Maerchentic Superiority
#7 of Maerchentic
"Maerchentic Superiority"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters and places within are copyright (c) 2004 K.M. Hirosaki.
This is the seventh installment of my 'Maerchentic' series. It can be read on its own, but it might make a lot more sense if you read the other parts.
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The creature known as Auri was like some sickening joke. However he had come to be in the first place definitely wasn't normal, even by already abnormal standards. In the end, though, that didn't matter. He was still a joke.
Laximer didn't technically have a name, but he had gone by that label for so long, now, and it was just as good as any other, really. He didn't delude himself into thinking that being associated with a word did anything to tie him more closely to the existence of mortals. Theirs, after all, was something that was separate from him, and beneath him. That was what made Auri's 'condition' such an unusual case.
In other circumstances, Laximer might have thought of Auri as someone to be pitied. He was so close to being something other--something better--than mortal, and yet mortal he was. But Laximer had no sympathy for the linsang-thing. He had heard the stories. Auri thought of himself as something more than what he was. He flaunted it, acting as if he were something special and something to be feared and admired, when in reality, he was just some freak.
So, no, Laximer had no pity for that. He had contempt. The linsang-thing was trying to claim some birthright that wasn't his, all while being so painfully oblivious to the truth. And all the while, his attitude and behavior were a scalding insult to the likes of those who really were something transmundane.
From what Laximer knew, Auri thought of himself as some kind of incubus or emotional vampire. At the rate he was going, Laximer wouldn't have been surprised if he began styling himself as some god of lust within a century or so. That was beyond folly.
Auri wouldn't just stumble onto the truth on his own, either. He would need to be shown the way of proper etiquette and behavior for one of his special station in the grand scheme of things. Laximer had decided, selflessly, that he would be up to the task.
He knew that Auri was far too haughty, arrogant, and full of himself to 'let' himself be shown, though. No, the linsang-thing needed something more up his own alley, so that he'd be better acclimated to see reality for what it was when it came to stare him in the face. Laximer knew just how to do that, too.
Laximer knew that Auri thought of himself as some kind of supernatural predator. Ergo, he would need his prey. Laximer needed to be able to play the role properly, to bring the linsang into a sense of security. Stories were rife in regards to the types of men that Auri tended to choose for his victims, but those trends were varied and far from stereotypical. Sometimes, he would choose people who were arguably more proud than he was, so he could revel in their shattered glory. Other times, he would pick those who were already meek and timid, and savor their fear. Neither of those extremes suited Laximer, and his façade would show through eventually if he needed to keep the act up for too long.
The lupine form that he'd had had been slender, graceful, and whimsically styled onto the border of androgyny. That was too close to Auri's own physical self, though, and so Laximer had determined that he would need something different. When it came time to reinvent his corporeal self, Laximer the wolf ceased to be, allowing Laximer the entity itself to exist in its stead for less than a moment before it reformed into Laximer the kangaroo.
His new body was extreme in its lack of extremes. He was tall, but not too tall. He was athletic, but not too muscular. He was handsome, but not impossibly beautiful to behold. But he was far from plain. Laximer allowed himself a few embellishments. The shape of his large marsupial feet was so damned near perfect that he could have made a comfortable mortal living off of modeling them. His new 'natural' body scent was over-edged pheromonally to give himself a tiny, unfair, subconscious advantage. Finally, just to complete the package (pun intended), Laximer decided to not be shy about his endowment; there was no pretense of overcompensation when he already knew that he was better.
What came next was the tricky part, but at the same time, it was also the fun part. Near as Laximer could tell, Auri was emotionally telesthetic, but he most likely wasn't an outright mind reader. That left the kangaroo to mystically project a false set of emotions, to set the bait. If things went as Laximer planned, then Auri would never see past that screen to get a hint of the true intentions that lay on the other side.
