Cain’s hand closed on the door’s edge as Rowan stumbled back, eyes lighting up unnaturally as his pupils grew large and black. The demon pushed the door shut behind him as he felt strong hands grasp his shoulders, then the world spun and he felt the air get knocked out of him as his chest hit the floor.

His head spun way too fast for him to react in time, and once it did it was far too late to flee. He felt hot air hit his neck as a quick snuffling sound grew into a deep rumble. Feeling caught, Cain tried to push himself up on all fours, and was immediately stopped by the body looming over him. Sharp, claw like nails sunk into his shoulders and pinned him back down, and as he turned his head to look up he saw bright yellow eyes staring him down. Rowan had him in a painfully tight grip, nails growing and turning sharp enough to pierce through both cloak and shirt until they broke skin.

The deep rumbled increased in volume, and as Cain recognized the sound as a hungry growl all the color drained from his face. Frozen with fear, he watched in horror as the white faded into black in Rowan’s eyes, gaze gaining something sharp and dangerous as it bore into him. The larger man’s lips parted to show sharp canines growing longer by the second, gums darkening as they grew.

The werewolf drew in another deep breath, ruffling the hair at Cain’s neck. He didn’t even realize that he was still pumping the air full of his scent, instincts had completely taken over and his magic was responding as a result. Unfortunately for him, the magical pheromones only seemed to stir the other man on, and as he let out a defeated whimper the drugged artist moved one clawed hand from shoulder to Cain’s neck.

The demon closed his eyes and tensed up as his head was forcefully tilted up, then froze as he felt the warmth of Rowan’s breath brush closer to his skin. A warm but rough tongue dragged across his exposed leck, making his skin crawl with both fear and excitement. He felt the other hand loosen from his shoulder as a hard bulge pressed against his rear. Rowan let out another hoarse growl as his claws dragged down Cain’s side, then settled on his waist and took hold. A rough pull drew a whimper out of the demon as his hips were pulled up and Rowan’s clear excitement pushed back against him.

The realization that perhaps he wasn’t about to get torn to shreds after all had Cain’s brain kick back into gear in a second. As Rowan’s tongue returned to lap at his neck and his hips started rocking against him the demon opened his eyes and set his jaw stubbornly. He let another wave of magic wash over his skin and raised his hips up to meet the artist’s.

The response was instant. The hand on his hip drew up and sunk its claws into his side, catching onto the fabric of his cloak and shirt and pulled. Sharp claws tore through the cloth effortlessly, leaving pale skin with a few red lines exposed. Cain tried his best to assist, hands reaching back to tug at his pants and to pull the cloak out of the way. Rowan didn’t wait, mind to caught up by the incubus’ magic to slow down. Claws tore and ripped, leaving Cain bare and scratched up in no time at all. He didn’t mind, wounds would close up in no time.

When the werewolf reared up to pull of his shirt Cain tried to turn around to lay on his back, but the movement was instantly denied. Rowan put his hand on Cain’s head and slammed him back down, shirt flying to the side with a few rips in it. Rowan’s pants didn’t fare much better, and by the time Cain’s head stopped spinning again the werewolf’s burning need was already grinding up between his cheeks.

The demon tried to protest, wanting to lay on his back to give his wings the reach he needed to wrap around them both. His objections fell on deaf ears and were then efficiently shut up when Rowan pinned him down and pushed his hips against Cain’s ass with no little manner of strength. A surprised gasp broke past the demon’s lips, quickly followed by another as the werewolf pulled back and thrust forwards again without pause. Pain and pleasure made Cain’s mind go blank as his lover pushed on. Overwhelmed by the strong and selfish need of the other, Cain’s magic responded in kind by flooding the air with its sweet scent, which in turn only spurred the werewolf on more to go harder at him.

Hips met hips with quick, strong claps, sweat and need making the going fast and fierce, and Cain’s body welcomed it with a need he couldn’t have imagined before. He could feel the other’s heartbeat thunder above him, could feel the tremors running through the man’s bones as some primal force made them grow dense and restless. He could see hair darken and lengthen then recede back again as Rowan’s body failed to decide on whether to change or not. The werewolf fell into some kind of half done state, mind caught in the trance of Cain’s magic while his own ran wild and made his body crackle with energy begging to be released.

The demon lay mewling beneath him, bare and exposed and covered in countless little scratches left by his sharp claws and rough movements. Rowan let out a feral snarl at the sight, hips moving faster until the demon was practically screaming beneath him, eyes rolled back with pleasure and jaws hanging slack. When his teeth sunk into pale flawless flesh the demon howled, a sound between fear and bliss, completely feral and beyond reason. The demon moved his own body as Rowan held on, blood flooding his mouth as he kept grinding Cain into the ground floor. Eager hips met his and soft fingers clung to his arms and hair, as if desperate to keep him going lest he leave him there, ravaged and incomplete. Rowan eagerly fulfilled that need, claws raking across Cain’s chest possessivly while his hips bore down on him.

