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Rubbing his eyes, August awoke with a groan, turning only to bump into a warm figure. At the contact his eyes shot open and he poked himself in the eye with a startled yelp. The figure next to him did not react at all to the noise - power of deep sleepers.
He reflected to himself about the night before. On the one hand he's now bound to a demon, on the other though that was hot as fuck. Thoughts raced through him as he genuinely contemplated what he's done, is he supporting the whole being gay is sin thing, is he a bad gay person? Ironic that being a bad gay person could even come from sleeping with a man. He pauses his thoughts. What's the proof this dude is actually a demon? Sure he looks like a magical creature with those eyes and like spawned a scroll but contacts exist and he could just be a really good magician. August sighs. There's only one way to find out.
As he began to sit up he felt that something was off, he felt different. His skin was colder and he could feel a kind of strength coursing through him. He clenched his fists and could feel the muscles tensed and loosened in a way disturbingly unfamiliar. He looked over toward a bedside mirror to be met with someone else. It was him if he was slightly more attractive and strong… overnight somehow. August’s hands came up to clutch at his own face, feeling a jawline that could give someone a papercut and grinning. That was a very nice way to wake up. As he turned to his left to wake up the incubus next to him his nose bumped into another and his vision was filled with two circles of pink red hues.
“HOLY SHIT!” He yelped and jumped back onto the floor. In a very masculine and confident way.. Of course. He sat for a second to catch his breath and calm himself down from an irreplicable jumpscare. His back pulsed pain from the impact and his wrist groaned in protest from the unnatural position it was snapped into. He breathed, slowly, attempting to self soothe. When he looked up he meets an ashamed and disheartened gaze and sighs softly “It’s oka-”
“I’m so so so so so sorry. It’s just- you- you’ve gotten like prettier? Or idk. And you looked all confused and- and hot. I was trying to help? I think I-” Averian rambled on panicky and apologetic, he was incredibly sincere throughout and August was trying his best not to find it cute. He could not find a single opening to speak and whenever he tried he was completely unheard through the raging winds of Averian’s regret. So he did all he could think of.
He kissed him. Smooth and tender, a slight clash of teeth on teeth before Averian relaxed into the caring pressure. The exchange of heat was slow, soft and calming, a pause for each of them to recover through the comfort of the one next to them. August was the one to pull away, “Forgiven, cutie”, And suddenly the incubus’ cheeks matched the shade of his beautiful eyes. “Now, can you explain what I’ve gotten into?”
Averian stares softly at him before breathing a deep breath as if bracing himself for the effects of his own words, “Okay so this will sound crazy but please just um, just stick with me. I’m an incubus, you can understand that much by now. I belong to a place called the Umbran Realms, it’s where all demons reside, incubi, succubi, fear types, blood demons, we’re just kind of all grouped there. I guess to you it would be considered Hell but it’s not like fire and pitchforks and torture it’s more just a place of residence. And we all live in houses with heritage and lineage and there’s a power hierarchy - it's weirdly political.”
A pause, mainly for August to process the dump of information. Knowledge of another fucking realm just existing casually where no human knows was breaking him slightly, his gaze transfixed on a patch of his blanket where a coke stain was never properly washed out. Averian waited quietly and if a demon could be classified as a saint for patience then he definitely fit the bill. After the small silence August turned to him and nodded, humming a sound of approval for him to continue.
Averian sighed, lightly relieved, “So I’m a part of an upper house, Embrath, we are all like high power bond demons. The system works with each bond we make, giving us power. We can then gain more natural abilities despite whatever we are born with, in fact my family are usually used as a kind of index for what type of powers you can get. So thats that and um… then theres the bad bit. So a bond is very very spiritual and because of that you’re soul is now tethered to mine. I provide for you magic and power and you provide for me lust so I can.. Well stay alive really. The bad part is that because of this you are now technically… part-demon.”
Silence.
August sat, gaping. What had he got himself into? Is he stupid? He can’t ever return from this, he’d changed himself, for sex - really fucking good sex - but just sex nonetheless. He groaned, frustrated with himself. As he returned to looking at the increasingly concerned incubus, he spoke, “Continue”
“Okay I swear that was the bad part out of the way, now we get to talk about the part humans actually seem to like, well supposedly. So for a part-demon, you are very strong, one because you bonded with an upper house incubus,” Averian smiles a soft but slightly smug smirk and August can’t help but grin a little at the small showing of pride, “and two because said incubus thought it’d be a smart idea to pull a power reversal and sign his soul to you instead… Yeah I probably should not have done that, it was really good sex though.”
