Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 123: The Door 18+ ish

Damien did not ask permission before lifting her.

One moment Felicity was still standing in the street with her hands clasped together in bright, pleased excitement after the duel ended, and the next Damien had stepped forward and scooped her cleanly into his arms as if the decision had already been made somewhere in his head long before she noticed.

She made a small surprised sound that softened immediately into something more content as she settled against him, her arms sliding naturally around his shoulders while her fox tail flicked once behind her.

"Damien," she murmured, half laughing.

He did not answer her right away. His grip adjusted slightly under her legs and he started walking toward the apartment block without looking back at the others.

Snow Team followed with the loose, unhurried movement of men who had no reason to rush and every reason to remain close.

Marx stretched his arms over his head as they walked and glanced sideways at Ash with a crooked grin.

"You know," Marx said, "I’m starting to think we should start charging admission when she cheers like that."

Ash snorted.

"You just want an excuse to stand around and get praised."

"I deserve praise," Marx said easily. "I’m charming."

Legend walked a few steps behind them and glanced over at Pope who was still rubbing his jaw thoughtfully as he replayed the fight in his head.

Legend’s mouth twitched.

"You look like you’re having a spiritual crisis."

Pope grumbled something under his breath.

Legend waited.

Pope finally sighed in irritation.

"The whole light religion thing people are whispering about is wrong," he said. "They’re looking at it backwards."

Sam looked interested immediately "Backwards how?"

Pope rubbed the back of his neck and gestured vaguely toward Felicity in Damien’s arms ahead of them.

"It’s not about her," he muttered.

Legend lifted an eyebrow "Oh?"

Pope scowled slightly as if the explanation irritated him.

"It’s about what she represents," he said. "People feel something around her and they immediately decide it’s divine or holy or some nonsense like that. It’s not religion. It’s structure."

Sam’s face lit up in genuine fascination "That’s wonderful."

Pope blinked at him "How is that wonderful?"

Sam shrugged with an easy smile "It means people are trying to understand something bigger than themselves."

Pope stared at him.

Legend laughed under his breath.

"You two are exhausting."

Ahead of them Damien continued walking without slowing, Felicity still comfortably tucked in his arms while she leaned her cheek against his shoulder and watched the group with quiet curiosity.

Tommy came running down the stairs of the apartment building just as they reached the entrance, his hair messy and his shirt half untucked as if he had escaped from somewhere he was supposed to stay.

He skidded to a stop when he saw them "Did I miss something?"

Marx ruffled his hair as he passed "Only a fight and a minor existential crisis."

Tommy blinked.

"Oh."

He considered that for a moment.

"Cool."

Felicity laughed softly at the exchange and waved at him from Damien’s arms.

Tommy waved back enthusiastically even though he clearly had no idea what had happened.

Damien pushed open the stairwell door with his shoulder and carried Felicity inside. The rest of Snow Team filtered in behind them with the comfortable familiarity of men who had long ago stopped pretending they needed personal space from one another.

The stairwell echoed faintly with their footsteps as they climbed.

Felicity rested her chin against Damien’s shoulder and looked down at him with soft curiosity.

"You didn’t have to carry me," she said quietly.

Damien glanced up at her.

"Yes I did."

She tilted her head slightly.

"Why?"

He did not answer that question either.

They reached the apartment door.

Damien set her down only long enough to unlock it before pushing it open and guiding her inside ahead of him.

The door closed behind them.

For a moment the hallway outside still carried the distant sound of the others talking, Marx’s voice drifting through the stairwell while Ash argued with him about something trivial.

Inside the apartment the quiet settled quickly.

Felicity had barely taken two steps into the room before Damien’s hand caught her wrist and pulled her back toward him.

Her back met the doorframe with a soft thud.

She blinked in surprise.

Damien stepped close enough that the space between them disappeared entirely. One hand braced beside her head against the frame while the other slid slowly along the curve of her waist.

Felicity inhaled softly.

"Damien.."

His mouth found hers before she could finish the sentence.

The kiss was not gentle.

