Why Fear It, When We Can Master It 18+
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Two years. That was how long he had been doing this job. He had been promised good money for quick, discreet work, and though he wasn’t an expert by any means, he was damn good at it. Living so far outside of town allowed Jayce the silence and solitude he needed to focus on his true passion in between assignments; paranormal research. He would spend hours pouring over books, old newspaper clippings, tales and accounts— anything he could get his hands on— before he was called away to hunt down the cause of some new disturbance. It was hard, dangerous work. Lonesome work. But Jayce wasn’t built for anything else. At least, that’s what he believed.

The man had been a blacksmith, previously. A humble forge-worker, carrying the burden of a near-fatal paranormal encounter from his childhood in the back of his mind. A run-in with something he couldn’t explain, and that no one would ever come to understand. It didn’t matter who he told, or how adamant he was— it didn’t happen, as far as the public was concerned. Didn’t matter that the beast had bitten off two of his mother’s fingers, and nearly taken young Jayce’s right eye along with them. Had to be a coyote, they said, a wolf, some wild animal. It was too dark, they said, you were young. They were all fools. Jayce knew what he had seen— what had happened. His mother did, too, though she wouldn’t admit it now.

“W’s like nothin’ I’d ever seen before!” He had slurred, gesturing insistently with a half-full glass over a sticky bar counter, as he relayed the night to any patron that would listen, “We weren’t even s’pposed to be at the cabin that day, but… we got snowed in, and—“

“Whadaya take us for, boy?” A man had interrupted, sitting forward in his seat and clanking his mug down onto the wooden table at which he sat, “You mean t’tell me you saw some kinda— what— some kinda beast?”

“Yes!” The Talis boy’s face scrunched, and he backpedaled, “Well, I mean, I dunno what it was, but I know it wasn’t a wolf, o-or a bear, or anythin’ like that!”

Someone a few tables down had piped up with an exclamation of “maybe it was a werewolf!” Jayce’s subsequent elated “maybe!” had been met with what felt like a resounding bout of howling laughter, making the hopeful light that had come over his face leave him in an instant.

In the end, he grew tired of the heckling, the mocking, the rehearsed concern with which the bartender had asked him ”don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He’d gone home that night and fallen into bed, angry and questioning himself— his recollection, his sanity. Perhaps he had just been a boy, high on adrenaline and fearful of the monster in the night. But he touched that scar that notched his eyebrow, remembered the way his mother had screamed. A white flash of fangs. Blood in the snow. Jayce’s memories didn’t lie.

The next day, a stranger wandered into the forge. “You’re the man who swears he saw a beast, out in the Freljord. Are you not?” He had asked, his voice low and quiet, though not with timidity.

“What about it?” Perhaps it was the hangover, or perhaps it was merely his lingering frustrations, that had caused Jayce to speak so curtly. He didn’t even bother to look up from his work, the metallic strike of his hammer mingling with the sound of machinery.

“I happen to have overheard your story yesterday evening. It intrigued me.”

One more strike of that hammer, before it ceased. Jayce had raised his head, glanced over his shoulder at the stranger. He was a scrawny old man, stick thin with gnarled tattooed fingers and a face half-obscured by a hood. The kind of guy one probably wouldn’t want to cross on the street in the dead of night. The sight of him made the blacksmith’s skin prickle— he’d never forget that feeling.

“Yeah?” He dared, suspicious, “For what reason?”

Those gnarled hands had folded, and the Talis boy noted that his tattoos looked distinctly like some form of old runes— something not unlike the inscriptions he had seen in the old texts he had scoured over the years. What purpose they served, he hadn’t been certain. Without so much as looking him in the eye, the man simply replied, “I have a proposition.”

Jayce had been hesitant, but had ultimately agreed to meet in the evening. When he had returned to the forge upon sundown, the man had been waiting just out of sight, not far behind the old brick building. The blacksmith learned about an organization of monster hunters that night— vigilantes who protected the public from paranormal interference. He’d been working for the man ever since.

