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He was already half a day late. His 24 hours of peaceful existence came to an end at Pearl's office where he was stuck to discuss a bunch of IPC urgent issues. Which wasn't even his area of service! Urgh...
Now Ashveil could feel tremors going through all his body starting from his cursed arm to the very tip of his toes. He needed his refrigerator right now! At least he was already close to his small office-apartment. Hopefully Narrator had already prepared everything to ease his misery.
Ashveil had told him about the curse long time ago. They were partners after all and, well... the monkey was actually the only living being he communicated with at all. Only fair to let him know about this cursed Voracity beast sealed in Ashveil's arm just in case something unpredictable happens and he wouldn't be able to deal with it himself.
Just like it was happening now. The tremors only increased, his right hand was now heating up so much Ashveil thought it was going to explode. He needed to get into his refrigerator as sooner as possible. Only the cold was capable to calm the beast down, to put it to sleep for at least another 24 hours so Ashveil would be able to use its power to his own benefit.
But shit, he was so late already...
Ashveil was one crossroad away from the publishing house when it finally struck.
It was a middle of the night fortunately and he couldn't see anybody nearby in the dark alley. So when Ashveil felt the unbearable heat flows up from the seal in his hand he immediately ducked into the narrow space between the walls of the nearest buildings.
Oh, fuck...
He was so fucked.
"No, no... You get back to where you crawled out from!" Ashveil tried to shout cringing at his own trembling voice.
It wasn't happening often. There was a few times he really fucked up with his schedule but nevertheless Ashveil always kept in mind for how long he was able to hold back the beast. Obviously he wasn't able right now...
It had happened a few times before. The beast's unbearable hunger rising up inside his own body. The consuming desire to taste, to swallow, to devour...
And oh...
How much Ashveil would like to forget those feelings forever.
The heat kept crawling up from his forearm to his shoulder. The tremors now transformed into unstoppable vibrations as if something was awakening from inside of his body. Ashveil could hear his breathing speed up. He was getting so hot, aeons...
He was still considering running across the road screaming out for Narrator to pick him up quickly so the desirable cold would save him from what's to come. Ashveil was still hoping he would manage to avoid the beast when he felt the heat approach his neck...
"Nngh..."
He muffled an embarrassing sound that was treating to come out by clenching teeth on his left hand sleeve.
Oh, no, no...
He needed to act until its late. His cane, right! The power inside of it was similar to the power of the seal. Where was it? His right arm became numb, he couldn't feel the cane by his side. It was his last chance, gods! Through the blurred eyes Ashveil finally saw it. The cane was laying far away on the right side of the alley, he must have dropped it when the heat stroke him so suddenly.
Ashveil felt wetness on his cheeks. Tears. The beast was unstoppable at this point. There was nothing to do with it now only to bear the heat.
And it still crawled. Higher and deeper. His body temperature was already beyond any possible numbers. Ashveil started to sweat, thick wet drops came down from his temples mixing up with hot tears. Disgusting feeling of his wet sticky clothes suffocated him, didn't even let him move in slightest.
His mouth opened in sudden gasp when he felt the beast pouring inside his backbone.
Literally.
That beast was always a mystery to him. It was hard and soft at the same time. Solid and fluid. It could be sharp and could be light as a feather. Now it was pouring into his bones like a thick heavy fog.
"Nnhh..."
The sensation of the beast slowly filling his very bones was unbelievable. Unbearably painful and pleasurable both. It was so hot the wall behind Ashveil back felt like a brick of ice. His body gone so weak, it seemed his bones melted inside him. The hot sticky liquid in the form of bloody mist started to fill his lungs too. Ashveil was so full with this monster, he thought it was going to pour over the edges.
He quieted his choked moans into his other hand until the beast roughly tugged his head back and wrapped his misty limbs around his neck.
"No, no... S-stop...mmn!"
A desperate whisper managed to come out before he felt two ephemeral claws digging into his tongue. Through his glassy unfocused eyes Ashveil could only see a deep red fog enveloping his shaking body.
