to shred and tatter, from where Rumi’s claws dug in the most.
Rumi’s breathing was becoming jagged and hitched, the bed rocked harder as her hips thrust faster against the corner.
Rumi’s tiny moans filled the space, little chuffs of excitement and delight as she went. She quietly muttered both of their names between the whimpers. Little growls escaping every now and again as one thrust felt a little too sensitive.
Rumi could smell Mira and Zoey’s arousal climb again as they watched her.
“I…I can’t.” Rumi said sheepishly…”it’s still not enough.” She confessed as she continued to grind harder against the mattress. “I need more…I need…You.” She growled, her eyes locking onto Mira’s in the faint glow of the room.
The need bled off of Rumi as her pupils dilated, Rumi’s chuffs becoming desperate pleas.
Rumi’s pupils dilated further, the moonlight catching her eyes, making them glitter in the dark of the room.
Mira could feel the pull of Rumi’s desire as they held each other's gaze. It was hypnotic and mesmerizing.
A twinkling ring of violet circled the irises, which then reflected back into Mira’s.
Rumi wanted Mira so badly, that Mira could feel the ache of desperation in her own pelvis.
With Zoey, it’s all bratty quips and who can instigate the other until one of them combusts.
With Mira, it’s soft praises, gentle touches, and collar tugs as Mira keeps Rumi grounded to the present. Keeping her Demon from slipping and causing harm.
There had been a time when both Zoey and Mira had bottomed for Rumi. That night…had not ended well. That night still scars Rumi, making her cautious in her want for Mira. The fear of not coming back in time lives behind Rumi’s ribs.
The bed still shuddered as Rumi tried to catch what she was chasing after.
“Rumi…” Mira began, her words gentle, coaxing, as she moved slowly to where Rumi was at the foot of the bed.
Zoey still sat behind Mira, panting and beautifully wrecked from the way Rumi had ravaged her.
Rumi snarled at the sound of her name. Eyes shimmering a vibrant violet, fangs bared slightly as Rumi kept chasing, claws digging in harder at the sides, trying to get more leverage. A whimpering, desperate snarl escaped, signaling that it’s still not enough.
Mira moved with care, slowly approaching Rumi. The sheets rustled softly as Mira crawled towards the foot of the bed. The leash slackened as Mira moved closer.
Mira watched as Rumi’s claws dug into the mattress, pulling chunks of foam up, shredding the comforter into thin fabric strips.
“Look at me, Tiger Lily.” Mira says, voice low and soothing, lifting a hand to rest against Rumi’s knee, the pattern there flaring under the touch. Rumi’s hips still rock against the mattress, but her thrusts begin to slow as Mira puts weight into the touch.
Mira’s leashed hand loops around the collar's circuit, not tugging, just presence.
Rumi’s gaze falls somewhere past Mira. Rumi’s pupils are blown, what little left of the irises are glowing a vibrant, glittering indigo. There is pure demonic lust behind Rumi’s eyes.
“What do you need right now, Tiger Lily?” Mira says, her hand moving from Rumi’s knee to her thigh, coaxing the thrusting to slow. Her leashed hand moves from the collar circuit, to gently cup Rumi’s chin, Mira’s thumb resting against the tip, while her fingers curl around Rumi’s jaw.
Rumi’s gaze finally lands on Mira, not near her. Rumi’s pupils are dilated like a cat’s in the dark, the moonlight reflecting the indigo twinkle, neon hued. Mira can see the hunger and The Demon surging. Mira gently tugs the collar to bring Rumi back to the surface.
“I need you Mira…I…I…need you so badly. It still hurts, it’s still throbbing.” Rumi admits, her thrusts slowing slightly. Her hand reaches to find Mira’s, then halts. Gripping it back into the mattress, her thrusts hitching faster again.
“I…almost slipped, with Zoey, I bit too hard. I’m scared that I’ll hurt you again. Like that night under the Blood moon a few months ago. Where I…”
Rumi stops, the guilt climbing again, her throat works. “Where I almost drained you.” The words sit heavy between them, Rumi’s, guilt, shame, lust and love mingling, her patterns flare and pulse as emotion courses through her.