The job was simple; when Jayce got a call, he would hop into his pickup truck and drive out to the scene. Do what needed to be done, clean up the mess, and leave. That was how the last two years had gone, living in his own little cabin in the woods outside the city’s limits. He hadn’t needed to move out to this location— there was plenty of need for a monster hunter back in Piltover— but living a double life had never sounded very appealing to the Talis boy. He had been warned that his work was to be kept secret, and had decided doing so was far easier when he saw very few people. Besides; it paid better to take on an area that most Hunters lacked the desire to work in— too far away from amenities and comforts, they said. To Jayce? It was silence, minimal pressure, and good pay. A win-win, as far as he was concerned.

As long as he didn’t dwell too often on the oppressive loneliness.

But today, Jayce didn’t wake up alone.

The first thing he noticed upon rousing was the weight on his chest. He was laid out on his back, one arm wedged behind both his head and pillow— a sleeping position he often found himself in— but something was off. There was a significant resistance each time he took a breath, and he could feel a pressure atop his form. His eyes slowly cracked open, still slightly groggy, and before they even had a chance to focus, he was looking up into two yellow eyes. Jayce felt a jolt of fright run through his body, and apparently whatever expression had come over his face in that moment was enough to make Viktor laugh, his head tilting to the side.

“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up.” The demon teased, trailing a finger in circles over Jayce’s bare chest. His tail swished lazily over the man’s legs, and he seemed quite comfortable draped over top of him, “Were you aware that you snore?”

“So I’ve been told.” Willing his racing heart to calm, Jayce heaved a breath, “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to scare the shit out of someone who’s technically being paid to kill you?”

Calling the expression that appeared on Viktor’s face merely smug would have been an understatement. He reached forward, and with a clawed hand, took hold of the man’s chin, held it in his palm and tilted it up a tad, “Just like a puppy dog,” he mused, fangs flashing with a grin, “all bark and no bite.”

No matter how vehemently he wanted to deny it, Jayce felt himself melt under that touch. He wasn’t certain if it was his own will crumbling, some kind of weird demonic magic, or a mixture of both, but Viktor had him wrapped around his finger, and they both knew it. He tried to look displeased, but he could feel the heat that had risen to his cheeks— and it was no doubt visible to the Incubus, whose face was positioned only inches from his own.

Jayce raised a hand to wrap loose fingers around the creature’s thin wrist, “Did you need something, or were you just watching me sleep for fun?”

“Which answer would you prefer?”

All the Hunter could do was huff, pulling Viktor’s hand away from his face with little resistance. Those piercing yellow eyes seemed to watch with amusement, tracing the human’s face as if they were assessing him— or sizing him up, to be more accurate. Jayce did his best not to get caught up in their gaze, lest he lose himself.

“I’d prefer to hear that you came to help, like we discussed.”

“Oh, I can certainly help you.” It’s said in almost a purr, hardly subtle.

“With my research.”

Yellow eyes are rolled, and Viktor gives a small groan, resting his head against his crossed arms. He frowns down at Jayce, and the man can only imagine what kind of help the entity had in mind.

“We had an agreement, Viktor. If I helped you, you would help me with my paranormal research. Remember?”

“Yes, yes, I recall.” Thin tail is flicked in annoyance, and the Incubus scrunches his nose in an expression that Jayce is certain is supposed to mean the same, but can’t help but find unfairly adorable, “I’m not saying I won’t honor our agreement. But nothing is stopping us from, eh… staying here just a little longer. Correct?”

As he speaks, the demon begins to trail a hand over the Hunter’s chest, against soft skin, dipping low over his waist. Jayce can feel his heartbeat quickening, and he wonders if Viktor can feel the heat spreading under his palm. An opposite thumb brushed briefly over a nipple makes the man take in a soft gasp, swallow hard. He could feel an ache beginning, and, judging by the way the Incubus shifted atop him, adjusting and pressing his hips down against Jayce’s groin, he could feel it, too.

“You want it.” Teasing, both clawed hands roving over his body, “Don’t you?”

Viktor’s eyes pierced his own the moment Jayce dared to glance up at him, and he could only shudder. The demon always knew exactly how to affect him, exactly what to do to make him come undone. But of course he did— it was his entire domain, after all, and Jayce had already given him far too much power. After another swipe over his sensitive chest, the Hunter gives a stifled whimper, and breathes out a quiet “please.”

