Sunday, July 12, 2026

Nixus: questionnaire

Q: Left-handed or right-handed?

Nix: Right-handed.

Marc: Right-handed.


Q: “What place do you call home?” 

Nix: Detroit. My apartment. Marc. I cheated with the answer 😭. I gave 3 things.

Marc would say Detroit.


Q: “Do you have any bad habits?” 


Nix: I smoke when I am under pressure. Not during the job. Not when I have to face violence. But when I have a mental breakdown. I am working hard on quitting, but that means I need to find things to put in my mouth to compensate. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Marc: The way he shuts down when he gets upset or frustrated. He knows it’s not the greatest response. But it’s just what happens. He doesn’t know how to stop it at this point.


Q: “Who is the person you despise the most, and why?”

Nix: “My ‘ex’ Anton. If I cross paths with him, I might want to kill him and try to. The way he hurt me left an open wound. But would I sacrifice my newfound happiness for revenge? No. Never!”

Marc: My “father”, Marcus Sr. He’s a mean bastard. There’s nothing there to like. You can take my word for it.


Q: “What is your best feature?” 


Nix: “my ass. I know the looks I get when I wear jeans. And I think my tooth gap.”

Marc: shrugs


Q: “What do you think is your partner’s best feature?”


Nix: “his smile! I mean, as soon as he smiles, I fold. Every time! And his arms. When he crosses them I just…. Unf.”

Marc: “I like the way her face scrunches up when she smiles. Her very happy, genuine smiles. The way she always smells like jasmine. And her ass. I mean… damn. That woman has curves that don’t quit.”


Q: “How high is your libido?”


Nix: “Well. Before Marc, it was average. I could spend months without jerking off. But since I met Marc? Oh, I can’t stop touching myself. I can’t stop wanting Marc. I can’t stop wanting to get fucked. He ruined me eheh.”

Marc: “I would say average? But I don’t exactly know the stats on that. Probably average.” 

(With a hot girlfriend though, above average here we come)


Q: What is the wildest thing you did during sex?

Nix: “I—will only speak of the two years spent in Detroit. I was free, and the sex was willful. Okay? No performances or circumstances I didn’t choose. So I had that one guy who was obsessed with humping me. I mean we did it classically, but he wanted to rub himself between my legs. Then he was obsessed with cumming on my tits. Which he did twice that night. He refused to let me swallow him because he needed to see his work of art on me.” Laughs. “With Marc it’s being fucked deep and cummed inside. And err the roleplay too.”

Marc: “Hey now. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Nice try, though.”


Q: Are you shy? (Casual settings/ sexual settings)

Nix: “Not really. The only moment I can get shy is at the start of my relationship with Marc. As a first-time girlfriend, I blush easily when it comes to introducing myself as such. But it’s a matter of a few days, tops.  Sexually? Not at all.  Never. Especially not when my boyfriend is hot like Marc.”

Marc: “No. Definitely not shy.”


Q:. What trait do you find most admirable in your partner?


Nix: “ his tenderness; he has a wonderful ability to be tender around people who need it. Be it a kid, a kind neighbour in need, or me. He was so sweet to me, talked to me with such tenderness after I squirted on him for the first time…. When we made love for the first time. He is tender, and I admire it and treasure it too.”


Marc: “Her courage and her spontaneity. She’s brave and full of life. She goes for things without hesitation. I love that. I admire it a lot.”


Saturday, July 11, 2026

COPG: reviewing the troops

COPG: reviewing  the troops


With a wave of her wrist, Elpis summoned a portal to Tartarus. With the new ring Pride forged for her, she was able to travel through Hades without being rejected by it. After spending such a long time trying to hone her new skills and powers, Elpis felt the urge to see what beasts and other creatures existed in Tartarus. She wanted to have a legitimate army to go after her pantheon, and while Pride respected the end of his bargain with Hecate. As soon as she crossed the portal, she was welcomed by a sinister creature. It was a slender, grey-skinned wraith with a thin veil covering its body. It had no eyes, and its mouth was sewn shut. Its feet were constantly bleeding, but the creature seemed unfazed by it. 


"My queen, welcome to Tartarus." She tilted her head to the side, wondering if the creature was talking via telepathy or if its mouth moved, but then shrugged, as it did not really matter. - "What brings you before the dreadful sight of your humble servant?"


"I have come to see the creatures locked within Tartarus. I am sure that you know a war is coming, and I want to see who could be willing to serve your kind and me when the time is right."


"Then your humble servant is going to fulfil your wish. Please, follow me, my queen."


It felt strange to have the title Queen said to her. She noticed that she enjoyed it when they referred to her as such. Pride had logically spread the word to their subjects so they would address his beloved properly, and it warmed her heart to see that he spared no effort to make her feel like the rightful queen of the Underworld.  She followed the wraith through a long corridor until they finally reached immense stairs that led to a deeper level. 


"Are the most powerful of them held down those stairs?" -He nodded, and she closed her eyes- "What were their offences?"


"Most of them tried to overthrow their respective pantheons. Most of these are Olympian rogues, but we have Sumerian criminals, Indian monsters, and the other lot of them."


"I see. Had your king Pride ever met these wretched creatures before? Do they acknowledge his authority?" - The wraith shook its head as they kept walking down the stairs.-


"He had. He established dominance, but they are still trying to fight it. They believe  in the strongest, and for a while, they believed our King was the strongest, but during the Seven Sins War, this belief was shattered, and they are now defiant."


"I see... Well, I will have to face them and remind them who their king and queen are.” 


“Yes, my queen, please follow me.” 


The trip down the stairs lasted a while, in complete silence. Elpis wondered if she should change her attire and dress more like royalty to make an even better impression on these creatures. She changed her mind and decided to look as “plain” as possible. She wanted them to underestimate her and even actively made her aura less threatening so they would show their hand, and she would be able to beat them at their intimidation game. She braced herself for the upcoming confrontations, wondering what type of creatures she would face and how old they were. 


