Monster Desmond Supremacy

Chapter 10 is up! Thank you for reading ❤💖💕💗

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But at the same time, there are some things I want to handle properly, specifically Maria in all of her glory and how I want to handle the family tree. Maria platonically having Altair's kids, doing some more Apple bullshit on Desmond and making mpreg be possible, making up some Apple bullshit and making Kadar/Maria keep the family tree in place, the possibilities are numerous and tasty 🤔🤔

Chapter 9 is now up! Sorry for the wait! 💖💕💗

Desmond had to endure five beatings. Two of which were meant for him and three of which were meant for Kadar, but he had shoved Kadar behind his feline lower half, covered him in a wing and had used his mighty weight and a wall to prevent being moved and thus had been subjected to those beatings as well. But that was fine. Kadar was already beaten up pretty badly, and Desmond found that he could use his weight to essentially force his captors to focus on one area. If he laid down, covering his head with his arms and tucked his wings close, they were forced to batter his arms and flanks, Desmond more than a little smug that they avoided his wings to prevent putting their feet through a meat grinder, and the first time his tail lashed out when one had grabbed it and held a knife tellingly in his hands, throwing the guy hard enough against the bars that three bent, they also avoided his big cat like butt and his tail. His flanks were thick with fur and muscle, his arms were covered in scales. He could endure it.

“Please stop protecting me, I’m the reason you’re in this mess!” Kadar hissed at him, sounding furious and anguished in equal parts when Al Mualim’s goons fucked off. Desmond lifted his sore arms, lifting his head to look at the thick darkness at the edges of the hallway on either side of their cell, before twisting his head as he lifted his other wing to squint down at Kadar. He was trying to look tough and angry, but his eyes were wet like he was about to start crying again.

“Yeah, maybe, you also break a lot easier than me, my guy,” Desmond quipped, letting his wing drop with a heavy ‘thump!’ on Kadar, who sputtered and fought against the weight as Desmond eased away from pinning him between his bulk and the wall. Fuck, he hurt. His arms were killing him, and while the golden scales were not showing it, he was sure if he had been still human, he would have been molted in bruises, his furred flanks too. But, nothing was broken at least! His feline legs just violently shook in pain when he tried to stand up, before deciding that there was no need for that nonsense.

“You’re hurt!” Kadar anguished, having shoved his way free and saw that.

“So are you,” Desmond said back, letting himself gracelessly fall to the ground.

“Why are you protecting me?” Kadar demanded angrily.

“Because,” Desmond shrugged as he eased himself to the ground, laying flat. Ow fucking ow.

“Why are you… ugh!” Kadar groaned, throwing up his hands and sitting in a tight, miserable little ball by Desmond’s side. 

“It’s fine, really, you’d probably be dead if you let them beat the shit outta you,” Desmond chuffed, reaching over to poke Kadar’s leg until the huffy man could lift his head to glare sulkily at him. He grinned back. “Hey, I can take it. You can’t. And I’d really like it if you survived this.”

“Why… you don’t know me…” Kadar muttered, snatching the wrist of the hand still poking him, but also not letting go. Desmond supposed, for a guy that had been trained to be an assassin since childhood, that thinking that he was going to die with his brother when they had found Desmond and now being here and thinking he would die in shame down here, that even someone like Kadar would be rattled.

Ezio slipped from the window of the bedroom of a dalliance. A beautiful woman, one that any man would have been lucky to take to bed. All athletic and toned, a hypnotising sway to her movements underneath tanned skin and with dark and curly hair. A shallow taste of the one that he wanted most, but it settled that infuriating itch he suffered since his father had shown him that demon and had denied the ability to leave him leashed in his room. Honestly, if father let him have the demon, he would not seek dalliances that looked anything like him. Not… that he said that at all. His poor mother might actually perish if he were to proclaim how madly he wanted that demon.

Then again, she would also perish if she knew he was regularly visiting the demon as well. But that was Desmond’s fault for being so very pretty and so very interesting.

Slipping into the cell in the estate (how foolish his father was for having him on the grounds), Ezio easily brought out the copy of that key that he had gotten, slipping it into the lock to the first door, and then the walking the dark earthen path that led inwards into the one cell that was underneath the estate. Because his father was, in this one instance, quite foolish, he had never been down here since showing Ezio the ‘shame’ of their family, and quite honestly, he did not think that his father had been down there in the years before. So there was nothing said about how Desmond actually had a number of pillows to lay on, or that he was regularly fed, or that he had a number of candles and a means of lighting them, or books to read or things to write or doodle on. Or that there were torches regularly lit in his chambers so that he did not need to suffer in darkness, even if the fractured ruby-like features on his body glowed so ethereally in the shadows. 

Desmond, his personal incubus, was casually eating an apple when he stepped in and lounged on his pillow pile, those absolutely alien eyes swiveling towards him as his teeth, sharp and also looking like slivers of fractured ruby, easily sliced through the delicate skin and so very neatly carved a piece of apple into that plush looking mouth. Ezio had never envied an apple, but in that moment for the ability for the apple to be that close and to feel that mouth and those lips and those teeth, he was.

“Hey!” Desmond managed past the mouthful of apple. 

“Good morning, Desmond,” Ezio beamed, lightly stepping over to the door and slotting the key into it. Another foolish thing, to have one key work for so many locks pertaining to Desmond. But beneficial in his part, as he lightly stepped over, taking Desmond’s face in his hands and giving his cheeks a peck each, even as Desmond half heartedly protested. The fact that his personal incubus was so grumpy about being touched was so heart breaking! When it was time to perch Desmond’s ass in his lap, there would be far too much banter and not enough touching at this rate!

“Did you come here after getting laid? Gross,” Desmond whined, pulling away from him and busying himself with his apple.

“I need outlets!” Ezio chuckled, shameless.

“How about different outlets than vagina?” Desmond muttered poutily.

Ezio laughed, sitting by Desmond’s sprawled out form and shamelessly eyeing him. 

Desmond never wore clothing, but honestly the dark, jagged scales covered most of the scandalous bits. While there were strips of leathery dark red, scaley skin, allowing him such fluid movement, the scales ran over his hips, ass, thighs, legs, up his sides, along his arms, over his shoulders and along the sides of his face. The base of his tail, branching off of his spine, snuggly protected the scaly skin of his ass crack, and even if Desmond swayed his tail when bored or was playing with it if even more bored, Ezio had regretfully never gotten even the slightest peek. And in all of his shameless looking, had already come to the conclusion that Desmond either had a vagina or an internal cock, based on his crotch showed nothing but scales that shaped themselves to form a seam along it. Honestly either or even both was totally fine with Ezio, he toted himself as something of a master of pulling pleasure from those with the former, and beyond eager to learn and even more eager to please the latter on Desmond, if either were the case. 

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I remembered that I had a tumblr account that was just lying around doing nothing, so I decided to clean it up just a wee little bit and made it a blog to share tidbits/musings. A delightful few readers mentioned being excited for my Isu Monster Desmond/Ezio fic, so why not kick off this blog with a tidbit of the draft of the first chapter of that?