Marion Alice Little (alittlelady) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-03 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | judas / ophidia, marion little |
Who: Mary Little and Judas
What: The Inucubus is hungry and the Succubus is there to help
When: September 2
Where: Judas' trailer
Rating: Hard R, Sex (not super graphic but it is written out.)Succubus/Incubus sexings.
Status: Complete
Judas had not been doing well. She knew that much. Maybe she should have been more aware, but between her show and Aden's cupcakes and the drama that had now all dissipated, Mary was in a tizzy. Now, finally she would be going to check on him. She had made up some sandwiches she'd made for him. No doubt he wasn't eating well. There was also the fact that she was certain he hadn't been doing anything with anyone to energize himself. That worried her further. She should of contact Riley, should of asked him to come over and push the issue. She hadn't, however. The little woman was making her way over to the trailer of a love starved Incubus alone. Somehow this felt more dangerous then waving a piece of meat in front of a hungry wolf.
But Judas was her friend. And she would do whatever she needed to help him. That thought made her stop for a moment as she moved to knock on the door to his trailer. Anything, whatever he needed, those were dangerous thoughts. She almost didn't knock. But it was too late now. She was here and ready as she would ever be. Straightening her skirt, and shoving a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, she took a deep breath. Read as ever.
With tiny hands firm raps were made on the door. “Heeeeeyyyy Juuuuudd?” And yes, she sung it!
Mary was right; Judas was not doing well. The incubus hadn't hardly left his trailer at all for almost two weeks; he was shaky and weak and starving for something far more potent than food.
But he refused. He didn't want anything. ...Well, on a base level he did....but not actively. He just...wasn't interested.
He heard the knock, and Mary's voice at the door; there were very few people he would have gotten out of bed for. Mary was one of them. Dragging himself out of his room, shirtless, wearing baggy pajama bottoms, he came to the door of the trailer and opened it a little.
"...Hey..."
He certainly didn't seem like the Judas she knew, a worried smile covered her face as she tried to pretend that she hadn't noticed anything wrong with him, even from the small crack in the door.
“Hey, Juuuud, I brought youuuu foood. Don't sing a sad song...because their tassstttyyyy.” She held up the bag while singing, her voice even pretty as she sung the silly thing. “So let me come in.” That last thing she didn't sing and she practically pushed her way in. Mary knew he wasn't all right, it was obvious he couldn't go on like this.
“Well, you certainly are a sight.” If this was what being a starved incubus was, she wasn't sure she wanted any part of it. It also wouldn't help that her own Succubus nature took that moment to make itself known in that musky, vanilla spice scent that seemed to waft after her.
"...Nn..." Judas couldn't help but notice it. How could he? She was like him, that was what they did, what they were. He turned away, abruptly, and went to get himself a glass of water.
"Thanks, I'm trying this new look, it's called 'absolutely do not give a fuck'. I'm glad it's going well. ...Want some water?"
“No, thank you.”She gave him a once over for a moment and nodded. “I'll say. It's not really your style though.” Unfortunately, Mary was unaware of the effect her smell had on others and so she merely stepped in, shut the door behind her and placed the sandwiches on an empty surface.
“So, this is it. You're just going to stop living?” It was abrupt and through the tone in her voice that this would not work for her at all.
"What's the fucking point?" Judas's voice was brittle. "He left me. And he hasn't even called me back. Off 'finding himself' or some fucking bullshit, and now I'm in limbo. And the idea of having sex...I fucking want it so bad, on a physical level, but on a mental level I just...I can't...feel anything..."
“The point is, if you die, what will I do? What will we all do? You can't just give up cause one person broke your heart. If movies have taught my anything about love, you have to pick up the pieces and move on.” She didn't want to be angry at him. “You're trying to rob me of my friend and I can't let you do that.” But she couldn't help it. He needed it on a physical level, the mental didn't matter right now.
The tiny woman would move forward towards him and wrap her arms around his hips and pulling him close. “It doesn't have to mean anything. It's like...feeding you...that's all.”
Judas stiffened, when Mary's arms wound around his hips; she was so small, barely coming up to his stomach. But her scent was...intoxicating...and he sucked in a swift intake of breath.
