Commission: Djemonique - Preview 3

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"James stirred, his eyes fighting against the dry sleep in their corners. There was an odd sensation filling him, like the dying embers of a bonfire, reminding him of what he'd experienced. Was it all a dream? It couldn’t have been real after all.
“You're awake,” the serene voice of his lover filled his ears.
He woke at that, looking up from where he was laying to see her sitting above him. There was a loving smile on her lips, and gently she was running her fingers through his dark hair. Surprisingly she wasn’t the thing that drew his attention though.
The room was bright, and it didn’t take a genius to see it wasn’t his. He shot up, looking around at the high walls, the gold coloured walls and the great bay window that took up the whole of the wall across from them. There was a huge double door of fine wood, and he finally noticed he was seated atop a gold coloured desk; it wasn’t cold like metal so it had to be painted such.
He had to rub some of the stiffness from his jaw before he could finally speak. “Where are we?” he asked, a stitch of concern in his voice. If a bronze like him was caught in one of the mega metropolises… he didn’t want to imagine what the consequences would be.
He felt her hand on his back, reassuring him of her presence. “This is my office,” she told him calmly.
Turning to her he was met by her lips on his forehead, making him suddenly aware that he was eye level with her collar bone at best. He remembered how she floated before and found his gaze drifting down to see, but no. Her plump rear was as firmly pressed against the top of her desk as his was. Was she always taller than him and he just didn’t notice in the dark? He also couldn’t help noticing the way her breasts were straining the buttons of her blouse. There were little gaps that were giving little windows to the pale flesh struggling to be contained within.
Had he just not noticed so much about her in the dark? With the new light he could also finally put his finger on those rose quartz eyes of her. Her pupils were distorted. They weren’t the round spheres of a human, or even the slits of a cat, but somewhere between. They were top heavy, and as she looked at him fondly he could see with each blink she dared to take that they flared open to adapt to the dark, and turned into near perfect hearts.
Hearts trained firmly on him. “I needed your essence to have the energy to take you here. We're not in your world anymore but mine, and I can finally introduce myself proper.”
She rested a hand over her bust, straightening proudly and making their height difference all the more noticeable. “I am Djemonique la Contre-croix Omega II. Daughter of Chauvelle la Contre-croix, queen of the Omegas. Future queen of the colony Flashlight,” her smile widened into a grin that showed her fangs between her pink lips, “And as of last night my love, your secret wife,” she told him with a childlike giddiness that tinted her cheeks with blush.
There was a lot to unpack, as James tried to wrap his head around everything she'd just told him. Other worlds, queens, something about a flashlight, but the most striking to him in it all, “W-wife?” he stammered.
Djemonique's elation faded to worry, her rose coloured eyes widening to dinner plates. “I-if you don’t approve I don’t need to be a wife my love,” she stumbled over her words nervously, rising to her feet. “I would be just as happy as a girlfriend, or partner.”
It was strange seeing the woman that had so dominated him earlier suddenly nervous as a crushing school girl. Especially with her being such a tall, sexy vision of womanhood. It was almost cute to know she was at least somewhat what he could consider human.
“N-no, wife is fine,” he tried to reassure her. “Just it’s a bit fast is all. I've only just met you.”
Redness tinted her cheeks, and she looked away with a fond smile. “I’ve known you for a long time James,” she told him, bringing her hands together in front of her and toying with her nails. “Ever since I was assigned to you, I've known you would be my true love.”
Her true love. Looking down at his desk there were a few in a small card holder, sitting proper in the corner right next to a picture of him from when he was barely a teen. The golden cards he'd always somehow collected.
“I was starting to think you may never accept my advances,” she murmured, brushing a lock of her white hair behind her long ear.
She'd been trying to get his attention since he was a kid, well over a decade. James found himself flushing, eyes nervously looking to the floor. “I-if I'd known,” he stammered, trying to think of what he could say to reassure the beauty.
