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Pentagram City’s entertainment district was buzzing with energy, music pulsing out of every door, sidewalks crowded with patrons and workers going about their nights. One such patron, an orange and white long coated hellhound, was scrolling absentmindedly on his phone until a familiar voice called out his name.
“Hey! Jasper!”
The hound looked up with a grin, straightening as he greeted his friends: two more hellhounds and an imp, the trio being led by the largest of the three, a hound with thick black and tan fur and upright ears. The two embraced briefly before starting down the street, beginning to chat as the other two followed behind.
“Sweet that you could make it,” the German Shepherd patterned hound praised, “how’d you manage to get out of babysitting?”
“Amber actually has the night off; the club hired some hot shot sinner recently and he’s tonight’s headliner.” Jasper took a moment to stretch and shake his shoulders out as they got into line for a popular venue. “Damn, Max, it is good to be out; I love my sibs, but I’m losing my mind in that apartment. I need some grown up time.”
The imp, tall for his species with curly white hair, snorted a laugh. “‘Grown up time’? Dude, you’re the youngest one here.”
“Fuck off, Dennis,” the final hound, a burly bulldog type, rebuffed with a light shove. “Let the man live a little; we are going to get lit tonight!” The three howled in excitement, the sound quickly picked up by other hounds in the area.
“Hey, knock it off!” The bouncer groused from the door. “This ain’t Gluttony; no one wants to hear you mutts screaming your heads off up here.”
There were some protests from the waiting crowd, a few hellhounds opting to leave the line and go to a different club, but for the most part they settled down and continued awaiting entry. In the end the wait was worth it; the venue was crowded but the music was fantastic, the dance floor full of sinners and hellborn alike moving to the music. It felt good to turn his mind off and just do what felt natural, letting the energy of the room fill him as surely as the beat pulsing in his bones.
They’d already been there for an hour or so when Tank, the shorter hellhound, abruptly grabbed Jasper by the arm to get his attention. Once he saw what had caught his friend’s eye, he was quick to alert Max and Dennis as well.
A succubus had just entered the club; at least, Jasper thought she was a succubus, though she didn’t look like any he’d seen before. She was absolutely beautiful, her pale skin almost sparkling in the club’s multicolored lights—except that wasn’t exactly true. At first glance her skin was cream colored, but that wasn’t true for all of her; her arms, legs, and even tail were jet black, a delicate ombré occurring where they met her torso to even into the lighter tone. It wasn’t a pattern Jasper had seen on anyone else before; her horns were different, too, rising up from her hairline in crimson red with black rings around the base, delineating the shift from her soft face. That red color repeated on her cheeks, too, cute circular patches that stood out like blush spots; then it appeared on the spade of her tail, as well, forming a picture perfect loveheart within the black spear. At this distance Jasper couldn’t tell if the black of her lips was lipstick or natural, but they suited her round face perfectly as did the lovely lavender hue around her beautiful yellow and red eyes. Her wings were also somewhat unique, the same shape as most succubi but rather than the more common jet black they were red—at least in the inside. Their backs and the ribbing were all in the same pale cream as her face. Jasper had never seen a succubus with white wings before.
“Gotta be some kind of mix,” Max commented at his side, all four men watching as she made her way across the club to the bar; Jasper was mesmerized by the shift of her hips, the nip of her waist understated compared to most in hell, but her sparkly silver halter dress seemed to emphasize each step. As she turned, Jasper felt his mouth go dry; the back of the dress was so low that her tail went over the top hem, showing the same gradient of black to cream as her shoulders.
“Mix of what?” Dennis answered Max’s statement with a question, equally unable to tear his eyes away. “Definitely succubus.”
“Maybe a Goetia?” Jasper spoke finally, heartbeat spiking as the petite woman slid between dancers and hopped up onto a stool at the bar. “She’s gorgeous.”
“Dibs!” Tank declared suddenly, his tongue half out of his short snout as he began moving forward.
Dennis snorted a laugh. “You can’t call dibs on a person, bro.”
The short hellhound rolled his eyes, elbowing his way through the crowd. “No shit; I’m calling dibs on shooting my shot first,” he retorted, worming his way through the throng of people.
“Good luck!” Max called after him, chuckling as he shook his head. “He’ll need it.”
Jasper laughed along, shifting off the dance floor to lean against the wall and watch his friend approach the blonde. They weren’t the only ones to have noticed her, it seemed; a muscular succubus got to the bar before Tank even had a chance. He must not have been her type, though, because moments later he was slinking off with noticeably less bravado than he’d approached. Tank tried his hand next and was shot down just as quick; as he made his way back, tail between his legs, Jasper watched a pretty imp try her luck. All in all, the blonde had rejected three more people by the time Tank had come over to mope at his side.
“Man,” the hound groused, dark eyes staring longingly across the floor as the blonde rejected yet another suitor, “what is she even here for?”
