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Content Warning

This episode contains themes of:

– Sexual content & nudity

– Sexual coercion / manipulation

– Physical & emotional abuse

– Drug / substance influence

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The air was thick with static and the scent of scorched velvet.

Spice was nothing but a smear now—heat, ego, and koala flesh left burning in the room below. Rue stood in the broken doorway, wings glitching before fading, blood trailing from her lip in punctuation marks.

The fight was over.

Or so she thought.

Chains.

And a faint, melodic giggle.

Rue froze.

She turned toward the stairwell tucked behind the storage bay—a passage she hadn’t noticed before. Aura still rolling off her in waves, she ascended, slow and wary.

What she found—

It wasn’t a room.

It was a rooftop. A private altar. A hidden sanctuary high above the Venin Den’s velvet lies.

And in the center?

Chains glimmered in violet light. Velvet cuffs. A collar.

And Luma.

Suspended. Glowing. Giggling through parted lips.

Her body was slick with sweat and shimmer, thighs trembling, feathered wings shackled high. Her head lolled as she blinked, dazed.

“Mmm… you’re not Spice,” she murmured dreamily.

“You’re too… tall.”

Rue didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

“You here to dose me, Smokey Eyes?” Luma purred, head tilting.

“Promise I’ll be good this time… unless you like a fight.”

Something in Rue’s chest cracked.

She crossed the rooftop in three strides. One motion. One purpose.

The first cuff snapped open.

Luma gasped.

“Oooh… you’re rougher than the last one. I like that.”

Rue caught her before she hit the ground.

Soft. So soft.

She weighed nothing.

Or maybe Rue was too heavy—with rage. With guilt. With ache.

“You smell like thunder…” Luma whispered into her collarbone.

Rue’s jaw clenched. Her grip tightened.

And then—she took to the sky.

The wind howled as they broke through the rooftop’s shimmer-field, air snapping around them like a rebirth.

Rue carried her close—one arm beneath her thighs, one across her back. Runic wings slicing upward with a fury that betrayed her silence.

“Mmm… you gonna punish me now, Smokey Eyes?” Luma cooed, lips brushing Rue’s neck.

“I snuck drinks from the venom bar… really naughty… deserve to be spanked, huh?”

Rue said nothing.

Her aura unfurled—coiling, hungry, alive. It bled into Luma’s bloodstream like fire over velvet.

Luma moaned.

“Ohhh… what is that?” she whispered.

Rue landed on a secluded rooftop—one only she knew. A place the Venin Den never touched.

She laid Luma down like a relic, a lost thing the stars had forgotten. And chained her again—gently this time—to a steel loop she herself had once used for anchoring mid-mission.

Not to trap.

To ground.

“Mmm… you’re not like the others…” Luma whispered.

“Spice never chained me this soft… never stroked my cheek… You gonna kiss me next?”

Rue knelt beside her. Hands trembling. Heat aching.

Luma pulled her closer. Guided Rue’s hand to her chest. Let the chain drag across the clamps. She gasped.

“I should be punished, huh?” she whispered.

“Should I beg?”

Rue leaned down, her breath hot against Luma’s ear.

“You want punishment?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Then don’t you dare let go.”

Rue yanked her skyward again—this time, on purpose.

Chains trailing. Wings bound. Glow dripping down her body like liquid stars.

And Luma? Laughing. Moaning. Trembling.

“Gods, you fly like sin…”

Rue hissed, “Don’t act like you can’t fly now.”

“I can’t!”

“Then learn. Spread your wings, Moonlight.”

And she let go.

Luma dropped.

Only a few feet—before her wings snapped open. She caught herself. She flew.

Luma screamed. Laughed. Sobbed.

“Goddess… it’s been over a year…” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Rue hovered beside her.

Over a year? the thought seared, but she said nothing—just watched her intensely.

When Luma began to falter again, Rue caught her. Lowered her. Tucked her into her coat. Wings curled around them both like shadows whispering.

Luma blinked up at her, eyes glassy, chest rising in unsteady rhythm.

Rue whispered, “Let’s go, Moonlight.”

The oversized jacket slipped from Rue’s shoulders, baring the glow of her collarbones to the cool night air.

