Ky was living in a madhouse. He thought magic existed, he helped kill a man, and he was living with hallucinations he called demons. He had lost his fucking mind. He wanted to curl up in a ball but instead he had to fix all this insanity.
“Calm yourself, whelp.”
Ky hadn’t noticed his tears until Feral came up and pulled him under his arm. Feral smelled like sex and warm sunshine, and Ky breathed out heavily and leaned against him. He was too tired to be angry. He was too hungry, too confused about everything. There was so much counting on him and he just couldn’t get anything right.
Ky blinked a few times in the warm embrace, trying to clear his vision to see the coyote Relic. There was a new furrow to Feral’s brow as he looked from Magnificent to Ky. “I didn’t mean to yell,” Ky mumbled. “I just… I didn’t want him to control you two.” He stared at where Magnificent was wrapped in his wings. “I just keep fucking up.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking of him,” Feral said gruffly. “It’s his nature. It’s our nature.”
Ky shook his head. Being mind controlled wasn’t nature. There was nothing natural about it.
Feral crouched down and called soothingly to Magnificent. “Seriphous. Come on, the whelp doesn’t know better. The hunger has gotten to his head.” His gaze moved to where Lovely was clutching the floor. The catboy’s claws were red with blood as he licked the hardwood in long strokes, seeking out drops of Feral’s cum. Feral licked his teeth with longing and forced his gaze back. “We’re all affected. Besides, the whelp doesn’t know what he’s saying half the time as it is.”
Ky silently huffed. It might be true for how stupid he felt lately.
“Come on, whelp. You need to talk to him.” Feral looked over his shoulder to where Ky was sulking. “You’re the only one he’s spoken to. That shadow link has to help in some way.”
Ky grasped the dark link on his collar where he felt Magnificent’s energy pulse. He was full of anxiety that he was going to say the wrong thing again, but he knew he couldn’t leave the requiem like this. If Magnificent hurt himself again over something he said, Ky wasn’t sure he’d be able to forgive himself.
“Magnificent?” Ky cautiously slid down on hands and knees and crawled toward the breathing mound of dark feathers. The requiem’s tail was tight around his legs, and Ky took it as a good sign he wasn’t going to strike out if he got too close. Ky took a breath when he realized just how lost Magnificent must be to be hiding like this. It wasn’t like it would actually offer protection if a sorcerer attacked him, but it seemed all Magnificent could muster in defense was to pretend to be invisible.
“I’m sorry.” Ky’s fingers trembled as he carefully sifted through soft feathers to uncover Magnificent. He held his breath when the wings shifted and Ky found himself staring down into a dazzling blue eye. Ky’s heart swelled in his chest, and it was an effort to find his voice again. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Not the way I did.”
It hit him all at once when he saw the self inflicted bruise on Magnificent’s cheek, and Ky’s eyes glittered with tears. “I would never hurt you. I know I look like him, but I would never hurt you like Anselm did,” Ky insisted as he grasped for Feral’s shoulder. “I can’t change my face, and I don’t know how to fix this. I’m not him. I’m not.”
“Frrling.” Feral sighed when Ky buried his teary face against his chest and sobbed. “Once you feed, you’re going to see just how ridiculous you’re acting.” Ky didn’t respond, too busy crying to hear. Feral huffed as tears dripped onto his chest, and he turned to where Magnificent was watching.
“That goes for you too,” he said as he met Magnificent’s dull eyes. “Anselm has been dead for fifteen years. Sure, the whelp looks a bit like him, but Anselm was gray, aged, and a complete tyrant when he died. He wouldn’t know a smile if it bit him on the ass,” Feral muttered as Ky rubbed his face against his chest. “Use that brain of yours, Seriphous. Do you really think Anselm would be bawling like one of those tiny human babes, or that I’d ever let him touch me?”
Magnificent’s wings sounded like smooth paper as they shifted and revealed more of his face, but he didn’t let his guard down completely. His gaze fixed to where Ky was sniffling against Feral’s chest. Feral eyed him warily and soothed a hand down Ky’s back. He ducked his head and spoke into the curl of Ky’s ear.
