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An Alliance Forged	By : Rusalka Category: A through F > The Black Jewel Trilogy Views: 2904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: An Alliance Forged
Author: Loki
Chapters: One-shot, Prequel to 'The Two of Us Against the World'. Read in any order.
Pairing: Daemon/Lucivar
Archive: Only on AFF at the moment. You're welcome to it, but please tell me first. Additionally, if anyone knows of any sites that have Daemon/Lucivar fics, I'd be eternally grateful if you'd recommend them.
Beta'd: Um, no one. Any volunteers?
Warnings: Incest, sexual male relationships, mentions of slavery to those who know the series. This story has Daemon and Lucivar having sex, so if you are exceedingly fond of Marian and Jaenelle and believe their husbands should be faithful, then I wouldn't recommend this!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Black Jewels Trilogy or any of the characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to the wonderful and talented Anne Bishop.
Author's note: Hello everyone! I do apologise for the wait, but I finally came through on my promise of a prequel or sequel to 'The Two of Us'. I received so many lovely reviews for it (Shout outs at bottom) that I finally managed to kick myself in gear and get started. Okay, little background info. There are a couple of points I'm going to explain here just so I don't get people asking me about them:
~ I use Tersa's Prophecy as a time-marker for the series (First mention of Witch, D and L find out they're brothers, they're both 1000 at the time etc). At the time of this story, they're both 400. As I read it, Dorothea would have been pretty keen to keep them apart for as long as possible until she was sure they had both forgotten Saetan and their childhood together. So feasibly this could be their first meeting. This also explains how quickly they bond with one another: even if they can't remember their childhood, the feelings are still there (and I believe in Daughter of the Blood it mentions how Daemon was always 'drawn to Lucivar' even before they knew they were brothers.
~ I know Dorothea never knew that Daemon was a Black Widow, but Lucivar is the son of one and he did grow up knowing Luthvian so it's possible he would have been able to put two and two together (this would be before Daemon was more experienced at hiding it).
~ Both Daemon and Lucivar are OOC. A little of that was entirely my fault, but I believe the rest can be attributed to that fact that, hey, they are only 400. Most of the story takes place before Daemon's gone cold as well. So, there. And Lucivar wouldn't have been out of the training camps for that long, so he'd still be brash and cocky (I know he never really stops lol)
~ I had to put a little possessive, protective Daemon in. I had to! The plot bunny demanded acknowledgement. Plus, it's hot as hell.
~Um, same goes for needy, submissive Lucivar. I do intend to write a fic where they swap positions, but for the moment, um, no, Daemon tops. Yum. Simple as that.
Woah, that's a long author's note. I still haven't got over the fact that I actually had the balls to write Daemon and Lucivar's first meeting (disregarding childhood here). I have to admit, it's definitely more relationship development than PWP - and I hope no one objects too much to Sacha and his mysterious lover in the beginning. I had to write sommething to get me started and after that it was kinda part of the story. Anyway, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy!

600 Years before Tersa’s Prophecy
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‘What the fuck?’
It wasn’t voyeurism, Lucivar told himself, it most definitely was not voyeurism that made him open his wings and glide silently towards the entwined couple. Landing on a rooftop, he leant forward as much as possible, squinting in the dark to make out the…specifics of the scene before him.
Beneath him, the two half-bloods lay coiled around one another, heads at each others’ groins. The wet noises and rhythmic movements had early on clued Lucivar as to what they were doing, but he was having a hard time reconciling it with his past experiences. They were males…doing that to each other…
In all his time in the Eyrien training camps, he had never actually considered the particulars of how a warrior chose to take pleasure from a lesser fighter, although this mutual pleasuring seemed to be based on a different premise. He had heard of females performing that particular act, though not since coming to court. There were many things different between the training camps and Prythian’s court.
Even as he watched, the younger boy – a lesser servant and all-round punching bag from the thirteenth circle– stiffened and cried out, fingers scrabbling at the dirt floor. His companion immediately raised his head and shushed him and the two boys froze, waiting to see if the noise had been heard. Lucivar could have told them that the closest guard was conveniently unconscious, courtesy of Lucivar’s sudden desire for a night time flight but that would have meant revealing his presence and his reputation was already such that there was no guarantee the boys wouldn’t flee immediately. Lucivar didn’t want that to happen, especially as his voyeuristic streak was interested in seeing what the older boy had in mind as he rolled his companion onto his front and reached down to his buttocks.
