A/N: Here starts the erotica part of the story (aka there will be a lot of fucking). Not all scenes will be consensual and they definitely will not be vanilla, so I will do my best to tag triggers in each chapter up in the author's note. Tags for this one include: BDSM elements (collars, choking, pain play), dubious consent, threesome, humiliation, blow jobs, and piercings.
Also, can't remember if Knut is dead or alive, but he's alive in this chapter, so if he died let's just assume that the Trix brought him back with necromancy at some point.
Please enjoy this chapter, and some love would always be nice. XOXOX
Chapter 29
Early morning light filtered through the curtain-clad windows when Bloom finally located which spare room held her mate.
Bloom found the room easily enough, following the intoxicating floral scent mixed with her own muskier, smokier notes. The combination created something entirely unique and addictive for Bloom's nose and her nose only. Her mouth watered as the scent grew stronger, more concentrated.
"There you are, flower."
"Where were you?" Flora asked, timid and shy. She was seated at the vanity, running a brush through her luscious bronze hair, a sheer black robe pulled tight over her body.
"Teaching my prisoners a lesson in manners."
Bloom walked towards her mate, passing a four-post bed fitted with red velvet sheets. This bed was not on a dais; rather, it was built into the wall and topped with a luxurious canopy, the fabric tied to the posts where it then pooled to the stone floor. Their own bed would not be clean for hours still, the stench of music fairy permeating the air and diluting the scents of jasmine and honeysuckle. Bloom wanted to press Flora into those sheets and despoil them immediately.
Instead, she placed both hands on Flora's shoulders and leaned close to her ear. "Never mind that. I have a present for you."
Bloom placed an ornate jewelry box down on the vanity before Flora, who only stared at it as if it were Pandora's Box and opening it would release every evil known to the Magical Dimension. Slowly, though - with Bloom's hands gripping tight to her shoulders - she undid the clasp and opened the box. A sharp gasp escaped from her lips when she saw what was inside: a golden collar embedded with jewels and ancient glyphs.
"It belonged to my father, Wrathis, and my grandmother's mate before him." Bloom raised the collar to Flora's neck, admiring the way the gold complimented her skin tone.
Wrathis had been wary to part with it. Such a collar meant more power than Flora could possibly fathom, and he made it clear he still did not approve of Bloom's choice of mate. Still, he parted with the trinket as a good subject should, passing his position as Consort over to the next generation. Wrathis would still have influence, that was for certain, but now there was one more person above him, and that made his lip curl in disgust as Bloom walked away with his most coveted jewel.
Much like the way Flora's lips curled now, a panicked sort of frown. She pushed the box away.
"I - I don't want to wear this."
Rage flashed for the barest of seconds, painting the room red.
A tiny silver bell sat on a cushion atop the corner of the vanity. Bloom picked it up and rang it at a frequency only a succubus could hear.
"It is tradition that the Consort to the Queen of Eros wear a collar as a sign of submission and fealty. When you wear this, it reflects my power and my claim. No one can touch you. Succubi can be cruel...without this, you would be left devoid of protection," Bloom said firmly, leaving no room for discussion.
Flora whimpered in defeat, shaking as Bloom lifted the collar from its box. At least she had learned that there was no use in fighting. Things would go so much smoother if she just obeyed.
"This isn't about possession," Bloom said, then sighed. The weight of the collar was heavy in her hand, mixed with the heaviness in her heart seeing Flora so distressed at the sight of it. "Well, it's not entirely about possession. I'm sure you will wear it beautifully, and every time I see you with it on, I'll want you even more." Bloom ran a hand over Flora's clavicle, the last time the smooth skin would be exposed. She placed a kiss to that skin, an apology and also a promise to protect. "I'm sorry, flower. You have no choice."
She clasped the collar around Flora's neck, welding the edges into a seamless band of gold with a simple spell only she would be able to reverse. As Bloom thought, it fit beautifully. The gold shimmered, the large circular link lying perfectly against the hollow of Flora's throat. Bloom would miss getting to bite down on that particular expanse of Flora's neck when they fucked, but there were plenty of other interesting places to leave a mark. Besides, now she could wrap her fingers around that ring and pull, moving her mate however she liked. That would be fun.
"Now, now. You'll get used to it soon enough," Bloom said with a heavy sigh, wiping away Flora's tears. She had had her fill of depressing things for the night.