“So cute.” Viktor shifts to straddle the man, while those hands travel back down over Jayce’s sides. Fingertips disappear below the waistband of his boxers and easily slip them down— expose him, already semi-hard. “Look at you,” Viktor grins, tail swishing in broad strokes across the bed, “so eager, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Jayce couldn’t even protest. Not when he felt thin fingers wrap around his shaft, begin working him in slow, steady strokes. He shifted under the demon’s gaze, pressed his head back, spread his legs. His breath deepened, coming in heavy huffs through his nose, and in that moment, he couldn’t ever imagine refusing to be touched by Viktor’s deft hand. Jayce was sure it was magic— or perhaps some other kind of eldritch power— that made him so unnaturally alluring, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that he had never felt quite as good as when he laid with Viktor, and nothing he had tried afterwards could ever live up to it. It had been nearly two weeks since he had allowed the demon to remain with him in his cabin, wait out his heat and use him for relief. Jayce hadn’t seen him since, and the time without him had been almost maddening.

Pleasuring himself was no longer quite as satisfying, and he often found himself frustratingly pumping until he spilled two, sometimes three times in one sitting— but it still didn’t compare. All he could think about was Viktor pinning him against his mattress, fucking him until he could barely speak. The waves of intensity that crashed over him with each spurt of his over-milked cock, the way those claws dug into his back and left marks that remained for days. This Incubus had ruined him, spoiled him, and he could only pray that he would return soon.

“You’re far too quiet. Tell me how you feel, pretty boy.” Viktor’s words were silk, like fingers down the man’s spine.

“Good,” Jayce manages, his words coming out with a soft, breathy moan, “f-feels— good.”

A thumb rubs over the tip of the Hunter’s cock, teasing it each time the hand raises mid-stroke. It makes him shudder, bite his lip and subtly arch his hips in an attempt to chase the feeling. Jayce doesn’t see the smirk on Viktor’s face, but he certainly hears it when he speaks.

“You’ve missed me.” The demon purred, quickening his pace, eliciting sounds that Jayce tried to stifle. His eyes never leave the human’s face, “I knew you would. Why do you think I stayed away so long?”

“Y-You— Mhh—“

“Have you thought about me, Jayce? Touched yourself?” The Incubus’ free hand found a home on the Hunter’s thigh, slid over it and felt how the muscles clenched, “Did you cum to the thought of me inside you?”

Jayce wanted to be upset. Upset that Viktor had purposefully waited, somehow knowing that he would be unable to get his mind off of him. Did he know how frustrating it had been? Did he know how Jayce had desperately fucked himself in an attempt to find relief? Had he caused it purposefully?

“Did you— do something to me?” The question comes out far weaker than the Hunter had intended, his mind half-fogged with pleasure. His eyes were hazy as he glanced up at the entity that knelt between his legs, but he could still see the self-satisfaction on his face.

“Did I use magic? A curse?” He chuckled, “No. I could have, but… admittedly, you surprised me. I’d never met a human willing to, eh… help, as you did— let alone a Hunter.”

A quiet moan slips past the human’s lips as Viktor’s pace increases again, effectively pumping him and stealing away more of his cognition. Precum dripped and wet the Incubus’ hand, working only to spur him on.

“As I said; I rather like you, Jayce Talis. I don’t plan on causing you harm, nor discomfort.” A momentary pause allowed two fingers to slip past the demon’s lips, where they were wetted, before being lowered and pressed inside Jayce’s hole. He moved slowly, allowing for adjustment, and the man couldn’t hold back his moans as both fingers slid in up to the knuckle, “Having quite so much sex with an Incubus simply tends to have, mm… lingering effects.”

The Hunter’s brows furrow, and he further spreads his legs, giving Viktor better access, “Nh— Needed you—“ He whimpered, unable to keep his breaths from coming in hot, heavy huffs through parted lips, “Fuck…”

Jayce can’t look at him anymore, unable to keep his head up or his eyes open, but he hears a low rumble from somewhere deep within Viktor’s chest. That tail continues to swish back and forth over the bedsheets, making a continuous zip-zip-zip against the fabric. It all makes the human’s heart flutter, and he can’t help but revel in Viktor’s pride. Jayce wanted so badly to please him.

Skilled ministrations pick up, fingers sliding in and out in a rhythm to match each stroke. A third is added not long after the first two, and it doesn’t take much more to turn Jayce into a mess. He moans openly, head pressed back against his pillow, hips arched and legs shaking. He’d waited what felt like months to feel like this again, for Viktor to touch him again, and now that he had it, he couldn’t think of anything else. He would happily spend the rest of his life like this, and he would thank Viktor for it.