Devour.
A rough echoing growl ringed through his ears. It was coming from somewhere deep inside, stuttering Ashveil's last resistance. At the same time the heat finally came down to his stomach.
Oh...
"Aaahh!"
He couldn't manage to muffle those obscene noises anymore given to the sharp claws moving back and forth inside his mouth. Saliva dripping down his jaw, Ashveil tried to hold onto the slightest coherent thought left.
He couldn't feel his right hand anymore so he desperately clawed his burning lower belly with his left.
Aeons... he could feel the beast moving inside...
"Nnhh..."
Ashveil arched his back as if trying to push the thick liquid fog from inside. But it was a mistake because suddenly all this hot mass spreaded rapidly around his lower half drowning him in the hot red fog.
A quiet noises could be heard somewhere in the distance.
No.
No, it was him. It was his mewling wimpers.
"Stop... s-stop..." He quietly sobbed still scratching his belly and the rough echo's only answer was:
Devour.
The beast was licking it's fangs with a red hot mist so it could stick them into Ashveil's neck, scratch his thighs, ghost them over his navel. Hot wet limbs was spreading along his covered chest too. Licking at his clavicle down to his hard nipples.
Ashveil wanted to scream, to cry but he knew the beast would only lap his tears dry, deaf to his begging.
"Aaaah!"
The heavy misty limbs crawled down his navel until one of them wrapped itself around the base of his cock. Up and down it moved without any resistance. Ashveil realized he was leaking, his pants wet where his fully hard cock threatened to break out.
He moaned loudly when something wet and burning hot closed around the tip.
Devour.
It was really going to consume him this time, Ashveil thought panicking. He never felt so hot before, the beast was never so fierce before...
"Ah... ahh... please..."
What was he even begging for? He couldn't understand anymore. If it ended right now, Ashveil wasn't sure he would survive anyway.
More.
The deep growl vibrated around his cock and he rolled his eyes sobbing and moaning uncontrollably.
"Mmmn... m-more..."
It was definitely his voice, weak and trembling, begging for more like the echo of the beast's rumbling. Ashveil was begging for more of this burning heat squirming on the pavement in the dark alley.
He couldn't help it. It was like his very mind got sucked by this terribly hot red fog. Ashveil couldn't see straight anymore, couldn't think properly...
Only the heat... heat... heat...
The beast purred against his ear as if satisfied by Ashveil's miserable plea. Misty claws touched his trembling lips carefully spreading saliva all around his opened mouth. He could feel the claws lightly scratching at his wet cheeks collecting his streaming tears.
Not a single thought remained in his mind. Ashveil simply melted back into the building's wall imagining it was the beast ephemeral body.
"Nnngh... ahh...!"
Another slick limb then approached his backside. Little hot appendage of the liquid mass circled around his entrance with almost loving care. Ashveil was now rocking back and forth between two of them moaning and whispering some nonsense into the burning fog around him.
The ephemeral claws came back to his leaking mouth. They pinched Ashveil's tongue first, pulling it out roughly and then rubbed it back inside intensely, making him gag.
"Mmnnn..." His high pitched mewling echoed across the alley.
His head was spinning. Sensations were coming from each intense spot. But... but he wanted more...
"In-inside... ahh... Please..."
If his head was still working properly Ashveil would laugh right now. Like anything about this wasn't happening inside of him...
But there was no time to think.
The slick limb finally filled his hole.
"Aagh!"
It wasn't like fingers usually felt. It was hotter, it was rough and soft at the same time. The beast was lapping around his insides and thrusting with all its ephemeral strength.
Ashveil was going to go insane.
All he could hear was his own trembling moans and mewls. He could only be rocked back and forth by the beast, reduced to its needy little feast. He was saying something, mumbling desperate pleas through the heat of sharp claws fucking his mouth relentlessly. He was so wet, sweat and precome and tears all mixed up and spreading all over his trembling body.
Ashveil finally screamed when the misty limp found his sweet spot.
