Ni Solo - Bloodhair and Skorpa | December 26, 2022

 

~Biker/Supernatural verse mixed.

Snow fell heavily on the street of Stockholm, and not but a few lights could be seen on the dark street. What had once been a thriving business district was now mostly run-down condemned buildings, warehouses and a few smaller establishments that had just managed to stay afloat as the city rose around it and times had changed. One such place the old bar on the corner of the street. It was quiet mostly. One homeless man sat huddled outside the doors in a few coats and using the building to break the freezing wind that blew the snow heavily from above.

What a Christmas, not many were out. In fact the inside of the bar was not more than three older gentlemen playing pool in the corner, a man sitting slouched in the corner and the bartender. A tall grizzly looking fellow who one didn't need to get close to in order to be able to tell the homeless man outside likely smelt better. In fact at one point when up getting his drink, Sigurd swore he'd smelt straight onion on his thick breath and it nearly made him want to vomit. Unfortunately not many places were open either due to it being Christmas or because of the snow. Forget the fact it was nearly four in the morning now. He had perhaps three more hours as it was, if he decided to actually make it home at all.

Slowly opening his palm he stared down at the ring he'd been clenching all night long. At least they'd merely think she'd been mauled by dogs right? Except he couldn't get rid of that gnawing feeling of self-hate and regret in his stomach. He'd thought, however briefly… that revenge would be enough to settle for a time. It hadn't, not even as he watched the snow turn red once he'd had his fill.

"Refill?"

The bartender’s thick baritone brought him briefly back from his trance. God that smell! It was so bad he wanted it gone and would sooner barf then even call this one food. Even with the ever-tormenting sound of his heart beating a bit heavily. This whole bloodlust thing…. Not all it was talked up to be that was for sure. Not that he cared when he drained most. Not anymore than Skorpa. It was just so ANNOYING!

"No… think I'll actually close out my tab" He finally muttered moving to tossing a couple twenties down for the guy’s tip. Then sitting back he took a swig of the whiskey, dark blue hues for a moment watching as the man moved away to go retrieve his card and receipt. Feeling his phone buzzing in the pocket of his leather jacket he slowly let his eyes moving from the disgusting bartender, long enough to pull the device from his coat pocket and for a moment he eyed the text from Skorpa. Text number seventy-nine, just that night! Fuck it, he'd be back to their current lair before light. As he knew Skorpa would be as well and if he had to listen to the older man's endless harping on him about being careful so be it. However until then he was just going to ignore it and as the bartender came strolling near again with his check he moved to slip it into his pocket.

"Signature…. " The man spoke, coming to a stop at the table. You know if it wasn't for the smell, Sigurd might have considered sticking around to chat with the guy, perhaps even put him out of misery. His voice alone sounded as though he was just barely existing enough to make it to this shit job. Guess there could have been shittier lives right ….. then again he'd have paid money to trade positions with anyone else who'd managed to avoid the same level of heart break he wasn't sure would ever dull. Fucking bitch! Had he not given her everything!!? Well, ok to be fair he felt like he'd been saying that for longer than he could even remember. He only faintly remembered the good times enough to feel, stupid….

Moving to sign the paper and hand it back he again sat back for a moment. Only long enough to finish the drink in his hand of course! Eyes moving to the window he watched the snow falling for a long moment. Perhaps even longer than he knew but eventual he was moving to stand. Slowly making his way for the door he was inwardly hoping he'd been drinking long enough and that it had been long enough since he'd fed that .. 

As the cold air blew heavily over his features he stopped for a moment. Not much at all, in fact it nearly felt nice out to him. Taking in a breath he let his eyes close for the briefest on moments, hand searching in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

"Sir, sir do, do you, do you think that…" the man huddled up next to the building finally caught his attention. However without even thinking Sigurd's eyes shot towards him in a bit if a glare. Perhaps it was the face tattoo and dreads. Or perhaps it was the intensity in his gaze that made the man fall silent and soon he was apologizing pretending he'd thought he was someone else.

Taking in a slow breath Sigurd glanced away again and placed the cigarette between his lips. "I don't have any more cash…." He stated bluntly. Which was true, however after taking a drag and seeming to think for a moment he moved to pocket the cigarettes and reached to unzip the front part of the leather jacket he was wearing.

See as he figured, Skade had bought this near two years ago now. He needed to buy a new one as it was and ….  This man clearly needed it more than him right? Win-win and without burning a new coat. That and no one would think to track down his coat even if they were looking for evidence. Whatever few bloodstains were in the dark fabric invisible near the collar? Well this homeless man would be a detectives last stop if he was smart enough for that. Bye, bye whatever was left of evidence.

"No, no you really don't need to do all that. Won't you get cold?" The man had begun to argue as Sigurd neared moving to hand it to him.

"I don't get cold easily…. You need it more than me. Just take it, consider it a merry Christmas" He mused with a brief smile as he spotted the man's eyes lighting up. Reaching he took the jacket within his hands which were currently wrapped in what looked like pieces of scarf.

Well, there was a moment he briefly regretted being generous to any degree as the man had nearly started crying and thanking him. However he'd finally came up with reason to leave and started off into the blizzard which was only getting heavier as the morning drew closer. Heavy enough he doubted he'd be seeing anyone on his way home, except perhaps a few cars dumb enough to be out. Plus it being Christmas…. Who was out? The homeless and drunk losers like him who had no place better to be.

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Boots crunched in the soft white snow that covered the railway and his gaze had hardly left the white flurries that seemed to be dancing ahead of him. Stumbling along in a complete drunk stupor at this point, he could hardly even feel the cold air that blew across his near deathly pale features. That hunger again, twisting in his lower gut. He hasn't fed since Skade and a part of him didn't have the will power to purposely seek it out before the sun would be setting behind the thick clouds. Taking in a slow breath the cold was so harsh he swore it felt like pin pricks even in his lungs.

Suddenly pausing, his cold blue gaze lifted up from the snow long enough to zero in on the sudden smell he'd caught not far away. Vomit, methamphetamine, booze, and heavy hair spray. Another figure was stumbling across the tracks. A human, who also didn't seem to have noticed him yet. Watching for a long moment he sort of pondered his options here. Meth wasn't a good sign but, then again mixed with enough booze and…

Suddenly the human tripped and let out a bit of a cry as he'd lost his footing and…. He didn't move from where he now sat. A bit of sharper listening told him all he really needed to know as he heard the sobbing. He couldn't wait long, that gnawing in his stomach was growing. Especially with the thrumming sound of a heart beating out of control nearby. He took at least one normal step in that direction before…. He couldn't any longer. Patients had never been his strongest suit and even less so now as a fairly new made vampire. Closing the distance in a very little amount of time he only slowed right before the other.

"Rough day?..." He asked a bit casually. Mentally only waiting in hopes the dark-haired young man would look up at him long enough to try to at least charm him for a few seconds. A few seconds long enough to keep him from screaming when he attacked. Not many should be around or even able to hear but…. Best safe than sorry right? That and the more under control he had him he could also even avoid dropping a body. Possibly…. He'd only successfully done it once.

