Taming ones lust I
Disclaim: All charas beside Jeremy aren't mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
Authors note:This idea came to my mind while I was writing 14 chapter of my fanfiction A demoness awakens and I just couldn't resist the temptation of it. ;)
It's a what-if side-fiction and I'm not sure if I want it to be part of the storyline told there. What do you think, please tell me?
As for the story, its based on the events set off in "A demoness awakens", and centers around Newt and Dali, which for some reason are very appealing to me.

World: Hollows – Ever After (Kim Harrison)
City: Demon-City of Cincinatti
Spoilers: for "Black Magic Sanction" and "A demoness awakens 14"
Charas: Jeremy / Newt / Dali
Pairing: Newt / Dali

Please enjoy, and tell me what you think about it.


Taming ones lust I: Request for help

- Dali -
It has been a busy day, as always with the courts. A lot of morons had been here to complain, to bargain, and to sue. I sorted through my last file this evening, and put it away in a subdimensional filing cabinet.
I closed the thing up and was about to turn off my communication via thoughts spell. It was like turning off a mobile phone back in reality, whatever was going to happen couldn't possibly be that important, that there wasn't enough time for me to get my ass home first.
There was always the scrying mirror curse to go with, something what might be equal to the landlines on the other side of reality.
Yes, even demons had the problem of constant availability these days. I on the other hand refused to go with the trend.
Trends were like flus, each year there was a new one, most of the time they were ugly, expensive and an utter waste of time. No I was by far too old for that.

While forming the last gesture for temporary disabling that curse a stinger went through me. Great, if this was more work I was going to murder someone, probably the lucky one who just wasted my quitting time all to hell. I sighed and activated my part of the communication.
Another's thoughts invaded my own; there was panic and worry there. What the hell was this? I checked up the user ID, and it was someone called Jeraltiemitiy. Who the hell was that? I couldn't for the live of me remember that name.
'Who the hell are you? And what do you want?'
Yes, I sounded pissed, as usual when someone called me, especially after my workload was over.
'Jeremy. Äh… Dali, could you come over, äh… Newt, something isn't right with her, could you take a look, please?'

Newt? Why was some demon giving me a call about the crazy demon bitch? I wasn't her damn familiar, and I wasn't responsible for her doings either. So why was this Jeremy wasting my time by pesting me?
It hit me right between the eyes: Jeremy! Jeremy, from New York. He had moved to our city 6 months ago, because Newt requested a new familiar.
'You're her familiar, why are you calling me? She should be you issue to take care of.' Damn greenhorn, sometimes I wanted Minias back on the job, he at least never asked for my help, even if he was a nuisance on his own.
'She scares the hell out of me, she is insane. '
'Old news. Okay, what has she done now?' The greenhorn wasn't kidding me, he was indeed scared shitless at the moment and demons weren't so easy to freak out. So there might be trouble coming his way he wasn't able to deal with.

'I don't know, she was screaming at me to get that strange curse, the one to get her instincts under control. But I couldn't find it; she probably is out of them. Newt got pissed and tried to find it on her own, calling me useless while she searched. But she wasn't able to find one either, so she wanted to mix one herself, seems she doesn't trust me at all.' The last was laden with pain; on the other hand I could understand Newt's mistrust. After the incident with Minias every demon in his right mind would second-guess his next familiar. Add to it Newt's increasing madness … well you get the picture, don't you?
'She never found all the ingredients and do you know what happens if she grows too frustrated with something?'
'Let me take a guess, she has blown her kitchen to hell.' I said dryly.
Well, this was typical Newt book. It has happened before, almost each time she received a new familiar, nothing to worry about, she would come around to like and trust Jeremy just fine, if he was able to stay alive for so long.
The thing that was worrying me more was the requested curse. Why the hell was Newt out of tranquillization-charms?

'Jeremy why is Newt out of that particular curse? Shouldn't you as her familiar make sure this never happens?'
I sensed some guiltiness on his mind.
'I'm new on the job, so cut me some slack.'
'Yes, pretty! You fucked up and now I'm the stupid idiot who has to come to the rescue, am I?'
'Dali, please.' He really was begging me now, what a disgrace of a demon. Demons deal, demons bargain, demons blackmail and threat but they NEVER EVER beg another person, demon, witch or what ever, for anything. What made Inariamh think he would be a good choice as Newt's new familiar? That guy was a dunce.
'How bad is it?' Better make sure it wasn't too late, Newt in heat would be about the last thing the ever after needed.

'Pretty bad, she threw stuff around, she slammed doors, and she put herself into a strange sort of protection circle. No matter what I threw at the door, I can't get in.'
'Jeremy, if a female goes as far as to seal herself, it means something like "leave me the fuck alone". You don't burst in their doors, unless you want to attempt suicide. Go to the demon-mall and buy the curses Newt desired earlier. I will be there as soon as I can.'
He was about to send something else, most probably a complain, I cut him short by hanging up my end of the communication.
If I wanted to get anything done, I couldn't be bother by morons, why hadn't he thought about buying the damn charm himself? Dunce!