“I— I feel—“ Jayce gasped, shuddered, felt himself twitch in the Incubus’ palm, “Can’t— I-I’m gonna—“

“Cum for me, pet.” Honeyed words are almost completely overpowered by the feeling of lips enclosing the head of his cock, and a hot, wet tongue dragging across the tip. There was absolutely no possible way that Jayce could have held back, even if he had been instructed to. The waves of his orgasm crashed over him so intensely that his vision dimmed, and his breathing hitched. Thick spurts of cum filled the demon’s mouth, and yet he didn’t pull away. That forked tongue continued to flick him over, lapping up every drop until the Hunter was spent, gasping and allowing his body to go limp on the bed.

“Good boy.” Viktor’s head raised, he licked his lips. Pulling his hands back and fingers out of Jayce’s stretched hole, he moved to lay overtop of him again, pressing insistent kisses against his neck, “Just as good as I remember.”

“Fuck, Viktor…”

The Incubus didn’t seem particularly interested in talking any further at the moment, instead continuing to kiss against the Hunter’s neck, along his jawline, over his shoulders. The tip of his tail flicked, and a sound not unlike a purr emanated from deep in his chest. It felt amazing, better than it had any right to feel— better than it should have been physically able to feel. Each press of Viktor’s lips against his heated skin was like a ripple of electricity, intoxicating and addictive. Jayce’s eyelids fluttered shut once more, and he offered a soft exhale, hands moving to press against the Incubus’ back, hold him as he offered— what seemed to be— his praise. In the end, two clawed hands moved to cup each of Jayce’s cheeks, as Viktor caught him in a proper, passionate kiss that lasted so long the man was gasping by the end.

“Did you… miss me… too?” The man asked between breaths, finally looking up at the entity with a blissed-out expression on his face. In that moment, Viktor looked almost radiant— the early-morning sun that shone through the windows illuminating his back, making him seem to almost glow. The most beautiful being the Talis boy had ever laid eyes upon.

Viktor tilted his head to the side, just a tad, and smirked. It was such a self-satisfied expression, and perfectly matched his prideful tone, “Perhaps. You are my favorite toy.”

One week more made a month since Jayce had first stumbled upon an Incubus caught in one of his routine traps. Despite what he had read about demons and deals, Viktor had so far upheld his end of the bargain they had made. No, he didn’t come around every day, but he showed up now and then, sometimes with a new piece of literature for Jayce to parse. In fact, in the short time he had been offering his assistance, Jayce had managed to make leaps and bounds in his research that would have taken him months, possibly years, on his own. The Incubus offered a level of direct access to the paranormal that the Hunter hadn’t had before— not even in his field of work. Fighting against the supernatural was a far cry from working with them, after all.

It was funny, really. Jayce had told himself that this job would not only allow him to keep others safe, protect them from going through what he himself had experienced, but that it would aid him in his research. He had imagined that working so closely with the paranormal would offer him so much information and insight, but so far, all it had offered him were directions on how to quickly and efficiently do away with a threat. The organization wasn’t interested in truly learning about the supernatural. All they cared about was getting rid of it. Jayce told himself that they were doing a good thing, doing what was right. But… Now and then, he found himself wondering…

“Am I interrupting?”

With a verbal sound of surprise, Jayce had to grab onto the sides of the water well to keep himself from tumbling head-first into it. He hadn’t realized he had been staring so intently into its darkened depths until he was snapped back into reality by a familiar voice. He turned to face Viktor, while heaving a heavy sigh and running a hand back through his hair.

“Were you trying to drown me?” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest, “You know you can just use the door like anyone else, right?”

“Mm, I could.” The Incubus shrugs, stepping closer and allowing fingers to trail over Jayce’s shoulder as he passes, “But it wouldn’t be nearly as entertaining.”

This earns a lighthearted chuckle from the Hunter, who simply shakes his head and turns back around, fetching the bucket from its place at his feet and attaching it to the hook dangling from the middle of the well. Viktor places his hands onto the cold stone edge of the small construction, and peers down into the water. It’s dark, the forest trees preventing the afternoon sun’s rays from reaching it, but he can still see his reflection.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting water for the cabin.” Jayce gives the bucket a quick tug, ensuring that it won’t fall off when it’s pulled back up, “I don’t have indoor plumbing. You know that.”