A navy blue silk shirt, loose enough to leave things to the imagination, contrasted the tannish-colored fur of Laximer's body. It was designed to bring out the blue of his eyes, also, which were touched up with the barest hint of actual, store-bought makeup. Leather pants clung to his legs, and these were definitely not loose like the shirt was. Sandals were strapped to his feet, covering the club's barefoot policy, but allowing for maximum display potential. A trio of earrings dangled from his right ear, glittering gold, silver, and bronze apiece. He looked, in his own opinion, like he was just assuming enough.
Auri had been easy enough to track down. Extrasensory perception had its advantages in detecting ripples in the fabric of mortal reality, and it was especially simple for something so base and currish as the linsang. His presence was such that Laximer hadn't even needed to enter the club to know that Auri was inside. It hadn't surprised the kangaroo at all, either, to find that the linsang would be in such a place; for someone who thought that he was so high and mighty and above mortal, did he even realize that he essentially fed off of trash?
Most probably, the linsang thought that he was looking inconspicuous. His own choice of attire could hardly be considered slutty: a pair of dark khaki casual slacks, and a tight black t-shirt with a lighter brown overshirt. Regardless, even without the 'dressed to kill' look, subtle mannerisms betrayed his hauteur. Oh, it was nothing that any of the mortal clientele would ever stand a chance at noticing, of course, which Auri might have been counting on, but which Laximer rather thought he was merely oblivious to altogether. A grim smile plastered itself over the kangaroo's snout. This was going to be too easy.
Laximer tried to keep thoughts of contemptuous glee out of his head, but he couldn't eradicate all of it. It was no matter, though. Deceiving the linsang-thing was a mere parlor trick. The kangaroo choose a seat near the bar itself, away from the flashing lights of the dance floor, and ordered himself a drink. Then, as he sat there, he manifested the false emotional vibes of somebody who was uncontrollably and painfully horny, but who was also too ashamed to admit it, even to himself.
That was the laying of the trap. Now, he needed to herd Auri into the right position, and close it. It wasn't enough to just sit there. No, that, in and of itself, wasn't guaranteed to get any attention. He needed to let the linsang know that he was interested. Not only interested, but also too self-conscious to do anything about it. That'd make Auri think that he was in control of the whole situation, and that was exactly what Laximer needed him to think.
The linsang was on the dance floor, of course. His attempts to look casual were admirable, Laximer had to admit, but he was definitely on the prowl. Laximer could feel Auri's measly powers fingering out into the crowd, scanning emotions and states of mind. The kangaroo was still outside of that immediate probing, though. Being careful with his drink, and with the position and facing of where he sat, Laximer made sure to take 'secretive' glances that would last a half second too long, checking out Auri's body. Looking at it in person for the first time, Laximer just knew that the linsang had used his minor magical talents to smooth out some rough edges; it would be so like him to have cheated in making himself more attractive.
Still, he hadn't done a bad job. He looked almost--almost--like his beauty was legitimate. Laximer found the curves of the linsang's legs especially nice. He'd always had a weakness for good-looking legs, for some reason. The way that Auri's ankles moved as his legs shifted about while dancing was alluring, more so even than the long, banded tail that brushed down against the back of one of his calves. Laximer also had to admit that transition from thighs, to rump, to hips was a lovely one as well, cheating or no.
What Auri had mainly succeeded in doing, though, was to have given Laximer the perfect set of reasons to be staring. The kangaroo knew that the linsang thought he was hot shit, and it didn't take anything mystical to tell when you were being stared at for long enough. Sooner or later, Auri would notice the 'apprehensive attraction' directed at him, and then he'd zone in. In the meantime, Laximer just needed to concentrate, steal glances, and wait.
Maybe Laximer was just too engrossed in his own trick, or maybe Auri was just that good at what he did, because the kangaroo almost didn't notice the linsang approaching him before it was too late. There was a split second's worth of brief surprise, but it wasn't enough to get through Laximer's shield of bogus emotions, he knew. At the moment, the linsang-thing wasn't exuding enough of an aura to have been scanning quite that deeply, even ignoring Laximer's assumption that the block was entirely foolproof, anyway.