The wraith claimed that in the underbelly of Tartarus, monsters from all pantheons were locked in eternal torment, but she was wondering if the oldest creatures could be found. The first thing her mother created after birthing her siblings. Monsters with names long forgotten but predating any man-made pantheon. Her heart started to beat harder, and the goddess noted the excitement that was clinging to her bones. Now was not the time to marvel at the creatures she was to encounter. Instead, she had to focus on what was to come. Finally, they reached the end of the stairs.  The wraith lit up several floating fireballs that opened their eyes to the huge hall, welcoming them. She allowed her eyes to observe her surroundings and noticed that there was a huge circular room at the end of the main hallway, faintly lit up but with shadows moving. Perhaps she could find what she was looking for if she walked to the end of the hallway. 


Suddenly, as she stepped into the circular room, she heard a noise akin to a deep rumble.  Something was breathing, something huge. She could feel its breath brush against her body and make her hair and fluffy dress. Despite the wraith fire lights, there was still an immense shadow.  She looked up, defiant and regal. Whatever that was, she realized that it was a heavy creature. Elpis wanted it to see that she was not easily impressed. After all, why would she be? She was a primeval goddess, and existed before any creature that populated the universe. She was the love child of Chaos and Life and would not feel intimidated by anything...or anyone. Kur stirred in the shadowed depths where the earth met the primeval sea. 


A monstrous dragon embodying chaos and the underworld itself. Feared by gods and mortals alike, his story spoke of floods, divine battles, and the fragile balance between creation and destruction. She knew of him, but she was not impressed. The first dragon of the Universe bent his head forward, and she noticed the chains that bound him to the depths of Tartarus. Elpis lifted her head to stare at Kur's maw and the two glowing blue-green orbs he had for eyes. His warm breath was whipping her skin harder than before, but the goddess did not flinch. 


"And who dares disturb my slumber? Speak jailer. Is it another monster you are bringing here?"


"I am standing right before you, Kur. Perhaps you should address me if you want an answer." -Elpis spoke with a solemn and calm tone-


"Address you? How amusing you are, little creature. Humor me. Why should I address you?” 


“Because of all the creatures locked in the depths of Tartarus, none of them compare to me.” 


Kur’s sinister laugh echoed through the room, but the goddess did not flinch. She did not even close her eyes as the wind created by the dragon's laugh whipped her face.  She lifted her head, allowing her gaze to meet his.  Kur stopped laughing once he realized that the woman was not impressed with him. He was one of the most ancient creatures trapped within Tartarus, one from which monsters and gods originated. Who was she to be this bold and unimpressed? Who was she?  She heard the hisses and rattles of the monsters locked in there with Kur. They were growing restless. Elpis tilted her head to the side and cleared her throat to urge the dragon to speak. It was as if she could not hear the ruckus caused by the other monsters. Kur growled with a low voice.


"Who are you?"


"I am your King's wife." 


She decided to introduce herself as Pride's wife to the rest of the world. While they did not have an actual bonding ceremony, she decided that naming him was tantamount to actually being married to him. Kur sneered and blew air from his nostrils. The mere mention of Pride was enough to fill the creature with an unprecedented rage. He hated the King of Hell. He hated this smug little bastard who thought he was better than the God before him. Kur respected Hades but had contempt for Pride. He took advantage of the Seven Sins War to undermine Pride's authority among the monsters locked in Tartarus, and it worked. Pride was aware of that, but he decided not to intervene because he had more pressing matters to deal with.  Kur and the other monsters chained in the darkest pit of Tartarus would be met with his scourge much later. 


"I have no king! And you are /not/ my queen."


"Oh? Are you saying that you do not recognize Pride as your rightful king? He defeated Hades and slew his siblings. He's been ruling the Underworld and had it flourish way better than Lord Hades ever could. Interestingly, you speak as such when you are the one in chains." -Skur's eyes turned red with rage. She hit a nerve, and he wanted to make her pay for her sharp tongue. He screamed at her face; the wind made her hair and dress float and whip the air, but the goddess did not flinch.-


"He was not the one to put me there. And you have quite the mouth, little one. I could kill you if--"


"Oh, but you won't. You can't.  I was giving you a way out to save face, but I see that you are an unrepenting serpent. You disrespected my husband, and I cannot let it slide. Since he is not here to punish you, I will gladly do it on his behalf."


"You talk a big game for something so frail."


"Frail?" 


Elpis scoffed at the word and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes, now two orbs looking like suns against the darkness of her black sclera. Her skin was covered with little stars, and her hands were now glowing white. Her hair was constantly floating around her frame. The air around her grew colder, making the monsters wail and rattle louder.  Her aura grew large, intense, and effortlessly engulfed the room. Her aura was crushing them. Kur felt the shift in the air and the overwhelming aura of the creature before him. He recognized her as a goddess, and it triggered a long-forgotten fury inside him.  He opened his maw, but Elpis increased her aura and forced it shut. She yanked her head back (for theatrics) and opened her hands. 


Suddenly, Life started to burst inside the darkest pit of Tartarus. Hellish flowers grew and pierced the walls, broke the bricks of their prison, and started to cause mayhem. Elpis commanded the vines to wrap around Kur's maw and neck and forced it to hit the floor. Kur tried to shake off the vines, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines held onto him. Elpis walked a couple of steps closer to the dragon. She was small, yet she felt infinite. She was so powerful that Life was able to manifest in the realm of Death. She was able to cause anguish to all the monsters inhabiting the prison, and even worse. He felt fear cling to his bones, and it only fueled his anger. Kur screamed and kept struggling against the vines until Elpis stopped a few inches from his muzzle. 


"Who...Are...You?" -He managed to mumble despite the vines tightly wrapped around his maw.- "What.. Do... You... Want?" -He stopped struggling, reasoning that it would only worsen the situation-


"You assumed I was weak long before I even opened my mouth. I can feel it, your fear. I can feel it cling to your bones. I can feel you wondering who I was. Don't fret, Kur. I will tell you right in a moment. See, I am a goddess, but not just any goddess. You've seen it already.  Life brimming in a place that was not designed for it." 


