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I Summon the All-Seeing Eye	By : all_possible_worlds Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 29524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5: What are Fiends for?
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Continuity stardate: This chapter takes place immediately after the last one, meaning the night following the SvtFoE episode "Just Friends" (S02E20b). This story so far is considered compatible with SvtFoE season 2 events up to that point.

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"Fuck off, Tom!" she growled at him. The three-eyed demon had just emerged from the concert arena, right behind Star. With little more than a thought, he dismissed the glamour that disguised him as a normal human teen and continued walking towards her. He knew this was a bad idea, particularly after their last meeting, but something seemed seriously off with Star. He had to know what was going on. She, however, didn't seem particularly appreciative of his concern. "When are you going to stop stalking me?!"
"Stalking you?! I am not..." Tom hadn't actually come to the concert to keep tabs on Star. In fact, he had been surprised to notice her as she ran down the stairs in the middle of the first and probably one of the best songs of the night. He had seen her stop right in front of the stage. He had seen Marco go after her. He had seen them hug and him go back up alone. Tom had noticed that Star had seemed, well, a bit strange, even after their hug, and decided to follow. Even he had failed to realize just how distressed Star truly was, until he watched her hex the sign to pieces.
So, well, he was honestly looking out for her well being here, and she responded by accusing him of following her around!? How dare she! Tom felt the anger flare up and counted to ten in his head. It was almost a reflex now a days, the year with Brian had helped him sense when he was getting angry and stop himself momentarily, until he could think properly. If only Star gave him even a little credit for that! Oh well, it wasn't like he hadn't given her reason to expect the worst from him. Now that he thought about it, better that Star believe that he was following her, it was easier to explain in any case. "I mean, I am not 'stalking' anyone, just, you know, keeping a friendly eye on you. Why else would I be at a Love Sentence concert, right?" he lied, nervously. "But hey, it is a good thing that I did, Starship, you look like you could use someone to talk to..."
"Not really in a talking mood," Star said coldly. She began walking fast away from the stadium. Tom followed a few meters behind her, cautiously. "Not in a mood for you at all. Never am, now that I think about it."
She didn't sound like Star. There was no energy behind her words, no enthusiasm and no indignation, just dispassionate annoyance. True, Star usually rejected his advances, often with far more emphatic denials. But this was different. When he saw how sad she had looked, Tom had considered testing his luck again, trying to comfort the princess with a shoulder rub and take it from there, maybe he could find a way to make both of them happier. There was a sharpness to her tone that told him that would not, in fact, be a good idea.
"Star, no tricks, no schemes. I am honestly worried about you. This doesn't sound like you," Tom tried, fully aware that he didn't sound like himself either. The truth was that he did care. Maybe his love for Star was a selfish one, but it was still love. This was not the Mewnian princess he knew and coveted.
"What, no speech about how I am terrible and should be with you because we are both garbage?" Star retorted, picking up the pace. "Because, you know, that's the way to charm a girl... 'you are evil, I am evil, let's make babies!'" she shouted, her previous indifference quickly replaced by fury, and yet the coldness remained. Normally, that kind of tone, coming from anyone, would have caused the underworld prince to incinerate the mortal who even dared speak to him like that. Under the circumstances, however, it was mostly just plain unsettling. Star had never been this angry. Even when they broke up she had been... well, she had avoided him for a while and then simply told him she couldn't keep dealing with his anger outbursts. She had never before intentionally used her words to hurt him, even when he himself did. Now Tom almost expected to see flames coming out of her instead.
"Starship, I am really sorry about that, I never meant it that way. You once had a thing for bad boys, and I just thought..." Tom was not used to being the gentle one. Star was impulsive, and she could be very direct, but she had never been mean. Sure, a few times in the past he had had to apologize to her and got immediately punched for it, but she usually got her anger out of her system with just one, usually symbolic, punch. Wait, that was it! "If you want to take out your anger on me a bit, I can deal, Star. You are probably right, I deserve it."