Even from his concealed perch Lucivar was able to make out the murmured endearments as the half blood carefully stretched the smaller boy, whose whimpers gradually changed from stifled pain to muffled pleasure.
“It’s too much…stop…”
“Shhhh, Sacha…it’ll get better…quiet now beautiful”
“But it hurts!”
“I know, I know, stay calm…mother night, you feel so good Sacha!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“There, better now…”
“More!”
Laughing softly, the boy rose up with one hand guiding his penis towards Sacha’s trembling entrance. Lucivar watched, simultaneously curious and taken aback. Clearly, this was no male showing dominance over another, but an act that was entirely more reciprocal. As the boys moved together beneath him, he pondered what would lead a man to seek another’s touch willingly. Lucivar had only ever looked at men’s bodies as a means of gauging their strength rather than their appeal and even now his mind flickered away from the idea. How could even a handsome man’s ruggedness compare to a woman’s beauty? He shook his head, glanced one final time to where Sacha was now openly crying out in pleasure with his lover’s face mirroring the feeling before spreading his wings and soaring back into the night.
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For the next few years, Lucivar carried the memory of that night deep in his mind where no idly snooping Black Widow was likely to come across it, following some instinct that told him that the witches that now controlled his life would not appreciate the idea of males – however insignificant – taking pleasure from one another.
Occasionally it surfaced in his conscious mind where he examined it from various angles. Once or twice he glanced over other handsome males, imagining their bodies pressed up against his or their hands and mouths wrapped around his cock, but the lack of interest from his body combined with the ever-present weight of the Ring of Obedience soon brought the idle fantasies to a stop.
There was another, slightly more pressing issue in Lucivar’s life during those few years, one which he had always been aware of but had never had to consider in detail before. Not so much an issue, but the vast array of complex issues connected with one name: Daemon Sadi.
Lucivar knew of Daemon Sadi of course, had even seen him once or twice and he was fully aware of the selection of tones his name could be said in; awe, jealously, pity, anger, fear and above all: lust.
Lucivar didn’t know what to think of the Hayllian who was supposedly the most sensual pleasure slave in the history of the Blood but who had never had an erection, nor was he particularly inclined to care.
He doubted the infamously deadly Warlord Prince – tinted nails and all – would have a chance against a fully trained Eyrien warrior and Lucivar knew he was the best there was.
However, it was the looks that were seriously starting to grate on his nerves. Dorothea, Hayll’s High Priestess, had been threatening to visit Prythian’s court for nearly a decade now but in the past few years court gossip on the subject had stepped up, indicating the event might actually take place. And when Dorothea’s name was mentioned, Daemon Sadi’s soon followed it. And when Daemon Sadi’s name was mentioned, people looked at Lucivar and laughed.
He could only guess that the foolish Blood in the courts considered Sadi and himself to be rivals in some way; both Warlord Princes; both infamous pleasure slaves; both long-lived warriors with a reputation of bloodlust.
Lucivar smiled coldly. If Dorothea and a Prince who couldn’t even get it up thought to embarrass Prythian by dominating him, or Prythian thought to show up Dorothea by having Lucivar outclass Sadi, then they all had another thing coming. That ring of steel around his cock couldn’t and didn’t control his temper and he would far rather unleash it and face the painful consequences then be used as a tool in those bitches’ political power plays!

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This was the infamous Lucivar Yaslana he had suffered through Dorothea’s extensive ‘questioning’ for? Why the bitch had been so eager to know whether or not he knew Yaslana was beyond him. He’d never been aware of the Eyrien as anything other than a hot-tempered noise on the periphery of his consciousness. From behind Dorothea, Daemon eyed the dark bruises and marks on Yaslana’s skin that weren’t completely covered by the leather and wondered whether he had been through a similar interrogation. That only piqued his interest about the Eyrien further and he could tell the younger male was thinking similar thoughts as he eyed Daemon irritably.