The clucking of the linsang's tongue seemed to cut through the ambient noise of the crowd. "One of those kind of nights, huh?" Auri asked, sliding his lithe form down onto the stool next to Laximer before he scooted it closer. The kangaroo had to fight to resist the urge to grin as Auri took his bait.
Laximer had ensured that he spoke with a soft yet flawless hint of an accent, like someone who had left his homeland while still very young. "What... what kind of night would that be?" he asked back, adding a tinge of anxiety and fear to his emotional smokescreen. His face was a perfect mask to reflect the same.
The linsang turned on the swivel-seat so that one of his feet tapped at the side of Laximer's shin. It stroked up and down just a few inches, subtly, hidden from sight in the shadow underneath the bar. "I think you know what kind of night I mean," the linsang said, voice less flirty and more direct. He leaned forward, holding eye contact, looking like he was about to say something more, but then, at the last instant, turned to face the bar. Three of his delicate-looking fingers rapped on the hardwood paneling just as the barkeep was ambling past. "Two more of the same, here," he said, pointing to Laximer's almost-empty glass.
Even as Laximer decided to speak again, to keep on playing the part, Auri cut him off. The linsang's foot slid down and then away, while he leaned further forward still. With the bartender busy, he was able to speak loud enough to be nice and clear without being overheard. "What I mean," he said, "is that you've been staring at my ass for about half an hour now, and the look in your eyes is saying that's all you care about."
When Laximer grinned, he didn't even have to force it. It was a smirk worthy of himself for having gotten Auri to play into his hands so easily. Phony embarrassment entered the mix, now, and he let out an accented chuckle. "Well, can you blame me?" he asked, making himself sound like he was trying to brush things off and yet still keep flirting. God, this Auri was a pushover.
"Oh, of course not," the linsang replied, with feigned flirty pity thrown into his voice, meant to be endearing. Laximer was inwardly bemused by such antics, but he didn't show it. "A healthy, horny guy like yourself has his needs, just like anyone else," the linsang continued. "Just like guys like me."
Auri brushed his fingers along the length of Laximer's forearm, and after hesitating for the appropriate halted moment, the kangaroo curled his fingers back to do the same. When he did, he was legitimately amazed at how silky and soft the linsang had managed to get his fur. Laximer could tell, with his hypersensitive touch, that it wasn't due to any magic tricks or the like; this Auri actually legitimately took care and pride in keeping himself nice and clean and well-groomed. That bothered the kangaroo for some reason, maybe because it was just one more needless mundanity.
"Guys like you?" Laximer asked, letting his smirk curl up all the more. "What, you mean cheap sluts?" He let his own disdain slip through in those words, though he made them 'feel' like they were a friendly jibe, just another maneuver in the social fencing match.
The linsang giggled at that, and he sounded like a girl. "Hey, come now," he said, rubbing a pair of fingertips into the pulse point of Laximer's wrist. "Is that any way to treat someone who's offering you exactly what it is you want?"
'You have no idea of the truth behind those words you speak, linsang-thing,' Laximer thought to himself. The thrill that this was giving him was indescribable. He was going to relish it so much when he brought Auri's world crashing down around him. "I guess that depends on how you wanted to be treated, huh?" he asked instead, blatantly grabbing the linsang's ass, in public view, and squeezing one of those toned cheeks.
Auri's tail curled and flicked back, and with a truly satisfied smile, he murmured back to Laximer, "Depends on how desperate you are for the comforting touch of a warm and sensual body." It was awful, the way that such a simple sentence could convey such hubris. Pride was reserved for those who truly deserved it, and Auri did not qualify.
"You're telling me it's that obvious?" the kangaroo said, raising one eyebrow. Of course it was 'obvious.' That was the crux of laying the trap, and this wretch was too stupid, too damned lowly to see things for what they were. The true 'obvious' thing was so far beyond his sight that Laximer almost laughed at him.
