Anathema & Rashomon (NSFW Short Story) 🔞 (Patreon)

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Thank you so much for your continued patience as I work through my COVID-related personal biz ❤️ Here's the first short story for this month about the Succubus you all voted on in the short story poll 😁🙌🏻 LMK what you think in the comments!

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“Drak! Drak I’m cumming!!” Siren cried out.

Gripping Drak’s arms tight, Siren’s orgasm sent her mind, body, and spirit over the edge. In rhythm with her boyfriend’s thrusts, she began spasming uncontrollably with bursts of pleasure. 

“Ahh! Fuck!” She moaned.

As a Succubus, Siren’s body could typically handle a lot of sexual energy. But this was the best sex she’d had in a very long time. It was overwhelming her senses. 

With a series of moans, Siren threw her head back and continued to cum, riding Drak’s cock until her entire body went numb. She let go as the feeling consumed her.

“Right behind you, babe.” Drak grunted and gripped the bed sheets with all four of his arms.

As a Pit Fiend, Drak’s large build towered over her, but he was always thoughtful of their size difference and took measures to keep the sex between them relatively gentle. Drak’s muscles flexed and tightened as Siren felt his cock pulse inside her. The feeling of that connection–that intimacy–flooded Siren’s body like a bolt of lightning. Her soul came alive as she absorbed every last drop.

Drak’s controlled thrusts eventually petered out and he slumped in exhaustion.

Siren grinned happily up at her wall-mounted Trans Pride flag and how it intertwined perfectly with Drak’s Pan Pride flag. They both locked eyes in a tender embrace.

“Happy Pride.” They both said to each other at the same time.

Even with the AC on full blast, the windows of their small, two-bedroom apartment completely fogged up from the heat of their love-making. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the light of Hell’s eternal, fiery glow while heavy, ragged breathing escaped their lips. As their minds slowly returned from the realm of sexual euphoria, they locked eyes and both burst out laughing.

“Unholy. Fuck.” Siren blurted between gasps. 

“I second that.” Drak chimed in sarcastically. Furrowing his brow, he gingerly pulled out of Siren and removed the condom. 

They both laid on their bed in exasperation for a moment, taking in everything that just transpired.

Siren raised a hand to her brow and exhaled in satisfaction, “Drak, I fucking love you.”

A huge, fangy grin spread across the Pit Fiend’s burly face. He leaned in and kissed her.

“Love you too.” Drak replied.

Siren sat up and grabbed his cheeks so their eyes locked. 

“No, like, fuck. I literally feed on sex and that was the best I’ve had.” Her eyes rolled back into her head as she flopped back onto the bed.

“Honestly, you’re always the best I’ve ever had.” Drak threw his lumbering body down on the bed next to her.

“Like...I legit can’t feel my legs.” He chuckled matter of factly.

Drak held Siren's hand in one of his and closed his eyes. She snuggled up into him and caressed the bare skin of his chest.

“I’m the luckiest Pit Fiend this side of the River Styx.” Drak whispered dreamily as he caressed her curves with all four of his arms. 

Siren kissed him passionately, and he felt her sincerity through their interlocked lips. Her chest glowed a deep violet and Drak’s responded by glowing teal. It was the demonic sign of a soulmate’s bond. Drak nuzzled Siren’s neck affectionately as the sweat dried on their skin. No words were exchanged during that time. The loving silence between them said enough.

As Hell’s midnight flame began to rise outside their window, Siren rolled out of bed.

“Wanna see something cool?” She asked Drak with excitement.

Drak wagged his eyebrows seductively, “You on top of me again? Absolutely.”

Siren shoved him and laughed, “No, this is work stuff. My research from the past month.”

“You find something new?” Drak asked, eyeing her intently.

“Oh just wait.” Siren replied excitedly, jumping out of bed to fetch her research notes.

She quickly returned wearing one of Drak’s oversized graphic tees with four arm-holes. In her hands was a very old book and a manila folder stuffed with stacks of loose papers. She climbed on top of Drak, straddled him, and spread her papers out on the large surface area of his stomach.

“So remember how I was translating those ancient infernal tablets for the PIAH (Pandemonium Institute of Archaeology and History) last month?” Siren said plainly. “You know, the obsidian ones they dug up in the lower circles?”

“Yeah.” Drak replied with a chuckle and scratched the stubble on his chin. “I remember having to drag your ass to bed because you wouldn’t put your laptop down.”

Siren rolled her eyes and pinched one of Drak’s exposed nipples. She knew he was teasing.

“Anyway, I finished my translation.” 

Siren opened the old book and flashed a series of photographs of the tablets. Engraved in the stone was a series of stacked glyphs written in an ancient language.

“The tablet tells the story of Anathema and Rashomon–the first demons to form a Soulbond. It's older than the original scrolls in the archive!”

She proudly showed Drak the translation report containing all her hard work and labor for the past month. The large stack of papers was barely held together by a paperclip.

Drak tentatively stared at the front page and scratched his chin, “So...this is what you do for work?”

Siren narrowed her eyes and playfully bopped her boyfriend’s forehead with the report, “Yes, you ass.”

"Kidding, I already knew that." Drak chuckled and hugged her tight, "Wanna read it to me?”

Siren pursed her lips and considered his request.

“Fine, but only because I love you.” She replied with sarcasm.

Sitting up straight, Siren cleared her throat ceremoniously and began to read.

“Ahem.”

“After the birth of the stars and the planets

And after the Eternal Flame was lit,

Apocrypha saw fit to create

And fill the halls of Her home with life.

She molded two beings in Her mirth

And gave them name.

Anathema, of the flame

And Rashomon, of the earth.

As they grew in life, they also grew in love

And from their union, they became inseparable

And Apocrypha looked upon Her creation

And was happy.

In Her joy, the Goddess bestowed the lovers a gift.

From the Eternal Flame, She fastened a string

And tied a knot on each of their fingers.

Then, the Goddess wove the strings together.

In Her divine power, the Goddess tied the final knot

And so their souls were joined forever.

Anathema looked upon Rashomon

And the flame in their hearts shone.

Then the Goddess spoke

And the Halls of Hell sung Her praises.

‘Now you are bound until the end of time.

Never shall you part, nor shall you falter.

Like the light of the Eternal Flame,

Your love will burn forever.’”

Siren’s chest glowed as she finished the ancient poem. She looked down into Drak’s eyes full of love.

“You translated that?” Drak asked, looking up at her in admiration.

“Mhm.” Siren puffed out her chest in triumph. “I’m kinda a big deal.”

Drak pulled her down into a kiss.

“Your work is amazing, just like you.” He whispered happily. The low grumble of his voice was warm with affection.

Siren traced a heart on Drak’s chest where his Soulbond glow shone through the skin. Suddenly both of their stomachs rumbled.

They both locked eyes and burst out laughing again.

“Wanna order takeout?” Siren proposed casually.

“Mmmm I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Drak cooed as he started to drool.

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