Casually he glanced over the other slave in more detail. Despite their being almost the same age, Yaslana seemed younger, with short bristly black hair and fierce golden eyes. The Eyrien’s wings curved up over his shoulder blades and twitched every now and then as though Yaslana was desperate to spread them wide. The leather pants and black vest did nothing to hide his somewhat impressive physique and Daemon eyed the warrior’s lithe build and reluctantly admitted he would be bested in a purely physical fight. He almost smiled when he noticed the same reluctant admiration in Yaslana’s eyes. Then he snapped his attention back to Dorothea in time to catch the tail end of her sentence, before prowling off through the crowd to complete her wishes, all the while keeping one eye on the Eyrien. At some point this evening, he and Lucivar Yaslana were going to have a little chat.
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He’d been aware of eyes on him for several minutes now and couldn’t understand his own reluctance to turn and meet them. Sure, the Sadist had been physically impressive, both in terms of fighting ability and aesthetic appearance. He could finally understand Sadi’s appeal and reputation: he was quite simply the most beautiful thing Lucivar had ever seen. The idea that, even as a bastard, he supposedly shared blood with Dorothea was disturbing, but scarily enough didn’t detract from his allure. It was those eyes that had shaken Lucivar though.
Surely a pleasure slave as tempting as him must have been through hell and back again yet the look in Daemon’s eyes was coldly contemptuous of everything around him. Everyone at the party Prythian had thrown was aware of it, the unspoken dismissal that hung in the air as Sadi prowled through the crowd.
‘So what does he want with me?’ thought Lucivar, finally giving into the silent pressure and turning to meet Daemon’s gaze. Those golden eyes, strangely similar to his own, bored into his for the briefest of moments before the Sadist inclined his head towards one of the staircases and disappeared into the throng. Without even pausing to ponder his fate, Lucivar followed.
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Daemon was lounging on the bed when Lucivar walked into the room.
That was probably when Lucivar realised how much trouble he was actually in. He was only male and the sight of a beautiful creature – regardless of gender – lounging on a bed rather predictably led him to thoughts of what said beautiful creature actually did in bed. Even the knowledge that Daemon Sadi considered the bedroom an extension of the killing field did nothing to dampen the stirrings of his arousal.
A frozen image of Sacha and his companion locked in each other’s embrace flashed through his mind, only now Sacha had dark wings protruding from his shoulders and his lover was staring at him with feral golden eyes.
The heat the scene evoked coupled with the sudden fear of what Prythian would do to him if she felt through the ring that he was aroused by a male led Lucivar to say something he probably shouldn’t have.
“What the hell do you want, you bastard?”
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Either the Eyrien had been dropped on his head one too many times as a baby, or he had balls of fucking diamond. For a good few minutes, all Daemon could do was stare at him. He’d worked hard on his reputation, especially concerning the whole bastard bit, which was an understandable sore spot considering his git of a father had abandoned him to Hepsabah and Dorothea. For this cocky young slut to stand there and blithely ignore…that was the moment when the Sadist noticed that Yasl – no, Lucivar – was trembling imperceptibly and was hard. As in erect. For him. And strangely enough, the Sadist considered it a compliment. He’d had thousands of people begging for his touch and the fact that the mere sight of him had this particularly attractive young buck already ready and waiting – despite a Ring of Obedience – was enough to turn aside his anger and bring out his more…playful side.
Lucivar’s eyes widened as Daemon approached him and he unconsciously took a step back. Sensing that the fearful submission was out of character for the Eyrien, Daemon moved forward quickly and pinned the slightly smaller frame against the door, one leg moving between Lucivar’s legs and pressing upwards. Lucivar’s head fell back against the door with a thud as he moaned wantonly. Pausing only to raise an eyebrow at the surprisingly erotic sound, Daemon obediently bent to nibble at the flesh exposed to him as Lucivar’s hands came up to clutch at his shoulders.
‘What the hell – he’s…Mother Night! – why am I not stopping him?’
Despite his mind’s protestations, Lucivar’s body had no intention of doing anything to end the onslaught of pleasure it was receiving. One of Daemon’s hands had slid down to the waistband of his pants and was pulling him against the older man’s solid form. The light, teasing touches of his lips against Lucivar’s neck ended suddenly as a hand gripped his chin in order to turn him into Daemon’s kiss. The feel of Daemon’s tongue sliding against his sent shivers down Lucivar’s spine, shivers that the Sadist calmed expertly by placing one hand against the base of Lucivar’s spine and applying pressure. Lucivar couldn’t help but whimper as Daemon’s thigh pressed against his hard cock and began a slight rocking movement designed to torment him with pleasure. Another hand – Daemon seemed to have more of these than most people – enclosed Lucivar’s wrists and drew them above his head to prevent him from clawing Daemon’s back to shreds in a desperate bid for more pressure.