The striped tail drifted to one side, tickling at the kangaroo's forearm before it was taken away, and then it curled itself down over the exposed tops of his feet. "You just admitted it," the linsang said, sticking the little pink tip of his tongue out between his sharp little front teeth.
It was then that the bartender returned with the pair of drinks that Auri had ordered, and the linsang picked one up, striking a traditional pose for cheers. "But, then, as you have already said, my friend," he continued, "I'm not one for shyness, either." Laximer clinked glasses with him, and both took a brief, ritualistic sip before smiling back at one another. Auri thought that he was getting what he wanted, but Laximer knew otherwise.
"Your place, then," Laximer said, flushing out his aura with a wave of boldness. "That is, if you're so un-shy and not just merely an easy lay." It was so easy and so tempting to keep goading the poor bastard from behind those impenetrable walls.
"Not just merely an easy lay," Auri replied, responding to it like it had been a serious question. "I'm also--dare I say--a pretty fantastic lay, and I don't think you'll be disappointed in your choice of piece of ass for this evening's festivities."
Teeth showed through the kangaroo's grin. "I don't doubt that a bit," he said, taking the opportunity to down the rest of his drink, finishing with a strong shiver. The taste burned nicely. He was corporeal enough that things physical still had an effect on him, but he wasn't in any danger of getting drunk, or, at least not off of such a small amount of alcohol.
"I still haven't told you my name, yet, you realize," the linsang pointed out.
Laximer delighted in the irony of it all. "Do I need to know it?" he asked.
"Touché. At any rate, since it was my offer, my place is just fine," Auri said. He took his time with his own beverage, savoring it. Laximer took his turn to savor the smug look on the linsang's face. It wouldn't be long now until the painful truth smacked that look right clear away.
There was no pretense after that. They paid for the drinks, and then hastily made an exit. Auri hailed a cab, and had the driver take them to one of the local hotels, which Laximer knew just from the name was someplace upscale. If the linsang had to be mortal trash, he had the presence of self to put himself at the top of the pile, at least nominally.
Laximer let some of his own actual anticipation leak out for Auri to pick up on. So close now to their destination, the linsang would have to have been expecting the giddiness. Auri brought them to the executive level, and produced a key that opened the door to one of the most exquisite and lavish chamber suites that Laximer had ever seen in person. So, this was the so-called 'high life' of the mundane world. It held a certain appeal... in a quaint way, of course.
Silk and satin of deepest blue clung to the walls as drapery, and to the large bed as coverings. Gold trim lined the décor, from the headboard, to the picture frames, to the repeating key design that went around all four walls up near the ceiling. The rumors of Auri using his wiles and ways to accumulate a small fortune were true, it seemed. Not just anyone could afford this kind of luxury, even for a single night.
"It's a shame that leather is hardly ever the sort of style that goes with place of this caliber," Auri said, as he spun around on those dainty legs of his. "Because I really am quite fond of it." With those words, he pressed on hand flush against the front of the kangaroo's thigh, and rubbed upward with his palm.
Laximer grinned back into the linsang's face, and used just a single finger to pet the pretty young man on the side of the face. "Is it really the leather that you care about right now?" he asked, voice low.
Auri's tongue clicked again, and he shifted another half step forward. "Oh, definitely," he said, as his hand moved higher. "Just because there's a nice, thick cock waiting for me on the other side doesn't make the leather itself any less appealing." The linsang's fingers closed down over the tight crotch of Laximer's pants, and he began to grope and fondle shamelessly. Laximer gasped; he hadn't been in a carnal situation in quite some time, and the pleasurable sensation caught him off-guard.
