Eve Writes

Elysium. A city of sex, drugs, and money. A city where people go to experience their wildest fantasies. For Absinthe? It's an escape, a place to hide from her family who see her as nothing more than a pawn to help them climb the social ladder. But what happens when she goes to work only to meet one of her mates? Fear for their safety consumes all else as she worries about what her family would do. And what happens when she catches the eye of an insane goddess and her cult of followers who believe she could either be a tool-or a threat.

Sins of Elysium is a why choose story meaning that our succubus Absinthe will be ending up with all of the introduced love interests and will not be forced to pick just one. Please be mindful and be sure to read the content warnings before venturing into the story.

Sins of Elysium is a multi-POV story. I always put whose POV it is in the header :)

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Meros isn't the sharpest arrow in the quiver but he's trying :)

“This is fucking ridiculous. How can someone just trespass on our property then disappear into thin air?” Caspian growled at our head of security on the other end of the phone. 

Rightfully so, Mavros never should’ve gotten past our wards and our security personnel. He never should've gotten close enough to communicate with Absinthe. 

Alaric had only recently reinforced our wards, which meant Mavros and her family had to have more power than they ever let on. 

Growing up among the upper-class demons, I’d only ever encountered the Seawrights a few times in my youth, and the moment I was free from attending those events? I stopped because you could only swim with the sharks for so long before drowning, and I wasn’t going to let myself drown. 

I wasn’t going to be the son my parents had hoped for. 

But even after years, they still don’t seem to understand that, especially not with the constant calls trying to drag me back. 

With my mother’s disgustingly sweet voice masking her rage as each voicemail goes ignored, and my father's disappointed speeches about how difficult I was as a child.

It took years, but I knew I didn’t owe them a damn thing. I never did, and I sure as hell didn’t owe them the scars on my back. Scars so damn similar to the ones covering my mate. 

Even thinking about them caused my blood to boil as I took a few breaths trying to steady my thoughts. It also helped with the nausea as my magic reserves sat full with the fear she had put out after her encounter with Mavros. Fear of her family, and I think that somewhere, there was a fear of us. Of our reactions when she finally dropped her glamour magic, revealing her scars to us. 

I meant it when I promised their deaths. I would be delivering their heads on a platter for what they’ve done and for the fear they’ve caused.

I know she was worried about how we’d react knowing she had killed someone, but I could never be mad 

That she did what was necessary to survive. It helped that knowing what I know now, he probably would’ve died by my own hands had he not been killed by her. 

“We need to find them,” he said as he set down his phone, clearly still worked up by the situation. 

“We will, it’s only a matter of time before they send someone else after her,” and when they did, I could only hope to get my hands on them myself. 

“If they want her that badly, we probably won’t have to wait long,” he concluded, running a hand through his hair.

“And when they do, we kill them,” I shrugged, but I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. 

If Absinthe was right and her parents are with the Cult of Serafelle, then we’d have bigger problems on our hands. 

I’ve never encountered followers of Serafelle myself, but sometimes I’d hear whispers, stories of the people who chose to dedicate themselves to the goddess who desired nothing but madness and chaos. 

Thinking back on what I’d read, it was common practice for the cult to marry off their sacrifices before finally killing them on their altar, but what I could never understand was why? Why put someone through that if they were just going to slaughter them in the end anyway?

But I guess that was the point. Nothing ever made sense when you were dealing with literal madness. That's part of what made the followers of Serafelle so dangerous. 

I couldn’t let them get their hands on Absinthe, not now that she’d finally decided to stop running. 

“Do you think they’re going to be mad?” I asked tentatively as the two of us dressed. 

“Mad? No Absinthe, they aren’t going to be mad,” Alaric said with a chuckle before grabbing my hand as we walked out of the tree line, the sky holding barely any light at all. 

At the edge of the trees, right where we left him, stood Caspian. His eyes practically twitched as he watched the two of us emerge.

“Everything alright?” He asked, his voice carrying an edge that told me he wanted to say so much more. But I simply nodded.