“The girl’s allowed to want a night out, you know,” Jasper rebuked immediately, a knee-jerk response to the other’s whimpering. “Just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she owes you her attention.”
“Look at that skirt!” Tank whined, gesturing toward the bar. Jasper couldn’t help but do as he was told, breath catching as he watched her shift on the barstool; the shimmery fabric came to just above mid-thigh when she walked in, but her seated position made it seem so much shorter. “She wants people looking at her.”
“So?” Jasper snapped, more irritated now than he’d been before. “Like you haven’t ever wanted attention before—remember when we went to the lake? You were tripping all over yourself to try to show off in front of the girls, messing around on the diving platform like some kind of clown.”
“Oh yeah!” Dennis smiled as he sidled over to join them, sipping a bottle of beer. “Then you did that dive and lost your trunks! Classic Tank.”
Tank growled, hackles rising in irritation as he glowered at them both. “That bitch is shooting down everyone in this room,” he retorted irritably. “There’s plenty of other places to get a drink; if she didn’t want people talking to her, she should have stayed home.”
“Maybe she just doesn’t want horn dogs like you talking to her,” Jasper snarled before he even thought about it, immediately feeling guilty for it as he saw his friend’s face fall. Despite Tank’s unhappiness or perhaps somewhat because of it, Max was laughing when he joined them.
“Damn, kid called you out,” the larger hound teased, slinging an arm around Tank’s shoulders to jostle him playfully. “You just gonna take that, big dog?”
“I’d like to see him do any better,” Tank muttered before standing straighter. “Yeah! I’d like to see you do better!” He declared, pointing a finger in Jasper’s face. “You go talk to her! See how you feel after she shoots you down!”
“Fine, I will.” Jasper heard himself saying it, felt his mouth moving before his brain had the chance to catch up and tell him how stupid this was. By then it was too late; the gauntlet had been thrown and he’d fetched it like an idiot. “Just watch; I’ll show you how to handle rejection like a man.”
It was too late to back down; Jasper squared his shoulders and began making his way across the floor, ignoring the cheers and jeers of his friends as he approached the bar. The closer he got, the drier his mouth became; how was he supposed to do this? He’d never tried to hit on a succubus before, if that was even what this woman was, always thinking they were much too far out of his league. This woman was so far out of his league, he doubted they even played the same game.
By the time Jasper was settling into the stool beside her at the bar, he was willing to bet his tongue was drier than the sand in Wrath. He didn’t look at the woman at first, instead flagging down the bartender to order a drink for himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman take the cherry from her drink—something green in a fancy martini glass—but averted his gaze before he could see the fruit reach her mouth, already flushing darkly. It seemed all the liquid that should be in his mouth had gone to his palms instead; he rubbed his hands against his jeans, trying to make the action seem natural as he awaited his drink. When it finally came, he took a long swallow of the cheap beer before finally trying to speak.
“I know you’re probably tired of everyone coming over to throw themselves at you,” he began, keeping his eyes locked on his coaster, “and I’m real sorry for interrupting your night, but— but I just wanted to let you know that you’re the single most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” He took another drink, internally cringing from how corny that had sounded. “Anyway, I hope you have a good night.” He turned to walk away, heart in his throat as if it were trying to crawl out of his chest and run away, too; then there was a hand resting on the crook of his arm and a slender tail curling about his waist. He let the soft touch of both pull him back to the stool, utterly dumbfounded; when he finally let himself look at the woman’s face up close, she took his breath away.
She was smiling, her teeth so brilliantly white she almost certainly had them regularly, professionally done; this close, he could see the black of her lips and pretty lavender of her eyes weren’t make-up at all but natural patterning. Somehow, she was even prettier up close than she’d been across the room. When she spoke, her voice was warm and sweet like honey, smooth and somehow smoky all at once. “That,” she stated lightly, “was the most honest thing anyone’s said to me all night. Sit a spell; tell me about yourself.” She set an elbow on the bar, chin resting on her knuckles as her luminous eyes blinked up at him. “How did such a sweet young man find himself here tonight?”
Jasper swallowed thickly, trying not to panic; he’d never thought she’d actually talk back, he’d been thoroughly prepared to say his bit and walk away; he hadn’t planned this far ahead. “I, uh…I like to dance,” he offered sheepishly before holding out his hand. “I’m Jasper.”
She chuckled softly, taking his hand in hers; even as he was internally bemoaning his foolishness, going for a handshake, she surprised him by bringing his knuckles up to her lips. “Nice to meet you, Jasper,” she answered, a playful gleam in her eye as she dusted a kiss over his hand before letting go. “You can call me Lulu; I like to dance, too.”
“Lulu,” he repeated, mesmerized, “like the theme park.” Before he could even begin to kick himself for saying something stupid—again—she laughed, an adorable little chuckle that rose and fell in an almost melodic way.
“Exactly like the theme park,” she agreed, “the one here in Pride, though, not the one down in Greed; they’re spelled differently.”