“You have to understand, whelp, he was there before us. Seriphous was already chained in that underground maze of stone and damp when Thornes and I were captured. Anselm kept him separated so he couldn’t bond and overpower him. Without a bond, we didn’t even know he was really there, not until we moved from that place and could see Seriphous was more than a shadowy tale.
Ky blinked a tear off his lashes as he absorbed what Feral was saying. “He was alone? That entire time?” He pulled his head up and swiped at his eyes with the back of his wrist.
“Seriphous has spent hundreds of years alone,” Feral confirmed quietly, his gaze level with Ky’s. “The only touch he has felt has been Anselm’s cruel experiments, and to be fed from by that beast, Demencious.”
Ky’s eyes widened, and he could only stare in disbelief. “Hundreds of years?”
“Hundreds. You cannot break what is already obliterated.” Feral raised his head up and huffed when he saw Magnificent’s empty expression. “He’s lucky he can remember enough to form a sentence or raise up energy. What he’s been through, it might be kinder to have let him die.”
Ky’s stupor dissolved into a fierce scowl. “Don’t say that.” He shoved his shoulder into Feral and straightened taller where he was sitting. “He survived. Magnificent can be free now. It’s…” Ky’s throat tightened and he had to swallow to find his voice again. “It’s better to die free, right?”
Feral rested on an arm and sighed. There was a new droop to his wings and a shadow in his eyes as he nodded and looked up. “I know I used to think as much.”
Ky turned back to Mag with a shaky smile. Magnificent, I know things are confusing right now. But you’re going to have a new life. One where you can live how you want. One where you don’t have to starve. Ky got onto his knees, carefully inching forward so as not to overwhelm the requiem who still wouldn’t fully reveal himself from beneath his feathery blanket. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just… Ky was at a loss as he met Mag’s gaze. They’re not toys. They’re more than food.
Whelp, you don’t know what you’re saying. Feral came up beside him, an apologetic expression on his face as he looked at Mag. He feeds us. His kind are designed to feed a village the same way an overseer can birth just as many. The requiem keep us alive when there is nothing to feed from. He is a treasure in a desolate world. All requiem are.
Ky turned to him with brows furrowed. I don’t… How? You fed from me, and before that you fed from the rats. You killed them. I don’t understand how he can feed you when he’s been starved for longer than you.
Feral reached forward and carefully held Mag by the wrist. His eyes were sharp as he searched Mag’s face, but the requiem watched impassively. See here, these bumps? Feral gently turned Mag’s arm to show Ky the dark bumps on Mag’s outer arm. You must be very gentle, especially along these orbs. This is where he builds his energy to feed others. They are very sensitive for a requiem, more so when he hungers.
Ky slid across the floor, cross legged as he sat beside Mag and stared at the bump near his shoulder. You mean, he really ‘feeds’ other relics? Like, he gives everyone energy?
It takes touch, connection of flesh and energy. Feral gently stroked fingers along the inside of Mag’s arm. It wakes the ability inside him. Each touch from a relic gifts a little of our energy. He takes it within and builds it up, transforms it into a quantity greater than it could have ever started, and feeds it to the others while also feeding himself. As I said, he is designed to feed a village. Requiem are miracles. Nearly gods who walk among us. They ask only for touch, and in return, they care for all.
Ky stared at the bump, remembering how it had pulsed with light before. Still, his eyes glowed. He was trying to make Lovely…
He’s hungry, whelp. Can you truly be angry when you know someone is starving and wishes only for help? If I didn’t fear his loss of sanity, neither of us would have hesitated. Just, it can be dangerous to feed from one who hungers. I have never heard of a mad requiem; they are protected by villages. But they have powers many relics do not. He can enhance our emotions, control us through suggestion. I have only seen it used to keep the peace but, well… he shrugged. He’s not all there in the head.
For some, a requiem binds. It is not like a simple mating as Thornes and I share. I have never experienced it personally, but it ties the energy together similar to what the sorcerers do. He feeds his mates as long as they are connected no matter the distance.
Ky’s thoughtful, his mind whirring. Feral didn’t seem upset about it at all, like it really was just normal. Even when Lovely went to go to Mag, Feral didn’t seem to mind at all. Lovely hadn’t even tried to fight. He just seemed, well, horny. He, uh, probably likes mates like Lovely, right?