Star looked back at him, a murderous glare in her eyes. Tom did not know that glare. Toffee and his monsters had seen it once, right before Star freed Marco from a certain glass prison. But for Tom, it was new, and it scared him. Tom, who had seen that which lay below the foundations of the world, who had spoken face to face with the archangel of death himself, who had called upon the names of the unnamable, shuddered at seeing that expression on the face of Star Butterfly. She turned around again and continued briskly walking away. He followed in silence for what seemed like hours, but could have been just five minutes.
"You know, Tom, I am not angry at you. Well, let me rephrase that, I am angry at you, but this particular anger is not about you," she began, slowly, frozen words spoken in a voice as sharp as steel, "and it is not towards Marco or Jackie either. It is about me. For feeling this way, for not being able to be happy for my friend. For doing things I never should have, and for wanting to do even worse things. So, maybe you are right and Janna is wrong, maybe I am indeed a bad person."
"Star, you know that was me lying to you." Tom decided that coming clean on it would be better than having to see Star like this. "It was just me guilt-tripping you to get back together, just like you said. You are not a bad person. Come on, I'll prove it to you! If you truly are bad, then why aren't you taking your anger out on me? It would be easy, just blast me until you feel better or something! I would do it to you in an instant, you know that!" It was a lie, he would do it to anyone else, for sure, but not to Star.
"And, you believe I won't?" Star asked, surprised. Was she surprised at him, at what he was saying? Or was she surprised about herself, that she would not hurt him? Or, maybe, Tom realized, she was surprised that she was considering doing what he had suggested. Well, either way, if that snapped her from this state it was worth it.
"I know you won't," Tom lied.
Star turned around, fast as lightning. Perhaps she feared she wouldn't go through with it if she thought it through for more than an instant. She pointed her wand straight at Tom. She narrowed her eyes and in a moment they glowed bright emerald. Her cheekmarks shone as well, in the same unearthly hue. A huge spiraling blast of green and black left the wand and hit him squarely in the chest. He made no effort to block it or avoid it.
Pain shot through his body. This was nothing like being encased in ice or having his hand chopped off. It was probably not like getting blasted by narwhals or trampled by warnicorns either. Star's spells were brutal, but when she casted those, she mostly meant to win a fight, causing harm was only the necessary side-effect. Right now, though, she had meant to hurt him. Maybe she had even meant to kill him. It certainly felt that way. It was like being struck by lightning and immediately after that having your blood freeze and your skin turn to acid. He was sure there was burning fire and deadly poison somewhere in that spell too, but to those the demon was immune. He felt his nerves overload with agony, and then he felt his consciousness fade.
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Tom Lucitor opened his three eyes slowly. His body hurt all over. It hadn't hurt like this in a very long time. He saw the stone arch above him. Was he back in the underworld? No way! No, he was under a bridge. A small river flowed in front of him. He looked to his left. Star was there, sitting on her knees, eyes looking down, tears flowing from them. "S... Starship?"
"Tom! I am so so sorry! I don't know what came over me! I didn't mean to do that, not really." The demon prince knew that was a lie. You simply could not cast dark magic like that and not mean it. But he was not about to tell Star that right now. He also realized he had deserved it. He had tried manipulating Star time and time again, he had tried to get their souls bonded under the blood moon without her knowledge, he had once kidnapped and almost killed her best friend. In a way, it felt cathartic to feel that kind of anger and hate coming from her, a long awaited punishment.
"Star, no biggy. You needed to let that kind of anger out on someone. That's not the kind of hurt you want bottled inside of you. Believe me, I would know. Besides, I am not exactly fragile, and you knew that. I was the obvious target." Tom shrugged, then winced in pain from the effort. "How long was I out, though?"
"Well... no more than three or four..." Star looked to the sky nervously, then at her phone, "... hours."
What? Four hours?! What had that spell even been? Tom's eyes glowed red in annoyance, but the searing pain that shot as his muscles tensed snapped him out of it. "You... you are a lot stronger than I remember."
