Lust (hiatus)

Tujic

Pointless arguments feel like the foundation of my life now. I'm sorry if this is bad. I'm not really feeling it recently. That's why it took so long. I am sorry. I am also working on a new book, but Lust is nearly coming to an end, so it should be out soon! Also, I changed it so that there won't be any full-on smut scenes, but I will add some heated scenes, or to the best of my ability.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, sweet pea?"

"Ice cream? I ate all my veggies!"

"Not tonight, Eli. You had some last night." I said, laying back on the black leather couch. After Leon had gone off and killed a servent I accidentally tripped over in the hallway, I was a little exasperated. The Storm period is rough, let me tell you, but the buffer period is rougher.

"Papa!" Eli screeched once Leon walked in. She ran into his arms as he pulled her onto his hip. At this point, she had gotten used to him being all bloody. Her cute little forked tail swayed behind her as Leon tapped her button nose. We had her turned last week, so she was still getting used to the tail and horns, but she looked cute. Especially when she falls over because of the wight; it's absolutely adorable. "Ice cream?"

"Not tonight, baby. You're already too hyper as it is, and it's time for bed." Eli began pouting and whining, but after a while, she finally calmed down enough for us to put her to bed. After walking out of her room, Leon and I shared an exhausted look.

"She's cute, but damn is she a lot." He said, blue eyes shining vividly. "I don't regret anything for a second, though." I nod in agreement as we walk down the dark hallways, tile floor creaking under our weight. Leon grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers tightly.

"I'm sorry about today, Kitten. I shouldn't have killed anyone."

"You act like you're not gonna do it again tomorrow,"  I spoke snarkily. He shrugged before looking at me lustfully, or in his normal manner for what he is. I pushed him by the chest, palm flat over his heart. I looked up and smiled at him before mouthing a quick 'I love you.'

He squeezed my hand a little bit tighter. His scally wings fluttering behind him in happiness. The large ram horns, twisting and curling out of his skill, boy did I want to pull them down and capture his lips.

So that's exactly what I did.

His lips were soft, as usual. I still wasn't sure if he used chapstick or if licking blood has the same properties. I didn't think about it as I pulled him horns even closer, nearly shoving our faces together and opening my mouth to make way for his tongue. I had never really been this brave with my advances, but I wanted him, and I wanted him NOW.

We pulled away, breathing heavy, gripping onto each other, staring into each other's eyes. He smiled brightly, showing off all his perfect, pearly whites. I smiled so wide I couldn't see, eyes creasing into crescent moons. He kissed my eyelid gently, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom.

The second the large oak door closed, he was on me. Pushing me against the door and kissing a trail down my neck and onto my shoulderblade, leaving a trail of soft lovebites before coming to rest on my trapezius. My mewling moans came out in short pants. He lifted his head to look me dead in the eyes.

"Do you really wanna do this?"

All I could do was smirk and pull him right back in.

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Waking up the next morning was miserable.

There was something awfully uncomfortable about my mouth, and things sticking out from my back. Leon was already awake when I first opened my eyes, and he just stared at me lovingly, not take his eyes off me for a second.

"Go look in the mirror, Kit." So I did just that.

A figure with short pink hair stared back at me, like always, but there was something off about it. Something wooshing behind it. I turned slightly.

"Christ almighty!" There they were, a pair of black as night, feathered wings. Just underneath them was a small pink whip coming out from my lower back. The tail was the same color as my hair and was about two and a half feet, not quite coming to rest on the floor. The very end of the smooth rope ended with a heart, the tip pointed out as to be more dangerous. That wasn't it, though. I looked back to the mirror and opened my mouth to see what had been causing my discomfort.

It wasn't the love bites on my throat or the fact that my jaw would probably be broken after last night, no, it was that my normal, human tongue had been replaced by a forked, snakelike one. I lifted it to reveal a set of extremely sharp teeth. Every tooth in my mouth had been pointed like a razor.

I ran my new tongue over my new teeth, not even feeling that I had drawn blood. It leaked through my lips and down my mouth without me ever feeling it. I spun around to Leon like a madman before jumping on the bed and curling next to him. He pulled his arms around me and I smiled so bright that tear began pooling out of my eyes.

"I love it," I said, blood and tears coating his hand as he came to whip the aforementioned fluids from my face.

"I'm glad, but now that you've transformed, we have a job to do." I knew that was true. He did say that the day of my transformation we would have to head out, we were already so behind schedule they had to move the due date twice.

I frowned but jumped up, happy to get a little family outing again, this time no one with think twice about me. We got dressed, Leon throwing on a nice, white dress shirt, some black pants, place business shoes, and combing his hair into his classic slick. Come on, what else would he wear? Oh yeah, he also threw on his black leather jacket. He wouldn't let that thing go, he would even wear it if it didn't match his outfit. Honestly, I was starting to think he loved that jacket more than me. I wouldn't be surprised.

I put on a black, skin-tight shirt, with the wings and tail caught out. I had to get Leon to help me, trust me, you don't want to know. Then some white skinny jeans with the knees ripped, and black combat boots.

We slipped out of the bedroom, ready to pack up Eli for the trip. Walking hand and hand down the hallway, laughing and talking, even if I did had a little lisp due to the drastic changes of literally everything sitting in my mouth. When we got to the oak door that held Eli, I took a second to admire all the drawings and pictures she taped on the outside. Pictures of us getting ice cream, or at the park, drawings of us holding hands like a family. We were a family now. We pushed open the door, hearts sinking at what we saw.

Nothing,

and the window was open...