"What the!?" The male’s eyes shot up a bit nervously having not heard anyone approaching. Fingerless gloves wiping at his tear and eyeliner-streaked face.

"You will agree to everything I say" Sigurd spoke as the human’s eyes met his and for a moment especially with the other sudden eye twitching and shaking his head he thought he'd failed. Fucking tweakers! That and honestly he sucked at this. However just as quickly as he'd even thought that the other was nodding slowly in agreement. Had it worked that well? "Stand up …" he tested giving the human an instruction and much to his shock the other was soon moving to push from the ground slowly. A dazed look in his eyes as he stared at Sigurd. Was it the drugs? Was it merely the others clear mental place? He now felt like he had more questions than when he'd tried at first. However he hardly had time to think about it before he moved in fast to bite down into that perfect vein. He heard the other younger male his a bit in shock but then it was like he'd nearly lost his ability to stand as he'd begun to drink. His blood tasted, fairly thick perhaps? Whatever it was good enough he nearly contemplated not stopping. In fact he hadn't when he suddenly heard a voice shout.

"Noel! Noel, are you out here!!?"

Shit how had he not heard yet another! The voice was coming from near one of the long train box cars that was parked. Probably living out of it but that thought, Sigurd didn't consider until much later. In fact the voice had him stopping abruptly. Letting the other males body drop to the snow at his feet. The other damn near looked lifeless, shit, he'd probably die. Though considering that wasn't entirely a bad thing right? Hearing the footsteps of the other human nearing he glanced back just in time to see a male form rounding the corner. However it was dark and this one wore a jacket, and was suddenly shouting again. This time sounding panicked at what he was seeing. Ok, not good! However who'd believe tweakers right?

Like a bat out of hell he managed to bolt off the track and to the next street over. Leaving the one left alive to wonder what he'd even seen. Close call, at this point though he was partially just thankful he'd gotten a meal. His mind not once even going to the fact that Skorpa had warned him about making sure his victims were completely dead on a night of a new moon. Details right? Skade had been! He was pretty sure and even that he'd inwardly debated later….

He'd also eventually be arguing that the sky was so covered in thick clouds how could he have known! Still, this was a start to things he certainly wasn't imagining as he had continued down the street, teeth now chattering from the cold and hands under his arms. Glad he had at least worn a long sleeve as he now had enough blood flow to have him reacting to all of this in a human way. The cold that is, it stung and he couldn't have been more grateful than the moment the large abandoned looking apartment building had finally came into view ahead in the street. He was even sure he caught a whiff of his maker on the air. Morning was drawing near and it was definitely time to make it home in time to avoid the fatigue and illness one could even get if clouds blocked the sun's terrible light.

June 14, 2022 | Xander x Serena [SOLO]

 It was slow going, but Serena was healing. Xander had taken the initiative to make love to her regularly since their fight. Admittedly, her body did take some getting used to for him, but she preferred keeping at least a skirt and teddy on. He was surprised to find that, from the moment he made it clear he intended to make love to her, pure euphoria washed over and through Serena, burning away every painful emotion and lasting until hours after they'd both finished. He knew she loved sex and was uncomfortably privy to how she felt with others due to the nature of their bond. He had never known her to feel like this.

With clients-- when she felt lonely and went back to selling her body-- she got high off the feeling of being desired, but it was fleeting, and she had never actually gotten off with any of them. Xander still could not comprehend why she felt the need to be so promiscuous, nor why sex was so important to her. With her actual lovers, she was tender and adoring, at least with the men. She trusted Lucifer with her life. With Sigefrid and Louis, she was frequently overflowing with adrenaline. She still carried a torch for Trent, but since sleeping with him also necessitated sleeping with his wife, she was somewhat less than enthused anymore.

When she was with Xander, she was tender and adoring, cautious with her heart but trusting him entirely with their kinks, adrenaline-charged, passionate, and above all, joyful. He was beginning to understand the magnitude of her devastation when he had been away. Every time they made love, she healed a little more, trusted him a little more. She was as clingy as ever, but she was easier to be around and feed from.

It became a sort of ritual for them. He fed from her, which turned her on, and he now allowed himself to grow aroused, too. He teased her while he fed; she melted against him and teased him in return. When he'd had his fill of her blood, she pleasured him with her mouth. They would make love for hours. she would wrap her arms and legs around him:

"Xandy, I love you so much."

Since it was clear Serena thought of her Xandy as a second husband, Luci was strict in his standards for how the vampire treated her. Making her cry or making her feel insecure in any way would lead to a diet of animal blood and loss of his vampiric powers until he made up with her. It was a harsh punishment, but considering Luci had the power to send him to Hell or destroy him entirely, Xander had no choice but to watch his step. Serena herself was unwilling to make Xander suffer and would do everything she could to show him where she was coming from before it got to that point.

For someone so sadistic and antipathetic towards most, it was shocking to see how kind and forgiving she was towards her lovers. Luci had stalked her since she was 17 and kidnapped her to watch her sleep on multiple occasions. Trent had taken advantage of her feelings for him and broken her heart more than once. Sigefrid, Louis, and Nathaniel had all tried to kill her. Dany, was one of her official lovers, and Haesten, who was not, had both forced their way with her. Yet she'd forgiven all of them, or at least, needed their love too much to give them up. Xander deeply wished she would let go of the others and belong to Luci and him alone. He outright despised Sigefrid, Dany, and Louis. But as much as Serena wanted to forgive him, she didn't fully trust him yet.

(Note: The incident with Haesten is a solo I started but then got distracted before I finished. I'll put it up eventually.)

June 4, 2022 | Xander x Serena [SOLO]

Note: This was a little exercise I did to explore how I thought it would be if Xander was forced to feel everything Serena felt. She also gets a hell of a lot of angst out here. TW violence. Also, this is not meant to be guilt-slinging in any way. It's just what Serena was going through mentally at the time and I had to get it all out.

 Xander hated it when Serena insisted on cuddling him close while her husband made love to her, but he put up with it because he would rather be her emotional teddy bear than be nothing to her. Being around her was torture; she refused to acknowledge the pain and anger she still felt from their fight months ago. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't convince herself fully that she'd forgiven him. Yet she clung to him with all her might, pleading with her eyes for him to embrace her. And he did, because underneath her unacknowledged resentment, he could feel the strength of her love for him.

She was taking some time away from the club. Sigefrid was riding out more frequently now, and Serena, terrified that he'd met someone else, had fled without a word the night before his last trip. The relief her presence provided from his chronic pain was stronger than any opiate, and his resistance to pain had diminished considerably while she had been living with him. His dependence on her always brought him back. It had been enough, at first. She hadn't minded being used as long as she got to be in his life and warm his bed. But her jealousy toward other women had led to her shooting a crow-eater who'd been making eyes at him, and her trigger-happy demeanor was unsettling for the others in the club.

She was grateful Lucifer didn't feel the same murderous hatred towards her other men. Xander, on the other hand, was extremely jealous and possessive, and he'd made it clear he didn't like Sigefrid or Louis. He wanted to keep her here, with Lucifer and himself, for as long as possible. So, he endured her clinginess and refusal to go anywhere without both of them. She had stopped asking Xander to make love to her. He could sense that she still wanted to, that she craved him inside of her, but she would always withdraw rather than ask him for such a favor. Maze hadn't touched him in months, either. Whether in some twisted female solidarity, lack of interest, or by Lucifer's command, he didn't know.

