Dark Interests Ch. 02

"Integrate! What do you mean, integrate?" Daemon asked, suddenly very concerned.

Young looked at the Countess for approval and once she dipped her head in acknowledgement he said, "Countess Karnstein has briefed me on your lineage. If your father was indeed from a lower realm, a...ahem...demon, then it stands to reason that you are also only part human." Young stopped to watch how Daemon would react.

Mini had been trying to slowly slide behind the Countess once she had heard the word demon Her large brown eyes had stayed pinned to Daemon, a sliver of fear chasing away her normal cheer. For his part the young man didn't seem surprised. It was something he had thought a lot about and if there was one good thing that came of Amy telling him about his parents when he was so young, it was the acceptance he could now show to the situation.

Seeing no adverse reaction Young continued. "Demons, along with several other creatures of the Clave, are considered creatures of magic. Magic is a part of them from the beginning. It's in their cells and their genes and makes up their very existence. Being repressed for so long means that your magic nature has never been able to grow with you. What this means in the long run, I have no idea, perhaps the Countess would know." Young glanced at Mircalla but she remained motionless. "But for now I think it just means that you'll have trouble using that part of you."

"So I won't be able to do magic?" Daemon asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Mage magic? Sure, so long as you know the necessary frameworks and don't flood the branches, which may take you a bit of getting used to. The good news is: I doubt you could get Mana oversaturation, like other mages do, which means you could throw out more consistently strong spells than your fully human counterparts. In fact, it may be a good thing if you do. It could force your body to adjust to Mana. Using magic from the other side of you though? Direct effect magic? That may take you longer to learn, or you may never be able to."

"Test him Master Young." Countess Karnstein's voice rang out, cutting through the discussion before he could say more.

"As you wish, Countess," Mr. Young said with a seated bow.

The old man slowly opened the vial, his fingers shaking from age, and tipped the contents out onto the top of his briefcase. Daemon looked at the little pile of confetti with a raised eyebrow. He had been expecting a flash or maybe a puff of smoke. Even a mumbled Alakazam would have been nice. This whole magic testing thing was proving to be quite anticlimactic.

"We will begin with tier one magic," Young said as he picked up a golden strip of paper and held it out to Daemon. "Time."

Daemon looked at the piece of paper resting on his palm, wondering if he was meant to do something, blow on it maybe? After fifteen seconds of nothing happening Young reached out and collected the piece of paper. He didn't seem worried and simply rolled it up into a ball between his fingers before dropping it on his briefcase table.

"Space." Young held up another strip for Daemon to see. This one was a deep dark blue that bordered on black. Once again the pair watched the piece of paper resting on Daemon's palm. Once again nothing happened and it got turned into a little ball.

"Light or Life." This piece of paper was pure white and Daemon shouted in surprise when after five seconds of being on his palm it burst into flame. Young looked over at Mircalla and said, "High talent in Life magic." He looked Daemon in the eye and smiled causing the wrinkles around his eyes to grow. "No doubt from your mother. Perhaps House Larsson will once more stand as the House of Light. Let's see, next we have...Dark."

The strip of matte black paper he tried to place on Daemon's hand burst into shadowy flames before it even reached the young man's palm. For the first time that night Young looked surprised, his eyes going wide and his eyebrows jumping up his wrinkled forehead. Karnstein nodded quietly to herself, the movement unseen.

"What does that mean?" Daemon asked the old man.

"Affinity to the Dark." Young pulled his pocket square out and dabbed at his brow again. "Perhaps from your father? I would expect a Lust Demon to have an affinity for Flesh. Curious." Young pulled out a blood red piece of paper from the dwindling pile. "Quick, try this."

The piece of paper smoked a little but other than that nothing exciting happened and Young's scowl deepend. Daemon looked at him and couldn't help but ask. "What?"

"Low talent for Flesh," he said before breaking into a soft mumble as he talked to himself. Daemon caught the words strange, curious, really, and why shadow not flesh.

"Continue with the exam Master Young!" Countess Karnstein said, breaking him from his train of thought.

What followed after that was much of the same. Young would pull out a piece of paper, each one representing a different school of magic as shown by the varying colours. Daemon held each in turn and Young judged him on the reaction of each colour. The final results were quite surprising.

Young scooped up the few rolled balls of paper and deposited them back in the vial before throwing it into his case. Next he pulled out a notepad and a small wooden pencil that had been sharpened to about an inch of its life. Daemon watched the well used rubber on its end bob and weave as the old man wrote inside the book, mumbling all the while, before finally tearing off the page and handing it to Daemon.