A flick of a pointed tail, and a tilt of the demon’s head. He reaches forward and mimics the human’s action of tugging on the wooden bucket, though he goes a step further by pulling a small length of the rope with it to test the mechanism. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand human technology or practices, it was simply that he hadn’t spent much time examining them up close. It wasn’t exactly what he was interested in when visiting this plane.

“You lower this bucket into the water… and use this mechanism to pull it back up.” Viktor is mumbling to himself, touching each piece within reach as he does, “How is it powered? How does it work?”

“Oh, uh…” Jayce had never seen this kind of curiosity from Viktor before. Usually, he manifested at his will, sought physical relations, perhaps dropped off a book or two, sometimes stayed to answer a few questions, and went on his way. This was a new behavior, something entirely outside of his usual schema, and it piqued the man’s own curiosity in turn, “You just… crank it!”

“Crank-it?”

Jayce clutches the handle affixed to the side of the well, and the windlass creaks as its components begin to rotate. Viktor’s eyes follow the movement down into the well, watch as the bucket breaks the cool glass surface of the water. His reflection ripples, sending out false images of piercing yellow eyes in all directions. Then, all at once, that reflection is obscured completely as the bucket breaches, and ascends the cobblestone pit.

“See?” Bucket is unhooked from rope, and Jayce heaves it up onto the lip of the well, overfill spilling along the sides. He smirks a bit, teases, “Have you never seen a water well before?”

“Of course I have.” Viktor’s response is believably nonchalant. He shrugs, “I’ve simply never cared much for them.”

That causes a raised brow and an amused chuckle from the Hunter, who picks up his second bucket and affixes it to the windlass, “Oh yeah? What’s changed?”

“Nothing.” With that, the Incubus sidles up closer to the man, tail swishing softly through the grass at their feet. He places a hand onto Jayce’s arm, slides his palm over the muscle, “I’m far more interested in whether or not you’d make another, eh… agreement with me.”

This time, the man’s lighthearted expression fades into one of true uncertainty. He looks to Viktor, his brows slightly furrowed, and examines his face. The demon is so difficult to read, so evasive and cryptic. What exactly could he want from another agreement? It wasn’t nearly time for another heat, nor did Jayce have anything to offer him that he wasn’t already giving. Unless…

“…Are you trying to steal my soul?” It comes out as almost a whisper, far too sincere to be taken as anything but genuine concern.

Viktor rolls his eyes, and seats himself leisurely on the edge of the well, crossing his mottled-purple leg over the untouched other. His tail dangled into the cobblestone mouth, and his hands traveled to slide suggestively over Jayce’s chest. “Listen, pretty boy,” he purred, “if I agree to help carry these back to your little cabin, won’t you agree to let me touch you?”

As much as the words caused his heart to beat just a tiny bit faster, the Talis boy couldn’t help but express his confusion, “I… didn’t think we had to make agreements for that? A-Anymore.”

“Perfect.” Clawed fingers were already undoing the buckle on the man’s belt, “I like an amenable toy.”

“Wait— right here?” Broad hands moved to grasp thin wrists, stopping the Incubus’ work, “Viktor, we’re— we’re outside! Anyone could walk by and catch us!”

“And you like that. That thrill.” Came the undeterred reply, those yellow eyes almost ablaze with desire, “Don’t you?”

Jayce felt heat rise to his cheeks. Viktor was correct, of course. He had made it quite clear early on that he knew exactly what the Hunter liked, and he had yet to be incorrect. Jayce had since read further into his literature, pressed for information from the Incubus himself, and had learned that it was an instinct of sorts— an intuition. There was no hiding one’s desires from a lust demon— even the most depraved or humiliating. This was… new territory for Jayce, but he couldn’t say the thought of it didn’t excite him.

“You… know I do.” He mumbled, swallowing as he released the entity’s wrists, allowing him to continue.

“Good boy.”

Viktor’s praise felt like fingers down Jayce’s spine, and he had to take in a slow, easy breath to compose himself. He allowed the demon to undo his belt, pull it completely free from the loops and toss it aside. Hardly a single second passed before Viktor was all but on top of Jayce, kissing him deeply and guiding him backwards until he was pressed against the sturdy trunk of a tree. The two of them sunk down into the grass, and the Incubus dipped his hands under the Hunter’s waistband, sliding palms over his hips and thighs. Jayce shuddered, moving to slide a hand under his shirt, in order to move it out of the way while Viktor pulled his pants down to his ankles.