It was heated and impatient, the kind of kiss that made her fingers clutch automatically at the front of his shirt as he pulled her closer.

His hand moved lower along her hip, fingers tightening slightly as if confirming she was really there.

Felicity’s breath caught.

Her fox ears flicked once and her tail swayed behind her while she tried to catch up with the sudden intensity of his attention.

When he pulled back just enough to look at her again her cheeks were warm and her lips parted slightly as she tried to breathe normally.

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Huh..."

Damien leaned down again, his hand sliding further along her waist as his mouth brushed against her neck.

The sound that escaped her was soft and surprised.

A quiet moan slipped from her lips as the doorframe pressed against her back and Damien’s grip tightened slightly at her hip.

Outside the apartment Snow Team’s voices drifted faintly through the hall. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Inside the room Felicity’s breathing was no longer steady.

Damien tasted the faintest hint of salt and sunlight on her skin, the elusive warmth that only belonged to Felicity, and it drove into him like a hunger he’d been denying for weeks.

The scent of her, alive, bare, lush threaded through his thoughts in a way that was almost dizzying. All he wanted was to drag her deeper into the apartment and pin her down until she didn’t remember the name of any other man, until every sense she had was wreathed in him.

But that wasn’t enough. Not tonight.

He didn’t drag her away from the door. He wanted the others to hear. He wanted them to know that it was him, and only him, who would make her scream.

He ground his hips forward, and her breath caught in a little gasp as he pressed her wrists above her head, holding her there with only one hand. Her eyes widened, pupils blown wide, and for the first time since her arrival she looked genuinely afraid of him but she didn’t move away. Her legs parted for him on instinct, the delicate line of her thigh visible beneath the hem of her skirt, and her tail curled tight around her calf like she was holding herself together.

He could sense every tremor in her, every flutter of uncertainty and desire, and it made something ancient and territorial in him rise like a tide.

"Mine," he hisses growled, so low she could feel it in the bones of her spine.

Felicity whimpered, a sound halfway between protest and plea. When she tried to move her arms, he pressed them harder into the wood, licking the shell of her ear with a tongue longer than any human’s forked, wet, and hot and she shuddered helplessly in his grip.

"Damien, the others.." she whispered, but the protest melted when his mouth found the soft skin just below her pulse. He sucked gently at first, then harder, marking her with a bruise she would not forget. His other hand slipped under her shirt, palm splayed over the taut, quivering muscles of her stomach, and she mewled again, even as she pressed into his touch.

She was so soft. So breakable. He could split her in half with a flick of his tail, and she had no idea.

He bit her collarbone and she jolted, arching her chest up against him, and the sound she made was so honest and raw it sent a ripple through him, a warning of how close he was to losing control.

He slid his hand further up, cupping one breast and then the other, kneading the flesh through her thin top, and her nipple peaked instantly beneath his thumb. He rolled it between his fingers, slow and deliberate, and she thrashed against his restraint, fox ears flattening in abject pleasure.

"Please," she gasped, "please, Damien, I!"

Whatever she was about to say was lost as he hooked a hand under her thigh and lifted her. She latched onto him, legs wrapped around his waist and tail fluffed out, and he pinned her back against the door with his hips. He ground into her, two thick bulges already straining against his jeans, and she could feel every inch of him.

He let go of her wrists and she immediately buried her hands in his hair, tugging him down for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth and desperate need. Her nails raked across his scalp, her body pliant in his arms. she wanted to be split in half, she wanted to be filled, she wanted to be ruined.

Damien obliged, ripping her panties aside with one quick jerk, and the fabric disintegrated in his hand. He didn’t even bother unbuttoning his pants, he just unzipped, freeing both of his cocks at once, thick and ridged and dark as night. She stared at them, eyes round and shining, and her breathing went frantic.

"Can you.." she stammered.

He silenced her with a kiss, sliding the tip of his forked tongue between her lips, and she melted completely. He ground his cocks against her slick entrance, smearing pre cum across her already dripping folds, and pressed until both heads were nudging at her at once.

She sobbed into his mouth, writhing, and he gripped her hips to hold her still.