#rinx oc

You're not even sure how you achieved this yourself. You'd come to a certain point in your life where the physical changes seemed inconsequential to you. In fact, since you planned to keep living in the Rings, you figured these mutations would only serve to help you acclimate easier, maybe make some of the locals respect you more- It's a double-edged sword, socially.

You don't think there's any demonic ancestry in your genes, and even if there was, the chances of you becoming what you are today are the equivalent of winning a genetic lottery.

Three curling, spotless horns branch out from your head, symmetrical and evenly spaced, your back is adorned with leathered wings you've had a tough time learning to live with, and there's barely enough space on your lower back for the six flowing tails you've been gifted with by forces unknown. Although you are no concubus, your eyes still carry a shine to them, lashes long and heavy. Your pallid skin all but radiates in the burning heat of Wrath, and glimmers softly in the dusky skies of Sloth- Save for a choice few spots which are utterly void-like in complexion, yet seem to compliment your proportions perfectly.

It turns out you are a vision of utter beauty for most fiendish folk.

Covetous, irresistible, enraging, overpowering beauty.

Life has become hectic, to say the least.

People began getting pushy with you.

Concubi drooling over the ground you walk on, moaning for you to join them in adult industries, or just to let them touch you. Pride lusts for your image as well, wanting to make you the face of several modeling jobs and picturesque decorations. Greed demons attempt to ply you with ornaments, offering anything to have you as their arm candy. Gluttony likewise is very insistent on having you passing by almost every restaurant, promising to let you indulge in whatever you most crave. Sloth will do anything to keep you around for just a bit longer, oh just a little more- Smitten wrathful folks maim each other in your honor, and oh... You don't want to talk about the skinwalkers in Envy.

Celebrity that you've become, you'd give anything to have a moment to yourself, to have some privacy- But even having hired a trustworthy manager (you think they too are unfortunately infatuated), you simply can't do anything wihout having to face a crowd.

In fact, things get dire when the Icons themselves send formal invitations.

You can't deny them. Even if you wanted to, being in bad-standing with the rulers of Hell is a one way ticket to danger.

And, to make things even more conflicting, all of them seem to covet you, a realization that has you nearly nauseous.

Cero will wax about how poetic it is that only someone like you could ever meet his standards. That the two of you are clearly so alike and so aligned, it's be foolish for you to even want to stick around other Rings, with the dirty riff raff- But he understands, you are a public figure and you must tend to the masses. Just reach out to him when you've decided that you want a life as grand as it should be, by his side.

Vorticia is nothing if not a huge charming mistress to you, so effortlessly capable of dragging you into a comfortable dinning table to share meaningful conversation and splendid wine with. Isn't it nice to have this peace and quiet, away from people who simply can't appreciate you normally? If you would just let her care for your weary self, you'd want nothing else but to be in her hands. She promises.

Rinx is relentlessly pushy. He's sure the next set of priceless thingamajigs he sends your way will be what has you tumbling into his arms! Give in, you shall never crave for anything else, he will place you atop the tallest pedestal of the Ring itself. There's no one in Hell and out who could offer you a smidge of what Rinx readily lets flow your way. You are born for opulence and you would be his most unfathomable treasure.

Kalymir has promised he will have you. Neither a request nor a threat, he plainly says you will fall into his bloody hands when he slaughters all who dare take his chosen mate away. A gorgeous trophy you'd be, but to pair such looks with deathly force would be his greatest pleasure. You can only keep running from him for so long, and Kalymir is nothing if not a fan of the chase, you teasing little whore.

Zizz believes you'll choose him in the end. He can offer you a type of peace none of the other Icons hold. In the privacy of his chambers, you'll know nothing but the sweetest sleep and the most satisfying dreams. The two of you will dance together, away from undeserving eyes, your minds connected for a greater purpose. He has time to watch the others fumble and crush their chances entirely. Like the fools they are.

Vesper is determined to whisk you away and show you such insurmountable pleasures that you forget all others. He will play your perfect body the way it is meant to be, and everyone will see you come apart by his ministrations. Nothing else matters, darling, just let yourself get worshipped day and night, you'll live in a paradise of adoration and he alone will be the puppetteer to every spark of sensation.

Proper heat rears its head during mid to late transformation stages, being more solidified in the late stages. While at this stage you're not as destructive as a fully transformed Queen, you're twice as chaotic, being a fully grown adult experiencing a heat for the first time ever. You'll be restless and inconsolable regardless of transformation-type*, and though you won't know what's off first, when thoughts of your respective Icon start showing up, they just won't go away. The imps will have a hard time managing you, because at this point, you already have a decent amount of power and magic in your system, something they can't fight against without possibly dying in the process. They try to trap you into staying within a certain range.

Naturally, you will spend the whole day trying to reach your Icon, and will smell them the moment they are near. Bigger and larger, the impact of your form against theirs might send them tumbling down, and as you finally gain access to their warmth, skin, lips, voice- You'll be able to minimally calm down. Before the rampant arousal begins, and they either immediately cater to it, or get dragged into sex by you.

It is important -Well, advised- To be careful with any developing limbs during this stage. Excessive careless sexual activity might bend a developing tail wrong or chip a still fragile horn. The medical team summoned for this will tell you that ejaculating on the face should be avoided, since your new eyes are still somewhat sensitive and any miscalculation will hurt them.

Due to your organism's accelerated and overheated state, you can't get pregnant from this heat.

All the Icons will generally take it easier on you during this first heat. It's important to them that you come out of it relatively unscathed and not mentally negatively affected.

Sleep, be peaceful, the sight of you well-rested brings him peace as well.

