Benji wasn't notably thrilled playing Chance's messenger, conjuring storms of obscenities that left passersby staring confused. Remarkably agitated and visibly frustrated, Benji seemed unfit to expel that heavy cloud of jealously hovering his person. This was absolute horseshit - or so the ex-boxer liked to believe, vainly attempting to cling to optimism and the ominous blue light toward the end of his tunnel. Praying to whatever supremacy he disturbed did it get his employer's tight sex around his cock despite being the source to his predicament. A champion this side of the galaxy one day turned hired paranoid schizophrenic the next. A tragedy in the works, scrambling his sights to the furthest corners of his sockets for anything, or, anyone deemed abnormal. "You're the fucking champ.... You ARE the fucking champ," he chanted, placing emphasis and other inflections to soothe his crumbling psyche. Because no matter the countless attempts he analyzed his dilemma to the narrowest detail, Chance's plated morsel could not make sense regarding their agreement and her end of the bargain.
Who in their right temperament offered close to a million credits and a week of the most unbelievable, euphoric sexual intercourse, and in return, wanted a measly letter delivered? A lonely housewife? A hired gun? A vengeful spirit? Benji, in his famed days, was a suffering, pretentious asshole who hurt plenty of people, but the former professional believed he learned a thing or two about humility since the fall of his career. So who or what had been preying on his paranoia? A rabbit unaware of the wolf lying wait in the blades of the grass. How visible had the messenger's difficulty shaken him to the core? Once a man who confidently stepped into the ring with the strongest foes across the hub station now incapable of keeping his trembling hand steady.
"You're the FUCKING champ. You're THEE fucking champ..."
Reciting his chant had little to no effect on his diminishing confidence; a testament to the concealed firearm he kept strapped underneath his leather jacket. Benji swallowed hard, wiping the beading sweat accumulating on and around his forehead with his sleeve. The longer he reflected, the more unhinged he dangerously became, reaching a set of quivering digits within his jacket to retrieve the item in question. Chance hadn't given her mark enough reason not to suspect her, examining the content of her message the first opportunity he received. Only, he couldn't. Written in a language foreign to him, Benji tormented himself concerning his inattentiveness during Sunday school. Given his teachers taught this matter of importance at all, Benji did not remember. Raveled and desperate, poor Benji sought a promise, a hope, a wish, a prospect shining it's divine light to rid the malevolent distortions his mind played.
"I... am the fucking champ. I'm the fucking CHAMP."
"You waiting on someone?"
A heart skip. Subconsciously, within that brief lapse of reciting a therapeutic chant, Benji had closed his eyes and crumbled Chance's message. Lifting his lids from their shut state, the messenger started feet first before his gaze traveled upward upon the towering figure, tattooed up to the throat, that stood before him. In a sweeping motion of realization, it became a no-brainer why Chance called him Daddy.
"E... Eneru Killian?"
Eneru, by nature, was a curious spirit. Adventuring the far reaches of Mother Gaia for undiscovered places to see and new sights to behold. So when the convenience emerged to travel among the stars to lands unimaginable, the man gathered the little things he owned and took the first shuttle out with optimistic enthusiasm. Although, the further he strayed from Gaia, reflection crept to the forefront of his mind upon learning the presence of a particular individual he could still call his beloved. A buxom blonde with, in her words, "long legs, an ass to write anthems over, and the best set of tits anyone would likely see." The very same who Eneru had the privilege of penetrating over countless days and restless nights. Eneru couldn't recall a singular moment he releases as blissfully as he does in Chance. Envision that crafty smirk the mauve-topped male curled upon learning he'd be with her soon enough and the likeliness he'd be between supple thighs once more. His patience, naturally unlimited, grew thin and the Incubus distracted himself with what he could to suppress the immoral fantasies that plagued his given nature. One could imagine his excitement earlier when learning him and the newest arrivals aboard the craft would be docking soon. Hastily buckling into his seat, the final remaining minutes were seconds in the mind of Chance's beau, toying with scenarios he'd probably find himself in.