"Sorry," Star repeated, genuinely apologetic. She extended her hand and touched Tom's chin, who flinched in response, her eyes looked into his own with a worried expression. Star's eyes were puffy and red with crying. Over Marco? Or over him? "I would have tried to heal you, but I have never been able to do healing magic right."
"It doesn't matter, Starship. I heal fast," he assured her. It was true. If he was awake, then it meant that his internal organs had finished regrowing where needed, and mayor broken bones had mended, the rest should be a matter of minutes, really. In any case, no amount of physical damage could end him permanently. Tom was, for most intents an purposes, immortal. That said, that kind of thing did come with caveats he did not care to fully test. "Would you tell me now what has you so down? You owe me at least that... no, sorry, old habits, you don't have to tell me if you don't want," he corrected. He was being truthful. He also realized that if he were trying to guilt trip someone, he could have hardly done better than that.
"Well, we three were at the concert together and... Marco and Jackie kissed..." Star answered. They both blinked. Tom began laughing, his ribs ached like, well, like home, but he couldn't help it. He laughed a thunderous laugh. After a few moments of surprise and confusion, Star joined him.
"But you saw them have sex before!"
"Saw it? I felt it! I have seen Marco kiss every inch of Jackie Lynn Thomas with a shit eating grin on his face!"
"And you went Queen of Darkness over peck on the lips?"
"Yeah... well, a bit more than a peck, but still... just a kiss at a concert! Which I invited the two of them to. Well... except she didn't know it was me, I think. She thinks it was Marco's idea!"
"Marco's idea? Starship, he is a great guy and all, but he couldn't plan a romantic date to save his life. This Jackie girl obviously knows what's going on!"
"And what is going on? Besides me totally being an idiot, I mean?"
"Obviously, that you were trying to get her jealous when she saw how much Marco and you act like a couple!"
"Wait? What?! Marco and I don't act like a couple!" Star looked at Tom in surprise. He grinned at her. Oh my, could it be that Star really hadn't planned it like that? It was what he would do, if he were in her position. Well, in her position and able to keep his temper in check long enough. Go to the date as the third wheel, make ambiguous moves on the crush the whole night, wait for the girlfriend to get jealous, then play innocent and try to convince the boy that his date was being a bitch over nothing. It was, well, not quite the oldest trick in the book, but right up there. Star still looked dumbfounded. "So, so that's why Jackie pulled him over and kissed him? Because she thought I was making moves on him?"
"That's actually a pretty good block on her part," Tom noted. "But honestly, I don't know. Depends on what was actually happening there. So, you really were not planning anything of the sort?"
"No! No way! I would never do that!" Star looked at him first confused, then thoughtfully. "You think it would have worked?"
Tom shrugged, then smirked at Star. She seemed to be looking at him in a different way. She had stopped crying a while ago, and seemed, a bit nervous. Sometimes, her gaze was avoiding his even when looking in his direction. Then Tom looked down and saw, first his torso, then his stomach and lack-of-bellybutton, then his...
"Star! I am naked! Why am I naked? How long have I..." Tom realized that Star hadn't been avoiding his gaze. She had been sneaking a peek! Multiple peeks, actually. What the hell? Now she was into him?
"Sorry! Your clothes kinda got destroyed in the blast," she looked up and away, but Tom saw her cheeks brighten just a little.
"Starship, if you want to look, then look," Tom goaded her. He had no plan, no strategy. No scheme of his called for him to be naked and bruised under a bridge while Star chatted about her crush on the human boy to him. But you played the hand you were dealt, and he did not intend to be bashful little Marco about the whole situation. He was sure Star had been looking before.
She turned slowly again and began staring at him, shamelessly. He smiled at her, lifted his arms to the back of his head and spread his legs further apart. "Like what you see?"
"Yeah..." Star blanked. "No. Wait. I like Marco, and you and I broke up!"
"Well, Marco is not here, Starship. Actually, you said three or four hours, right?" Tom smiled at her maliciously. He didn't have a great hand, but he had one good card to play. "Bet you anything you care to name, right now Marco and Jackie are back from the concert, having all kinds of fun. Together. Alone."
