Disenchanting Valentine’s: Elis (Patreon)

The shadows in the room thicken and part, opening like a doorway for Araselis to step through. They look grand as ever; black robes drape over their limbs, flowing as they enter the room. The low light catches on their golden jewelry, drawing your attention to the sprawling tattoos that cover their shoulders and trail up their neck.

“What exactly are you doing?” They tilt their head to the side, face pinched in confusion.

“Making a diagram for alchemy,” You glance pointedly at your notes and textbook on the kitchen table, “Why?”

“You didn’t ask for me today,” Their lips twitch down into a displeased frown, “I was under the impression this holiday is quite important to mortals.”

Your furrow your brows, “Valentine’s Day? How do you even know about that?”

“You’re aware that I’m well read,” They say dryly, “And if I overestimated its importance to mortals, or perhaps to just you, I’ll happily take my leave.”

You see the hurt twinge in their gaze, recognize the defensive crossing of their arms. They want you to want them to stay. A foolish thing for them worry about, seeing as you always want Elis with you.

“You didn’t, I…I’d like it if you stayed.” You say quickly, watching them closely and allowing satisfaction to coil deep in your heart when their body language softens.

“Oh,” They glance away, “I guess, in that case, staying wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

You bite back a smile. They’re ridiculous, but you just love them all the more for it.

“I didn’t think Valentine’s Day would be the kind of thing you’d remember,” You gently probe, stacking your papers and shoving your textbook off to the side.

“My memory is endless,” Elis huffs slightly, wandering into the living room, “I don’t, however, know the specifics. What is it you mortals do on this day?”

“Spend time with our partners, usually.” You explain, “We can do whatever, though. There’s no guidelines or anything. We can just watch a movie or something…maybe cuddle during it.”

They smirk as you follow them to the couch, both of you standing in front of it, “Cuddling?”

You shrug, feeling the heat rise to your face, “Your wings are soft.”

Drawing closer, you reach out and card your fingers through the silken, red feathers. Against their will, a shiver runs through Elis, their eyes locked on yours like a hunter cornering prey.

Elis’s eyes fall to your lips before jerking then back up to meet your gaze once again, “And this is what you mortals like to do on your foolish little holiday?”

“Yes,” You tilt your head, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Their smirk is telling as they pull you forward by the back of your neck, the ensuing kiss enough to punch the air from your lungs. They keep dragging you closer, their fangs resting sharp against your soft lips. Not enough to tear, careful not to puncture, but the feel of those deadly canines makes your abdomen flutter.

“You want this, then?” Elis looks down at you with mild curiosity, those fathomless red eyes intense.

Sucking in a shuddering gasp, you nod quickly as their hand slides down your waist to rest at your hip.

“I want to hear you say it." Their voice, smooth as silk, wraps around your heart and squeezes it into submission.

You reach a shockingly steady hand out, running gentle fingertips over the scars that climb viciously up their cheek, “I want you.”

They twitch slightly and you think briefly that they might pull away. Then a snarl curls on their mouth and they crash their lips into yours once more, fierce and demanding. They grab at you, as if you’d disappear if their hands left you for even a second, and you stroke your hands through that soft hair before finally resting to grip their shoulders.

“You ruin me,” They growl as you pull away to suck in a trembling breath.

“I love you,” You counter, watching the way they shatter.

You reach down, tugging at the tie of their robes. When you glance up for permission, those devastated eyes meet yours and they give you an unreserved nod.

Their black robes fall to the floor, pooling around their feet in a sea of reflective darkness. You can finally see the sparse auburn hair that trails down their abdomen, leading to a hardened length and even more tattoos that curl around their bare hips. They sit on the couch, legs spread, and look at you with those pupil-less scarlet eyes. They aren’t ruined any longer from your words; they’re hungry.

“Take what you want, dear destiny.” They breathe out, holding a hand toward you without hesitation.

They know you’ll take it, and you do. They draw you in closer until they can wrap large hands around your hips, guiding you to settle in their lap.

“You say you want me?” They hiss in your ear, sharpened incisors grazing along your jaw before resting at your pulse point, “Then you have me. Unequivocally.”

Your heart kicks violently in your chest, and you know they can feel it. They press a dangerous smile into your skin as they roll their hips up, letting you feel every inch pressed against your thigh. You suck in a sharp breath, wiggling out of your clothes while trying to keep as much contact with Elis as possible. They don’t help; they simply lean back and watch you, their gaze trailing over each inch of skin as it’s revealed.

When you’re equally naked, you settle back into their lap. Their fingers trail over your entrance, a cool slick substance covering them that makes you shiver as they push inside you. You fall against their chest but they hold you fast, anchoring you to them until they decide they’ve opened you up well enough. With a sigh that’s bordering on a whine, you take their length in hand, savoring the hiss they make at the contact. You guide them inside you, slowly lowering yourself as pleasure ricochets down your spine.

“Easy, dear heart.” They mummer, both arms wrapping around your waist to slow you, “Careful. Don’t hurt yourself, just feel it.”

And you do. You feel it, all of it, all of them. You fall apart in their arms and they follow soon after, crying out in a way you’ve never heard before. You hold their face reverently between your palms and kiss each scar, kindly ignoring the wetness that flushes their unnatural eyes.

“I love you as well,” They mutter into your shoulder as if it’s some great secret they fear revealing.

“I know,” You say, resting your cheek against the crown of their head.

You let them hold you in place like that so long that you lose track of time. It doesn’t matter; you’re both content in the afterglow, holding each other as if you’ve never been broken.