After docking smoothly into the spaceport, the hulk-size of man stood upright, smoothed out his black peacoat, and grabbed a sizeable gym bag he strapped around his neck and shoulder. Little had changed about him in last two-hundred and fifty or so years with the exception of a few noticeable differences. Most strikingly was the tattoo piece inked onto his throat and imaginably down his torso and arms and the light tan he unassumingly received during his time on a much warmer Gaia. It mattered not, confident his pale complexion would return naturally given the lack of sunlight in the hub metropolis. Lastly, a few more secrets he discreetly carried for inappropriate reasons. What those secrets entailed would be revealed later at more private setting that involved tangled linens and immoral noises. With that said, Eneru was more-or-less the same; recalling how far along it's been since his introduction to Miss Arden. Discussions saved for later at the hiss of the spacecraft's rear door opening.
And without warning... it struck him.
Observing the awaiting crowd, Eneru scanned foreign faces for the source of it. A smell undoubtedly belonging to his busty blonde. Narrowing his glacial gaze on the person far removed within this picture perfect moment, the Incubus marched without hesitation in his step. Reaching him, Chance's suitor paused momentarily to look over the man in question visibly rattled and fumbling over something in hand. His brow arched while tilting his head in question to what had the man so shaken? Curious and eager to learn, Eneru made himself known despite the primal instinct to amputate Chance's messenger limb by limb.
"You waiting on someone?"
Eneru's question appeared to have snapped the messenger out of whatever trance he was in, inquiring if the Incubus was in fact Eneru Killian. Benji's answer came in a nodding gesture, fixed on his silence and the crumbled paper he finally delivered at the request of Chance. Looking over the genuine request, the mauve-topped recipient fixed his eerie blues on the former boxer broken beyond repair had no one told him what was written. Flipping the letter for the stranger, he asked, "Do you know what this says?" Offered a head shake resulted a faint chuckle escaping the newest foreigner, formulating answers to soothe Benji's paranoia. "It says she wants to cook for me and how much better she's gotten since the last time we had dinner."
Palming his features, Benji inhaled deeply to absorb every bit of stress and anxiety coursing through his veins and released a heavy sigh of relief. Hand on his heart, Benji projected a beaming smile and the teeth he lost during his time in the ring. "Thank the man upstairs for that, huh?" A laugh that dabbled between comfort and nervousness erupted from the messenger, jabbing Eneru's arm regrettably so in that fleeing instance he withdrew his arm. "Sorry," he apologized, doing his most to recover from the awkward gesture.
"Solid jab. You box?" The Incubus questioned, collecting the pieces to his riddle that sounded most logical. Holding a keen eye for detail, what Benji was obliviously unaware of was the information Eneru drafted to conclude Benji's circumstance and where Chance fitted in the pattern. Y'see, Chance's beau knew the sort of victims she marked for Loe's appetite and Benji checked off every box on the list.
"Yeah, well, used to. It kinda fell apart after losin' to a guy called Leo Oskatar. Been tryin' to find my way back to the top ever since."
Lowlife. No surprise there. Still, Eneru put out a surprised face upon learning the revelation. Falsely playing the nice guy, Chance's Daddy hummed an inaudible growl regarding his future plan of action. Two steps ahead and never one behind, he perked upright after deciding his next maneuver.
"You can tell me all about it. Can I bother you to escort me to where Chance is living though?" The question seemed genuine enough, however, listening to his sob story on how his life got twisted, turned upside-down would be the real bore.
"Y-Yeah, sure man... Got a debt to repay, y'know?" Benji agreed, turning his back to the man one moment before the nurtured response to glance back kicked in to see how Eneru answered.