Her once-bright teal eyes had dimmed to a shade of grey, and while she still didn't get sick, it was taking her longer to heal herself lately. Xander could feel her emotions as strongly as ever. She was angry and depressed, punctuated with bouts of sudden euphoria. Being reminded how loved she really was-- something she could never remember on her own-- brought her the purest joy, and it was in those times Xander preferred to feed on her. The feedings also made her happy, and turned her on, though of course she never mentioned that anymore.

She needed his embrace and his bite. He needed her to be happy. He swore he would do anything to put the light back in her eyes.

It all came to a head one day in June. Serena walked in on Nathaniel trying to kiss Xander and lost her composure completely. She grabbed a softball bat from the closet, shoved Nathaniel away, and cracked Nathaniel across the face with the bat, screaming obscenities at him.

Then she rounded on Xander.

"And you." There was light in her eyes, but not the kind he'd wanted to see.

"I was about to stop him--"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Xander! You think I don't remember how you reacted to Nathaniel and Trent's little pole-dancing session back in September? Oh--oh--speaking of Trent! You slept with my best friend, who's very clearly a man, and you enjoyed it, and then you have the gall to tell me months later that the idea of sleeping with a man makes you sick! You're the reason I have dysphoria now, you insensitive son of a bitch!" Tears were streaming down her face by now, her voice was cracking and she was having trouble keeping it modulated, but none of that mattered. She was finally getting it all out.

"I apologized for that when I came back," Xander reminded her, "when Luci summoned me, and you said you forgave me." His voice was calm, without accusation.

As quickly as her rage had come on, it dissipated, leaving her crying and shaking her head. "I thought I had. But you'd threatened to break up with me, and before that, you left me all alone for a month. I don't care why you left, Xander, you were gone!" Her temper flared again. "And the sense of purpose I got from feeding you, that feeling of being special, that was gone, too! I missed you every single day that you were gone, and when you came back, you refused to feed because I wasn't happy enough for you! I'm your Singer, Xander! That's why we bonded, or did you 'forget' that, too? Come to think of it, what the hell were you eating while you were gone?" Though she didn't say it, the look in her eyes and the jealousy surging through her told Xander she feared he'd cheated on her with the groupie chicks who hung round the museum at night.

"Animal blood, from the butcher shop. It did not satisfy me as yours does, but I have told you, I can taste your emotions. I can feel them, too. It is... painful to--"

"You think it's painful, feeling what I feel secondhand through our bond? Try fucking living with it 24/7!" Serena shouted. She looked like she wanted to hit him with the bat, too. "You--" She gave a loud, frustrated sigh and dropped the bat. "Empathy is nothing next to compassion," she said in a more measured voice. "You flinch when I feel pain, but you don't try to take it away. You just scold me for feeling it. And when I push it down and try to be okay, somehow that's worse. I love you so much! You're so intent on avoiding the pain I feel that you push me away and make it worse, and that, I don't love." She shook her head miserably. "Do you really comprehend how shocking it was when you suggested we break up? Why the goddamn hell would you ever think that was something I would-- I couldn't survive that! I can't--"

She broke down completely, unable to speak. Xander hesitated, but put his arms around her after a moment. She melted into his touch and a sense of relief coursed through them both. He let her cry for a couple of minutes, then spoke.

"I did not think you were as enamored with me as you had once been."

She lifted her head, confused. "What?"

He sighed. "If you loved and needed me so much, why chase after other men? I felt... inadequate." He hated to admit it, but it was true. "I can accept your history with Trent and your attachment to Lucifer. I can even tolerate you sleeping with Maze and Rebecca, to a degree-- don't look so surprised, of course I knew-- but those ruffians, and that criminal who looks like you... I am sorry, but I cannot understand why you would want or need them when you have us."

She ducked her head again, reluctant to answer. He could guess what she was about to say, and he dreaded it, but this was a discussion they had to have if they were going to move forward in any way.

"Because," Serena said softly, almost in a whisper, "they desired me. You, Xander, you were only interested in me after you tasted me, and even then, you pushed me away at first. Sometimes you treat me like something you have to put up with to get fed, and that's when you're not treating feeding like a chore in the first place. Sigefrid flirted with me and, okay, yeah, he was pissed when he found out about my body, but he actually acted like he needed me once we got past that hurdle."

"You mean, after you stabbed him, stalked him, and plied him with drugs," Nathaniel put in from the couch, holding ice to his cheek.

Ignoring that, Serena continued, "And Louis, he--"

"Broke into your house, beat you, fucked you at knifepoint, and tried to stab you to death," Nathaniel finished. "Honestly, Xander has a point. And you never would have met either of them if you hadn't gone back to hooking."

Serena frowned at Nathaniel. "Buglet, I wouldn't have had to go back to hooking if Xandy hadn't gone away. I'm surprised you didn't start, given how upset you were about George."

Xandy. That was a good sign. She was back to using her pet name for him.

She turned back to face him. "I can't be left alone, Xandy. I just can't. I can't handle it. And before you say I have Luci-- yes, I do, and normally that would have helped, but he was sleeping with Nathaniel at the time, and Nate needed him. So I fell back on what I'm good at, something to fill the void, pun intended--"

Nathaniel laughed despite himself.

"--and, well, you know. But sweetie, I never meant to make you feel like you weren't enough. I love you, and I am so, so sorry that I hurt you." She wet her lips nervously. "But... I also can't give them up. What if something happens and you're gone again? And what if Luci's busy at the same time-- I can't deal with that alone. I also don't want to fight anymore and I don't want to be mad. I want us to be happy together."

Xander sighed. "I want that, too. Despite what you may think, I love you, too. I never stopped. Even at my angriest, I could never stop loving you."

Serena's smile and the color returning to her eyes told him that he had finally said the right thing, and that the happiness lighting her up from the inside was pure and true.

May 9, 2022 - Sigefrid x Serena [SOLO]

Sigefrid found Serena's love of pomegranates completely incomprehensible-- too much work for too little reward, he said. She just smiled and fed him some of the juice that dripped down her fingers.

"Tastes good," he grunted, a bit grudgingly.

"So do you," she murmured, making her way slowly down his body with a mischievous smile. He closed his eyes and tangled his fingers in her hair. "And I worked hard for you."

He scoffed. She had, indeed, been desperate to appeal to him after he'd clocked her. "You calling me a fruit?" he asked with mock indignation.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she replied. "The other guys, though...."

"It's an open secret," Sigefrid said. "Haesten and Dany know, and if Dany knows, Harley knows. Surprised he hasn't said anything."

"Erik knows, but he's discreet. Allya probably knows, but doesn't want to get shot like her idiot brother." Serena smirked at the memory of kneecapping Rheagal. "And if Haesten, Dany, and Allya know, so does Dagfinn."