The kangaroo began to swell within the leather. In his previous lupine form, on instances when sexual contact had been necessary, he'd been able to get himself ready, of course, but it had been longer still before that since he had last been intentionally aroused by another. Auri's touch even through the heavy fabric was so skilled (and obviously experienced) that the layer of leather separating flesh from flesh almost didn't matter. Quickly, Laximer pulled his concentration back, not wanting anything to slip on the metaphysical side.
"Leather's got a special feel to it," Auri murmured, as his other hand slipped around to rest at the small of Laximer's back. His fingers kneaded the bulge of the kangaroo's crotch as he began to toe himself out of his shoes. Dark socks, thin enough to be seen through, clung to his feet, and he rubbed his toes along one of Laximer's bare arches. "Not much else really has the same touch to it as leather does." The kangaroo let out another hiss-like puff of air as his halfway hard member was scrunched in between all of Auri's digits at once.
A dull buzzing reverberated through the room, as if the very air itself was shaking on a molecular level. Laximer knew instantaneously what was happening. Auri was beginning to channel his powers. He was probably going to lay down a low-level infatuation or the like. It wasn't going to work, and so Laximer was going to just have to play along.
The hand at the kangaroo's back trailed up, over his spine, and then back down, teasing to one side of the base of his thick tail. Meanwhile, the hand that was busy with his crotch stayed busy. Laximer didn't need to fake his low moans of pleasure, but he let his eyes swim and lose focus more than they actually needed to, for appearances' sake. Auri didn't seem to mind that the kangaroo wasn't saying anything, and so he figured that that was what the linsang must have wanted, or what he was expecting.
Laximer lifted his foot up, and stroked the top of it at the linsang's padded sole. The kangaroo was fully erect, now, and the fingers gripping his leather-trapped shaft were still wonderful, even though they couldn't touch him directly yet. He let a whine rise and build in his throat, and exhaled with need; half of it was an act, but half of it was real. "Please..."
Auri's eyes looked like they twinkled. "So desperate so soon?" he asked, with a singsong tone. "We've barely gotten started." The linsang took his hand out of Laximer's crotch in order to unfasten his own belt and pants button, and then went back to fondling the kangaroo's package before the quick grunt of protest could finish itself. When Laximer started to raise a hand up to reach forward, Auri gently grabbed onto the kangaroo's wrist and set the arm back down.
"For now, look, but don't touch," Auri said, and it was with those words that the linsang's irises began to shift from brown to blue. The color change wasn't the only thing, though; there was magic welling up behind those eyes. A shiver ran up along Laximer's spine, and it was a feeling that no mortal ever could have noticed.
The top of Laximer's leather pants came undone from the careful maneuverings of Auri's fingers. The linsang continued to rub the tips of his toes and the bottoms of his feet along through the top of the kangaroo's sandals. Laximer sighed with relief as a great deal of pressure was suddenly taken away, letting his hard shaft free of its leathern entrapment. Still, the relief was short-lived, because now, the linsang was no longer manhandling his erection. The kangaroo stilled his selfish sexual urges, and refocused on the matter at hand. He shivered again as Auri pulled the bottom of his shirt free, and ran fingers up along his short-furred abdomen.
Unreal blue reflected into Laximer's vision as Auri brought his face closer. The linsang's hands slid and stroked around in the region framed by the kangaroo's waistline and his ribcage. While Auri drew closer, he was also steadily coaxing the kangaroo to move backward, leading him nearer to the bed. There were no full, complete steps, only the shuffling of feet and the shifting of weight. With every foot closer, Laximer's heart pounded louder in his chest.
Finally, they came to a stop. Auri's hand slid down the front of the kangaroo's stomach, following down the midline, heading unmistakably back towards his unattended crotch. Then, just before those beautiful fingers could reach their goal, Laximer grinned wickedly, and sprung the metaphysical switch to his trap.