She offered herself, remember Little Spark? Take her. Now is the night to finish what should have been. The Demon coaxes, surging harder as the moon hangs bleeding and engorged in the night sky.
Rumi’s pupils dilate again, a low snarl escaping her as The Demon surges.
Mira doesn’t flinch, she tugs the leash, calling Rumi’s name again.
“Rumi eyes.” Mira says, gently tugging the leash, her hand on Rumi’s thigh squeezes softly.
Rumi looks again, violet coiling, smoldering like embers behind her eyes.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, Tiger.” Mira reassures, moving her thumb in a lazy circuit on Rumi’s chin, “I trust you baby, Come on.” Mira says, tugging the collar gently. Coaxing Rumi off the corner, and back into the bed with her and Zoey.
Rumi climbs back into the bed on her hands and knees, tail flicking tentatively, wings drooped behind her like a cape.
“Hi Hellion, so nice of you to give the corner a break.” Zoey says, holding her arms out towards Rumi. Rumi collapses into Zoey’s arms, minding her horns so she doesn’t poke Zoey’s eye out.
“Zoey,” Mira says, as she walks around to the night stand. “Not helping.” Mira scoffs as she opens the drawer, pulling out the strap on, cinching it snug around her waist.
“I am helping, right Toffee?” Zoey asks Rumi, with mock inquisition, cupping Rumi’s face in her hands, smushing her cheeks so her lips purse. Zoey bends down and kisses Rumi’s smushed face.
Rumi’s tail quivers, wings fluttering, a low rumble echoes in her throat as Rumi leans back into Zoey’s kiss. Rumi’s lust spikes again, Zoey’s scent is duller now, but still there, gentle teak; soothing.
Mira climbs into the bed, propping herself up against the pillows and headboard. Strap-on secured around her hips, and thighs. All that’s left is Rumi’s illusion.
“Come her Ember.” Mira coaxes. Patting her lap.
Rumi crawls over to Mira, lust swirling low and heavy in her pelvis at the sight of the strap-on cinched around Mira.
Rumi straddles Mira, tail caressing Mira’s thigh, causing goosebumps to creep along her skin. Rumi leans down and locks her lips with Mira. Cupping her hands around Mira’s jaw. Pressing her chest flush to Mira’s so their breasts touch.
Mira’s hands wrap around Rumi’s waist, pulling her closer, a slow grind against each other.
“Hi Tiger Lily, what do you want?” Mira asks between kisses, her leashed hand snaking up to cup Rumi’s breast, while her other hand slowly traces a pattern on Rumi’s thigh.
“You.” Rumi says breathlessly, moving the kisses from Mira’s lips to her neck, being mindful not to bare her fangs, her fangs gently glide along the slope of Mira’s neck, not biting just present, Mira shudders underneath her from the sensation.
You’re so close, Little Spark; it would be so easy to bite down and take. The Demon croons, a sharp whistle in Rumi’s skull. Rumi pushes The Demon down.
No, not with Mira. Rumi mentally says towards The Demon.
“Are you still with me, Ember?” Mira’s voice gently cuts through the static, a soft tug pulling at her throat.
“Yes.”
“Good girl, come on then, cast it.” Mira says, a lilt of humor in her words. The corner of her lip quirks up, as she coaxes Rumi.
Rumi’s tail quivers, the tip of her tail comes up, touching the belt loop which causes purple hellfire to spark. Rumi’s tail traces the loop once.
Within seconds of the touch, an indigo hued spark traces along the rubber ring like a lit fuse, a gentle sage smell emanates as the light shines upwards, then slowly fades, as a shape takes form.
Mira feels the weight of it press against her pubic bone, as the otherworldly dildo materializes in her lap; a phallic shape taking form, solid and weighty. Moonlight glints off the obsidian colored shaft, as an amethyst hued shimmer glitters cross the tip. Electric purple veins sparkle through the conjured silicon.
Rumi’s eyes dilate, her tongue runs against the length of her fangs, as the excitement, lust and anticipation swirls through her, her clit throbs, at the sight of Mira wearing it.