Star seemed to get a bit sad again hearing that. Tom, however, wasn't done. "We two are here now, though. Together. Alone." He faked thinking out the matter for a moment. "As for us breaking up... I did not ask you to date me again, Starship. I only asked if you like what you see."
The Mewman princess blushed deep crimson, her cheekmarks glowing like tiny stars in the night. "Well, maybe, maybe I do..."
"So..." Tom suggested casually, "... how about we have some fun? I already helped relieve your anger. Perhaps I can give you other kinds of relief as well?"
"Ok," Star relented.
No, that was not correct; she agreed to his proposal, no tricks needed. Well, not yet.
"With one condition!" she added. Tom arched two eyebrows. "Don't call me Starship!"
"Fine!" Tom said, slightly annoyed at her vetoing his favorite pet name for her. "But I have one condition of my own: Say that you want me!"
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Star felt surprised to hear the demon's demand. Why ask her to say that, when she had already agreed to sleep with him? Oh, dammit, her mind was just now catching up to her mouth as she realized she had indeed agreed to sleeping with Tom. It was one thing to imagine it when gossiping with her friend, or alone in her room after that super confusing night the other time, but this was different, this was happening for real. Her blush expanded through her face as she replied. "Tom... I want you!"
She wasn't lying either, Star realized. Maybe having admitted that to Janna before made it easier to admit it to Tom, and to herself. He was hot, and she didn't mean it just in the literal sense either. Star had just been admiring his well defined chest and abs in that deliciously slender body of smooth purple skin. She had stolen many glances at his cock, semi-erect and shamelessly displayed for her gaze. He smirked at her and made no effort to conceal himself, his eyes looking directly at her face, narrowing ever so slightly, bright with a mysterious emotion, opaque windows to an inscrutable soul. Tom was enigmatic, and he was dangerous. It was the reason Star had dated him in the first place and the reason they had stopped being together as well. It was also the reason she still felt attracted to him, despite it all, despite how bad he was for her, or how bad they were together.
He slowly got up, leaning against the wall of the tunnel for support, keeping his clawed hand under Star's chin, pushing her to stand up as well. She felt the need to say something, before the inevitable. "Just to be clear, Tom. This is not about getting back together, and it is not about love."
Tom smiled at her, a sharp grin full of sharper fangs, "Starsh... Star. I am a demon. Do you think you have to explain these things to me?" His hand pressed against her chest for only a second. She felt a nipple harden against the fabric. Then Tom drew his hand away, extended two fingers and poked at Star's shirt. She didn't feel the claws touch her, but saw them go into the shirt. They burned two fiery holes on her custom concert tee, erasing the faces of Marco Diaz and Jackie Lynn Thomas. "This is about frustration. It is about getting even."
He drew nearer, breathing on her neck, his hot naked body pressing against her still clothed self. 'Still'? Star realized how much she was treating what was to come as a foregone conclusion now. She felt Tom's heat envelop her, his inhuman yet not at all unpleasant heat. Star hadn't quite noticed how cold the night air had been just a moment before, even in the California summer, or how much it bothered her. He whispered in her ear, "But I need this to also be about desire, Star. To be about need. I don't need you to love me, or even to like me, just to want me."
She blushed, and nodded. It was strange how much Tom had her figured out, when he was not blinded by a fit of rage. It was indeed about all those things. Tom had just reminded her a moment ago that Marco and Jackie were probably together now, doing something like this. She could feel in her heart that he was right. She needed someone tonight, she just couldn't stand to be alone while the boy she loved was with another. If she could have Marco, then she would have never agreed to being with Tom. But she couldn't. Marco was with Jackie. Tom was here, with her. She pushed her head backwards slightly, until she felt the demon prince's breath slide away from her neck. Then she moved forward again, stood on her toes, and hungrily kissed Tom against the wall. He grunted and winced as his shoulders impacted the stone, but still pushed himself forward as well, kissing back.