"What...Mary, what are you doing...?"
“Trying to help you. You're supposed to help your friends. And whether you like it or not I'm willing to help you.” In fact, she added harshly. “I will help you and you'll like it...so there.” She put her foot down on the matter. He was not going to continue on. He could mourn the loss of Faellan all he wanted. But the truth was he couldn't deny what he was. And neither could she.
Her cheek was pressed to the lower part of his stomach, it wouldn't take much to incite him at this level. She didn't make any move beyond the hug, surprised at her own willingness to offer this up.
"But...Mary..." Judas was...shocked. She'd never been with anyone, before, and here she was offering herself up to him...to help him.
To save him.
"I don't..." He flushed, a little. "I don't want...to hurt you..."
“Listen, what's hurting me worse then a little sex is you hurting. So no argument. Don't make me get mean!” She pulled away from him for a moment to give him a frown and a narrowing of her eyes. Then she pulled away completely and started dragging him by those pajama pants into the bedroom. Even though she put on a brave face, Mary was scared, scared and flushed pink. She had to do this, however. She had to swallow down her own fears to help her friend.
“Come on, bedroom. I'm at least gonna be in a bed. You people act like I don't even masterbate.” Of course, who these others were who talked about her being a super virgin were entirely wrong. She knew what it was. Yes, it would be uncomfortable, but she hoped some of that Succubus magic would finally come and help her out. Instead of getting her into trouble.
"Wait...Mary..." Judas had been too stunned, at first, to protest; once they got to the bedroom, though, he slammed on the brakes and went to his knees in front of her.
"Hey. Wait, just..."
She was so pretty. Anyone who didn't think so was blind; even if she wasn't a succubus, she'd still be pretty.
"I just...I...Mary, are you sure about this, I don't..." His eyes flickered.
"I don't want...to lose you as a friend..."
He was being difficult. She knew why. He wasn't attracted to her. But he didn't need to be. It hurt her a little bit but she didn't let it. He was her friend, that was all. She had no romantic feelings for him. She knew that much.
“Judas, you're supposed to be teaching me about being a succubus, this would be the first lesson I think. Have sex, don't let it get personal. It's like eating take out. It might be a little uncomfortable later, but for now it'll satisfy.” There was no way she was going to let him sit like this.
“Or if you really can't do it with me. We can call someone else. But it's happening today. You can't go on longer.” Tears pricked in her eyes. “I wouldn't trust any one else but you...” She didn't think she could. Endless nights of waiting. That's what she had been doing. And now she was on the threshold and if he denied her she wasn't sure what she would do.
"...God, Mary..." Kneeling like this, they were about the same height; the incubus pressed his face to Mary's shoulder, breathing shaky. Being this close...her scent was heady, and went straight through him.
"You're so beautiful...do you know that...?" His voice was rough. "I wanted...wanted you to be with the right person, your first time. I just...I don't...know if that's me...fuck, you smell so good." The last part was half-whisper, half-groan; she smelled fucking incredible...
“OH I think it's about as perfect as it's gonna get...” He had wanted her to find someone gentle and loving who cared about her. Or at least someone with control. Well, that certainly wasn't Gar. He was sweet but she had a feeling he could lose control fast. And she hadn't met any one else, not really that she trusted as much as Judas. Not with something like this.
“It'll be ok...I promise.” Just as her smell was affecting him she could feel and sense him, smell him as well and it made her feel warm and tingly all over. Which made her breath catch in her throat for a moment. Her arms were around his shoulders, running those small, unadorned hands through his hair, snuggling into his hair as he laid against her for a moment.
Judas nuzzled into her throat, pressing kisses over it before he could stop himself. His body, it seemed, had had absolutely enough of this nonsense; there was a warm, willing body near him, touching him, and that was all it was going to take.
"I'll be good to you..." His voice was a murmur. "I'll treat you well, for your first time...I promise..."
“Just get better...”She let out air in an almost gasp at the odd feeling of someone kissing her neck delicately. “Just feel better.” Warm and willing was an understatement to the way Mary actually felt. She felt hot and wanton, all she wanted was his mouth all over. Her fingers were eager to explore and they trailed out of his hair and down against the hot flesh of his neck and lightly muscled shoulders.