With a bare few clacks of her heels her long legs carried her to him. She took his chin in her fingers, those long nails grazing his skin as she lifted his gaze to hers. “It doesn’t matter,” she purred with a delicious smile on her lips. “You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”
As soon as the words finished rolling over her tongue she leaned in, taking him in their first proper kiss. She was perfect, her lips parting to let her tongue taste his mouth, but not delve deep like a randy teen. Her teeth grazed lightly, the ever so slight reminder of danger as she nibbled on his lower lip. He on the other hand was awkward, feeling the heat in his face as he tried to respond to her actions. James was even sure he may have accidentally licked her nose at one point; it tasted divine.
With a giggle Djemonique broke their embrace, running a hand over his thigh where he was already starting to develop another hard on for her. He'd masturbated before, the idea of going again so soon after was baffling to him. Normally it would be tender and retreating, but he felt full of vigor; like something about her had him ready and willing. There were still other things on his mind though.
“You still have questions,” the inhuman woman straightened, toying with her hair again. She had a minxy little smirk, her lovely eyes darting to his groin before jumping away. “I can wait my love, I want your full attention this time when we make love.”
Her talking about going again made him flush, and he nervously crossed his legs to hide himself. He still had his pants, redone up by his lover when she brought him here, but he suddenly felt very aware she'd forgone his top and left him half naked in this encounter.
He took a moment to clear his throat, looking away from her radiance to try and calm himself. “What was all that about flashlights and omega queens?” he asked, not quite remembering her whole introduction.
Djemonique couldn’t help chuckling, covering her lips with her hand as she did to his her smile. “My mother, Chauvelle le Contre-croix, is queen of the Omega group, of which I am a part. One of the duties to which I have been assigned as her daughter is the colonization of Flashlight; Flashlight being what we call your world my love,” she explained matter of factly.
“Why flashlight?” he interrupted, purely out of curiosity.
The girl gave a shrug that her wings mimed. “We’ve looked at a lot of worlds. You start running out of names eventually so we started naming promising ones after tools, to distinguish them from the rest,” she answered simply, turning her gaze back to him with a smile.
Her answers though just raised more questions. “So what’s the omega part Djay-“ he tried to roll her name off his tongue, but French had never been a strong suit for him.
“You can just call me Dezzie,” she offered with a cute little grin before moving on. “Omega is our own world, one of a few that we define as groups. I guess the closest parallel you would understand would be to call us 'monsters'. The Omega group is full of my kind,” she said, spreading her wings and letting her tail curl around her leg. “We have a few defining traits we Omega monsters. We generally feed off life essence in one way or another, whether drinking blood, draining body heat, or like my species specifically,” she licked her lips, letting her rose eyes drift to the bulge still in James’ pants, “absorbing it sexually.”
He throbbed a bit at that, though rightfully found the statement terrifying. “So you’re going to drain my life away?” he asked defensively.
Dezzie perked up. “What? No my love,” she replied, coming over and cupping his cheek. “Just your climax releases more than enough to sate my appetites, and then some. It’s almost too much, I need to find things to put all the excess to use to or else I'd become ill.”
Her touch was full of care, gentle on his skin, and he found himself reaching up to take her hand in his own. He trusted her. “So what makes my world, Flashlight, promising compared to another world?”
She rose once more, curling her arms under her bust and walking towards the window. It was the first time he'd seen her from behind, able to see the expanse of her rear squeezed into the undersized pencil skirt she wore to complete her professional business attire. Each involuntary sway of her tail offered a peek beneath, granting the boy glimpses of her lacy black thong underneath that only served to remind him of last night’s encounter.
“My species in particular have a problem. We require sexual essence to survive, and we mate for life. Unfortunately that doesn’t bode well for our birthrates,” she got to the window, placing her hand on it as she looked out on the city. “My kind are born three to one favoring women, so there just aren’t enough men to go around. Bisexuality is common, and there are cases of lesbianism, but we gain little sustenance from members of the same sex. Men give, women receive. Trying to take from something made only to receive, well,” she broke off, fingers curling into a pained fist as she struggled with difficult memories. “It doesn’t go well.
