The Fool

Weeks of teasing had resulted in this — Barbatos giving Solomon, Asmodeus and the young master his most deadpan expression while the lot of them bickered like children over the fact that Barbados hadn't a lover yet.

Pathetic, he thought — the utter lack of mental occupation it would take to reach limits such as this was astronomical, yet the band of baboons in front of him that he had reluctantly called his responsibility had managed to cross it with relative ease. Of course, Barbatos wouldn't have expected anything else from them so he could not say he was particularly surprised, displeased would be a more appropriate adjective for his current state.

“My lord, I regret to inform you that I am in no way particularly interested in taking on a lover.”

“Oh come now, for a demon to truly flourish, support from a lover is practically a must.”

A sigh fled himself, he did not have any one like that — but with the way they insisted it was as if they had expected a lady to fall from the sky when he mentioned his desire to not spend his eternity at the disposal of the prince. 

The Avatar of lust was truly quite a pain to deal with at moments of these, his constant proposals to find a woman for him and his ‘suggestions’ annoyed the duke to no end — had he not been.. Who he was, Barbatos would have surely had him punished for his audacity. “I regret to inform you all that I can not magic a dime for myself.” The huff that broke through the group should have been their first warning, usually they would back off at that, but there was something off about the trio today — something almost devious about their aura.

Minutes went by, more teasing, more insistence, more pushing.

And finally, the butler snapped.

“If fate wills me to have a maiden of my own may she drop down into my arms, this instant.” silence — absolute silence, breaking the severe atmosphere — Solomon burst out laughing, “That’s not how it works.”

“An irrelevant matter, if there is purpose in fate, it shall do as I wish.”

The passing of seconds were punctuated by nothing other than the soft coo of the breeze and the laughter of the imbeciles he cared for.

Then out of the blue..

A sharp scream shot out of the sky.

Sudden weight bore down on his arms.

A woman, in dainty white cloth, her features were enchanting and her presence even more so, greying feathers adorned the wings that sprung from her back — she looked startled at the situation but none of them could do much to soothe her nerves with how caught off guard they were themselves. It is not every day an angel drops from heaven into the duke of hell’s arms.

Heart beating wildly, almost out of her chest she quivered in Barbatos’s embrace.

“I.. I.. Have I fallen?” Her voice was so rich and smooth, he thought it could have calmness even cerberus. The duke quickly brought his arms to wrap around her more securely, not taking the chance of dropping the angle he had caught. 

“I am afraid so, my lady.” An almost disbelieving chuckle left the prince, “It seems fate has willed it, Barbatos.”

The look he had shot the prince shut him up almost immediately as he pressed his angel closer to himself.

“Come my dear, I shall help you adjust to Devildom.”

Damian's concern for you only grows when he sees sweat bead at your temples as your head dips back hitting the car seat’s headrest.

“I demand to know what has you so restless.”

You moan out in frustration with how persistent Damian was being — you were hoping — praying he would not notice, but with how you were acting you couldn’t exactly say you were surprised when his gaze almost immediately shifted to the sweat slicked, flushed expression on your face with a look of faint suspicion.

But what could you say to him? That his whorish sister was rocking herself against the material of her panties right in front of him? That her lower lips were quivering and soaked as his thumb rubbed against her knuckles with the most infuriatingly concerned look on his face.

“N-no Da-ahh..”

Your eyes screw shut at that. God, this was so humiliating — you could not even get a sentence out without sounding like a slut. You noticed his gaze sharpen at that and heat quickly reaches your ears in an almost deafening ring — had you known the pollen would be this strong you would never have come.

Yes, Jason had pulled you aside and briefed you about the invasive species that had affected the air in the area and had told you that it had certain.. aphrodisiac properties which happened to only affect women and discouraged you from leaving — but you had thought he was only exaggerating, that he was being the overprotective older brother he always was.

You have never regretted a decision as much as you did now.

Every little brush of the flimsy fabric against your breasts and perked nipples, every graze against your aching cunt sent you into a frenzy. The worst part of your predicament being that you had no one who could help you, the closest city, even village, was miles away and you were having trouble staying conscious as you were.

You couldn't even think properly, caught between wanting to tell Damian to just get out as you helped yourself and maintaining what little dignity you had remaining.