“Besides being hunted by my family, I’d say everything is peachy,” I said, hoping the sarcasm would loosen him up as Alaric tugged me closer to his side, Caspian's eyes tracking the movement.

“I thought you said he wasn’t going to be mad,” I whispered loudly, knowing his shifter hearing would catch it as Alaric leaned down to hear me. 

“Yeah, mad, I didn’t say anything about a jealous dragon,” he whispered back just as loudly, amusement lacing his voice as Caspian snorted before turning to walk inside, knowing we’d follow. 

Nobody said a word as we entered the house, merely watching as Alaric and I settled onto one of the leather couches, the fresh bond urging us to stick close as Callum quickly moved to my other side, reminding me just how fresh my bond with him still was. 

 “I’m sorry for running off,” I apologized, looking at my hands, one of which was still being held by Alaric as Callum practically glued himself to my side, arm around my waist like he thought I was going to run off again. I put that thought there. Something I know I should fix, but I just don’t know how.

“We understand that you’re scared, but we've been trying to help,” Jasper said gently.

“But we can’t help without a clear picture of what we’re facing,” Caspian pointed out as Alaric began rubbing soothing patterns into the skin of my hand.

“Why are you really so terrified of these people?” Onyx finally asked “What are you hiding?” he added with narrowed eyes. It was almost as if he could see something none of the others could and that in itself caused my fear to spike as I tore my gaze away from his. 

“Absinthe, you can’t keep hiding. Not from us,” Caspian said seriously as I shook my head. I didn’t want to keep hiding, and especially not from them, but I had no clue how I was going to drop the glamour spell without them blowing things up. 

“If I show you, please don’t freak out,” I said, releasing Alaric’s hand and standing from Callum’s grasp. I had to create some distance. I had to see how they would react without focusing on the feeling of their skin on mine. Most importantly, I had to see if this would end things for good. 

The guys watched me carefully as I walked towards one of the large windows. Making sure I didn’t run again. 

The thought was tempting. But I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to either. Despite only knowing them all for a short time, it was the best time of my life up to this point. 

Taking a deep breath, I finally let the glamour magic I had only perfected after so long drop. Revealing scar after scar that marked my time with my family. Some of them were as old as I was. Others? Only months old. But each one marked me as my family's failing daughter.  Their favorite punching bag. Their sacrifice. 

“What the fuck?” Onyx said, rage lining his voice.

“They did this?” Caspain asked, suddenly in my space, his finger gently tracing a small one on my lip as I nodded. 

“Yes, them and the family of the man I killed,” I said clearly. I owed my family no loyalties, and I owed his family even fewer. 

Peace. That’s all I could feel sitting in this field, the sun long gone, with my Angel in my arms.  Her breathing had long since evened out as she relaxed against me. 

“Do you think the others are waiting for us?” she asked quietly, her finger tracing absent patterns across my forearm as goosebumps followed her touch. 

“Probably,” they were probably worried, but we’d been out here for over an hour now and had yet to see any sign of them, or anyone else for that matter, once the sun had set. 

Only the bright light of the moon allowed me to catch the sharpening of her gaze as her touches became more persistent, more focused. 

“Angel,” I warned as she giggled, grabbing my wrists and guiding my hands to her waist as I kneaded the soft yet toned flesh there. 

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I said, despite my own hands wandering, fingers splayed across her ribs.

“It’s not. But I’m gonna do it anyways” and before I could ask her mouth was meeting mine with a possession that met my own. 

Hands wandering further, I palmed her breasts as her nipples hardened into peaks that could cut diamonds. Releasing sounds that could drive me over the edge all on their own, Absinthe moved to completely straddle me, my cock pressing against her even through my jeans. 

Releasing one of her tits, I moved to grip her hair, the dark red strands giving me something to hold onto as Absinthe began to grind against me. 