It took quite a lot of effort for August to not snicker as Averian lost his train of thought due to lusting. When he came back to the present his blush came back in full force.
Averian stutters out “Shut up, o- okay? It’s not- It’s not my fault I literally live off sex.” At the sound of giggles from the guy who he was desperately trying not to make eye contact with, he loudly attempts to change the subject, “Anyway, since you’re so strong, the skills you now have have a very strong chance of success. Not only does the reflective magic which projects your self image onto yourself - the reason you somehow got more attractive than you already were overnight - work quickly and efficiently, you now have like special abilities.” Averian pauses, pondering what to say next.
August, on the other hand, was somewhat glowing with happiness at this newfound information. The possibilities, what even are the abilities? They are assumably sex relative, does he make people horny? He had so many ideas. However his thoughts are cut off by a soft voice.
“Hey, okay I have an… idea,” As August looked at the demon speaking he saw a hint of eagerness glinting in those enchanting eyes and sat deciding if he should fear or rejoice what might come next. “I have only three abilities to start with, as we grow stronger we can gain and earn more but three is kinda good because normally people only get one or two so you know, yay-” He began nervously rambling before pulling himself back together.
“Oh I can show you the abilities like this if you like,” Averian closed his eyes and focused when a scroll was born into existence. He grabbed it from where it hovered in the air, “Here.” He happily offered it to August.
The scroll felt strong considering it’s old type look, it was one of the ones you see in movies and August excitedly unravelled it to find four paragraphs of information followed by a seemingly never ending length of blank paper. He rolled it back so he could just focus on the information given and began to read:
Averian Lucien Embrath
Contracting
• August Leander Crowe
Abilities
• Passive. Reflection - The caster’s physical form subtly alters to match their internal self-perception, amplifying beauty, presence, and emotional charisma. Reflection is a passive Embrath-bond trait, automatically activated upon a stable soul-bond with a demon from a lineage of high attunement. Once triggered, the body of the bonded human begins adjusting itself in real time to mirror the way they see themselves - or want to be seen - beneath the surface.
• Active. Awareness - The caster can subtly redirect a person’s conscious attention, either away or toward a thought, emotion or physical subject. This ability doesn’t cause invisibility or memory loss—it gently guides the target’s awareness as if they’ve become distracted on their own. The magic targets how the brain filters input: creating sensitivity, suppressing focus, or sparking preoccupied states. When tied to incubus magic, it leans toward lustful or intimate distraction.
• Active. Telepathy - The caster can speak into the minds of others and, with focus, hear their thoughts. This power is always active between soul bonded individuals, allowing for constant, silent communication even across rooms or in emotionally intense moments. For unbonded people, the caster must focus and “tune in” deliberately to connect—like selecting a mental frequency. With greater mastery, this tuning becomes faster, sharper, and harder to detect.
• Active. Lustbrand - The caster marks a target with a hidden sigil of desire, allowing remote influence, control, and pleasure-pain manipulation. Lustbrand is a forbidden, ultimate-tier Embrath bond spell that can only be cast once per lunar cycle due to the immense toll it takes on both caster and target. Once marked, the victim becomes metaphysically tethered, their mind and body slowly aligned to the caster’s influence.
As August finished reading, his eyes strained from bulging from their sockets. “You sure this ain’t fake?” he laughed incredulously.
Averian giggled in response, “We can… test it?” He boldly placed a hand on August’s thigh and grinned up at him “Try it on me,”
August was aware that he definitely blushed, blinking fast as if that could help him process the situation. However upon meeting the trusting (and very lustful) eyes of the incubus in front of him, he knew he really wanted to have some fun with this. “Okay, but you’re gonna have to walk me through this. Let’s try telepathy first, what? How does that- like how do I activate that?”
Averian tilted his head, hair falling into his eyes as he leaned in just a bit too close. “Mmm, telepathy’s... complicated,” he murmured, voice dropping like silk soaked in heat. “It’s already activated and more of a natural thing, doesn’t make sense for a first try.”
August raised an eyebrow. “So, not just thinking loudly?”
He chuckled and let his fingers trace tiny, idle circles against the inside of August’s thigh. “It can be, but why start there when you’ve got something way more fun to try?” He bit his lip gently, clearly enjoying the slow build. “The second ability is way more fun. Physical. Reactive.”
August’s breath hitched a little, muscles tensing under Averian’s touch. “Which one is that?”
Averian grinned, equal parts mischievous and eager. “Awareness. You channel it through sensation and intent. You reach into someone’s mind, and you nudge it... just a little. You don't need to know exactly what to do, you just need to feel what you want them to feel.”
