happilyeverbeginning | Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

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Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, Magica De Spell was desperate. There was still no guarantee this would work, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try. Of course, the more frightening aspect was this actually working... and actually having to pay the piper, so to speak.

But in addition to being desperate, Magica was also arrogant. If souls did exist, she'd find a way to keep hers. She'd find a way out - but she couldn't afford to waste anymore time dawdling about it. The moon would only be in perfect alignment with the planets and stars for so long - and she could only stay away from her wretched kin for so long. The time was now.

The candles were lit, the sigils drawn, the prayers made - now the final ingredient was the sacrifice. According to the crumbling parchment, this would take a lot of blood. If she wasn't careful, she could die of blood loss... but, considering the future her parents had in store for her, dying might've been the better option. So, win-win.

With a great, shuddering breath, she drew the knife to her arm and made the cut, dripping blood onto the sigil. It hurt like hell, but she bit down on her tongue to hold back any pathetic cries. The time for weakness had passed.

"I summon thee, from hell and flame,
Duty bound, yet cannot be tamed,
Hear my call, hear my plea,
I offer myself - now come to me!"

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"Oh, no. But I do feel like having my treat now. I'm tired of having imps posted to you and for the succubi and incubi annoying me because they're pissed I called dibs."

... Uh-oh. She hadn't expected that answer.

"... Today is a special occasion?" She asked dumbly.

"It is now. If only to commemorate the last time you'll likely see me," Scrooge said bluntly. "I thought you'd be happy to hear I was going to be gone soon."

Magica frowned, not exactly unhappy to hear it, but... "So if I do anything to 'annoy' your whole process, you're just going to sit and stew about it and not rant to me? Seems unlike you."

"Nope. You'll be some other demon's problem. One with a lot less sense of humor."

He closed the gap between them, placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly sliding them down her form.

Hmph. Maybe she really had picked a sore spot when they talked about his former humanity... but who was she to feel sorry for him?

If he really meant it, and they were going to go all the way at last... She shrugged off her worries, and leaned up to meet him with a kiss.

He didn't pounce, but there was definite force in how he kissed her back. He wrapped his arms around her, undoing her dress and stripping her naked. Not the first time he'd seen her like that but just the latest.

However, he wasn't going to give her everything she expected. Still standing up, he pressed himself against her entrance, rocking his hips just enough that he prodded her without penetrating. He wasn't ready for that. Or, rather, she wasn't.

This time, Magica allow it all without resistance. After all, if he was finally going to "give it" to her, why stress? Not to mention there was a certain thrill to doing it in her office.

She put her arms around his neck, meeting kiss for kiss. She lifted one leg, trying to wrap it around his waist.

He pressed more insistently into her, allowing her to get a taste of just how big he was and just what she was in for.

In the meantime, he gripped her hips, waiting for her to relax. She was going to get what could arguably be a rude surprise.

Mmm. How could she relax when she knew something like that was coming? She grinded her hips into his, trying to goad him as much as he was goading her.

Hmph. This wasn't going how he wanted to. He pulled out of her and knelt down before her. Then he proceeded to lap at her sensitive areas like the previous time.

Did he want to tease her first before penetrating her? Fine. She'd allow it. She sighed - quite happily this time - and leaned down to stroke his head, lightly pushing it in further.

He moved his mouth away in frustration. Goddammit, this wasn't working. He snarled.

Hearing the noise, Magica looked down at him, blinking... and then it clicked.

"Hang on... is me actually enjoying this turning you off?!"

...Not ideal, but he'd have to work with it. Damn, this woman was frustrating!

He got back to his feet, grabbed her hips, and forced himself inside her.

"You've got some goddam ner-YAAAH!" All of it happened in fluid motion, too fast for her to even think. She nearly lost her footing in shock, back thudding to the wall.

He leaned his head forward to nip and preen her neck by turns as he slammed his hips into hers over and over. He growled the whole time, the sound rumbling in his chest.

Was sex supposed to be this painful?! Or was this because he was a demon? She bit down, not wanting to cry out. If she was right, and the only way he could enjoy it was if she didn't... well! She'd enjoy it to the fullest!

The pain couldn't be ignored, but she could try to make it feel better. She tried to make her hips bounce back, taking deep breaths each time.

He was hurting her. Shit.

He pulled out of her and slammed his palms against the wall on either side of her head, head bowed as he gritted his teeth in anger. There was a faint hiss of bubbling paint as his body temperature rose and began melting it off the wall where his hands touched it.

"Goddammit." He pushed himself off her.

Magica well and truly thought he might kill her with that sudden slam, and she fell to knees, trying to inch away from the melting paint. She struggled to catch her breath, her entire body shaking. She stared at him - if she was wrong about his reason for anger, then what was the real reason?

"... What is going on?" She finally asked.

"I hurt you when I didn't want to. Just wanted to surprise you, not..." He snarled at himself. "Bad enough that it's no different than normal. Damn Lust demons probably get a good laugh out of idiots like me falling for it. Can't even make it good for you without hurting you."

Was... was he actually feeling guilty over that? Of all the things they'd gone through, this is where he felt bad?

She felt she might never truly understand him. With a slow exhale, she moved to try and take his hand.

"I didn't think you were trying to make it good for me." She admitted. "Maybe if we could spend one day without being hostile to each other... we could enjoy both enjoy this."

As much as he could enjoy anything, he supposed. Well, at least she already knew that part.

"...Let me try again. I'll go slower. Tell me when I'm hurting you."

Yes, it was a sign of weakness in the demon, but...well one of them needed to enjoy themselves in this.

"Well, being in a room full of hard surfaces might might that difficult." She pointed out. "I don't suppose you can use those fancy powers of yours to pop us into my bedroom?"

"If you were dead or a demon, I'd say 'yes'. But I honestly don't think you'd survive the hellfire teleportation."

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