The rocking continued but harder now and Lucivar moaned into Daemon’s mouth as his cock throbbed. Trapped within his leather pants, his need was rising to an almost unbearable pitch. The slightest touch would set him off now, one stroke of Daemon’s long-nailed hand or – one lick from that expert tongue – again Sacha’s face flashed into Lucivar’s mind and somehow, Daemon saw it too.
He pulled back and for a moment the two of them just looked at one another. Daemon’s gaze was filled with amusement, curiosity and a tinge of disgust and Lucivar wasn’t sure which emotion made him raise his head defiantly. Something sparked in those golden eyes and the next thing Lucivar knew he was flat on his back in the middle of the bed, yowling in pain as his wings were flattened beneath him. Hands grasped his hips roughly and shifted him so that the pain was bearable and when Lucivar looked down his body it was to the sight of Daemon Sadi’s head hovering over his groin as he unlaced Lucivar’s pants.
“Mother Night!”
A soft chuckle was his only response as Daemon’s sure hand drew his cock out and looked at it contemplatively for a moment before extending his tongue for a lick. Lucivar’s arousal had waned in the brief interlude but that single touch brought him back to the edge and a flash of golden eyes told him that Daemon knew it. One hand tightened around the base of his cock, just above the Ring, whilst the other pushed his thighs apart. A single smirk from those sensual lips was the only warning Lucivar got before that mouth descended, licking and nibbling and sucking and oh gods…
No wonder Prythian was so reluctant to pass Lucivar on, despite the trouble he caused her, thought Daemon idly as he closed his lips around the head of Lucivar’s cock and flicked his tongue against it. He was positively delicious – and Daemon didn’t give praise lightly, especially regarding other pleasure slaves. However, Lucivar’s athletic body combined with that erotic spark of defiance in addition to those sounds were enough to entrance any witch.
Sliding down the shaft of Lucivar’s cock he sucked sharply, causing Lucivar to buck his hips and gasp. The Eyrien’s bold nature reasserted itself as one hand came down to grasp Daemon’s hair roughly, almost forcefully trying to push him further onto his cock. No witch had tried to physically force him to do anything sexual in a very long time and Daemon was so surprised he almost jabbed his snake tooth into Lucivar’s thigh. Stopping himself just in time, Daemon though about retaliating but another muffled whimper from above him persuaded him into continuing his task.
Pulling off for a moment, Daemon nibbled his way down one side of Lucivar’s cock and onto his balls, flicking his tongue over them. He paused for a moment at the Ring of Obedience, feeling a slash of anger at the way it dug into Lucivar’s cock, its dark surface spoiling the sight of his golden brown erection rising proudly from dark curls. Glaring at it stubbornly, he slid both hands under Lucivar to cup his buttocks and raise his lips as he slid Lucivar’s cock between his lips, suppressing his gag reflex in order to swallow as much of this feisty young warrior as possible.
Sweet darkness it felt so good! Daemon’s mouth was hot and wet and his throat was tight. Even the slight pinpricks of his nails against Lucivar’s arse was a turn-on; the strength inherent in those long-nailed hands both calmed and excited Lucivar, all at the same time.
Suddenly that tight heat around his cock was gone. Gasping an objection, Lucivar raised his head only to have it thud back against the pillow as one of Daemon’s hands wrapped itself around him, squeezing and pumping. He felt more than saw Daemon’s weight shift as the older man loomed over him, gold eyes locked on Lucivar’s face and his free hand coming up to stroke his face, nails teasing and tantalising.
“Let me hear you, Lucivar. Come for me; scream your pleasure for the world to hear.”
“Noooooo…can’t…Prythian…”
Lucivar’s head thrashed back and forth on the pillow – there was no way Prythian hadn’t sensed his arousal and its cause – his life was already forfeit but he would be damned if he would throw his pride away to satisfy the whim of some arrogantly beautiful whore with nails worthy of a Black –
Oh, shit.
“Come for me, Lucivar. There’s a Black shield around the room. No one will know but me. Come. Now.”