He slid a hand up, not quite inappropriate, yet, but entirely intimate, resting warm against August’s side.
“Try it now,” he whispered, his confidence growing by the second. He feels weirdly safe. “Think about what you want me to feel.”
August’s mouth was dry. He wasn’t even sure what exactly he wanted - well, he was, but how the hell was he supposed to mentally nudge someone into anything?
Still... he focused. On Averian’s lips. His breath. The flutter in his own chest. And he thought:
Want me.
Averian gasped, eyes wide, pupils dilating in real-time like someone had poured sunlight into them. He trembled slightly where he sat, knees buckling as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to August’s shoulder with a soft, unguarded moan.
“F-fuck,” he stammered, voice raw and breathy. “Okay. Okay. You’re... you're terrifying.”
August blinked. “I did that?”
“You really did that.” Averian looked up at him again, cheeks flushed with heat, lips parted in reverence. “You’re a natural. It wasn’t even targeted at a specific memory or sensation, just raw desire and it still—shit.” He swallowed hard, as if still recovering.
“So,” August said, trying to stay cocky even though his heart was hammering, “anything else I need to know or do I just keep experimenting?”
Averian’s answer was to climb into his lap slowly, hands sliding up under the hem of his shirt in quiet reverence, eyes asking permission even as his body begged for more. “No thoughts,” he whispered, “just feelings. Let me show you what this magic does to me.”
August let his hands fall to the demon’s hips, heartbeat loud in his ears, the strange new hum of his magic thrumming just beneath his skin.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice low. “Show me.” Despite his words August lifted his head with a gentle hand on the chin and pulled their lips together. Averian gasped into the kiss and eagerly reciprocated. Concentrating his thoughts, August put all his mind to Averian’s lips, their softness, the gentle motions. Within seconds he found himself listening to sweet whines of pleasure.
“Please,”
Adjusting their positions, Averian straddled the other’s thigh, leaning further into this kiss that was driving him insane. August, no better off. Everything about the demon tasted sweet and that included that desperate tongue currently searching his mouth like humans were the inane concept he couldn't grasp.
The human’s hands wandered down to grip his hips and gently pull forward. Gasps of pleasure began filling the tense air. High off touch, Averian pressed down further, grinding close as if trying to merge bodies and become one.
August focused. On the pulsing hardness he could feel moving against him, only short words: pleasure, intense, more. Resulting in moans so loud they sounded foreign to Earth itself. August mentally blessed his life for putting him in a house alone. Head on his shoulder, lips grazing his ear, Averian panted and whimpered from ecstasy. Warm breath sent a tremor through August but he held back. Keeping concentration on his partner’s dick he pushed against him in time with the current movements, heightening the pressure.
“Au- August please, I’m s-” cut off by a moan, Averian took a breath then tried again, “So close, needa cum. Please!”
“Cum.”
A sharp gasp and hot streaks of white landed on August’s chest. He barely managed to keep his concentration on his partner's pleasure as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. His mind split between thoughts of the dick against him and the tongue battling his own with ferocity. Averian lost breath even with his own inhuman capacity as he rode out the lengths of his orgasm. His vision white and he shuddered with the aftershocks.
The demon could feel himself being lifted gently as a tentative tissue wiped up the mess between their bodies. Eyes closed, he reached out to be met with happy warm comfort. He lowered his head on the other boy’s chest, slowly resting a bit of his weight to be pushed up and down with the movements of soft breathing. A grumble left his throat as the calming movements eroded into poorly suppressed laughter. Two warm hands landed on his shoulders, shaking him only to gain more annoyance and tiredness. Only squeezing his eyes tighter, he complained “You wore me out, deal with the consequences”.
A much harsher laugh jostled his head which stubbornly stuck to the same spot “Is that so? What happened to legendary Incubus stamina?”
“It’s too early in the morning for stamina, try again later. Or don’t- I don’t know, just shush!” Averian’s whiny tone undercut a little of his point but he hoped his words communicated his message with enough sincerity at least. The latter was difficult to believe despite his best attempts to ignore the second bout of muffled laughter.
“Okay, okay,” both hands came to rest in his hair, one statically cupping the side of his head while the other ran through pink strands in smooth repetitive waves of affection. “We can rest, and then we will shower because we are both still sticky and we smell like sex and even if that’s what’s natural for an incubus, I’m not one. Or I guess I’m half. Either way I’ve got some human in me and that human says we stink. After that I will coo- attempt t- I will buy us food from a cafe. Understand it all?”
A faint murmur could be heard: “Uh huh, sure.” Yeah, because that's believable. August let go of the thought as he drifted off once again.