She pressed herself against him, eager to feel the heat. She parted her lips and felt his tongue go into her mouth, playfully fighting her own, pushing and retreating, dancing and fighting. She felt hands against her back, a comforting embrace. Then claws danced down her back, ripping her white concert tee to shreds. She pushed back slowly and felt the pieces fall to the ground.
"Sorry about that, Star. I hope you didn't want to keep that one?" Tom said in a serious tone. A smug smirk belied the insincerity of his apology.
"No, I didn't," Star replied, understanding the symbolism in the gesture, "and I have a skateboard you can incinerate later, too." Maybe she would change her mind later, but right now she wanted nothing from Jackie. "Let me take off the rest myself, though. I don't think I want to walk home from here naked."
Tom's eyes went wide for a moment, then he laughed. "Star, we both know you could magic up some clothes afterwards. But that is quite the mental image."
Star looked down at Tom's hard-on and smiled. She wondered if that was her words or the kiss. "Well, I still like these clothes." She was wearing a light blue dress and tights, not her favorite outfit, but also not one she wanted to go up in flames.
"Ok, Star. Then do that. Undress for me!" Tom commanded her more than asked her, leaning against the wall once more. Star felt herself go red with embarrassment. She thought back to the night she had seen Marco and Jackie do this. She remembered how confident the skateboarder girl had been when undressing for Marco and wondered if she could even put up such a display for Tom, or for anyone else. Was Jackie undressing for Marco right now? Sliding the concert tee Star made and her own green and white top off her head with a swift self assured movement? Star imagined she was. She could imagine it very vividly. It made her blood boil.
She pushed her boots off from her feet, and forcefully yanked the dress above her head, throwing it to the concrete floor. She knew it hadn't been graceful or sexy, but Tom didn't seem to mind, he was looking hungrily at her chest. Star could only wonder if right now Marco was looking at his girlfriend's much larger breasts with a similar expression. She knew he was. She could almost see it.
"Star, you are beautiful..." Tom began. But she raised a hand, cutting him off. That was not the kind of words she wanted now, not from Tom at least. She pulled down her tights until she was standing in front of her ex-boyfriend in only a pair of cotton panties with a golden star in the middle. Tom seemed to regard her expression for a moment, then he smiled and switched gears.
"Ok, Star. So you are now naked, outside, at night, under a bridge, with a naughty, evil, demon," he pushed himself up from the wall with both hands and advanced towards her. His eyes fixed on her chest, small flames dancing on his claws. "What exactly is that you said you wanted?"
"You," Star said, trying to put all her conviction in her voice. She knew her cheekmarks were literally glowing now, with both embarrassment and anticipation. She let Tom advance on her. She let him grab her by the hands and guide her back to the wall. Except this time, he pinned her against it, holding her arms above her head. She held on to her wand. She could feel the cold concrete on her back, but also the warmth from Tom's body pressing against her from the front. She felt his kisses on her neck, then light bites, then a painful but exciting sucking sensation on the right side.
"Star, put the wand on the floor," Tom said as he let her go. She hesitated for a moment. Tom grinned at her. "What, you mean you don't trust me?"
Star felt cold as Tom retreated two steps back, giving her space to kneel down and deposit her wand safely on the ground, carefully setting it away from both of them and from the creek which passed under the bridge. She did as he wanted. "No. I don't," she replied as she walked back to the wall were she had been just moments before and raised her arms above her head. She grinned at Tom. "I don't trust you one bit."
The demon walked towards her again and once more closed his claws around Star's wrists, holding her in place. "You know, Star? Without that wand of yours you are entirely at my mercy. I can do to you right now. Whatever. I. Want." he whispered in her ear. It was not true, Star knew, she could always go deep down if she really needed to, and overpower Tom with or without the wand. Yet, for some reason, being at Tom's mercy, at least for now, was a strangely exciting thought for her.