“Good to know,” he mumbled, watching the way her lips curled around the rim of her glass as she took a sip of her green cocktail. “So, um…you come here often?” He winced as soon as he said it, embarrassed to have asked something so cliche.
If it bothered her at all, she didn’t show it. “No, actually,” Lulu responded, running her fingertip along the glass to capture a single escaping droplet before it could slide down the stem, “I haven’t really gone out like this since…wow, since before my daughter was born, actually.”
Jasper had chosen the absolute worst time to take a drink; he nearly choked on the mouthful, feeling a distinctive burn in his sinuses that told him he was lucky none had come out of his nose. “Daughter?” he wheezed out when he finally caught his breath, looking over her figure and face again to try to figure out her age. She didn’t strike him as old enough to be a mother, but maybe she’d had her young; his mom had started having children fairly early, after all. “I- I would never have guessed you’ve had a baby.”
She laughed again, smiling brightly at his surprise. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she answered, tone teasing but not unkind, “but yeah, I’m a mom to a wonderful, amazing baby girl.” Her expression was so soft and adoring, one hand resting seemingly absentmindedly against her lower abdomen; likely unconsciously, the position further emphasized how slim she was despite having previously carried another person within her.
For a moment, all Jasper could do was stare; then he remembered himself, clearing his throat before speaking. “What’s her name? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s alright; she’s my favorite thing to talk about,” Lulu answered with a smile. “Her name’s Charlie. What about you? I expect you’re too young to have any experience with kids.”
“Of my own? No,” Jasper chuckled, “but I have a bunch of siblings that I look after a lot. I’m second oldest; my big sis Amber’s watching the littles right now. Here, hang on.” He dug out his phone, swiping through pictures until he came to one of his favorites; he leaned closer to Lulu to show her the image, all of his younger siblings snuggled up in a blanket fort in their living room. “That’s Pearl, Beryl, Diamond, Jade, and Gem,” he explained, pointing out each one as he spoke.
Lulu cooed over the photo, expression positively enamored with the image. “Such little sweeties,” she praised adoringly, shifting closer so her shoulder was actually leaning against Jasper’s side. She stated that close as she looked up at the hound, bright eyes curious. “You said your sister’s with them now? What about your parents?”
Jasper shrugged, looking down as he put away his phone. “Mom’s on a date, I think,” he answered absently, “haven’t heard from my dad in a few months; Diamond’s dad takes her on weekends, though, so that’s nice.” Jasper could see the sadness coming over her, the pity; it caused a heavy weight to settle in his stomach, just like it always did. He hated being seen as a charity case or looked down on; they did alright. He was fine.
Abruptly, Jasper got up from his seat, knocking back the rest of his drink. “Anyway—you said you like to dance?” He smiled broadly, offering Lulu his hand. “Wanna dance?”
She looked surprised at first, then that gorgeous smile lit up her face; she followed suit with her own drink, swallowing down the cocktail before taking his hand. “Absolutely.”
Dancing with Lulu was absolutely the right choice. She was a fluid and energetic dancer, full of life and vibrancy. She wasn’t shy to move with him, her hands on his shoulders and chest, pressed close in the crowded venue. It felt so natural to move with her, rocking with the music, his hands skimming over her body. After a few songs, he found himself with his arms around her, her hands sliding up his shoulders. He had one hand between her wings, the other tracing down her spine to the base of her tail. Their eyes met, the yellow of her irises shining almost gold in the pulsing lights. He felt Lulu pressing flush against his front, her petite form leaning close; he felt her wings pulse around his hand and then their lips met.
Kissing Lulu was even better than dancing with her. Jasper had kissed people before, of course, but something about Lulu felt so different; maybe he was wrong about her not wearing makeup, because her mouth tasted so much better than he’d expected: she was sweet, warm, with a faint trace of char like grilled fruit. Actually, she wasn’t warm at all—she was hot, temperature wise, more so than anyone he’d ever kissed before. When they finally drew apart, Jasper was breathless and Lulu was smiling brightly up at him. Her little hands gripped his shirt, pulling him down with surprising strength to speak into his ear over the music.
“I’m going to get another drink. Want anything?”
“Sure, thanks.” Jasper could feel a dopey smile on his face, watching her walk away before there was an abrupt, heavy weight on his shoulders.
“Dude! You’ve got to be the luckiest guy in Pride!” Max gushed, arm wrapped around him to jostle him energetically.
“Seriously, bro, how did you do that?” Dennis asked, practically bouncing at his side in excitement. Tank looked just as eager, bulbous watery eyes staring up at him.
“Come on, you’ve got to tell us your trick,” the shorted hellhound pressed. “You’ve bagged the hottest chick in this place, share the love, man.”
Jasper laughed, overwhelmed by all of the attention; his eyes shifted over Tank’s head, watching Lulu flagging down the bartender across the room. “I don’t know, man; I just talked to her like a person,” he explained, the statement sounding more like a question even in his own ears. “I didn’t do anything special.”