The witches and their brainwashed boy toy were too predictable. She had hoped they would have tried harder, sneakier to seize her power. Instead, they assumed Bloom would be foolish enough to be killed by her own desire, as if desire wasn't what a succubus breathed and bled. Riven's scent was all over her, along with death and decay. All Bloom wanted now was to replace that stench with the delicious scent of her mate, and that would be hard to do when said mate was crying.
Flora was just a fairy. There was no way for her to comprehend the necessity of all these succubus politics, and Bloom didn't want her to. All Flora needed was to sit and look pretty. All Flora needed was to relax, to inhale Bloom's scent, to believe that everything was changing for the better.
There was one way to achieve that.
Bloom stroked Flora's cheek gently, her thumb moving back and forth across Flora's cheekbone, careful not to scratch her with her claws. She didn't mean to seduce Flora this way, didn't mean to pump out a drugging amount of pheromones. But such things could not be helped as she stared into Flora's sparkling green eyes, as she touched her: one hand on her face and the other exploring the heat between her legs.
Flora yelped, then moaned as she leaned into the sensation, following Bloom's fingers as they stroked her with increasing skill. A few more fucks and Bloom would be able to play Flora's body like a fine instrument. It already swayed to her whim, chest heaving and tits bouncing as Flora lost herself in the haze of pleasure.
Sounds escaped Flora's throat and Bloom kissed her way up it, all the way to the shell of Flora's ear where she whispered, "Can you suck my cock, flower?"
Flora pulled away, a pheromone-drunk look to her wide, innocent eyes. Innocent eyes that belied sinful intentions. She nodded her head, hair swishing over her shoulders and spilling down her breasts as she knelt on the floor, eye level with Bloom's rapidly-growing phallus.
"Open wide," Bloom instructed gently, rubbing the hinge of Flora's jaw until she relaxed and let her mouth fall open.
Plush lips spread over her phallus, suckling on the head with tentative curiosity. Suction created fissions of pleasure up Bloom's spine, low and simmering. Those fissions sparked little fires the further Flora took Bloom into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks to make room for the massive girth.
Bloom fisted one hand in the hair at the back of Flora's head, taking control.
"There you go, that's a good girl," Bloom praised, pushing Flora's face forward until she took the whole thing down her throat, root to tip, making her gag. "So good for me."
"You called for me, Mistress?"
Azazel stood in the doorway, head bowed in the perfect show of submission, though his eyes kept darting up to where Bloom stood at the foot of the bed, fucking her mate's mouth with lazy thrusts of her pelvis. It was an erotic sight, one that made Azazel's own cock twitch in interest against his thigh.
"Yes, come in." Bloom waved him in with one hand and kept Flora where she was with the other hand firm against the back of her head.
Flora's cheeks burned bright red as Azazel came closer, no doubt mortified at being caught in such an intimate moment. Embarrassment was an emotion Bloom planned on fucking out of her. There was no place for shame in the heart of the Consort to the Queen of the Succubi. Flora would have to learn to be shameless with her sexuality, and those lessons started now.
"I promised you a spot in our mating bed." Bloom stroked her thumb across the swollen apples of Flora's cheeks, feeling each pop of her cockhead against the wall of Flora's mouth. "Now is your chance to claim it."
"I am honored." Azazel bowed deeply, his eyes the darkness of pitch. "How do you want me?"
"No one will have this perfection but me," Bloom said fiercely, possessive over her mate. Her grip tightened around Flora's hair a fraction, and Flora squeaked at the pressure. No one would be drawing any sounds out of Flora except for Bloom, herself. But Bloom had other needs that Flora could not provide. She cast a sidelong glance at Azazel's cock, remembering how well it had pleased her in the past. Her cunt lay open behind her phallus, weeping with need and coating the backs of her thighs with slick. "I want you to fuck me while I fuck her."
His cock jumped at the words. Bloom's lips curved up into a smile.
Together, the three of them meandered to the bed. Flora's lips were puffy from sucking cock, all the better for Bloom to suckle on as she removed her mate's robe. The sight of Flora naked brought such a thrill that never dulled no matter how many times Bloom experienced it. Azazel had not bothered with clothes and had nothing to remove, eagerly standing at the foot of the bed, waiting for his mistress to position her mate where she wanted her.
Flora ended up on her back, in the missionary position with Bloom on all fours above her. Azazel then draped himself overtop of Bloom, careful not to crush the women. He had never been so careful in his life, hyper-aware that this moment could determine his future in this bed. He would be good, or he would lose his favor and his life.
