November 15, 2021 – Red Room Haze
A/N: This installment of Lady Freya Blackwood is transcribed from side chat and minimally edited, as usual. It's a bit more complex, but try to go with the flow.
Trent and Nate come in, emitting a bright red haze. Lucifer strides in, his wings cocooned around his front where he is presumably carrying Sebastian, and sits down. Trent and Nate immediately move to sit on either side of them. Lucifer does not negate the thrall of either.
The second Freya and Faustus are both in the room, the entire room is enveloped in a red haze. The sudden lust catches Faustus by surprise, though he has the presence of mind to fold his new tablet into its leather case and set it down.
In an eerily echoing voice, Lucifer, with glowing orange-red eyes and devil wings, though the rest of his form remains human/angelic, said, "Now... Let's see what the haze of desire brings out."
Freya clearly stiffens with a soft gasp as the haze hits her, and she has only had half a second to try and fight it before it hit her mind full force. "Ohhh...oh my..."
Trent and Nathaniel turned simultaneously to look at Faustus as he entered. Trent is already visibly breathing hard, licking his lips, but has not moved. Nathaniel has otherwise not reacted at all. Faustus stands stock-still, trying to fight his base urges, a sharp contrast to the very calm and poised men flanking Lucifer, who seem relaxed and awaiting orders. Lucifer gives a subtle nod to his incubi.
(The interactions between Nathaniel/Freya and Trent/Faustus are happening simultaneously.)
Trent strides over to square up to Blackwood. He smiles his dissonantly innocent smile and slowly, teasingly, while swaying his hips, removes his turtleneck, belt, and jeans. He is now in scanty leather underpants and a fishnet onesie; Nate strides over to square up to Freya.
Freya is all warm and fluffy inside, but finds her way to Faustus blocked by both Trent and Nate. Curious as to why, since she is not attracted to either of them and in the back of her coherent mind, which is no longer working, an alarm bell is going off...but she doesn't care...Nate IS kind of cute.
Nate trails the back of one glowing red finger down Freya's cheek. "Do you remember those pictures you were looking at yesterday?" His voice is soft as silk, uncharacteristically gentle and seductive.
Freya stiffens a little at Nate's touch but then relaxes as he is gentle, for now. "Yes...I do..."
Nate showed her pictures wherein a younger version of himself was restrained and suspended in various positions, being used by a man with a riding crop. "Then... you'd be interested in these pictures from high school, right? Don't worry, I was eighteen."
Freya looks down at the pictures and gasps softly, her eyes blown wide. "Is that...you? Ohhhh...MY!"
Nate said, "I saw the way you looked at the pictures of Trent and Sebastian yesterday. I thought... well, why not show her these...?"
"You...you did this? In High school?" she asked, now insanely curious before she blushed and looked away. "I mean...I was curious. I didn't know about...that. Nor how far it went."
Nate smiled wickedly. "The football team, the water polo team, the lacrosse team... I was tied up like that and used for their pleasure. They did whatever they wanted with me."
Freya shivers at his words and his smile. "Ohhhhh..." She bites her lip, wondering why he is telling her all of this, but feels the draw a little more now.
Nate continues to gently stroke her cheek, his aura going from bright red to a rich burgundy, increasing the lust. "What's on your mind, little witch?"
Freya's eyes actually glaze over at the power increase as she sighs softly. "You...and what you did in those pictures... I want to experience that...or watch..."
Nate looked back to where his boyfriend was cuddling with Trent's girlfriend on the couch. "Georgie, is that something we can fulfill for her?"
George blinks and smiles at hearing his name called and nods. "Oh yes, my Love. We can totally do that. In ANY fashion, you so desire."
Nate holds out his glowing burgundy hand for George.
George eagerly leaves Rebecca's side and takes Nate's hand, shuddering in epic delight as the full force hits him at his touch. "Tell me, my love...how shall we 'train' this little witch of ours?"
Nate pulls a brand new Bombex toy out of his pocket and shows it to Freya. "I want her to utilize this while she watches us."