“It’s totally the brother thing,” Max declared, squeezing his shoulders. “You’ve got like, a lifetime’s experience talking to girls already.”
“That’s so it,” Dennis agreed, punching his shoulder playfully. “You’ve got the big bro cheat code.”
“Probably helps that you’re, you know,” Tank quipped, making a gesture that encompassed Jasper from head to toe. “Everybody’s real into pretty boys these days.”
“And Jazzy’s just the cutest little guy,” Max cooed teasingly, shifting his hold around Jasper’s shoulders to a headlock to playfully muss his hair. Jasper yelped in surprise before laughing, trying to twist his way out of Max’s grip.
“Hey, knock it off,” he retorted, fighting back laughter as Dennis took advantage of the hold he was in to begin playfully shadow boxing at his abdomen. “You guys are so immature.”
“Am I interrupting?”
There it was, that warm honey voice again; the group scrambled into more acceptable positions as Lulu addressed them, Jasper flushing darkly as he met her gaze. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind their tomfoolery; if anything, she looked amused.
“Lulu, hey; sorry, I was just catching up with my friends,” Jasper explained quickly, surprised to see she was actually carrying several drinks. “What are..?”
“I saw you guys talking; figured I’d treat the group.” Her smile was bright as she passed out the bottles; once her hands were free she took the cocktail glass from her tail, another one of those bright green drinks, raising it in a mock toast. “Nice to meet you all.”
“We actually already met,” Tank pointed out quickly. “I came over to talk to you before Jazz did.”
Some of the warmth left her expression, eyes suddenly cold as she looked the hound in the eye. “I know,” she answered flatly, “given you made such an ass of yourself, I thought I’d give you the chance for a clean start. Guess that was a waste of time.”
Max and Dennis both reacted gleefully, chorusing ‘oohs’ as Tank struggled to come to his own defense; taking pity on his friend, Jasper offered, “Tank gets a little nervous around girls; he doesn’t always know what to say.”
“No shit.” Lulu glared at the subject of their conversation over the rim of her glass, taking a sip before declaring, “Word of advice: don’t ever open with ‘I don’t normally go for flat chicks’. Not a good line.”
Jasper groaned as the other two cackled, Tank going red in the face. “Dude!”
“I didn’t say that!” Tank refuted before correcting, “Not just that; I said that, and ‘but you make it work’. It’s a compliment!”
“What?” Dennis was near tears, he was laughing so hard. “You seriously tried to neg her? What the fuck, Tank—she’s hotter than Satan’s taint, no way you thought that would work!”
“I wanted to stand out!” Tank protested. “Say something she’d not heard before!”
“Well, you got that right; I certainly had never heard that before.” Lulu sighed, finishing off her drink in one long swallow. “You know what? I think I actually want to get out of here.” Her gaze flicked back to Jasper, intense enough that it was like she was looking right through him. “Want to join me?”
Jasper’s eyes widened in surprise; his heart had dropped at her declaration, only to swoop back up to his throat and cause his voice to crack as he answered. “Yes? I mean.” He cleared his throat, flushing darkly as Max slapped him on the back and Dennis shoved him toward her. “Yes. I would love that.”
She smiled again, the expression lighting up her face. “Great. Come on.” She took his hand into her own, slim fingers slotting neatly between his as she led him out of the club and onto the street.
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Not long later Jasper was listening to Lulu’s appreciative moans and hums, watching her alternate between firm sucks and apparently attempting to fit as much into her mouth as she was able as they sat outside a diner, enjoying greasy burgers and sugary shakes.
“This is so good,” Lulu declared around a mouthful of juicy meat, “great suggestion, thank you.”
He chuckled, expression soft as he watched the beautiful, petite woman pack away the calories, feeling a primal pride over having provided even if it was just cheap fast food. “Glad you approve,” he admitted honestly, “I didn’t know if this would be your thing, but…well, I’ve always liked it.”
She chuckled, wiping a smear of sauce off her cheek with her fingers before licking them clean. “Why wouldn’t this be my thing?” she questioned, a note of teasing in her voice before laughing as she watched him scramble to come up with an answer. “Relax; I get it. When you look a certain way, come from a certain place…people make assumptions.”
Jasper wet his lips, eyes down toward the table as he chewed over that statement. “I’m sorry,” he decided finally, looking back up at her face, “that people do that—that I did that. And…” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing in a rush, “I’m really, really sorry about Tank. What he said was completely not okay, absolute douche behavior; I don’t know where he got the idea that that sort of shit is alright to say to anybody.”
She shrugged, the movement causing her sparkly dress to catch the sheen of the streetlights and overhead neon signs. “I’m not going to say it’s okay—it isn’t. But I can’t say I’m not used to it, either.” She gave him a smile, the expression somehow sad despite the upturned lips. “I don’t hold it against you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’re not responsible for your friends’ actions—though it does make me wonder why you hang around somebody like that.”
