Disclaimer: Transphobia
Lila woke to her husband’s arms clasped around her, one hand resting on her stomach, his thigh tucked between her legs, rubbing against her womanhood.
“Vastiyia,” she whispered, nudging him, but his hot breath lingered on the back of her neck. His hardness rose and pressed against her. He nuzzled into her.
“We have to make preparations for the gala,” she hissed, wondering when the last time she didn’t have a million things to plan. He nipped at her ear and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. Goosebumps rose as she shifted her legs, trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs. “We don’t have time,” she murmured, but already she felt herself sinking back into him.
When was the last time she had let herself quiet all those nagging thoughts, when was the last time she could allow herself to enjoy her relationship. “Vastiyia,” she breathed heavily. She looked into his eyes. Please let me ravish you, his pale blue eyes seemed to say. She removed her panties, and moaned as he pressed into her, his hardness rubbing against her, driving her crazy with need.
She had to have him inside her. “I missed you, Lila,” he whispered. And then he slipped inside of her drawing all thoughts from her head as he thrust in and upwards, no longer teasing, hungry and eager, full of wanting. Of nothing but her.
“Faster,” she moaned, her body yielding to him as he pulled out and then bit down on her neck before thrusting back in with those miraculous hips! She gasped as she tried to match his rhythm. “Oh Vastiyia!” When was the last time she felt like this! It had been too long. She heard cries echoing around the room and realized it was her!
She screamed even louder, not caring who heard. And then he sent her over the edge as she cried out once more and he joined her as well! And she begged him to stay inside of her as he pulled her closer. His breathing sending tremors down her back, as he stroked her breasts tenderly.
“Oh Vastiyia,” she purred, and he let out a low moan.
Eventually he pulled out of her, but before he could move, she silenced him with a look, slipping under the covers as she felt his hardness in her hand, caressing it, and then she lightly kissed it, tasting her on him, taking him into her mouth, slowly. Teasing him by letting her tongue trail down and then she gave the head a kiss once more.
She breathed once and then took him once more, having him slide down, nestled into her throat. She heard him moan and a shiver broke across her spine. Of course she was still good at making him feel this good!
But she inhaled him before coming up for air, her fingers teasing her wetness, moaning in tandem with him. She kissed him once more and then swallowed him again and again before he spilled down her throat. She soaked the sheets.
He removed the blankets before easing her back, eyes locked on her. He kissed her greedily. When was the last time he had looked at her like that? He kissed her stomach, and then her thighs. His lips trailing down as he teased her. He had always been an eater. She inhaled as his tongue trailed down her lips before pressing his lips around her clit, gently suckling.
She moaned as his tongue trailed over her clit and then flicked back towards her inner walls, as she grew wet with desire. Her thighs shook as he devoured her. “You have a beautiful pussy my love,” he murmured, his voice growling into her, sending vibrations up through her tummy, bringing her over the edge, but there was no stopping as her heat built once more.
He had once said that he could lavish his attention on her for hours, and he had missed appointments (that were more than necessary for their reputation or keeping the peace or some other necessary bullshit that took away from this!).
She purred happily as he dipped two fingers in and then curled them within her. She gasped for air as he lightly nibbled on her clit. She saw stars as his tongue thrust in and out of her before trailing down her lips.
Goddess, goddess, she had forgotten how many times she had come, how long he had been down there. They might not have heard the knock at their door, maybe the first, the second. Vastiyia might have thrown a pillow at the door.
Goddess, thank him. From the pooling warmth settled in her belly. She was greedy, and so she felt sadness as he stopped, but didn’t hesitate to kiss her passionately as she tasted her on his lips. She moaned into his lips as they forgot about the gala, forgot about the midday plans. As they stripped the sheets and began to devour one another.
Her only thought left was that she wished Arnon or Lest were here. It felt emptier in bed without them. Not that the passion was ever amiss! They were insatiable.
“We’ll need new sheets again,” Vastiyia mumbled, blushing, and it was so rare on him, that Lila immediately wanted to go down on him once more, and she nuzzled against him.
“Down girl,” he said as she laughed, faking a pout for him to see, and he rolled his eyes. She kissed him once more passionately until he could scarcely draw breath.
“How bout breakfast in bed?” He asked.
“Love, it’s nearly past noon.”
“Oh,” he blinked, and she giggled, and he gave her a look of surprise. When was the last time she had felt this light. But sex couldn’t solve—with his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her in, and she drank in his scent, nearly uncaring that he spooned her close to their mess. She felt closer to him.
She barely heard the knock on the door, and she did not move to cover herself as the door opened. She was a succubus afterall, no need to be ashamed.
Veela entered the room, bowing as he kissed his hand and then hers, uncaring about their lovemaking. Was it lovemaking, could it still be called that?
Another knock and the fresh smell of food woke her senses and the head maid blushed as she brought in a plate of hummus and pita chips.
They offered the plate to Veela as the second maid brought in an assortment of dishes. Glazed ham, bell peppers, pastries from the bakery down the street where they had their third date. Lila froze.
So much had changed, she thought as she gazed on her husband. His eyes sallow, yet still full of love as he looked at her, and yet he noticed something was off.
Veela dug into the pita bread and drank deeply from his wine flask.
“Veela, my friend, have you heard word from Deidre and Lon.” More guests to be invited at the gala. Only a week away. Already she felt tired just thinking about it. Wouldn’t it be best to call it off? Have a small family gathering, but no, they had to make a public showing to show their district that they were not afraid of the committee.
But the committee had so many supporters. It frightened her. The hells were becoming all too human, their bigotry enticing and gaining traction. While her sister was out and proud, she felt like a coward for distancing herself. Things would change. They would make it happen. It had to.