Freya looks at the toy and blushes, but slowly undresses. Setting each piece aside and taking the toy in hand. Looking it over, she turns it on and nods, before stretching out on a nearby chair and using it, gasps softly as she watches the boys.
Faustus allows a sexy, fishnetted Trent to hold his shoulders and grind on him, until Trent also glows burgundy, and Blackwood loses all pretense of civility and tries to divest Trent of his nettings. Trent is far physically stronger than Blackwood and has him by the throat against the piano in an instant. Faustus is clearly into it; he moans as he looks into Trent's glowing eyes, glowing just like Lucifer's, and he melts, utterly and completely at the mercy of the hulking mortal.
"Trent—" Faustus begins. Trent tightens his grasp on Blackwood's throat. Faustus gestures, and Trent's netting and leather briefs are stripped away from him. Faustus shudders with excitement as Trent's nettings are stripped away. He can feel the lustful energy emanating from Trent's aura, and he knows that he is in for a wild ride.
Trent casually pulls out a switchblade from the underside of the piano. "Let's have some fun, priest."
Faustus doesn't flinch; instead, he grins wickedly and nods his head in agreement. This is exactly what he wants - to be dominated by a mortal who is stronger than him, to feel the thrill of danger and pain mixed with pleasure. As Trent moves closer with the blade, Faustus closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan, surrendering himself completely to the moment.
Freya whimpers and moans as the toy stimulates her. Watching Nate and George closely. But her eyes flicker to Faustus and Trent too every so often.
George advances on his mate with a feral smile. "How do you want to do this my love?"
Nate replied, "Tie me up and use me while she watches. Give her toys if she asks but don't let her cum without permission."
"As you desire…" George took Nate's clothes off, slowly. Kissing down his body as he went. Taking ropes from nearby to tie him up so pretty as he did so. Freya watches and whimpers softly. Biting her lip.
Nate arches into George's every touch. "Yes... Georgie..." He turns his head and looks at a toy on the mantle, a vibrating prostate massager with a cock ring. Maze gets the toy Nate is looking at and hands it to George with a smirk.
"Can you get out, Natie?" George asked softly, almost in a growlish tone of voice as he ran his hands over him slowly.
"No, sir. I'm completely at your mercy." Nate feels a mix of fear and arousal coursing through his body. The way that George is looking at him with a feral smile only adds to the intensity of Nate's emotions. As George runs his hands over Nate's body slowly, Nate arches into his touch, unable to resist the pleasure that he feels. He wants to be used by George in any way that he desires and is willing to surrender himself entirely to his dominant mate.
Freya bites her lip and whimpers, moving the toy around on herself. "Please...this...feels too good." As she moves the toy around on herself, Freya whimpers softly and moans. It feels too good to stop. The vibrations from the toy send waves of pleasure through her body, making her feel alive and aroused in a way that she had not expected. Enhanced by the danger and excitement of watching Nate and George, Freya can't help but focus on the sensations that are coursing through her body.
George looks up and using the hook above their heads, he ropes Nate up, and hoists him off the floor. "Don't you dare Freya. If you do...you will be punished!" He smirks as he goes to get his 'kit', which is basically a few different types of whips and unrolls them. "Pick one...or shall I?"
"Will you pick for me?" asks Nate. His mind is racing with anticipation and desire as he hangs from the hook, completely at George's mercy. He trusts his mate completely and is willing to submit to him in any way possible. The thought of being used while Freya watches only adds to his arousal, and he can feel himself getting harder by the second. As George runs his hands over him slowly, Nate arches into his touch, wanting more. He knows that whatever George has planned for him will be intense, but he is ready for it. His only concern is making sure that Freya doesn't cum without permission, as per their agreement. As he waits for George to choose a whip, Nate feels a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his body. He knows that this experience will push him to his limits, but he is ready for it. All he wants is to please George and surrender himself entirely to him.
George nods and picks up a small horsewhip and trails the leather lightly over his skin. "Such beauty...such perfection. A canvas for my art..." As he spoke, he slapped Nate's thighs with the whip. Marking Nate in exact places where it would hurt the most, but leave red marks on his skin like he was painting.