The Incubus followed at his side, displaying a smile here and there whenever Benji stole a glance, seemingly at attention and focused on what Benji spewed. Solely the importance bits were absorbed, his mind distant and elsewhere as they traveled across a plane of smog and other technicolored haziness in what he assumed was the lower sector's red light district -- the type of place accustomed to Chance who undoubtedly felt more at home portraying herself an immaculate street urchin in her shorter than norm' skirt, high stilettos, and top that emphasized her abundant bosom. Meanwhile, Benji continued mouthing his fight with Leo, why he didn't pace himself against a younger fighter, how his career fell into shambles, and what steps he took to step back into the spotlight. Eneru felt Benji purposely held out on information regarding his connection with Chance, but that could be answered by the Fae herself later.
After an hour or two commute, the pair arrived at the high rise tower Chance resided comfortably in the richest penthouse credits could buy; the timing couldn't be nothing short than perfect as Eneru was idly running out of things to keep their conversation from becoming awkwardly silent. Benji's mission may have finished, however, his presence was greatly required for the schemes Eneru plotted. Currently standing in the tower's main lobby, Benji was ready to escape the clutches Eneru precisely prepared -- A wolf concealed in the blades of the grass, masking his presence as the kill grew closer with every soundless step. As much as Eneru wished to do Benji harm, he rather enjoy his team slowly stealing the life from him. "Thanks again for your services. I'll be sure to tell Chance the fine job you did today."
Benji, relishing in his accomplishment, gave an acknowledging nod of approval. Nearing the finish line, Chance's messenger seemed more than happy to finish her bargain and never look back. After all, Benji IS the fucking champ and he couldn't imagine the shitshow that would ensue if Eneru ever found out he fucked his broad for a week straight. "Just glad I held up my side of the bargain." Rotating on his heel, Benji readied himself to exit without a word. Although, Eneru's voice surprisingly sprung out, requesting the messenger stay for a drink. Snickering, the former boxer thought longer than normally with a plan to exploit Chance for more credits to keep his silence. If Benji's intuition proved to be correct then he could safely assume the couple were an item - adding a stain in their relationship the pair would have to fix themselves for the meltdown he had earlier that evening.
"I wouldn't want to impose, but if you're offering... how can I deny?"
Bait taken, Eneru nudged his unruly mauve mane toward the elevator they had to ride up to the penthouse. Once inside, and what appeared to be an eternity of silence, the Incubus sighed as to what had to be done: install the horror Benji learned earlier. Simply put, "I know you fucked Chance."
Benji had never felt his heart drop quicker than it did in that moment, imprisoned by foolish arrogance and narcissistic greed. Dread reared it's ugly head back, learning the predator he blindly believed he avoided severed any chance of escaping. His quiver returned, catching Eneru from the furthest corner of his gaze removing his bag. An opportunity arose to back himself against a wall and withdraw the pistol he wished he needn't use. Recalling what he admitted to Chance regarding his lacking intent to murder, his primal instinct to survive made the decision a lot easier. "B-Back up man! I swear, I didn't know!" Benji pleaded, unsteady and desperate to get out.
"Look! This shouldn't resort to violence! Let's let bygones be bygones!"
"Afraid I can't." Eneru, surprisingly calm and collected, massaged the cramp in his neck and stretched the muscles with several head swivels.
"WHY NOT?!" Benji demanded, finger on the trigger should Chance's suitor made a move.
"I made a contract too. That she'd be mine forever and those who viewed her the same as I would learn the terrors of my rage." The Incubus turned his gaze on the messenger, lifting his leg to step forward and teach Benji the dreams in his m--
Blinking, Eneru stared soundlessly at the smoke fuming from the barrel of the pistol down to the bullet casing rolling around their feet. Confusion settled in, calculating where Benji summoned his courage from and the orifice the bullet shot through. A set of digits arose to examine the damage done and smeared crimson against his fingertips. The Incubus's attention again turned to Benji displaying a mixture of emotions that ran from confusion to disbelief. But the question remained: weren't victims suppose to go down after landing a point blank shot? Eneru, still standing, shook his head disappointingly at the poor messenger before closing the mere inches that separated the two with a lead foot in.
Powerless, Benji squeezed out several additional shots seemingly ineffective in stopping the man's charge. In that fleeing second, Eneru's hand clenched Benji's features and blanketed his world in black.