He shrugged, wadding up his empty sandwich wrapper and tossing it into the closest bin. “We’ve known each other since we were little,” he acknowledged. “There was even a bit where we thought we were gonna be brothers—his dad was dating my mom. They didn’t work out, but… I don’t know. We just kept hanging out anyway.”
“That’s really sweet.” She slid her hand across the table, black fingers settling over his to squeeze his hand gently. “I’m glad he has a friend like you in his life—even if he doesn’t deserve you.”
Jasper huffed a laugh, shifting his hand to lace their fingers together instead. Gently, he stroked his thumb along the edge of her palm before building up the courage to ask, “Why did you decide to talk with me—dance with me? You could have had anybody in that club and you know it; so why me?”
She gave a thoughtful little hum, eyes turned down toward their joined hands before admitting, “You treated me like a person. A pretty person, sure, a person you figured you didn’t have a chance with—but a person, still. I wasn’t some prize to win or accomplishment to check off; I was just someone.” She smiled, gaze shifting up to meet his own. “That’s all I want, really. Heck, that’s a huge part of what drew me to my wife, forever ago when we first met.”
Jasper’s eyes widened, unable to stop himself from questioning, “Wife?”
She froze briefly before laughing, pulling her hand back to her side of the table. “Don’t worry, you’re not helping me cheat or anything like that,” she assured, shifting to hold her milkshake in both hands. “We both knew pretty early on that we weren’t cut out for the monogamy thing; hell, she was married to somebody else when we first met, even.” Lulu’s expression sobered, tracing idle patterns in the condensation of her drink. “I… still feel bad about that, sometimes,” she admitted softly. “I never wanted to hurt him…but I did.” Those beautiful eyes turned back up to Jasper, carrying a weight and seriousness they hadn’t held before. “I would never want to put anyone else through that, make them do what I did. Never.”
The hound relaxed, offering her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Okay, cool; whatever works for you guys. So long as you’re both happy.” This was apparently the right answer; Lulu rewarded him with a bright smile.
“We are; about this, anyway. We’ve got other shit we need to work on, but this isn’t part of it. Our big rule when it comes to other people is just that we need the other’s approval before bringing anybody in long term, so you and me are totally in the clear to have all the fun we want tonight.”
It was stupid, but something about the thought of this being a just one night thing had Jasper’s stomach twisting up; they had only just met, but there was something about Lulu that he found mesmerizing, addicting, and it wasn’t just the way she looked. She was so sweet, so smart and fun; he’d found himself falling for her hard and fast. Even so, at least tonight was a start. “Cool beans,” he answered, immediately cringing at the statement. “I mean—great. Really great.”
Thankfully, she seemed to find his turn of phrase endearing; she giggled, shifting up so she was kneeling on her side of the picnic bench, elbows in the table as she leaned across it. “Cool beans,” she echoed, tone fond before she closed the distance between them for a kiss; Jasper melted into it, one hand coming up to cup her cheek as the other settled on her upper arm, his thumb caressing slow circles on her smooth skin. It was a perfect, beautiful moment—right up until the catcalls started up from passersby and other patrons. Lulu pulled back from the kiss with a faint scowl, tail swishing irritably as she glanced over her shoulder at their jeering audience before her eyes snapped back to Jasper. “Want to go somewhere more private?” she asked softly, stealing another little kiss after.
“Absolutely,” the hound answered without skipping a beat, gathering up their trash to dump in the nearest bin before offering her his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Lulu shifted so she was sitting on the edge of the table, holding out her hand toward him invitingly; the moment he took it, he had the strangest feeling that the rug had been pulled from under him. One instant they were outside the diner, the next they were suddenly in some kind of room; he could see moonlight streaming in through tall windows, but not much else. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet and falling onto something soft and silky, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. There was the sound of fingers snapping; a pair of candelabras then flickered to life, revealing their surroundings.
It was a bedroom, one with high ceilings and lush carpet; the thing he had fallen onto was the bed itself, a huge piece with posters and curtains like something out of a period drama. The candlelight was reflected in a mirror over a vanity across the room; all of the furniture was matching, pale cream woods and deep red fabrics with gold trim. Jasper looked around in confusion before his eyes settled on Lulu, finding her knelt at the foot of the bed with a worried expression on her face.
“You okay?” she checked, one small hand reaching out to gently pet the hair back out of his eyes. “Was it too much?”
“I’m—I’m good,” Jasper answered distractedly, relaxing somewhat now that he had gotten his bearings. “How did we get here—where is ‘here’?”
She seemed to relax, offering a sheepish smile. “Magic,” she offered with a little shrug. “Sorry; I forget how jarring it can be the first time.” She gestured toward the room around them. “This is my house; mine and my wife’s. Don’t worry, she’s out of town and my daughter is with her girlfriend; we’ve got plenty of privacy.”
