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This is for the people who were kind and wanted to know what happens next. It’s been in the drafts section for months. It’s not good writing, but it’s what happened next. If you have opinions, insights, etc., about how to get this back to porn (or just good), please comment. Thanks for the nice comments.
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The limo pulls up to the darkened building. Our group steps out onto the sidewalk. Out of the architectural shadows, a pair of glowing eyes precedes a distinct gait and Michael sprints.
“You’re here!”
“Yes, my boy.”
They embrace as if to melt the winter wonderland. Michael pulls back to examine his soulmate, who is different this time. He’s more real, yet less human at the same time. It’s uncanny.
“You… seem different,” he ventures, voice no less warm.
“You notice. It’s that I’m a little more here. This time… I left more at home. I bilocate, so I’m never all the way here. This time, though, I brought more of me. That’s why I took some time to get back to you. I had to make arrangements for my ‘real’ body, which is hibernating for a long stay in your world.”
Michael does a happy skip in place. “You must be freezing! Let’s get you inside!”
The demon is unclothed in winter and his thin wings are flattened tight to his back. His bronze-like skin shows goosebumps, though he doesn’t shiver. “I think I arrived a little early,” he says with a smile. “I’ve missed you, my darling.”
“C’mon! Let’s go in!” Michael calls to the others and leads Leitayin by the “paw” down the long snowy alley to one side of IDEAL.
Freddy glances at his pale brother in the moonlight. “So, that’s a real demon from another world.”
“You don’t say?” Bastiaan whispers dryly. “He seems nice.”
The building extends back from the street much deeper than one might think from visiting as a casual customer. Michael stops at a spiked gate and fumbles with his keys, more from excitement than cold fingers. The group enters a surprising back garden. The forms of quaint benches and a birdbath sparkle under their blanket of snow. At the back security door, Michael pauses.
“Oh, shit!”
“Ha, ha. You can’t think straight!” Evie laughs. “Allow me before you lock us out permanently.” Evie types in the entry code and the door clicks unlocked. “Welcome, everyone!” she calls over her shoulder. They follow her into the red-lit back hallway of the Institute.
Jenni holds Mark’s hand and he squeezes back. This feels like an adventure and the demon and his skeleton boy are an irresistible romance. Baby Lu, held on her chest, feels it, too, and grooves like he’s hearing a tune he likes.
The ancient elevator contrasts the high-tech security door. Mark hesitates to get in with the whole group. “Uh, that really a good idea? If the power goes out and nobody’s here for days we’d all be trapped.”
“Not all of us. You forget how I travel, Mark,” Leitayin says.
“Oh, right. Well, why were you waitin’ outside in the cold?” he asks.
“I thought it would be rude to invite myself in,” the demon says with a sniff.
Jenni stifles her laughter; he never had a problem with inviting himself into her brain before. It seems he’s trying to learn human boundaries and it’s sweet. “Here,” she says, “want to hold Lucien?”
He truly does and cuddles the warm, sweet-smelling baby close. Lu smiles as he only does with his godfather. “Look at your nice tooth!” Leitayin coos.
“Well, look at that,” Mark says. His son’s first tooth is peeking out.
The elevator opens onto the fourth and top floor of the Institute. It’s nice and warm and looks like the hallway of a university department. Someone else must have thought so, too, because at the end of the corridor is a door marked “Faculty Lounge” in unassuming lettering. The door is unlatched.
“I think they’re already here,” Jasper says to Evie.
“Oh, good! I don’t have to run up and down.”
The Fairbairns look at each other. Freddy shrinks a little from his great height, not wanting some “surprise” fuss over his birthday.
“It’s just a few friends, sweet boy,” Mark says with a gentle smile up at him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Leitayin izmir escort hands the baby back to Jenni and takes a deep breath, too. “Are you sure?” he asks Michael.
“Are you kidding?! I’m completely sure… about everything.” His eyes travel down to his partner’s midsection, which is slightly thicker than before. He won’t look pregnant like a woman because he’s not shaped like that, but he’s heavier in an attractive, daddyish way. Michael fingers the fade from smooth skin to fur at his waistline. “Our baby?” he asks, still unable to believe.
“He’s growing nicely.”
“Oh my god.”
“Shall we?” Leitayin asks and offers his arm to follow the others into the party.
They all go through the heavy wooden door.
“Oh, wow! This is really nice!” Jenni exclaims.
“Yeah, it’s new, and the powers that be are keeping it like a speakeasy – so don’t spread it around,” Evie says.
“I won’t!”
The “powers that be” have turned an old ballroom into a swanky club. To the left of the door is an L-shaped bar. Along the right-hand wall are smart configurations of furniture to accommodate social times, debauchery, and voyeurism; the other side of the room is well-equipped in the way one might expect for such an institution. Before Jenni can take all that in, though, she notices the domed glass ceiling. Though covered in snow at the moment, it was surely designed to defy God or maybe invite his gaze to observe the unashamed.
Their mystery friends enter, laughing, through a side door. One carries a birthday cake.