"Oh God..."
Was his first thought upon waking from his unconsciousness. Bounded at his wrists and ankles, Benji swerved his head left then right then left again to evaluate his surroundings and the shapes that became no clearer despite his best attempts to concentrate. His head throbbed and pulsated with a swelling pain, sensing a substance beading down his temple and cheek from where the source of his pain originated. Deep breaths helped soothed his condition, shapes became sharper and bent into their natural silhouette. Perked at the sound of clicking heels, his muffled cries of assistance were silenced by a single silver strip of tape. No mattered how strongly he jerked to break free from his restraints, Benji gradually learned he was powerless in his hazed ailment. Minutes passed as he allowed himself to breathe, restoring his most advantageous sense: sight. After swallowing every bit of information, Benji concluded he was exactly where he needed to be for that promised drink: Chance's apartment. A door opened and Benji shifted to see who exited, predicting Chance tearfully mourning the lost of her beloved. Instead, Benji was treated to see Eneru alive and well, traveling across the hardwood floors with a towel draped over his mauve mane and his spaded appendage aimlessly fluttering behind him. What perplexed Benji however was the little to zero scarring his body adorned when he certainly fired several rounds into the Incubus.
Like the tail wasn't complex enough...
Eneru did not concern himself with Benji's condition, ignoring his muffled cries after fitting himself black spandex that placed emphasis on his rigid stature. Turning his back against his would be murderer hadn't he possess extraordinary healing factors, the Incubus carried himself into the kitchen his most beloved partner prepared the finishing touches on their dinner. Quietly did he traverse across the wooden planes, slipping his arms around Chance's hourglass figure as he left a kiss against her temple, dotting his trail down her neck and along her shoulder blade. "Smells amazing, dearest. But I have to ask," he paused, shifting his sights on her ample bottom he pressed himself again, "did your ass get bigger? You're fuller in places that get me hard just thinking about." Teasing was Eneru's strong suit, sliding a hand down to pull at the dress and knead his fingers into the supple flesh before offering a squeeze. Despite the centuries that passed the couple, Eneru was absurdly ill-advised to think Chance would learn to wear undergarments. Still, easy access shouldn't be frowned upon should he feel the need to ravish her sinful figure.
"Hopefully, the food shouldn't compare to what I most want to taste..."
Sliding an index along her entrance, her beau lifted the finger to lips to relish and savor the nectar only Chance could provide.
"Heavenly."
Who in their right temperament offered close to a million credits and a week of the most unbelievable, euphoric sexual intercourse, and in return, wanted a measly letter delivered? A lonely housewife? A hired gun? A vengeful spirit? Benji, in his famed days, was a suffering, pretentious asshole who hurt plenty of people, but the former professional believed he learned a thing or two about humility since the fall of his career. So who or what had been preying on his paranoia? A rabbit unaware of the wolf lying wait in the blades of the grass. How visible had the messenger's difficulty shaken him to the core? Once a man who confidently stepped into the ring with the strongest foes across the hub station now incapable of keeping his trembling hand steady.
"You're the FUCKING champ. You're THEE fucking champ..."
Reciting his chant had little to no effect on his diminishing confidence; a testament to the concealed firearm he kept strapped underneath his leather jacket. Benji swallowed hard, wiping the beading sweat accumulating on and around his forehead with his sleeve. The longer he reflected, the more unhinged he dangerously became, reaching a set of quivering digits within his jacket to retrieve the item in question. Chance hadn't given her mark enough reason not to suspect her, examining the content of her message the first opportunity he received. Only, he couldn't. Written in a language foreign to him, Benji tormented himself concerning his inattentiveness during Sunday school. Given his teachers taught this matter of importance at all, Benji did not remember. Raveled and desperate, poor Benji sought a promise, a hope, a wish, a prospect shining it's divine light to rid the malevolent distortions his mind played.
"I... am the fucking champ. I'm the fucking CHAMP."
"You waiting on someone?"
