Survival for darkmagic_luvr
Title: Survival
Author/Artist: aaronlisa
Recipient: darkmagic_luvr
Rating: FRM / R
Warnings: dub-con, mentions of blood-play
Pairing: Jo/demon!Bela
Summary: When it comes to it, it’s always about survival for Bela Talbot.
Notes: Set sometime before Season Five.
Word Count: 2195
It didn’t take Bela very long to learn the way of Hell, to learn that the only way for her to survive was for her to become like her gaolers and to become the torturer instead of the tortured. And the one thing about Bela Talbot that’s been consistent her whole life is that she’s a survivor. She’d made the deal with Lillith in order to survive and even if there was a part of her that remained horrified and disgusted that she had been able to embrace becoming a demon so easily, well the rest of her is grateful to be granted some freedom from the rack and from Hell.
* * *
Jo has come to hate any hunt involving calling on a demon. It goes without saying that they’re unreliable and untrustworthy. For every truthful answer that falls from a demon’s lips, ten lies are sure to follow. Yet she’s in a bind, she needs to call a demon in order to get her out of said bind. Since she’d rather survive this particular hunt, Jo calls on a demon.
The demon that appears in front of her is an exotic looking demon, short curly black hair, tight leather pants and a very snug black tank top that shows off a nipple piercing. Jo swallows and tries to tell herself that this isn’t the real demon but merely a borrowed body. She tries to remain focused on her task but her eyes straying as she takes in the demon’s body. The demon laughs as she steps forward.
“So you’re Jo Harvelle, I’ve heard so much about you.”
Jo’s eyes snap up as she stares the demon in the eye and tries to look for something that will tell her who she is. Yet she finds no clues and the demon chuckles again as she takes another step forward. The demon raises a hand and toys with Jo’s hair.
“You called me so what do you want?”
Jo’s cheeks flush with colour and she looks down at her boots. Now that she’s summoned a demon, she doesn’t want to admit why she needs the demon, especially with one that seems to know whom she is. Although Jo’s willing to bet that’s just another demonic trick. The demon sighs just as she grabs a hold of Jo’s wrist. The grasp is tight and Jo suddenly feels out of her depth.
“I do know why you called me, after all you called a very specific type of demon, so let’s not play coy little Jo, say what you need so we can both be done.”
Jo yanks her wrist out of the demon’s hand and she stares at the woman defiantly. As much as she hates to admit it, the demon is right. The demon looks at her expectantly with her doe-shaped eyes and Jo licks her suddenly dry lips.
“I have a curse on me that needs to be removed,” Jo starts to say, hating the way the words sound so clichéd. “And I need a demon to help me remove that curse.”
The demon laughs, “That’s a start but a rather poor one at that, how about you try a little harder?”
“How about I send you back and call another demon?” Jo spits out.
The demon suddenly grabs Jo’s throat and snarls. “I don’t think you have enough time for that, do you? And what makes you think another demon would come and rescue Dean Winchester’s little paramour?”
“Fine, let’s do this then,” Jo says.
She finds herself thrown down to the ground and she stifles the groan of pain by biting her lip. The demon grabs both of Jo’s hands and starts winding a thick white cord around them. Jo has to resist the urge to fight the demon and the demon smirks down at her.
* * *
Bela can see the fear in Jo’s eyes but she can also see the desire that’s there as well. She leans down over Jo and the woman trembles when Bela grabs hold of the thin tank top that Jo is wearing and she pulls it off of Jo’s body. Jo squirms and Bela lets go of the thin cotton and she straddles Jo’s legs.
“Play fair now little miss Jo,” Bela croons, “You’re the one who called me to do you a favour, Now be a good girl and pay the price.”
Jo stills underneath Bela and the demon takes delight in grinding down on Jo. The blonde’s arousal scents the air and Bela inhales deeply.
“It’s not as if you don’t want this,” Bela tells her.
“Shut up!” Jo exclaims.
Bela stares down at her before she leans down and brushes her lips against Jo’s. Jo bites her lower lip and Bela growls in the back of her throat. Her hands tear the thin cotton that is Jo’s tank top and she cups Jo’s breasts causing the blonde to buck up into Bela. Jo moans as Bela moves her hands gently against Jo’s body.