“Your house.” He repeated quietly, looking down at the blankets he laid overtop and running his fingertips over the softest linen he’d ever felt, casting his gaze around a room that was surely larger than some of the apartments he’d lived in. His earlier hunch that she was part Goetia was seeming more likely by the moment. “Cool.”
Lulu bit her lip, fidgeting absently with the hem of her dress before bursting, “Is it too much? I can take you back to the diner, if you want, or back to your friends? Or— I’m sorry, this was crazy, I can take you home—“
“Lulu!” Jasper reached out to take her hands in his, squeezing gently. “Hey, it’s okay; you just surprised me, that’s all.” Slowly, giving her plenty of time to turn away or pull back, he leaned in for a kiss; she pressed into it, her hands clutching his tightly as she pressed closer to him. After a bit her hands shifted, sliding up his chest to his shoulders; the motion pushed back his jacket and he didn’t hesitate, arms moving to strip off the fabric and let it drop to the floor without breaking the kiss. Her hands pushed him gently, laying him back against a truly ludicrous number of pillows; he slid one hand into her soft blond hair, the other settling at her waist to pull her closer.
Lulu’s knees parted, allowing her to straddle one of his thighs; even through their clothes, he could feel the heat of her core pressed against him. He tensed the muscle, rolling his hips up to rock firmly against her; she gasped softly, the air escaping into his own mouth before she began to roll her own hips, grinding against him. His jeans were thoroughly uncomfortable by the time he shifted their positions; he turned them over, laying her down against the pillows instead. His hands settled at her hips, the soft swell of them fitting perfect against his palms; he licked his lips as he drew back from the kiss, blinking down at her pretty face.
“Can I…?” He questioned softly, thumbs stroking tenderly along the hem of her skirt.
Lulu nodded quickly, expression breathless and flushed as she answered, “Yes.”
Jasper moved back down the bed, laying on his stomach between her thighs as his hands shifted, moving to her inner thighs to hold her open; her skirt fell back with the motion, exposing white lace to the candlelight. For some reason, Jason’s mind jumped to a bridal veil, covering the beauty from her beloved’s sight; with one thumb he tugged the fabric aside, leaning in to swipe his tongue over the dripping seam between her lips. They parted beautifully for him, his muscle gliding from her perineum up to circle her clitoral hood; Lulu gasped softly, one of her small hands fisting in his hair as he rubbed a smooth circle around that firm button.
It made absolutely no sense, but this part of her was even sweeter than her mouth; it was like lapping up syrup, the fruity flavor mixed with something sharper, like a spicy candy that he couldn’t get enough of. The heat of her was intense, edged well past warm to hot, making him sweat as she rocked into his touch; he found he didn’t care about any of it, not the nonsensical sweetness nor the abnormal heat, none of that mattered. All that mattered was making her feel good, using his tongue to draw more breathy gasps and keening whines from her pretty lips, getting her to pull his hair as she shuddered and trembled for him.
Jasper could hear her pulse in her thighs on either side of him, hammering faster and faster as the heat grew nearly burning on his tongue; behind his eyes, it was like the world was ablaze. He didn’t know if the light was real or imagined, some sort of psychosomatic reaction to the heat and sound: like his mind was convinced he was consuming sweep liquid fire, lapping up lava straight from the core of a burning star. It didn’t matter if this fire paradoxically consumed him, not so long as he kept conducting those heavenly sounds above him, building each moan and gasp and whimper to a climax; he felt Lulu’s thighs shaking on either side of him, the light behind his eyelids blooming into white intensity before dying back down as she panted to catch her breath.
Jasper pulled back slowly, a wide, pleased grin on his face before he’d even opened his eyes; Lulu was gorgeous, laid out on the bed before him, her sparkly dress catching the light as her chest heaved. Some of that light came from her own horns, the crimson pillars gleaming in the candlelight like red hot metal; Jasper didn’t know that he had ever been more pleased with an accomplishment before, his tail wagging excitedly as he surveyed the aftermath of his efforts. “Good?”
Lulu huffed a breathless laugh, brilliant eyes slipping open as she grinned up at him. “Fantastic,” she praised, carefully pushing herself upright to press a lingering kiss to his messy mouth. “Good boy.” One small black hand dropped to the waist of his jeans, thumb brushing over the button. “Take these off for me?”
Jasper didn’t need to be asked twice; he stripped quickly, shucking off his shirt and bottoms alike, too eager to be nervous about seeming overexcited. Lulu’s expression, when he looked to her, was pleased and approving.
“Sit against the headboard,” she instructed further, reaching behind her neck to open the clasp of her halter dress as she watched him settle in. “Perfect.” She slid off the bed briefly, letting her dress fall to the floor before slipping off her panties as well; Jasper couldn’t help staring, marveling at the newly bared creamy skin, the sharp contrast between her pale torso and jet black limbs. Even in the dim lighting, he could see that her perky breasts were adorned with nipples the same lavender shade as her eyelids; he wanted to shower them with kisses, to taste and touch every part of her.