It helped that what he wanted to do to her seemed to be to slowly kiss down her collarbone until reaching her chest. Tom's tongue was hot and soft and it felt incredible as it started tracing little flicks on her small mounds, making her wait in agony for those moments when it quickly darted for her hard nipples, before retreating again to explore the flesh around it. Soon those touches became more frequent, and moments after she felt the unearthly warmth of the demon's breath as he easily took her right breast into his mouth and began sucking on it, swirling his tongue around its center. Star opened her mouth and a loud moan escaped into the silent night.
Were Marco and Jackie also doing this right now? Star was sure they were. She could practically see them in Jackie's bed, his face buried in the other girl's far more developed rack. She shook her head. Then she had an idea. Star closed her eyes. She begun to imagine that the kisses in her chest came from Marco, that the tongue around her nipple was Marco's. She moaned once again. She had already been hot and bothered, but for some reason, imagining Tom as Marco made it even more intense. She felt her wetness spread through the cotton panties.
A hand went into her underwear and a finger began cautiously exploring her entrance. Marco's finger, she thought, lying to herself. She opened her legs and lowered herself slightly on the wall to give him better access. She felt a finger go in and out a few times, then arch up, touching something inside her that made her whimper. She felt her strength leave her legs and opened her eyes in surprise. She saw Tom, not Marco, grinning at her, holding her up with just one hand. She blushed hard.
Tom drew his other hand up to show it to the princess. She hadn't even noticed when he let go of her left arm. Tom's fingers were drenched in her juices. He lifted them up to his mouth and licked them clean. "You taste so sweet... and innocent." Tom smiled malevolently.
"Hey, you take that back!" Star retorted, in mock offense. She lowered her now free hand and closed it around the demon's cock. She pumped him up and down a couple of times. "Still think I am innocent?"
"Y... yes. Yes, I do," Tom replied hoarsely. He raised two eyebrows. "Do you want to prove me wrong a second time today?"
"Of course I do." Star smiled, with a mixure of genuine interest and feigned confidence.
"Then, Star..." Tom smiled at her, a nasty yet hopeful smile, "... get on your knees."
Star blinked for a moment, not understanding. Then, a second later, she got it, "Oooohhh..." she looked around nervously. She ought to have expected this, of course, but, then again, she had never done that before. Ok, once in a dream. But dreams were weird, and it had felt different, like she always knew what to do there. Was she really trying that, for the first time, with Tom? Then she saw it, a small wooden box two meters or so from where they were. "Ok, Tom. You got it. But you have to sit... there!" she pointed at the box.
Tom looked at her with a puzzled expression, but he let her go and, without further question, proceeded to sit himself on the wooden crate. He smirked at her, daring her to come to him. Star was pretty sure that was the same box Marco had been sitting on earlier on the day, when the three of them had come to release the ducks. Which meant this was the same bridge. It was perfect. She walked up to the front of the box, she knelt on the cold cement in front of it. She opened her mouth, she thought of what she had seen Jackie do a few weeks ago and about what she herself had dreamed doing, she imagined doing this to Marco.
Star was taking her best friend's penis in her mouth, or at least half of it. She tried pushing her lips further down, but failed. Instead, she began running her tongue over the head. Then going up and down, lubricating it with her saliva. Slowly, she found that she could take more and more of it without gaging. She pushed her lips further together and alternated moving her tongue around and flicking it below the member. She imagined herself doing this for Marco. She wanted to do well for him, to have him enjoy it. She wanted to be better at this than Jackie. Why was she still thinking of Jackie? She could imagine the two of them, though, in vivid Technicolor in her mind, Jackie Lynn Thomas expertly sucking Marco's dick as he laid in her bed and the boy squirming in pleasure under her ministrations. It wasn't fair!
Star felt two hands push her head against Marco's lap, fixing her in place. She kept doing what she was doing, thinking only of making her bestie feel as good as possible. Ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that reminded her where or with whom she was. She could hear her best friend grunt and moan with satisfaction, see his expression of pleasure. Watch him tense up with the inevitable approaching climax, and explode completely... in Jackie's mouth. She saw the cool girl give Marco a satisfied grin and swallow. Star hated that grin! Then she felt something flood her own mouth, something bitter and thick that dribbled down the corner of her lips. She heard Tom's voice, "Whoa, Star. Not bad for the first time!"