* * *
The demon’s hands start out gentle but quickly turn cruel, her fingers pinching all over Jo’s body. Jo’s hands struggle against the white cord that’s binding them but she can’t seem to get the rope loose, not that it matters when the demon leans down and licks her lips. Jo tries to bite her again but the demon laughs as she rears up.
When the demon pulls out a knife, Jo stills. This isn’t what she had expected at all but it’s far too late for her to stop this. The demon is the one with all the power and she wonders if she’ll even make it out alive. Jo tries not to move but she can’t suppress the shiver that runs through her body when the demon drags the tip of the sharp knife along her ribcage. It doesn’t cut her skin but Jo can feel how sharp the blade is, one wrong move and she’ll be bleeding. The demon shifts her position on Jo and moves the knife so that tip is just resting above Jo’s beating heart. Jo’s certain that her heart is beating so fast and so loud that the demon can hear it.
“You better not move now Jo, not unless you want to be hurt.”
The demon’s tone is serious even though her lips curve upwards into a playful smirk. Jo’s not sure if the demon wants to tear her apart or not and she wonders briefly what this demon’s connection is to Dean. Before she can think on it further, the demon applies enough pressure to the knife that it nicks her skin. Jo hisses in surprise as the demon drags it along the top of her breasts in a line. It stings and she can feel her blood as it sluggishly seeps through the wound. The demon lowers her head and laps at the blood.
Twice the demon drags the knife along the wound, reopening it so that it’ll bleed. Each time she does so, Jo notices how crimson her lips are becoming and she shudders. The demon simply smirks at her and grinds down into Jo before resuming her task. Somehow Jo doesn’t notice it when the knife is abandoned and the demon’s hands start to slide up and down her ribcage. She does notice when the demon abandons the wound in favour of licking any of the blood that might have trickled further down her chest.
Jo arches with a gasp when the demon’s mouth makes contact with her nipple. Her bound hands grasp at the waist of the demon’s leather pants and Jo knows that even though the ritual is over, she wants more.
“Please,” Jo breathlessly begs.
The demon slips her hands lower until she can slide Jo’s dark-coloured jeans low enough so that she can slip a hand into Jo’s panties.
* * *
Bela finds the evidence of Jo’s arousal and she smirks against Jo’s chest. Her senses haven’t betrayed her and even though the ritual’s complete and Jo’s free from the curse, she has no intention of letting her go. Her fingers curve upwards into Jo and the blonde whimpers as Bela moves her hand and fingers bringing pleasure to Jo.
“I knew you wanted this,” Bela whispers against Jo’s skin.
Jo doesn’t reply but her skin flushes as she moans when Bela hits a certain spot.
“Should I stop?” Bela asks.
“No!” Jo exclaims.
It’s in that moment that Bela decides that she’s not quite finished playing with Jo and she doesn’t want things to end with her walking away with an ache between her legs. Jo whines when Bela pulls her hands out of Jo’s panties.
“Don’t worry, we’re not finished,” Bela promises.
Bela unties Jo’s hands as the hunter toes off her boots. Once Jo’s hands are free, she wraps herself around Bela with a feverish haste that Bela finds delightful. She thinks that if she plays her cards right, she could turn this hunter into something more. Jo’s hand fists into her hair and the hunter sneers at her.
“Don’t start thinking this is anything more than a quick fuck,” Jo snarls.
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it,” Bela replies.
Yet Bela can sense the darkness in Jo that’s already beginning to build. Jo’s not as good as she’d like to think she is. Bela captures Jo’s lips in a bruising and biting kiss. Jo whimpers and straddles Bela, her hands slipping under the tank top that Jo’s wearing. Bela moves and nips at Jo’s neck, enjoying the way that it causes Jo to grind against her.
* * *
When it’s over, they both lay beside one another. Jo doesn’t say anything when she finally stands up and starts to gather her clothing. She doesn’t show any signs of embarrassment even though she’s completely nude, outside and covered in the demon’s marks. Instead she slips on the remains of her clothes and does her best with the torn tank top.
“So you’re just going to leave?”
The demon’s voice is sulky and Jo shoots her an annoyed look.
“Be lucky, I am not trying to kill you, right now.”
“Unless you have Sam’s knife, you wouldn’t be too successful with that, would you Jo?”
“You seem to know quite a bit about Sam and Dean,” Jo says.
“So what if I do?”