Devour.
"Aaah... ah... y-yes... please..."
He felt the warmth increased as if the beast approved his desperate begging. Along with that Ashveil could feel the limb in his ass growing larger.
He was shaking so hard he was no longer leaning on the wall, being half spread on the hard surface of the pavement. His back arched painfully, the only one working hand was crawling into the stone bricks.
It was unbearable. Ashveil thought he really would be devoured this time. The beast just purred deeply in agreement.
Then he almost jumped from the sudden new sensation. A new little slick limb was lapping at the tip of his cock. His whole being suddenly got cold...
"No, no, no..."
He wouldn't be able to survive this...
For a moment the beast's limb was poking at the slit and then slowly inserted itself right inside.
Making Ashveil wail.
Unbearable.
Unbearable... unbearable...
He was going to be devoured for real now.
The echo of the beast inside of him sounded suspiciously like a chuckle.
"D-damned creature..." Ashveil thought for the last time.
The beast slammed inside him mercilessly, his length growing bigger with each speeding thrust. Desperate half choked "ah"s was now everything Ashveil could say and think both. The slick echoing sounds of the beast abusing his hole was everything he could hear.
"Ahh... ahh... aaahnng...!"
Every time the beast slammed his prostate from both sides Ashveil thought he was going to die. From the immense pleasure, from the heat, from the embarrassing noises he was letting out. Whatever. He was so gone by now, nothing mattered anymore.
He just needed to cum...
"P-please... ah... ahh... I want... ahh..."
The beast growled amused. The hot misty tongue was lapping at Ashveil's neck ready to consume.
Mine.
Then it bit. Hot misty fangs stabbed the soft flesh of Ashveil's neck. Since the beast was ephemeral the bite couldn't really hurt him he knew, but the feeling was still too real. Ashveil could almost feel his own hot blood running down his neck.
He sobbed, he wailed, he begged it to stop. The beast leaked his skin devotedly, consumed by its own hunger. The Voracity at its finest. Ashveil was going to die, to disappear, erased by this unstoppable hunger.
The little limb inside his cock thrusted one last time and agonizinly slowly pulled itself out.
And it was enough for him.
"Aaaghh...!"
He was cuming harder than ever in his life, eyes rolled, spit leaking from his used mouth, wailing moans echoing through the street. His back arched so painfully there was sparkles in his eyes.
But it wasn't enough for the beast it seemed.
Because those punishing thrusts only increased, it was now like the beast was loosing itself, drowning into Ashveil's heat instead.
"Aaahh... ahhh... no m-more... its too mu...ahh!"
The beast roared inside his head. Ashveil felt his whole body getting squeezed by the thick red fog. Beast's ephemeral body shuddered in its own sweet agony. Ashveil sobbed, getting drunk with the unbearable devouring heat. Fangs in his mouth were replaced by a hot sticky tongue.
That almost felt like a kiss.
But Ashveil knew better.
From his toes to the tips of his ears it was slowly consuming his entire soul no less. He was going to be devoured finally. He was going to be...
The loud thump awakened Ashveil from his flowing mind, pulling him back almost painfully from the aftershocks of agonising pleasure. His cane hit the ground, sucking the beast inside.
Its red fog form flowed back into the cage of Ashveil's seal. The beast was growling violently at the loss of his hot trembling body. But still Ashveil couldn't manage to raise his head to look up at his savior.
"That's it?" The worried voice spoke. "He's alright now?"
"Yes, thank you, mister Trailblazer."
This was Narrator's voice! He found him and he brought help with him.
"Are you sure? He's trembling all over."
The second voice must be Caelus. Fuck, how would Ashveil explain all of this to the poor guy? This would be his big concern in the future, because now it was still too hard to him to even look up from the ground.
"I am sure."
Ashveil felt a careful touch stroking his disheveled hair lightly.
"It's time to rest, my dear Detective." The Narrator's voice sounded soft and warm through the ringing in his ears.
"Let us head out home..."