“Absinthe, you need to be sure,” I said through clenched teeth as I released her hair to hold her waist, effectively holding her still.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re sure, Absinthe.” If she wasn’t sure, if she wasn’t ready for this, I was going to be in desperate need of a cold shower when we got home.

“Take me, Alaric. Make me yours,” she breathed against my lips, before letting out a sound that bordered on arousal and shock as I flipped her around, placing her on her hands and knees in the grass. Her ass out, her cunt exposed to the cold night air, and I let my gaze run over her figure. I grabbed a handful of her sexy ass as my other hand freed me from my jeans that had become increasingly more uncomfortable. 

“Are you ready, Angel?” I checked once more, my hand on her hip as the other stroked my cock by her entrance. Waiting for the green light. Waiting for her to show me she wants it. 

“Please, Alaric, just fuck me already,” she said, pressing herself against me impatiently.

Lining myself up at her entrance, I shot a quick prayer up to a goddess I wasn’t sure I believed in before meeting this woman. 

Slamming home in one quick motion I set a relentless pace from the beginning as she gasped and moaned on my cock, her cunt only tightening around me as the soil beneath her began to shift with the movement. 

One hand in her hair, my fingers digging into her scalp as I pulled her up into a kneeling position, my chest to her back as  I began to practically rut into her, magic pulsing at my fingertips ready to mark her and bind her to me forever. Because that's what this was. Forever. 

Her pheromones were everywhere, in the air, in my bones, in my very soul.

“Do you feel that, Angel? My cock so deep inside you, you’re going to feel it for days.” I groaned as I felt a shiver run down my spine, my balls drawing up as I fucked her through my own orgasm, bringing her over that edge with me as the incantation played through my mind, marking her as mine. 

“I have to go. Now.” Absinthe said as something in my chest clenched at the fear on her face. 

“No. No more running.” Caspian said as the rest of us tensed, ready to catch her should she try to run. 

We wouldn’t hold her captive, no, never that. But we certainly wouldn’t let her leave us behind. 

“Why does Mavros showing up have you wanting to run for the hills?” Jasper asked, moving closer to her slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal and not the woman who had been laughing in our kitchen only minutes ago. 

“Mavros Seawright is my sister’s mate, and he’s about to tell my family where I am,” she said, her legs trembling as I moved closer, her eyes tracking the movement before bouncing back to the others, allowing me to move in just a little closer before stepping back again, almost as if she could sense my movement. Which meant the bond was deepening whether she wanted it to or not. The thought that maybe she didn’t want it caused my heart to clench uncomfortably as Callum let out an almost wounded sound, his animal counterpart obviously feeling the same. 

“I have to go, I can’t let them hurt you guys,” she said, her breathing coming in a little more uneven by the minute as she continued to keep her distance from us. 

“They’re not getting to you, Absinthe,” I tried to assure her, despite knowing it was something even we couldn’t guarantee. But we were going to try.

“I’m not worried about me,” she snapped, directing her gaze towards me. “I’m worried that this bond shit has gone to your heads and you aren’t worried enough about yourselves,” she explained harshly, looking over all of us. 

“I might not survive if they get their hands on me, but you guys have to survive. I won't have it any other way.” Then she spun on her heel and left, pushing past Jasper and Callum, who just stood there in shock. I, on the other hand, needed to get my head checked because I know she’s upset, I know it. But my cock doesn’t give a fuck because our Angel is just so pretty when she’s angry.

Moving to follow her, I adjusted myself and pushed past the guys. I wasn’t about to leave her in the woods as the sun was going down, and especially not when she was so upset. Luckily, she made no attempt at concealing her path. 

“Why are you following me, Alaric?” she asked, not looking at me as she sat in the grass, the evening light hitting her skin in a nearly ethereal way.

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone, not like this,” I said, like it should be obvious. And it should be, the fact that she thought otherwise was something I was going to have to change.

“Can I sit with you?” I asked, unsure. I was tired of it, being unsure around her. But I knew I would continue being unsure until she wore my mark and I hers. 

“Sure,” she said, but her voice had an edge to it that told me she wasn’t pleased about it. 