“I never get tired of watching you do that.” Zoey says, eyes locked on the conjured dildo, as light emanates off of it in slow steady pulses in the moonlight. “I love watching you ride it, Rumi.” Zoey says, chaotic mischief coating her words, as she comes up beside Mira. Zoey nestles into Mira’s side, her hand coming up to settle against Mira’s abdomen. Her fingers swirl mindlessly around.
Rumi lowers herself onto the dildo, immediately letting out a low moan as pleasure surges through her. She thrusts her hips without hesitation, rocking back and forth against Mira. Her hands settle against Mira’s waist, not squeezing just holding. Her breasts bounce slightly as she goes, arching her back into it.
“Such a good girl, fuck Rumi, look at you, taking it all in.” Mira says, her hands resting on Rumi’s hips, her thumbs caressing down to press into the hollow of where femur meets pelvis. Mira rocks her hips in the opposite direction, hitting Rumi’s G-spot each time their hips align again.
Zoey can feel the muscle contractions in Mira’s abdomen as she thrusts in time with Rumi. Zoey leans in, hand climbing to wrap around Mira’s breast. Pinching the nipple, and gently twisting it between her fingers. Zoey nuzzles into Mira’s neck on the right side, kissing her jawline and behind the ear. Pressing her lips to the sensitive spot right behind the lobe.
“Mhhh Mommy Mira. That suits you.” Zoey whispers seductively into Mira’s ear, flicking her tongue over the lobe before sucking on it.
“Zoey…” Mira breathes, a low moan escaping her, head tipping back as her eyes flutter shut. She thrusts faster into Rumi. Zoey coaxing her on.
“Fuck Mira, I love watching you fuck Rumi…it’s so…ethereal.” Zoey murmurs as she moves the kisses down to Mira’s shoulder. Dragging her tongue along the curve of Mira’s collarbone. Leaving hickeys in a ragged line across her shoulder and chest. Zoey moves her other hand down to Rumi’s thigh, feeling the trembling begin.
Rumi folds forward, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, as shockwaves of sweet indulgence ripples through her. She begins panting as the pressure keeps stacking heavy around her. She rests her head on Mira’s left shoulder. Her tail coiled loosely around Mira’s thigh, the tip lazily flicking back and forth. Hands anchored around Mira’s waist. Her tail coils tighter around Mira’s thigh, holding her in place, as she grinds.
A low grumble reverberates in Rumi’s chest, pleasure coursing through her as she thrusts harder. Pressure pooling low and heavy in her pelvis as the indulgence builds higher, like steam behind a blocked duct.
Taketaketake, Little Spark. They’re so close. They’re here, offering themselves to you. The Demon coos, praising Rumi, coaxing her, heat ripples through her body as the pressure builds higher. The Demon purrs, feeding off the heat. Breathing hitching as she thrusts faster.
“Mira…” Rumi moans, shuddering and starved, it comes out lower, raspier as she is pulled under by The Demon. Eyes fluttering shut as her vision blurs, the jog becoming a sprint.
The grumble slowly turns into a thick, throaty snarl. Her pupils dilate, eyes becoming twin violet orbs of hunger and sin. Her nostrils flaring as the scent of Mira and Zoey overpowers everything else.
Her breathing becomes jagged and uneven as The Demon burns just below the surface, the burn becoming a scorch as it tears its way through, rushing to overtake. Her lips and fangs are so close to the warmest pulse point, she presses a kiss to the spot, to surface, to remain present. Pleasure still rippling through her, a moan escapes before turning into another deep, throaty snarl.
The solidity of the room blurs at the edges, physicality falling away into flickering light, energy, and heat. The room blurs to raw magnetic heat signatures. No longer the two girls she loves, only their essence in its purest form.
Two heartbeats fill the space, twin amber glows shimmering in the darkness, like a lighthouse cutting through the darkness of the night. They beat in the center of the room, as the light seeps through, swirling around. Little tracks of light and heat leave the center, then return all the same. Not a body so much as a glowing orb; illuminating, hot and close.
The Demon is pulled towards the surface, towards the warmth, the light, the hunger. The two heartbeats; one underneath and one beside, the insatiable hunger for lust and power courses as Rumi’s body continues to thrust against the heat source underneath her.
