Bunny Tail

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙨, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙮

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Laurent.

I knew that name pretty well. His name brought back anxiety to me, afraid that he'll hurt my friends, he'll hurt me and hurt Deimos. He had the power to do so. As soon as the name slipped from his mouth, I quickly shut my Lure off like a switch. The need, want, and horniness was gone, it was soon replaced by fear, embarrassment and disgust. I may have stop the Lure but Taran's shaft had its mine of its own. He came.

Taran disgusted in himself, dropped his erection like it was the bible and tried his best not to cry. I can see it. We all can see it.

I feel bad for Taran, so I grabbed a towel that Wynona gave me and covered him since he didn't have any liberty to move. I can see the rope burns in his upper limb, the smell of semen and sweat surrounded the room. I'll need some scented candles for that. Purge the smell.

I stopped the interrogation because Deimos was here, I didn't want him to know who Laurent was and what he's capable of.

So pretending will do. "Wyn, we have a name. I want Bellona informed of this and we'll continue the interrogation tomorrow."

Taran who was still a baby demon in our world, was beet red. The fog of sex was gone and him seeing a man with us was like someone poured bleach on his dick.

"I told you, sweetie, if you could have told us none of that could have happened." I said solemnly.

His demon eyes were still there but I knew I saw the conflict in his eyes.

Wynona walked towards him and wiped his sweat with an extra towel. "You should have picked me." She advised.

Taran couldn't look at our eyes, he was too embarrassed.

Wynona walked away, she knew what the boy wanted. Less audience to see his embarrassment.

I knew Taran wouldn't do anything, his ego was broken and he didn't know what to do. Even if he did, there were two of us and both stronger than he was. I sat up, Deimos mirroring me but he just watched our interaction.

A nail morphed into a black claw and I used it as cutter to cut off the ropes. I held the towel in front of him as he fixed himself. Yeah, this towel needs to burn.

With the extra towel in my hands, I wiped off his sweat and tried my best to comfort him. Damn, I really have a weakness with people who needed help.

I saw a tear slid on his face, he tried his best to keep it under control. "I didn't meet him. Laurent. I heard the other guys talked about him like he was some big shot." I let him talk, his black eyes turned back to normal as I wipe his sweat. "I needed money. My mother was a Catholic and she hated me when she found out what I was. Nearly beat me to death because of it. So I had to leave."

Oh my goodness gracious.

Sometimes, I wonder if humans are the real monsters. Destroying everything they touch, abused everything, and not once were thankful for what they have.

A lot of elemental people had to slowly decline due to the humans' desire to industrialized every corner of the earth. That's why the most of the Fae went back to their realm, Sirens have gotten desperate and killing people, Woodland creatures were basically homeless as they watched their home tore down to become an apartment complex that no one needed.

Taran continued, "The money was that got me. They promised they'll pay handsomely if we did the job done. If we failed, we knew Laurent would start cutting loose ends."

Yep, definitely sounded like Laurent to me.

The need to protect this boy ached me so I did what my mind told me to. "How about this, you come work for me—" I snapped my fingers and a contract appeared beside me. "You get to live here, have food and won't worry about the next couch you're going to sleep in."

He looked suspicious to my sweetened deal. "What do you get from me?"

"You help me," I said it, knowing it sounded so vague.

I saw the conflict in his eyes, he was tempted but afraid. I get it. I would if someone just violated his feelings.

I snapped my fingers and the contract burned. "I'll let you think about it, I'll even let you roam around my estate but with a catch. No contact from anyone outside and someone will be always with you. I'm protecting everyone in this house and without you signing my deal, you're trouble waiting to happen."

The glint in his eyes shown me that I got him.

The corner of my lips lifted and walked him to a spare bedroom, Deimos following behind us. I can feel the burning heat of his gaze in the back of my skull, like he was trying to read me.

I opened the door and shown him the blank canvas of the room, white walls, a queen sized bed in the middle, a study table, some chairs in the corner and a bathroom.

"It's not much but I hope you like it." I said.

Taran gaped at the room like he saw something so amazing that he cannot comprehend.

I shut the door, grabbing hold of Deimos hand as we walked away from the room.

We both heard the door flung open and Taran calling us. "Wait,"

I smirked and turned around feigning curiosity. "Yes?"

He looked shy, leaning against the doorframe. "D-do you still have that contract?"