Faustus is moaning and watching as Trent slowly strips him, cutting intricate patterns into him as he goes. Trent is purring softly as he licks Faustus's blood. By the time Faustus is completely naked, he is hard and practically begging with his eyes for Trent to take him, but Trent is delighting in carving into his skin and lapping up the blood.
Freya smells the blood and looks over and eyes furrow as she watches Faustus and Trent as she feels her insides clench.
Nate moans loudly, arching against the ropes involuntarily. "George! Yes!" His body convulses as George whips him with the horsewhip, each strike sending a shock of both pain and pleasure through his body. His skin stings where the whip hits, and he can feel himself getting more and more aroused with every strike. He moans loudly, unable to control himself as he surrenders fully to George's dominance. Nate's breathing becomes shallow and rapid, and he can feel himself nearing the edge of orgasm. The thought of Freya watching only adds to his arousal.
Trent makes eye contact with Faustus as he finishes licking up blood from his torso, where he has carved an intricate garden-scape. Faustus is gasping hungrily as he reaches out, only to have his hand slashed at in warning.
George looks over at Freya and hit her with the whip on her inner thigh, causing her to yelp. "Pay ATTENTION!" he barked at her.
Freya whimpers softly and turns back to Nate and George and moves the toy to another spot. "Sorry...ohhhhh!" A mix of guilt and excitement washes over her. She can't help herself - the raw power dynamic between George and Nate is too intoxicating to ignore.
George turns back to Nate and picks up another whip, this one with more of a cat of tails outline and swats Nate hard on the back.
"AAAAH!" Nate's head bends back as he cries out in pleasure, his body still glowing such a deep red, it's almost hard to see where the blood and marks on him are.
George smirks and leans down and licks up the blood from where it welled up. "You taste so sweet my love." It was a bit hard, to keep his composure with the thrall in full effect, but if Nate wanted this, then this he would do.
Nate moans softly, his skin stinging and his mind consumed by a mixture of pain and pleasure. As George leans down to lick up the blood from Nate's wounds, he can feel his body quivering with anticipation, desperate for more of George's touch.
Lucifer's eyes gleam even more fiery. "If you're holding back... don't," he instructs.
Trent's and Nate's eyes glow red in acknowledgement. There's nothing Nathaniel can do from his position, but he is definitely throbbing and ready.
Trent licks Faustus's blood off the switchblade, then plunges it deeper into Faustus's flesh, just to see the blood rise, not cutting patterns anymore, just cutting for his own pleasure. He cuts with one hand and strokes himself with the other, moaning loudly, drawing Nathaniel's attention. Faustus is crying out in pain and need. Faustus's body writhes in agony as Trent carves into his flesh with the switchblade, leaving deep lacerations that ooze blood. His cries of pain are mixed with desperate moans of pleasure, a testament to the all-consuming thrall that has taken hold of him. Despite the warning slash from earlier, Faustus reaches out again towards Trent, craving more of his touch. The intricate garden-scape on his torso is now marred by Trent's savage cuts, but even this seems to add to Faustus's arousal. With each new cut, he arches his back and gasps for air, lost in a frenzied mix of agony and ecstasy.
Lucifer walks over to Trent and Faustus. "How are we doing?" But there's a sense that his question is directed to the room at large.
George feels the influx of the power from Nate, since he is the closest and drops the whip suddenly and drops to his knees and scoots under his Mate, wanting above all else to pleasure him. Takes him into his hand and pumps him, hard, before greedily devouring him! Making cute little noises of delight!
The toy, followed by the surge in power, makes Freya's body arch, as she cries out in almost a wail of a sound. Not really sure what is happening as she watches Nate and George, but can't stop the pleasure that seeps into her veins whenever she hears Faustus cry out either! Her heart races in her chest, torn between disgust and arousal at the sight of Faustus writhing in pain and pleasure, his body covered in Trent's cruel cuts. Despite the intense jealousy she feels at the thought of Faustus receiving pleasure from Trent, she can't help but feel a pang of desire shoot through her own body as well. She tries to look away, to distance herself from the twisted ecstasy that surrounds her, but finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from Faustus's contorted form, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination as the scene plays out before her eyes.