"Congratulations Daemon, if you study hard i think you could make a most excellent Mage. These are your results. Once you are formally registered with the Clave this will be recorded in our logs," he said as Daemon glanced down.

Daemon Larsson a.k.a O'Connor, Heir to House Larsson, Noble House of Light.

Age: 18.

Sex: Male.

Affinity: Dark (Tier I).

High Talent: Light (Tier I), Earth (Tier II), Fire (Tier II).

Medium Talent: Air (Tier II), Telepathy (Tier III), Telekinesis (Tier II).

Low Talent: Water (Tier II), Flesh (Tier I).

No Talent: Time (Tier I), Space (Tier I), Precognition (Tier III), Spiritual Bridging (Tier III), Augmentation (Tier IV).

Code: Black.

"Do not worry Daemon, your code along with your talents will be hidden from most. That sort of information requires a high level of clearance after all, I just wrote it in for your knowledge." Standing up, Young gave Daemon a pat on the head - like one would a child - and tottered over to the Countess. "By your leave, Countess."

Daemon watched the old man make his way out of the room, followed closely by the Countess, before looking back down at the piece of paper he held loosely in his hand. Excitement and confusion swirled around and around in his head and he let out a deep sigh.

***

Noonday light filled the small apartment bedroom. The light streaming through the open window reflected off the full length mirror fastened to the open wardrobe door and blinded Karl as he squinted down at his penis which was buried to the hilt in the ripe black cunt of his Drow lover.

His fingers gripped her around the waist as he pushed her slowly off his swollen cock. He looked down and watched her nether lips, a dark glistening purple like a plum that lightened to a soft off pink closer to her intimate hole, stretch as they tried to hold onto him. With almost gleeful satisfaction he waited till just his sharpened tip was nestled at her moist entrance before pulling her back violently to shove his entire length into her.

Sivra's muffled screams filled the room as the flesh of her shapely ass rippled under Karl's vicious thrusts. Her cobalt coloured hair lay stuck to her midnight skin with sweat.

"Fuck yeah baby!" Karl grunted as he bottomed out in her only to pull back and do it all again. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, it was the reason he left the door to his wardrobe open after all, and admired the way his toned form glistened with sweat. He collected the wet strands plastered across Sivra's naked back and twisted them around his knuckles. "You feel so fucking amazing!"

Sivra gripped the bed sheets and bucked back into the thrusting member, moaning like a wanton slut, just the way she knew he liked, as the hard meat slid easily between her folds to stir her molten depths. Sivra's pointed teeth were bared in a vicious snarl as Karl pulled on her hair, forcing her back to arch.

"OHHH FUUUUCK!" Sivra yelled out, giving the grunting gargoyle what he wanted. She knew she needed to stroke his ego as much as his cock if she were going to get information from him. The smack of his balls as they swung forward, heavy and pendulous, to hit her dripping slit added more stimulus and she was only half acting when she continued to yell out. "THERE! RIGHT THERE! GIVE ME MORE BABY! FUCK ME RIGHT THERE! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK MY PUSSY!"

Sweat dripped down Karl's back, following his spine to slide into his ass crack as he huffed and puffed. The pair's wild thrashing was filling the room with the sharp tangy smell of Sivra's over stimulated sex juices and the unconcious secretions of the Gargoyle's pheromones.

WIth his chest heaving from exertion Karl shoved the Drow's face back into the pillow, his other hand pushing down on her lower back so she would arc her ass up just right. The sunlight room sparkled off the intricate star burst markings that dotted her lithe figure and were so white against her black skin.

"Baby, I'm getting close!" he hissed as he wiped sweat from his brow and continued to ram himself into her violently with long hard thrusts that pushed her face deeper into the pillow and spread the cheeks of her ass wide. He looked down at her and got the perfect view of her dark ass and not much else, she was folded in on herself so much.

"Just keep fucking me!" came the muffled reply. "I'm so fucking close!"

Karl slapped her ass, the firm muscle rebounding and shaking under his palm, and Sivra hissed as the sharp pain followed by a slow burn sent little electric tingles to her snatch. Karl spanked her again, harder this time, and was rewarded with another hiss and moan from the sex-crazed Drow as she pushed her ass back against him violently.

Sivra pushed herself up onto her elbows and spat a few strands of her own sweaty hair out of her mouth as she looked over her shoulder. Karl had a firm grip on her slim waist as sweat glistened on his thin toned body and collected in the creases of his abs as he forced himself into her.

