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Fandom: FOP and ANW
Canon or AU: AU
Fic: Twice as Bright
A/N: So, this is the chapter snippet I cut. It came out better in the final version, but I didn’t want to delete this, especially after spending so much time on it. XD
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“That was easy,” Ozy scoffed as Asmodeus dumped them on the floor and stepped on their right wrists to break them. The wrists snapped satisfyingly, and Cosmo and Wanda screamed behind the gags. They strained toward their wands, which Asmodeus kicked out of reach. Ozy undid the gags since there was no sense. No one would hear them.
Cosmo and Wanda stared up at them with wide eyes, and Asmodeus was painfully hard as he stared back. Decisions, decisions. He stroked himself, and Cosmo and Wanda retreated, floating toward the windows. Unfortunately for them, the windows were painted closed. Also, unfortunately, Ozy snagged them in a magical tractor beam, threw them onto the king-size bed, and paralyzed them from the neck down.
“Who are you?” Wanda demanded.
“What do you want with us?” Cosmo added.
“I should think that would be rather obvious,” Asmodeus said, smirking. Something else had occurred to him, and he scowled. “We need to prevent the brats from following us. They haven’t noticed their absence yet, but Tootie, at least, can pursue Cosmo and Wanda.”
“That’s right!” Cosmo said. “Timmy, Chloe, and Tootie will come for us--”
“No one is coming for you,” Asmodeus snapped, waving his wand to conjure a barrier about the hotel that placed it between dimensions and inaccessible with a Fairy World wand, training or otherwise. Once that was finished, he disrobed and stroked himself. Cosmo and Wanda exchanged horrified glances and, to his amusement, tried to break through the paralysis to get closer. They were trying to hold each other, Asmodeus thought. Cosmo’s lower lip quivered.
“It’ll be okay, sugar,” Wanda whispered. “You’ll see. They’ll--”
She stopped when Asmodeus undressed them. Evidently, even her optimism had its limits.
Wanda shut her eyes, and a faint pink glow surrounded her. Despite not having a wand and being frozen by dark magic, she was trying to free herself. It was admirable, if pointless. Cosmo whimpered, glancing from Wanda to Ozy and Asmodeus, both of whom were naked and stroking their lengths.
“Wanda…” he whined. Asmodeus fought a snicker and responded by slapping her hard in the face. It broke her concentration, and she gasped, eyes flying open.
“Hey!” Cosmo snapped. “Don’t hit my wife!”
“Oh, we intend to do far more than that to you two,” Asmodeus said, sharing a wicked grin with Ozy. Ozy produced a bottle of lube, and Cosmo’s eyes were huge. His glance darted around the room, and he, too, began glowing. His was green, not pink, but he was clearly trying to channel his magic and break through.
It occurred to Asmodeus that, with the two fairies trapped in their normal forms, this would cause extensive physical trauma. He laughed, climbing onto the bed in sync with Ozy. The telepathic buzz came between the fairies, and Asmodeus’s mirth decreased a notch. They were still, unbelievably, trying to comfort each other. This was what he’d been afraid of if he kept them nearby. Since Fairy World had weakened his magic, if Cosmo and Wanda fought together, they might overcome him and Ozy. They couldn’t be allowed to focus for that long.
Ozy tossed Asmodeus the lube, and again, the two Unseelie fairies moved in sync, opening their victims’ legs for access. Cosmo was shaking, the obnoxious green glow growing stronger. Asmodeus had forgotten that Cosmo was much better with magic when he was focused on a different problem. Right now, Cosmo’s energy was working toward freeing himself and Wanda. That couldn’t be allowed to continue.
Asmodeus hated that he didn’t have telepathy with Ozy because it meant he’d have to spoil some of the surprise.
“You’re going to have to take him first,” Asmodeus scoffed. “You’ve seen what happens when Wanda’s attacked before him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cosmo snapped, his high voice an octave above normal. “What are you going to do to her?”
He continued to fight the spell. “Don’t…touch…my wife…”
Ozy scoffed, not taking Cosmo seriously, though he should have. An enraged, insane Cosmo was no laughing matter. However, Ozy's sinking fingers inside Cosmo and stretching him out distracted him sufficiently. Asmodeus was grateful Cosmo had such a short attention span, as it allowed him to return to his previous endeavor, which was stretching Wanda out. He could take her from the front, but he knew from experience how much taking her from behind hurt her. His heart pounded; if Cosmo wasn’t sufficiently distracted, even by being raped, he’d try to kill Asmodeus and Ozy for raping Wanda. In that state of mind, he might even succeed.