He was rewarded with mewls so sweet he thought it was magic, which wasn’t that far off really. The warmth around him pulsed and rippled, a sensation he hadn’t felt before but didn’t object to at all. The demon kept him going restlessly, only driving his hunger further the longer he went on.

When Cain gave in first and sprayed his load on the floor Rowan’s mind went completely blank at last, all sense of awareness gone as his body switched to autopilot. He felt that addictive tightness clench up around him, and the high that brought on had him seeing stars. Still his body moved on, tireless and burning with need sweeter than the scent flooding the air.

Cain kept his feral lover going for hours, each time being amazed at how the man could kept going each time, stamina seemingly endless. He couldn’t have let go of him if he wanted to. Each time their hips met electricity ran up his spin, making his body respond by sending out another wave of magic to entrance the werewolf. It was a cruelly blissful loop, where neither could stop and both were the reason the other was caught.

Despite this, Cain’s body was the first one to give in. His vision swam and grew dark as the searing heat of lovemaking started to give way for a unsettling cold. He vaguely noticed the way his body grew numb, the sticky redness that clung to his arms and steadily grew as Rowan’s claws raked his limbs. He felt a crack more than he heard it, then caught the iron scent of blood that wasn’t his fill the air. A long, black snout dipped past his head and into his vision, stained red. He felt himself be filled more, painfully, as Rowan’s hips changed angle and grew higher. Stiff fur covered in fluids he couldn’t identify brushed against his side, almost affectionately, right before the sharp pain of claws replaced the touch along his sides.

He felt a heavy paw press down on his head, keeping him pinned as something larger, more sadistic took over and slowed the pace. Each thrust grew deeped, more intent, and twice as painful. He felt a bump at the end of that length push against his entrance with each hit. He felt both dread and excitement over the thought of fitting it or not. He might have objected, but with the world darkening and his head thumping there was nothing he could do but lie there and take it. In a way he loved it, but he still felt like he was forgetting something. Cain couldn’t think. Sounds grew muffled. He could hear breathing. His own? No… It laughed at him as he slipped unconscious, and he knew that it would keep going.

A sharp pain brought him back to conscious despite his desire to stay in that comfortable blackness for just a while longer. Cain felt his wings, out for some reason, bent back at a painful angle. There werewolf cackled under its breath, panting and dazed as it was. It held his wings together with one large deformed paw and now Cain could feel what he’d forgotten earlier. Sharp and hot hunger fought with the cold weakness trying to take his conscious back. The wolf giggled something unintelligible, using a voice that was a mix of several sounds one wouldn’t count as voices. It pulled at his wings again, lifting Cain with it as it reared back.

He was left sitting up, legs spread to either side of the werewolf’s thighs. It was still moving its hips, steadily pushing that knot further inside him. Cain’s pulse sped up as his mind cleared up more, the need to finish what he started fighting back the grogginess caused by the blood loss and exhaustion. He could already feel his wounds closing up, body trying its best to retain its flawless and enticing state.

The wolf grunted and jerked its hips up hard. Cain went with it and let out a surprised cry. He felt the warm bump finally slip inside him with a wet pop. His already stuffed insides ached pleasantly as the werewolf filled him up with another climax, free paw moving up to press against Cain’s chest as it thrust its hips desperately at him, knot keeping him stuck on its shaft the entire time.

When the torrent finally ended Cain felt the wolf sag. Without warning the huge beast flopped over onto its side, then rolled belly down and curled up, leaving the demon trapped beneath it, still speared by its stiff member. Cain blinked at black fur as it made no move to stand up again. He tried sending more magic into the air, but the werewolf didn’t move. He tried to pushing at it to squirm free, but dense muscle and slippery wet fur made the effort futile. When it started snoring a bit later he gave up and accepted his fate. His magic didn’t have enough effect and the beast had clearly decided to recharge its energy after that long ride. The demon was stuck crammed beneath it in a very uncomfortable position with no hint of escape in sight.

“...Aw come on…”

And so he spent what remained of that day beneath a mountain of fur and muscle. He managed to pull his wings and tail back inside his body after some struggling, then almost managed to fall asleep some time later. His attempt at rest was completely denied when the beast started to change back in its sleep. What made the matter worse was that Cain couldn’t muster up any more power to spread his magic. He was completely spent. Lasting through that round with the werewolf had drained both magic, regenerating powers, and stamina. When Rowan woke back up he would be, to put it lightly, in trouble.