Judas's eyes slid closed as he let his fingers roam up under Mary's tank top, caressing the skin of her stomach; he hadn't been with a woman in...a while. But it was like riding a bicycle...and Judas was a good lover.
Nearly alarmed by the fingers trailing along her bare skin she pulled away for a moment. It wasn't that she was scared, it had just been a shock of someone elses fingers delicately running across her skin. She laughed it off though.
“Sorry...ticklish...” She moved back into position, hands still rubbing along his back as she gave him free reign now of her form.
Judas's lips quirked, a little. "You're adorable..." He wasn't ticklish, but Aden was, and he thought it was sweet. More gently, now, his fingers slid over her skin again, slowly rising...they bumped against the bottom of her bra, and his eyes flickered as he looked up at her.
"Last chance..." That faint smile was still on his face, but it seemed almost...sad. "Last chance to back out..."
“Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. Go back to moping. Nothing doing, Mister. Keep moving.” She wasn't about to let him know how scared she truly was. When this happened, there was no if, when this happened, that would be it. She couldn't be normal any more. She couldn't just pretend the succubus part of her wasn't there. There would be no stopping.
Of course she wasn't sure she wanted to stop now, even with her fear of losing her humanity.
Judas laughed, low in the back of his throat, and let his hands continue upwards; he cupped Mary's breasts, squeezed them lightly. They were perky and small and perfectly proportioned for her body...
It was good to hear him laugh, any way. It meant at least for the moment he was feeling a bit better. But she knew he wouldn't feel all the way better, not physically any way, until the act was done.
Her bra was nearly a training one, thin, stretchy, and she could feel the warmth of his hands through it and the sensation tingled all through her core and down her spine to settle in her center. A slight gasp was let out and her hands clutched into his shoulders instinctively.
"Don't be afraid..." Judas murmured the words, eyes closing. "I won't hurt you...just trust me...okay...?" His hands traveled back down again, over her body, just...familiarizing himself with her. Even when his body was crying out, desperately, for more, for feeling, to take her...he couldn't be rough. Not with Mary...
“I'm not.” She took a deep breath, trying to relax into this. Enjoy herself. She was doing this for him, he shouldn't have to reassure her. Hands slipped down to caress the front of his chest, eyes focusing on the skin there, she couldn't get very low without disturbing his grip on her and she wasn't prepared for him to stop touching her. The smell in the room now was growing heavier, mesmerizing and intoxicating, lulling Mary into a sense of security.
"Mm...Mary..." Judas's voice was roughening again, eyes going dark; his hands slipped out from under Mary's clothes, cupping her cheeks instead, and he pulled her into a kiss.
It was no ordinary kiss. This was the kiss of an incubus, desperate and wanting, hungry...an incubus who knew his power, who had fully come into his own, and who used it even without thinking. Heat would sear through her, intense, like lightning...
The kiss did her in. All focus was off her insecurities and misgivings, everything was now in the act. Electric and powerful, the kiss summoned the sleeping, dormant beast in her. The beast she had tried so hard to bury deep within herself. She pressed herself as close to him as she could. Suddenly realizing she was far too dressed for this but unwilling to break the kiss.
Judas growled, against her lips; standing, he lifted her and bodily dropped her on the bed, eyes darkening until they were nearly black. For a moment he just looked at her, hungrily...
"You...you are wearing a whole lot of clothes you shouldn't be."
That look would of scared her normally. She would have been running. But in her haze and lust fueled state she didn't care. In fact, it made it better. He wanted her right now. She smirked up at him, breathing hard.
“Oh? I guess we better fix that then?”
"I guess we'd better..." Judas ran his hands up under her shirt, lifting it with his fingers and tugging it off over her head; it was discarded on the ground, somewhere. He didn't know where...didn't really care. Why was that important...?
"Damn...you're beautiful..." His hands were on her again, almost insatiable as he kissed her; the bra followed the way of the shirt, leaving her exposed. But she was going to be anyway...
Exposed, vulnerable and uncaring. The clothes were stifling and she needed to be free of them. They were useless now any way. She needed something else to cover her. His body, his hands would do nicely.