“Trying to make sure I don’t run?” she asked quietly as I shook my head.

“Trying to make sure you’re okay,” that seemed to break something in her as tears lined her eyes, only to stream down her face in quick succession, and sobs broke from her chest. 

 Pulling her into me, I let her cling to me as each cry from her lips shattered my heart a little more. 

Kissing the top of her head, I sat there with her, letting her cry it out for a while until the sobs faded to whimpers before turning to silence. 

“I don’t want to run,” she mumbled softly, her face still buried in my shirt as I rubbed soothing circles on her spine. 

“We won’t run, we’ll handle them together, Angel,” I assured, kissing her temple as she seemed to breathe in my scent before relaxing fully. 

Most of the people in one of the groups were actively encouraging the use of AI for making covers and writing the story? Its my opinion that if you need to use AI for your stories in any shape or form then maybe this isn't the hobby for you. I've been writing online since 2019 and if a 12 year old me can figure out how to make covers for her cringy fanfics without AI then I see no excuse for anybody else.

It's lazy.

Even now, with the rise of AI, I'm still making my covers without AI. I'm still writing without AI. This isn't my main blog but I've done entire rebrands of my main blog without ai. Every single header, moodboard, etc. you see on any on my posts? Done without AI.

"Oh but what if I'm only using it for the cover?" then you are still wrong. There are so many artists that accept commissions for covers and other art. Can't afford commissioning? Neither can I. That's when you either pick up new skills or find alternatives, even if that alternative is to quite the hobby as a whole and move on.

“Alright no more of this depressing crap, let’s head downstairs to eat” Callum said, pulling me out of Onyxs’ hold as the demon grumbled something under his breath causing a laugh I just couldn’t hold in at the sight of his pouting. 

It felt good to be able to laugh like this but I knew this peace wouldn’t last long. My family was planning something. I just had to hope I wouldn’t take these men down with me.

“What’re you thinking about?” Jasper said, joining us as we entered the kitchen. 

“Who said I was thinking at all?” I tried to joke it off in hopes he’d let it go. He pinned me with a stare that had me wanting to reveal each and every thought to him but I just held his stare until he looked away with a sigh.

I had to be careful because not only did the mating bond have me wanting to spill my secrets to these men, but I had no clue if any of them could actually see inside my head. Just the thought of it made me shiver.

I was lucky enough to be skilled in glamour magic, it wouldn’t hold forever but it would hide my scars until I can find the time to strengthen the spell. I don’t know what’ll happen when the spell finally wears off but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be good. 

“You won’t be able to hide forever” a familiar voice said suddenly as I froze, glancing around the room in search of the threat but I couldn’t find one. 

I seemed to be the only one to hear it as the others moved around the kitchen as though nothing had happened. 

Noticing my frozen silence Jasper turned to me seriously, “What happened Absinthe?” that's when I knew that while they hadn’t heard the voice or my sister's mate Mavros in the air I had heard it all too clearly. 

Mavros was skilled in Air-based magic, despite having the ability to learn all sorts of magic, he had always focused more on the magic of the long dead air fae. 

“Someone was here. On the property” I said quietly knowing that while skilled, Mavros had never been able to use that spell from very far away.

“What do you mean?” Caspian asked, his shifter hearing clearly allowing him to hear me from where we left him in his office. 

“Mavros Seawright, he was just here.” I said moving towards the back door, the others hot on my heels. 

“Seawright? How do you know?” Onyx asked, easily catching up to me. 

“I just heard him, he’s never been able to use that spell from very far,” I said confidently as I attempted to trace the footprint of his spell to the edge of the property. Moving through the perfectly manicured yard I rushed past security and staff alike trying to make sure he didn’t get away. But I was too late.

“He’s gone.” 

“So she marked Cal? In his office?” Jasper said with a mix of shock and what I would bet my entire fortune was envy. 

“Lucky bastard” Onyx muttered from his seat as the beast inside me huffed his own agreement causing me to chuckle. We were definitely a little messed up over our little succubus and I had a feeling that would never change.