Feral flashed a fang as he glanced to where Lovely was dazed, his head on the floor and ear twitching as he purred. Ky glanced back, seeing Lovely’s tail twitch contently, cum and sweat dripping down his body. Types like my slutty kitten are very susceptible to requiems.
So that makes him easy to control.
Feral rolled his eyes. No, it means someone like Seriphous can sense someone like Thornes would be very good at helping him raise energy to feed many. Do you truly think that arrogant, noble kitten wouldn’t slice the face off of someone if he truly didn’t want to be touched? Thornes is very capable of deciding who he wishes to feed from.
Ky didn’t fully believe him and Feral could read it in his eyes. It is our way, whelp. Would you go up to a human and demand they stop eating just because Relics don’t need to destroy another life to survive? It is just the way of things. Fighting it will not change it.
That first time… when you… Ky’s eyebrows scrunched. He didn’t like to call it feeding. It made it seem so detached, perfunctory. He glanced away, staring at the floor. One of Mag’s feathers had fallen loose and he picked it up, his thumb teasing over the edge. I don’t have sex with people because I’m hungry. It’s not just… just a food thing to me.
Yes, well Thornes has gathered that has been the root of the problem. Feral stared at the top of Ky’s head, watching him avoid his gaze. You have not been the first human to sleep in that bed, whelp. You are the first we have deigned to feed from.
Ky cautiously glanced up, his bangs obscuring his view. Yeah? Even though they couldn’t see you?
A wicked smirked curled Feral’s lips. Do you think we just go around covered in shadows sucking the cum out of anyone who walks into our lair?
Ky’s cheeks turned pink, and he had to look away. I didn’t until you said that…
Feral’s breath was hot as he leaned down and murmured into his ear. You are very special to us, whelp. Not because your eyes shine sometimes. Not because your cum taste like an elixir, and you can use that stupid wand. We enjoy being around you. We enjoy you.
Ky’s head lolled back as lips pressed to the side of his neck. Feral… he whispered breathlessly.
I’m right here. Teeth scraped his throat and lips sucked a rough welt. Gonna give you what you need. His hand combed through Ky’s hair and pushed it from his face so he could see him clearly. Because I want to, whelp. Because fucking you is enjoyable. Pleasurable. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to harm you, understand?
Doubt again weighed Ky down as he looked up into Feral’s gold eyes. You’re bonded to me. If I die then—
You foolish, little chhrrl! Feral grabbed Ky by the back of the head and held him tight so he couldn’t look away. I made a choice.
To save Lovely. Your mate.
To bind my power to you. To keep you alive. To die if you die because living without you—although assuredly far more peaceful—would not be worth it, whelp. Now shut up and let me help you.
I don’t want your help, Ky whispered harshly, tears again threatening.
Then let me love you, you damn imbecile. It’s the same thing to me.
Ky blinked a few times, his mouth gaping open. What?
Not a word, Feral grumbled, a blush to his cheeks as he pulled him close, their lips meeting. If you start bawling, I’m going to go snuggle up to Thornes and leave you hard and hungry.
Ky felt like he was swimming, movements sluggish, throat tight, ears ringing. Feral pushed him down on the floor, his body hovering over his. Does he…? Does Lovely…?
Feral huffed. Of course he does. It’s obnoxious how smitten the damn kitten is with you. When he didn’t slash your face as he did all the others that first time you leaned over the bed to see what was beneath, I knew there was no getting rid of you. He already chose all the way back then. At Ky’s expression, he rolled his eyes. We do not say these things, whelp.
Because you’re Relics?
Because we’re slaves. He slid his hand down Ky’s torso, leaning down, lips brushing his jaw. When it is clear you value something—someone—it is quickly used against you. Thornes has suffered greatly for every affection he has let slip for me in front of Anselm.
Ky stared up at him with wide, sad eyes.
We learned to hide it. It is difficult to change old habits. Difficult to relearn how to live. Glances to Mag, whose feathers were framing his face like a dark halo, his eyes a dull blue as he watched them. But we will relearn. It is either adapt or die, and we relics are very good at adapting. He bent down, kissing Ky’s chest, mouthing down the flat planes. Ky rocked, arching into the hot touch, fingers clawing the floor.
Spread. He pushed Ky’s legs open, only to glare at his pants. I thought I shredded these.