Her voice went lower, almost unnatural. Her voice reverberated throughout the whole room.  It was deep, suffocating, and ancient. He realized that she was not a young goddess, not one he was aware of. She was older, perhaps even older than him. The dragon blinked, and his front claws scratched the floor. Who was she?  Elpis grinned and put her hand on his snout. This simple touch, which he wouldn't have felt if he were in front of a human, felt like the weight of the world for the dragon.  He could not move and felt that she was not displaying her full potential. Her golden orbs suddenly turned red, and all the Life that burst into the place decayed and turned into dust. Kur was no longer restrained, but he could not move because of her domineering aura. 


"Are...You...Gaea?"


"No. I am better. I am stronger." She took a deep breath and spoke in such a loud and menacing voice that it made the creatures recoil in their cells. Kur writhed, but he did not speak. "Hear me out, all of you who held my husband in contempt. Pride is your rightful king, whether you like it or not. He defeated Hades and took over the Underworld. He emerged victorious in the Seven Sins War. He is what comes after the gods. He is what you should fear because his very essence can influence even the strongest creature locked in there. As his queen, I will always support my King. I will help him conquer the universe and rule over everything. Allow me to introduce myself to you. I am Elpis. Primeval Goddess of Hope, Light, and Despair.  I am Elpis, Daughter of Gaea, the Life Bringer, and better than her because Life bends to my very command. I can create it. I can control it, and I can destroy it.  Hope and despair are my very essence as it exists in every sentient creature, including you. I can lift you up to heights you are not used to, and I can bring you down to depths you never could imagine. I am Elpis! Daughter of Khaos. I have destruction in my veins, and I can level any city, any empire, and any civilization and bring them to nothingness. I am Balance.  I am Power. I am eternal and limitless. And this power, I will use it to help my husband be the best version of himself." -She paused for a brief moment- "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"


Kur realized what Elpis was saying. He finally understood that the creature before him was no mere goddess. She was a primeval goddess, the love child of Khaos and Gaea. A being of supreme power that was still unheard of to this day. He could feel that if she wanted, she could simply erase him from existence. If she wanted, she could destroy the universe. If she wanted... His gaze became far more humble than it was at the start of their encounter. She came to visit him; that could only mean she wanted something. In this world, only the strongest were respected, and Kur had to admit that in this room, the most powerful was Elpis. He had no other choice but to submit. She vouched for Pride, and her endorsement of the Sin forced Kur to submit to him too. Perhaps he misjudged him. Perhaps he was far more powerful than he let on. If her words were to be believed, then Pride was powerful enough to influence him too, and he could not risk losing his mind for a misplaced ego. So he stood up again but lowered his head in an act of submission. 


" To what do I owe your visit, my queen?"


Satisfied with his submission, Elpis's appearance returned to her normal one. Her skin lost its glow and freckled stars to return to her natural brown hue. Her eyes returned to being bumblebees, and her hair dropped on her back. She humbled herself before the dragon, who respected this appearance of her the same as he did her previous one. 


"There is going to be a war. Your king is going to march upon the Prima Donna. We are going to war against the Primeval Gods, and I need to have an army. I want the most powerful creatures to command. I want to kill them all and destroy the pantheon and the Prima Donna to build on top of its ashes. Kur, my child. I know you are eager to be free, and I came to offer you that freedom in exchange for your loyalty. If I release you, would you lead the other monsters in the upcoming war?"


"Your desire is my command, my queen.  If it is carnage you desire, I can give it to you."


"Fine. I will return later. If you behave well, I might ensure a more comfortable existence in your jail. You have perhaps a chance at redemption and freedom, if you serve the King and I well. Think about it carefully, and when I return, I would like to see the army you are promising me." 


She turned on her heels and quickly left the  Pit. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. She was going to have an army, loyal to her, scared of her, and eager to fight her wars for her. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction, and the goddess was taken back to the entrance of the celestial jail. She could not wait to see her beloved and to watch his reaction as she would tell him that she managed to secure an army for them. 


TBC

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Nixus: Violent delights

// Phoenix always makes sure to stay sober and protects Debbie whenever the two go out at night. Here is what happened during a night out. post-meeting Marc. 

xxx


Debbie begged for a night out with Phoenix. It had been a while since Chief Wallace moved into her house, and  Debbie had a moment for herself. She wanted to dance. She wanted to drink and let loose and could only do so with her friend Phoenix. So the honey-haired teacher agreed to go with her. It would be fun after all, to dance until she could no longer stand up. So on Friday night, Debbie went to Phoenix's apartment to get ready. She borrowed a short sequined purple dress with long sleeves, put her hair in a high ponytail, and kept the high heels she wore to work. Debbie was confident and beautiful that night. She blasted some music in the living room through the Bluetooth loudspeaker and danced and drank a glass of wine to pre-game their night out while her friend got ready. 


In her bedroom, Phoenix looked into her closet. She did not know what to wear that night. She hesitated for a long time before finally putting on a white "lingerie" thing-strapped dress, cinching a silver belt on her waist, and putting on a pair of low-cut black boots. Her makeup was light: a pinkish lipstick, pink and silver eyeshadows, and a pink blush. Her hair was let down, and she left her room with a triumphant smile on her lips. She was ready. Debbie whistled at the sight of her best friend and lamented that Nix did not dress up more. The two women laughed and teased each other for a while before Nix grabbed her bag, her keys, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. It was time to go. 


The evening was cut short after a couple of hours. Debbie drank far more than she could handle, and she was sick. Phoenix decided that it would be best to take her home. Despite her best friend vehemently protesting, Phoenix managed to drag her out of the club. Debbie's inebriated rant did not faze the young woman, who held her hand tighter and helped her walk towards the metro. Unfortunately, she felt sick, and the two found a wall Debbie could lean into to puke. Phoenix stood up next to her and noticed a trio walking towards them. She narrowed her blue eyes and quickly scanned the men closing the distance between them. They were dressed in expensive suits, leather shoes, typical businessman's haircut. One dark-skinned black man, the other two were white, but all three of them had that lustful gaze on. 