Jo shrugs in response, it shouldn’t surprise her but it does.
“I wouldn’t bother calling them to warn them. After all, they’d ask you how you know and I don’t think you’re a very convincing liar.”
“You don’t know a thing about me.”
“Perhaps but do you think that Dean would like to hear about what we did?”
Jo pins the demon back down and the demon simply laughs at her. It takes Jo a minute to realize that the demon’s toying with her, trying to get her to slip up. She releases the demon and stands up. She swings her booted foot so that it gently taps the demon’s hip.
“I might not be able to kill you but I can cause you enough damage to turn this pretty little body back into a pumpkin for you,” Jo says with a smirk as she pulls out a silver flask from her pocket.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The demon’s voice is sharp and there’s a hint of an accent that Jo hadn’t noticed before. The demon’s eyes flash black and she can tell that she’s hit a soft spot.
“Wouldn’t I?’
Jo watches as the demon pulls on her clothes.
“Like what you see?”
“Maybe if you weren’t in it,” Jo replies.
“This isn’t the last time that we’ll meet.”
“Is that so?” Jo asks.
The demon doesn’t reply, instead she stalks off leaving Jo by herself. The hunter rushes back to her truck and she slides into the cab with shaking legs. She opens the flask and swallows down some of the whiskey. Her ruse had worked but she’s worried that she’s now gained the attention of a demon, one that knows Dean and Sam and from the last report from her mother, that’s not necessarily a good thing.
Jo decides she’ll worry about it later. Right now, she wants to put as much distance as possible between her and the demon. Before she can start the engine, there’s a knock at the window. Jo turns to see the demon standing there. She shakily rolls down the window.
“Look, I’m going to be blunt with you. I’d rather not go back to Hell. And well I can probably give you a hand.”
Jo lets out a shaky laugh as the demon just watches her.
“Right, you want to fight evil,” Jo finally says.
“Well I’d much rather be neutral but I realize that I don’t have much of an option right now. And I am sure we can come to a mutual agreement.”
Against her better judgment, Jo nods at the demon. “Get in.”
The demon saunters around the truck and slides into the passenger side of the door. She picks up the flask and takes a long swallow.
“The name’s Bela.”
((END))
Author/Artist: aaronlisa
Recipient: darkmagic_luvr
Rating: FRM / R
Warnings: dub-con, mentions of blood-play
Pairing: Jo/demon!Bela
Summary: When it comes to it, it’s always about survival for Bela Talbot.
Notes: Set sometime before Season Five.
Word Count: 2195
It didn’t take Bela very long to learn the way of Hell, to learn that the only way for her to survive was for her to become like her gaolers and to become the torturer instead of the tortured. And the one thing about Bela Talbot that’s been consistent her whole life is that she’s a survivor. She’d made the deal with Lillith in order to survive and even if there was a part of her that remained horrified and disgusted that she had been able to embrace becoming a demon so easily, well the rest of her is grateful to be granted some freedom from the rack and from Hell.
* * *
Jo has come to hate any hunt involving calling on a demon. It goes without saying that they’re unreliable and untrustworthy. For every truthful answer that falls from a demon’s lips, ten lies are sure to follow. Yet she’s in a bind, she needs to call a demon in order to get her out of said bind. Since she’d rather survive this particular hunt, Jo calls on a demon.
The demon that appears in front of her is an exotic looking demon, short curly black hair, tight leather pants and a very snug black tank top that shows off a nipple piercing. Jo swallows and tries to tell herself that this isn’t the real demon but merely a borrowed body. She tries to remain focused on her task but her eyes straying as she takes in the demon’s body. The demon laughs as she steps forward.
“So you’re Jo Harvelle, I’ve heard so much about you.”
Jo’s eyes snap up as she stares the demon in the eye and tries to look for something that will tell her who she is. Yet she finds no clues and the demon chuckles again as she takes another step forward. The demon raises a hand and toys with Jo’s hair.
“You called me so what do you want?”
Jo’s cheeks flush with colour and she looks down at her boots. Now that she’s summoned a demon, she doesn’t want to admit why she needs the demon, especially with one that seems to know whom she is. Although Jo’s willing to bet that’s just another demonic trick. The demon sighs just as she grabs a hold of Jo’s wrist. The grasp is tight and Jo suddenly feels out of her depth.