Shit. It was enough to soften Asmodeus. He hadn’t realized how afraid he was of Cosmo’s vengeance, perhaps because it made no sense unless witnessed firsthand.
Ozy was too foolhardy to lose his erection over potential consequences. Instead, as soon as he judged himself ready, he thrust hard into Cosmo, who screamed. Asmodeus grinned as Ozy ripped into Cosmo, and sparkling blood poured out. It restored his erection, especially imagining Wanda in the same condition.
Wanda gasped, her magic seeking Cosmo desperately. Unlike Cosmo, she couldn’t perform any spells without her wand. She was powerless, and Asmodeus took advantage of it to pin her to the bed, conjure knives, and impale her hands to the mattress. Wanda screamed, her pink eyes wide with terror and agony, and Asmodeus flung her legs up to sodomize her. As there’d been with Cosmo, there was blood gushing, and she could barely breathe. Asmodeus, using the wand to help, ripped her wings off.
“...stop…” she whispered. “Please…”
Asmodeus laughed, slamming his hips so hard into hers that he heard the bones break. Cosmo growled; he seemed torn between feeling Wanda’s anguish and his own. Asmodeus had almost forgotten that the Bond conveyed both sides. The two had to be going insane, then, with the pain coursing in their magical link. Cosmo seemed to have forgotten English and whispered in ancient fairy, occasionally shooting off green sparks as he tried to defend himself instinctively.
Ozy pulled back only to rush in again, laughing as he punched Cosmo in the face. Asmodeus wondered whether anyone had thought to simultaneously torture both sides of a Bond. Probably not. Fuck, he could feel his climax approaching just thinking about how badly broken they’d be.
Purple sparks were hitting the outside barrier. Tootie, or, more likely, Peri, was trying to break through and reach Cosmo and Wanda. Ozy snickered, thrusting in and out only to pull out entirely and ejaculate all over Cosmo. The right side of the bed was awash in Cosmo’s blood, and Asmodeus could tell Ozy had broken Cosmo’s hips and left leg in his enthusiasm.
Cosmo wasn’t screaming or whimpering, though. Asmodeus shrugged, deciding he’d solve that mystery later. Instead, he focused on pounding Wanda to within an inch of her being until, finally, he forced her mouth open and ejaculated on her face. Wanda shuddered, trying to spit the cum out, and Asmodeus forced her to swallow.
The hotel suite shook like a tiny toy in the hands of a child. Asmodeus and Ozy exchanged worried glances. Peri couldn’t break through, and Tootie wouldn’t have had a snowball’s chance in hell. On the other hand, the Fairy World Council and Jorgen might be able to shatter the barrier. Asmodeus was loath to leave Wanda, especially when she was shaking, pale, and bleeding profusely. She’d have to remove the knives to move freely, and he hadn’t lifted the paralysis.
Asmodeus wouldn’t let her pass out, and between her hands, wrist, hips, anus, and back, she had to be in the throes of agony. He had to be careful she didn’t bleed out, considering her copious wounds. Wanda whimpered, and he released the paralysis for her to turn her head to the right toward her husband.
“...Cosmo…” she whispered.
“We’re going to have to leave and return,” Ozy scowled. “Fairy World’s onto us. Tootie must’ve gone for Jorgen when she couldn’t follow Cosmo and Wanda.”
Asmodeus scowled, too. He hated it when Ozy was right. Irritated that he’d have to leave his prize behind for now, he yanked out a large mass of curls and then rubbed his flaccid cock against Wanda’s lips. Wanda moaned. Her eyes were glassy with pain, and her skin was clammy.
Beside her, Cosmo had gone utterly still. He was alive; Asmodeus saw his chest rising and falling, but Cosmo was otherwise unresponsive. It’d be hilarious if this really had broken them.
“Don’t worry,” Asmodeus crooned. “We’ll be back.”
He and Ozy left the two fairies limp and shocked on the bed. Somehow, they’d skirt the damn Council and keep their prizes this time.