"Hey, beautiful, do you need some help with your friend?"


"No. We're good. You can keep walking, guys." -She tried to keep a neutral tone, but they took it as an invitation to get closer to her. 


"Aaaww, baby, come on. We noticed you from across the street. You two look like you want to have some more fun. Your friend is hot. I'm sure that her ponytail would look good wrapped around my fist. And you, baby, that big ass of yours, damn! And your lips are so plump that I'm sure you're a good cocksucker. Come on, let's have fun."


" Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me." Debbie's drunken voice pierced the darkness. One of the guys grabbed Debbie's wrist, and she slapped him hard. "I have a boyfriend. I don't care about you fuckers."


"You bitch!" He punched her face, and Debbie fell on the floor with a bloody nose. 


Phoenix's eyes grew wide, and she reacted instinctively. Her palm hit the throat of one of the guys who was standing in front of her. He grabbed his throat and took a couple of steps back. The one next to him tried to punch Nix, but she dodged him and instead kicked his leg. It made him stumble, and she punched him hard in the face, making him fall on the ground. The third man was surprisingly fast, and he superman punched her, hard enough for Phoenix to take several steps back and be conscious enough to cross her arms in front of her face to protect her from a kick that came from the same guy. Debbie screamed and tried to walk towards Phoenix to help her, but she was too drunk to be steady in her steps and fell on the ground. Her nose was still bleeding from the punch she got, so Nix yelled. 


"Stay down, Deb. I got this." 


She shut her eyes tight and opened them again. The man grabbed her hair, but she hit his solar plexus with the flat of her hand, surprising him and cutting air from his lungs long enough for her to then continue with a kick in the stomach and another one in his face, effectively making him fall flat on his stomach. The guy whose trachea she had hit had managed to take his breath back. He ran towards Phoenix and tried to grab her hair. He missed and instead grabbed her arm, but she pulled away from him, once, twice, and finally used the momentum to throw a knee at his midsection.  He took the hit and crumbled on his knees. All three of these men were on the floor, reeling from the pain her punches and kicks gave them. 


She then punched the guy several times in the face, hard enough to make his nose bleed, hard enough to make his mouth bleed, and hard enough to make a couple of teeth fall out. She held his neck and squeezed. She wanted to choke him to death. Her eyes were red from unbridled rage. He started to suffocate and asked for forgiveness. She saw Marc's face, and his pleas snapped her out of it, and she released his neck. They were no longer a threat, and Phoenix could turn around and tend to her friend. She grabbed their bags that were on the floor, took out a tampon from Debbie's, and stuck it in her nose to deal with the bleeding. She then stood up and extended her hand to the brunette, who grabbed her hand back. The two women walked to the metro station.  


"You were amazing. I did not know you could fight."


"I got lucky. I did not know what I was doing. All I wanted was to protect you. I am sorry about your nose."


"Aaahhh, don't sweat it. I used to play sports when I was younger, so this is nothing. Thank you for having my back, babes. Thank you for being a sister to me." -She wrapped her arms around Nix's arm and leaned her head against her shoulder- "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't feel like going home alone."


"You did not have to ask. I'll take care of you. Now rest until we're home, okay?"


Debbie did not answer. She had fallen asleep against the young woman. Phoenix looked at her hands, at what she wanted to do to these men. At the rage she felt when she saw Debbie's blood. Her urges were not gone, quite the contrary. She wanted to kill again. Her hands shook, and her eyes were wide open. This time it was Debbie. What if she were acting like this in front of Marc? She refused to even imagine this situation. It filled her eyes with unshed tears, and she looked at her hands, those hands that were now soaked with blood. Panic started to take root in her heart until she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, let her tears run down her cheeks, and exhaled. Marc's gentle hug came to mind, and she told herself that she did not kill these guys like she could have. She chose to let them live. She was no longer the weapon she was raised to be. She was Phoenix, a woman who protected the people she loved. 


-TBC-


NIXUS: Hotness Galore

Marc had finished his shift and was in the locker room getting ready to go home. He had taken a quick shower to remove the grime of the city, so he would come back clean and refreshed to Phoenix.  Her face flashed in his mind, and he found himself smiling to himself. Since he was alone in the locker room, Marc grabbed his phone and swiftly combed through the contact list to Phoenix's name. He typed a fast "My shift is done, gorgeous. I am coming home soon. Are you still waiting for me?" He waited for a couple of seconds before her reply came, "I am, and I did what you asked from me. I did not touch myself, and to be honest, I am upset you asked me that because I want to do it." Marc chuckled and wrote back. "Good girl. You were very patient today, so you will be rewarded.  I'll give you five minutes to put that toy inside, then I will use the more intense program on you since you've been good. I have the keys, so you would not need to move from wherever you are. Don't fight it. Whatever comes your way, don't ever fight it." He then slid his phone in his pocket and left the locker room. 


He still remembered when they watched TV and an ad about a long-distance controlled wireless sex toy ran on TV. He looked at Phoenix and saw that she was quite entranced by the ad. He asked her if it was something she would want to try, and she confessed that she had toyed around with the idea and wanted to experiment with it with him. She wanted to give him complete control of her pleasure on nights he would come home late or during the weekends he was around, and wanted to tease her differently. He went along with the idea, and a week later, they received the toy and the instructions. It required a little bit of trial and error, but they eventually found what worked best for them. Marc enjoyed coming home to a messy and flustered Phoenix. Watching her literally throw herself at him the minute he crossed her threshold turned him on. She was akin to a vixen, an insatiable Aphrodite who was craving his cock, his touch, and his warmth. 