Rue lingered too long—breathing her in. The sweetness of venom, sweat, and something Rue refused to name.

But restraint splintered.

If she stayed…

If she touched her again…

Rue swallowed hard and stood abruptly.

“Stay here,” she said gruffly, voice ragged with more than exhaustion.

She hesitated—almost reached out—then pulled away.

“I’ll bring you something. Food. Water.”

Luma blinked slowly, lips parted, dreamy and wrecked.

“M’kay… Smokey Eyes…” she whispered.

Rue’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Without another word, she took off—wings slicing the stars, vanishing into the dark.

It took her less than fifteen minutes to find supplies.

Water. A protein bar. A flask of electrolyte serum.

It should have been enough.

She thought the crisp night air would cool her blood. Straighten her spine. Remind her why she couldn’t have the girl chained to her rooftop.

She was wrong.

So wrong.

Rue landed lightly at the rooftop’s edge, boots silent against the stone. Her jaw tight. Her gaze carefully guarded.

Luma sat exactly where Rue had left her.

Mostly.

The chain still dangled from her wrist, catching the violet light.

Rue moved forward, cautious, almost robotic. She knelt, setting the water bottle down. The cap clicked softly as she unscrewed it.

“Drink,” Rue murmured, offering it carefully.

Luma didn’t take it.

Instead, she smirked. Tilted her head.

And before Rue could react—

She moved.

Fluid. Intentional.

Luma slid into Rue’s lap, straddling her thighs as if she’d always belonged there. Like Rue was hers.

Rue stiffened instantly. The water bottle slipped from her hand, forgotten, bouncing harmlessly across the stone.

“You reek of venom,” Rue muttered, her voice frayed.

“Only two doses,” Luma purred against her neck. “And my usual elixir. Barely a buzz.”

Rue’s hands went to her waist—not to hold, but to stop. Still, Luma brushed her lips against Rue’s skin, slow and dangerous. Fingers trailed down her chest, lingering, teasing.

Then she pressed her palm firmly against Rue’s sternum.

“Well… aren’t you full of surprises, Smokey Eyes,” she whispered. “Layered. Guarded. But so easy to read when I’m this close.”

Rue caught her wrist. “Luma—”

“Mmm-mm.” Luma’s grin widened, teeth grazing her neck. “That’s not what I want to hear. I want you to say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you want me to keep going.”

Rue’s breath caught. “You’re naked.”

“You noticed.” She rocked her hips slightly, teasing, deliberate. “Better think quick, Smokey Eyes… I might make a mess.”

Rue’s aura slipped like smoke, brushing against her thighs, coiling like phantom hands. Luma gasped, head falling back.

“Mmm… there it is.”

Rue growled—low, dangerous. Restraint was fracturing.

But Luma leaned closer, whispering, “Smokey Eyes doesn’t wanna play with me? That’s okay… I’ll just play with you.”

Rue’s grip on her hips tightened.

“I mean…” Luma’s eyes gleamed, wicked. “I could ride you without a single word. You wouldn’t stop me. You’d let me—”

That was it.

Rue’s voice broke like gravel.

“You wanna play… fine.”

In one swift motion, Rue stood, Luma clinging to her. She spun, pressing her against the rooftop pillar. The chain slipped from Luma’s hand—Rue caught it midair, snapping it against the metal hook she’d bolted into the wall long ago.

Click.

Then Rue wrapped the other end—

Not to the pillar.

To herself.

She leaned in, breath sultry at Luma’s ear.

“Let’s play.”

The chain clinked as Rue twisted it deliberately, looping it around her wrist.

“You wanna play?” she whispered. “Then you follow my rules now.”

Luma’s breath caught, but the smirk stayed. Bare. Shackled. Teasing still.

Rue stepped back, pulling the chain taut until Luma stumbled forward, her chest brushing Rue’s clothed torso. The contact burned through them both.

“Rule one,” Rue said softly, deadly, “you don’t touch me unless I tell you to.”

Luma blinked. “But I just—”

Rue gripped her chin, tilting her face up.

“That was your last free move.”

The words sank deep. A slow fuse catching flame.

Rue let go.

“On your knees.”

Luma hesitated.