“Hi, Freek!” one calls using his given name (that rhymes with cake.) “Happy Birthday!”
Jenni smirks. One of the women is already licking imaginary frosting off her porn star husband, but nobody’s noticed the demon standing behind them just yet.
“Oh, thank you, Vincent! Lizbeth! I almost didn’t recognize you. Come here, you!” he laughs.
Jenni almost didn’t recognize Freddy’s part-time girlfriend either. She’s dressed for the occasion in the style of a Hollywood depiction of a woman at a BDSM club from the 1990s: Above-the-knee high-heeled boots, short black party dress, choker, bobbed hair, and overwrought dark eye makeup. She still looks gorgeous and adds something no one present actually brings to the setting. Jenni catches two pairs of fraternal green eyes glance at each other. The summery bubblegum scent belies the new aesthetic as he embraces her.
Freddy and Evie make the introductions as Vincent sets the cake on the bar. Like Evie and Michael, he’s on the faculty, specializing in shibari, though his workshops are well beyond the skill or patience of most clients. His lectures on erotic art are well-attended and bring in new blood to the Institute. In his forties, Vincent has a buttoned-up, professorial style that suggests the nearly repressed self-control of a certain breed of Dom, but when the stars align he’s as depraved as any of them.
Beside him is their colleague, Pike, gaunt under an impressively festive Christmas sweater. He’s an instructor, too, but does not consider himself a Dom. He calls himself a “purveyor of pain.” He’s a hardcore masochist who helps others get to the places he himself likes to go with relative safety. When Evie mentioned a while back she had friends in the freak show scene, she was likely thinking of Pike, who does things to his genitals that would make the toughest dudes cross their legs at the idea. He’s more of a performance artist than an instructor but is an integral part of their community. One look into his deep-set round eyes reveals a kindness and an abnormality that wouldn’t thrive without an IDEAL.
Of course, it would be Pike to notice Leitayin hanging back behind the others.
“Who on earth is that?” he asks in awe.
Evie steps forward to take his thin arm in her hands. “He’s a demon, baby. He’s part of the family now, so make him feel welcome, okay, hon? Michael, bring your little friend over here!” she laughs.
Michael takes a deep breath and leads Leitayin forward into the loose circle. “Hi, guys. Um, this is my – what do we call it?” he defers to his lover, who shrugs.
“I’m Leitayin,” he says, adana escort pronouncing it carefully so they catch it the first time. His long tail snakes forward in salutation. “I’ve recently emigrated because this beautiful boy stole my heart.”
Jenni’s stomach flip-flops vicariously at the blush tinging her friend’s white ink, like sunrise clouds. She wants everyone she loves to feel how Mark has made her feel, such a hopeless romantic has she become.
“Yeah,” Michael adds, “I found… I fell in love.”
Pike steps forward as if entranced. He reaches out to touch Leitayin’s chest with his eyes brimming with tears. It makes sense to those who know him that he’d be overcome with philocaly at the presence of a magnificent being from another world. Leitayin holds tolerantly still.
“Hey, that’s my boyfriend,” Michael says kindly.
Pike exhales a cathartic laugh/sob. “This is just so wonderful!”
Everyone laughs. Well, Lizbeth is trembling. Freddy pulls her close under his arm. “Shh, he’s our friend. You’ll get used to him. What would you tell Clarice about a kid who looks different?”
That gets through to her and she composes herself. She does shoot Jenni an accusing look as if she were the one who lured her into some kind of dark world. Jenni smiles back.
Vincent just shakes his head before turning away to light the birthday candles. They sing to Freddy/Freek, who withstands it, much like Leitayin tolerating exploratory touches.
Just as you’d expect in a fetish club, the guests stand around the bar with little plates of birthday cake. Mark feeds Jenni because her hands are full of their baby. The last unintroduced guest walks up to them.
“Hi, it’s just such an honor to meet you! I’m so thrilled! You’re so amazing in person!”
“Hardly the most amazing people here.”
The girl takes her meaning, glances at Leitayin, but can’t register him yet. He’s brand new but she’s studied them. She’s a fan.
“Um, I’m Mark and this is my wife, Jenni. Guess ya knew that,” he says, just to be polite.
“Yes, I do. I’m Aura. I do the purchasing and advertising for the retail part of IDEAL.”
“Sounds like a cool job,” Mark says.
Aura doesn’t seem to hear. “This is your little baby? Aw! I saw you pregnant, but never saw this little one!”
“Well, we keep him away from the cameras. This is Lucien, but we mostly call him Lu.”
“Aw! He is so beautiful!” Inscrutable Lu does get curious about the girl’s naturally yellow hair.
Evie walks up. “Hey, Lil Mama. I’m glad you met Aura — she’s a sweetheart. Want to see what I did?”
Evie’s quite the artist, so the answer is always yes.
Evie leads her around the bar to see that she’s brought the playpen from her house and a few toys. It’s not a commercial, alcohol slinging bar that would be sticky and stinky, just makes a barrier to things he shouldn’t see. The mood lighting assures he’s not alone in the dark and he’s got his Gloworm and lamb.