He liked the way she was excited about it, to give up control to him, knowing he would never abuse it or try to harm her. She was delicate, in a way, and he handled her with care, something which Nix had never experienced before. He liked the way she was ravenous in her desire for him, perhaps hotter than when she was masturbating herself, because this time it was him doing it to her. He liked the way she was hot and wet and sweating from the pleasure the toy gave her. So as promised, once he reached the parking lot, he grabbed his phone again and noticed Phoenix replied, "Yes, Officer Flynn. I'm ready, and I'll wait for you. I'll be a good girl." She was ready, so he simply opened the long-distance controlled app. He looked at the programs and picked the most intense one. 


At her apartment, Phoenix was anticipating Marc's app activation. She was on her couch, wearing her red nightgown. Her heels were digging at the edge of the couch, and her fingers were slowly running up and down her nightgown-clad breasts. She had been waiting for Marc since her shift ended and was having a hard time not giving in to her urges. It had been a couple of days since Marc last touched her. He was working on a case that had him work long shifts and exhausted him to the point that the only thing she could do was run him a bath and keep him cozy and comfortable so he could sleep well. Her arousal was off the charts, but he had told her that she was not to touch herself until he was done with his case. So she obeyed. She did not touch herself, and frustration grew over time. When he reached out to her, her heart skipped several beats, and she bit her bottom lip. 


"Come on...Mon cœur...I'm waiting.... I'm fucking waiting..."  She whispered, eyes closed, while her hands roamed over her ample chest. She had one leg resting on the armrest of the couch while the other was spread to the other side of the couch. She had closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. 


Then it hit her like a brick wall. He had activated the toy, and she knew that he would not stop until he was home. Traffic at this hour was still dense, so she knew that she had at least one hour of constant vibrations inside her. The program started with intense waves that shook her to the core and made her buck her hips against the air.  Her soft moans tore up the silence that had settled in the living room, and she tried to keep her composure and nonchalantly slapped her hand onto the couch while the other squeezed her breast. "Marc.... Haaaan... it feels so good." She barely managed to moan; her legs were shaking, but she managed to keep them open, so if he ever walked into the room, he would see her splayed shamelessly for him. He would see how ready she was for him.  


The waves of pleasure kept hitting her, relentless like the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Ten minutes in, and she reached her first climax. Unable to keep her screams from escaping her lips, she screamed while her body gave in. Her first orgasm was always powerful. After so long spent without touching herself, she could not help herself and squirted on her couch. Her hair was wet from the sweat slowly forming on her scalp, and she ran both hands through her hair while she shifted on the couch and found herself on her back, legs closed and feet on the couch. She felt hot, too hot to keep her nightgown on, so she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. The program did not stop; it was now sending softer and slower vibrations, allowing the woman to take her breath back while still being stimulated.  She wanted Marc to be on top of her, to bend his head down so he could kiss her. 


She wanted his tongue to play with hers while his hips would keep pushing into her at a slow and lazy pace.  Phoenix imagined his hot seed filling her up, while his cock, now semi-erect from his own climax, was still thrusting into her. Marc was hot. His voice was hot. His laboured breathing as he was trying to catch his breath was sending shivers down her spine. Nix's skin by then was covered in goosebumps. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her soft skin, and her pussy was puffy, soaked, wanting more. She wanted Marc to keep fucking her, to keep showing her how much he loved her. Her hips swayed, and before she knew it, she was kneading her other breast, pulling on her nipple with her fingers while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 


Her grunts filled the room, and she slowly brought her hand to her erect clit. She rubbed it in circular motions, slow and lazy to match the speed of the toy, while her other hand was toying with her nipple. She loved the sensation of the toy and the fact that Marc was controlling her at a distance, keeping her at his mercy, was turning her on. Fuck! It felt good not to have to think too hard about what to do. She saw his face in flashes, the flushed cheeks when he was fucking her. She saw the smiles, the gentleness that came in the afterglow. He always knew how to care for her after he turned her into a messy puddle of nerves. He always knew how to reward her, how to comfort her, and how to bring her back to reality gently. How she loved him. Her eyes shot wide open as the thought crossed her mind. She loved him. Yes! She did! Yes, and the realization coupled with the vibrations picking up in intensity tore off a moan from the woman's lips. 


She wanted him home by then. She needed him home, and her mind was filled with the sensation of his hands running over her smooth legs and finding purchase in her hips. She imagined him helping her turn around so she could get on her knees and rest her hands on the couch's armrest. He would ask her to arch her back so he could take her deeper, and he would stretch her from behind. She liked it when he took her like this. He could have a good view of her fat ass jiggling from his thrust. She could glance at him past her shoulder if she bent a bit more forward and turned her head and shoulders around. He could make her suck his fingers while she held onto the armrest for dear life. He could grab her breasts and squeeze and play with them, and on top of it all, he could take her so deep. 


As she put herself in that position, Phoenix bounced her ass in the air. She pushed her ass back and forth as if she was the one fucking Marc. As he sometimes let her do when he stopped moving. He wanted to see her eager for him. He wanted to see her work his cock, and good god! She loved it. She could feel the delicious friction between her legs, coupled with the vibrations that were back to being hard. Nix's feet hit the couch as pleasure was starting to build up inside her. She tried to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but she knew that she could not. His naughty words came to her mind as she remembered how he would tell her she was a good girl, that her pussy was wet for him and so hot, that she was tight, oh so fucking tight and yet she was taking him so well. She rolled her eyes deep into her eye sockets and slowly brought her left hand to her lips. She eagerly trapped the index and middle fingers between her lips and started to suck on them. Suck as if she was sucking Marc.  


It was so much that she was overstimulated everywhere. She could feel her juices seep out of her wet, tight cunt and drip on the couch. It was only a matter of time before she squirted again, so when she did, her screams were muffled by her fingers, and she could feel her legs and the couch being ruined by her juices. It made her breathe heavily, and she pushed herself back to sit on her heels.  She rocked her hips, slowly as the program changed back to a slower rhythm and low intensity again, allowing her to ride her orgasm out and take her breath back.  Her skin was wet, drenched in sweat and juices. Her hair was wet and clinging to her neck and face. Her nipples were hard and a little bit painful from her playing too hard with them. So she only stroked her belly, her thighs,  her neck and ran her fingers through her hair. The program started again, and she slid off the couch. 