Zoey’s heat signature, a vibrant crackling storm of neon. Electricity rolls off her body like steam rising above a roiling boil. Soft blues and greens twist and swirl through the amber glow of her heart. The signature that is all her own. Chaos caged, restless and pure.
Mira’s heat signature, an unwavering and powerful sun, center of gravity. A gentle thrum of crackling heat coils around her. Vibrant pinks and oranges swirl through the amber glow of her heart. An anvil in a forge, strong, useful and needed.
Ours, ours to devour. The Demon coos, how simple and easy it could be to just take, to make the world go quiet for once, to squander the guilt and the shame, to fall into her true nature.
N-no, not like this. Rumi pushes back, fighting to swim back to the surface.
The collar, a dull halo of humanity sitting snuggly on Rumi’s neck. A steady pressure that hums at the throat. The Demon scoffs at the collar, it's like using a gardening hose to extinguish a wildfire.
The tug comes then, firm and insistent, a voice tries to cut through the static, it doesn’t land, merely slips off the surface, falling away into the void. The Demon yields back like a dog refusing to move.
“Tiger Lily, Look at me. Stay with me, Rumi.” Mira’s voice cuts through the static again, grounding and unwavering. The fog in Rumi’s consciousness begins to clear like fog after a storm, the sun evaporating it.
The Demon snarls as the collar singes through the fog. The Demon surges again, but is met with the cinch of the collar being tugged.
No no no! You’re wasting us! Let us take them! The Demon snarls, as Rumi’s consciousness is pulled back out of The Demon’s reach.
A shedding breath escapes Rumi as she gasps for air, hips still thrusting against Mira. Her pupils constrict back to a soft violet ember. Her breathing evening out, to deep breathy pants. Mira’s finger is hooked around the collar loop, pulling Rumi down into her.
“I’m…I’m here Mira.” Rumi rasps, her eyes lazily tracking Mira’s in the soft moonlit room. Her patterns pulsing a soft violet.
“There’s my pretty girl.” Mira says gently, her hand coming up to cup Rumi’s cheek, her thumb brushing a pattern. “You’re such a good girl Rumi, you’re so loved.” Mira says again, pulling Rumi down into a deep kiss.
Rumi moans into the kiss, the pressure gradually building in her pelvis. Her thighs start to tremble just slightly as she presses her knees down firmly into the bed, her wings twitching, as they furl and unfurl behind her. A soft breeze moving the curtains as they beat in time with her thrusting
“Mhh-Mira…Mira…Mira” Rumi moans her name over again each time her name comes out more broken and desperate. Mira helps guide Rumi’s hips, thrusting faster against her. A quiet wet clicking noise echoes every so often, as Rumi grinds against the dildo.
Zoey’s hand comes up, and traces absentminded circles on Rumi’s thigh.
“That’s it Horns, stay with Mira, stay with us.” Zoey says softly, tracking Rumi’s movements in the hazy glow of the room. Her patterns glowing a deeper violet.
Mira’s hand comes up, wrapping it around Rumi’s horn, pulling her down again. So their chests are touching, breasts pressing together.
Rumi’s face burrows into the crook of Mira’s neck. Rumi begins kissing, nipping and licking again. Purple and red bruises begin appearing as Rumi leaves hickeys along the slope of Mira’s neck.
As Rumi continues to rock against Mira, a snarl snags deep in her chest, causing a reverberating subsonic vibration to spread through Mira’s chest, the vibration lodging itself deep behind her ribs. Rumi’s tail begins to coil tighter as she thrusts, the tip thumping lightly against Mira. Her grip tightens against Mira’s waist, not digging in, but anchoring herself to the moment. Holding on as she continues to chase the pleasure.
The room seems to glow brighter around the edges, the moon reaching its highest position in the sky. The moonlight snagged on the tips of Rumi’s horns, creating tiny halos around each one.
A soft whole body glow, shimmers just under the surface of Rumi’s skin, a swirl of lilac and indigo, enhanced in the moon's pale crimson glow.
