Cue Thunder

[Nico]

Everhett squirmed in the hunchbacks grasp, his arm hurt from where the teeth had sawed at his flesh- not breaking it, but showing the boy exactly how sharp they were. Blood from the man's venison had splattered somewhat over his brown hair, and his face but the mans kisses wiped some of the gore away.

His breath came in stifled gasps, shrinking from the other's touch as he spoke to him, hummed his perverted pleasures into his ear. He swung his feet, not liking that the other held him so easily. The man's muscles hard against his own, softer skin. Fear ran rampant through his system, the boy's instincts advising him not to fight. To survive... he'd need to be careful. Very, very careful. Everhett listened without speaking as he was given too choices. It was rather clear. He'd submit, or... he'd be eaten. "

Umpf-" The boy tried to keep up with his captor's strides as he dragged him along back to the room he had found his clothing. Eat- Javier? Was that what the brute meant? Oh god.. Or worse, Javier feasting on him.. The boy's face paled.


The Igor seemed to be searching through women's clothing. Everhett caught on rather fast. He clung to his oversized pants, keeping them up, having lost the belt somewhere in the kitchen. Then the large man spoke again. This time questioning him. To Everhett it sounded more like a demand- that he choose, and choose correctly. It could cost him his life.. The boy shifted where he stood, biting his bottom lip hard. Then he padded towards the Igor on bare feet- the man he could not outrun, outfight.. The cannibal that he was trapped with behind giant stone walls that shielded the castle somewhat from the cold, frigid alp winds. He stopped at the big man's side, then stepped in front of him, hesitating only slightly before stretching up to wrap thin arms around the man's large neck. The boy did not make eye contact with the green orbs above him, instead focusing on the bloodied mouth.

Pressing pink lips fast against the Igor's, he licked the remnants of deer blood from around the man's lips, then slipped his tongue against the teeth within, requesting access. His heartbeat thumped in his ears as his tongue slipped past the teeth, praying they would not come biting down. He tasted his captor's saliva, nose brushing his as he turned his head to get deeper; sucking desperately on the man's tongue. The boy's feet straining up on his toes to kiss the Igor, he finally released- sinking back down onto his heels. Smaller hands slipped from the broad shoulders, brushing down large arms, until they clasped before the boy. A strand of saliva dripped from his lips as blue eyes finally looked up at his master, not saying anything for a moment before he answered him,

"Y-your wife." The whisper was barely audible, so the boy spoke up again, "I'm going to be your... wife."




Javier frowned when he got no response after a minute, looking up the dumbwaiter shaft. Perhaps it was the wrong one-

Wait. What was that? It sounded like the box being lowered. The valet waited, expecting the hold to be empty. He would simply set the food inside and it would be hoisted up... The plate crashed to the floor. The man stumbled back, eyes going wide.

What is- what is that?! He turned, running back to the kitchen, hearing the thing behind him break things. Javier wheeled brandishing the pan. He held it steady, keeping it between him and the creature, though his voice shook somewhat.

"Stay back!" Brown eyes flicked from the spindly creature to the exit. Maybe if he inched towards it- Javier began to move, keeping the pan leveled at the strange being. What was it? He'd never seen anything like it. Perhaps it was one of the creatures his mother used to warn them of when they were younger- a demon, a sprite... a creature of the woods? The caves? He didn't like it's beady eyes. Folk tales and superstitions ran through his head, but he had no cross, no holy water... just a heavy pan. It would have to do.

 

[Kadavro]

The Igor nearly snorted at the mannerism of the broken boy before him after he finished his long and pleading kiss. He had offered his tongue to him, so it was only fair that he reward his trust. "Til death do us part, when our bodies will be one." He was really driving in the point that their relationsip was only going to end in one way, which was the large man getting his rocks off from an especially large meal. "I will be leaving your body alone for one month. Eat, excercise, cloth yourself, in ways that will make me glad to have pent in my need for the 'wedding' night." It would be a challenge, but the Igor could always resort to more subtle ways to torment and seduce the boy until he threw himself at him like he had with the kiss. Also always the option of making a go for the servant.