While this was going on, Lucifer's husband, Sebastian, had been having quite the intimate conversation with his beloved Bonded vampire, Xander. Now they exchange words of love as Sebastian nestles up against him. At these words, the red haze disappears from the room, and its effects fade immediately. Freya comes out of it during the most intense orgasm she has ever had and just rides it out...not even caring at this point. Only turning the toy off and dropping it once she's done and can see properly. George smirks but doesn't stop what he is doing either. As he basically lives to pleasure and love Nate!
Trent licks the knife clean again and then retracts it and just walks away.
"NO YOU DON'T!" bellows Faustus. He rushes Trent and, catching him by surprise, tackles him to the ground. Faustus and Trent wrestle, but Trent has the physical advantage and pins Faustus to the ground, one forearm across his throat.
Hearing the commotion, Freya sits up enough to see Faustus tackle Trent and watch them wrestling. Her eyes furrow, slightly but strangely it doesn't make her as angry as she think it should. "Trent...please don't kill him…and don't hurt him to much, I like the way he sounds." She's utterly confused as to her response. What did this all mean now?
Nate shivers happily, but clears his throat, a little awkward about Freya watching them. "Um, George..."
George smirks and stops, lowering him gently to the floor. "You don't want her to watch anymore, Love?" he whispered in a purr.
"I'm not killing him. He's not getting off that easy. Pun intended," says Trent.
Freya smirks slightly. "I have NO idea what happened...but that...that was...interesting. I am not sure what to think. This wasn't to prove a point, or anything was it?" she asks, trying to work out why this all happened in the first place. She knew Nate hated her, or tolerated her at the very least. Why would they do that?
Nate said, "I... I have no idea what just happened, or why, but ...mm... On second thought, I'm okay if you're okay, George."
"Are you sure, Natie?" George looks over at Freya who hadn't moved, not even when Faustus and Trent started to rumble and then back at his fiancé. "I can carry you into the bedroom if you want." He runs his hands lightly over Nate's beautiful bound form again.
Trent demurred. "He likes being on display, don't you, Nathaniel. A pretty trussed-up present for us all."
"Oh no...this gift is just for me tonight. You guys had him to yourselves all week," George says playfully but serious at the same time.
Trent returns his attention to Faustus, who is trying to either escape or roll them both over. Neither of those things is happening, but Trent does ease up on the pressure on his throat. Lucifer leans against the wall with his arms folded, watching with mild interest.
George smirks and rolls Nate gently onto his back. "Is that alright, Love? Don't want to hurt your hands or arms." He reaches down and takes him back into his hand, stroking him again.
Freya asked, "Honestly, was this just for fun?" She is still curious as she watches both Trent and Faustus doing...whatever it is they are doing and then turns to watch Nate and George, flickering back and forth between the four men.
"I'm okay. I'll let you know if it hurts," said Nate, ignoring Freya completely.
Faustus glares up at Trent and Lucifer. "Yes, I'd also like to know what this was all about."
George nods and leans down and engulfs Nate with his mouth, stroking faster as he sucks hard.
Freya says, "Yea...can someone tell me what is going on? Please?" She gathers her clothes and starts to dress, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Nate's gone back to ignoring me...what is going on?"
Nate moans loudly, beginning to glow again, but a soft, gentle pink. Lucifer hands Trent a squirt bottle full of cheap vodka. Trent smirks evilly as he clambers off of Blackwood and begins spritzing him down with the alcohol. Faustus is screaming, not sure if he's enjoying this but it sure does sting!
When Faustus is completely drenched in cheap vodka, Trent sits back on his heels and admires his handiwork.
"What are you playing at?" Faustus demands.
Wide-eyed, Trent responds, "Whatever do you mean, dear Father?"
Faustus, panting, stares up at Trent with an unreadable expression, then sits up, crying out as his cuts burn. "Lucifer! Please, heal me."
