A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
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The First Day of Forever [kat]
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Post by smith on Jul 31, 2020 7:23:59 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@tucker's Penthouse
The past two weeks had been a blur to Tucker. Normally the days trudged by without anything too interesting to occupy him, but with Effie around it was different. She never stopped and he was excited to keep up with her. Of course they were still in the exploring phase and everything was still new but that was a benefit.
Effie took his hint on the first day to heart. Most mornings he woke up with her head in between his legs to start his day off right. And it was only fair to reciprocate on the days where he found himself awake before her. In all actuality they fucked like rabbits. Every hole, every position, everywhere in the penthouse, and most places in the downstairs. When they were around each other clothes were hardly ever worn, they’d both have every mark on each others body ingrained into their brains, especially the ones left on Effie by the demon. Tucker couldn’t ask for a better life.
Although Tucker would’ve allowed her to never work again, Effie actually enjoyed it for some reason. She danced as a dancer a few times on stage, and spent a decent amount of time in the basement catering to customers for all sorts of things. When this happened the demon kinda just existed At first he tried to enjoy himself and take advantage of his ability to fuck other women in the basement, but it was not the same. The little witch quickly picked up on everything he liked, and completely amplified it by focusing on just that. Sure she had her fun as well, but she knew exactly how to move her body to feel like one with his. So instead he used the time to just catch up on the latest tv shows while getting as high as was possible for him.
But today was a little bit different, today was the day that Tucker’s witch friend was coming to officially bind them. Tracking her down proved more tricky than he imagined, since he hadn’t spoken to her in a few hundred years. Although if enough people owe you favors, you’re pretty much only a few degrees of separation from everyone in the world. Once he finally came into contact with her, she got on the first plane to New York, arriving right about now.
Tucker had woken up a little first this morning, but his head wasn’t about to slip under the covers, for the ritual to work that had to have forgone sex for 24 hours, something neither of them wanted to do. Instead he leaned forward, kissed Effie on the forehead and whispered as she began to wake up.
“Good morning beautiful.”
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Aug 1, 2020 3:31:31 GMT
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| It had been two weeks since Effie met Tucker, and nearly overnight after the interview, everything in her life changed. The loft she’d been struggling to make mortgage payments on - even with four roommates - was no longer her problem, sold to someone else who would realize the abmissmal real estate market crash happening currently. What she’d decided was worth keeping, she’d packed into a bag and had tucked in the trunk of a taxi in less than eight hours. A few of her friends called her insane, and others just called her over-eager. Almost all of them could agree that her new job seemed to come with a lot of commitment. None of what any of them said affected her in the slightest.
The moment she stepped foot into her new home for good, all of her wildest sexual fantasies started becoming a reality with Tucker. Every kink she’d ever thought about, of course he’d already done a thousand times. He seemed as limitless as her, and had just as much energy. He kept up with her more than anyone she’d ever been with before, and seemed to always be on the same page as her before they even opened their mouths. Of course, she was nothing but good to him 24/7, waiting on his every animalistic desire, per his request. Being the one who knew exactly how to get him off gave her a certain sense of pride that radiated throughout her every movement, and seemed to make her even better at her job than she was before. It might have just been all the sex, though.
Tucker had made it clear rather quickly that actually “working” wasn’t really a requirement for her anymore, but for a sense of some purpose besides doting around a house she couldn’t cook or clean in, or wasting everyday trying to teach herself spells she absolutely needed a teacher for. So she spent a good portion of her time upstairs, dancing for a high-ranking crowd she’d never encountered before, but the majority of her energy (that wasn’t spent on Tucker, of course) was spent in the basement. With unlimited reign with her choice of women, she was living a bachelor’s lifestyle without any strings attached.
It had become obvious to her rather quickly, though, that her desire to truly be with anyone else, and especially any other man, had pretty much evaporated. Tucker satisfied every masculine craving she could ever dream of having, and with every other urge satiated by women she could sleep with from the dungeon, she felt more content than ever. And Tucker seemed to feel the same; he had floated about the penthouse with an air of contentedness, returning Effie’s enthusiasm every time they saw each other.
But the last 24 hours had been different. A few days ago, she’d been briefed by him about the soul-bonding situation: he’d contacted the witch, and she’d be here in a matter of days. When he broke the news about what would be required of them during the hours leading up to the ritual, she’d felt confident that it would be easy to go a day without fucking, to take just a small break. And it had proved to be anything but. Every glance she caught of his, every time his skin touched hers, she knew what was alive behind it. She’d become so in tune with his desires that they felt like her own, and going from never being dry to actually wearing underwear to bed was, for some reason, a massive change.
Effie inhaled slowly and moaned softly as she sighed, drifting back into consciousness once she heard his gentle voice. For a demon, he sure had a way of making her smile.
”Good morning,” she murmured in a sleepy voice, stretching her arms out slowly above her head. She opened her eyes slightly, smiling at him through half-shut eyes. She reached over and wrapped her arms around his neck. ”It doesn’t feel right, you waking up without your cock in my mouth.”. Effie leaned forward, pulling him towards her as she pressed her lips to his, careful not to put as much pent up energy behind as she had inside her. She pulled away, smiling up at him for a second before stretching again. On the bright side, she might be able to finish her yoga this morning without him ripping her pants off. Though that wasn’t really a complaint of hers…
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Post by smith on Aug 1, 2020 5:48:24 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@tucker's Penthouse
Sleeping in clothing had been a huge change for Tucker. The demon had slept naked pretty much every night of his life. But he agreed to cover himself so that he and Effie could keep their hands off of each other. His own underwear was very tight on him since he liked to show off, so wearing those to bed would have been both uncomfortable and also wouldn’t have hid much from Effie’s eyes. Since he didn’t have anything to wear to bed, the little witch took that as a sign that a shopping trip was in order.