The Gremlin viewed the male infront of him who now seemed to be a believer. Most times that one of his people got as hungry as he had become they would feed off the fear of a group of children before kidnapping one of them, making sure that their stories were spread through gossip, drilled into their heads each night before they slept, up until they grew out of childhood. Out of the comfort of caged cribs for the young of the well to do or from the crowded communal beds of the poor, keeping close for warmth. They no longer needed to stay in their heads at night. The fear of the darkness would remain for the adults, though they no longer truly believed that it was because of malevolent spirits that raised the hairs on their neck as they stroked them with a cold wind. Up until they returned to their homes. Safe in bed, no one else about, no one to hear the rolling in their sleep as they grew paralized by the spirits sitting upon their chests, ready to rape them in their sleep. "I've grown past that." He  didn't specify what he had grown past, so as not to remind about the weakness to iron thing. It hadn't effected him much while around the armor and machines near the less supernatural minded Victor, though it tended to draw strength from whatever it believed in. Best turn on the male sucubus routine. "Fuck me."

 

[Nico]

Everhett felt a faint relief wash over him. The Igor wouldn't "use" him for a month… Wouldn't… what did that mean? Not eat him? The cannibal's earlier chilling words still rang in his mind. D-death? He didn't know how long the man would keep 'that' hunger at bay, but he needed to please him... The boy looked down at the clothes the Igor had been perusing.

"Yes, Master..." At least they are clean clothes. He slipped the oversized, soiled pants from his thin waist, letting them pool at his feet as he bent to retrieve what looked to be socks from what the Igor had sorted.

They were indeed women's stockings. Everhett struggled to pull them up over his soft thighs, then he pulled the frilled bloomers on over them. His gut clenched in humiliation but the boy forced it down, thin legs sliding easily into the soft cotton. Foregoing the dresses, he quickly pulled on a cleaning maid's skirt, over which was tied a apron. Rummaging around he held up what looked to be a... what was it? He turned the thing around in his hands, brows wrinkling. It looked like a frilly belt, with straps hanging from it. Confused, the boy threw it back into the pile. He bent to tug up his stockings again, wondering why the stupid silky things wouldn't stay up.

Slipping off his shirt for a white and black blouse, it hung on slender shoulders and dipped beneath jutting collarbones. The lace tickled his skin and made him blush with humiliation. Lastly, he looked down at a pair of small women's shoes, biting his tongue. He didn't want to dress as a girl! It was humiliating, beneath him-- it cemented he was not only not his own man, but not even a man!

The boy stepped precariously into the slight heels, wobbling a bit, but they fit perfectly on his smaller feet. He swallowed, knowing how he would look, the red blush on his cheeks lighting up his embarrassment. When he had given up on trying to tug the short skirt lower, the boy looked back up at his... "husband." His Master.

"Is this… acceptable, Master?" He whispered softly, adjusting the apron and fiddling with the frilly sleeves of the blouse and hem of the skirt. He wasn't sure he knew the pleasing ways of a woman the Igor wanted him to be, but due to his shame, he was already demurely casting down his eyes, slender knees coming together in a feminine way.




"Grown past-?" Javier glanced down at the pan in his hands. The creature wasn't affected?! Curses.. Had the tales been wrong? What power did this being posses that it could ignore cold Iron? His eyes widened further as the creatures voice turned sultry, the sound of it seemed to smoothly drip into his blood, heating him. Javier dropped the pan, reaching to the countertop to grab a silver spoon. He held it out, brown eyes narrowing with effort,

"I-I will do no such thing. Begone, spirit!" He inched slightly towards the door, spoon shaking slightly. It had to work... All the fables told of burning silver. Or was this thing immune? The strangeness of his situation had him in a precarious state of shock. "I command thee to l-leave!" It would disappear wouldn't it? In a puff of smoke..