Her skin was unmarred by time or otherwise. Her were also exploring the exposed parts of him, chest as her mouth opened slightly and her head tilted back to allow him more to explore.
For a moment, he had been concerned about the differences in their size. He had wondered how this was possibly going to work, but obviously it had in the past and it would again and really, he was much more occupied with tracing his mouth over her throat and shoulder, down to her breast, over a nipple and back to her lips to care. It would get worked out, one way or another.
Mary didn't really think about how it worked. Certainly, little people like her had sex all the time. Even with normal people sometimes. It wasn't impossible like everyone who ever doubted her had said. It also helped her mood that the air was filled with pheromones that the two sex demons were sending off to pollute the air. She was relaxed, felt beautiful and wanted, like nothing she had ever felt before.
She relished the feel of his mouth and let out a soft moan as he trailed his mouth along her flesh and pressed against her lips again. A leg was lifted to use to caress his hip and try to wriggle him out of those pants, her body felt ignited and she wanted more then anything to have them both free of all constraints.
"Mm..." Judas chuckled again, low and amused, and lifted his head to look down at her. "If my pants come off, your skirt's gotta come off too, y'know. Not gonna have it be uneven...plus it'll make it easier to touch you..."
“That's the plan...” Wasn't patience supposed to be the virtue of a virgin? Mary scoffed at the idea and continued tugging and pulling at those already baggy pajama pants. “Besides I have to get a good look at what I'm up against right?”
Judas grinned and pushed himself off the bed, stepping easily out of the pajama pants; he was lean and muscled and not exactly small, and his grin turned lopsided for a moment.
"Don't get nervous, I'll play nice."
“You better...I'm a shy reserved virgin after all.” She supposed she would be expected to undress completely now and really the part she was most nervous about had already been unveiled. Her skirt was easily tossed aside and the panties underneath were down in a series of pink hearts and those were discarded as well.
“Very reserved.” Her own torso was lean and fit, leading down to a well kept garden. She may not of used it much but it didn't mean she was going to ignore it completely. She sat up and eached out for him again.
"Oh yes, you're the picture of demure modesty, you are." Judas came back over to the bed, looking Mary up and down; she was like...a perfect tiny person. She was beautiful, stunning...and in this moment?
In this moment, she was his, and his alone. His fingers, slender and elegant, trailed up between her legs as he leaned down to kiss her again...
There was a slight shiver that ran through her as he looked at her and she in turn was looking at him, thoughts of fear had popped up in her mind. She wasn't sure how this would work, she was afraid it wouldn't. No one had ever told her a hundred percent that it would. But she couldn't stop, not now. Her own succubus nature wouldn't let her.
“I know I can't help it. I think it comes with being a blonde baby doll.” She gave a harsh intake of breath as his hand trailed up towards more sensitive and heated areas. Her arms draped around his neck to keep his mouth against her's as she took in more of his lightening, taking the bravery she would need from the kiss.
"Not gonna hurt you..." Judas murmured the words against Mary's lips, fingers sliding up into her most intimate parts. She was so hot for him, already, and his mouth trailed over her jaw, nipping at fair skin as he teased her...he'd have her begging for him, soon enough. He knew he could...he liked that power.
Her body already knew what it wanted. And it was wet with anticipation. The mind took a bit more convincing however. But as the haze grew thick again she was as willing as ever. More so now that he was touching her, sending her gasping.
A sharp laugh was given to the teasing nip and she in turn gave him a teasing brush against his lower parts with her leg. Smirking a bit. “Don't tease unless you want some back..” Mary was able to groan out.
"Mmn...but I'm good at handling the teasing, sweetheart." Judas trailed his lips to her ear, exhaling into it, as his fingers worked her over. He knew just where to touch, just how much pressure to use...he responded to Mary's gasps, and when something made her whimper he did it again, and then again.
A combination of whimpers and gasps were coaxed out of the elegant throat of the tiny female and it wasn't long before she was practically begging for something deeper, harder. Of course she kept brushing up against his length, unable to reach with her hands she had to rely on the smooth texture of her legs and feet to erupt some sort of reaction out of him while her hands clung to his shoulders and stroked down his torso as far as they could.
“Juuuudddde” She all but sung again, but this time the song was lust filled and begging for release.