Instantly, without even a hint of fading, the blue of Auri's irises was gone, replaced with their natural hazel. As soon as the linsang's eyes had changed back, the rest of his face twisted with shock and horror. Laximer let a second go by so that Auri could bathe in the confusion, and he relished that expression. Just when he saw the linsang open his mouth to say something, Laximer snapped his fingers. In another instant, Auri's clothes were burned away to nothing in a burst of white flame that vaporized the fabric but which singed neither fur nor flesh.
Auri looked even better naked than Laximer had predicted. The spot-accentuated curves of his bare torso were just as perfect as those of his legs. His cock was mostly erect, too, the long but slim pink flesh looking as satisfyingly delicate as the rest of him. The kangaroo's physical self stirred at the sight, undeniable in all its draw toward fantasy made real.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Laximer intoned with sarcastic lamentation. "Did I forget to mention this?" Now that Auri's supernatural power had been snuffed out and sealed away at the source, there was no need to continue hiding his real emotions, and he knew that the horror on the linsang's face was a pure antithesis to the glee on his own.
He didn't give Auri a chance to respond. With lightning-fast reflexes, preternaturally enhanced, Laximer seized the linsang by the throat and lifted him up. It only took the kangaroo half of a spare thought to will his own pesky clothing out of existence, and he took a step forward. He didn't so much throw Auri down onto the bed as much as he just slammed him down. His hand never let go of the linsang's neck on the way down, and the kangaroo used his powerful legs to leap onto the bed in the same moment.
Both of Auri's hands tried to pry Laximer's away from his throat, but it was futile. The linsang was just a mortal shell, now, powerless to touch such a superior creature. For a moment, the kangaroo forgot that he could actually choke the wretch, and killing him would be no fun, especially not now. Still, he knew that Auri wouldn't suffocate so soon, and he took his time as he used his other hand to yank the linsang's lovely legs apart as the would-be seducer writhed and squirmed atop the mattress.
"What?" Laximer snapped, glaring down spitefully into those plain and fearful eyes. "Is it not fun when somebody else plays your little game? Is it not fun when you're not allowed to break the rules?" He shifted his weight down and forward, not even bothering to look as he positioned the tip of his glans at the soft pink bud beneath the linsang's tail.
The hand around Auri's throat loosened enough so that he could breathe. There was a moment's look of recognition on the linsang's face, and Laximer could see the moment where he realized that he was being kept alive and conscious for very specific reasons. The look in his face was priceless. His eyes were locked open, unable to tear themselves away from the kangaroo's hateful gaze.
"Come on, then. Answer me!" Laximer took his other hand and wrapped it around the linsang's muzzle. He held it shut, feeling the linsang hiss breath in through his lips and nostrils. "Answer me, you bitch! I want to hear you answer my questions!"
Muffled whimpers of what might have been attempts at words were bitten off in the linsang's throat as Laximer began to shove himself into the struggling body below him. A warm feeling of personal satisfaction accompanied the warm feeling of physical satisfaction as the end of his stiff, needy cock finally found itself wrapped in the tightness of Auri's little rear passage.
Laximer bore his weight down onto his knees, and he lurched his hips, spearing the spread linsang with the second half of his dark-skinned shaft. The kangaroo's groan of pleasure wasn't as loud as Auri's strained whine. It was only then that the linsang's eyes finally closed, and his entire frail little body shook all over. The fingers around his snout got tighter, as if trying to milk that sound into a higher pitch, but the effort wasn't worth it; Laximer was afraid that too much more pressure might crush bone.
After a second of just letting the little linsang squirm around on the thick meat that was impaling him, Laximer started to thrust, going slow at first out of necessity and out of no desire to spare Auri any discomfort. "Don't you even want to answer me?" the kangaroo crooned mockingly, as his wide shaft stretched things more and more. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about now, is there?"