“I do know why you called me, after all you called a very specific type of demon, so let’s not play coy little Jo, say what you need so we can both be done.”
Jo yanks her wrist out of the demon’s hand and she stares at the woman defiantly. As much as she hates to admit it, the demon is right. The demon looks at her expectantly with her doe-shaped eyes and Jo licks her suddenly dry lips.
“I have a curse on me that needs to be removed,” Jo starts to say, hating the way the words sound so clichéd. “And I need a demon to help me remove that curse.”
The demon laughs, “That’s a start but a rather poor one at that, how about you try a little harder?”
“How about I send you back and call another demon?” Jo spits out.
The demon suddenly grabs Jo’s throat and snarls. “I don’t think you have enough time for that, do you? And what makes you think another demon would come and rescue Dean Winchester’s little paramour?”
“Fine, let’s do this then,” Jo says.
She finds herself thrown down to the ground and she stifles the groan of pain by biting her lip. The demon grabs both of Jo’s hands and starts winding a thick white cord around them. Jo has to resist the urge to fight the demon and the demon smirks down at her.
* * *
Bela can see the fear in Jo’s eyes but she can also see the desire that’s there as well. She leans down over Jo and the woman trembles when Bela grabs hold of the thin tank top that Jo is wearing and she pulls it off of Jo’s body. Jo squirms and Bela lets go of the thin cotton and she straddles Jo’s legs.
“Play fair now little miss Jo,” Bela croons, “You’re the one who called me to do you a favour, Now be a good girl and pay the price.”
Jo stills underneath Bela and the demon takes delight in grinding down on Jo. The blonde’s arousal scents the air and Bela inhales deeply.
“It’s not as if you don’t want this,” Bela tells her.
“Shut up!” Jo exclaims.
Bela stares down at her before she leans down and brushes her lips against Jo’s. Jo bites her lower lip and Bela growls in the back of her throat. Her hands tear the thin cotton that is Jo’s tank top and she cups Jo’s breasts causing the blonde to buck up into Bela. Jo moans as Bela moves her hands gently against Jo’s body.
* * *
The demon’s hands start out gentle but quickly turn cruel, her fingers pinching all over Jo’s body. Jo’s hands struggle against the white cord that’s binding them but she can’t seem to get the rope loose, not that it matters when the demon leans down and licks her lips. Jo tries to bite her again but the demon laughs as she rears up.
When the demon pulls out a knife, Jo stills. This isn’t what she had expected at all but it’s far too late for her to stop this. The demon is the one with all the power and she wonders if she’ll even make it out alive. Jo tries not to move but she can’t suppress the shiver that runs through her body when the demon drags the tip of the sharp knife along her ribcage. It doesn’t cut her skin but Jo can feel how sharp the blade is, one wrong move and she’ll be bleeding. The demon shifts her position on Jo and moves the knife so that tip is just resting above Jo’s beating heart. Jo’s certain that her heart is beating so fast and so loud that the demon can hear it.
“You better not move now Jo, not unless you want to be hurt.”
The demon’s tone is serious even though her lips curve upwards into a playful smirk. Jo’s not sure if the demon wants to tear her apart or not and she wonders briefly what this demon’s connection is to Dean. Before she can think on it further, the demon applies enough pressure to the knife that it nicks her skin. Jo hisses in surprise as the demon drags it along the top of her breasts in a line. It stings and she can feel her blood as it sluggishly seeps through the wound. The demon lowers her head and laps at the blood.
Twice the demon drags the knife along the wound, reopening it so that it’ll bleed. Each time she does so, Jo notices how crimson her lips are becoming and she shudders. The demon simply smirks at her and grinds down into Jo before resuming her task. Somehow Jo doesn’t notice it when the knife is abandoned and the demon’s hands start to slide up and down her ribcage. She does notice when the demon abandons the wound in favour of licking any of the blood that might have trickled further down her chest.
Jo arches with a gasp when the demon’s mouth makes contact with her nipple. Her bound hands grasp at the waist of the demon’s leather pants and Jo knows that even though the ritual is over, she wants more.
“Please,” Jo breathlessly begs.
The demon slips her hands lower until she can slide Jo’s dark-coloured jeans low enough so that she can slip a hand into Jo’s panties.