The faint glow that surrounded the dildo, begins to pulsate, the light turning into a steady flicker, a shimmering indigo begins to brighten between Mira and Rumi’s hips. Appearing and reappearing as Rumi thrusts.
“Stay with me, Ember.” Mira says softly into Rumi’s ear, moving her hand from Rumi’s horn to tangle into her hair. Mira kisses behind Rumi’s ear. A pattern pulses under the kiss, a shuddering whimper leaves Rumi, as her breath hitches around it.
“Mira…” Rumi moans, eyes dazed and unfocused as purple hellfire flickers behind her irises. Rumi nips gently into Mira’s neck, a beadlet of blood drips onto Rumi’s tongue, the bittersweet taste making her nostrils tick, she grinds almost impossibly harder into Mira.
“That’s it Tiger Lily. Stay with me, just like this, you’re such a good girl.” Mira whispers soft praises into Rumi’s ear. Mira’s breath is warm and soft against the sensitive patterns that are beginning to flow brighter with each thrust. Mira’s finger comes up to loop around the circuit of Rumi’s collar. The runes etched into the leather begin to glow a soft wisteria.
A muffled growl escapes as the pleasure continues to surge harder, nearing its peak. Rumi can feel the climax coming, slightly out of reach as she grinds harder to chase it. Faint glowing tendrils begin to crawl towards the surface of Rumi’s skin, a low vibrational hum threads itself throughout the room, causing the air to become thick with sage, citrus, and clove.
Rumi's entire body begins to glow, shimmering constellations stretch the length of her collarbone, wrapping around her throat like climbing ivy. The base of her horns begin to shimmer a faded lilac color at the base then slowly climbs to the tip, twinkling inside the tiny halos that still collect around the tips of her horns.
Rumi’s brow furrows, another moan escapes her, muffled in the crook of Mira’s neck, as the pleasure continues to build, she feels like a star about to go supernova. Rumi sits up against Mira, arching her back. She places her hands down on the mattress behind her.
Zoey gasps softly at the sight of Rumi, who has just become a living glowstick in front of her.
“You’re so beautiful Rumi, it’s actually rude, you’re like our own limited edition glowstick, come here.” Zoey jokes lightly, as she hooks two fingers into the collar loop, pulling Rumi towards her. She presses her lips to Rumi’s in a breathless needy kiss. Rumi moans into Zoey’s mouth as she keeps working her hips against Mira.
Zoey pulls away, satisfied, lays back down next to Mira, nuzzling into her neck, planting kisses and hickeys.
The air in the room begins to buzz with raw electricity, causing the hair on Zoey’s arm to rise, while a tingle crawls along her scalp, and down the length of her spine. The sensation sends a shockwave throughout Zoey’s body. Zoey hums as the feeling washes over her, warm and electric.
Mira feels the buzz in her bones, the way Rumi’s entire body begins to vibrate with magical purpose. The patterns flare brighter, the constellations shimmer and swim across the ceiling and wall like aquarium lighting.
Rumi’s breathy moans fill the entire room, her patterns flare, the tiny constellations waver through them. Her wings twitch, fluttering lightly, while her tail quivers uncontrollably around Mira’s thigh. The conjured dildo, pulses in time with Rumi’s frantic heartbeats as the light illuminating off of it flares brighter and darker all at once.
Magic weaves itself around them, warm and fuzzy. It brushes against Zoey and Mira’s body like a worn sweater, supple and familiar, then cascades outwards like tiny stars. The tiny orbs break apart into an inky spillage of sparkling dust.
“This…is actually breathtaking." Zoey says, awestruck, as she reaches out to catch a thread of magic between her fingers. The magic coils then it breaks into smaller tendrils as Zoey wiggles her finger. A tingle travels up her finger tips, courses through her arm, then pools low and warm in her chest. Magic swirls and mingles, tendrils threading around her heart. A faint glow emits out of Zoey.
An overwhelming sensation of awe and wonder consumes Zoey as she takes in Rumi’s glowing form.
The walls and ceiling are painted in twinkling light, as if a galaxy had been dumped into the room. Purples, blues and silver swirl around in curling strands. Rumi’s brow is furrowed, breathless pants cause her chest to heave; as her features edge closer to a feral snarl.