Both clawed hands rested against the Talis boy’s knees, spreading his legs apart and revealing him fully. A shiver ran through Jayce’s body upon feeling the afternoon air hit his hardening cock. The vulnerability of the situation was stark in his mind, and it excited him. He knew that though this was a rather lonely area of woods, there was always the chance that someone may happen upon them, a monster hunter bare and exposed for a lust demon to use.

“Such an obedient little mortal.” Viktor purred, sliding his hands back up over the man’s thighs, seemingly thrilled by how they shifted under his touch. With a single finger, he traced from the bottom of Jayce’s shaft, to the tip, “And always so eager.”

The desire that surged through him at that simple, ghost of a touch felt white hot, and he groaned in frustration. Jayce’s head leaned back against the tree behind him, and he swallowed down any further sounds. That is, until he felt that single finger— torturously slowly— tease his tip, coaxing out a small, pitiful whimper.

“Viktor…”

“Already so hard for me.” Came the dismissive response, a self-satisfied smirk on the demon’s face, “Perhaps I’ll see if you’ll cum from this?”

Another slow drag over the tip of his cock has Jayce biting his lip, his muscles tensing, “No, Viktor, I… I-I need—“ Another agonizingly teasing rub, another desperate whine, “I need you to touch me… more.”

A chuckle bubbled up from deep within the Incubus’ chest. He leans forward, allows his body to press against Jayce’s ache, trails more of those electric kisses over his neck. “I’ll do far better.” He purrs, his breath hot against the human’s ear, “I want to ride you.”

“Fuck, Viktor…” Jayce’s words come out in a slurred heap, his heart nearly leaping from his chest. His hands are on the demon’s body, sliding over his sides, his hips. He’s lithe, and every curve and dip of his form seems to fit perfectly in the Hunter’s palms, “Yes, please, use me.”

Viktor doesn’t need to be told twice. He wastes no time in guiding Jayce to maneuver forward, so that he may more effectively lay on his back. Never does the Incubus move far enough that his body isn’t pressed against the man’s neglected cock, eliciting soft huffs with each shift. Arms are lifted above Jayce’s head, and Viktor begins to mumble in a language the human can’t understand. Those yellow eyes grow dark, black pupils engulfing them completely, and for a moment, there’s a pang of fear within the Talis boy. Maybe he was going to steal his soul after all? But his worries were for naught, as when the spell came to an end, a field of magic warbled innocently around his hands and wrists, binding them in place against the tree.

Another soft whine escaped Jayce’s throat when Viktor leaned back, removing the contact that offered him the tiniest sliver of stimulation. He looked down at himself, saw his cock hard and aching— he must have looked a mess, already so desperate after barely any true attention. Never had he been quite so riled in such a short amount of time with anyone else— only Viktor. It was always only for Viktor.

“How… How will you…?” Jayce’s question died out as he attempted to compose himself, “We don’t have, um… I-I don’t want to take you dry.”

Yet another smirk on that unfairly pretty face, “You won’t be.”

Before the question of ‘how’ has a chance to be asked, Viktor is muttering again, and Jayce can only wonder what will come of it. Yellow eyes are swallowed by inky darkness, and a single hand— the one wound in mottled-purple— begins to manifest that same magic, weaving through his fingers. He points the very tip of a claw at the base of the Hunter’s cock, and as he slowly drags it upwards, never touching, Jayce feels an incredible pressure building, growing, following the demon’s movements. He gasps, moans, and when Viktor’s spell reaches his tip, an orgasm— blindingly violent— seems to all but explode from inside him. The man tosses his head back, cries out, his hips jerking with each spurt of thick cum that spills out and over himself. It’s a complete sensory overload, and for Jayce, it seems that no matter how many times his body tenses, or how many times the waves crash over him, it doesn’t end. By the time Viktor releases him, he’s an absolute mess of sweat and spend, panting and rolling back and forth between lucidity and unconsciousness.