* * *
Bela finds the evidence of Jo’s arousal and she smirks against Jo’s chest. Her senses haven’t betrayed her and even though the ritual’s complete and Jo’s free from the curse, she has no intention of letting her go. Her fingers curve upwards into Jo and the blonde whimpers as Bela moves her hand and fingers bringing pleasure to Jo.
“I knew you wanted this,” Bela whispers against Jo’s skin.
Jo doesn’t reply but her skin flushes as she moans when Bela hits a certain spot.
“Should I stop?” Bela asks.
“No!” Jo exclaims.
It’s in that moment that Bela decides that she’s not quite finished playing with Jo and she doesn’t want things to end with her walking away with an ache between her legs. Jo whines when Bela pulls her hands out of Jo’s panties.
“Don’t worry, we’re not finished,” Bela promises.
Bela unties Jo’s hands as the hunter toes off her boots. Once Jo’s hands are free, she wraps herself around Bela with a feverish haste that Bela finds delightful. She thinks that if she plays her cards right, she could turn this hunter into something more. Jo’s hand fists into her hair and the hunter sneers at her.
“Don’t start thinking this is anything more than a quick fuck,” Jo snarls.
“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it,” Bela replies.
Yet Bela can sense the darkness in Jo that’s already beginning to build. Jo’s not as good as she’d like to think she is. Bela captures Jo’s lips in a bruising and biting kiss. Jo whimpers and straddles Bela, her hands slipping under the tank top that Jo’s wearing. Bela moves and nips at Jo’s neck, enjoying the way that it causes Jo to grind against her.
* * *
When it’s over, they both lay beside one another. Jo doesn’t say anything when she finally stands up and starts to gather her clothing. She doesn’t show any signs of embarrassment even though she’s completely nude, outside and covered in the demon’s marks. Instead she slips on the remains of her clothes and does her best with the torn tank top.
“So you’re just going to leave?”
The demon’s voice is sulky and Jo shoots her an annoyed look.
“Be lucky, I am not trying to kill you, right now.”
“Unless you have Sam’s knife, you wouldn’t be too successful with that, would you Jo?”
“You seem to know quite a bit about Sam and Dean,” Jo says.
“So what if I do?”
Jo shrugs in response, it shouldn’t surprise her but it does.
“I wouldn’t bother calling them to warn them. After all, they’d ask you how you know and I don’t think you’re a very convincing liar.”
“You don’t know a thing about me.”
“Perhaps but do you think that Dean would like to hear about what we did?”
Jo pins the demon back down and the demon simply laughs at her. It takes Jo a minute to realize that the demon’s toying with her, trying to get her to slip up. She releases the demon and stands up. She swings her booted foot so that it gently taps the demon’s hip.
“I might not be able to kill you but I can cause you enough damage to turn this pretty little body back into a pumpkin for you,” Jo says with a smirk as she pulls out a silver flask from her pocket.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The demon’s voice is sharp and there’s a hint of an accent that Jo hadn’t noticed before. The demon’s eyes flash black and she can tell that she’s hit a soft spot.
“Wouldn’t I?’
Jo watches as the demon pulls on her clothes.
“Like what you see?”
“Maybe if you weren’t in it,” Jo replies.
“This isn’t the last time that we’ll meet.”
“Is that so?” Jo asks.
The demon doesn’t reply, instead she stalks off leaving Jo by herself. The hunter rushes back to her truck and she slides into the cab with shaking legs. She opens the flask and swallows down some of the whiskey. Her ruse had worked but she’s worried that she’s now gained the attention of a demon, one that knows Dean and Sam and from the last report from her mother, that’s not necessarily a good thing.
Jo decides she’ll worry about it later. Right now, she wants to put as much distance as possible between her and the demon. Before she can start the engine, there’s a knock at the window. Jo turns to see the demon standing there. She shakily rolls down the window.
“Look, I’m going to be blunt with you. I’d rather not go back to Hell. And well I can probably give you a hand.”
Jo lets out a shaky laugh as the demon just watches her.
“Right, you want to fight evil,” Jo finally says.
“Well I’d much rather be neutral but I realize that I don’t have much of an option right now. And I am sure we can come to a mutual agreement.”
Against her better judgment, Jo nods at the demon. “Get in.”
The demon saunters around the truck and slides into the passenger side of the door. She picks up the flask and takes a long swallow.
“The name’s Bela.”
((END))