Take my hand, Little Spark. You could feel like this all the time, if you just allow me to lead. The Demon tempts as the climax begins to crescendo, sweet pleasure washes over Rumi. Her body shudders as the wave begins to crash down. Her breath hitching, as a growl twists with a moan.
Mira tugs the leash then, firm yet coaxing. Pulling Rumi back from the void edge. Glittering light paints the room, making everything softer around the edges. Rumi’s gaze lands back on Mira, her eyes half lidded and dazed.
“Right here, Ember. With me. With us.” Mira says, holding Rumi’s gaze with her own.
“We won’t let you slip.” Zoey says, placing her hand around Rumi’s cheek, pulling her into a kiss. The kiss deepens, Zoey pressing her chest against Rumi,
A broken, shuddering moan escapes Rumi; as everything in her collapses inwards, like a star imploding, then bursting outwards in a glorious display of light and energy. Magic surges in all directions, the bed knocks against the wall as Rumi thrusts one last time into Mira. Rumi folds back down into Mira’s shoulder as the orgasm peaks.
Her wings arc upwards in a jerky twitching motion. She arches her back against the aftershock, her legs tremble and her vagina clenches around the dildo, as another wave of pleasure ripples through her. Another snarling moan escapes her as the aftershock hits, her grip tightening against Mira’s waist
Her tail quivers then fall
A glowing ring of shimmering magic pulses outwards the moment Rumi’s orgasm crashes down. The indigo ring crawls over the bed and floor, then crawls up the walls, causing picture frames to thump against the wall then settle crookedly. The curtains billow outwards then slowly settle back down, swaying in the aftermath of the sudden breeze.
Glittering dust motes hang suspended for a breathless moment, like snow caught mid-fall. They slowly descend back down then flicker out of existence as the magic is reabsorbed by the moon.
Rumi’s chest heaves against Mira, as aftershocks continue to claw through her, every move causing another broken, hitched moan to leave Rumi. Her head swims, as the magic slowly recedes back into her. The conjured dildo flares once then fades out of existence. Leaving Rumi feeling empty and hollow as she collapses down beside Mira and Zoey.
The light in her horns fades, leaving the tips to twinkle with a warm violet glow. The constellations that had etched across Rumi’s skin, blink and sputter out of existence as the light dies back. The room feels cooler, the way the air does after a storm finally breaks then passes as the worst of it hits.
Rumi rolls into Mira’s side. Dazed and breathless. Her eyes are glassy and a little red rimmed as the world comes back to her. Her forehead glistens from the sheen of sweat that partially drips down her temple. She feels like she just ran a marathon, then dove into the ocean to swim around the world.
Her tail thumps lazily against the blanket as it comes up, wrapping across Zoey and Mira as she nuzzles in.
The guilt surges, a sharp reminder of her strength and power. Rumi bolts upright, heartbeat frantic, her breathing hitching on the verge of hyperventilation as fear marches through her.
“Did…did I hurt you? Drain you? Break anything?” Rumi says frantically, her gaze snagging on Zoey’s wrist, then looking to Mira’s neck for bite marks. Her hands shake as she tries to reach for Zoey's hands so she can inspect for damage.
“Hey, hey, Rumi, we’re okay, you didn’t hurt us, you did so good Tiger Lily.” Mira says gently, taking Rumi’s hands in hers, pressing them to her heartbeat.
“Let’s see, all ten fingers and toes? Check. Soul? Still annoyingly intact and full of love? Check. Mind only partially blown? Double check.” Zoey says, her voice soft and lilted with humor as she brings her hand to trace a pattern across Rumi’s chest, the touching causing the skin to prickle.
Mira unlatches the collar from around Rumi’s neck, placing it on the nightstand. Mira massages the back of Rumi’s neck where the collar tends to chaff the most.
Rumi breathes as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, her body feels weightless, trembling every so often as an aftershock ebbs through her like a wave cresting the shoreline like a blanket, before receding back.