Don’t you dare. Ky grabbed Feral’s hand warningly and with his other unzipped. I barely have anything to wear.
Feral smirked wickedly. I know. It makes it much easier to fuck you.
Ky glared, but his face was flushed and it was hard to breathe with Feral smirking at him like that. Feral’s fingers grasped his waistband, tugging his pants down his legs. Ky gulped, his erection slapping against his abdomen. Fine, he was really horny. Not starving horny—he still wasn’t sure that was a thing for him—but he was painfully aroused and dripping at the thought of sex. He raised a knee, spreading wider once Feral tugged his pants and underwear off his right leg and he was bare, his shoes and socks discarded to the side. Fuck me. Please. I feel… I feel really strange, Ky rasped out as Feral settled between his legs.
Feral leaned down, hair tickling his skin, lips pressing to the inside of his thigh. Ky moaned, his hips thrusting up when Feral sucked hard, leaving a welt on his pale skin. Ky whimpered as Feral slid down his raised leg, kissing around his cock and refusing to suck him. Damn it… fuck. Just take me.
Slowly, whelp. You must take energy first. Touch. Connection. It will build the power in you. Fucking is not enough for one such as you.
Ky shook his head, a desperate cry breaking free when Feral’s mouth opened and pulled his balls into the hot cavern. I’m not… I’m still just human. The words caught in his throat as Feral’s fingers plunged into his entrance without warning. Oh. He raked at Feral’s hair, jerking as his hip was pinned down and fingers stretched into him deep. Feral’s mouth continued to torment him, sucking the taunt flesh of his navel and dipping down to his balls while deliberately ignoring Ky’s flushed, hard cock glistening sticky precum inches away.
Ky gasped for breath, his eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, body feeling far too tight to bear. He couldn’t help but remember his morning with Blood when the Relic had asked where his wings and horns were. He insisted he needed to feed from his energy and had made him wait until he was full of cum before letting him finally orgasm. Was this what they did to requiem, torture them until they felt damn near blind with lust, and only then let them cum? Ky licked his lips unconsciously and raised his knee higher when Feral pushed his leg up. If it was a promise that Feral would fuck his cock and knot into him soon enough, Ky didn’t mind the wait no matter how torturous it felt at the moment.
Feral tongue slid around his rim in wet heat, Ky crying out, his hands twisting into his hair and pulling. Feral… hell. He rocked up, trying to get his wicked tongue deeper, into him, a part of him certain it would sooth the insanity burning through him. Fingers again probed at his entrance, two sliding at his edge, slowly working him open while Feral licked and sucked at the edges of his hole. Ky raised his hand and bit at his wrist to muffle his moans.
Ky’s eyes flew open when something smooth pressed to his face and pushed his hand away. Magnificent? The demon had unfurled from his feathery armor. His eyes glowed as he stared down at Ky while caressing his tail over his face. Ky’s lips parted, his eyes slit as Mag slid the tip into his mouth. Ky wrapped his tongue around the slender appendage, groaning when it twitched and escaped. It rubbed his lips and dripped wet down his chin. Ky twisted, turning to follow, whimpering from the feel of Feral’s fingers slipping from his entrance.
Brat, Feral grumbled. He kissed the swell of his ass as Ky got onto his hands and knees, leaning forward to lick at Mag’s tail. Ky whimpered when it wrapped around his throat, pulling him closer until he was over his lap, mouth breathing heat onto Mag’s thick cock. Precum dribbled from the slit and Ky moaned, leaning down and sucks up the side of his shaft, tonguing over each orb. He sinks the rigid flesh into his mouth. Moaning over the flavor, the thickness as his saliva runs down the length and drips off the contoured edges.
He spreads his thighs, braced on his knees, his ass high in the air as he sucks Mag off, his lips quickly growing sore, arms tired, but he doesn’t care. He needs his cum. His hips rock with his movements, his cock flushed and swaying between his legs.
