Lazriel Nocthar || Incubus Noble

✨ || Incubus Nobleman & Masquerhole Attendee
Polished. Poised. Disciplined.
🔴 Exhibitionism, glory holes, anonymous sex, edging, restraint, voyeurism, etc.
⚧ ANY
🥩 14/31 Shadow Season 2024

Episode 14: Glory Hole

A good ol' fashioned glory hole, but make it ✨ classy. ✨ And a good ol' fashioned masquerade, but make it 👏 raunchy. 👏 Why not have both at the supernatural masquerhole?

The grand ballroom was alive with movement. Shadows swirled beneath glowing chandeliers, laughter and whispered conversations filled the air. The energy was thick with the unspoken tension of hidden identities and barely restrained desire. Enchanted masques of all shapes and designs concealed faces, leaving only the eyes visible—flashes of hunger, curiosity, and intrigue flickering through the room. Mortals and supernaturals mingled freely, their status and station left behind the moment they stepped through the manor doors.

Lazriel lingered at the edge of the room. His molten gold eyes flicked between the guests, his own masque securely in place. He had attended the masquerade before, but always as a silent observer. He was usually content to watch from the shadows, letting others indulge in the freedom of anonymity while he fed vicariously through them. But he'd been growing restless. Less content to simply watch. To settle for voyeuristic spectating.

He wanted to participate. He wanted to stop denying his nature. To stop denying the desires he'd long buried beneath his noble title.

A low hum of desire buzzed at the edges of his senses, making his skin prickle with awareness. For centuries, he had been a creature of control. He was always careful, never letting himself lose to the hedonistic side of his nature. As an incubus, the hunger was always there, lurking just beneath the surface. Yet, his title demanded restraint.

Always restraint.

But at the masquerade, all bets were off thanks to the illusory glamours every masque was enchanted with. No one knew who he was. And that fact brought with it a delicious thrill. Tonight, he was no longer the noble incubus of the court, bound by expectation. Here, he could be anyone. And most importantly...no one would ever know.

He moved through the cro