Instead of just ordering something online or sending a worker out to shop for him, she took it as a personal mission to get him to the store himself. So the two entered into one of Tucker’s luxury cars and headed to the store. The demon hadn’t been in public for a few months now, and hadn’t been to a retail store in longer than he could remember so he just let Effie guide him through the store. Shopping was one of the most boring things on the planet, Tucker admired quality clothing from the best designers, but for something he wouldn’t wear as often as pajama pants he let Effie pick them out. She dragged him around the store checking different brands and colors, Tucker was noticed a few times by various women he’d met in the club, when everynight is a party and you’re as amazing as he was, people tended to not forget him, even if he forgot most of them.
Once Effie found a pair she thought would look good for him, she picked it out and placed it in his hands. Tucker thought this was the end of the trip, but then Effie turned and started shopping for herself. Finding bundles of things that she liked, piling them atop in his arms. Knowing he had about a limitless amount of money, Effie seemed to enjoy herself. The demon thought about teasing her about how she was going to pay for it, but instead he let her have her fun. He still refused to wear a shirt to bed though.
Tucker’s mind snapped back to reality when he heard Effie wake up. She woke up and instantly the she thought about sex. The rest of the morning was going to be extremely hard to get through. As she kissed him, he instantly grew a tent in his new pajama pants. The touch combined with the being used to getting off the first thing in the morning had him easily excited. But they’d both have to just ignore it.
“It doesn’t! We’ve gotten so spoiled twenty four hours apart from each other's genitals seems like tourture.” He’d grin hard at her. He got up and walked out the door to the kitchen, trying to awkwardly walk in his pants. He’d call out to her. “What would you like for breakfast? We have about an hour or so to kill.”
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kat
Member
She / Her
MST
kitkatacrobat#9523
probably laughing at myself so you can too
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Post by kat on Aug 1, 2020 6:21:28 GMT
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| “An hour?” she groaned, sinking her face into his chest under the covers. “We could do so much with an hour…”
She let the thought drift away along with her words, sighing as she pulled herself away from him and out of the bed slowly. She yawned, arching her back as she stretched her arms out, and continued arching down until she was upside down in the bridge pose. There was a certain amount of flexibility that she knew she had to maintain in order to be good at her job; now, more than ever, it was critical for her to always be limber. “I’ll cook us something,” Effie insisted with a strained breath as she focused on stretching her spine before she kicked her feet over her head and pushed herself back to standing. “You haven’t let me cook for you yet, and I’m beginning to think it’s because you’re afraid of the results.” She flashed him a smile, grabbing her silk robe off the end of the bed - one of her many new purchases - and slipping it on.
“Hopefully Anya keeps the kitchen stocked with more than just cereal,” she muttered, mainly to herself as she referenced the maid that took care of literally everything in the penthouse. She’d been given the morning off at Tucker’s request; she wasn’t necessarily a key component to an ancient sex ritual they needed to perform, so it was probably for the best.
Effie practically danced down the stairs to the living room as she did everyday, taking in the view of the city in the two-story windows. She smiled at the sun glistening off the towers and breathed in the new day’s energy with a deep inhale as she started towards the kitchen. The familiar smell of last night’s smoking session still hung in the air, greeting her in a pleasant wave. She hummed to herself as she started going through the fridge and pantry, pulling out what she could find that she could make a meal out of. For someone as old as himself, she was surprised at his limited palate, but didn’t let her doubt that he could hate whatever she made stop herself. |
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Post by smith on Aug 6, 2020 5:53:52 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@tucker's Penthouse
“Usually yes, but I fear this will feel like the longest hour of our lives.” He grinned as her face connected with his skin. Time usually felt slow for Tucker, that’s why he slept so much and got high to pass the hours. But ever since he met Effie time started to feel normal again, when he was around her he didn’t hate the empty moments. He enjoyed just being in her presence knowing any moment could lead to a fun conversation or spontaneous sex.
Tucker’s eyes fixated on her as she started to stretch out. Normally the site of her naked body bending into odd positions would kickstart their sexual adventures for the day, but this time Effie was clothed and she just looked so normal. A good normal though, a normal that he felt like he could deal with for the rest of his life.
After Effie finished her yoga stretching she started to get him to expand his food choices yet again, even though he had refused every other attempt. “I do not fear your cooking, I just see no reason for you to expend any effort cooking while I am perfectly happy eating cereal for the rest of my life. But since it is a special occasion I’m willing to try whatever you want.” Tucker would grin at her knowing his concession would make her happy.
“Not entirely sure to be honest, but if you don’t find what you’re looking for I guarantee we have it downstairs if you want to call the club kitchen.” He’d say as she walked down the stairs. Just then the thought occurred to Tucker that this was the last day he’d be painless by normal methods for the rest of eternity, so he promptly walked over to the railing to overlook the living room. Instead of walking down the stairs like a normal person, the demon hopped off the top of the railing, quickly falling the distance onto the couch. As he landed his face would immediately look for Effie’s reaction while smiling. “Couldn’t resist, last time I get to be reckless. I’d throw myself off the building but I think it would kill the mood. Though if you have something to take out on me now is the time.” He’d tease her trying to keep the vibe of the room light as she turned back to the fridge.
The demon stared up at the ceiling wondering to himself how his life would change after today. He didn’t figure there would be many side effects aside from his conversation he had with Effie when going over the details, but with magic there was always unintended effects. But there was no reason to think about them now. This would be the first new experience Tucker had in a while and there was no way he was going to let it slip past him, even if it was forever.
Still looking above him and not at Effie, he’d ask. “So what’s for breakfast?”
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