Lost in thought you didn't even feel your brother’s hand snaking to your face, his fingers cupping your jaw and turning it so his concentrated eyes met your ditzy ones. “I am asking you once more, What. Is. Wrong. With. You.” you struggled against his strong grip — every touch feeling too intoxicating and you were afraid if you did not pull away soon you could not bear to leave his embrace later.

“Dami-an please.”

“I refuse to move his vehicle even an inch further, until you speak.” His voice carried his usual authoritative demeanor along with something you didn't quite have the energy to place. With a whimper you let out the most pathetic plea for mercy you can hoping he would pity you and just take you away without asking much more.

A deep, distorted voice crackles through the nearly busted up radio.

“What’s going on there, demon?”

Oh, you think, a saviour finally. Damian might not listen to you but with Todd taking your side surely he would be persuaded to some extent, your brother's eyes trace your frame once more — persistent as he always was he continued searching for anything that could indicate your state. “She seems ill but refuses to tell me what may have caused it and how she feels.”

Jason’s voice pauses at his words and you can practically hear him choke out as realization dawns over him.

“Theres a monitor near the observation mirror, switch it on”

Damian pushes the ridge revealing a red blinking light and faces it towards you. From what Jason can see it looks like the flowers had you heavily drugged and it was only getting worse by the minute — the glossy eyes, parted lips, heaving breath and very obviously pebbled nipples were all telltales of how much of it you had been exposed to.

Your posture relaxes and you slide down the seat, “Jason- the city, please. Damian will not listen to me but he will listen to you.”

His voice goes silent from the other end and your heart drops at the thought, had he broken up on you? Was there truly no one that could get you out of this situation now? Then you notice Damian's eyes on you once more — no.. not on you, You follow his gaze and feel stunned yourself when your gaze catches on the absolutely soaked junction between your thighs and the syrup having sopped through your panties, even your leggings.

Damian’s hands moved quick — severing the connection with Jason.

At this point there was not much you could do except bury your burning face in your palms.

“I’m so-so sorry Dami. I don't know- I thought I would be able to dodge the pollen but it hurts and I feel so heavy, I just wanna go home—”

His hand comes to rest at your thigh, gently rubbing his thumb against it in reassurance — interrupting your apologies and a moment of silence beats between the two of you, the only thing audible was the faint chirp of crickets in the distance and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Peering out from between your fingers you catch his blank expression.

And with a fluid motion his fingers come to pinch the fabric just shy of your heat while his other hand fondles with a retractable knife in thought.

You sat absolutely frozen, no matter how much it burdened your body you did not think you had it in your heart to ruin a nineteen year old relationship with someone of your own blood just because you wanted an orgasm. While you sat biding your time with hesitance  ― Damian was much quicker, his calloused fingers finding your now sheen panties in no time.

This time he tears through them with only his fingers, making you gasp at the cool feeling of his silver rings pressing against your little bundle of nerves.

“Damian!” you wail out. “No, no, no you don't have to, please jus-” cutting yourself off with a mewl, all you could do was watch in horror as your other half’s calloused fingers split your lips apart, leaving the sticky mess to run down and pool at the seats edge, thin web like strings connecting the mess to your cunt.

“You are my sister, I care for you and you do so too. If this is the cost of relieving you of pain, then so be it.”

Your hands try desperately to escape his, “P-please, please, I ca-n try. I can try fi-ha fixing it.”

His persistent motions still for a moment, “It will not work, Todd stated the only way is for you to receive..” His eyes refuse to meet yours only adding to your guilt, the last thing you want is for him to think you were a degenerate. Having grown up together — under the same roof, under the same care, and now you were fighting the urge to lie spread eagle as whoever did whatever they wanted to your slick pussy.

“N-mh,” the burn in your abdomen having more of an effect on you then you would like to admit, “If it doesn't work.. You can.. help me” You finally let out through gritted teeth.

Damian’s finger almost hesitantly retracted from your entrance.

You lightly cleared your throat, though he had seen you in nearly everything, ranging from dresses to you in only your panties — this felt more intimate than what was alright, even in your consciousness. Damian understood the message you tried to convey and cast you a last glance before exiting the mobile.

Taking a moment to notice his absence, you were still too focused on the sheer humiliation that was your twitching core. Cautious fingers come to gently graze at the petals of your flushed cunt — A gentle dip here and a curl there, even though those touches sent sparks through your very core they were too careful, they grazed too far from the one spot that would send you over edge.

You had to shamefully admit, your fingers weren't enough to satisfy you.