"I wouldn't bet on it. Dagfinn's usually off in his own world. Now, are we going to keep talking, or are you going to finish what you started?" He pressed on her head for emphasis.

"Oh, and Skorpa knows," Serena added, ignoring Sigefrid's chiding. She nibbled his lower stomach teasingly, making him moan and buck his hips.

May 1, 2022 | Sebastian x Rebecca - story fragment [SOLO]

CW: Discussion of noncon.

 Rebecca went looking for Serena at the MC. As it happened, Sebastian was there quietly discussing legal matters with Sigefrid and two men Rebecca couldn't place, though another girl was there clinging to them both by the arm.

"Bash, could I talk to you for a second?" Rebecca asked. A large man made a crude remark and swatted at her ass; she whirled on him with a glare.

"Easy, Haesten," Sebastian said, sounding bored, as if he dealt with those antics from Haesten all the time.

"Why?" Haesten asked mockingly. "Is she your woman?" Raucous laughter broke out at that. Sebastian smirked and clapped a hand on Haesten's shoulder.

"She's my best friend's wife," he said casually. "She wouldn't want you to take a turn with her."

Haesten's eyes went flinty. "I do not care what she would want," he said. "Sigefrid's and Erik's women parade themselves and none of us may touch them, but a pretty girl who comes so willingly into our den--"

"Is it not enough for you that you've taken Skade?" an older man demanded from his seat on one of the couches.

"If you'd like to form a line and each take a number," Sebastian quipped.

"What?!" Rebecca screeched.

"Since you brought her here, you should take the first turn. I'm feeling generous today." Laughter broke out again at Haesten's words.

"Good to know you'd be content with my sloppy seconds," Sebastian drawled, "but seriously, she's not on the menu."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. She'd been wondering if Sebastian would say anything useful. He turned his attention back to Sigefrid and resumed their discussion. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently until Sebastian scowled back over at her.

"If you'd like me to change my mind and ask these strapping gentlemen to keep you occupied--"

"Where's Trent?" she demanded, impatiently waving away his threat.

"Trent has been banned from this clubhouse for months," one of the men beside Sigefrid said in a high, somewhat nasally voice. The girl clinging to him nodded.

"He threatened Erik," she added.

"I know that, but I thought Bash would know where he is," Rebecca said.

The other man Erik's girlfriend was clinging to spoke up. "How did you know our lawyer would be here?"

Rebecca stammered awkwardly for a moment. Sebastian would kill her if she outed him, but she was terrible at coming up with plausible excuses on the spot. Sebastian himself seemed greatly entertained, crossing his arms and leaning against Sigefrid with a cool smirk, until Haesten spoke up.

"Look, she does not know what to say. Do you know what I think? She came into this clubhouse under a flimsy pretext, hoping to get some action." He advanced on her, but Sebastian took her by the arm and led her out.

"Off the menu, I said," he called back as they were leaving. He dragged her to his car and shoved her roughly into the passenger side, then got in.

"Seriously. What the hell?" he asked as he peeled out of the parking lot.

"I keep forgetting you're stronger than you look," she breathed distractedly. He frowned, but kept his eyes on the road.

"Haesten's right, you shouldn't have gone looking for me there. You couldn't have sent a text? Rebecca, I know you lack common sense at the best of times, but those guys are bad news."

"You hang out there all the time," she muttered, "in drag. You don't seem too threatened. Why should I be? And that other girl--"

"Allya and I-- Allya and Serena-- are under the protection of the vice president and the president. Some random chick walks in there, looking the way you look, and they'll use any excuse to tie her up and gangbang her. Unless you're into that, send a fucking text next time. And no, for the record, I don't know where your husband is. He showed up at Xandy's and my hotel room last week and I sent him away."

Rebecca scoffed. "You sent away Trent? The guy you've been obsessing over since you were in grade school? I don't believe it."

Sebastian's normally pouty lips went into a hard, straight line. Rebecca tried to open the discussion a few more times, but he ignored her until they got to her house.

"Get the hell out of my car," he said. She didn't. He turned to face her, teal eyes narrowed in anger. "Unless you want me to drive you back there and make a gift of you to Haesten--"

Without thinking, she launched herself at him. Grasping his face in her hands, she kissed him aggressively and made her way into his lap. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered if he was going to shove her away, hit her, or make good on his threat. Excitement pooled below her waist as the thought crossed her mind. Haesten wasn't a terrible-looking guy, and some of the others, with their long hair and muscular bodies, she wouldn't mind being railed by a few of them. Her face flushed as her imagination took over, and it took a good few minutes for her to realize she was still making out with her husband's ex-boyfriend, who hadn't done a thing to stop her. She pulled back, bit her lip, and looked up at him through her lashes. He rolled his eyes at her, opened the car door, and more-or-less gently nudged her off his lap onto the pavement.

"You could keep me company until he gets back," she husked, trying her damnedest to sound seductive. "And then... maybe we could share him."

Sebastian's lips parted. He'd been the one to break things off with Trent, but he clearly still loved the man, and he wasn't prideful enough to deny an opportunity to hook up with Trent with Rebecca's blessing. Besides, she could clearly see he was aroused. He might hate her, but he'd made it clear on multiple occasions that he found her attractive despite his constant digs at her body.

He ended up following her inside and feigning disinterest as she removed both their clothes. He allowed himself to be led to the bedroom and pressed onto the bed. He scooted up into a seated position by the head of the bed, his expression neutral as she situated herself, impaled on him with her legs wrapped around his waist. It wasn't the first or even the fourth time they'd hooked up, although it had never been just the two of them before. She was vocal as she rode him, running her hands through his curly blond hair, pressing her massive chest against him as though she expected him to appreciate it. He allowed her to use his body to get herself off, only reacting when she gushed all over his lap: He closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a faint smile.

Afterwards, when she was cleaning them off, she grimaced at him. "Hey," she began. "I'm sorry about before. I think I might have peed on you a little."

To her surprise, his cheeks colored faintly as he waved off her apology.

"It's fine," he said.

She looked at him quizzically. His blush deepened and he refused to meet her gaze.

"Sebastian? Are you... into that?" she asked. "It's okay if you are. I'm into some weird things too."

Sebastian huffed, got up, and left the room. When she padded out a few minutes later, he was dressed and watching a Mandarin drama on Netflix. She settled on the couch next to him, nestling in against him, and he put an arm around her automatically.

"We can make this a regular thing, if you want," he said between episodes, "but I am beyond uncomfortable discussing my kinks with you."

"That's not fair," Rebecca protested, pausing the show. "You and Trent stalked me and spied on me for years. You know all of my kinks. Why can't I know one or two of yours?"

"You do know one or two of mine," Sebastian gritted out through clenched teeth. "You know I like getting fucked in drag, and you know I have a thing for knives, both of which are evident from my relationship with Sigefrid." His expression softened into a fond smile for a moment, then his brow creased and he pulled out his phone. "Crap. I should tell him I'm here. Likewise, you need to tell Trent what just happened."

"What? Why me?"

"At the risk of sounding five, because you started it."

"You don't sound five." At Sebastian's disbelieving look, Rebecca shook her head and grinned. "no. Because if you did, I couldn't point out that... you didn't finish."