A heart skip. Subconsciously, within that brief lapse of reciting a therapeutic chant, Benji had closed his eyes and crumbled Chance's message. Lifting his lids from their shut state, the messenger started feet first before his gaze traveled upward upon the towering figure, tattooed up to the throat, that stood before him. In a sweeping motion of realization, it became a no-brainer why Chance called him Daddy.
"E... Eneru Killian?"
---
Eneru, by nature, was a curious spirit. Adventuring the far reaches of Mother Gaia for undiscovered places to see and new sights to behold. So when the convenience emerged to travel among the stars to lands unimaginable, the man gathered the little things he owned and took the first shuttle out with optimistic enthusiasm. Although, the further he strayed from Gaia, reflection crept to the forefront of his mind upon learning the presence of a particular individual he could still call his beloved. A buxom blonde with, in her words, "long legs, an ass to write anthems over, and the best set of tits anyone would likely see." The very same who Eneru had the privilege of penetrating over countless days and restless nights. Eneru couldn't recall a singular moment he releases as blissfully as he does in Chance. Envision that crafty smirk the mauve-topped male curled upon learning he'd be with her soon enough and the likeliness he'd be between supple thighs once more. His patience, naturally unlimited, grew thin and the Incubus distracted himself with what he could to suppress the immoral fantasies that plagued his given nature. One could imagine his excitement earlier when learning him and the newest arrivals aboard the craft would be docking soon. Hastily buckling into his seat, the final remaining minutes were seconds in the mind of Chance's beau, toying with scenarios he'd probably find himself in.
After docking smoothly into the spaceport, the hulk-size of man stood upright, smoothed out his black peacoat, and grabbed a sizeable gym bag he strapped around his neck and shoulder. Little had changed about him in last two-hundred and fifty or so years with the exception of a few noticeable differences. Most strikingly was the tattoo piece inked onto his throat and imaginably down his torso and arms and the light tan he unassumingly received during his time on a much warmer Gaia. It mattered not, confident his pale complexion would return naturally given the lack of sunlight in the hub metropolis. Lastly, a few more secrets he discreetly carried for inappropriate reasons. What those secrets entailed would be revealed later at more private setting that involved tangled linens and immoral noises. With that said, Eneru was more-or-less the same; recalling how far along it's been since his introduction to Miss Arden. Discussions saved for later at the hiss of the spacecraft's rear door opening.
And without warning... it struck him.
Observing the awaiting crowd, Eneru scanned foreign faces for the source of it. A smell undoubtedly belonging to his busty blonde. Narrowing his glacial gaze on the person far removed within this picture perfect moment, the Incubus marched without hesitation in his step. Reaching him, Chance's suitor paused momentarily to look over the man in question visibly rattled and fumbling over something in hand. His brow arched while tilting his head in question to what had the man so shaken? Curious and eager to learn, Eneru made himself known despite the primal instinct to amputate Chance's messenger limb by limb.
"You waiting on someone?"
Eneru's question appeared to have snapped the messenger out of whatever trance he was in, inquiring if the Incubus was in fact Eneru Killian. Benji's answer came in a nodding gesture, fixed on his silence and the crumbled paper he finally delivered at the request of Chance. Looking over the genuine request, the mauve-topped recipient fixed his eerie blues on the former boxer broken beyond repair had no one told him what was written. Flipping the letter for the stranger, he asked, "Do you know what this says?" Offered a head shake resulted a faint chuckle escaping the newest foreigner, formulating answers to soothe Benji's paranoia. "It says she wants to cook for me and how much better she's gotten since the last time we had dinner."
Palming his features, Benji inhaled deeply to absorb every bit of stress and anxiety coursing through his veins and released a heavy sigh of relief. Hand on his heart, Benji projected a beaming smile and the teeth he lost during his time in the ring. "Thank the man upstairs for that, huh?" A laugh that dabbled between comfort and nervousness erupted from the messenger, jabbing Eneru's arm regrettably so in that fleeing instance he withdrew his arm. "Sorry," he apologized, doing his most to recover from the awkward gesture.
