The Odd Family Heirloom (Closed for KattDclaw)

[such_a_bad_man]

Quinn groaned as he slung his bags onto the bed. It had been a very weird week. Depending on how you looked at it, it was lucky that he received news of his great-uncle's funeral just before Spring Break. He didn't have to miss any time to go home and pay his respects. Then again, he didn't know what respects to pay as he had never met the man or even heard about him before his lawyer called and "suggested" that Quinn come for the funeral and will reading. It was no small thing to travel all the way across the country for a funeral, but his ticket was paid for by his great-uncle's estate so he lost his excuses to get himself out of coming home. That was what he wanted to avoid more than an awkward funeral for a barely known relative.

He'd been the prototypical "mama's boy" for his whole childhood. College was his opportunity to strike out on his own and enjoy his fresh adulthood. Unfortunately, between his heavy class load and his unwillingness to accept a 'B', he spent most of his days either on campus in the library or in his room studying. He'd made friends of his classmates and had been dragged to enough parties to feel like he hadn't been cheated of the college experience, but there was no denying it: Quinn was a nerd. He knew it and had accepted it. Looking around his room of vinyl figures and gaming paraphernalia, it was obvious to anyone else that showed up too.

As Quinn started to unpack, he played the last week over in his head. The phone call from the lawyer came and his folks soon after. He was in town and spent a few days catching up with old friends and avoiding his parents before eventually he had to show up at the funeral. At the funeral, Quinn was surprised by the odd amalgamation of people that were there. There were a handful of family members there, a few people he expected to be there were missing however. Still, Quinn hadn't thought anything of it because he was more interested in the other people in attendance. He saw elegant woman in red and black, people he remembered being important around his hometown, dangerous people all seemed to know this relative better than he did. He didn't think anything of it until the will reading. There was somewhat clandestine talk of safe deposit boxes and investment portfolios without discussing what were in either. Of all the people present, Quinn considered himself the most "normal" looking person in the assembled group.

Finally, the lawyer presiding over the estate mentioned Quinn's name. "To my grand-nephew, Quinn Gabriel, in light of your college enrollment, I feel that you will need a residence away from the noise and bustle of a college campus to further your studies. To that end, I leave to you the estate and grounds of my Summer estate. My lawyer will provide the details and location, as well as all the special particulars of what you need to tend to when you take ownership." With such a cryptic comment, Quinn was given a sprawling mansion of his very own. He had no idea his great-uncle commanded such wealth, but when he met with the lawyer, he was shown pictures of the mansion and was blown away with how big it was. What was more interesting was it's location: it was about an hour outside town from his school.

It was just a few hours ago that Quinn was walking the grounds. Someone was still taking care of the bushes and lawns around the place, but inside, it looked like the place had been mothballed years ago. Quinn walked from room to room, testing each key on the key ring he'd been given. In he room, he took a moment to look at all the covered furniture and wrapped artwork adorning the place. Whatever happened here, it was enough to make his great-uncle leave this place and never come back. The more he explored, the more trepidation he felt about his unknown relative. Wanting to explore further, he tried the lights. Finding them disabled, he made his way to the basement, looking for the breaker box. 'Obviously to save on parasitic electricity, the place had been powered down,' he thought to himself as he timidly stepped down the stairs into the darkened basement. Flipping his phone's light on, he started following the wall in hopes he'd find the electrical box. Instead, he found a room downstairs. It seemed out of place and the construction showed that it was added after the foundation was made. Following the wall, Quinn came to a door with light shining from under it. It was so far the only place with light still on so he swallowed his fear and opened the door. Inside, was an opulently appointed bedroom. A bedroom unlike any Quinn had seen before. The bed was thick and deep and adorned with what he could only call restraints. Next to it on either wall were more devices for immobilization. Surely such things were used for torture in his mind. Turning from the bed, he came upon a dresser filled with all manner of sexy outfits and lingerie. He pawed through them to find if there was anything else, but stopped as he realized how much like a pervert he must look.