Sebastian blushed again. "Mind your own business," he groused. She laughed and straddled his lap again.

"Getting you off is my business," she purred in his ear. He shoved her off his lap with one hand and, when she looked up at him from the floor, there was as clear expression of annoyance on his face.

"Let's clear something up." There was a cold note in his normally warm and sweet baritone. "I jacked off watching footage of you in college, and then later when you slept with Trent. I've had group sex with you multiple times and, yeah, if those guys in the club had forced their way, I wouldn't have had a problem participating. But I have never once had an orgasm because of you, and I never will. Oh, don't give me that kicked-puppy look. I don't cum that often. I spend 90% of my sex life in chastity, so."

"Are you kidding me?" Rebecca snapped, sitting back on the couch and glaring at him. "You got 30 girls pregnant, Sebastian!"

"Which was clearly a prank from one of my in-laws," Sebastian retorted. "Oh, tee-hee, let's mess with the succubus. Have 'em knock up a bunch of chicks! Hilarious!" He threw up his hands angrily.

"Okay, but--"

"Listen." He steamrolled over her protests. "There is no way in hell I would ever get off from you consensually banging me."

Rebecca's eyes widened in horror as the implication sank in. He gave an ironic chuckle, seeming satisfied that she got the message.

"Don't look so surprised. You know I hate you." His voice was warm again, laconic. "I have no problem hooking up with you as much as you want. Be as good or bad in bed as you want, it doesn't matter to me. You won't get me off either way." He shrugged for emphasis. "And don't worry, I won't do the other thing unless you really piss me off."

She shivered. That was a pretty low bar to set. But she also didn't fully believe she couldn't get him off if she really tried. She scooted up next to him on the couch and rested her hand on his thigh. His eyebrows rose, but he otherwise ignored her, even when she pulled his arm around her.

"Hey, isn't that the actor Faustus likes?" she asked, nodding to the screen as she hit play.

"Vanness Wu," Sebastian nodded. "Yep."

"He is kind of cute."

Sebastian grunted in the affirmative.

"Fine," said Rebecca after a moment. "I'll text him."

A few episodes later, they were a tangle of limbs on the living room floor. Rebecca was exhausted and frustrated. She'd done everything she could think of, used every last ounce of her skill, and failed to evoke the desired response from Sebastian. He, meanwhile, was able to play her body like a fiddle with seemingly very little effort. For a guy who wasn't too enthused about sleeping with women, he had a shockingly good grasp of how to please them. Maybe Trent had shared some of his sex books with his friend, or maybe his skill came from spying on her in bed for over a decade.

"I hate you, so much," she panted now, nestling closer to him even as she said so.

"Good," he replied indifferently, like he hadn't been vigorously pounding into her and thumbing her clit five minutes ago.

"See, I don't get it," she said, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded him appraisingly. "You have this cold, calculating act. You claim I couldn't get you off unless you were raping me. But when we're actually doing it, I can tell you're enjoying it. The way you look at me, the way you touch me, it doesn't feel like you hate me at all."

He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Rebecca, the first person I ever loved abandoned me to chase after a relationship with you, multiple times," he explained patiently. "Of course I hate you. You take him completely for granted and then get mad when he shows a mind of his own instead of doing your bidding. For twelve years, you kept forgetting he existed until you wanted something from him, then got a bug up your ass when he had needs of his own. Nathaniel and I broke up with him because of drama you kept causing. But on the flip side, Trent's fascination with you was contagious. I want to know what the hell is so special bout you that the man I protected and loved for over 20 years could forget about me so easily. I don't want to think he's just out of his fucking mind, but personally, I can't think of any other reason he'd like you." Sebastian's voice was shaking as he ranted at her.

She scoffed, trying to hide how much his words hurt. "Okay. Wow. But that doesn't mean anything. You don't even like girls."

"Wrong," said Sebastian. "My first celebrity crush was Sandra Bullock. I sleep with Maze... semi-regularly, it used to be more often, but whatever. I have no problem bedding girls. You, however, I despise. I want to make that very clear to you."

Rebecca's hazel eyes narrowed. "Do you-- with Maze-- does she, you know?"

He stared at her until she completed her thought.

"Does she make you... you know, finish?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes yet again and huffed. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes. Rarely, but it happens. And yes, when it's just her and me," he added.

Rebecca nodded slowly, eyes wide. "Wowww," she intoned. Then she smirked. "I'll make you enjoy it with me. You'll see. Challenge accepted."

April 23, 2022 | Lazy feel-better fic - Serena x club [SOLO]

This was actually written March 9th, but takes place in April, so it's marked for April. I figure the last woman to realize she was pregnant would have caught on round the end of March, so a week from the end of April seemed appropriate.

Serena was taking care of Sigefrid's club, who had fallen ill around the same time. Despite some of the men's dislike of her clingy, needy personality, the fact that she couldn't get sick was her saving grace. She cooked, kept the safehouse clean, and did the men's laundry in ordinary circumstances. Now she was feeding them soup with fresh meat and vegetables, practically by the gallon. She had added sponge-bathing them to her list of duties and was doing their laundry far more frequently, with the help of her husband's consort, Faustus, who stepped in with magic when tasks got overwhelming. Faustus had warmed significantly toward Serena since she'd cleared him to sleep with Lucifer, not that Serena had been the one holding him back in the first place.

Serena had taken it upon herself to take care of all the men across three charters. But she paid special attention to the president, Sigefrid, who was her lover. And she may have also shown preferential treatment towards her friends Dagfinn (technically Sebastian's friend) and Dany (whom Serena had been attracted to before she'd met Sigefrid). She would have been preferential towards Bloodhair as well, but she was still sore with him for being unkind to her on his ex's behalf. But that was not to say she treated any of the boys poorly. She showed her deep adoration for Sigefrid by taking her caregiving role seriously. She'd come to see Sigefrid's men as an extension of him: All must be kept safe, fed, and clean, in as close to fighting shape as possible. Serena would get her own men-- extensions of herself-- to help, but they had their hands full taking care of the 30 mothers of Sebastian's burgeoning young. Adding a group of flu-stricken bikers to the list of people they needed to help would have been asking too much.

The women had begun to see each other as a community. Living in the same complex helped. Those who had shared Sebastian with the same lover were closest as they lived side-by-side and had that lover as a caretaker. Luci, of course, had declined caretaking duties and sent Xander-- who had not participated in any of those threesomes-- in his place. As the women grew closer, the strong better able to take care of those with more complications, it took weight off the shoulders of those assigned to see to them. Replacing that weight with yet more of Serena's... whatever they were was, again, too much even for Serena to ask.

Yet most of her partners loved Serena enough to help her take care of the bikers anyway. Nathaniel made vitamin-rich smoothies. Trent had the scarves Sebastian had made for him over the years sewn into blankets. Helena persuaded Freya to provide herbal remedies to ease the bikers' symptoms. Freya was with child herself; Faustus was responsible for taking care of her along with his own share of Sebastian's flings. He called upon his friend Dorian to help with his share, though, and Dorian did feel some measure of responsibility towards Freya.