The Drow reached for her swaying breasts and tweaked her own nipple. The little nub of pleasure was much thicker and longer than a human's, and she let out a throaty moan as she twisted it viciously between her sharp nails.

Sivra could feel her vagina drip continuously between her legs, the naturally copious amounts of fluid secreted by elves during sex coating Karl's shaft and balls before running along the inside of her thighs and down to cover the sheets. The renewed flow meant she was close. No sooner had the thought hit her than she felt it coming and barely managed to get the words out before pain spiked through her.

"BABY- COMING!"

Karl, used to a Drow's version of an orgasm by now, pushed himself as deeply as he could go and held still. Sivra screamed and had to bite down on the bed sheets to muffle the noise as the undulating walls of her seething cunt closed around Karl's cock and squeezed, the soft tissue molding to every bump and ridge that covered his swollen tool.

Karl felt her vagina grip him like a vice, so tight it bordered on painful, and yet so blissfully warm and wet and smooth that he almost came on the spot which would have been a shame because then he may have missed the next part of a Drow's orgasm.

Sivra pulled one more time at her nipple, just to feel one more spark of painful pleasure, before going motionless. Her eyes scrunched up as she breathed through the building wave of pleasure that radiated from her fully stuffed pussy.

The walls of her cunt, now tight to an unbelievable level, seemed to ripple over Karl's cock and he let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as the heated walls massaged him. His hands, still gripping Sivra's fleshy ass, clenched automatically as her insides continued to ripple and roll around his member before pulling at it.

Karl leant forward as the pulling pressure on his cock increased. It was like getting a hand job inside her cunt. The Dark Elf's sex tried to pull him deeper into her so his head would pierce into her cervix and Sivra could do nothing but hold still. Her tight wet walls relaxed for a second before pulling at him again. Breathing through his mouth to try and prolong the blissful sensation the Gargoyle could do nothing but marvel at a dark elf's biology. The tempo of suck and release increased to toe curling levels and Karl couldn't stop it anymore.

His balls tightened as the first wave of his own orgasm swept through him. He gritted his teeth as his seed blew through his cock and - aided by the rhythmic pulling of the Elf's pussy - flooded into her uterus, his seed coating her inner walls in scalding heat

"FUUURRRRRGGGGGG-" he moaned, long and loud, as the elf's greedy snatch literally milked the seed from his balls.

"That's it baby, just like that, come in me," Sivra cooed at him, knowing how much he liked her dirty talk as her dripping wet snatch fluttered over his pulsing tool. "Give me all that hot, sticky, cum. I can feel you filling me up. Oooh baby, I don't think my greedy little cunt can take much more."

Sivra shivered at the feeling of him emptying into her. The starburst tattoos covering her body in white flowing patterns glowed in time with the thick jizz that was coating her insides. New energy zipped along the meridians in her body as she stole the energy from an incompatible mate's seed to add to her energy stores.

Little tremors shook her body as the final dregs of Karl's sperm hit her insides and gave her tiny little shocks of pleasure, her own orgasm dying down as her pussy let go of its death grip on his penis. Karl slipped out of her as he slowly deflated.

Sivra slumped forward onto her belly as she digested the magical meal she just had. She glanced to the side and met the heavy lidded eyes of Karl. He was going to fall asleep soon, she just knew it. Frustrated that she couldn't savour the moment the dark elf turned herself around and wriggled up so she could lay on the pillow next to him.

Her goal was always information, but if there was one thing she enjoyed about her job it was the regular energy top ups she received when she got screwed by the dim Gargoyle. He wasn't a bad fuck, she admitted, and Gargoyles had a fairly respectable amount of inherent magic - they turned into fucking stone monsters at night for fuck's sake. He was just dumb as shit and often confused their relationship. He thought she along with every other female in the world wanted him, and for the sake of the information he provided she let him think so.

"So tell me, what news do you have and what do you know about the ripple we felt yesterday?" she asked him

Karls smiled at her as he prepared to tell the Drow everything.

Author's Note:

So that's chapter 2 done. One more remaining in the introductory arc and then everything will pick up.

Warning: There will be harem elements added slowly as the story progresses and relationships develop. Also there will be some minor gore and darker tones in certain scenes in the coming chapters but such scenes will be marked. Oh and as I tried to hint at with the final scene, non-human sexual scenes will also become prevalent across a wide range of races and creatures.

Hope you enjoyed it. Rate, comment and share. Thanks!

Chapter 03 coming soon...ish?

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