Quin started to throw the clothing back into the drawers when a silver box tumbled out of one particular pile. It looked older than the room, maybe as old as the building. Turning it over in his hands, he saw that it had a small lock in the front. This must be what the small key on his new key ring was for. Feeling slightly uncomfortable and a little worried about being in such a dank and dark house, Quinn tucked it under his arm and decided that he'd seen enough for now. He hurried from the place, locking it up behind him before he got back in his car. He tires squealed on the driveway as he took off to get away from his new house as quick as he could.

That was a few hours ago, before Quinn made a stop to resupply his room. He'd been gone for a few days so he knew there wouldn't be anything in the house. Also, the grocery trip had given him time to think about all of this. So he continued unpacking, until a silver box he'd stashed in his bag tumbled onto the bed. As he looked at it now, Quinn wasn't entirely sure why he took it in the first place. But it was here now, laying on his bed. What to do with it now...

Quinn pushed his desk clear, knocking crumpled papers from his last homework session aside, as he set the box on his desk. Retrieving the key from his pocket, Quinn stared at the lock for a moment, debating to himself about all the tings he might find inside. Still, it would either be better than he thought or much, much worse judging by the room he found it in. Slowly, he pushed the key in the lock and turned it....

 

[KattDclaw]

The silver box was quite unassuming, at least at first glance. The edges were lined by highly polished silver, inlaid with intricate designs that switched between swirling and jagged seemingly at random. The rest of the box was black in hue with the quality of leather. The closer one looked over the box that inconspicuous nature quickly evaporated. Those swirls and sharp lines were actually runes and sigils, more often than not of warding and protection, though a trained eye could see the warning signs clearly as well. Unfortunately, Quinn had no idea of anything of the occult or even that it existed beyond cheesy movies and comic books. If he had he would have left that box just where he found it, or perhaps have thrown it off a pier along with its matching key.

Speaking of which, the key and lock seemed to pulse slightly with untapped energy the closer one was brought to the other. By the time that Quinn had decided to push the key into the lock there was a tangible static charge in the air, though it was far too late to turn back now. The lock attracted the key, pulling it within further by an unseen force. It turned all too easily and with a loud and clear ‘click’ the silver box was unlocked and hell literally poured forth. The box flung itself open on well-oiled hinges, the contents nothing but a black and fathomless void. With it came a gust of wind, ripping about the small expanse of his room before it grew with violent intensity. Following it came a bestial howl, perhaps it was just the wind, though the flare of red light from within the box couldn’t be so easily dismissed. All three aspects increased, swelling with intensity every few seconds like the beating of a heart.

She felt the tug, the sensation of release that she had yearned for. How long had she remained trapped here in this black pit of a void? Minutes, years, centuries, she couldn’t gauge time very well from within her prison. That was exactly what it had been, an inescapable prison, a cell she had been tossed into for nothing yielding to the pathetic mortal and his wicked magic. He had thought himself a powerful summoner, yet even with all his incantations and magic circles, he could not bend her to his will. Instead of dismissing her back to the infinite layers of the Abyss, he had sought to punish her for her insubordination. It was funny at first, the fact that this mortal think that he could do what he pleased. Yet the humor quickly waned as she found herself devoid of all sensation. He had the last laugh it seemed, she was tossed into this prison and forgotten about. The range of emotions was profound, from rage and anger, to desperation and despair. Perhaps if he had thought to return to her he might have found a pliant demon instead of the feisty spitfire he had entombed.

Yet that moment was long gone, she was far from the broken creature he had sought to command. Yet she was not entirely ‘there’ either, after so long without the ability to see, hear, feel, everything ripped from her but the power to think, well, it had unhinged her just a tiny bit. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves aren’t we. Who is she? Who was the mortal that dare imprison her? That mortal was none other than the man that bequeathed all his worldly possessions to Quinn, his Great-Uncle. And she? She was nothing short of a demon straight from the Abyss. Zahnhessna was her true name, though not even Quinn’s ancestor had known that. To know the true name of any creature was to have complete and absolute power over them, a pity he hadn’t done some research.