There’s a hand on his cheek— gentle, almost tender. A thumb brushes over his skin, and his eyes flutter open to look up into Viktor’s face, gazing down at him from above. It takes him a moment to register the softened expression he wears, a pleased smile.

“Come back to me, pretty boy.” He says, and his voice is just as soft as his features, “Tell me how you feel.”

Slowly, Jayce takes in a breath, leaning into the palm of Viktor’s hand. His words come out lightly slurred, “That w’s… somethin’ else…”

A kiss is pressed against his cheek, and it’s not the same electric shock as before. It’s another almost tender gesture, repeated over his face, his lips. The sound of the demon’s tail swishing through the grass breaks through the haze. It’s soothing, and elicits a small hum from Jayce.

“Was it too much?”

“A… A bit much.” The human mumbled, a goofy smile overtaking his face as his wits began to return, “But… good. Didn’t know you could… do that.”

“There are quite a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Viktor smirked, sliding his hand from the Hunter’s cheek, to the side of his neck, “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Those yellow eyes were ablaze in an instant, and it took only a moment for the Incubus to return to kneeling between Jayce’s legs. Viktor sat for a minute, and the Talis boy watched him look over the mess that had been made. Admiring it, maybe? It made the man’s face heat up, seeing himself covered in cum, still spread and just as achingly hard as when they had begun. How? He couldn’t be sure— that was most likely Viktor’s doing, as well. Either way, he didn’t much care. All he cared about were the hands that reached forward, slid over his body, gathered the spend and used it to cover his cock— and Viktor’s own. Watching the entity stroke himself with the slick sound of his own cum sent a jolt down Jayce’s spine. He shuddered, gave a soft whimper, shifted his hips up in a vain attempt to ease the ache he still felt so strongly, even after his— rather theatrical— display.

Mercy came soon enough, as Viktor pressed wet fingers inside himself, hummed at the feeling of sliding right down to the knuckles. By the time he straddled Jayce, they were both sufficiently wet, and when he pressed himself down onto the man’s cock, it easily slid inside with a slick sound, and a satisfied moan from the Incubus. Viktor didn’t wait for time to adjust— he most likely didn’t need it, Jayce decided. Instead, he began raising himself up, dropping down, riding him to the very base.

“Gods, yes, Viktor—!” The Hunter pressed his head back into the grass, still a little oversensitive and overcome with the same intensity that always came alongside sex with Viktor. It really was like nothing else— no one else— and he knew that there was no way he’d ever be satisfied with anything but ever again, “You feel— A-Ah—! S-So good—!”

Though Viktor’s sounds were far more subdued and controlled than Jayce’s, they weren’t nonexistent. Each drop down onto his cock had him huffing and quietly moaning, his own length twitching from neglect. He pressed a hand against his stomach, and the movement pulled the human’s eye to the significant bulge that shifted under the demon’s palm.

“You’re… Hhf… big.” Viktor shuddered, looking down at Jayce through hooded eyes. He wore one of those self-satisfied smirks, and the sight of it drove the Hunter mad.

“I-I— I want to— Mmh—! Touch you…”

“I’m sure you do.” It was smug, said between breaths, the Incubus’ face flushed and legs beginning to shake, “Just watch, pet.”

That was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one looking up at the most perfect being in the entire world, fucking himself on his cock as though it were nothing.

…Had that thought truly just entered his mind? The most perfect being in the entire world?

…Fuck. That was a bag he could unpack at a later date.

Viktor’s pace picked up over time, and Jayce was more than happy to oblige, bucking his hips in rhythm with each slick shift downward. The sound of wet skin against skin was almost drowned out by the human’s vocalizations, and if anyone had been around to catch them, they most likely would have heard them long before they saw them. Pointed tail is brought forth, drawn through the remaining spend pooled on Jayce’s stomach. As Viktor takes his own cock into his hand, that tail finds a new home buried deep inside the Hunter. Surprisingly, its points were not sharp, but smooth, flexible, sliding easily inside of Jayce and curling to fuck him just as roughly as he liked.

“Viktor— fuck—! Yes, Viktor—!”

While the Hunter had come to expect himself to unravel near the end, it was rare to hear the Incubus moaning as he was, that pretty face covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hand pumping his cock and breath heavy. But as much as Jayce wanted to focus on Viktor, and those little moans of his, and that bulge in his stomach, he couldn’t focus on anything but the building, desperate urge that he felt growing stronger and stronger inside him.