“That’s why we've been looking at Flashlight. Your society has an abundance of individuals you’re not even using, who could solve the problems of Omega a dozen times over,” she finished, turning to James with a smile. “When things go well with you of course my love.”
He nodded along, blushing lightly when he caught her loving look. “So you’re like, the Omega princess then?”
Dezzie gave a laugh. “Something like that, yes,” she replied, fixing her white locks around her horns. “As such it’s my responsibility to make sure my people, really all the Omega monsters, live well and thrive.”
It was then he caught it, with the window lighting her divine silhouette. The white colour of her hair wasn’t consistent. It was subtle, but there were lines, perfectly spaced along the length of her long locks, and barely a handful of shades darker. “Your hair,” James muttered out, trying to put the compliment together in his head. It was all still very new to him. “It has beautiful lines.”
It was Dezzie's turn to blush, the monster girl shyly looking to the floor. “You noticed them?” she smiled, toying with one of the long strands. “Of course you would, you’re my soulmate after all.”
She turned her back fully to him, the clawed tips of her wings collecting her pristine straight hair and fanning it out to show off the pattern. It was almost like a web, the stark white broken by medium platinum bands across, and a very light grey coming down from her scalp. Their subtle shades mixed where they crossed, making little dots of shadow one would only ever see when she displayed it like this.
“This is what it looks like naturally, but I can change it to anything you could want my love,” as she spoke the lines changed thickness.
As the bands widened they shifted through colours, cyan to a brilliant magenta then yellow. Meanwhile her lines did the same, stretching out into their neighboring strands as her hair looked briefly like a kaleidoscope of colours. Where they crossed, the dark spots, were the most beautiful of colours from a natural strawberry blonde, to the deepest midnight blue-black that even put his own dark locks to shame. When she was done playing waves of natural scarlet curls tumbled down her back, making her look nearly like a completely different woman.
She turned to look at him, and even with such a drastic change those rose eyes were the same, holding their deep fondness for him. “I actually liked it best before,” he told her, finding the words easier, “The white highlighted your eyes better.”
When she blushed the pink ran through her hair, making it almost the same hue as her rose coloured hearts. “Thank you,” she squeaked out, cupping her cheeks as she tried to focus her hair back to normal.
There was one more thing at the forefront of his mind. “You mate for life?”
Dezzie’s mischievous grin returned, and she floated over to him. He felt his breath catch in his throat, as he was face to face with her impressive bust. Over the edges of her suit jacket he could make out her stiff nipples through her blouse, like little beacons of her arousal. “Yes,” she purred, running her nails up his thigh as she spoke. “Once one of my kind has tasted the essence of a partner three times our bond becomes eternal. We become intrinsically linked, in our very souls, to the point infidelity on either part becomes a pain worse than death.”
He wasn’t sure if that was supposed to comfort or terrify him, but it did the latter in spades. “So if we…” he trailed off, fingers curling on the desk. “If I were to sleep with someone else it would hurt you?”
She took his hand in hers, pressing it to her chest so he could feel her heartbeat. “It would hurt both of us my love. You have not felt pain like the betrayal of true love. Few survive the experience.”
James swallowed thickly. That feeling of danger was back in full force, as he tore his gaze up from her bust to her heart filled rose eyes. The way she looked at him, with her hand on his, looking into his eyes and ready at the drop of a hat to take his lips with her own. It was different than how his mother strung a man along; he had no doubt she would be true to her word, and love him forever.
He questioned his own faithfulness though, and the future he was trying to forge for himself. To Lizzy back at home, with no one to look out for her. “I’m not sure Dezzie,” he admitted, his gaze drifting down.
She took his chin, gifting him with another of her perfect kisses. “We still have two more times before you are bound my love,” she whispered. “Take me now, with your full passion, and when we are done I will send you back to Flashlight to think on it.”" - "Djemonique" by Madam Materia