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“Wiccy?” Tyranny’s voice beamed, jolting Wicander out of his prayer.
He might’ve known the truth about his life now — all the lies his family fed him from the moment he was born, his true heritage, the ink flowing in his skin constantly reminding him of the reality of his situation — but the action of seeking out a quiet corner alone, in the dim light getting on his knees, clasping his hands and closing his eyes to whisper those lines he studied for years brought him a great comfort. Especially now, being a refugee while his family was most probably on a hunt for him and his aspirant.
“Tyranny, you startled me,” He sat back on his feet, looking up at her. “I just… needed a moment.”
Even from here… especially from here she looked otherworldly. Partially because of her demonic nature, but there was something about her curious glance, the way her head tilted ever so slightly or maybe how her tail with that heart-shaped spade swayed, rustling the ruffles of her vestment that made her appear much softer than she presented herself often. Wick wondered if this had to do with the pity she felt for him due to the recent events, or maybe it was him noticing it late.
She kneeled in front of him face to face. Her hand reached out for his to hold it tightly. “It’s late. You should sleep this off. Lots of emotions today, I know. But this won’t help if you’re too tired the next day.”
“I know it’s silly,” He put the other hand over hers. “But I still can't help believing in the Light. You saw what Teor did! Maybe if I try hard enough-“
“Wick, this is not the way! What Teor did didn’t come from the book or the Filament. I’m still not sure what his deal is, but that has nothing to do with what you’ve been taught, understand?”
He swallowed sharply. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew she was right, but the stronger current begged him to stay in his bubble, telling him that belief was everything he needed to stay true to himself. Because of what use he was if not to spread the light? If not to be a vessel for a greater good? To push away his whole identity meant a need to create a new one; to become your own person, not just a puppet in the hands of people more powerful than you.
But that was what he had to do now. He was the Scion of house Halovar no more, he was just Wicander — a lost man, trying to find himself after years of lies and deceit.
A gentle hand, wiping a stray tear from his cheek he wasn’t aware has fallen has brought him out of his thoughts.
“How am I supposed to know what to do now? There is nothing to guide me, Tyranny.”
Her face turned into a frown, a look of pity which would feel shameful if not for the small bit of comfort that it gave and that Wick so desperately needed.
“You have to set your own morals. There is much more of the world to explore than whatever those sheltering rules have allowed you to.” Her nails gently caressed the back of his head. “Just… do. And decide on your own if you think something is bad or good, alright?”
His heart pounded in his chest and the slight panic spread over his body from the feeling of being utmost helpless. “My whole life has been about worshipping something that turned out to be…” his breath staggered. “A lie. How am I supposed to live if all I know is worship?”
Tyranny clenched her teeth from frustration and stood up, towering over him. “Worship me.”
“…What?”
“You heard me.” She grabbed his jaw to make him look up at her. “You’re sitting here, wallowing in self pity and I tried to help you for the past day to at least make you feel better but nothing seems to get through your thick skull.” Her grip slightly tightened. “I can’t help you. What I can do is give you a distraction. Maybe once you break more of those rules you so rigidly followed you’ll see what it's like outside your faith.” Her chin slightly raised, and her hand dropped. “Worship me.” She commanded.
And that was what he did. With a shuddering breath he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her hoof. His hands were sweaty and his breath hitched but there was a certain comfort in being guided this way. The part of him felt familiarity in hearing that voice that made him follow, while the other sent shivers down his spine because he knew this was something he was forbidden from doing. As his lips pressed higher on her calf, over the ruffles on the vestment a spark of excitement ignited inside him, pleading him to continue, to keep pushing the limit. His hand rested on the back of her thigh as he kissed it, staying there for a moment too long when a hand tangled in his hair and sharply tugged away, making him gasp.
“Beg.” Her voice was stern, leaving no room for protest.
“Please,” His eyes were entranced in the sight of her; despite standing proudly, her pink skin flushed a darker shade and his only thought then was to see every shade of it possible on her skin, and being the only one that was able to achieve it. “Let me worship you, your radiance.” The words fell out like a litany from his lips.
She took off her hood and began to slowly strip, while Wick kneeled before her, obediently keeping his hands to himself while his voice only brought gratitude for the simple fact of being able to see it. Each inch of her skin revealed felt like a secret that his eyes had been blessed to witness yet it felt as if it was too divine for his mortal soul to reach out and touch. He would pray to all gods fallen and all higher powers just to have a chance of being her greatest devotee.