A claw ran along her chin. "Now, now, Star, don't waste it. Swallow properly. You wanted to prove you are not too innocent, right?" Star felt annoyed, and sad. But it mostly wasn't Tom's fault. She did as asked and quickly gulped down the demon's cum. She felt it, warm and sticky, going down her throat. It honestly wasn't that bad of an experience, but it certainly wasn't an enjoyable one either.
There was something wrong with her imagination. She had meant to imagine Tom as Marco, which, ok, wasn't really the kindest thing to do to the boy currently with her, but, well, that wasn't the issue. The question was why Jackie kept popping in her head as well, and why it all seemed so, so real? Sure, Star's imagination was pretty good at painting vivid pictures. But this was something else, she could had sworn she had seen Jackie blowing Marco. She had felt it too, sort of. In a weird way she had felt his pleasure. Not like she was orgasming too when he did, well, when his fantasy of Marco did, but she knew exactly how he had felt.
"Well, well, I stand corrected," Tom said, looking down at Star with a pleased expression. Wait, what was he talking about? Oh, right, their whole 'innocent' thing, their obvious game of chicken. Ok, Star, focus, you are with Tom now. He is no Marco, but imagining otherwise is just turning up super confusing anyways, and even less fun. So let's stop fantasizing, ok?
"You should have let me known you were about to do that!" Star said, honestly a bit bothered, if not very surprised. Tom shrugged unapologetically, then began running his hands along her face, arms and breasts. It felt good, not really that strong sexually, but soothing. She felt and saw traces of flames linger wherever the demon touched. Two hands went under her armpits and tried to pull her up. Tom grunted and gave up.
"Star. Climb on me, please," Tom asked. Not seeing why not, Star complied, removing her underwear before straddling the demon boy. She was soon sitting on his lap, facing him. Tom started kissing her again. Apparently the prince of the underworld didn't care what had been in her mouth before either. He reached back with his hands and Star felt a surge of pain and pleasure shoot through her. It started near her shoulders, teasing her wings, and surged back towards her lower back, caressing her backside, going under her to lap her folds. She knew she was enveloped in fire, and that the fire was caressing her skin, all of it, and her insides. It did so gently, but it was still fire. It could not but hurt, but it did not harm her, and with the light pain, it also brought heat and pressure, and gratification.
Star lost track of time as she let Tom's magics pleasure her. It was not as intense as even his fingers had been, not in any given point of her body, whether inside or outside. But it was pervasive and constant, and slowly bringing her higher and higher. When he was done, she could barely think straight. Tom, Marco, it didn't matter, she needed someone. She needed someone in her, right now!
"So, what did you say you want?" Tom asked, almost mocking her. She only grunted in response, but he seemed not to mind. He lifted her with some visible effort and slid himself under her. Star felt something press inside her crotch, she parted her legs to give it access. Barely aware that, as it pertained to a real, flesh and blood, boy, this was her first time.
It hurt, but only a little, only at first. Not that much more than the flames had hurt. Then she felt movement, and pleasure, and need. Tom pushed her up and down as he went in and out of her, without noticing, she began to push herself up and down as well, atop him. He grunted, shouted something she could not quite hear and pushed her down to the ground. His own body followed, inside of her. She impacted the pavement and she barely noticed. The crate broke and splintered under them and she barely noticed. Star withstood harder hits than that every other day in battle. The only thing she noticed was the emptiness in her when Tom withdrew from inside her, and the ecstasy as Marco entered her again.
She was seeing Marco again, not Tom. Feeling Marco inside her, like it should have been. She was happy. Her senses overwhelmed, her mind clouded. She saw his smile, his big brown eyes looking down at her, she smiled back. Jackie smiled back. Wait, what? Reality seemed to split then for Star, she was experiencing a single thing, but it was something that was happening in two places at once.