By now the light was bright enough to shed its own heat, bringing with it the stench of brimstone and death. That was when Zahn made her appearance, bursting forth from the confines of her tomb with a fierce and resounding cry. It echoed off the walls, sharp and animalistic, blind with fury and rage. She clawed her way back to the material world, appearing more a vaguely humanoid figure of molten lava than anything else. She was all smoldering claws and teeth, a truly terrifying sight to behold. Her skin hissed and sizzled as the relatively cool air contacted it, steam and smoke rising steadily. She felt every sensation at once, which made the blind anger all the more impressive. She didn’t so much as crawl from the box as was aborted, spewed forth like a slavering minion. Slowly yet steadily that form took shape, the molten quality hardening and solidifying in a decidedly feminine figure. By the time Zahn rose to her feet her skin had cooled and instead of caked black soot and ash stood one of the most beautiful creatures Quinn had the grace to witness.

Zahn stood tall and proud, a statuesque frame of sinful proportions. Her chest was full and ample, lush breasts that defied gravity, her waist tiny and sleek, with shapely hips that were made to grab and hold, coupled with a toned and athletic backside with just enough jiggle to make it all the more enticing. Her skin was creamy and soft, quite a stunning contrast to the molten nature it had exhibited only a few moments ago. Her face was alluring and near angelic, high cheek bones, a sharp and strong jaw, full lips and eyes of shimmering and intense emerald. They matched the short and wild mane of fiery red that topped her head, despite crawling her way from the inside of a box it was stylish and fetching. If that had been it, Zahn would have been one of the most beautiful women he had laid eyes upon, though there was so much more to her than that. Her fiendish qualities were undeniable; the black pair of curling horns that arched from her red hair were clear as day, as were the pair of black wings that sprouted from her shoulder blades, the membrane an intense red. Her nails were also solid black, wickedly long and razor sharp, there was also a hint of impressively sized fangs behind those plush lips.

Once she had properly manifested and the initial rage had subsided, Zahn took a moment to regard her surroundings and stretch. Her arms curled above her head, her back arched and she gave a whimpering little groan as she tightened those sleek muscles. Her skimpy attire, all black leather and skulls, did next to nothing to hide her frame from view. All it served to do was shield her absolute most delicate bits; from his viewpoint Quinn could take in all that Zahn had to offer.

“Shit,” She purred, her voice velvety smooth. “Feels good to stretch my muscles.”

She spoke to no-one in particular, seemingly oblivious that there was another in the room altogether. That was until she let her bright green gaze drift about, taking in the unfamiliar, cramped room. Her slender brows furrowed as the confusion set in, this wasn’t where she had been imprisoned. It didn’t stink of mold and human fluids. The confusion settled upon her ravishing face before finally she pivoted on her heels and came face to face with Quinn. The look of surprise was brief, just enough to cause her sculpted eyebrows to arch. A lecherous little grinned filled the void quickly enough, those green eyes positively danced with an inner radiance of lust and hunger.

“What do we have here? A snack? Just for me?” She spoke softly, her hands settling upon the shapely swell of her hips. One black talon tapped at her pale flesh briefly before she started to move, swaying with an undeniable rhythm that was mesmerizing to behold. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air, finding something rather odd about this mortal.

“You smell…familiar…” She put bluntly, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. The thoughts of revenge and anger at being confided for so long were fleeting now that the opportunity for a meal presented itself. Zahn was hungry…it had been so very long since she had a decent meal.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

It was much, much worse.

Quinn had thrown himself back so hard from the desk when the box opened itself that he had tumbled back, his chair crashing to the ground, and did a backward somersault. The wind whipping around his room was knocking his figurines from the shelves and the red glow was more than a little troubling. He wasn't sure what he had opened, but Quinn was operating on primal instincts. He crawled on the floor as fast as he could, diving behind the couch so he had some buffer from whatever was coming out of the box. He was too gripped by fear to objectively consider what he was thinking.

It was a small box. Conservation of mass told him that whatever was inside had to be of comparable size, didn't it? These were thoughts that would occur to Quinn at a later time. For now, the roar and tempest of his new jewelry box were very real and very terrifying. When the roar became a raised voice, Quinn clamped his hands over his ears, praying to someone, anyone, to wake him up from this nightmare. He had to be dreaming; this wasn't possible. He had to be still asleep on the plane home or on a couch in his new house or old dorm room. "WAKE UP!" he screamed to himself, but his own voice was drowned out by the wind and roar coming from the box.

