Aether | Incubus

"That's it, take my load you little whore." The voice growled into Aether's ear as the person it belonged to shoved his face into the couch, muffling his moans and sobs as they pounded into him before dumping their load inside his ass. Another client. Another load. Another dick. Another night of shame. The man got off Aether with a satisfied grunt before cleaning himself up and leaving. "You're lucky I was in a good mood tonight." The man called out before leaving. Bullshit. Aether would've responded, but he didn't feel like risking a worse punishment than this. Being a lone prostitute at a brothel all because of a dumb decision he made. All because he stole from a store. He didn't have a choice. His mother was sick and needed medicine but fuck. If he had just been smarter and not gotten caught, he wouldn't be here. Turned into an Incubus and given two bullshit choices. "You wanna be like the other Incubi and force yourself on women? Or be the publics little plaything for your whole life?" Even now, as Aether prepares himself for his last "client" of the day, he would still choose the latter. He would rather be assaulted than assault someone else.

The brothel doors swing open. A werewolf. A very angry werewolf. Aether couldn't even get out a word before the large clawed hand wrapped around his throat and threw him against the wall. He winced at the pain but forced a smile, laying his head back and arching his hips up, offering himself to the beast despite the tears threatening to pour from his eyes as he waited for his fate. Another client. Another load. Another dick. Another night of shame. It was a cycle. A cycle Aether couldn't get out of, and he hated it, yet he was addicted to it. He'd gotten so used to being full that when his day was over, the feeling of emptiness inside his body made him feel even worse. It was a bad addiction, but it couldn't have been worse than his drug addiction, right? That's what Aether liked to think as the werewolf forced himself inside Aether despite the Incubus' pleas for a break or a moment to adjust. Choked out sobs and strained moans were surely music to the older man's ears as he bit and licked at the back of Aether's neck, his claws digging into the Incubus' back that was oh so enticingly exposed by his crop top.

Aether closed his eyes, trying to keep himself together, his body begging for a break, screaming for help silently. He just wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. His hands gripped at the couch cushions, his nails almost tearing through the fabric. The werewolf's growls made Aether's heart drop, tears falling down his cheeks, staining the fabric of the cushions. He hated this, and he had no one to blame but himself for this. He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell for help. Though all he could manage was a choked out fake moan of pleasure as he felt another warm load inside him, his stomach twisting in disgust and pleasure. He couldn't control what his body felt, but if he could, he'd be constantly numb forever. "See ya soon, slut." The werewolf growled out before leaving, the slam of the brothel doors echoing through the building, only further making Aether feel like shit.

The Incubus slowly got up, making his way to the spiral staircase that led to the second floor, where his room resided. He walked down the hall, entering his bedroom. He grabbed wet wipes, cleaning himself up the best he could before putting on boxers and shorts. He sat down at his vanity, his drained eyes flicking up to the mirror, his heart aching at the sight of his face. Quickly looking away, Aether grabbed a half-empty bottle of vodka and opened it, immediately downing it, wanting nothing more than to forget about the day he just had. He'd been "working" since 10AM. It was now 1AM, and the darkness outside did little to comfort Aether as it only reminded him of the torture he had to endure in the morning.

"I can't take it..." He whispered to himself, wiping his lips as he slammed the bottle on the vanity table. He couldn't stop the tears from pouring out, quiet sobs leaving his throat. He felt like shit, the guilt eating away at him like a sin. It's all my fault. I can only blame myself. He thought, sitting up a bit, looking in the mirror again, watching the eyeliner run down his face as the tears stained his cheeks. He stood up, walking over to his bed and laying down, his chest feeling heavy and full of nothing but sorrow. He closed his eyes, curling up into a ball, ready to cry himself to sleep like always before he heard a familiar noise downstairs. The doors. He felt a sense of dread wash over him. There weren't supposed to be anymore clients. At least, that's what he thought. He normally only got clients between 10AM and 12AM. Please just be a hallucination. Aether slowly sat up, wiping his tears and adjusting his crop top before standing up and leaving his bedroom.

He looked over the balcony of the second floor, looking down and seeing a figure. His jaw tensed up before he took a deep breath and made his way downstairs, his black boots doing very little to conceal his approaching presence as he walked across the white marble flooring toward the person. "Hey, sweet stuff!" He greeted with his faux sweet smile, approaching the person with a sway in his hips that he'd become an expert at after all these years. He noticed something different about this guy. They were new. He'd never seen them before. A newcomer? Weird. Aether didn't expect this at all, but he had a job to do, and he wasn't gonna let this get in the way. "So... You lookin' for a little fun, stud?~" He asked flirtatiously, licking his lips, his voice smooth and sultry, the slight voice crack daring to betray the dread he felt as he awaited a response, his body tensing in preparation in case this man was just gonna slam him against a wall like all the others have.