The fire in the grand hearth provided the only light, its flames dancing, casting a warm, hungry orange over the room. Princess Daniela eased back into the luxurious, high-backed red leather chair, the ancient leather sighing beneath her weight. Between her and Prince Jasper rested a small, circular table with an exquisite silver tea service, gleaming dully in the firelight.
She lifted the delicate porcelain cup to her lips, inhaling the sharp, invigorating steam of the Demon's Brew. The tea was a spicy alchemy of cinnamon, smoked paprika, and something far more exotic—a perfect, hot counterpoint to the quiet evening.
"Honestly, Jasper," she murmured, a gentle laugh escaping her.
Princess Daniela, wrapped in a translucent, light-green lace nightgown that offered no modesty, found the sight across from her both endlessly amusing and deeply satisfying. Prince Jasper sat with impeccable, almost military posture, his spine utterly straight, holding his cup and saucer with the practiced grace of a seasoned diplomat. He was also completely naked.
"You are perhaps the only man in all the Kingdoms who could be completely nude and yet look like he is presiding over a state dinner," she teased, taking a slow sip of the smoky brew.
Jasper's lips curved into the slightest, private smile. "Decorum, my dear Daniela, is a matter of bearing, not fabric. And besides," he inclined his head, his dark hair catching the light, "I have no secrets to dress up for you." Jasper let everything be as it was; he wanted it to be. The more one showed, the less secrets one thought you had. But Daniella was another story. She hid everything, and he wondered how long until she sought his guidance.
It was a quiet, powerful declaration, and a trait she admired fiercely—this utter, unapologetic confidence in his own skin, a confidence that felt as ancient and solid as the world itself. But she knew that he harbored as many secrets as her, if not more. Jasper was playing his own high-stakes game of hide-and-seek with the truth. He was just a different player than her.
The heavy, floor-to-ceiling black velvet curtains, hung to keep out the harsh daylight, shifted only slightly, stirred by the faint sea breeze. A sharp, distant cry of a large sea bird punctuated the quiet serenity between them.
Daniela set her cup down with a deliberate clink. "I need to know more about blood magic!" She had been racking her brain for how she could get the information she needed from Jasper. They were allies, but everything had its own price attached. And they both had plans that they didn't want to disclose until they were ready.
Jasper hadn't expected her to take this abrupt route, but he would play her game for now. "I'm not a vampire!" Jasper stated, his gaze fixed on her. If she wanted answers from him, she would need to ask far more specifically.
"Do you expect me to believe that you know nothing about magic? That you couldn't tell me everything about blood magic, wendigos, shades, and fire conjurers?" Her eyebrow raised in question, as she took another sip of her tea, careful not to drink too much, knowing its aphrodisiac-like quality. Jasper smirked but remained silent.
"Are you hungry?" Daniela asked after a heavy sigh. He truly never offered anything for free.
"I could definitely devour something," he answered, his legs uncrossing as he allowed his hardened length to rest on the leather chair beneath him, obvious and beckoning her admiration.
"I think you have to sensitize me to nudity!" Daniela groaned, mocking his lewd action.
"I don't remember you being very bashful!" Tilting his head, he looked up to the ceiling as if trying to recall all the times she had seen him naked or fucking someone. She always seemed incredibly composed.
Daniela gave him a cutting smile. "I'm a lady, after all," she mused.
She scooted her chair closer to his, the antique leather groaning again. Reaching over, she gripped his cock in her small hand. Her fingers closed around his thick, pulsing length, and she began to stroke it, her green eyes never leaving his black ones.
"Why does magic work differently between men and women?" she asked, the question laced with a seductive challenge as his black eyes deepened with hunger.
"Grip me tighter," his words left his throat as a harsh, strained growl. Only for Daniela to loosen her already weak grip.
"Answer me!" If he wanted quid pro quo, he would get it.
Jasper buried his teeth together in a moment of frustration, then closed his eyes, detaching a piece of his soul. Black smoke curled from his skin, swirling and coalescing into a perfect, physical clone of himself.
The Other Jasper stood just as tall, proud, and nude as the original one. He moved with a languid predatory grace to the fireplace, resting his arm on the mantle, his pose demanding respect and authority.
"Why do men have cocks, and women have—" the Other Jasper, leaning against the hearth, began only to be cut off by Daniela.
"I get it, birds fly, fish swim." She tightened her hold on his shaft, continuing the rhythmic stroking as she looked at the Other Jasper silhouetted against the glowing firelight. She pulled her hand from his cock and raised his chin to meet her gaze, a sharp, cheeky smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "Then just explain it—how magic works for men and women. In detail." "Spit." Jasper spat into her palm. She used his own saliva as a lubricant, going back to stroking his erect member.