“I— I’m going to— ha-ave to—!”

“Yes, Jayce, cum inside me.” Viktor hisses, “Fill me.”

That was it— Viktor would get his wish right then and there. Stars burst forth in front of Jayce’s eyes as his orgasm washed over him. He heard the demon curse, felt him clench around his cock, felt the warm, wet ropes that covered his already-filthy stomach, and yet nothing stopped. The human was milked for every drop of cum he had— or, at least, it certainly felt like he was, by the time the both of them came down from the high, and Viktor slumped over him, working to catch his breath. For a long while, all Jayce could do was lay there in the grass, gasping and regaining the ability to move his lead-laden-limbs. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Viktor, with a clawed hand pressed against the bulge in his stomach, looking down at him with those blazing yellow eyes.

“Good… Good boy.”

Jayce can only curse breathily, and close his eyes again. It really was astounding how every single word this entity uttered was always the exact thing that would send the most shivers through his body. “I hope you… plan to uphold your end of the… agreement.” Everything felt far too heavy in the best possible way, and the man could only muster a teasing smile, “Don’t think I can… carry those buckets myself.”

“I suppose.” The prideful smirk on Viktor’s face was viewed by one single honey-brown eye, “Besides, it would be smartest not to handle old texts while outside.”

Both eyes open, and Jayce raises his head just a little, “…You brought me new books?”

“I may have.”

“And you… waited until now to tell me?”

“If I had told you earlier, I highly doubt even I could have coaxed you back out into the woods.” Viktor slid his tail out from inside of Jayce with a slick pop, eliciting a small gasp from the man beneath him, “I wanted to fuck you in the woods.”

Jayce couldn’t hold back the laughter that rose up from within him, then. The Incubus spoke with such nonchalance, so matter-of-factly, as though it was as common an utterance as a ‘how-do-you-do’. He supposed, perhaps, for him, it might have been.

“Fine, alright. Fair enough.” He heaved a mirthful sigh, his body heavy, but beginning to fill with the warmth of afterglow. All he wanted now was to curl up under his covers with Viktor’s arms around him, feel those soft kisses over his face again. The two of them had never really exchanged any tender moments until then, hadn’t really lounged in bed after laying together. The demon tended to take his leave, or wish to jump straight into work once the deed was done, and Jayce had never asked for more. Had assumed that it wasn’t in Viktor’s— wasn’t in an Incubus’— nature. But, after that momentary display…

After soft breaths in unison, and another long, wet, slick sound as Viktor slid Jayce out from inside him, the human dared to searchingly prompt, “…Viktor?”

“Hm?” The entity was sitting on one hip now, legs slightly spread and cum leaking down his inner thigh. A hand lowered to slide fingers over his stretched hole, feel the wet aftermath. When he looked up, it was clear just how pleased he was with the outcome, “What is it?”

Jayce exhaled a shuddering breath through his nose at the sight, and he couldn’t deny the urge to touch, to press his own fingers inside the demon’s hole and feel how slick and empty he was, but his desire for intimacy was greater. “Will you… stay the night?”

Viktor quirked a brow, his tail swishing over the grass and a smirk spreading across his face, “Still haven’t had enough, Talis?”

“No, I don’t— I don’t mean it like that.” He insisted, the flush in his cheeks returning as he averted his gaze. Broad hands flexed in their magic restraints, “Can you unbind me? Please?”

Magic dissipated with a wave of the Incubus’ hand, and Jayce moved to sit himself up, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. The expression on Viktor’s face when the man finally glanced his way could only be described as complete and utter confusion. For a moment, the Hunter felt foolish. Surely Incubi didn’t do these things, didn’t cuddle and kiss without sexual intent. But that moment, that single moment, was still so fresh in his memory, he could almost feel those soft lips against his face again.

“I just… want you to stay. To sleep with me— n-next to me.” He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, eyes averted and looking anywhere but at Viktor, “I’d like, um… if you’d hold me. Maybe?”

There was a long period of silence in which Jayce was certain he had crossed some line, had uttered some secret taboo that he wasn’t aware of. The Incubus simply stared at him, those yellow eyes searching, analyzing, and he was afraid they might very well see right through him. Finally, with an uneasy, uncertain expression, Viktor spoke.

“…I can try.”