Phoenix was on the floor and barely managed to stand up.  She was too hot, so hot that she needed to open the windows, but walking to them was so difficult. Her legs were threatening to give up on her with each step she made, but the teacher managed to open the windows, and the fresh air hit her skin, eliciting a moan from her while she barely held on to her feet. Meanwhile, Marc had finally arrived at the compound. He parked his car and jogged his way to the elevator. Mercifully, he turned off the app once he was inside the building so she would be able to take her breath back before he walked into her place. He was wondering how he would find her. What position, the state of her hair, the state of her skin, the eagerness in her face and the memories of the faces she used to make flashed before him. Eager to see her, tight in his pants already, he used the copy of her keys she gave him to open the door, walk into the apartment and close the door behind him. He dropped his backpack in the hallway and found Phoenix at the window. 


"You're home!" 


She dived into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and noticed that she was shaking in his arms. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and a smirk crept on his lips. " You're home! You're home! You're here!" She kept kissing him, and he carried her to the couch. The night was young, and he was far from being done with her. 

-TBC-

Friday, June 12, 2026

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?



A tear rolled down Lux's cheek. She did not realize she was crying until it fell on her hand. Her eyes grew wide, and she grabbed a pocket mirror to see if she was indeed crying.  One tear turned into a second one, and soon enough, Lux was sobbing in the train. She quickly grabbed a tissue and covered her face, long enough for her to stand up and rush to the train's toilet. She locked herself in and looked at her crying reflection in the mirror.  The redhead rarely cried from sadness. She had cried before, out of frustration about the way the vampire court treated her. 


She had cried before, at the murder of her lover, but these tears reminded her of an old conversation she had had a couple of centuries ago with her older brother Alceste.  She remembered the heavy scent of the centuries-old furniture of their boudoir.  She remembered sitting on a beautiful burgundy couch, a book in her hand, while Alceste was smoking, sitting across the room with the human newspapers in hand. It was a quiet evening, the moon was still young, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense guilt and sadness. It made her cry a couple of tears that fell on the pages of her book and elicited a curious gaze from her brother. 


"What's wrong, sister?"


"Uh... Memories of a distant past. I--- Haven't felt like this in a millennium." -She marveled and retrieved a pocket handkerchief from her dress to dab her tears away.-


"Memories of a distant past, uh? Do you remember how you turned into a vampire?"


"Only that I was given the choice. I do not remember why I forsook the gods I believed in, but I do remember how I felt. It was a pain like no other, a loss so deep and so brutal that it scarred my soul for eternity. I remember wishing I were dead, and then, I remember I wanted to live, but I did not want to feel that pain anymore.  Do you remember why you turned?"


"I hated mankind. I hated the life I was leading. The pain, the injustice... My life was meaningless as a human, and I found meaning in existence with you and our father. I remember how angry I was, and perhaps this anger still lingers to this day. Do you regret parts of the human experience?"


"Not everything." She kept wiping the bloody tears off her face and then felt her lips quiver. "When I was with Paolo, I felt regret for the first time. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to die of old age with him.  My nature makes it impossible for me to savor how precious life can be. He died, and any other fragile creature I have ever been with, all whithered and died. I remained untouched and all the same as the day I was turned. I regret this. Mortality."


"That's why I will never have a human lover unless I can turn them into a vampire. I don't know what you lost when you were still human, but I can tell that the pain of that loss still lingers. I truly hope, dear sister, that you would not fall in love with another human. We barely managed to save you from yourself. I don't think we would be able to stop you again." 


His voice was stern, but she could tell he was worried, given the way his knee was shaking uncontrollably. Lux laughed, a genuine laugh that alleviated her heart. Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks nd she kept wiping them off with the back of her hand until she stopped moving. She then looked at him, gave him a soft smile, and stood up. Her face looked a mess, so she had to clean herself up. 


"Don't worry. I don't intend to fall in love ever again."


The memory faded, and she was back in front of her reflection. Did she really promise Alceste she would never fall in love again? Lux was sincere when she said these words. She wanted to shield her heart from the pain of losing someone she loved, and for centuries, it worked. For centuries, Lux refrained from falling in love with a mortal soul. She would only enjoy their company, enjoy what they had to offer, which was their blood and sometimes sex. And she would try to convince herself that she was happy like this. She would try to convince herself that it was the right way to go. And it worked. It worked so well until... 


Jake. Jake crashed into her life like a wrecking ball. She believed that it was just going to be a one-night stand. It was just going to be some fun moments, a blink of an eye, and she would be on her merry way. She thought he was just some temporary fun, but reality hit her like a brick wall. What was meant to be a one-night stand turned into an unbearable loss that prompted her to find him again. She could not bear to be away from him for far too long. It amused her at first, and she branded him her special human. She had sparkles in her eyes, tingles going down her spine, and into her loins at the mere thought of him. Her heart was skipping several heartbeats, and her brain was filled with memories of Jake Winchester. Quickly enough, she grew attached to him, to the idea of being his Cara. To the idea of being his and only his. Quickly enough, she no longer saw him as a pleasant distraction and acknowledged that she wanted to share her heart with him. Quickly enough, she realized that she had fallen in love with him. 


That shook her to her core. How could she be in love after a century spent trying to avoid it? She tried to run away from Jake upon realizing her feelings and used the excuse of her current investigation and the matters of the vampire court to effectively leave. Yet, even miles away from Jake, the only thing she wanted was to go back to him. The only thing she needed was to be in his arms. Jake... So foolishly human. So full of contradictions and pain. So full of darkness and light.  He was a kindred spirit, a soul so tortured and yet still capable of love. A soul still capable of good, one she wanted to bring peace to. One she wanted to bring comfort to. One she wanted to heal.  Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and she sobbed like a child upon seeing her reflection. She dropped her head, hands holding onto the sink, and simply sobbed. She could not do it again. She could not fall in love with a mortal because if she did, then the same heartbreak would come again. 