Auri's eyelids peeled up, and a thin layer of tear-like fluid coated those pleading eyes. Laximer just smiled back down at him, as his hips slammed home again, burying the entirety of his length into that hot hole. "It's too late to complain, now," he said. "After all, you were the one who touted yourself as a choice little piece of ass. You were the one who promised me an amazing fuck." The kangaroo's grip on Auri's snout and throat tightened along with the rest of his body as his blood started pumping harder, and he slammed down once more. "I'm just collecting on the promise that you made in fair conscience, you fucking slut."
A word like 'slut' didn't mean too much to Laximer, but he knew that it carried far more meaning for Auri. The psychological hurt was Laximer's true aim, now, but while he was here and bound in this fleshy form, he may as well enjoy other aspects, too. Even if he hated the linsang-thing through and through for his very existence, to the kangaroo's base self, it was at least nice to appreciate that he had such a wonderful body. It was fun to get to hold the little bitch down and take that body for his own.
Sharp claws bit into the sides of the hand that Laximer had wrapped around Auri's throat. The bitch was still trying to fight it. It was fun, watching him make the attempt. The harder the linsang tried to pry the grip away from his throat, the tighter Laximer made it. The struggle continued, before Auri apparently recognized what his efforts were earning him. The linsang stopped trying so hard, but he didn't just give up completely. Part of him still needed the token effort, useless though it may be.
The kangaroo's cruel lust gathered upon itself, and each time he thrust down to violate the struggling linsang's little ass, it was like part of him was developing a minor addiction. It was incredible, getting to feel the tight muscles of Auri's behind spasm and give way to his invading member, and to watch the way the linsang's face would twist up with pathetic little squeaks to go with it. Every time that Laximer brought himself down upon his victim, it was like his own pleasure was vindicating itself.
In the corner of Laximer's mind, something suddenly dawned on him, and he thought finally to look lower down and check other things. The linsang's cock was held in a state of forced, partial arousal from the pressure to his prostate, but it wasn't getting any harder than that. Good. At least he wasn't sick enough to be enjoying his punishment, although part of Laximer felt that that was a shame. He could have used that fact as fuel to degrade Auri all the more.
There was plenty of room for insults are it was, though. Laximer ground his pelvis down against the curves of the linsang's buttocks, the kangaroo's shaft lodged in as far as it could possibly go. Auri's throat pulsed and twitched beneath Laximer's hand, as he tried to force out a choked sound of pain. "What's the matter?" he hissed, pushing Auri's jaw closed from the bottom, feeling like he was about to dislocate it. "Aren't you an incubus? Isn't fucking where you get your power?" The kangaroo rose to his knees, still partially buried inside the linsang's rear, and finally released his mouth. Auri sucked in a heavy hiss of air through his lips as soon as he was able to, and he didn't even notice when Laximer brought his freed hand around to smack him right in the face.
"You don't know WHAT you are, do you?" Laximer shouted, holding Auri's gaze again, giving him another grinding thrust of his hips. The linsang's hands were still struggling with the grip at his throat when the kangaroo came around on the backhand and hit him again. "I'll tell you what you are," he snarled, arching himself so that he was speaking directly into one of the linsang's ears. "You're some polluted, half-breed, hybrid freak, is what you are!"
With that, the grip around Auri's throat released. While the linsang was in the middle of a gasped breath, Laximer used his muscled legs to pump himself down harder still, as if ignoring the fact that there was a mattress beneath Auri's body. The linsang's gasp sputtered, went dead for an instant, and was then replaced by a cry of pain that Laximer knew was caused by hurt on more than just one simple level.
Yelp after high-pitched yelp was wrought forth, getting louder as the kangaroo's pounding got rougher. The air of Auri's borderline androgyny extended to his voice even now, carrying the sounds of the cries of a weak woman or young child. Even now, when the linsang could have begged and screamed for Laximer to stop, or to voice his pain, coherent words were nowhere to be found. His voice just kept singing out in beautiful shrieks of torment, choked with the occasional sob and whine. Laximer didn't let up; he worked the linsang's tight little ass as hard as he could, to make Auri cry out as loud as he could, knowing that his magics prevented anyone outside of the room from hearing a thing. Every one of Auri's precious little sounds were Laximer's own to cherish.