Both Jasper's eyes turned pitch black, the whites completely taken over by the void. The simple act of making him use his own spit, something he didn't know would happen, was a level of depravity added to his already growing list. The casual way she had executed it was feeding his inner Demon's hunger.
"Men are magic. We draw off our own essence. It's why there is no end. We are magic itself. The power is in the bloodline," the Other Jasper offered. He crossed the soft carpet, his steps silent, until he was kneeling before Daniella, his hand easily parting her legs.
Daniela pressed her delicate foot against his chest, keeping him at a distance, keeping him on his knees. The Other Jasper ran his hands up her calves, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers.
"Women have to gather magic. It's a finite energy that can be used up. Also, unlike men, women only store the energy and expel it. It is not something inherently created by them. And the truth is, women are unlucky," the kneeling Jasper admitted as he easily slid Daniella's extended leg over his shoulder, before she could push him back. He gripped her approaching ankle, expertly sliding her other leg over his shoulder as he moved closer. The translucent lace of her nightgown pooled around her thighs, hiding her womanhood from his greedy eyes.
Looking down at the Other Jasper, Daniela gripped his chin. Her nails dug into his skin, and she forced his eyes up. A thin line of crimson beaded where her nail pierced the skin of his cheek, but the Other Jasper only gave her a playful, challenging grin where the original slap landed. "Why are women unlucky?" Her voice was seductively low as she spoke to him, enjoying the sight of him on his knees—a dog begging for scraps.
"Slap me," the original Jasper commanded, his voice a low, rough murmur as he watched his copy kneeling before her.
Without pause, Daniela reared back and slapped the Other Jasper across the face as hard as she could. The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room. The Other Jasper's head snapped to the side, but he recovered instantly, a playful, challenging grin returning to his blood-streaked lips. Daniela then lifted the same stinging hand and gently stroked the top of the clone's head, an unsettling gesture of dominance and affection.
The original Jasper's hips thrust forward against her hand, as he growled, enjoying how Daniela treated his copy.
"There is no ceiling to magic with men. We are in constant battle. We fight to stay alive, to protect our families. For honor, for sport. We are constantly fighting to be considered the best of our species, of any species." The Other Jasper pushed the fabric aside, exposing her milky thighs and pink pussy to his greedy gaze. His eyes closed on instinct as he took a deep, ragged breath. He could smell her so clearly. Her lips glistened with arousal. Her alluring scent was making it hard for him to think. "But as women, there is a maximum output. And it's by design. Female conjurers need to show that they are impressive enough. But it is personal. They don't need to be the best. Only their best. There is no true danger to it," His thick digit spread her lower lips, the muscles of her cunt contracting on instinct. He used his thumb to rub her clit, smirking as she took a shuddering breath, her teeth clenching as she tried to maintain her focus. "If you're a woman and your magic is just okay, there is no effect. You will not die or lose anything." Slipping his middle finger through her slit, he coated it in her slick juices before plunging deep into her tight, wet cunt. "Women are not pushed to be great. If women were treated like men, then we would fear what they could become. But you have been stifled."
The original Jasper watched as his copy's fingers plunged deeper into her wetness. The squelch was music to his ears as his own palm wrapped around Daniela's smaller one, controlling her movement, forcing her speed to increase as he watched the Other Jasper finger her cunt.
Daniela's free hand gripped the armrest as her nails dug into the leather, leaving holes that would need mending.
"Oh God!" she moaned, her head tilting back as she bucked against his intrusion.
"How does it—" she cut herself off with a sharp, gasping moan.
"My dirty fucking princess! Scream for me!" Jasper demanded. With a violent, shuddering exhale, his great, black wings unfurled from his back, blocking the firelight and creating a shadowy cocoon around Daniela and himself. He grabbed the teacup in time to blow his load into the cup. His Beast was just at the surface, ready to appear, to devour her whole. Not a drop was spilled as he unloaded into the porcelain teacup, mixing his essence with the Demon's Brew.
With his massive wings still acting as a black curtain around them, the kneeling Jasper grinned, knowing exactly what his original body intended. His fingers plunged inside of her faster and faster. Just as she was about to come apart, he pushed one of his fingers into her relaxed asshole, while he fucked her just as furiously on his digits.
"Jasper!" Daniela screamed, as both entrances squeezed his fingers for dear life. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. She stared down at the Other Jasper kneeling before her, as he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of both her holes that remained clenched—one in ecstasy and the other in discomfort.