“Nyssa, I’m afraid,” Veela said. “Has been arrested by the committee.”
Lila felt the room grow cold. “How?”
“We will free her,” Vastiyia said, waving his hand as if it were some simple thing. “Besides her parents would never allow it.”
Vastiyia and Lila’s sisters had never been all that close from what she knew, aside from Simone. They had been childhood friends but she bristled at his casual dismissal of her sister.
“On what grounds?” Lila said, her mouth feeling dry.
“Keeping too many human pets,” and it was so absurd that Lila almost burst out in laughter. That was it! Surely, they could do better.
“The committee is saying she is an abomination for setting foot down in the hells, and your parents have backed the motion.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Nyssa was always my parents favorite, they would never!” she said although that wasn’t true. Selene had been the favorite until she had not been. Lila felt guilty for even entertaining the idea that she should have been cast out. Selene had gone through too much.
“So your parents have allied themselves with the committee?”
“To get their daughters back on track, I would presume,” and Lila felt a coldness pass through her.
“They would,” she said, and Vastiyia stared blankly at the window. It almost looked like…”They want us to call off the gala. They don’t want my sisters coming home.”
“Obviously,” Veela said dryly. “There’s more. There was an assassin that trailed me the other night. She was wearing purple and green.”
“Goddess,” Vastiyia swore. Her parents honor guard. “They’ve been watching us.”
“We don’t know that,” Lila said, beginning to stress eat.
“Then they’re definitely watching Simone.”
“A fools game,” Veela said. “They would have nothing to gain.”
“Simone is—”
“Protected,” Vastiyia finished. He looked paler than usual. Was there something that he was not telling her? “The gala goes on. They’re trying to intimidate us.”
“And yet they were sponsoring us before!” Veela said, his voice cracking. “Sorry, I need more wine.”
“And you made sure you weren’t followed here,” Lila said.
The dhampir seemed to bristle at the accusation that she would think he would be so careless to track in mud, but he calmly said, “No traces if any,” and Lila could have sworn that his tongue passed over his lips. “Whatever assailant they expected to follow will report back as a thrall,” he murmured.
“Fair,” Vastiyia said, as if that solved the problem.
But it still wasn’t enough. Lila needed to feel secure in their home. And what if Arnon or Lest were being trailed as well! She tried to not let the worry show on her face, but Vastiyiag grasped her hand.
“Why would they sponsor the gala only to throw it back in our faces?” Veela said.
“Give us a false sense of comfort before pulling the rug out from under us,” Vastiyia said.
“That sounds like them,” Lila agreed. “But I suspect,” she shivered. “That they want us all under their domain. Again. Anything to lure us in since we’re such deviants,” she spat.
Veela nodded. “If we need to flee, we can flee.”
“Not a chance,” Vastiyia said. “I would be remiss if stopped the gala now. On your parents dime, we will make it a grander event.”
“There’s not much time,” Lila said and hated how bitter it sounded.
“And Nyssa’s bail?”
“The same amount of money they invested in our wedding,” Vastiyia muttered.
“We’re cowards for allowing them to get so close,” Lila said, thinking out loud, as Vastiyia’s grip tightened in hers.
Lila dared not say it aloud, but she had made up her mind. At the moment her parents presented the grimoire she would let the miasma go and then they would free Nyssa and move towards the surface with Simone. It was the only way. The miasma murmured.
“Then we will throw the biggest party, garner supporters. And the committee will be a thing of the past.”
“Won’t it look like you’re supporting them if you go through with the party?”
“Not if we retool it, and have all of the proceeds go towards the deviancy that they love to hate.”
“Philanthropy rarely garners support in the hells.”
“Only to the allies that we’ll need,” Lila said, her thoughts still on the miasma. “And then we’ll root out the corruption from the human realms. We’ll have enough allies.”
“The humans won’t want to be ruled over by monsters,” Veela said. “They can’t even accept any difference in their own.”
“The committee upstairs will be no match for a prince of the hells.”
“But what of a prince without his titles.”
“I have legitimacy.”
“For now,” Veela said, his fangs glistening. “If they were to expose you.”
“They don’t know me,” her husband said, voice tight. The miasma curled at her fingertips.
“They never did.”
Veela nodded.
Another knock at the door nearly made her jump, but before a lithe werecat and proud lamia shuffled into the room. She scarcely moved before Arnon wrapped his tail around her and Lest kissed her from head to toe before leaping back and arching her back at the sight of the dhampir, deeply drinking not-wine.
“Arnon, Lest, have you met our honored guest. This is—”
“Kjula Van Moirte Vas.” The dhampir let out a deep bow before rising upwards, again more interested in his wine than the fresh new guests.
“This is our husband, Arnon,” who had swiftly moved to wrap Vastiyia in his embrace. “And our wife, Lest.” Lest padded upwards and corrected her posture, curtsying before saying, “charmed.” But showing no hint of it in her eyes, as her tail flickered back in forth.
“You got busy without us, huh?” Lest said. “I thought we were going to wait until after the gala,” she pouted.
“Soon,” Lila said cupping her face, kissing her deeply, feeling her nipples harden against her own. “Soon,” she whispered, and the werecat shivered.
“Maybe at the gala then,” she whimpered.
Veela coughed, and the werecat shot daggers at him, her hand lingering on Lila’s stomach.
“So I’ve heard the committee has taken an interest in our party,” Arnon said, breathless from a kiss with Vastiyia.
“Oh it’s much worse than that,” Veela trilled, smoothing his skirt, snatching the pita away from the werecat, who batted at the dhampir.
“Don’t worry, we have a plan,” the lamia said as the door unlocked, as a frightened human shuffled in, and with her was a tall succubus. Her sister, Simone.