Luci had been asked to cure the bikers' flu. He'd flatly refused, since Serena already over-used the healing ability he'd given her via the feather implanted along her spine. Serena disliked asking him for favors, and he disliked turning them down, yet his siblings had begun to grumble about Serena's use of divinity that did not rightfully belong to her. He was, he explained, protecting her. She didn't like the situation, but she accepted it. So Luci helped by keeping liquor and medicine stocked.

Trent had used to take care of Sebastian back when they were boys together, back when Sebastian could still get sick. Trent was patient, nurturing, and sweet-natured. He had once volunteered to take care of all 30 of the women who'd fallen pregnant. He had amazing fortitude for a regular human, and these qualities made him lovable. Yet Trent had once threatened Erik because he didn't like how some of the bikers were treating Serena, and was subsequently banned from their safehouse. He was in no great hurry to help the club, but he'd do just about anything for Serena.

Serena convinced Dany and Sigefrid to share a bed and let her snuggle up between them. She knew they both suffered from night terrors. When she felt alone, so did she. This way, the three of them kept each other comforted.

The boys were a little on-edge when Xander came around. They refused to invite him in, so Serena met him outside for feedings. Sometimes he held her a little longer than strictly necessary-- making up for lost time-- and she never complained. She loved him just as much as she loved Sigefrid. She remembered back when she and Xander had met. They hadn't gotten along at first. They'd each called the other out on the loneliness that drove their unpleasant habits. But they'd come to feel affection for each other over time, and the moment Serena's blood had touched Xander's lips, it was clear she'd been born to feed him, to love him, to be his human forever. He was possessive of her, and he and Sigefrid were mutually jealous of each other, but there was a tense sort of understanding between them.

With so many people to love and care for, Serena sometimes felt she had the world on a string. She loved having men to pamper and snuggle with. So what if she was a needy mess? She was unendingly giving, and she'd do anything for those she loved. The lucky ones would see that and appreciate her loyalty, clinginess or no. Those lucky ones would have her love and the benefits that came with it for the rest of their lives.

April 3, 2022 - Post-divorce [SOLO]

Note: This was written in March, but takes place in April.

 

A couple of months after the Blackwoods' divorce, Blaine Menchineel awoke to a knock at the office door. He had been sifting through the paperwork Fr. Blackwood had so considerately left him when moving across the damned country. Wearily, Blaine sat up and stretched. The knock sounded again, more insistently. Blaine stood and strode to the door. He threw it open with a look of annoyance, which softened as he saw who was standing on the other side of it.

"Lady— er, Freya!" he exclaimed, not bothering to hide his surprise. "What brings you here?"

"I have news," she said. "News my ex-husband will want to hear. What are you doing in his office, Blaine?"

"Eh, about that." Blaine scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you when we met, but I was transferred here to train as Blackwood's replacement. Antipope D'August recommended me."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Then you're…?"

"Father Menchineel, yes. Ehm, what is this news you bring?"

She opened and closed her mouth, then opened it again and said, "Nothing of concern to this branch of the church. It's a personal matter between Faustus and I." She blushed, hoping that didn't sound too rude.

"He and Dorian have moved already," Blaine said reluctantly. She balked at the pity in his gaze. "He's put the plans for the new church on hold for the time being, as you were disinclined to accompany him. He… ehm… he's been declared a consort of his friend, the club owner."

Freya could feel the emotions swirling around inside her, bringing her to a state of teeth-chattering dizziness. "You mean Luci," she said. "And his husband— wife— whatever, approved this?"

"If there've been any protestations, I've heard nothing of it."

"You would have," Freya said darkly. "Bash isn't the type to handle replacement gracefully." The air around her crackled dangerously. "Even if he isn't being replaced. You would have heard something," she insisted. A flame burst forth from her, dissipating just before it reached the paperwork on Blaine's fine mahogany desk.

"Shall we take this conversation outside?" he offered. "Conjure you up some tea, perhaps?"

She agreed to follow him outside, but declined the tea. "I can't risk it. Certain herbs— the baby—" She clapped both hands over her mouth, blushing furiously.

Blaine said nothing, but silently conjured a quill and piece of parchment. He wrote a short note and sent it off with a wave of his hand. Within moments, Faustus materialized, frilled shirt pulled out of smart grey slacks, hair uncoiffed. When he saw his ex-wife, he straightened up a bit.

"Freya." His voice carried the barest hint of astonishment. "Yes, Father Menchineel said you need to see me. What for?"

At the sight of him, Freya had to work hard not to break down crying or throw a curse or a fireball at him, or launch herself at him and start beating his chest with her fists like a mortal woman.

"You— you left me in my state to go chasing after a man!" she spluttered, laying aside the fact that it had been she who had left him. "All your pretty promises to love me forever and cherish me! They were all lies, Faustus!"

The expression on Faustus's face made it clear he thought he could say the same for her. "You've had no trouble moving on," he said bluntly, inclining his head to Blaine. "Did you think I wouldn't know about you flirting with him?" he asked patiently, calmly.

"Do not patronize me so!" she snapped. "As if you didn't flirt with Luci all the time, and now you're LIVING with him! I can't believe you!"

"Is this why you had Father Menchineel summon me here?" Faustus asked. "To rehash the same old arguments yet again?"

"No, you ASS!" she snarled. "I'm with child!"

Faustus blinked once, twice, three times in rapid succession. "… Mine?" he asked. He neither ducked nor flinched when she slapped his face.

"Yes, YOURS!" she bellowed. "Whose else would it be? And don't you DARE cut your eyes to Blaine again! He and I were never more than friends!"

"Neither were Luci and I, till you chose to divorce me," Faustus pointed out.

"I… gave you EVERYTHING!" she raged. "My brother DIED so that I could be with you! You took my innocence, you took me away from my family! I loved you more than anything, but it still wasn't enough for you, was it? You lusted, you PINED after Luci, and Trent, and Luci's spouse and who KNOWS who else? You stopped protecting me from Nathaniel's insults long ago, and— and— you never deserved me, Faustus Blackwood!" she finished, with an impressive stomp of her little foot.

Faustus couldn't help a small chuckle from escaping him. As angry as she was, she still had a strangely endearing way about her.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" she roared, aiming a fireball at him. He mostly dodged it, but stumbled, and it singed his shoulder.

"I'll take my leave," Blaine said, bowing out quickly.

"I stopped defending you against Nathaniel because he stopped insulting you in malice," Faustus tried to explain. "I got the impression he was ribbing you, in a sort of— how do the mortals do it?— pulls her hair and runs away, manner. As for Serena, I've explained to you that I'd no intention of actually shagging her—"

"Have you?" Freya asked abruptly, cutting him off. "With either 'Serena' or Luci?" The discomfort on Faustus's face as he hesitated told her all she needed to know. She scoffed. "Of course you have."

"Not the way you're thinking," Faustus said placatingly. Freya narrowed her eyes at him.

"What other way is there?"

Faustus took a breath. "Serena— Sebastian— brings home girls who've flirted, yet doesn't sleep with those girls solo. Each young lady chooses someone she'd like Sebastian to share her with."