Ky muffles a cry when Feral grabs his ass and pushes his face into his crack. His tongue darts inside, plunging into his entrance. Ky pulls of Mag’s cock, the head rubbing over his chin while Ky moans. Feral’s tongue is relentless, stretching into him, wetting him on the inside to get him ready for his cock. Mag’s hand presses to the top of his head. Fuck… aw fuck. Ky’s eyes roll back when he’s pushed down again, Mag’s cock sliding thick between his lips and taking his mouth. Mag’s tail coiled twice around Ky’s throat, holding him in place while Ky opened wider to the cock grinding against his tonsils.
Feral crawled up his body and ran his palm down Ky’s throat. Take him deeper, whelp. Take what you need. Let that cock mark you on the inside.
Ky’s brows scrunch, his jaw wide as Mag slips into his throat. Mag hisses into it, his eyes slit and blazing, hands grasping the floor to keep from reaching for Ky and thrusting up into him. It felt like a haze; the scent, the sounds, the lust rising like electricity in the air. Feral growls, his expression dazed as he watched Ky try not to choke as he deep throated the requiem’s dick. He started kissing Ky’s jaw, licking the saliva and precum dripping down, his grip hard as he raked fingernails down Ky’s arms. Ky whimpered, tears escaping even as he wiggled his hips and pushed back, grinding his ass against Feral’s thigh. The throbbing of his hole was only slightly less intense than the one in his dick.
Feral’s hand touched down to the small of Ky’s back as he pushed forward, helping him get the friction he wanted, his thigh hot against his balls. His other grasped Ky’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide. His thumb pushed into his entrance, Ky jolting, his face red as he struggled to drag in air around Mag’s cock and not cry out.
Feral leaned over his back, his mouth on Ky’s ear as he plunged his thumb deeper into his hole. Should have fucked you the moment I got you home. Feral growled darkly, his cock sticky as it slid over his ass cheek. I’ve got what you need, whelp. With enough cum in your slutty hole, you’re going to feel like yourself again.
Saliva gushed down Ky’s chin with his moan. He wanted that. He wanted that so bad. His hand shook as he sought a better grip, avoiding Mag’s chains so he could take him deep again. The requiem’s tail tugged him down before he could get his mouth around his cock, Ky whimpering as Mag’s dick slicked over his face. He licked weakly at the bumps streaked in precum on the side while he felt Feral’s cock slide between his cheeks and seek his hole.
Please, Ky mumbled mindlessly. Need it. Need it so bad. Fuck me.
I know. Fuck, I know. Feral breathed out unsteadily, his eyes closing a moment. I feel your need through the bond. It’s… it’s frrling insanity. He dug fingers into Ky’s hip as he humped shallowly, his tip pressing into his entrance and stretching him open. Ky could feel his seed already spilling, hot and slick around the hard flesh pushing into his channel. He moaned, clinging to Mag’s thighs, gasping lips wetting his navel as he cried out and took his cock.
Feral sinks deeper, Ky opening slowly to the thick flesh. It’s been too long—he knew it wasn’t, but it felt so damn long. He missed this, missed Feral, missed being lost in lust and touch, and desperate cries. Ky stretched open, his entrance gripping the slick shaft, rocking with the rough thrusts driving Feral’s cock in deeper into his channel. Arches, crying out, Mag’s cock wet with his saliva and precum as it finds his parted lip.
Oh… Oh fuck, Ky mumbles against the hot flesh as he feels Feral’s knot at the base of his dick stretch at his rim. The extra pressure was intense, his eyes closing in bliss when Feral thrust forward and his body was pushed open. Oh, yes. Do it.
Feral’s growl curling around his ear, his breath hot as he pins Ky down by the hip, nails biting into his flesh as he pulls him back to meet his forward thrusts. Spread. Take me in. He groaned when Ky clenched and his knot pulsed from the friction. Got so much cum for you. Open up and spread those cheeks wide, whelp.
His knot stretches him wider, edging in, then out, the flesh so slick and overwhelming as it forced him open inch by inch. Ky cries out when it slides home, filling him completely, only to expand and lock into his trembling flesh.
Fuck. Oh, fuck, you’re so big. Ky grasps uselessly at Mag’s sweat slick thighs, his hips jerking with every relentless thrust of Feral’s cock stretching him open and his knot against his prostate. He needed this. Fuck, he needed this so bad. Ky tries to get better leverage, pushing onto his arms, but they’re shaking so much, and he feels feverish, lost. He bucks his hips, getting Feral deeper, then moans at just how much it fills him.