Once fully bare, Tyranny leaned back against the stone, spreading her legs wider and beckoning him to come closer. His lips reverently kissed up her leg again, brushing against the soft fur like a veneration until he rested his cheek on her thigh, waiting for commands.
Her hand moved back into his hair, guiding him so his mouth pressed against her cunt. Wick’s lips slightly parted, but otherwise he didn’t dare to act without her permission.
“Lick.”
Without wasting a second his tongue darted out to finally taste her. It was nothing he had ever tried before, but Wick was sure it would become his greatest act of worship; to get on his knees for her, taste her, bring her pleasure. His eyes closed and his hands brushed into the fur on her legs while his tongue kept proving his devotion.
Tyranny let out little sounds, but mostly tried to keep quiet so as not to be heard by their group at camp. She pressed a hand to her mouth while the other tugged at the teal strands of Wick’s hair. She felt her legs shake already as he kept going, surprisingly skilled, and needing very little guidance to make her melt.
She laid herself on the forest floor, spread and waiting, so he obediently adapted to the switch and continued to lick, sucking her clit in between just to hear the sweet moans from her lips, more beautiful than any holy chant before.
“Wick- Wiccy, stop-“ her back arched slightly off the ground as she held herself back.
He immediately raised his head, his lips glistening from her juices. “I’m sorry, your radiance, did I-“
“No. You’re… amazing. You’re doing great.” She assured, brushing her thumb against his lip and pushing it in as she talked. “I want you to fuck me now.”
“I-I’ve never done it,” he stuttered.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.” He spoke without hesitation. “What do I do?”
Tyranny grinned wickedly before pushing him so he laid on his back. Her hands roamed over his body, missing the prominent bulge in his pants on purpose.
“What’cha thinking about now?” She teased as her hands made a not-so-quick work of the belts and his pants to finally free his cock.
He threw his head back at the cold hitting his scorching hot skin as his head scrambled to provide the words. “I thought I knew devotion before,” he looked back at her as he straddled his lap, her soft fur tingling his skin, making his cock twitch with need. “But this puts all light to shame.”
She notched the tip against her cunt, spreading her wetness on his cock to make it easier and to tease him a little before pressing inside. Wicander couldn’t decide whether tasting her or this was superior, but the heavenly feeling of pleasure that washed over him made his thoughts blank quickly.
“Let me kiss you, your radiance,” he begged, his hands grasping the grass tightly so as not to defy her in any way. “Please,”
“You beg so sweetly.” She smiled and bit her lip, still not moving her hips. “You may.”
He wasted no time to lean in and press his lips to hers. Wick kissed so delicately, panting heavily in between, worshipping her as if she was a true goddess, her demonic nature damned because how could someone so beautiful not be pure divine? When her fingers ever so gently hold his face, guiding him, when her lips caress his in the softest of touches? She’s showing him things he was taught were sinful, but how can a sin feel this nirvanic?
She began moving her hips and he couldn’t hold himself back from whimpering and calling her name over and over like a prayer. She shushed him with another kiss, but this was all it took for him to finish, spilling inside her.
Wick buried his face in her neck, ashamed. “I-I’m sorry,” he began, his arm coming around her to hold her close.
“It’s okay, Wiccy. Keep going.” Her voice soothed his heart, but he had to hold himself still, slightly twitching from overstimulation as he watched her hand slide between them to tease her clit, bringing herself to climax.
He watched in awe, his forehead pressed against her collarbone as he was almost ready to beg again just to touch her like that, ignoring his own struggle.
She squeezed his cock so delightfully as she came, sending last sparks of pleasure through Wick before she slumped against him. He gathered Tyranny in his arms as his cock slipped out of her and laid them both on the grass.
“So. How was it? Done with the Light?” she breathed out with a small chuckle.
“You showed me something much more enlightening, I fear I can never go back.” He pressed soft kisses on her palm.
“You get so cheesy sometimes.” She scoffed, but further cuddled into him.
“Was it good for you to?”
“Yeah. Keeps your mouth shut for a while.” She grinned.
“…Oh.”
“I’m joking, don’t worry.” Her nail traced his bottom lip. “You can worship me more often though. I don’t mind.”
Wick’s eyes glinted with desire, before he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Yes, my radiance.”
So he laid with a demon, and nothing else before has felt so divine.