"Thank you. I don't require more details." Freya's lip trembled. "How often have you been that man?"

"Eh, three times," Faustus muttered, toeing the pavement uncomfortably. "As have the rest of us."

Freya was curious despite herself. "Who?"

Faustus sighed. "Luci, Maze, Trent, Nathaniel, Catherine, Helena, Dorian, Louis, and someone called Dan or Danny. Xander and Sigefrid have a talent for making themselves scarce when the girls show up."

Freya did some quick calculations in her head. "Thirty!?" she exploded. "Bash— Mr. 'I can't date Cat because I'm actually gay'— has brought home THIRTY WOMEN!? And you all SHARE them with him? That's disgusting, Faustus!"

"Yes, well, it turns out you've something in common with them," Faustus said dryly.

"What could I possibly—" Then it hit her. "Ohhhhhh…. No! Faustus! What the FUCK!?" She slapped him again, hard! "And how many of THOSE are yours!?"

"Easy, girl! I've pupped no-one," he said, raising his hands. "None other than you, and Constance when she lived, of course. They're all Sebastian's."

Her disbelieving scoff mirrored exactly the one he had uttered when he had learned the same.

"All thirty girls have gotten paternity tests, and each of the tests indicate Sebastian is the father."

"Wow. WOW. It's a good thing you never fucked him or you'd have probably, somehow, magically come up pregnant too."

"Don't be silly," Faustus said lightly. "He doesn't penetrate men."

"Except Trent."

"Yes, except Trent."

They shared an awkward sort of smile.

"Well, Freya, I'm happy to give you the support you need, but I would either require you to move to the ladies' flats with me—"

"Wait… What?" Freya tilted her head quizzically.

"Ah, yes, I've not explained. Sebastian bought an apartment complex for the mothers. Each of us has been assigned as caretaker for the women we shared with him, so therefore each of us is in charge of three units and three ladies. Actually, Luci declined to take care of his ladies and reassigned them to Xander."

"He compelled Xander?" Freya asked with interest.

"I was not present for that conversation, nor have I asked. Though I do seem to recall eavesdropping on Xander and Sebastian discussing raising a baby together, so it's likely he volunteered."

"Oh." Freya blew out a breath as she and Faustus sat down at the edge of a fountain. They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Faustus said,

"I know you've made connections here. This is an awkward situation with no clear resolution—"

"I could stay with Blaine and raise the baby here," she said quietly.

Faustus's mouth puckered. "If that is what you wish, why would you tell me about the baby in the first place?"

"I do not know." It was her turn to shift about awkwardly. "I thought it was the right thing to do. I don't know if that's what I want."

Another long pause. Then, "You've lands given to you in the settlement. The caretakers of the honeymoon castle in Prague, for example, would be more than happy to assist you. I'm not worried, Freya. You make friends wherever you go."

"I also make enemies," she pointed out. "People who hate me for no reason. Ursula. Nathaniel. In fact, if Nathaniel is living in the mothers' complex, I DON'T want to go there." She fisted a hand in her skirt angrily.

"He's fond of you," Faustus pointed out. "He was against the divorce."

"So I've heard." The set of Freya's jaw made it clear she didn't believe that. "He may be cute, but he was always a jerk to me. I'd never even consider someone like that." She gave a little harrumph and stuck her nose in the air, crossing her arms to emphasize her point.

Faustus smiled wistfully again. "You should get your rest," he said. "I'll stay with you." He took out his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Texting George to have him take over my girls."

"There's no need. Father Menchineel can look after me." Was it a test or did she speak true?

Faustus gave her a long look. "I shall stay," he repeated. "Father Menchineel has paperwork to see to. He has Ambrose's help, but I imagine they're overwhelmed even so."

Freya scoffed. "That must be the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

"So be it."

March 20, 2022 | Serena x Sigefrid and Dany [SOLO]

 Serena loved waking up sandwiched between Dany and Sigefrid. She felt peaceful, wanted, loved. She knew they both needed to be comforted and cuddled at night just as much as she did, and if the oxytocin rush from cuddling happened to make her glow a healing white, then more-so the better. The men must have noticed their night terrors faded away to nothing on nights she slept in their bed (and they had moved to a bedroom, not to be disturbed by the others). They had gotten more comfortable sharing a bed with each other now, too. So comfortable, in fact, that one night when she was late coming to bed, she'd walked in on them "comforting" each other. It had turned her on immensely, and they'd been more than happy to let her join them.

Up till that point, she'd usually just clung to one of them and stroked or sucked him while the other plowed into her. She'd tried to keep her attentions to them about equal. Now that they were comfortable humping each other, it was less of a concern how fair she was. The men were unlikely to fall in love with each other, but they were both fond of her, and that was good enough for their arrangement.

She was more comfortable being openly loving towards Sigefrid. He'd let those three little words slip once when they were in bed together, and she'd been delighted. After a month of trying to hold herself back from pushing him away, the words now came as easily and naturally as breathing. She kissed him, nuzzled up to him, smiled at him-- her love for him was in every look and gesture.

He knew, and it didn't scare him. At forty-eight years old, he'd found a woman who was like oxygen to him. Tender and sweet, who wore her heart on her sleeve and insisted on helping him with anything he needed. He didn't mind her clinginess, because he was equally so. If she wasn't ready to meet him for a drink at the clubhouse right after work, he tended to get antsy and text her. Of course, she'd drop everything to come to him unless she was in court. He liked that about her. She acted like an emotionally unstable wild card sometimes, but when it came to being there for her men, she was as steady as they come.

She was always happy to see him and Dany, no matter what. He could throw her down the stairs in front of all his friends, or pass her around like a joint, and she would still hold out her arms to him and beam the next time she saw him. Yeah, she definitely had a few screws loose. It made him feel bad, the one or two times he'd actually hurt her since they'd gotten together. Sometimes he almost hated her for being so forgiving.

If Sigefrid was addicted to her, Dany was obsessed with her. The reason he was okay with Sigefrid humping him was because they shared Serena. He occasionally stole her perfumed extensions and sniffed her dance belts, not that she minded. She was equally comfortable cuddling up to and making out with and wrapping herself around Dany as with any of her other men. He liked how laid-back she was about being quasi-stalked. Then again, considering who she'd dated before, it made sense.

February 28, 2022 | Halfdan (Dany) x Serena [SOLO]

Loosely based on interpretation of Halfdan (Vikings) by Lydia S.  "Dany" is her spelling for his nickname. This was letter-perfect in my notebook; any errors in transcribing are due to being awake since butts-o'clock in the morning to be at the hospital.

CW: Dubcon/noncon. We were going to write this together, but co-writer went AFK and I haven't heard form her since about mid-February. (I'm transcribing this in May.)

Halfdan stirred. Someone was in bed with him, and had gotten there while he was dozing. He opened his eyes and saw a mass of curly blonde hair. Of course. Serena. The tease who acted like everyone's girlfriend but only let Sigefrid touch her. Yet here she was, clinging to him like a bat to a branch, and not for the first time.

"You again," he groaned. She raised her head, smiling.

"I couldn't let you sleep alone when you were having nightmares, silly," she said, slowly unwrapping her arms and legs from around him.