“That’s it, whelp. Take it. Take what you need. Feral hisses when Ky clenches tight, his eyes closing. So hard… so hard to hold back with you. I feel how much you need this.
Slams forward, Ky yelping from the intense pressure, his eyes rolling back a moment. Cum drips wet from around his stretched hole when Feral pushes forward again. Yes. Yes, whelp. This is what you need. Feral’s thrust grow faster, harder, the knot locked into his passage keeping him from escaping every hungry pump of hot cum filling his hole.
Ky can’t stop moaning, his knees shaking as he tries to create a strong enough resistance so Feral can keep fucking him hard. It’s so good, and he can’t remember ever needing it like this before. Ky’s moan is cut off when the tip of Mag’s cock stretched into his mouth, muffling his cries with a wet drip of tangy fluid. Ky jolts, his gasps desperate around the thick flesh as he sank it deeper, welcoming it in and sinking it to the back of his throat. Mag’s tail was tight around his throat, refusing to let him go, and Ky’s body tightened in want with each thrilling clench around his throat.
Heat, dizzy, the world red as his air is blocked by Mag’s thick cock and he’s rocked by Feral’s thrusts. The bumps pulsing determinedly while his underside vibrated with his approaching orgasm. Ky shaking, his mouth dripping crystal as Mag forces him still so he can fuck up into his mouth, filling his throat with his sparking seed. Ky gasping for air, cum drizzling on his face when Mag pulls out, Mag still cumming and painting his hair even though he’s filled him. Ky can’t keep his head up, his moans growing in intensity as Feral’s knot grows even wider, his hips pounding forward with every determined thrust to breed him.
Feral’s growls were wild as he nipped at Ky’s shoulder, licking and sucking the flesh red, his fangs dulled as he clenched the muscle. Ky cried out, flushed, arching, so dizzy with all he was taking. He ground his ass back against Feral, his cheeks wide from the thick cock, trying to bury his cock and knot as deep as he could, riding the thick flesh while he moaned unintelligibly. He could feel Feral’s cum dripping out of him, his ass, thighs and balls wet with the hot fluid. Something suddenly wrapped tight around his throbbing, flushed cock, and Ky tensed with a loud sob.
Fuck. Oh, yes. Ky got his eyes open long enough to see Mag’s tail circling his dick like a vice. Ky’s hips jerked roughly, his head thrown back as he came in long, pearly streams all over his navel, chest, and the floor beneath.
Frrl, Feral gasped when Ky clenched all around him, his passage milking him of every drop of seed he could get. He held his hips tight, slamming into him again and again while Ky sobbed for more. That’s it… that’s it. Feral holds his ass tight, Ky speared on his cock. Ky shudders and grinds to keep Feral in place until his cum stops streaming from him in creamy pulses.
Ky collapses forward with a groan, panting, bleary eyed, his ass impossibly full, skin coated in cum. Mag’s cum is dripping on his lap, and Ky nuzzles between his thighs, licking the tangy fluid in mindless strokes of his tongue while Feral continued to thrust shallowly into his aching hole. Mag’s fingers are gentle as they cautiously twist into his hair.
Mag jerks suddenly, Ky slowly pulling himself together enough to look up when the requiem groans in pain. Mag’s wounds, bruises and half heeled cuts flare in a burst of energy, blood flowing free before they suddenly heal. Ky can’t look away, watching mag’s expression twist in a mix of agony and bliss. He’s beautiful and Ky’s heart wrenches to know a dark part of him doesn’t want him to be different, doesn’t want him fixed just so long as he’ll stay with him. Someone so perfect would surely rush to leave this boring town and pathetic wanna be sorcerer if he were sane.
A white curtain of silk fluttered across Ky’s view, and he blinked when Lovely suddenly knelt beside Mag. Feral stiffened behind him, but Mag seemed barely aware when Lovely, his eyes still dazed, leaned down and began to lick one of the glowing orbs on Mag’s arm. Lov moans, a shudder taking his entire body, his eyes closed in ecstasy. His lips run wet circles, kissing and sucking the bump while his tongue caressed more energy free. Mag makes a strange noise, a melodic purr, and Lovely joins in with his soothing thrum as he feeds from the requiem.