I wanted to know everything about her, but despite living under the same roof, she’d yet to answer any of my questions. Of course I knew we had time, but I wanted to know her better than she knew herself and I just wasn’t there yet. I knew one thing; she wouldn’t relax until her family was taken care of. 

As if just thinking about Absinthe had summoned her, a light knock sounded from the other side of the door before Absinthe carefully wandered inside, followed closely by a less careful Alaric. 

“Cal still at work?” Onyx asked sarcastically as Absinthe settled into the chair next to his, color staining her cheeks as she realized we all knew about the state they were found in when Alaric showed up to collect Absinthe from work. 

“Yeah, he’s still working” Alaric said, choosing to stand by the door despite the protective wards he maintained around the entire house. 

“Have you heard anything from your family?” I asked, directing my attention to Absinthe.

“No, but that doesn’t mean they're done” she said, her voice serious enough that I knew she was telling the truth but she was also hiding something. Something big.

“I’m sorry I brought this on all of you” Absinthe apologized looking down at her hands nervously.

Before I could get to her, Onyx moved; maneuvering her out of her own seat and into his lap. The lucky bastard. 

“You didn’t bring anything onto us, it’s your crazy ass family's fault.” I assured and while she didn’t look convinced she nodded anyway. It was odd; seeing someone so fiery acting so restrained. It hadn’t been long since we met but none of that mattered because she was mine, ours. We were going to get rid of her family one way or another. We had to. Because I knew that if we didn’t we’d lose her. 

“We’re going to take care of it Absinthe, it’s just going to take some time,” Alaric said, leaving the door to stand behind the chair Onyx and Absinthe were sharing at the moment. 

“But what if we’re too late?” She asked quietly, the fear in her eyes was hardly noticeable but still there. Still real.

“We won’t be,” Callum said, coming through the door with his hair still damp from the shower he must’ve taken.

“You don’t know that” Absinthe said, her lack of faith would’ve been insulting if it were anybody else but there was no one here who knew how far they’d go better than she did.

Home. That’s what this felt like, with Absinthe underneath me the scent of her arousal clouding the air and the pheromones she released practically penetrating my skin. I refuse to believe that it could ever get better than this, than her.  

The way her walls gripped my cock like it was trying to wring me dry should’ve been illegal. Willing myself to pull out only halfway before pistoning back inside as she let out moans that could bring me to my knees. Watching the way her lips parted on each and every gasp and moan only had my cock hardening further as her nails ran down my back leaving marks I can only hope will scar. 

I could feel the pressure building in my gums as my teeth began to lengthen to mark the gorgeous succubus moaning beneath me as I neared my climax faster than I ever had. I might’ve even been embarrassed by that fact if I wasn’t so focused on bringing her to the edge with me. I could feel the magic buzzing under her skin as her walls tightened around me, I knew she was close and I was desperate to fall off that edge with her, so desperate that I hadn’t noticed her plan until her legs tightened around my hips and with a strength I didn’t know she had; she flipped us around. My back hitting the couch as she began to bounce, meeting my thrusts with a vigour I couldn’t even muster myself as my balls tightened with my release, my cum flooding her insides as she kept moving, her hips moving in ways that shouldn’t be possible and she fucked me through my orgasm. 

“Shit, you have to slow down Love” I damn near whined from how sensitive I was.

“I’m not done yet” she said between breaths shooting me a sly little smile that had me practically melting into the couch before she leaned grabbed my jaw in her hands, pulling me towards her as she leaned in and met me in a kiss that only cemented what I already knew. I was never letting this woman go. Not even if the heavens themselves opened up with the sole purpose of ripping us apart. Madness herself couldn’t keep this woman away from me. 