"You're nothing more than an accident." Laximer was so close that he could physically feel the trembling of Auri's breath. It got higher and more trepid when the kangaroo delivered that last word. He only had an herbivore's teeth, but he still bit down hard at the spot where the linsang's neck met his shoulder, leaving a mark that was visible through the fur. "Does it hurt to know that this is all that you are? Does it hurt to know that you're not special?" A chill shiver of satisfaction shot through Laximer's spine when he said that, and it was an unfamiliar enough feeling that it took him a couple of seconds to identify what it was: orgasm. He knew that he was far too deep for the linsang to feel it, and so he slipped himself back, letting the rest of his seed spurt onto the stretched, used, slightly-bloodied ring of flesh.
The pleasure that Laximer experienced then went beyond physical, beyond ethereal, and beyond himself. It was power itself, experienced firsthand, in its truest form. Another wave blasted its way along his spine, and watched for the remaining trickles of a secondary orgasm to leak forth, but they didn't. After a dizzying moment of confusion, he realized that that was because what he was feeling wasn't orgasm.
It all happened so fast. All of the lights in the suite flickered at once, and there was a hideous cracking sound like a water pipe bursting in one of the walls or the ceiling. There was another sound, like all of the air got sucked out of the room and was then instantly replaced. Before Laximer even saw it happening, Auri had sat up in the bed. Where once his eyes were dull and lifeless, now they were a blue so pale and unearthly that they looked almost like white rings of light.
Pain surged through all of Laximer's limbs at once, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. He panicked, wanting to do something with his otherworldly powers to stop it from happening, but the distraction itself was too great. The linsang was free of his hold, now, and the kangaroo cowered, like some unholy instinct was forcing him to.
"Do you know what your fear tastes like right now?" Auri said, and his voice was as calm and level as anything Laximer had ever--ever!--heard. He cocked his head, regarding the kangaroo like an insect in a jar, something to be studied. "I guess you don't. But then, that's not what you do."
Laximer held stock still, staring back up into those eyes like he was paralyzed. He knew that he wasn't actually being held in place, but he was just so afraid--legitimately, honestly afraid--that he couldn't bear to move. Auri reached out and touched him on the cheek, and the end of his finger burned with a dull heat.
The linsang spoke again, without moving his mouth, directly into Laximer's head. "You've been your own undoing," he said. "Such pure, unadulterated, selfish vindication of your own disgusting actions reached me even past the blocks you yourself set in the way." The kangaroo shuddered as he heard the linsang's laugh within his skull. "How does THAT feel?"
Something else started to burn now, and Laximer clutched his skull. It was a headache. He had never had one, before, but he knew right then and there that that's what it was. He let out a scream that should have been louder, he thought, at the feel of something ripping on the inside of his consciousness.
"You know," Auri said, still speaking into his mind, "I was going to make you bleed and cry and break. But I just found something much better to do to you. And I've learned an interesting little trick out of the deal, to boot."
Laximer already knew before he tried it that his last resort wasn't going to work. He tried to disavow his physical existence, and retreat into something safe, and astral, but he couldn't. He tried to assuage his physical pain, and he couldn't. He tried to become something other than what he was, and he couldn't.
"Oh, don't worry," Auri said, using his mouth, this time. "I'm not going to kill you. You get to live." Laximer looked back incredulously. "I'll let you go, in a little while, but first, I'm going to sit here and taste your wonderful suffering for awhile. It makes a nice chaser for that high-and-mighty complex of yours.."
The linsang leaned forward, and kissed the kangaroo on the cheek, and for the first time, Laximer felt that sensation as it was meant to be felt by a creature of flesh-and-blood. But Auri didn't pull away just yet. He whispered, up into one of the kangaroo's tall ears. "Does it hurt to know that this is all that you are? Does it hurt to know that you're not special?"