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❝ Masquerade ❞

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Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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No, Snake certainly lacked the strength and power of supernatural creature, but he’s going all out to give Tiras what he wanted. He’s sure he’s never been so hard in his life. His cock ached and it seemed like Tiras’ body was the only source of relief. But did he want relief? Or was he willing to burn in the heat of his unbridled desire?

He wanted Tiras, more than he’d wanted anyone. A good part of that was simply Tiras being what he is. But some small part of it was because he admired Tiras for so long. Even if he wasn’t an incubus, Snake would have, eventually, probably wanted to bed him.

But this wasn’t a great position, Snake thought. Just laying atop Tiras didn’t give him a lot of depth. So after just a few moments, he pulled out with a whine and a shiver when the air, so much cooler than being nestled inside Tiras’ tight hole, licked at his cock. Snake quickly shifted between those gorgeous legs and ran his hands along those long legs, urging them against Tiras chest and then over his shoulders.

Snake quickly delved back into that warm, welcoming body with a long, low moan. His thrusts were deeper now, his balls slapping against Tiras’ smooth ass with each hard thrust. Snake was no stranger to sex, even to casual hook-ups, but this was so intense. Tiras filled his sense, obliterating all thought, reducing him to the animalistic need to chase his pleasure.

Wait...why was he pulling out? What could have possessed him to pull out when he was so deep in his spell? He let out such a whine of complaint until he realized what was happening. Snake was...repositioning? Tiras watched him with such fascination, unaware that someone who had already adored him before the spell latched onto them could have more freewill. After all, he'd never really seen it happen before. All his encounters with humans had been too casual.

That cock sank back into him and he cried out at how Snake filled him more now. It was rough and harsh and deep and...he loved every bit of it. Already he wanted to sleep with him again. Something he wasn't at all used to.

Pulling him down, Tiras kissed him again, the action as desperate and needy as the sounds that he was making in that moment. Whimpers and whines as he felt himself...

Wait would someone other than Su-jin make him orgasm? It was so insane a thought that he choked on his own sounds, clinging to Snake. "Please...I'm so..."

Close. And it was a strange and alluring thought for him to be having.

If Snake had any idea how few could actually satisfy Tiras, he’d be incredibly flattered. Flabbergasted, even, that he was able to be one of those few. As it stands, he doesn’t know about the incubus to even consider that sex might not be an incredibly pleasurable pursuit for him each and every time (but oh, he’ll learn if… when they spend more time together – not that he expected any such thing. Snake often meets creatures he spends a day or a night with and never saw again).

He continued to snap his hips, driving himself hard and deep with each thrust. Every move pulled some sound from him, a sharp gasp, a deep moan, something breathless. It felt so damn good, like nothing he’s ever experienced before (and, again, Snake’s no stranger to sex). Everything about Tiras just leeched the pleasure out of wherever it slept. Not just the way he squeezed Snake’s cock so perfectly, but the way the color rested on his fast, how his kiss-bruised lips remained parted, his lidded eyes.

Snake wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, himself. So he shifted slightly to adjust the angle, all but battering Tiras’ prostate with each stroke. Oh, how he wanted to feel Tiras cum. He wanted to feel that already too-tight channel constrict and spasm around his dick, milking his own orgasm from him in the process.

He swooped down for one last, desperate kiss, then panted against those plush lips, “Cum for me…”

Crying out as his body was abused in such a wonderful way, Tiras gazed up at him through his lashes and knew in that moment he really couldn't hold on any longer. So he didn't. He came hard between them, his legs clinging to Snake, only barely holding back from actually hurting him by doing so.

Then he melted into the bed, panting and shuddering from the lust in the air. It was so delicious. Something he already wanted to taste again but refrained because he didn't want to kill this human. No, he wanted to protect him and keep him safe so that way he could see him again. His adorable pet...

Lifting his head, he pressed breathless kisses anywhere that he could on Snake's face.