I was ripped from what little thoughts I had as she pressed her glowing hands to my chest causing a burning sensation to spread throughout my body as she leaned in for another kiss before slamming down on my cock one last time as my release shot through me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her down until her tits were pressed up against my chest as we both fought to catch our breath before I finally allowed my teeth to elongate before puncturing through the delicate skin right above her pulse marking her as mine because despite only knowing each other for about a week, I knew without a doubt I would die for the little demon in my arms.

“What are you doing Love?” I asked looking up at the ceiling as her fingers traced intricate patterns on my hips simply so she wouldn’t see the red I was quickly becoming.

“Just checking out your mark” she said casually as my gaze snapped down to the succubus in my lap and the new ink-like patterns that now decorated my hips leading down far enough that the very ends of the pattern would be covered by my pants. 

“It’s how succubi mark their mates” Absinthe explained, her hand brushing against the mark I’d left on her,sending a shiver up my spine. We laid together on the couch in comfortable silence for a while. I was definitely going to have the couch moved from my office to my bedroom just so nobody else would be able to smell her the way I could. 

A sudden knock on the door had us both rushing to put our clothes back on before Alaric popped his big head in, his eyes darkening on Absinthe as she worked herself back into her outfit for the night. 

The energy in Club Delirium was just as magnetic as it was the first time I danced here. Bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor as my own magic reserves quickly filled, sending a buzzing through my skin. The heat on my skin had me all too aware of the hand on my lower back as Callum led me through his club. 

“Are you sure this is alright?” I asked as he led me through a dark hallway I could only assume led to his office. 

“I promise you Absinthe, we’re not going to be mad about you wanting to work” Callum assured me and despite still not being entirely sure, I at least had his support. The bass practically had the whole building vibrating, leaving me with a heady feeling that only intensified as my magic brushed up against Cal’s.

I had no doubt he could feel it either as he looked back at me with eyes clearly blown out from lust.

“I need you to control your magic Absinthe” he grunted lowly, moving to unbutton the top of his shirt leaving me an unobstructed view of his well-sculpted chest. 

I almost didn’t want to dance today. Instead I wanted to see just how far I could push the shifter in front of me. I needed to find a release for all this energy. But I had to be better than this, after all I’d barely known this man for a week and here I was ready to climb him like a tree. 

“Let’s just sit in my office until you calm down, okay love?” Callum suggested but he didn’t look any better than I felt as heat wracked my body. 

It was all too much; the music, the atmosphere, and the way I could see Callum was on the verge of losing control. Everything in me screamed to push him over the edge. I knew it wouldn’t take much either, but I nodded along anyway following him into his office as I felt my body relax just slightly. Pheromones quickly filled the room as Callum let out a groan, guiding me onto a couch that faced the massive windows overlooking the club. 

“Love, I need you to reign it in” Callum said calmly but I knew better, I could feel the arousal dripping off of him thanks to the pheromones I wasn’t sure I could even control anymore as he stood over me. 

“I can't,” I croaked, shaking my head until he caught my face in his hands and leaned closer until our foreheads were pressed together.

“You can, and you need to before I take you right here in my office” he rumbled before pressing a kiss to my lips, his scent invading my very soul as his tongue explored my mouth. 

His idea of fucking me in his office was seeming more appealing the longer we kissed. My body felt like it was on fire as I pressed my legs together hoping to produce the friction I so desperately needed. I knew he could smell my arousal and I didn’t care. Letting go of my face, he pulled away as we both panted for air before pressing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. 

“Cal” I panted as he lifted me up, not settling until he sat on the couch with me in his lap. 

“Tell me you want this” he breathed looking up at me with hope and lust clouding his gaze as our very souls seemed to brush up against each other. 

Instead of answering with words I seemed incapable of forming I brushed myself over his obvious erection only for his hands to fly to my waist pausing my movements. 

“Say it” he gritted as I let out a whimper I didn’t think I could make.

“Please” I whined, practically ripping his shirt off as buttons flew, revealing his tattooed chest to me “I need it.” 

And almost as if my words had flipped a switch in the man below me, fabric was tearing leaving me bare in his lap before he laid me down on the couch. Abandoning what was left of his own clothes in the process.