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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He rolled his shoulders in a shrug. Then he took the offered glass, sipping at it. It was a fine wine. Excellent vintage. Yet it wasn't enough.

'Stop it. Try to focus.'

He drank the glass down before moving onto the bed beside her, kissing he and guiding her down onto her back. He was being meticulously slow, each motion carefully gauged and executed.

She placed her own glass aside, ready to enjoy the night. She slid her arms around his neck, idly stroking his whiskers as they slowly kissed back and forth.

Not that she hadn't enjoyed the rough and quick pleasures from the other times - because she certainly did - but there was something to be said for this gentle softness. She'd even been worried that a being like him wouldn't have been capable of it. For once, she didn't mind being proven wrong.

It was a struggle, a real struggle. Every instinct was screaming at him to make her suffer, to tear as much pleasure from her as he could.

'No. Not tonight.'

He raised the hem of her night dress to just below her breasts. He then started kissing his way down her belly until he reached her sensitive areas. He then began licking, loosening her up.

Magica moaned quietly, opening her legs to give him as much room as possible. Thankfully there was no more lingering pain in that area, so she could take in as much of his gentleness as possible.

He kissed his way back up her belly and aligned herself. Then he started to rock into her, adding a bit more of himself with each gentle thrust until he was all the way in. Then he began speeding up his tempo, adding a little more force with each thrust to let her adjust.

Ohhh, yes. This is what she'd been wanting, and with his girth, his pace, and now his tenderness... it was more than satisfying. Her body moved with him, reaching up to hold his shoulders.

"Mmm... Scrooge..."

He nipped and sucked at her neck as he applied more force to his thrusts, aiming to make this climax better than the previous times he'd gotten her off.

It was a goal easily achieved - now that she wasn't fighting it, her whole body was looser, more relaxed. She wasn't trying to hold it back anymore, so when it finally did happen, it was with a blissful sigh instead of a loud cry.

He pulled out of her and once more moved between her thighs to clean up the mess. He also wanted to prepare her for another round.

It was so strange granting someone else pleasure without any sort of motive behind it. Sadly, he got the distinct impression that he'd never had the opportunity in life. He forced it out of his mind.

So it wasn't going to be a one and done deal? Very nice. Still... now that she'd finally gotten what she wanted from him... she couldn't help but think.

She pet his head as he tasted her, asking quietly. "What would give you pleasure? I know you can't be 'satisfied'... but you can still feel something good, right?"

He lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Honestly anything feels good, but I never get that release. It's nothing to do with you or your skill."

Just what a demon had to deal with.

"All these years, and you really don't have a preference for anything?" She sat up a bit, eyebrows raised.

"Do you have any idea how much sex I've had in 120 years?" he asked dryly. "I'm a Greed demon, but that doesn't mean I don't ever use lust. You really don't want to know what people get up to."

"Just thought I'd offer..." She laid back down. "Even after all this, I still don't know a lot about it. You were the first person I was ever attracted to."

"I feel honored." No sarcasm there. "But, honestly, it's no surprise you never put much thought into it."

She was...well, had been...a virgin after all.

Magica shrugged one shoulder. "I guess I never thought of it as important, compared to everything else..." Ah, but this was getting depressing. This was supposed to be a night they could both enjoy.

To make up for it, she grabbed a chocolate, and moved to hold it to his mouth.

Scrooge opened his mouth and closed his lips around her fingers, sucking on them while taking the sweet. He then pulled away, allowing the heat of his body to melt the chocolate for when he kissed her again.

He probably tasted like spiced chocolate now.

Mmm, yes, much better than talking and thinking. She sighed happily, licking his lips to get any remaining taste of chocolate.

He parted his lips, sliding his tongue along hers before retreating back into his own mouth. A hint of what she could do.

My my, inviting her and giving permission? What a lovely change of pace. She followed along, slipping her tongue into his mouth and taking her time to touch every single surface, back and forth, cupping his cheek.

Hopefully his internal temperature would be cool enough for her. He was, after all, much warmer than she due to the hellfire in his system.

It did feel... unnatural. As if she was making out with someone that was suffering from a heavy fever. But she didn't back out or stop. She touched his tongue with her own, soft play, inviting him on top of her again.

He curled his tongue around hers, humming as he did so. Meanwhile he bent over her, allowing her to feel the sound reverberating through his body.

He really did have a nice voice - inside and out. Her hips and tongue pushed back and forth with his own, slowly, almost to the melody.

He squeezed her hips and rocked with her, matching her rhythm. He pulled back from her mouth and moved towards her neck, giving her a little nip.

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