Paolo's death led her to the doorsteps of suicide. She wanted to join him in death, could not see a point in living if the soul she loved so dearly was no longer here. Her brother and father fought her, literally and figuratively speaking. They fought so she would remain. They fought so she would not die and leave them alone. They fought so she could see that life was still worth living, even after millennia walking the Earth. She survived this, barely so. She survived this only to fall in love again with another mortal. The idea of losing Jake was unbearable to Lux. She could not fathom going on with her life without him here. Yet what could she do if not let Life do its thing? She refused to turn him into a vampire because it was his wish. He refused to be turned and clung to his humanity. Who was she to trample over his dignity? She would not turn him, but that meant losing him. 


Lux wailed and slowly fell on the toilet's floor.  She wrapped her arms around her frame and pulled her knees up to her face so she could cry into her knees. The only other solution to her pain would be to give up on her immortality and become human again.  This idea shook her to her core, almost made her nauseous to the point of throwing up. She loathed being human and what it entailed. The pain she felt before she turned was still clinging to her bones, still reminding her how being human felt. She remembered the hopelessness, the fear, the disgust, and the void in her heart from her loss. While she could no longer remember what happened to Human Lux, she could still feel it. How could she go back to being like this? How could she wish for a life of misery? 


For Jake, she could. The idea that she could become mortal and lose her powers just so she could be with him was appealing. The idea that she might live a meaningful life with someone who loved her and was willing to share his life with her until the bitter end was appealing. The idea that maybe being human was not the disaster her whole being believed it was when you were with the right person. It was a risk to take, one where perhaps Jake would no longer want her in his life, and she would have given up her immortality for nothing. One where he would grow tired of her, could drop out of the surface of the Earth one cold morning with nothing but her tears for company. There was a chance he broke her heart, and then what? 


Lux was too proud to go back to her Sire and ask him to bite her again. She would rather die than endure this humiliation.  She would rather die than live with that heartbreak for eternity. She would rather die than experience again what humanity gave her. So the idea of becoming human again left her mind as suddenly as it appeared. The truth was that for a brief moment, she went as far as wishing to be human again so she could live with Jake, and the reality of her feelings for him slapped her in the face. She was in love with this human. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to care for him. She wanted to share her life with him and even went as far as considering being human again for him, and that triggered an ancient pain, an old memory of loss and emptiness that made her cry. Was it her destiny? To lose all of the people she had ever loved?  Was it her destiny to live with this unshakable pain that would remind itself to her ever so often? There was pain in love, but oh, her heart craved it and was willing to go through the ordeal for Jake. 


Her special human...

The love of her life....


Jake Winchester.


-TBC-

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

COLBY: Welcome back

COLBY: Welcome back 


Mary put Charles to bed, and just as she closed the door of his bedroom, she heard some noise on the stairs. She carefully walked towards the stairs, worried about a potential intruder, but sighed in relief when she realized it was Tommy.  She stood at the end of the stairs and watched as he climbed them carefully, as if he were trying not to make too much noise and wake his son. When he was a couple of steps away from the end of the stairs, he finally lifted his head, and his intense blue gaze set upon Mary's face. He clenched his jaw and kept climbing the stairs until he was now standing in front of her.  Tom scanned Mary's face. He was looking for a hint of anger or disappointment for coming home this late at night without placing a phone call. He had been gone for months now, unaware of time slipping by. He was so focused on the matters at hand that it did not occur to him to phone Mary or write a letter. It did not occur to him that so much time had passed without giving a proof of life to the worried woman waiting for him at home. 


"I'm home, Mary." -He whispered. Her eyes averted from his face to his chest, and she noticed he had taken off his coat and his blazer. He remained in his shirt and pants with suspenders- "Say something."


She could not speak. Her throat was too tight, too full of sorrows she refused to express. Instead, Mary stared at him with wet eyes and an unreadable expression. Tommy closed the distance between them and cupped her cheek with his calloused hand. She leaned into it, still searching his face as if she wanted to make sure it was reality and not a dream.  He saw sadness written on her face, a sadness she was trying so hard to conceal. Tommy felt his heart break at the sight and was even more confused by her smile. It was faint, but real. She was happy to see him. Swiftly, Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. He slowly brought his arms around her back and gently stroked the delicate skin through her thin cotton pajamas. Tommy furrowed his brows as he felt her body start to shake. 


"Mary?" -He inquired. He wanted to know why she was shaking in his arms. His ears picked up a wet sound, a sniffle, was she... crying? His voice turned soft, and he called her name again- " Mary? What's wrong?"


"I'm fine... I'm fine.... It's just..... I wasn't expecting to see you." - She barely managed to say before sobs choked her voice- "I--It's been so long... Tom. Months... I wasn't sure you would come back. You never called. You never wrote... Charlie, your son.... asked me to tell him more about his dad." He flinched and squeezed her tighter. He buried his head against the crook of her neck. Mary looked up to the ceiling, eyes wet from the tears she was crying. "There had been a time when he did not know if his father liked him. I can only do so much, Tom, but I can't replace you in your son's heart. You have to talk to him. You have to soothe his heart."


He knew she was not saying everything. Mary rarely spoke about herself, and he refused to believe she was unaffected by his prolonged absence. He knew she was holding back on a lot of things about him and wished she could express herself. She still focused on him, still thought about his relationship with his son... and that wrecked his heart. He wanted her to yell at him, to punch his chest, and to cry loudly. He wanted her to be upset for leaving her alone. The notion of Time escaped him at times, and he did not realize how long he had been away from home. By the time his business was done, Tom realized that it had been months. By the time he was on the train home, he realized just how much he was missing his family. By the time she was in his arms, Tom did not want to let her go. 


