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[amourtician]

I'm not the only one looking at all Dark Days and thinking of the potential, am I?

Hop to it. Just, uh, remember content warnings.

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dubcon, yes

[(Anonymous)]

The goal of many a ritual is transcendence. A discovery of something beyond oneself, an effort to lose oneself entirely in the divine. That had been her goal when she had set out into the woods, waterfowl and weapon in hand. She had certainly lost herself somewhere along the way, chanting her prayers and exposing herself to the elements. It was midway through her third pass through her litany that something very much unearthly came into the clearing. Jay Zimin had been making discoveries of his own, and seethed with darkness and light and power. And her mind, lifted far aloft from reason and restraint, drew conclusions about the significance of this.

"...Oh, knight with seraphim's wings, dressed black like the sky you gave me...!" Natalie advanced on him, arms wide, voice quivering with awe.

Jay recoiled the slightest bit, lip curling, but made no genuine effort to step back. "Now... now darling, I don't think you've got the right..."

"Eyes like the sunset waves, call to me through darkness..." Shaking with anticipation and cold, she reached for him, blood-slicked hands seeking his face, but settling for his shoulders instead. Those lights were eyes, weren't they? For they just blinked. And then narrowed. Her hands stopped just short of settling upon him.

"I am really not the 'knight' that you're looking for, dear." He frowned deeply, the black aura about him pulsing menacingly. "Do keep your filthy self away, or..." But the exact nature of the threat would remain unvoiced, as Natalie had simply lunged in for a kiss. One that she had no intention of breaking anytime soon. Jay struggled to push her away. She pressed the effort, leaned into Jay, planted a foot in the mud, and either by accident or fate pitched her full weight into him. Down to the ground they went, and so the struggle began.

Jay wanted little to do with the bloody, naked, formerly vampire woman atop him. She had even bit his neck, of all the things, when he foiled one of her efforts to plunge her hands into his pants. It was rapidly becoming obvious that this was a battle to be fought more via cunning and compromise than physical force. So he threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair, gave her head a sharp pull back, but stopped trying to keep her hands from wandering where they would. "Haah... Is this really what you want, you beast?" And he tilted her head downwards, to be sure that she saw his latest shapeshifting effort. For her hands finally did get a proper grip on his pants and tug them downwards, only to find that what was within them to be... more than expected. Vastly more.

And then her face lit up with fascination and determination. "Absolutely. Yes, yes..."

Which wasn't the reaction he had expected. "Now... now wait just a moment, you can't possibly... haaah!" But she possibly could, for Natalie was already lifting herself to straddle him, already rubbing against his cock, already slick and hot with arousal. Holding her by the hair was of no use. His hands fell to her hips instead, nails digging in, though he was no longer sure if he was trying to remove her or guide her.

"Aa-aah... pain's as good as praise to Her." Then came a more focused roll of her hips, and an attempt to sink downwards that went nearly nowhere. A bit of panic flashed in her eyes, a brief moment of lucidity coming to her. This was too much.

"Oh? Is it, darling?" Jay smiled, and there was nothing kind and warm in it. A little upwards thrust of his hips, a little tug downwards on hers, and another measure of his length sank in, jostling a choked gasp from her. "You should sing your praises a little louder." Then another thrust, another pull, this time though she resisted and tried to lift away, stifling sounds of pain through gritted teeth. Then another, drawing her back down the same distance and then some, this time getting a proper shout from her.

And so it started as a strange tug of war, fought in inches and half inches, told in growls and yelps. But it wasn't long before it became actual fucking. Spiteful, defiant, determined fucking, Natalie's hands clamped onto his shoulders, Jay's nails dragging hard along her flesh. Each determined to outlast the other, each intent on winning, however such a thing would be defined. She was slick enough now to take nearly all of that impossible girth, the pain of being stretched so far giving way to a weird sort of pleasure. And that gave him the liberty to buck against her harder, caught up in the sensation and greedy for every fraction of an inch more he could plunge inwards. It was raw, not reverent, but whatever otherworldly presence that Natalie had called down seemed to approve. For as their climaxes hit, surprisingly simultaneous, a crack of thunder sounded, lightning flashed, and the heavens opened up upon them.

When Jay's grasp finally loosened, Natalie lifted herself free, and then simply toppled on over in a twitching, spent heap. Jay's own aura proved to be to his benefit and dignity, for it slowly levitated him back to his feet. If not for that, he'd have likely tumbled into the mud as well. And he was filthy enough, after all of that. At least the sudden rain would wash some of it away. "...well. I think that... makes a point." And he shuddered and shifted his equipment back to something more mundane. "Don't you, darling?"