"I know it's strange." Wolf Like Me; Lera Lynn, Shovels & Rope.
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It wasn't long after Hell's massive civil war that Ren once again finds herself heaving over Stephen Strange's toilet in the Sanctum Sanctorum. As the adrenaline had left the succubus' body, the withdrawal symptoms came back tenfold. The painful detox, paired with the exhaustion and fatigue from the use of her destructive sorcery, her physical condition had become less than ideal.
Stephen, hearing the retching sounds from the bathroom, quickly makes his way there. He finds Ren, her face pale and sweat-soaked hair clinging to her forehead. He gently pulls her hair back as she continues to empty the contents of her stomach.
"Easy, Ren," he murmurs, his voice filled with concern. "Just breathe."
When the wave of nausea finally subsides, Ren leans back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, her breathing ragged. Stephen fetches a damp cloth and gently wipes her face, removing the sweat and traces of black ooze dripping down her chin.
"I thought the worst of the withdrawals were over. This fuckin' sucks," Ren rasps, her voice hoarse.
Stephen sighs, "The battle, the magic you used, it must've taken a toll on your system. It's likely exacerbating the symptoms."
Ren nods weakly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "This. Fucking. Sucks," she groans in frustration and exhaustion.
He takes her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "I know. But I'm here to help you through it."
Stephen helps Ren to her feet and, as he goes to guide her to the bedroom, she stops.
"I need to brush my fuckin' teeth, this is fuckin' gross," she grumbles.
Once she's finished, he brings her into the bedroom and lays her down on the bed. As he goes to sit beside her, the succubus looks up at him with a sudden hunger in her eyes and Stephen huffs a laugh as he shakes his head, immediately recognizing that look on her face.
"Do you feel well enough to feed?" He asks softly as he runs a hand through her hair.
"I feel like hot fuckin' shit," Ren grunts, and, with a sigh, she shakes her head. "But it isn't like I have much of a choice," she murmurs, and Stephen furrows his brow as he looks down at her.
"You always have a choice," he says softly, and Ren rolls her eyes.
"Starving myself is not an option, Magic Mike. Now shut up and fuck me," she says as a low growl of hunger leaves her chest and a smirk crosses her features.
"Always such a needy brat," Stephen mutters before leaning down and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
Ren moans into his mouth and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. As their tongues dance together, Stephen's hands glide along her robes, instantly disrobing her with a single touch of sorcery.