Then, just as soon as it had started, the noise was gone. Quinn blinked, wondering what was going on, but he dared not come out from behind the couch to see. Instead, slowly, he peeked up from behind the cushions, gripping the edge to hold himself up. His eyes flew open as he took in the scene. Some being of lava and smoke and fire had materialized in his room on the floor before his desk. Yet, somehow, his chair hadn't caught fire. Maybe it wasn't real lava, but what else could it be? He continued to watch as it pulled itself to its feet.

The being seemed to be cooling, a hard crust clinging to it's outer shell. Then, unlike any sort of geological event he'd seen on a documentary, the crust subsided into... skin?! Quinn lifted himself up a little more, his eyes as wide as physically would allow as something as improbable as the loud winds and roar from the box started to unfold in front of him.

As the form became more and more feminine, Quinn's barely post-pubescent mind and body started to react to what he was seeing. His breath caught in his chest as he took in a bosom that would make porn stars jealous. His eyes walked over a flat toned stomach to an hourglass shaped waist and hips that he'd love to wrap his arms around. All his worry and thought were replaced by a primal urge and longing for this exquisite creature. He scanned back up, enjoying the flash of green in her eyes beneath her elegantly shaped horns.

HORNS?!

She had fucking horns!!!!

Quinn wanted to scream out, but he was mid-swallow as he tried. Instead, he just choked and chortled as he tried to stand up. When finally got his act together, Quinn looked back at the lava monster to see her in her full glory. His eyes couldn't peel away from her shapely features, but when she started talking, Quinn was more than a little interested in what he was hearing.

“What do we have here? A snack? Just for me?”

'A snack?! I'm not a snack!' Quinn thought immediately. As Quinn was about to respond, he looked past this woman and saw one of his figures looking back at him. It was Morrigan from Dark Stalkers and Marvel vs. Capcom. 'Oh my god, it's... she's... but she can't be, right?' he thought to himself.

“You smell…familiar…”

"Uh... I got you from my great-uncle's house... maybe that's what you smell?" Quinn offered. He was completely at a loss and could only offer perfunctory words. "Uh... I'm Quinn..." he added, figuring it might be a good idea for her to learn his name. Then again, she was the one with wings and horns... maybe she wouldn't care.

 

[KattDclaw]

It was hard to concentrate on words when the smell of human flesh and emotion hung so thick in the air. His instinctual reaction to her appearance sent ripples through the air, she could sense the arousal she instilled in him, it was like a beacon calling to her. His pulse quickened and such devious thoughts filled his mind. Even as he realized she was more than human there was no denying the arousal behind the confusion and terror. It was actually a rather delicious mix, one that Zahn loved. It was the seasoning on her meal, peppered just right it could make the moment oh so delicious. The very thought made her salivate, the tip of her tongue drifted out over her lips in a slow, precise manner.

She moved closer, every movement perfect and poised. Not one ounce of energy was wasted with unnecessary movement, everything was a choreographed dance that she had played out so many times in the past. He was prey, something to be stalked and pounced and gobbled up as quickly as she could. In times past she may have played with her meal for a few moments before finishing it. But, fuck, she was hungry! Quinn's unspecific answer was met with little recognition behind those vivid green eyes. The great-nephew of some mortal meant nothing to her, though despite herself it did bring with it a pang of something in the back of her mind. It wasn't until she was almost on him that it finally dawned upon her. With that, her eyes went wide and her mouth flopped open. A boisterous laugh caused her delicious bits to jiggle all the more enticingly, oh it felt good to laugh.

“Wait. Your great-uncle. It was...him? Oh this is too much! How long was I in that shithole of a box?” Zahn prattled on like Quinn had any clue what she was talking about. She knew, that was all that mattered. If she was here now that meant he was dead and this young brat had come into possession of his things. While she couldn't take revenge on the one that imprisoned her the thought of hate-fucking this little twerp was almost as good! Her jaw snapped shut quickly enough and a sinister grin curled over her sweet lips. She let her gaze travel over the young mortal, for the first time appraising his physical qualities. He didn't seem like much, not compared to what Zahn had encountered on the infernal layers of the Abyss. Still, she grinned at him broadly, though it was far from a comforting thing to witness.