The ache in her pelvis has finally died away, The Demon quiet, as her lust is satisfied for the next couple hours. She knows it will rise again as the night stretches on, surging back to take more. For now Rumi settles into her girlfriends, wrapped in blankets and love.
Zoey presses a water bottle to Rumi’s lips, tipping small swells of water into her mouth. Rumi swallows, allowing the coolness of the water to bring the temperature down inside of her. Zoey then pops a square of chocolate onto Rumi’s tongue to bring her blood sugar back up, the surge of magic leaving Rumi weak and shaking slightly.
Mira’s fingers card through Rumi’s hair, snagging lightly on tangles before combing them out, settling them back down. Mira’s nose brushes against Rumi’s temple, Mira feathers kisses along her cheeks and temples.
“You’re so loved Rumi.” Zoey whispers, as she comes to lay on Rumi’s other side, head resting against Rumi’s shoulder. Her hand reaches up to Rumi’s chin, tipping her mouth down to meet Zoey’s into a soft, reverent kiss.
The kiss was warm and sugary, the sensation rippled through Rumi, warming her chest as if she were laying under the sun on the beach.
The image of Zoey laughing as Rumi dabbed a dot of ice cream on her nose, then kissing it away with a peck, surfaces. The memory fills Rumi’s mind. She can feel the ocean’s breeze wash over her as the memory plays in her mind like a strip of flickering film.
The night had called for ice cream on the pier. Zoey had insisted on it. Saying that it was her treat, literally.
They had walked along the dark of the harbour on a new moon's night, to distract Rumi from her self-loathing. The air smelt like sea salt and bonfire. Wood smoke had crept along the air from somewhere along the shoreline farther in the distance.
The stars glittered above them, painting the sky in constellations, and bright orbs. The stars twinkled, lustrous and bright. The night sky painted across the rippling waves of the ocean as it reflected back up at itself.
The purplish-yellow swirl of the Milky Way’s arm had begun to crest along the oceans horizon line. It looked like a tear in the sky as it grew bigger with each hour that passed.
Soft rock music played through the speakers from the open doors of an arcade. The weight of Mira’s arm around Rumi’s shoulder lays a phantom weight across her as the memory continues to flicker through her mind. Zoey’s fingers had been laced in Rumi’s, her thumb brushing small circles against the curve of Rumi’s knuckles.
The memory fills Rumi with a fuzzy warmth that pushes The Demon back. Keeping Rumi with them.
“Hey…” Zoey half mumbles, half whispers around the kiss. “Stop stealing my memories.” She teases, lips still pressed to Rumi’s as her hand comes down to rest against Rumi’s neck.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, you’re just so…warm, they’re also my memories too, Hellcat.” Rumi says, breathlessly as they pull away. Their eyes locking, Zoey’s shimmering softly in the dark of the room.
“I think the word you're looking for is hot, incredibly irresistible, my Demon Girls favorite snack.” Zoey quips, before leaning back in to lay a kiss against the corner of Rumi’s lips.
Rumi lets out a small laugh then, that’s when Mira’s hand replaces Zoey’s. Mira tips Rumi’s chin in her direction, planting a second kiss to her lips.
“Hi, Tiger Lily.” Mira whispers into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup Rumi’s jaw, then settles across her chin. Rumi sighs, the sensation swirling bright and hot in her chest.
Mira’s kiss is different from Zoey’s. The warmth is still there, but Mira’s kiss holds a gravity around it, heavy and commanding, like falling into a black hole, the world falling away from them.
The kiss is slow at first, then gradually deepens as Mira’s fingers splay across the hollow of Rumi’s throat. While her other hand is still wrapped in Rumi’s hair.
The image shoots across her mind like a comet, bright and fierce.
Mira had been in the kitchen, arms crossed as she stood by the coffee pot. Dark circles under her eyes as she waited impatiently for the pot to fill.
The dark of the night had dragged them through Hell and back.
Rumi had spent the night sobbing uncontrollably as the waning crescent’s darkness twisted her memories into something darker, something unholy.
Mira had stayed up with her the whole night, coaxing Rumi away from the voids edge, whispering soft truths and gentle praises into Rumi’s hair as she broke apart in Mira’s arms.