You're warned, usually by Jayde, of where the King is when you wake up. It's easy to make your way to him when these meetings take place in Sloth- Not so much when they take place in the Hollow Seat.

But where there's a will there's a way, and lately it's become particularly hard to fall asleep without the hypnotizing softness and calm of your King-Husband.

No one is truly shocked when they see you waltz in.

Of course, it's rude to simply waddle in without a greeting, but each Icon has made it clear that significant others crowned as royals may also step inside the meeting room.

Your arrival silences any kind of discussion, until you land on Zizz's lap, who could feel your frustrated tiredness a mile away, and wordlessly cradles you closer. He readjusts your position, waving a hand in a specific pattern that summons a blanket. You're wrapped up and covered while the Icon motions for his fellow rulers to resume.

And slowly, the conversation picks back up.

Vesper can't help the quiet cooing. It's so saccharine, what you and Zizz have! He wishes he could bring concubines to meetings, it sure would make things more fun...

Kalymir grumbles impatiently, snarling whenever he's waved at by Zizz, who would appreciate it if he kept a cap to his volume right now.

Vorticia thinks this is proof you're a little spoiled. The least you could do, for your own good really, is pay attention. Don't rely on Zizz to fill you in on everything, like a toddler.

Cero thinks this is a shameful display, but when does he not? You're particularly sloppy in presentation, it gives him a headache. This is just the cherry on top.

Livius has the momentary episode of seethe that he has no sleepy Queen to hold. He's eerily attentive to any movement from your form, but Zizz appears unconcerned by his eccentricities.

Livius just ruins it for you. He begins adapting his own sexuality to match this, meaning that you want the sex to be bad, but so does he. You don't get satisfied, and neither does he, which is already different from what you crave, therefore unsatisfying both of you. In the end, he decides to complement rather than imitate- He becomes exclusively self-focused during sex, which sure, it fulfills this fantasy of yours, but you may have to request normal sex from time to time.

Cero is a dangerous Icon to play with here. Tell him the sex is bad and his bruised ego will mentally beat you down until you're teardully grateful that he even deigns to touch you. He ends up destroying intimacy during sex and leaning fully into his desires, never yours. You get what you want, at a big cost. Phrase it differently, ask to worship and focus on him exclusively, ask him to use you, do not ever mention enjoying bad sex or that the sex has ever been bad.

Kalymir is relatively easy to manage. It's easy for him to hurt you and miss your needs if you're not there to snarl instructions at times. Just don't say anything, or actively bark at him not to please you. It's confusing, sure, but he can tell both circumstances satisfy you, so he's not questioning it too much. To the King, it just seems as if you get off on brutal, uncaring dominance, something he's happy to provide. Getting to carelessly and thoughtlessly use you and have you enjoy such is a benefit, not really an attack on his performance.

Vorticia feels immediately attacked as well. Ironically, you wil have to reassure her repeatedly, and phrase things differently from time to time. She will withdraw from sexual intimacy for a while, then eventually ask you to describe the scenarios that would most arouse you regarding this peculiar preference. She can be entirely self-serving during sex, but the Queen enjoys your pleasure as well for the most part.

Rinx has a surprisingly different outlook. If bad sex is good sex, then that means he never really falls short, right? It's a win-win whether he's actually pleasuring you intentionally or failing to. This is fine, as far as he's concerned. You're always having a good time, he's having a good time, glad we're all on the same page! Would you like him to be even less mindful? The last thing the King of Greed will pass up is the ability to be selfish without guilt.

A jostle to the locks rings from outside, your face lifts as you assume he has changed his mind, but a subsequent number of tugs later, you realize he's testing the gear.

" I didn't take my own words to heart... You are too fragile for the Rings and I will not chance something like this happening ever again because I made the mistake of keeping my guard down. "

" She's gone, Rinx. " You remind, visions of the woman's lifeless eyes flashing in your mind. " Not everyone is her. "

" You don't get it. "

There's something like an exasperated chuckle from his side.

" You still don't get how important you are! "

There's nothing you can really leverage here. The mortal peril you were in paired with the sudden renewed interest of the press has the King disoriented and on high-alert.

" Rinx. Please. "

A long pause follows. Long enough that your heart sinks, wondering if he has silently taken his leave.

" I can trust you to come out... "

Yes! Yes-

" If you agree to speed up your transformation for me. "

It hits you like a brick, sending your figure cowering away from the door.

" W- What?! No- No, no way! "

Rinx sighs.

" ... I'll let you think about it, my treasure. "

Livius has... No real design. No care either. He wants to be a part of every type of Christmas, every style of color and every type of tree with all the different light and all the trinkets- Because he just sees a style he likes and wants it, then sees another good one and wants it too. That poor, poor tree is begging to be put down and everyone in Envy is too afraid to offer it mercy. You'll never see uglier Christmas decorations than in Envy, for sure.

Zizz has put very little effort into the Christmas tree. He has a series of notes and guides for stylistic presentation, but they're handed off to his servants while he watches (as in, sleeps through it). It's actually a pretty tree, and does feature a lot of patchwork decorations. He needs the lights to be dim and soft, none of that horrid blinking or he'll toss the thing into the next Ring.

Kalymir's Christmas tree is actually a pole with differently sized spikes from which he hangs the bones and heads of traitors, enemies and cowards. It fucking stinks. If you get him to minimize the rotting, it may actually look like a very cool tree.

For Vorticia, it only makes sense that the tree itself should be edible. And well, on the days nearing Christmas, a number of edible decorated trees will be consumed by the royals of Gluttony, each one often having a food theme to it. Rest assured Berle is making his giant ice cream Christmas tree.