"I'll talk to him. You should not have shouldered this all by yourself. I--" His jaw clenched, and Tommy swallowed a lump. "I got carried away and did not realize how long it has been since--" She cut him short.


"I'm used to solitude. I have been alone before. I was alone when I joined the family. I have been alone ever since we got together. It's not easy to be alone... But I am used to it." -Her tone wanted to be reassuring, but she ended up breaking down in tears. " But you're home now.... You're home." -She refused to talk about how she felt, yet her tears were a testament to her mind. He gently moved his hands up to her shoulders and slowly pulled her off him so he could look at her face. 


The sight broke his heart. He hated to see Mary cry. He hated to see her soft and warm face wet with tears. He took the time to study her face and noticed that she was exhausted. There were bags under her eyes, her hair was thinner, and he noticed she looked plainer than usual. Was she sick? He then lowered his face and noticed she was thinner than before, paler, more exhausted. He cupped her cheek and stroked the tears off her skin.  He did not see anger on her face, not even a hint of disappointment, and that hurt him more than he cared to admit. Did she give up on them? Did she just accept his shortcomings and not want to confront him anymore? She was not cold to him; he could tell she was genuinely happy to see him, but the melancholic stare she gave him wrecked his heart. 


"Mary, please...Tell me that you are upset with me. Tell me that you are disappointed I came back too late, that I should have written to you or called you. That I should show that I care. Yell at me! Yell at me! Please!" 


She shook her head and slowly pulled away from him so they could walk into their bedroom. He was right, she seemed like a ghost, as if she had been waiting for him for far too long. He followed her into the bedroom, closed the door behind them carefully so it would not wake up their son, and almost flew across the room until he finally wrapped his arms around her waist. 


"Mary...please."


"What use would that be for me to yell at you, Tom? I will cry and yell and stomp my feet, and you will tell me to calm down, you will make promises you won't keep, and we will be back to square one. I don't have the energy to crumble before you. I don't have the energy to pick myself back up." 


She sobbed and covered her face with both hands. She was right, and Tommy knew it. He knew that he had nothing to say that could help soothe her heart. He knew that she did not want to listen to him, but she sought his touch. Her hands wrapped around his, and she lowered her head. Tom went on his knees and slowly turned her around so she could face him. Mary was still crying, but she slowly wrapped her arms around Tommy's shoulders and pulled him into a soft hug.  Tommy felt his heart panic, and while he did not want to let his body betray him, he could not stop his eyes from getting wet. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him harder against her frame. Perhaps that was the worst for Tommy Shelby. His woman was hurt and was still trying to comfort him. He had to make up to her, to make her feel loved again. To make her feel safe again. 


"I only have one request, Tom. Hold me tonight. Hold me tight...Don't ever let me go."


"I won't. I won't..... God, I won't."


-TBC-

Monday, June 8, 2026

NIXUS: trivia and headcanons


Dog or Cat?

Nix " Cat"

Marc: Dog (has nothing against cats, though)


Fish or Meat? (cow, chicken, pork)

Nix: Meat (pork meat is a weakness)

Marc: Meat


Good at giving massages?

Nix: "Yes!  She even has a special oil that gets hotter the more she uses it. Her back massages are killers!"

Marc: doesn't really know. Hasn't given all that many. Nix will have to tell him. And if not, he'll keep practicing until he is.


ticklish?

Nix: "Unfortunately, yes."

Marc: Not especially.


Sensitive?

Nix: "Physically? Oh yes. pain receptors and pleasure receptors make everything great or worse."

Marc: Not overly. He has a high pain tolerance. He grew up with it, it has been part of his job, and to an extent, he is used to it. He is more sensitive to pleasure, or even just a pleasant touch. It's far less familiar, and he's much more aware of a gentle touch than a harsh one. If that makes sense.


Had ice cubes tease your skin?

Nix: No. But she wants to try. She would get goosebumps. Would feel every pass of the cube on her skin.

Marc: No, but is open to trying it with Phoenix.


A sensitive place where you have been kissed that turns you on? (Elbows, armpits, improbable places where a kiss makes your legs weak)

Nix: the inner side of her wrist. She discovered that a kiss there was turning her on.

Marc: His back, or the back of his shoulders. It's nice.


A place she loves to be kissed tenderly. (Forehead, shoulder…) 

Nix: forehead kisses.

Marc: cheek, or neck.


Ever had blindfolded sex?

Nix: once. But it was disappointing. However, imagine being blindfolded and having some ice cubes run over your skin? Now she wants to try it.

Marc: No. He's never trusted someone enough to let them blindfold him. Again, with Nix, he would be willing to try it given some time.


3 words they associate with the other.

Nix: « comfort - trust - safe »

Marc: spontaneous, cute, safe



3 physical things you like about the other.

Nix:


His laugh. It is warm and rich. It makes my heart beat faster and harder in my chest. I can recognize his laugh in a crowded room. 


The way he works his jaw when he’s in deep thinking. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s very focused and careful about what he wants to say. 


The sound of his voice. Especially when he speaks in my ear or whispers against the crook of my neck. When he is turned on and wants me to take over. And when he says, «Oh my god. »


Marc: 


Her most genuine smile, when her face scrunches right up, and she's happy and as cute as a button. 


The way she always smells like jasmine. 


Her curves, especially that ass, that she shows off every chance that she gets.


Would you kill for the other? (Life or death situation)

Nix: Yes. Without hesitation. She wouldn’t like to take a life, but fuck it, if it’s a choice between Marc or the asshole trying to kill him, she would not hesitate.

Marc: Yes. No question. He also would not like to take a life. But to protect Nix, he wouldn't hesitate to do what is necessary .


Are you a good dancer?

Nix: Yes. Trained classically. But her favorite dances are the slow ones.

Marc: ish. He is not a classically trained dancer. But he also isn't the kind of person with two left feet or anything. He's coordinated enough to get through a dance. But we can't say he's had much occasion to dance.