"Hnn..." She had waited long enough, and so had he. He wasn't immune to her teasing touches, hardening from the smoothness of her leg and her desperate sounds...and for a moment he paused, cheeks flushed, as he tried to figure out the best way this would work. If she was more experienced, he would have her on top of him, but she was not...
The hell with it. He shifted on the bed, moved her into place, knelt between her legs...it was surprisingly easy to slide inside of her, surprisingly easy to make them fit together. And she was hot, like a furnace, and tight, and it was all he could do to hold himself still and let her adjust...
There would be discomfort, she knew to expect that. But she wasn't some victorian virginal flower, she'd at least experienced a substitute for a man. But having a real man meant there was power behind the object, besides a battery pack. She could feel how hot and hard he was, how much he wanted to delve deeper and half whimpered half groaned out her pleasure, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to relax and adjust to the new found pleasure.
“Feeellss...ssoooo goood...” She was made for this. It had to be that. It was meant to be. Her thighs would try to pull him deeper and closer, burying him in her, as she moaned and grit her teeth against any pain that dissipated in a cloud of lust.
"Nnn..." Judas hissed as she pulled him deeper, eyes blazing. She wanted it, clearly, and he wanted her...and so he gave her what she wanted. He kissed Mary, fiercely, heatedly, taking her slow and deep and hard...
It was exactly what had been missing from her sad little existence. This was what she needed to make all things better in her life. (Maybe not really, but in the moment it was hard to ignore the evidence) She writhed against him as he did exactly what she wanted and she in turn responded exactly as she should, gripping onto him passionately, head tilting up to his pressing deep into his mouth, hips thrusting to meet his.
“uhhnnn yesss....” She hissed out, escaping his mouth for a moment before diving back into it.
Gods, it was like he'd flipped a switch in her and suddenly all of what she was came pouring out; Judas lost himself in her mouth, in her body, falling out of his own shell and into her. It was better, with another like him; he fed on her heat, and she fed on his, and it was a constantly-reinforced loop of ever increasing pleasure. Heady stuff, this...as his hips pistoned, his mind was blank to anything but the feel.
Judas and said sex would be amazing, she just hadn't believed him. How could sex be anything but sex? But this was different. Humans couldn't possibly get this when just doing each other. This was intense and deep and she could feel the change come over her as she fed from his intensity, he emboldened her, made her feel powerful and she hoped to whatever Gods were real that it would last.
She could feel heat growing and swirling in her center, alive and pulsating as he entered her with his artful rhythm.
She was beautiful...seductive, sensual, and he could feel her coming into her own even as she could feel him inside her...Judas growled, sucking at her throat, marking her with a dark, livid bruise. He wanted her to remember...she had this power inside of her, the power to make a man helpless, the power to become the most beautiful, desirable thing he'd ever seen...he wanted her to remember what this felt like.
It would be hard to forget all this.
But then Mary did have a tendency to deny things that were right there in her face. But this was inside her now. She wouldn't be able to escape it. Eventually she would need it again. For now, however, she lived for the moment, the moment of release was twisting up inside her and she could feel it coming, despite her objections, it was too intense for someone so unused to this.
“Juudas...” She clung helplessly to the man, desperate for it not to end.
"Yesss..." Another bite, another dark mark, and Judas drove himself into her again, and again, and again.
"Do it, lose yourself in me, for me, do it..." He'd be on her heels, but he'd be damned if he'd be first. Not when it was her first time.
There was no doubt that Mary would be angry about all those marks later, but for now she wasn't thinking about it, in fact the only thing she was thinking about was how he was slowly driving her over the edge. It came in a burst, limbs tightening and hot heat gushing out of her as she came hard with a staggered breath, leaving a couple fingernail marks in his shoulder for good measure.
Her willing little body was spent but it wouldn't give up on him, he needed to finish, she wanted him to, this was for him, wasn't it? To feed him. But it had shown itself to be so much more then that.
God, feeling her tighten around him like that, hearing her shuddering breath as she released...it was almost unbearably sexy, and Judas lost himself in her barely a minute later. His arms trembled, from the effort of holding himself up, but he couldn't collapse down on top of her; with herculean effort, he pulled out and flopped beside her instead, panting harshly for breath.