Lucifer smirks sharkishly. "Well, why didn't you just ask me in the first place?" He kneels beside Faustus and gently touches his shoulder with one hand, healing him.
By now, George has carted Nate off to another room, because...it's HIS time with his fiancé. Freya is fully dressed, sitting on the sofa, watching and still wondering what had happened and why she wasn't really feeling anything at this moment.
Along with being healed, Lucifer has enveloped Faustus, and only Faustus, in a red cloud. His eyes fly open as he feels the lust overtake him once more. Freya looks over and frowns at Luci and Faustus, but says nothing. Still clearly confused as to what is going on.
Lucifer wants to know, "Come on, let's see it. What do you desire, Faustus?"
Faustus is completely disoriented as he looks around. "I…"
Freya is still watching Faustus and Luci, listening. Waiting. Wondering. Curious.
As it was just a question and Lucifer didn't use that hypnotic gaze on him, Faustus has to take a moment to collect himself and think. "Everyone seems to think I want to fuck you, Lucifer. That isn't the case. I- I mean to say, it goes deeper than that. I admire you. Not just for your power. I'd have already jumped ship and abandoned my post as high priest to serve you instead if that's all I wanted. We... we are friends, aren't we?"
"We are," Lucifer acknowledges. "Then, if you don't want sex or power, what is it that you want from me, and why is it worth endangering your relationship with Freya?"
"Freya?" Now it was Faustus who was confused. "No... I wouldn't give her up for the world. I admit I've been curious about what there might possibly be, between you and I. What sort of chemistry could occur. But not curious enough to break her heart over it."
"Then," Lucifer pressed, "it doesn't matter which of us is the most powerful person in the room. You'd stay loyal to her?"
"What a question! Of course I would! For the last time, I married her OUT OF LOVE. I love her! Why don't you lot seem to believe me?" Faustus was beginning to grow agitated.
A small smile crosses Freya's face at hearing Faustus's words. He loved her. She knew he did, and to her, that was all that really mattered. She had had some reservations though, when Luci would shift to his devil form and Faustus would get overly excited. That...still pinged her a little. "Because you act in a way, at times, my love, that makes them...question. Yes, even I have wondered, but I trust and love you. I know you would not do anything to hurt me, nor would I, you. I married you because I loved you as well...I don't want anyone else," she said softly.
Faustus focuses on Freya and feels his body... react, more so than it had before when Trent had been torturing him. "Yes, I know you don't want anyone else. You wish to be monogamous. That is why I have not tried to explore romantic possibilities with Lucifer. Perhaps I'll always have a bit of a crush on him—"
Trent snorts.
Faustus frowns. "Very well, then, a crush. But it shan't come to anything if you don't wish it. That is what I have maintained all along."
Freya sighed softly, unsure really how to voice what had really bothered her before and didn't want to seem like she was 'whining' either. She knew what Nate and Trent still thought of her and that still hurt too in a way.
Faustus orients to the sound of Freya's sigh. "Hmm?"
"You get...aroused, by Lucifer's devil form...that...slightly bothered me a few times. Even more so when we were, well..." Freya motions to the burn on Faustus's chest.
"I… Yes, well... yes, I do," Faustus admitted. "Something about it is just so exquisite to me. Do you not find it attractive as well?"
"Not particularly, no." Freya looked to Luci with a small nod. "No offence." She looks back at Faustus. "That time, at least, was special...I know Luci didn't mean to...or even if you meant to...but that...stung."
Lucifer said, "Certainly not, I was focused on Rebecca at the time. I merely answered her request."
"Like I said, I know Luci didn't mean to..." Freya shrugged a bit.
"This is rather a bitch of a situation, isn't it?" Faustus mused.
"Is it? Does it have to be?" asked Freya.
"Well, I can't help how my body reacts to that form," Faustus said.
Freya wonders again, is that an excuse or does men bodies really work that way? She has never had any reaction, for anyone other then Faustus...till tonight and she partly blames that damned toy.