Snake grunted as Tiras squeezed around him. There wasn’t even time for his frenzied pace to go staccato. No, almost the instant Tiras came, Snake’s vision went white and the world fell out from under him. His cock spasmed in that tight hole, twitching with each pulse of cum he shot into the incubus.

Collapsing on top of Tiras, Snake panted and gasped for breath. He wanted to bury his face against the crook of Tiras’ neck, but he also didn’t want to miss out on those breathless kissed being showered over his face. His arms quivered with the effort it took to push himself up just enough to enjoy those sweet affections.

He felt like he’d just run a marathon… or three. His body hummed with lingering delight, but Snake already felt the aches settling in his muscles from the exertion. Tiras was right: it was the easiest lay he’s ever had. It was also the very best. Mindblowing. Just… he couldn’t even describe how wonderful, fantastic, amazing it was.

Wrapping his arms around him, he drew that head down so he could nuzzle against it. Cuddling with Snake, he closed his eyes while he came down from the high. This was...amazing. He didn't understand how it could be that way but it was and he loved it so very much. Later he'd be in denial and not want to think too deeply on it but right now he could just savor the moment with his new pet.

He definitely needed to get him a piece of jewelry with his crest on it. No one else was allowed to bring this creature harm. He'd destroy them for thinking about it.

"Shhhh...rest now. It's tiring to have an incubus feed on you and live to tell the tale..."

The fog of desire was dissipating from his mind only to be replaced by another: exhaustion. He wasn’t just tired, no. Snake felt a bone-deep exhaustion settling over his mind and body. Drained. He felt completely and utterly drained.

Don’t let him get too comfortable, Tiras. He might just fall asleep where he is.

“Mm,” he hummed quietly, just to acknowledge that he heard what Tiras said. And maybe to affirm the truth of it (as if Tiras didn’t already know it from so much experience).

Slowly, Snake’s heart began to calm and his breathing evened. The electricity dancing over his skin faded, leaving the only over-sensitivity where their bodies were still joined. Even being perfectly still, his dick felt good inside Tiras. The creature’s body clung so snugly to him, wrapped him in such warmth.

Oh, yes, he was definitely nodding off. Hope Tiras didn’t have any immediate and pressing plans.

Realizing his human was falling asleep he pondered getting up and just tucking him in. But no. He didn't have to go quite yet. So instead he settled to make himself comfortable and stroked his hair, the fingers of his other hand gliding along his back. Softly, he hummed a little song for him to lure him to sleep.

He could let his new pet get some rest then get up later. Being under him like this was actually comfortable and nice for a change.

Strange.

Under normal circumstances, Snake wouldn’t be this tired. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be tired at all. But sex with an incubus was decidedly outside his realm of experience. Ah, but it was something he’ll never forget. Snake doesn’t know it yet, but this one time with Tiras has ruined him for anyone else.

He sleeps for about an hour, a deep and dreamless sleep. But a restful one. When he woke, he was surprised to find Tiras exactly where Snake left him. And he himself hadn’t budged an inch.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, an apologetic look painted over his features. He shifted his weight to roll off Tiras to release him to the rest of his night. There must be others here Tiras knew and wanted to socialize with. Being Snake’s personal body pillow probably wasn’t part of his plan for the night

“Sorry,” he uttered, sitting up and scanning the room for his clothes. “That doesn’t normally happen”

Though he was awake for the whole hour, he didn't mind. This was surprisingly comfortable. Even if he really could just throw this body off if he wanted to and leave. Tiras seemed fragile but he was anything but that. But instead he remained there and stroked his hair, letting himself zone out for the hour that his pet slept.

When he felt him stir, he shifted to gaze at him then gasped softly when he felt him pull out of him. Rolling over on his side, he watched him curiously before smiling.

"You've never slept with an incubus though, have you."

Of course he hadn't. So of course he couldn't be prepared for how it would be to be fed on by one. "I could have left at any time. I didn't wish to."