"Holy fuck..."
It was lucky he'd had that much control to pull away from her. Next time, she figured, she would top, be easier on his poor back.
“Well, my name does had holy connotations.” Mary gave a tired laugh and smirk, not sure if she wanted to move. The odd sensation of being filled with his release and the numbness creeping into her limbs left her spread out there as she breathed in, softly, eating up the remainder of the energy that had flowed between them and keeping that feeling of power, locking it up tight.
"You...are gonna kill people. ...Erm...figuratively speaking." Judas let out a soft, breathless laugh, eyes closed as his heartbeat slowed. "I don't even care that you are tiny, you are a dynamo, and when you want something people are not even gonna notice."
“Good to know.” She knew he hadn't meant literally. “ Great, so I guess I should get out there and start making men fall and do my biding and all that.” Not that she would. But it was nice to know she could do it now. “Are you feeling better?” this had been for him, after all.
"Mmm...yeah." Judas's lips quirked up, faintly. "Could you imagine if I said no? What kind of fuckhead would I be? 'Nah, I just took your virginity, I still feel like shit, now get out'."
He had to be feeling better, to be cracking jokes like that...
“I might have had to kill you. But don't worry, I'd just feed you poisoned cookies, nothing violent. I abhor violence.” She was happy he was feeling better and even happier that she felt so good herself. Never had she felt more ready to take on life.
“This succubus thing is gonna be all right, I think...I was worried I wouldn't feel human any more. But it's better then that.”
"...Oh, sugar." Judas shifted, then, propping himself up on one arm so he could look down into her face. "Were you really afraid of that? You're still a person, sweetheart, and a wonderful one...just because you've got something else special about you doesn't mean you'll lose your humanity..."
“I know that now. And I know you told me so before. I guess I just couldn't get past it myself.” A tiny hand reached up to brush against his cheek lovingly.
“Glad you stopped killing my friend. I was about to rape your ass.” With that she smirked and shoved him away as she sat up to find her clothes.
That startled another laugh out of Judas, and he shook his head. "Classy as always, Miss Mary darling. I promise I won't be such a mopey bastard in the future."
“Well, you know me. Blushing, reserved, not so virginal any more, little Mary. I can't help but be coy.” At trying to stand and get her things together her hips gave a twinge and she was force to lay back again.
“I guess the pheromones are wearing off...”
"...You want some asprin...?" Damn, he'd almost forgotten that the first time hurt. It had been....a long time since he'd been with a virgin.
"Or a hot bath? Both of those help. Promise."
“Yes please, can I check all of the above?” Pain was to be expected. At least she was lucky enough to have Judas as her mentor/friend/lover? That word added on didn't seem right. They were friends, who had just happened to have sex. Simple as that.
"Sure, sugar. Lemme get the bath going first, huh? I'll get the water hot, get you in that, and then bring you some asprin." The incubus leaned over, pressing a kiss to Mary's forehead; it was gentle, and sweet.
"...And...thank you. For this. For...everything." He blushed, a little, and retreated into the bathroom; turning on the tub, he got the water warm and cleaned himself off swiftly, grabbing his robe off the back of the door. When it was full, he came back out, lips quirking up again.
"Want me to carry you?"
“No problem. I needed it too...” She needed to know this freedom. To stop being held back by herself. Now she knew what power she had and she could never let someone take it from her again. She laid there thinking for a moment as he went off to fill the bath, patiently waiting as the numbness ebbed away further to full on throbbing, slightly painful, but satisfied feelings.
She didn't even answer, she just raised her arms wiggled them playfully as him, like a child wanting to be picked up.
Judas grinned and scooped Mary up easily; she was light, after all, and barely weighed anything. Carrying her into the bathroom, he deposited her carefully into the tub, then retreated for a moment; when he came back, it was with a glass of water and two extra-strength asprin.
"Here you go, sugar..."
“You're a doll. And wonderful and all those lovely things.” The bath was almost as good as the sex, and the sex had been amazing. Now it was time to relax, take it all in and get rid of the aches. She took the asprin happily and laid back to relax.
She had helped her friend and in the process helped herself. It had been an over all good deed day.