I opened the door to my office and left the place, putting a three laced pivot curse on its door. As soon as I reached the sigel I jumped to my own kitchen. To say I wasn't trusting that stupid foul of a familiar was an understatement. He most probably would come back with the wrong one, with none at all, or even better was waiting for me to show up. In the end he might be prating about me hanging up on him, and that he was afraid to leave Newt alone.
So to make sure, I drank three of my tranquillizations charms and put 5 more into my bag. After that I reached for my scrying mirror to announce my visit.

I had witnessed an unbidden intruder in Newt's presence once, and I didn't want to end up like this one. So I would give her a call first.
My fingers touched the glass and I willed my mind to touch Newt's, holding all my thoughts and feelings tight, so it wouldn't catch up her craziness or confuse her even more.
Fragments of broken glass swam through my mind, as our awareness's touched each other. Definitively Newt was picking up.
'What is it Dali?' She asked, some strange aftertaste mixed with the flavor of her cold broken glassy one.
'You familiar called for help, he said you need a few tranquillization-charms. Newt how bad is it?'
Puzzlement swam through me, asking me questions about what I was talking about. Damn Newt wasn't remembering she was out of those charms, and that she had ordered some.

'What are you speaking about, Dali?' Oh, no, if I started to play twenty questions with her, I wouldn't be of any better use than Jeremy.
'I will tell you, but I want to do so in person, do I have permission to enter your house?' I asked and again she was overcome with confound. I sensed grow of frustration in Newt's mind.
'You might come over, and bring whatever curses you were speaking about with you.'
Newt most probably didn't know why she needed them, but she wanted them nevertheless, and as always she was ordering everyone around, even me.
I sighed and dropped our connection; lay the mirror back where it belonged and jumped before our little forgetful queen could disremember my announcement.

I misted into existence and it was far warmer than each other time I had been to Newt's house. Something was off; normally she didn't like so high temperatures.
"Newt, this is Dali. I have your curses right here."
No answer at all, I started to search for her, all her rooms were empty, expect for the kitchen, which was a room full of utter destruction.
The last room left was her bedroom; a chill went down my spin. I remembered our encounter in Rachel's church after Al has gotten himself killed. She had fought Rachel, and we had to pull the child's mind out of the database. After that Newt was thrown into her own circle and cursed herself with an aura-destruction spell. That one made me grin even now.
The demoness was pissed beyond all limits, and she dished out marks like a card dealer in Las Vegas. But worst of it, she proved herself to be a female; the only thing what saved us was one of these stored tranquillization-charms.
Normally, she never had problems with her instincts, since we were all unworthy weaklings for her royal blood. So where never was a male who attracted her. Maybe Al's and Rachel's little bond woke her longing for a mate. We would be pretty screwed then.

You could use the tranquillization-charms to tame ones lust, it even was able to work on female demons, and it created some sort of time-lack which enabled the bearer of one to thing straight through the lust. Normally a demon was using one charm per century. How could Newt the usually insane and cold fish use up so many of them in such short a time, that she was out of them? She must have been taking them like candies.
Some sort of foresight was pulling at the border of my awareness; I came to a halt in front of her most private room. Almost summoning my seers mirror to peep a few minutes into the future, to see what might happen to us if I would enter her bedder.
Even without my abilities I knew almost what was waiting for me, I activated the first curse I had taken. Females and their scent had driven demon males to war for ages, but we would probably survive it intact if I was able to prevent my body's reactions.

I knocked at the wooden door, I wouldn't enter any woman's room without an invitation, it was a sure way to get into the worsts of trouble.
"Who the hell?" A husky voice asked from inside, alone this was a clear indication that I had done the right thing by activating the curse, but I couldn't be sure how deep in a shitpit we were, before I entered.
"Dali, I have your curses with me."
"Enter," this was a little to fast for my liking.
I braced myself for what was to come, and jerked the door open. It was dark inside and warmer than the rest of her rooms; it almost reminded me of an antrum, the smell hit me and I almost reeled back.
"Fuck, Newt what have you done, you silly girl!" I exclaimed, I had never breathed air so laden with demon sex hormones. Was I really supposed to enter this? I had three curses to reset my lust, and I had already one in usage.
If I hadn't invoked it beforehand I would never have gotten the chance to activate it.

I touched the silver plate next to the door, sent an impulse of line through it; the darkness withdrew and bared an almost naked Newt on the bed.
The remains of her robe hung loose around her childlike frame, part of her skin was bloodied since she had tried to scratch the lust which was coursing through her veins out of them. Without thinking about it I entered, coming to sit next to her, she had bound herself in charmed silver, so she wouldn't reach a line with her subconscious and call all untaken demons to her lair. She reached with her hands and took mine as I was about to bare her for a checkup on her wounds.
"Dali, I don't know how to stop this." Newt sounded totally lost, helpless and desperate.
I touched her face, to check her temperature as well as to hush her.
A burning pain seared through my hand and I took it back from her skin.
"You're burning hot."
"I'm freezing and burning all over, Dali… what's happening?" A shiver went through her, the hormones were increasing and she was looking terrified. Her voice sounded like a little girls. Fuck, the woman was the second oldest demon in the ever-after, and this was her first heat.