Rue gave the chain a sharp tug.

“Knees.”

She dropped. The rooftop was cold against her skin—but the heat inside her burned brighter.

Rue stepped closer, towering above, tugging the chain so she had no choice but to look up. Her voice was a quiet, commanding hum.

“Rule two,” she said. “No coming unless I say.”

Luma whimpered. “Smokey Eyes—”

Rue crouched, fingers threading gently through Luma’s thick pink curls.

“Say my name like that again, Moonlight,” she whispered, “and I’ll break every rule I just gave you.”

Luma’s lips parted—hungry, trembling.

But Rue wasn’t finished.

“Rule three… You wanted to play so badly? Then you’ll sit there, touch nothing, and let me watch you fall apart. Under my voice. My aura. My chain.”

Her aura pulsed—harder this time, like phantom hands curling around Luma’s throat and hips.

Luma gasped, back arching, a moan slipping free as her thighs pressed together. From her place on the ground, she barely came up to Rue’s chest. Looking up at her was dizzying—Rue seemed impossibly tall, shadow spilling over her like another set of wings.

“Already squirming,” Rue murmured. “Sad little bat. You begged for this, and now you can’t even sit still.”

Another pulse.

Luma’s head tipped back, mouth open, eyes fluttering. She had to crane her neck just to meet Rue’s gaze.

Rue’s voice coiled like smoke. “Do you want to touch yourself, Moonlight?”

“Yes… please—”

Rue crouched lower, even then still towering over her. She pressed a gloved finger to Luma’s lips.

“Shhh. No touching yet. You wanted to play—so let’s see how long you can last.”

Her aura swept through her again, rolling between her thighs like silk turned heat.

“You’re soaked,” Rue growled darkly. “And I haven’t even touched you.”

“I can’t—”

“Then break.”

The aura coiled tighter, brushing every nerve like a phantom caress. Luma shook, hands clenching in her lap, jaw slack from the effort of holding still.

And then… she giggled.

Drunk on venom and shadow, her laughter bubbled up, dizzy and wild. “You’re so serious...intense,” she whispered, eyes glassy.

Rue’s aura pulsed again—sharp, warning, protective. But Luma tilted her head, smile crooked.

“Mmmm… Spice never talked like this.”

Rue froze.

Luma didn’t notice—or didn’t care. She licked her bottom lip and whispered, “I like this waaaay better.”

That was it.

Rue’s aura snapped tight like a whip—then vanished.

In the next instant, Rue surged forward. At 6’5, she lifted Luma like nothing, pinning her against the pillar. Wings flared, chain yanked taut, Rue’s jaw locked like stone.

Her lips brushed Luma’s ear.

“Do. Not. Say. That name around me.”

Luma blinked—stunned, then mischievous. “Ssspppp—”

She didn’t finish.

Rue yanked the chain, hooked her arm around Luma’s waist, and launched them skyward.

The city dropped away beneath them, neon and velvet turning to specks.

Luma cried out, gasping, as the wind ripped past her ears. She looked so small against Rue’s long frame—barely able to curl into her as Rue carried her higher, higher.

Rue spun once mid-air, holding her close, chain glinting in the moonlight. The difference in their size was stark—Rue’s hand spanning nearly the width of Luma’s waist, her arm locking her completely into place.

She locked eyes with her.

“You wanted to feel again?” Rue’s voice was velvet and lightning.

Luma swallowed, utterly undone.

Rue’s lips brushed hers—not a kiss, not yet. A threat. A promise.

“Now you will.”

And then she kissed her.

Hard.

Claiming.

Luma gasped into her mouth, dwarfed in Rue’s arms...Rue swallowed the sound whole.

Rue kissed her once more...claiming.

And when she broke away, it wasn’t mercy.

Her mouth trailed down her jawline... A storm of aura rolled through Luma’s body, pulling another gasp from her lips.

“Don’t get to compare me to anyone,” Rue murmured. “You don’t get to moan for anyone else. You’re mine when I touch you.”

The city spun below. And Rue held her suspended in the sky—possessed, claimed, undone.

Luma whispered, glassy-eyed, trembling, “Smokey Eyes…”

Rue chuckled darkly. “That’s more like it.”