“Want to put him to bed here?” she asks.
“Sure, I’ll just sing him a song.”
She lays her baby down and sings from the mask of her face. It’s a nasal and creepy sound that puts the baby to sleep and draws the others to peer over the edge of the bar. Even Leitayin and his partner are drawn. “What language is that?” Michael whispers.
“It’s Baltic of some kind. She was a refugee?”
“I never knew that.”
“I should have. I’ve wandered through her mind. Guess I was looking for other things. Then again, everyone has a locked box I can’t touch, even you.”
“That’s the Marines stuff in there.”
Leitayin puts his strong arms around him. “My brave soldier.”
“Nah, I never felt brave. I was scared the whole time, I just did what I needed to do.”
“That’s what ‘brave’ means.”
Lu puts up his fists to sleep and she kisses them. The group knows enough to disperse before she catches them peering down on her. Jenni emerges.
“Mother of the year,” she quips to Aura.
“You’re good at that.”
Something else is going on. Mark is blushing. He shrugs, helplessly.
It’s not a glare, but Jenni fixes her eyes on adıyaman escort this “Aura” person. Her lips are puffy and white with brown flecks like the belly of a frog. She wears sensibly warm boots with knitted stockings under a vintage dress. Her eyes are like ice water even as they beg for an invitation. She could be an extra from an Icelandic music video.
Mark stops this. “She just asked. No harm in askin’ right?”
“How do you feel about it, Daddy?”
“Only if it’s fun for you, baby girl.”
Aura is very pretty. “What did she ask for?”
“Um… to help you serve me.”
“Same rules?”
“Of course!”
The three move to a shiny leather couch. “Enjoy him with me, but if you try to take him, I will rip you into pieces.”
Aura gets it and laughs her understanding.
“No. I will tear you apart. Now, shall we blow him together?”
Jenni’s smile is sincerely sweet despite her fierce words.
“She’s a nice girl… not a weak girl,” Mark chuckles. “Feel honored she let you, not that I did- I’m just a regular guy.”
On their knees, the girls crack up. Jenni unzips him to expose her “regular guy.”
“Oh!”
Mark had a lovely bead of precum ready to taste. “Go on, have it,” Jenni says deviously.
The girl puts those strange, pale lips on her man and his wife likes the vicarious enjoyment.
“That’s really nice!” Aura whispers. “He’s so sweet!”
“Uh-huh. Keep going.” Jenni knows what she’ll try and that she’ll choke. This is what she’s learned sharing him with Freddy. Mark can’t get a decent blowjob from one person. Does she like sharing him with another girl? Not as much as with his husband, but he’s still a man and two girl subs must turn him on… and if that does, it turns her on to be part of it.
She goes down lower. She delves in to caress his balls and they are full. Only hours ago the Goddess herself drained them. She keeps him full and Jenni wonders if the herb he takes is really to calm his nerves or to produce more semen, a side effect. The same pill he takes for adrenal health also is used for male fertility. Maybe it’s just Inanna who manipulated his body and mind.
Aura is in love with her oral attentions, moaning and pulling at that nice vintage dress. Mark’s wife licks up and down and talks to him with that mental bond their doctor gave them. He sends her jolts of love while the new sub gives him jolts of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Michael and his love couldn’t wait and take a couch close by as if to ride the current. Leitayin sees that look in his eyes and tucks his wings tight before Michael pushes him onto his back. They move like kids whose parents will be home soon.
“You were gone too long!”
“Sorry, beautiful. I had to take care of some things so I won’t have to leave again.”
Michael chuckles. “Demon business?”
Leitayin laughs at that. “Uh-huh. I had to see the doctor. There is a long wait in my world because we don’t usually get sick, so we have few doctors. Want to see the picture?”
“What? Where?…”
Leitayin places his hand on his lover’s head and Michael can see the image. “He looks like you!”
“No, he looks like you, boy.” Their baby has small wings and a long tail, more than vestigial, and a sweet human face. “That’s your nose.”
Michael cries out, both at the sensation of his brain being touched and at what he now knows. “Every night, I’ve wanted…”
“Here I am. I’ve wanted, too. Here.” Leitayin throws his legs open and the scent of pregnancy fills the air. He’s dripping wet and his boy lunges in to enjoy his new life.
Back at the bar, the others polish off the cake and chat easily. All except for Bas and Lizbeth. He pretends he doesn’t know her. He’s a player.
“I think we met at the wedding… I have a cat named after you?”
“Oh, sure. You look a little different tonight. How is little Bastiaan?”
“He pees on everything. He ruined all my shoes. I had to buy new ones to come out tonight.”
“Oh, he does take after me. Let’s see these new ones.”
Lizbeth swings a long leg over the corner of the bar so he can examine her slutty high heel.
“Very nice. We’ll buy you some sneakers tomorrow.”
“Why?” she asks, looking offended.
“Because you work out and my namesake pissed on all your shoes. Want to check out the equipment?”
She happily takes his hand and they walk to darker corners.
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