It was more than just that talented hand pumping his cock furiously, smearing his pre-cum to make the slide easier and quicker and flicking a thumb over the head. It was more than the erotic feel of – oh gods – Daemon’s erection pressed against his thigh. What tipped Lucivar over the edge into a blinding, screaming orgasm was the knowledge that he was completely, utterly at the mercy of the Black-Jewelled Warlord Prince and Black Widow who had him pinned to the bed.
Daemon didn’t even realise he was grinning triumphantly as the last echoes of Lucivar’s cry died away and the last splatters of cum landed on that muscled chest. The pleasure he felt at hearing Lucivar scream his name more than made up for the fact that the young man beneath him now knew all his secrets and was under no obligation to keep them. Shifting slightly, he froze as a bolt of pleasure shot up his spine, robbing him of breath and his arms of strength as he collapsed on top of the Eyrien. There was a muffled chuckle from beneath him.
“That, bastard, is known as an erection.”
Turning his head slightly into the curve of Lucivar’s neck, Daemon breathed in Lucivar’s spicy scent and felt short hairs tickle his eyelids. The smallest movement of the body beneath him caused more heat to gather in his groin and robbed him of any anger he might have felt at the word.
“You, Lucivar, are a prick.”
The answering chuckle and movement it caused were ignored completely as Daemon suddenly realised the implications of his situation…his erection disappeared almost instantly. His only defence lay in his impotency…if Dorothea had sensed his arousal…arms tightening their grip on his brought him back to the present and the veiled concern in Lucivar’s eyes.
“When I left she was dragging the pretty Warlord in red into one of the rooms…any arousal she could have sensed will probably be passed off as hers…”
All too late, Daemon remembered that he wasn’t the only one wearing a Ring of Obedience. Reading the thought in his eyes, Lucivar shrugged and smiled cockily.
“Yeah, there’s pretty much no way Prythian could have missed me coming that hard.”
There were no words or actions that could express the regret Daemon felt. For the first time, he felt guilty: the Warlord Prince beneath him, filled with more honour and defiance than anyone Daemon had ever met, the only person to have ever inspired arousal in him, would die as a direct result of his actions. At least Daemon’s secrets would die with him.
Staring down at Lucivar’s thoughtful expression, Daemon knew with absolute certainty that Lucivar would have kept those secrets locked closer to his heart than any of his own, just as he knew that there would never be anyone as loyal to him as Lucivar was, or anyone he was as loyal to as Lucivar. For the first time in 400 years he had forged a bond with someone; in all of Askavi and Hayll they were the only two who had some instinctual understanding of what it meant to be Blood.
Suddenly Lucivar’s head snapped up.
“Hit me.”
When Daemon just stared at him, Lucivar smiled grimly.
“Two dark-jewelled Warlord Princes renowned for their tempers…a fight would distract Dorothea and calm their fears of any alliance we might forge…” The way Lucivar said the last part told Daemon he had also undergone an interrogation of sorts. His eyes glazed slightly.
“And in reality, an alliance…”
“Would perhaps, not be such a bad thing?”
Sparks of bloodlust dancing in each other’s eyes, Daemon rose effortlessly and extended a hand to pull Lucivar from the bed. Deciding whimsically a moment later to help him lace up his pants, the two fumbled and groped at one another ‘till Lucivar swatted him away and laughed. Daemon smiled: those sounds were beautiful. Warily he rested a hand on the small of Lucivar’s back, just beneath his wings.
“You make the most incredible sounds I have ever heard.”
A slight tensing of muscles and a soft exhale of breath were his only replies for a moment.
“Your eyes are beautiful.”
Lucivar turned to him, a cocky grin on his face and wings half spread around him, the first flickers of his Ebon-grey jewel in the air. He tilted his chin invitingly.
Daemon hit him.
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Lucivar didn’t see Daemon again for another hundred and fifty years, during which time Daemon went cold for the first time. When they did meet at last, it was at the party of some aspiring young witch who draped herself over Lucivar for most of the evening, stroking and fondling until he wanted to rip her head off. It wasn’t until the very end that he darted to Daemon’s side out in the Garden and was pushed up against a tree with his pants around his ankles before he knew what was happening. The blow job Daemon gave him was a blur of senses; hot wet suction; a teasing tongue; glowing golden eyes and the sight of Daemon on his knees, one hand tracing patterns on Lucivar’s thigh, the other palming his own hard cock in counterpoint to the motions of his head. This time, what made him come was when Daemon rose to stand beside him, pushing their groins together and rubbing one hard cock against another as his hand slid around to brush across Lucivar’s perineum.