No, indeed, he’s never slept with an incubus. A lot of other creatures, but never an incubus. Honestly, he’d never even heard of any existing before now. But he’s no expert on these things. Just an ardent admirer. An especially ardent admirer of Tiras – even before learning what he was and falling into bed with him.

Snake actually felt a little weak and swayed slightly when he rose to his feet. But there was a party going on and mingling still to be done. But he didn’t really mind if he spent more time with Tiras. It had something to do with his natural charm and something to do with Snake’s near life-long curiosity about him. Maybe it was more of a fixation. He followed the blog about Tiras religiously, always eager for some new scrap of news about him.

And now he’s here, in a room with him. Getting dressed after the best sex of his life. Of course he’s a little awed. And more than a little dazed.

“Oh. Well, um, thank you? For staying, I mean.”

"Make sure you drink a lot of juice and eat plenty of food. I've marked you as mine so no one will bother you in your weakened state."

Rolling onto his stomach now, he brought his feet up to kick them lazily. He should get dressed too but he was having quite a nice time watching Snake while enjoying his cum in his ass. He'd have to find a way to learn where his home was so he could surprise Snake by showing up there. Maybe he could ask Su-jin. He was so good at that sort of thing.

"Why are you thanking me for staying? You're mine."

Simple as that.

Snake let out a huff of a laugh. “Did I give blood?” Weren’t those the instructions for after a blood donation? Well, he thought he was funny. What’s also funny was the way Tiras’ eyes on him sent a shiver up his spine and left his skin dimpling like gooseflesh as Snake finished buttoning his shirt.

His fingers paused in their task, and he blinked over at Tiras. “Yours?” Does that mean he’ll see Tiras again? Does that mean Tiras wants to see him again? A mere human? And why is that thought making his pulse race anew?

“Then… will you tell me your name?”

(And yes, Su-jin will do a deep dive into Snake’s life the instant Tiras asked him to. Or even mentioned the guy.)

"Something like that. You gave me your energy. It was very tasty."

Tiras smiled at him sweetly but didn't bother to elaborate on what he meant by Snake being his for right now. There was no need to do so. It wasn't important. Well not to him. All that mattered to him was that people knew who Snake belonged to. As long as they understood that? Everything would be fine for them.

"My name is Tiras. I named myself after someone from the Bible." Because he was amused by the idea of doing that.

Snake snorted a laugh. An incubus calling himself after a Biblical character’s pretty entertaining. The irony wasn’t lost on him.

Normally, he’d just say thanks and peace out at this point. But he found himself lingering, wanting to bask in Tiras’ presence longer. What is Tiras’ spell or the fact that he’s someone Snake’s interested in outside of all that? Some combination of both?

Well, it’s not like Snake had anyone to go back to at this party.

Noticing that Snake wasn't leaving yet, he tilted his head. Of he knew that his new pet was under his spell but there was something different about. Was it because Snake had already adored him so much before their meeting? He didn't know because he'd never encountered this before.

"What is it?" he decided to ask, curious rather than annoyed by the way Snake looked at him now that they'd finished.

“Huh?” Snake blinked. It took a couple of seconds for him to realize he was loitering at this point.

“Oh,” he rubbed the back of his neck and glanced between Tiras and the door. “Sorry. I’m still having a hard time wrapping my brain around you being real.”

Rising to his feet, he gracefully made his way across the room to where Snake was. Gently, he pressed a hand to his cheek and smiled at him. Such a sweet thing. Not usually his type and yet...

"I'm very real, Snake. And I'm sure we'll meet again very soon."

He can’t help the way his eyes fall closed and he tilted his head into that touch. Yes, he wanted to see Tiras again. He liked the thought of it.

“I hope we do.”

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presuming they don't use Tiras' name on the conspiracy blog...

I'd say that's a fair assumption

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le fin~?