"Solid jab. You box?" The Incubus questioned, collecting the pieces to his riddle that sounded most logical. Holding a keen eye for detail, what Benji was obliviously unaware of was the information Eneru drafted to conclude Benji's circumstance and where Chance fitted in the pattern. Y'see, Chance's beau knew the sort of victims she marked for Loe's appetite and Benji checked off every box on the list.
"Yeah, well, used to. It kinda fell apart after losin' to a guy called Leo Oskatar. Been tryin' to find my way back to the top ever since."
Lowlife. No surprise there. Still, Eneru put out a surprised face upon learning the revelation. Falsely playing the nice guy, Chance's Daddy hummed an inaudible growl regarding his future plan of action. Two steps ahead and never one behind, he perked upright after deciding his next maneuver.
"You can tell me all about it. Can I bother you to escort me to where Chance is living though?" The question seemed genuine enough, however, listening to his sob story on how his life got twisted, turned upside-down would be the real bore.
"Y-Yeah, sure man... Got a debt to repay, y'know?" Benji agreed, turning his back to the man one moment before the nurtured response to glance back kicked in to see how Eneru answered.
The Incubus followed at his side, displaying a smile here and there whenever Benji stole a glance, seemingly at attention and focused on what Benji spewed. Solely the importance bits were absorbed, his mind distant and elsewhere as they traveled across a plane of smog and other technicolored haziness in what he assumed was the lower sector's red light district -- the type of place accustomed to Chance who undoubtedly felt more at home portraying herself an immaculate street urchin in her shorter than norm' skirt, high stilettos, and top that emphasized her abundant bosom. Meanwhile, Benji continued mouthing his fight with Leo, why he didn't pace himself against a younger fighter, how his career fell into shambles, and what steps he took to step back into the spotlight. Eneru felt Benji purposely held out on information regarding his connection with Chance, but that could be answered by the Fae herself later.
After an hour or two commute, the pair arrived at the high rise tower Chance resided comfortably in the richest penthouse credits could buy; the timing couldn't be nothing short than perfect as Eneru was idly running out of things to keep their conversation from becoming awkwardly silent. Benji's mission may have finished, however, his presence was greatly required for the schemes Eneru plotted. Currently standing in the tower's main lobby, Benji was ready to escape the clutches Eneru precisely prepared -- A wolf concealed in the blades of the grass, masking his presence as the kill grew closer with every soundless step. As much as Eneru wished to do Benji harm, he rather enjoy his team slowly stealing the life from him. "Thanks again for your services. I'll be sure to tell Chance the fine job you did today."
Benji, relishing in his accomplishment, gave an acknowledging nod of approval. Nearing the finish line, Chance's messenger seemed more than happy to finish her bargain and never look back. After all, Benji IS the fucking champ and he couldn't imagine the shitshow that would ensue if Eneru ever found out he fucked his broad for a week straight. "Just glad I held up my side of the bargain." Rotating on his heel, Benji readied himself to exit without a word. Although, Eneru's voice surprisingly sprung out, requesting the messenger stay for a drink. Snickering, the former boxer thought longer than normally with a plan to exploit Chance for more credits to keep his silence. If Benji's intuition proved to be correct then he could safely assume the couple were an item - adding a stain in their relationship the pair would have to fix themselves for the meltdown he had earlier that evening.
"I wouldn't want to impose, but if you're offering... how can I deny?"
Bait taken, Eneru nudged his unruly mauve mane toward the elevator they had to ride up to the penthouse. Once inside, and what appeared to be an eternity of silence, the Incubus sighed as to what had to be done: install the horror Benji learned earlier. Simply put, "I know you fucked Chance."