The mated pair held no such worries. Flora was flushed from head to toe, reeking of sweat and arousal and wet between her legs. Dripping, wetting the sheets beneath her as Bloom stretched her with two fingers, then three. Azazel's cock slipped inside Bloom the moment her own cock slipped deep into Flora, a feedback loop of intense pleasure that fed itself no matter which way she moved. Lean back, Azazel filled her further. Move forward, she sunk forward into Flora. Fuck and be fucked. Back and forth. An endless exposed nerve of desire.
It was hard to tell whose cries were whose, who finished inside who, and by the end all three of them were sated, fucked-out messes.
Azazel was quick to get up and wipe himself off. He ran the sheet over his cock, then went over to the vanity to fix his hair. Always a vain one, that Azazel. Bloom paid him no further mind, not caring what he did or what he took. He had what he wanted, now she could focus on what she wanted.
Flora lay on her side, head tucked against Bloom's neck so that she could hear her pulse. The metal of the collar was cool against Bloom's heated skin. She tipped Flora's head up so that she could see her mate's mouth, - swollen and red, - her eyes, - dazed and heavy, - her nose. Bloom kissed that nose, then looked further down.
"We shall have to pierce your nipples," Bloom decided, tugging on the left until Flora let out a squeak. She moved her hand lower, between Flora's legs to cup her oversensitive sex and pinch the bulging bundle of nerves. "And this."
She could see it now: Flora with diamonds dripping from her tits, from her cunt every time she spread her legs. A wealth of beauty and of pleasure, every nerve amplified to feel as much as Bloom did right now.
"I won't lie to you, flower. When the metal pierces your flesh, it will hurt. But when the pain fades, it will yield to such excruciating ecstasy you will beg for the hurt instead." Bloom kissed her mate fiercely, teeth clacking. "Pain, pleasure...pain, pleasure...This is what it means to be a succubus."
"What's taking him so long?" Darcy grumbled for the millionth time that hour.
The witch had been in a foul mood ever since the proposal of their plan, and now that she knew Riven was off seducing and hopefully poisoning the thorn in their side known as the Queen of Eros, she was even more irritable. Personally, Icy thought that Darcy was acting more like a school aged girl with her first crush than a fully grown witch about to come into a great fortune and empire. Truth be told, there was no long term place for Riven once they ruled the cosmos. He would have to be disposed of eventually. If he managed to take himself out on this mission, well, at least he got to go out serving some purpose.
Darcy, however, did not like the idea of Riven seducing a succubus. She thought it was too risky. Icy and Riven both understood that sex was the only language a succubus understood.
Now that the clock was striking well past three in the morning, Icy began to wonder if Riven had been successful, or if she, too, should start worrying.
"Quit your witching, Darcy," Stormy sighed, well past tired and now on her way to angry. "He'll be here any minute. He's probably just picking up a celebratory drink."
"Or that creature got her claws in him."
"Jealousy is not a good look on you."
Darcy snarled, her fingers sparking purple, which only made Stormy's hackles rise, thunder brewing in the cloud she called hair.
"We all agreed that Riven was the one to trust with this job. You were the one who convinced me, Darcy," Icy reminded harshly, as if her sisters had forgotten that it wasn't just Riven's life on the line if this shit went sideways.
Then, the doors to their chambers clattered open. Darcy rose up from her slump. Stormy muttered a bitter, 'finally' under her breath. But as the person at the door moved from the shadows into the dim light, Icy saw that this was no person at all.
It was Knut. A very nervous Knut.
"Uh, M-mistresses," he stammered to a start, his glasses fogged and crooked. But Icy need not see his eyes to know those beady little organs had seen something truly awful. "There's s-something outside you should see."
The knot in Icy's stomach tightened, but she did not run after the ogre. No, she kept a steady, bored pace even as her sisters rushed to follow. Which meant that she was the last one outside, the last to step out onto the main drive of the Cloud Tower School for Witches. The last one to tip her head up to where Knut pointed and look past the spires, the interwoven branches of bridges and domes, to see the truly horrific sight before her.
There, hovered above the gate some hundred feet in the air, was the naked, bruising corpse of the Specialist known as Riven.
Darcy let out a piercing howl. Lightning struck the ground as Stormy raged in solidarity. But worse than any visceral, emotional reaction was the deafening knowledge that their plan had failed. Icy hung her head and tried to breathe, but for once she succumbed to panic.
Whatever fate the Queen of Eros had in store for them would be much, much worse.