Lulu returned to the bed, straddling his waist with her hands on his chest; his hands shifted automatically, settling on her hips to offer balance and support. Even in this position, he had to bow his head to kiss her; her hands stroked over him, one sliding up his shoulder and neck to grip his hair, the other beneath his arm to his back. Her claws applied the perfect pressure, just this side of pain as they dragged through his fur; soon that sensation was an afterthought, his breath caught in his throat as she settled over him.
This much heat should be uncomfortable, should cause him to pull away or else be burned; instead he rocked up into it, moaning against her lips as she took him in in one smooth movement. Her own breaths were short, quick pants as she settled around him; her walls were like a velvet vice, applying the same pressure her claws had, dancing on the line between pleasure and pain like a high wire act. Nothing Jasper had experienced before that point could have prepared him for the pleasure of that sensation; he couldn’t imagine anything ever feeling better.
Then she began to move.
Lulu’s motions were fluid, almost unnaturally so, rising and falling in his lap without letting him go. Those pretty sounds were spilling from her lips again, gasps and sighs and whines; there was something else, too, something at the edge of Jasper’s perception, ringing and echoing more in his mind than his ears. So overwhelming were the sensations that it was all he could do to hold on; and hold on he did, strong arms curling around her, one hand kneading at the place between her wings. The other hand slid down her spine to her tail, curling his fingers around the limb; he heard her breath hitch as he did so, her insides briefly squeezing around him in a reactive pulse. Spurred on by that response, Jasper firmed his grip on her tail, squeezing and caressing the base of it much like he would another organ. As he did, he kissed, lapped and nipped at her throat and shoulders, trying to give to her at least a fraction of the pleasure she gave him.
Lulu’s movements quickened, the demon’s pace becoming almost erratic as she chased her pleasure; she grew warmer and warmer in his arms, brightening too. Before, his eyes had been closed as he focused on his task; now he could see she was truly glowing, emanating light from her body as her head dropped back, more sounds spilling from her lips—sounds he had no words for, no way to describe. Distantly, he could feel animalistic instincts inside him struggling to respond to all of the sensations: part was focused fully on their union, urging him to mark her effulgent skin with his teeth and claws, to plant his seed within her that he may sire offspring with this glorious being. Another was significantly less bold, whining warnings, urging him to show his own belly and throat, to submit to a superior force he could never hope to own or control.
All of this was muted, distant in his mind along with the fear of burning; none of it mattered, not so long as he held this glimmer of perfection within his arms. He had to close his eyes, finally, shielding his vision from her vibrancy; even so, stars bloomed behind his eyelids as his peak overwhelmed him. He felt shaky and boneless, emptying himself into the overwhelming heat of her; he could feel Lulu shifting in his arms, one of her slim hands dipping between them to touch herself. More clumsy than before, mind addled with pleasure, Jasper forced himself to assist; he drew his claws along the underside of her tail, teasing at the sensitive skin at the base. This was enough, it seemed, as with another indescribable cry his lover achieved her goal; hotter than fire, brighter than daylight, shaking in his arms before collapsing against his chest.
Jasper could only nuzzle her hair gently, breathing in the scent of something floral and something singed before sleep overtook him.
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When Jasper’s eyes next opened, there was warm dawn light spilling in the tall windows and a vague, annoying buzzing coming from somewhere to his right. It took him a moment to realize what the sound was: the vibration of a phone. Just as that knowledge settled, he startled properly awake—he had been out the entire night, and that sound was coming from the vicinity of his jeans. He carefully extracted himself from the covers—when had he gotten under those?—and snatched the pants up from the floor, getting ahold of his cell just in time to see the call end.
It was from his older sister; one of a few, it seemed, along with one from Max and two from Dennis. Jasper groaned, rubbing a hand over his face; he was going to be in for such an earful when he got home. Even so, as his eyes turned toward the bed and the figure still sleeping within, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it; Lulu looked positively adorable in the morning light, her hair a mess, sleeping on her belly with her face half smushed into the pillow. Jasper couldn’t resist the urge to capture the moment, taking a quick picture of his lover; as he lowered the device, he noted her eyes were now open.
Jasper smiled brightly, sitting at the edge of the bed and reaching out to gently pet his fingers through her soft hair. “Good morning.”
Lulu hummed softly, pressing into his hand and mumbling a greeting of her own before pushing herself up to stretch. “Mm—fuck, it is morning,” she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes as she looked out the window. “I should get you home.”
“It’s okay,” the hound assured, not wanting her to worry. “We’ve got time. Want to get breakfast, maybe?”