Minutes seemed like hours to you while you continued to hump your hand, your slick spilling all around — your wrist was sopping and so was the seat beneath you, spent stringing and dripping down, but you could only focus on the chase for the release you oh so desired but never came.

Tears of frustration pricked your eyes as your desperation reflected in the way you scissored yourself relentlessly.

Fingers curl inside you, pressing onto your soft gummy insides with obscene, loud squealches that sound through the car, you hook your ankle on the dashboard — allowing you easier access.

You were knuckles deep inside yourself yet still you couldn't feel the impending euphoria you needed.

Through the foggy windows Damian watches your faint silhouette, he sees his sister buck her hips to the air, every part of her seemed to be quivering. Overstimulated, he thinks — he knows the feeling of his trousers getting tighter as he heard you whimper and cry out was wrong but he simply could not let his gaze drift from the lewd sight of your cunt practically milking your fingers for semen they lacked.

If only you had taken up his offer before, the both of you would have gotten what you wanted.

Now all he could do was watch from a distance until your stubborn mind inevitably swayed with desperation and you begged him to ravage your body. His mind could not help but to wonder thinking of all the possibilities he had of taking you.

The two of you had always been close, much more than siblings usually were — while others would argue and fight, Damian had always been there for you when you needed him and in turn you never once defied his wishes often feeling like you had to repay him for the kindness he showed you. You had always been close and perhaps your circumstances pushing you two together had helped shape your relationship with your brother.

Often times the two of you when little you would peck each other on the lips like you had seen older couples do — it was never as passionate, usually it was quite clumsy and sometimes you would miss his lips entirely but it was your way of expressing your love for each other, sleep together — his arms always enveloping your waist like a safety net making it impossible for you to move without alerting him and another time when he had accidentally walked in on you bathing when the two of you were older — you acted like you always did, flustered —l trying to cover yourself the best you could with your arms, but to Damian seeing you like that changed how he viewed you and your relationship.

Growing up with Talia and later Bruce, both who were very busy and did not pay much attention to how their children acted no one ‘corrected’ your behaviour and later on it had become habits neither of you could escape.

After that little incident Damian let his hands wander more when you both slept together.

He let his kisses deepen and his teeth would come down to teasingly graze your lips.

He openly oogled at our form while you would change or bathe when he got the chance.

The two of you truly did love each other even if it was in a way others deemed unacceptable, neither of you would have it any other way though.

Hearing the door open snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes caught sight of you, spent and restless with your lips swollen and parted from being constantly sucked on, nude for him with your hand still between our legs.

“Damian, I can’t do it..” You said, facing away from him your voice was breathy and nearly as strained as his self restraint was, unable to confront the embarrassing truth. Moving closer to you he could see the flush of skin, the dazed look — how you truly looked so helpless at that moment.

With long strides he closed the distance between the two of you, having kicked off your leggings almost as soon as he had left the car now you were only left in your practically sheen panties. His gaze seemed almost intimidating to you with how vulnerable you were now, fighting every urge to curl into yourself — you remained holding his gaze.

Then his hands slipped, further and further up under your shirt — stopping at the dip of your waist, his thumbs pressed down firmly at the base of your tips and he lowered you till you're pressed down with your hair splayed out on his seat.

Now he could feel every shake — hear every pathetic whimper — see how your hands reached out desperately to claw at anything for even a hint of comfort.

To you it was plain torture, his nose pressing just below your navel like he was savouring the least significant spot on you instead of your practically beating cunt. “Dam-ian, oh.. oh.. no, not there..”

Damian's restraint was slipping by the minute, he certainly was not going to restrain himself not after he found out you whine like that, but with the time he's got and the privacy you have why not stretch it out a bit more? Savour it. He thought “‘Not there'? Where else would you want me?” he immediately felt your legs wrap around his hips even in their weakened state they tried tugging him closer, becoming him.

He would see the gloss over your eyes more clearly now, those pretty lips parting saying words he wouldn't give a second thought to, not now.

Your hips jerked needy for any friction he would give her.

His nose trailed lower, eventually bumping onto your clit, then lower into your dripping folds. The more he stalled the more pressure you used, your ankles firm on his hips but he wouldn't budge.

Both thumbs travelled down to your folds parting your lips, the slick lewdly webbing together before your entrance.

And with one lascivious trail of his tongue he halted all the half finished thoughts you never were able to say.