Speaking about a shitpit just a few seconds ago, this was worse than anything my mind could have come up with. If that familiar had called me an hour ago, the curses might have helped to calm this until a more potent one could have been made, but this. It was too late.
I sensed my pupils expanding and a small thread of heat travelled from my head to my groin. Fuck, double fuck, fuck on red dust and inbred elf-brains.
Newt gripped her dark purple bedsheets and ripped them apart, while she screamed in agony, she pulled at her bracelet, which rendered her powerless and without the lines.
Syllables flowed over my lips and I invoked the second curse to stay calm, just one remained. Our insane One was trying to free herself, but the last thing we needed was her within the lines in this condition.
I growled and trapped her hands above her head; she looked at me with astonishment.
"Let go of me, get that silver off of me, too!" The bald demon demanded, for the time being I was save, until my third curse would be wasted. Afterwards it was a sure bet that I would be dead.

"Calm down Newt, control it, I have the curses with me, and as soon as I reactivated my thought communication curse I will call for more potions. Maybe Al has some more potent stuff to get rid of this, since he has the party and his mate to worry about. I trust him to be prepared." And with a flash of wonder I noted that I indeed had reliance in Al's second-guessing nature.
She shifted against my hold, something between testing my strength as a male and true resistance, it was only pure luck she had turned herself this unattractive, otherwise I would have react to it despise the fact of the curse. This was dangerous.
"Calm the fuck down and let me do my job by keeping us both alive!" I exclaimed, while I pushed her deeper into the pillows. How the fuck should I give her the potions while I had to hold her down.
I sighed and dropped part of my control, opened myself to the database and made a quick search, coming away with a fetter-spell.

Newt had turned even more female, since she was rubbing against me and growling at me on the other side, she had lost it. Her nature was fighting itself unsure if I was worth it.
"Fine," I said, I wanted to lay her in chains since she had become queen and messed up our world behind redemption. I never had the chance, and I probably would never get another one ever again. Chances were good that this evening would be my last.
I let my fingers shift to claws, drawing bloody runes on her wrists, feeding them with line-energy. The woman beneath me screamed in agony as she realized I had indeed bonded her. She was defenseless and maybe even worse, she had no outlet for her instincts anymore, since it was utterly under my control, if I would saturate her or not.
This sent a powerful surge of lust through me, I was master of Newt, at this moment she was completely under my power, under my spell I could possess her. Newt the queen was at my mercy. Without wanting to I spoke the words.
"At my mercy." I growled before, I came back to the front of my head. Now it wasn't only Newt anymore who was about to lose it, I triggered the third curse and pulled the bag of bottles onto my lap.

It took me four tries to extract the first one; I opened it and made Newt shallow its content. I invoked it for her, since she was still bound in silver. She went slackened under me and sighed, her nipples turning hard for the ley line magic I had just used.
I cursed in the old language while I gave the second one to her; it affected her as little as the first one. I tried two more and was now in big trouble, since they weren't working either. There was only one potion left, and I felt light-headed, which meant the pheromones were getting to me. I could take the curse myself and leave, but it wouldn't do me any good, since the demoness would free herself of my runes and the silver the moment I would close the door behind me. It would allow her to fuse with the lines, call all possible mates to her bed, which sooner or later would end up on my plate again, since I wasn't a taken demon anymore and would receive the pull as well as any other male. I was … we all were screwed six ways to Sunday.

"Dali… touch me, I'm hot for your skin. I want you, for hell's sake, do me. Taste me."
I watched the bottle in my hand, as if it contained the universes biggest truth, and would provide the solution for us all to survive.
Her words were sending warm shudders over my body, if I was about to take the last remaining curse I needed to do it soon, not that it would help in any way.
It would just delay the inevitable. I looked down at Newt, back to the bottle; her pheromones amplifying the urge to do her.
I let my communication curse snap back in place and called up Al, he had to know about this, because if Newt finished me off, the 9 marks would be back in their hands.
'What is it; you're interrupting… what the fuck is up with your thoughts?' He asked.
'Listen, Newt has fallen in heat, I'm at her house, in her… äh… fuck… this is so bad, I think I'm done for, Al you're the only one who would be okay when her pull get's out, you two would have to save the rest of demon-kin, exchange as many marks as you can for your help. Together you might be able to calm her.' I sheared the link before he could distract me with stupid questions.

Newt let out a low growl of discomfort and shifted under my body, it weakened my will big-time to have her still this willingly under my hands.
"Dali, you're the strongest of them, the one remained of the old ones, the old time, take me. Take me or I swear by Chibirias of the earth, I'm going to freaking murder you!"
I let my gaze move back to her. She licked her lips and I mirrored it, despise myself I draw her smell to me, swelling in her scent and about to lose myself.
"To hell with it," I threw the last bottle against the wall, if I had to die anyway I would be doing so while laving in ecstasy. And if Newt's little flattery was appropriated and I was the strongest male in existence, I was the only one who stood a chance to survive her sex-drive.


I don't know why but I like both of them and I like the pairing somehow.
This fiction will have two parts.

Main-fiction: A demoness awakens