The original Jasper ran his finger along her cheek, petting her gently as her body tried to relax into the new sensation. As her climax began to build again, her moans echoed around the room. He gripped the top of her head, forcing her to look up at him as he held the teacup at her lips. A few drops of the thick, milky liquid spilled onto her lower lip, and instinctively, her tongue darted out to reclaim it. "Drink!"
Daniela glared up at him, her eyes alight with defiance. Her lips clamped shut as she could feel her orgasm just moments away.
Releasing her head, he lightly ran his fingers along the column of her throat, loving the way she kept swallowing, a silent refusal that only made his smile widen.
"Drink!" he demanded again, his voice devoid of any warmth or hesitation. "Then I'll teach you how to use your magic!"
With her head still tilted back, Daniela parted her lips and allowed him to feed her the Demon's Tea. She tasted the saltiness of his cum, the smokiness of the tea, and a rush of dark, forbidden heat. The original Jasper was transfixed as he watched her slowly drink the thick liquid. Her lips parted ever so slightly as her eyes connected with his own, green clashing with the consuming black. As she swallowed, the original Jasper's thumb gently stroked the column of her throat, guiding the potent mixture down, watching the movement of her esophagus beneath his skin.
"Good girl!" He smiled devilishly as she drank every last drop. Only at the end did he set the cup back down on the wooden table. His thumb traced over her lips before he dipped his head and kissed her hungrily, his lips battling with hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste the remnants of the tea she had just swallowed.
The Other Jasper's fingers moved even faster in and out, the squelching sounds music to his ears. Her gasps were swallowed by the kiss as her body shook. Her fingers clutched onto the original Jasper's chest.
The Other Jasper pulled his fingers from her slick pussy before his face replaced his fingers. His tongue pressed into her depths, sucking out every bit of her juices. His breathing hardened as his demon claws began to form and his fangs descended. The taste of her was driving him mad. Without thought or warning, he plunged his elongated fangs into the swell of her pussy. An action born out of instinct and a ferocious need. His tongue still lapped at her entrance, but he could taste her—not just her juices, but her blood. The taste alone made the Other Jasper come undone, spilling his seed on the floor beneath her feet, as he couldn't control himself.
Daniela cried out in pain as her nails dug into the original Jasper's chest. Both of them looked down at the Other Jasper that had begun to shift into his demon form. The original Jasper was suppressing it in his own body, only for it to emerge in his clone, even if it was only slightly. Not just Daniela was shocked by this, but Jasper himself was intrigued by something he had never seen before.
"Fuck!" Daniela cried out in ecstasy as her body shuddered once more, a second orgasm racking through her, almost painfully.
Jasper waved his hand and the kneeling Jasper became nothing more than smoking shadow, as it slinked its way back into his own body. The Other Jasper vanished instantly, leaving Daniela's legs parted, slick with her juices and smeared with the spilled seed of the clone. A thin line of blood trickled from where the fangs had pierced her vulva, mixing with the fluids on her inner thigh. She was left boneless, slumped in the chair.
Like always, he stripped off her remaining clothes, and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down, before settling behind her, his face buried in the crook of her neck. His tongue licked her skin ever so often, tasting the salty temptation.
Jasper grinned against the skin of her neck as his fingers danced over her sensitive skin. "Do you truly think you can hide anything from me? I'll show you how to use your magic, without hurting yourself." His wandering fingers pressed gently against the bruise on her abdomen—something she had done to herself in the battle room when trying to use magic uninstructed.
He felt her breathing even out, a sign that sleep was finally winning. His tongue darted out and licked a sensitive spot on her neck, and her body shuddered even in her sleep. He let his hand settle on her breast, gently playing with the curve of her soft skin and the perky nipple. His fingers then trailed down her pale stomach until they found the spot where the Other Jasper's fangs had bitten, brushing over the tender injury. Then, his thumb found her clit. She moaned in her sleep and tried to roll away, seeking comfort, but he held her tight to his chest.
Jasper pressed his erection into the deep curve of her ass, his body molding against hers. He mumbled into her neck, "This changes my plans."
His fangs descended once again, fully extended, and he was tempted to plunge them into her perky pink nipple, to watch her pale skin become painted with red. But instead, he hugged her tight and held her close to him. even if his plans had to change, it didn't change his interest. She would still be by his side and in his bed. That was one fact that would never change. They were bound for eternity by the oath they had sworn.
Author's note:
Been a while. Hope you enjoy. The next chapters will be quite interesting.