You came undone.

He went on and on with his ministrations until droplets trailed your temples, you mewled at the overstimulation — though the haze seemed to lighten the pollen's effects on you, the burning didn't stop, not even close.

Damian’s saliva trailed your already swollen libia, your legs felt like jelly in his hands and your ankles quivered even when your brother had stopped lapping at your cunt. That should have been your first warning, because when your brother set his mind to something he never stopped till he got what he wanted.

With a mind breaking second high you spewed your essence all over his face and chest — mouth falling open to scream but no sound came out of it. He watches the heavy breaths you took wrack through your chest, breasts heaving while your eyes had closed in utter bliss — but he knew you weren't — he was sure of it, after all you were his sister and could he really call you that without your relentless ness?

You were so dazed out you didn't even snap back when you heard the unbuckle of a heavy belt.

Your brother had his tip gently grazing the petals of your entrance, with aching slowness he spread what little of his essence he could against you and that's when you felt it, a little part, a concentrated warmth, his body pressing up against you now with his hands on either side of your hips, his grip so hard you feared he would imprint himself onto you.

To him this was near euphoria, he had had his share of nights with his hands wrapped around his cock, only the image of you in his mind — the relentless rutting but no feeling of escape has clouded his mind for years.

Between you and him, you had always been the one to deny it, the one to avoid her own feelings just because of how scared she was of being perceived as that.

But no matter.

You were his now.

Instantly your head met the leather of his seat and your back arched off the surface almost instinctively. Damian's hips meet yours without hesitation in pure desperation, his member now snug against your cervix — your cunt sucks him in so deliciously your delirious moans and your flailing legs almost keep him from pulling out and thrusting himself in you.

Regardless he does so. Now pressing up to your gummy walls and that spot that had you singing in ways he could only have heard before from the other room while you had your ex over. With each thrust he pressed his palm against your abdomen making you feel every vein that defied you, that had been shaped from your own blood and flesh.

His other hand made quick work and pressed its fingers down your throat if only to feel another one of your orifices tightening around him, the more you gagged and writhed the more intoxicated he became with your form.

“Loosen up, you're strangling me.” he mumbled

But it was all near incoherent to you with how mushy your brain had become, the only thoughts in your mind heaved for release, but he was sure had you been conscious enough you would have snapped back, but to his luck you were not.

Damian’s thrusts felt more concentrated now, centered around bullying your most delicate area, the tip bashed against you again and again and again — he had practically bent you in half now, your knees nearly touching your ears and his hand having a harsh grip on both your wrists.

He had completely restrained you.

“D-amian, Damian, Damian.” His name etched itself onto your tongue, the way you called his name, each time punctuated with a gasp or a cry spurred him on more till you were screaming from the pleasure of him alone.

“Cum for me.”

Your body reacted almost immediately to his command, your fluid being pulled together just to push yourself over the edge, fingers reaching out to him — he acted quickly intertwining his fingers with yours.

A wonton moan makes its way out of you as you feel his hot seed fill your womb and you try savouring it as best as you could before he pulled out, not that the current grip you had on him would allow that but you knew it was inevitable. 

Something was wrong.

The burning had only stopped for a moment but had returned the second after he had emptied himself inside you.

Sobbing your fingers clutched his tighter, “It’s not working.. Damian It’s not working.” The way your voice broke almost made him feel bad for you.. Almost.

Your breathing became erratic and you tried pulling yourself away from him but he was too heavy with all his weight balanced on top of you. Suddenly feeling lightheaded the aching of your head made it feel like you were spinning — to Damian you looked entirely unfocused, your fingers tightened and loosened with confusion.

And that's when you saw it, delicate little flowers with white petals — the same ones that had you in this position, plainly set on the dashboard like it were decorations instead of the infectious pollen that had turned you into an animal in head.

Wait.. No.. Damian couldn’t have.. He wouldn’t..

Your cloudy eyes stare up at him one last time before all the consciousness you had left slipped out of you.

Damian pressed a little kiss to your lips before pulling out of you — stretching his back he looked towards the flowers once, but that wasnt what caught his attention, it was the severed wire and the still blinking red light of the monitor.. Which was not attached to the cable.

Somewhere in Gotham, Jason sat — his posture relaxed as he stared at the huge screen, his hand having travelled to his thigh rubbing his hard on with a grin stretching across his lips.