I smiled, warm yet mischievous. "I do. Do you want to read it?"

I knew the answer but I had to pretend I have no idea what he wanted.

Taran looked at Deimos like a child asking for help. "Could you help me?"

Deimos looked shock but he hid it perfectly. He smiled, predatory yet accepting. "Of course," he said.

If it didn't made him look more daddy material I don't know what else.

Taran smiled and went inside his room.

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"I see what you did there." Deimos said once we reached the library, closing the doors behind him.

"Whatever do you mean?" I said, coyly.

Deimos looked intrigued and walked towards me with purpose. "You exploited his weakness, he took the bait."

"That's a cold thing to do," I frowned at him.

"Is it not true?" He smirked, leaning towards me, his hands going around my back and pouring himself a drink from the decanter.

"I like the boy, I see potential, I take it." I stared at him as he took a sip.

"Is that what you did to me? You saw me and decided to take me?" He teased, leaning in to whisper in my ear. I quivered at the sensation, anxious that I might say anything that I'll regret.

"And if I did?" I lifted a hand and trace his sharp jawline, a vision of me nibbling that jaw had me weak in desire.

"I don't know why you decide to 'apply' as my dick warmer but I'm not complaining." He said.

I couldn't help but laugh at him, pressing my forehead to his shoulder blade. The heat of his body comforted me, erasing all my thought of Laurent. Bastard couldn't just leave me alone.

"I wonder what your blood taste like,"

"Let's not find out then,"

"Why?"

"I don't think it's safe," Not safe for both of us because the need would only intensify. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, Laurent was possibly out there, hunting me and may know what Deimos meant to me.

My girls are being hunted like they were some game, I can't protect them if the Furies succeeded on dragging me back home.

"What do you mean?" He asked, pulling me away and putting the glass on the table.

"I don't know how you'll react with my blood," I really don't want to talk about this. It pains me to have him yet not having him. I can't protect him from afar anymore, that's why I need to eradicate every threat to him and my girls so I can actually rest.

"I don't know why I'm attracted to you, it may because you're a succubus but I don't think that's it. Your blood... it sings to me." He said, dragging me with him as we both sat on a couch. I sat on his lap, it's officially my favorite seat. "I like this. It's new to me."

"Me too,"

He rubbed my back, chuckling as he squeezed the bunny tail. "What are you wearing?"

I breathed him in, trying to save a lot of memories with him. "My lazy clothes,"

"It's cute." He commented, his hand moved from the tail until he squeezed my butt.

"It's cute but you got to see what inside." I teased, squirming in his lap.

He looked intrigued, his free hand reached for the front zipper, toying it. His hand on my butt was grabbing a handful. My nipples were erect, rubbing against the fabric and that hand was not helping at all.

He lowered the zipper until my cleavage was peaking then he stopped. "We better stop, if you don't want to continue."

I groaned, needy as Hell and basically dry humping him. "Don't stop then."

He was hard, I could feel him, the feeling of his erection from my constant rubbing gave me an inkling how big he was. I'm not even disappointed, I'm quite impressed.

My hands went to his hair and pulled, "You better continue what you're doing, Handsome."

"Yes, ma'am." He breathed out.

The zipper went lower, lower and lower until it parted to show my belly button, creating a large V shape on my torso. He shuddered as he stared at me like I was an art to be admired.

"Beautiful." He said.

He pushed off my onesie until it gathered at my waist, showing my chest at him, my nipples staring at me; begging to be noticed.

Deimos grabbed both of my breast in his palms and squeezed them. My nipples were happy that he was giving them attention but my pussy was crying. He pinched my nipples and I arched my back, leaning towards his touch.

My hips were aggressive towards his erection, as if rubbing harder would create a hole in his pants and release that dick. I knew my onesie was soaked, Hell, I might have left some wet spot on his pants.

I didn't care, my smell would stick on him and every female he encountered will smell me on him.

Deimos leaned forward and sucked on my nipple because nipping it. "Fuck," I moaned, I'm not gonna survive this if I don't feel his naked chest against me. "M-My room. My bedroom is soundproof."

He growled against my chest. "Where?"

I pushed away from him, standing in front of him causing the onesie to puddle at my feet. Naked in front of him while he was still clothed.

I didn't care anymore about anything at the moment, I just needed to touch him, feel him, and fuck him.

"I need you." I whispered.