She was outside, under a bridge, naked on the cold concrete path, her back pushing pieces of wood as Tom fucked her with animal hunger, eyes glowing red with a feeling that was not anger but also, in some way, was. She did not hate that, it felt strong and raw and wild. It was exciting, it was transgressive, it was payback. She was also on a soft bed, hands caressing her, Marco's mouth kissing her lips as he made love to her in a dim lit cozy room. Except there she was sometimes Star, and sometimes Jackie, and sometimes she was Marco too, feeling the warm bliss inside his lover's body. She enjoyed that, it felt comforting, loving, intimate. It was beautiful, it was passionate, it was solace.
Soon it all dissolved together. The hard concrete floor. The soft bed. The transgression. The comfort. The payback. The solace. Tom's desire. Marco's love. Jackie. Tom. Marco. Star. Tom. Marco. Jackie. Star. She felt it all blend into the white noise of overwhelming climax.
"Staaar!" she heard Tom grunt, hungrily.
"Maaarco!" she heard Jackie moan, joyously.
"Staaar!" she heard Marco shout, lovingly.
"Maaarco!" she heard herself cry out, wishfully.
Star opened her eyes. She was back outside, in the cold night, under the stone bridge, against the hard cement and broken wood. Three blood red eyes glared at her with apocalyptic fury. She saw the fire flare up and sideways, blackening the stone of the arch, burning the remains of the crate and her discarded clothes. The flames lit up the night, they consumed everything around them, except for where she was. She knew these were not caressing flames, these burned with rage and contempt. Tom was holding them back from her.
"Star... I had one request. Just one. Just for tonight," Tom said with a forcefully restrained calm tone. Then, he begun shouting. "Just. This. One. Time!" The flames went from red, to orange, to yellow, and even though they remained far from Star, she could feel the heat. She eyed her wand, far away from her, too far to reach. She tried to go deep, but her mind was in turmoil. She could not summon all of herself, not now.
"What did you said you wanted?!" he asked. She could feel the indignation, but also the pain, in his voice. She couldn't answer. "Who did you say you wanted?!" No answer. "Just for tonight! Just this once! I let you take your anger on me! I offered relief! I did everything to please you! Was it too much to ask for you to be mine for just a few moments!?"
Star closed her eyes. Normally she would have at least tried to kick him of her, to defend herself, but she felt exhausted. She waited for the flames to burn. They never did. She opened her eyes moments later, to see Tom limping away from her, getting away on the far side of the tunnel. Wait, limping? Was he still hurt from her spell? Had he been hurt the entire time? Had he done, all of what he did, while in pain?
Star scrambled to her feet and ran to grab her wand. She thought of going after Tom. To do what? Apologize? 'Hey, sorry I shouted Marco's name when we had sex, hope you don't mind, since you are in love with me and all' Yeah, right. She felt the night air around her. When had California gotten this cold? The only warmth she felt, came from something fiery and sticky, running down her leg.
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"Staaar!" she heard Marco shout, lovingly. It hit her like a punch to the gut.
"Marco?" Jackie asked. She felt surprise and hurt mix into her voice. The weight of his body on top of her felt oppressive. Just a second ago it had been comforting and reassuring, now it was just heavy. She saw him blink twice, confused. Did he not realize what he had just said? In their most intimate moment together? The girl felt her cool exterior crack, she could feel her eyes wetting, a tear sliding down her cheek. Jackie saw the horror of realization in Marco's face as he pushed himself off her. He sat on his knees on her bed, looking at her, unsure what to do. He lifted a hand to cover his mouth. It was much too late for that. She looked away from him, maybe facing her bedroom wall would make this conversation easier. "Marco, we need to talk."
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Author's note: I think Earth is a pretty gre-at place. That's saying something, 'cause I've been through outer space. I think it suits me, it's just my style. I think I'm gonna stay a little while. I think that strangers are just friends you haven't met. I'm blasting monsters and I never break a sweat. I'm really thinking I could call this place home!*
... I always wanted to do that ;}
* Star vs the Forces of Evil, Original Ending Song (by Ego Plum and Daron Nefcy)
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