Zoey had been away on a class field trip to the aquarium to study microbiology of sea creatures.
Zoey insisted on skipping out, so she could stay with Rumi as her depression swept low as the moon waned. She joked saying she could sneak into the aquarium at any time.
Mira told her to go, that she could handle Rumi.
Rumi had come out of her room then, eyes puffy and red-rimmed. Guilt swirling through her as she looked at Mira half asleep in front of the coffee pot, swaying slightly. Something soft and sweet was playing through the speakers of Mira’s phone.
Rumi had inched closer, a floorboard creaking, giving her away. Mira turned, eyes catching Rumi in the supple glow of morning light that bleed through the curtains.
They hadn’t said anything, exhaustion and shame filling the air between them; until Mira stepped closer. She took Rumi’s hands in hers and settled them around her shoulders. Mira stood a few inches taller than Rumi.
Mira’s arms wrapped around Rumi’s waist. Pulling her closer. Rumi’s head came to rest against Mira’s shoulder. Mira rested her chin against the top of Rumi’s head. They swayed in time with the delicate music that weaved through the fragile moment.
They still hadn’t spoken, Mira allowed the action to speak for itself.
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their heartbeats syncing as they continued to sway, wrapped up in each other, love seeping out of Mira from every point of contact. They had slow danced together in the fragile glow of morning that comes after a night of a raging storm.
The memory leaves Rumi feeling as if she were still swaying in time to the soft cadence of delicate notes. Mira’s lips were still pressed to hers, the sway tapered off, Rumi was still held between Zoey and Mira.
Mira pulled away, a fraction of space between them as their breathing mingled together. A knowing look was caught in Mira's, she had also seen the memory, Rumi’s magic pulling it up to share it between them.
“I’d do it again, you know.” She whispered, as she pressed a kiss to Rumi’s forehead, between her horns.
Rumi looked at her, eyes a dulled flicker of indigo as it ringed around her irises.
“Do what?” Rumi whispered back, her fingers clutching the blanket's fabric, claws digging in slightly. Her nervous firing off for a second before dying away, too tired to be anxious.
“Walk with you through Hell and back, even if I have to drag you out.” Mira said, voice muffled into her hair. As Mira held Rumi closer, while Zoey pressed against Rumi from the opposite side.
Rumi’s tail wrapped around them, anchoring them to her as they folded into a loving embrace of warmth, care and understanding.
“Me too Rumi. You’re ours, we will always pull you back from the edge. We love you.” Zoey whispered back, her head resting against Rumi’s shoulder, lacing their fingers together.
“You’re not a monster, Tiger Lily, and you will never be like him. You’re Rumi, you’re a girl that just so happens to have a beast living inside of her. But we aren’t scared of you, or The Demon. We choose you. All of you. You always come back to us, even if you feel like you won’t.” Mira says, her voice slightly wobbly as she holds Rumi closer. Peppering kisses along her forehead and cheeks, Zoey matching the lipstick stains on the other side.
Tears prick Rumi’s waterline.
She has always felt like a monster, even when Celine or Mira or Zoey told her she wasn’t. Always believed that she was just like her father, only chasing after her hunger, her lust and the need to devour to destroy.
That one day she wouldn’t come back from the void. That fear still lives inside of her, perhaps it will always live inside of her.
But here she was, nestled between the two women that loved her no matter how many times The Demon had slipped. No matter how much she hated herself. No matter how dangerous she could one day become.
Ruts will come and go. Her lunation cycles will continue. Her Demon will still battle with her humanity and fight to take full control.
But for once; The Demon was silent.
Rumi allowed the silence to wash over her, as the exhaustion finally caught up to her, eyes becoming heavy lidded, breathing deepening and dropping lower in her chest. Her head nestled into the crook of Mira’s neck, while Zoey’s legs tangled in hers, Zoey's arm was a steady weight as her waist. While Mira held onto her, a constant reminder that she will always pull her back. She fell asleep nuzzled between them.
Tomorrow will be a new day. The Demon would surge again, wanting more; But they would be ready for whatever The Demon threw at them. With rules in place and collar and leash in hand.