Benji had never felt his heart drop quicker than it did in that moment, imprisoned by foolish arrogance and narcissistic greed. Dread reared it's ugly head back, learning the predator he blindly believed he avoided severed any chance of escaping. His quiver returned, catching Eneru from the furthest corner of his gaze removing his bag. An opportunity arose to back himself against a wall and withdraw the pistol he wished he needn't use. Recalling what he admitted to Chance regarding his lacking intent to murder, his primal instinct to survive made the decision a lot easier. "B-Back up man! I swear, I didn't know!" Benji pleaded, unsteady and desperate to get out.
"Look! This shouldn't resort to violence! Let's let bygones be bygones!"
"Afraid I can't." Eneru, surprisingly calm and collected, massaged the cramp in his neck and stretched the muscles with several head swivels.
"WHY NOT?!" Benji demanded, finger on the trigger should Chance's suitor made a move.
"I made a contract too. That she'd be mine forever and those who viewed her the same as I would learn the terrors of my rage." The Incubus turned his gaze on the messenger, lifting his leg to step forward and teach Benji the dreams in his m--
BANG!
Blinking, Eneru stared soundlessly at the smoke fuming from the barrel of the pistol down to the bullet casing rolling around their feet. Confusion settled in, calculating where Benji summoned his courage from and the orifice the bullet shot through. A set of digits arose to examine the damage done and smeared crimson against his fingertips. The Incubus's attention again turned to Benji displaying a mixture of emotions that ran from confusion to disbelief. But the question remained: weren't victims suppose to go down after landing a point blank shot? Eneru, still standing, shook his head disappointingly at the poor messenger before closing the mere inches that separated the two with a lead foot in.
Powerless, Benji squeezed out several additional shots seemingly ineffective in stopping the man's charge. In that fleeing second, Eneru's hand clenched Benji's features and blanketed his world in black.
---
"Oh God..."
Was his first thought upon waking from his unconsciousness. Bounded at his wrists and ankles, Benji swerved his head left then right then left again to evaluate his surroundings and the shapes that became no clearer despite his best attempts to concentrate. His head throbbed and pulsated with a swelling pain, sensing a substance beading down his temple and cheek from where the source of his pain originated. Deep breaths helped soothed his condition, shapes became sharper and bent into their natural silhouette. Perked at the sound of clicking heels, his muffled cries of assistance were silenced by a single silver strip of tape. No mattered how strongly he jerked to break free from his restraints, Benji gradually learned he was powerless in his hazed ailment. Minutes passed as he allowed himself to breathe, restoring his most advantageous sense: sight. After swallowing every bit of information, Benji concluded he was exactly where he needed to be for that promised drink: Chance's apartment. A door opened and Benji shifted to see who exited, predicting Chance tearfully mourning the lost of her beloved. Instead, Benji was treated to see Eneru alive and well, traveling across the hardwood floors with a towel draped over his mauve mane and his spaded appendage aimlessly fluttering behind him. What perplexed Benji however was the little to zero scarring his body adorned when he certainly fired several rounds into the Incubus.
Like the tail wasn't complex enough...
Eneru did not concern himself with Benji's condition, ignoring his muffled cries after fitting himself black spandex that placed emphasis on his rigid stature. Turning his back against his would be murderer hadn't he possess extraordinary healing factors, the Incubus carried himself into the kitchen his most beloved partner prepared the finishing touches on their dinner. Quietly did he traverse across the wooden planes, slipping his arms around Chance's hourglass figure as he left a kiss against her temple, dotting his trail down her neck and along her shoulder blade. "Smells amazing, dearest. But I have to ask," he paused, shifting his sights on her ample bottom he pressed himself again, "did your ass get bigger? You're fuller in places that get me hard just thinking about." Teasing was Eneru's strong suit, sliding a hand down to pull at the dress and knead his fingers into the supple flesh before offering a squeeze. Despite the centuries that passed the couple, Eneru was absurdly ill-advised to think Chance would learn to wear undergarments. Still, easy access shouldn't be frowned upon should he feel the need to ravish her sinful figure.
"Hopefully, the food shouldn't compare to what I most want to taste..."
Sliding an index along her entrance, her beau lifted the finger to lips to relish and savor the nectar only Chance could provide.
"Heavenly."
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