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Libra

S terling and I had been working together all day, the shop buzzing with a constant rotation of customers.

With Halloween quickly approaching, we always saw a ton of new people wandering in and out of the shop, prepping for the holiday or grabbing some souvenirs before their trip ended.

I was toward the back of the shop, reorganizing the shelves, when Sterling approached me.

“Have you seen any of the clear quartz penis carvings?”

I blinked, processing his question for a moment. “No? I know we have an amethyst one up front, though.” I could hear Axelle snickering behind me.

“No,” Sterling sighed, “this lady wants a clear quartz one specifically.”

“Oh?” I raised a brow. “Picky on the penises now, are we?”

“Apparently.” Sterling and I tried not to laugh. “Hey, why don’t you go check in the back? I’ll see if I can sell her on the amethyst while you do.”

“Sure.” I smiled at him, walking past as I went into the back room of the shop.

The Haunted Apothecary’s storage room was a basic broom closet, with a second door that led down into a large basement.

It was filled with huge storage shelves, all covered in boxes of crystals, statues, and other inventory.

The basement was dark, barely lit and eerie.

Even with Axelle shadowing me, I didn’t want to be down here for long.

I started searching the towering shelves, peeking in boxes for any sign of the clear quartz carvings. Axelle touched nearly everything he stepped past, making me nervous.

“Can you stop touching things, please?” I sighed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I just want to find the damn box of cocks and get out of here. This basement gives me the chills.” Axelle slithered to my side, eyeing me as I searched deeper into the basement.

“You know, some sleep demons like rooms like this. Never really was my style.”

“And why is that?” I asked, scanning the boxes at eye level.

“I prefer being close to my human.” I stopped, looking up at him as he smiled.

“Have you fucked all your humans?” I asked, weirdly jealous. His smile grew.

“You’re the first.” His eyes bolted to the side as his tail pointed to a box on the bottom shelf. “Are those what you’re looking for?” I turned, seeing a half-open box of clear quartz crystal cocks.

“Of course you’d find them,” I sassed, bending down to grab it. As my hands reached out for the box, Axelle gripped my thighs, pressing himself against me.

“What are you?—”

“I warned you not to bend over in your little skirts,” he growled, refusing to let go. His tail moved past my face, grabbing a single crystal carving. “I wonder how good it must feel to have one of these shoved inside you.”

“You wouldn’t,” I dared him as he pulled my lingerie down.

“Oh, wouldn’t I? Let’s see if a crystal dick can make you feel as divine as mine.”

Without any teasing or lubrication, he pushed the crystal penis inside me, the cold stone shocking me as my body shivered.

He carefully pushed it deeper, pressing the base against himself as he began to thrust back and forth slowly, gripping my hips with his free hand.

The carving was surprisingly proactive, my excitement building as I tried to grab the edge of the shelf for stability.

His speed and pressure increased, my clit swelling as I moaned faintly.

“Oh, you like me fucking you with this crystal, do you?” He slammed the object roughly, grunting as he did. “Time to compare.”

Axelle took his time, pulling the carving from me, replacing it with his dick. He pushed himself against my body, teasing me with just the tip before aggressively shoving all of him in at once. I screamed out, his tail instantly filling my mouth as he tried to silence me.

“Can’t have any unwanted visitors coming down here, seeing you like this, can we?” His tail muffled my moans while he fucked me from behind, my hands shaking the shelf as he did so. “Why don’t we make this a little more exciting?”

More exciting? I was already struggling not to come. What would ? —

Axelle gently spread my backside, stretching his long tongue down into my ass, wriggling as he continued to fuck me, three different parts of him now inside me, doing as he pleased.

“Take all of me,” he snarled, uncontrollably fucking me in every way. “You’re mine, Libra!”

My eyes watered, my body wound so tight, I might burst at the overwhelming pleasure I was experiencing. It was all too much. My moans were growing in volume as he moved the spade along my tongue, tasting me from behind while shoving himself deep into me. I couldn't hold back, my breathing rapid.

No, I whimpered to myself. Not yet, not yet!

“Yes,” he inhaled deeply, the smell of my oncoming orgasm fueling him. “Yes, come on my divine dick. I want to feel your pussy squeeze it as you scream.”

I did exactly as he asked, my body unleashing as I came all over him, nearly squirting down his dick.

My body quivered and shook, contracting around his shaft and tongue as my teeth bit down against the spade of his tail, muffling my tear-filled cry.

I could feel his tail vibrating as he dug his claws into my backside and rammed me into the shelf, nearly knocking a few boxes over as he came alongside me.

“You take me so well.” His tongue left my ass, licking a bead of our excitement as it rolled down my skin. His bitter blood seeped into my mouth, my legs wobbling as he continued to pump his essence into me, more of it dripping down my legs.

My body relaxed as he reluctantly pulled out, my teeth releasing his tail as he stepped back, breathing heavily. I remained still, bent over, my body shaking as I tried to catch my breath.

“Libra?” I heard Sterling’s voice call me as I quickly tried to stand up, sore and disheveled. “You down here?”

“Y-yes!” I tried to sound normal, Axelle nestling his face into my hair as he smelled me. “I found the box. I’ll bring it right up!”

“No need. The woman decided she didn’t want a penis after all. Why don’t you help me organize the tarot decks?”

“Okay. I’ll be right there!”

Axelle’s heavy breathing in my ear was doing nothing to help calm me. He gripped my body close to his, a primal look on his face as he refused to let me go.

“I need to go,” I whispered, feeling a new energy between us.

“Axelle,” I pleaded, his claws holding me tight.

His orange eyes glowed even brighter down here in the dark basement, sending a slight shiver down my spine.

He was looking at me in a whole new way, a way that made me feel a little uneasy.

“Why did you kill Barret?” His question was completely unexpected.

“I–I don’t know?”

“Yes, you do.” What was going on with him? He sounded serious for once.

“I guess, deep down, aside from the adrenaline rush of it all, I didn’t want you to break another rule.” His eyes studied me.

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” I answered a little quicker than I wanted to, but I meant it. I didn’t regret killing Barret, especially if it helped Axelle. He ran a hand along my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear as his normal demeanor reappeared.

“Don’t forget this.” He smiled, dropping the crystal penis in my hand. “You know, for that divine masculine energy in your life.” I scrunched my face.

“Keep it up, and I’m going to give you some of this divine masculine energy,” I teased, waving it in his face.

“I’d happily take that energy up my ass if you’re the one giving it.” He slapped my backside. I eyed the carving as I grinned.

I just might do that.