She hummed in response, getting to her feet to do a proper, full body stretch; Jasper didn’t hide the way he admired her form, the curve of her spine and flex of her wings. “Sounds nice, but no. I need to get back to my daughter.” With a snap of her fingers, they were both fully dressed; Jasper blinked down at himself in confusion, trying to understand how he suddenly felt as fresh and clean as he would as if he’d just taken a thorough shower. The bed was clean, too, sheets and blankets primly in place as if no one had ever slept in them before.
Abruptly, despite having been on the opposite side of the bed just seconds ago, Lulu was right in front of him. Jasper startled back, eyes going wide as her hand went to his cheek and eyes skimmed over his body. She wasn’t checking him out, he realized, more like checking him over; searching for any sign of injury.
“How are you feeling?” Lulu questioned, a thread of anxiety in her voice. “Are you…sore? Anywhere?”
Jasper’s brow furrowed, taking a moment to take stock of his body; shockingly, there were no aches anywhere, not even the kind he would expect after a night out. “I’m…I’m good.”
That seemed to bring her some relief; Lulu’s shoulders slumped as she gave him a smile. “Good. That’s good; all good.” As she straightened, he caught hold of her hand.
Holding her hand gently between both of his, Jasper asked softly, “What about you? How are you feeling?”
She looked surprised by the question, eyes widening before she looked away, as though the question had never occurred to her. “I’m…okay,” she answered after a long moment. “I mean, I’m great, physically. Tip top. I’m just…” She sighed, pushing her free hand back through her hair. “I guess I’m kind of dreading going back to reality.”
Jasper’s lips pursed; he wasn’t sure he understood, not really. The way she said it implied a heavier weight than what he was used to. He wanted to comfort her but was unsure as to how. Struggling to think of what to say or do, how to understand, what was possibly the worst possible question escaped him. “What are you?”
She laughed, a melancholic little chuckle before she gifted him the saddest smile he’d ever laid eyes on. “You know, I’ve been asking myself that same question for millennia.”
Before anything else could be said or done, Jasper heard a snap; then he felt that strange, rug pulling, falling sensation he’d had the night before. The opulent bedroom he’d spent the night in was abruptly gone; in its place was his familiar living room, full of the sounds and smells of home. Jasper stumbled, hands going out for support and accidentally knocking a lamp off its side table; the subsequent clatter and crash had Amber poking her head out from the kitchen.
“Where the fuck have you been? Never mind, get in here—Beryl lost his lunchbox again, help me find it.”
Just like that, it was over; she was gone. Jasper hadn’t even thought to ask for her number; all he had to show that last night had even happened was a photo on his phone. He dropped onto the couch, head in his hands, trying to understand everything as his family’s usual morning chaos unfolded around him without a care for his abrupt emotional upheaval.
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To say Angel Dust was groggy would be an understatement; the night before had been fantastic, his first headlining night at Covet high energy, exciting, and successful. Now, taking Fat Nuggets out for his morning walk, the sinner was somewhat regretting choosing to celebrate the job well done after returning to the hotel.
“I know, Nuggsy, I know,” the arachnid sinner mumbled, setting his pet down on the ground outside the doors before fishing a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his robe. He tapped one out as the little pig snuffled around the landscaping, eyes only half open as he patted at his pockets to find his lighter—only to remember leaving it upstairs on his vanity. “Aw, fuck, really?”
Something shiny caught Angel’s eye, distracting him from his disappointment. A demon was walking up the drive, someone he’d never seen but looked naggingly familiar. She was pretty, pale blond hair and slim figure, wearing a short, sparkling silver dress. As Angel’s brow furrowed in confusion, the demon paused and gave a full body shake, reminding him of a dog climbing out of a pond.
The shake came with a magical shimmer, the demon transforming before his very eyes; in a matter of seconds, Charlie’s dad was in her place, wearing his usual suit and absentmindedly brushing sparkles from his shoulders as he continued up to the doors.
“Morning, kiddo,” the devil greeted the sinner with a little wave. “How was your night?”
“Uh, apparently not as good as yours, Daddy,” Angel answered enthusiastically, his drowsiness entirely forgotten in light of this discovery. “I know a walk of shame when I see it—spill, give me all the juicy deets.”
Lucifer paused, arching an eyebrow as he looked up at the sinner. “Okay, first of all, I am the Sin of Pride; I’m not ashamed of shit.” It was a boldfaced lie and Angel knew, rolling his eyes as the king continued. “Second: no one who calls me any variation of ‘dad’ gets to know the details of my sex life.”
Angel gaped, staring after Lucifer as the man continued inside. “The fuck— oi! Come on, that’s not fair, I wanna know!” He whined in protest, giving Lucifer his best puppy eyes as the devil turned back to him. “Pretty, pretty please?”
Lucifer hummed, absentmindedly conjuring a flame to his fingertip to light Angel’s all but forgotten cigarette. “Tough luck, kid; you made this bed, lie in it.” Turning back inside, Lucifer’s expression shifted to open adoration, baby talk passing his black lips as he scooped up Keekee and carried her toward the kitchen.