"I always have nightmares. You split your nights between me and your boyfriend there." He wasn't in the mood for her flirting. Nor did he miss how her smile widened to a grin when he called Sigefrid her boyfriend.

"Then share the bed with us," Serena said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Hell, no!" Halfdan snapped. "I'm not climbing into bed with him? The fuck do I look like to you?"

Serena blushed and ducked her head. She did that a lot, but she was the farthest thing from shy Halfdan had ever met. She did have some weird prissy habits, though, considering she used to sell it for $3,200 a night. She didn't let anyone undress her, including Sigefrid. She also had issues with anyone touching her hair. She never showed cleavage, and he'd never seen her in a miniskirt, either. Despite the fact that he'd seen her stash her water bras at the clubhouse, she didn't seem to wear them much; she always looked pretty flat-chested, though she tried to hide it with her choice of tops.

What did a hooker have to blush about, and what the hell was she hiding?

Halfdan walked his fingers up her outer thigh and played with the hemline of her skirt, noticing how her breath quickened. She pretended not to feel it.

"Maybe I'll change my mind," he purred, sliding his hand up to her hip. Her brow creased and she tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

"Dany, what are you doing?" She used the club's pet name for him.

He smirked, leaned in, and whispered, "Ever been double-penetrated?"

Her gasp and the way her eyes widened told him she hadn't. He found it hard to believe she was that inexperienced.

"The innocent act is getting old," he said impatiently. "Have you fucked two guys at once or haven't you?"

Now she giggled, another annoying habit of hers. "Not the way you're thinking, but yes. One in my mouth."

"And the other?" He glanced downward; she scoffed and shoved at him.

"None of your damn business."

He expertly rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. "I'm about to make it my business."

She squirmed and tried to shove him again. "No-- don't!" she cried.

"Don't worry," he said, unbuckling his belt. "I'll pay you for your time."

"I don't care about that!" she snapped. There was fear in her teal-green eyes. That was new. What could someone like her possibly be afraid of?

"You offered yourself to me so freely when we met. You greeted me like an old friend when we saw each other again. You cook for me, climb into bed with me, cling to me."

"I thought we were friends."

"Please. Girls don't act like that around guys they're just friends with."

"I wouldn't know," Serena said stoutly. She tried to push him away again, but he pinned her. She blushed again and looked away, frowning as if he was annoying her now rather than frightening her. Strange girl.

"Oh, I see," he murmured, leaning down and kissing her neck. "You're afraid of cheating on Sigefrid, is that it? I wasn't planning to tell him." He raised his head and smirked.

She looked up at him again, calculatingly, he thought. "I would still know," she said. "Please, don't do this."

He pretended to think about it. Then, "No, I want to know what makes you think you're worth over three thousand a night."

She glared. "I quit hooking when Sigefrid and I started spending time together. You know that."

He did know that, but he decided to torment her some more. "Once a whore, always a whore. I want to see what's under that cute little skirt of yours."

She started struggling in earnest now, snarling epithets at him, threatening him. He just laughed and tied her down, quick and efficient.

"You flirt with me constantly," he reminded her. "You knew I would want this. And I know deep down, you want it, too. I'm willing to go deep, Serena. So deep you'll be screaming my name. I'll scream yours too if you want."

Serena laughed, a bitter sound full of irony. "You don't even know my real name, and I'd kill you if you said it in bed. At least with me like this."

What the fuck? "You want me to untie you, you'll have to earn it," he taunted as he resumed undressing himself.

Now she was looking at him in confusion.

"I don't care what your name is," he added. Then, "You let Sigefrid call you Serena in bed. Does he know you have another name?"

She looked at him like he was an idiot. But she was the one who brought it up, he thought irately.

"Yes," she said after a beat. "He also knows I prefer my stage name when I'm... Look, just stop, okay? Things are about to get really awkward for both of us."

"Maybe you wouldn't feel awkward if you weren't so secretive," he said, sliding both hands  up to her hips--

"Don't!"

--and pulling down her weird-looking thong.

"What the hell is this?"

She closed her eyes, going red in the face yet again. "It's a chastity belt," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a drag queen."

Halfdan burst out laughing. "Seriously? This was your big secret?" He paused. "Wait. You said Sigefrid...?"

"Yes. He knows. And I swear, if you pick on him about it, I will fucking end you."

"I'd like to see you try." He stroked her cheek condescendingly, then grabbed some lotion from his bedside drawer and lubed up.

"You're still going through with this?" she asked, astounded.

"Didn't your precious boyfriend?" he sneered, moving things aside for easier access before slowly pressing in.

"Aah-- no! Hey, don't touch--"

"A little late," he scoffed.

She cringed. "And, no. Not the first time. He was so mad at me. It took us days to make up." Her breathing sped up as he pushed all the way in.

"You're not the first shemale I've fucked," Halfdan said bluntly. "Though what I can't understand is why you're so coy about it. Why not just be honest?"

"It's not something I'm accustomed to disclosing. For my clients at Lux, the fun was in the illusion. They knew what I was and sought me out because of it. Most of them didn't want the illusion broken. Then when I branched out, picking up men while in drag became a sort of game. Most guys thought I was pretty enough that it didn't matter. Some were fascinated and wanted to fondle me to... you know, prove it. No one tried to undress me before Sigefrid, and I liked it that way."

None of that made any sense to Halfdan, but he decided not to think about it. She felt good, whatever she was, her body squeezing him like a vice. He moved faster, testing her. She moved with him, relaxing and closing her eyes.

"Tell me how much you like me stretching you out," he whispered.

She opened her eyes again and froze, panic clouding her expression once more as she began struggling against her bonds. "We can't do this!" she cried. "Dany, please, you have to stop!"

He had no intention of stopping. In fact, he found her struggles and protests to be quite the turn-on. He pressed his body down on hers and kissed her roughly. She started to kiss him back, but abruptly stopped herself and began freaking out again.

"You like me," he whispered against her lips after breaking the kiss. "That's why you're fighting this so hard. You're afraid of what Sigefrid would do if he knew how much you want this. How much you enjoy it." He moved one hand down to make his point; she squirmed and thrashed about more aggressively. He laughed. "You're only hurting yourself," he said. "I told you, I'm not going to tell your man about this. So relax and let me give you what we both want." He kissed her again, and this time she submitted. She relaxed again and moved with him, making the sweetest noises as he used her tight little arse.

He started going harder when he thought she could handle it, and her moans grew louder. He noted that, even in the throes of ecstasy, she still sounded like a real girl. He wondered if her voice was just always like that.

She froze in panic again after orgasming, back in that shy, fussy persona. He figured she was usually wearing her chastity belt during sex and wasn't used to coming. He untied her arms and let her cling to him until she calmed down again, moving slowly and gently inside her.

"I'm going to fill you with my load and it'll be dripping out for days," he purred, distracting her. It worked; she giggled and buried her face in his neck. He picked up the pace again. "You like that?"

She nodded, nuzzling him. "It sounds so fucking hot," she moaned, her voice softer and higher than he'd heard it yet. "Gosh, Dany, you turn me on so much."