“Oh honey...I almost feel bad for you. But...then I'd have to care...Don't worry. Zahn will show you a great time before your heart explodes. Now C'mere!” She all but cackled, her hands rising from her hips, black talons menacing as they lashed out at him with blinding speed. Zahn could have easily torn flesh from bone, dug her way into his chest cavity and ripped out his still beating heart. But where was the fun in that? She didn't live on blood and gore, they were just perks. What she wanted was something else, far more emotional than physical. Still, to get there she had to go straight through him, and that was what she did. Straight. Through. His. Pants.

She tore through them and his belt, even his shirt without even scratching him. The material seemed to just burst as she clawed it, the sound of rending denim and cotton music to her ears.

“Let's get a look at what I'm working with here,” She said with a soft hum, picking bits of clothing from the jagged hooks on the underside of her talons.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Quinn's eyes were drawn to the lips of this terrifyingly beautiful creature as she slipped her tongue through them. Following it around as it licked such full pouting lips, Quinn felt his knees go weak. The last woman he'd slept with was a bookish, mousy girl he met at a party he'd dragged to. The woman before him was like something out of his fantasies. Each step she took to draw closer to him made her breasts jiggled almost imperceptibly and the very slight movement drew Quinn's eyes down. Slowly, they pressed to his chest as she drew even closer and Quinn peered deep in those deep green eyes. Acting on instinct, leaving reason behind, Quinn slowly closed his eyes, tilting his head to accept the kiss that was sure to come.

Then, just as suddenly as she arrived, this intoxicating being had slipped away. He opened his eyes and she was gawking at him with a surprised expression. "Wait, YOU'RE surprised?!' Quinn thought to himself. He was about to ask why she stopped when she spoke instead.

“Wait. Your great-uncle. It was...him? Oh this is too much! How long was I in that shithole of a box?”

Quinn shrugged. He had no idea how long that box had been in the house his great-uncle had left him. From the look of everything he'd seen, the interior of the house had been locked up for at least a year. Any longer than that, it would have been hard to tell. Even worse, the lawyer hadn't said anything about that. Then again, he wasn't really thinking about it; watching her body jiggle slightly as she laughed so raucously was very distracting. He stifled back a slight whimper as she looked down at her curvaceous ass as she turned away from him. Once again, he was aching to reach out and slide his hands over her soft creamy skin.

Just as Quinn was debating his next, or rather his first, move, the woman from his box snapped her mouth shut and leered at him evilly. Quinn squeaked in surprise, terror and worry as he read such evil intent in her face as she stood back to her full height and glory.

“Oh honey...I almost feel bad for you. But...then I'd have to care...Don't worry. Zahn will show you a great time before your heart explodes. Now C'mere!”

"AHHH!" Quinn yelled out. He'd never seen anyone or anything move so fast in all of his life. In this moment, he was suddenly keenly aware of the nails, nay talons, that tipped the fingers of this devilish beauty. He only had enough time to start raising his arms before he felt his shirt torn to shreds. It was so fast that he didn't feel the splits forming. One moment it was whole; the following moment, it was shorn asunder. By the time his hands covered his face, the other hand was tearing his belt and shorts from his waist as well. At least, he thought it was just his shorts. Looking down, he saw the shreds of his underwear falling to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

“Let's get a look at what I'm working with here.”

Realizing how silly it was to shield his face now that he was naked and that she could have torn him to pieces before he could have reacted, Quinn dropped his hands. Sheepishly, he slowly cupped his junk in his hands. He didn't have the sort of confidence to stand on full display. Then again, he was more self-deprecating about his body than he had a reason to. When he was in high school, he joined the track team so he could stay in shape between soccer seasons. He'd come to love the runner's high so he had kept running nearly every day. Running over 5 miles a day for the last 4 years had carved him into a lean runner's body and it was very clear to his new visitor what sort of shape he was in. Lifting his chin to finally look into Zahn's eyes, he felt his cock pulsing behind his hands. He shifted his hands to give himself room and still attempt to preserve his modesty. If he got much bigger, that was going to be impossible pretty soon. He needed to think about something un-sexy if he could to calm himself down. As Zahn pulled the clothing shreds from her nails, he was faced with a thought that made his heart stop for a moment.

"Ummm, you're going to kill me because of what great-uncle did, aren't you?" Quinn finally asked.