“They can’t sense it, Lucivar, not for another male. They can’t sense it!”
The smile was beautiful and the eyes were feral as he pushed one finger into Lucivar, causing him to fall over the edge into the darkness.
“Next time, lover, this is mine.”
When Lucivar woke up the next morning, with a lingering warmth spell that could only have been left by a Black Jewel surrounding him, it was to the news that the witch who had been all over him the night before had died of causes unknown.
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Hello, me again! Did you like? Hope so. Anyway, like I said, I was so pleased with all the positive responses I got to my last fic that I definitely will right more about our two boys (*grin* I can't help it: it's great for my ego that since I wrote 'The Two of Us' two more D/L stories have suddenly appeared. I'm starting a revolution lolol!). However, I'm about to go on holiday for a month, so I won't be updating or responding to anything - just me, a pad, a pen and some plot bunnies. Hopefully, I'll have something else to put up when I get back!
Shout outs:
WeepingAngelOfDeath: Thank you! FicIncest doesn't really squick me at all...most things don't actually *pauses and shrugs* Oh well. Have you managed to get your hands on Queen of the Darkness yet? Don't forget that there's another book out: 'Dreams made Flesh'. There's quite a nice scene where Daemon dances with another guy *evil grin*, even if it's not Lucivar I'm happy. Slash is good. Lol!
Jemi: What a sweet review! And I was ecstatic that someone picked up on the wine hint! There will definitely be a fic with the WineFight lol! I agree, I was itching to find out more. It's a shame that Anne Bishop doesn't give us more about D/L's past (but hey, can't complain, she's given us them). I was a little unsure about the loophole myself when I first thought of it but hopefully I've explained it more here *thinks about it and realises she totally hasn't* I will! It shall be explained...someday...anyway, hoped you liked it.
Anon: T'anks! I've given you a prequel, but there will be a sequel at some point. I've got a few other prequel ideas that I want to get through first though (rabid plot bunnies and all...)
SplitPersona: *Huggles* Kindred Spirit huh? It's certainly seeming that way! I completely agree about Marian. I mean, I hate to agree with Luthvian, but Lucivar could do so much better (or maybe that's just my possessive inner fangirl talking) but she really did pop out of nowhere. And she was his bloody housekeeper?!
I've always thought Anne Bishop needed to give us more of a backstory regarding how Lucivar and Daemon came to be so close...but hey, I'll do it for her lolol. Hope you don't mind, but I'm going to 'appropriate' a few of the ideas you mentioned *disarming grin*. An AU where D and L didn't meet Witch is very tempting, but would take a lot of time and effort to write, neither of which I have at the moment. Maybe someday though...I see Lucivar as more submissive too. I don't know why. It's just hot.
MakaiKitty: Greediness is perfectly acceptable where the boys are concerned. Prequel here, sequel will come eventually. Thanks for the review! *Snickers* homoerotic demonic fantasy literature for women I love it!

Lady Dragonphire: Thank you so much! What an encouraging review! (I went and browsed through your stories btw. Hubba hubba!) Lol, practically all the undertones between them are sexual! Hope you liked the attempt at some sort of relationship development lol.
loveslave: Lmao, thank you! I know what scene you're talking about - it's one of my favourites. Unbelievable slash potential *evil grin* There will be a fic set after QotD (hopefully) but it won't be around for a while yet.
Ebonywing: *Grins* In the spirit of all things Daemon/Lucivar slashy, the loophole is yours to use as you will. Just tell me when you do so I can read whatever you write!
Silvander: Fortunately, there are a few more Daemon/Lucivar fanfics out there now (which is good cos I'm a lazy cow and much prefer to read than write). There will be more (after all the feeling stuff and not enough sex in this one, I'm in the mood to write a PWP) so keep an eye out!
Elly: More.
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Thanks again for reading (and hopefully reviewing!). I'm happy to accept any suggestions/advice/*constructive* criticism etc, as well as any plot bunnies anyone comes up with (bear in mind I've already promised you all several more fics to come!). Also, I don't have a beta. I love to have someone to bounce ideas off and check through my work, but no pressure.
See you all again in a month!
~Loki
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