Being the extremist meant that Adam would know every "horrible", depraved
desire his partners had.

And he would fulfill every one.

He truly believed there was no mindscape more foul than his, not in manners but rather in depravity. The things he thought about were concerningly sexual almost all of the time. He was genuinely horny all of the time, that symptom hadn't died out from his testosterone shots and by now it looked like he'd be stuck with it. The difference between him and other guys? Adam kept a lot to himself, but a permanent result of that was beginning to manifest in a way his partners were beginning to notice.

He never shared any fantasy he fulfilled to anyone else, like a priest of sin. It was lips sealed, and nothing would break the lock. There was no way to shock him. He was pretty sure he'd had every (mostly) legal sexual thought or fifty by now. Was it Testosterone injections that had ruined his mind, or the half celibacy turned 8 hottie polycule that looked attractive all the damn time? He often wondered if he was biased and came back with the same answer every time: yes.

Today was his second time not locking himself away after injections. He was antsy and silently loud. It was strange to have to be around people, people he found undyingly sexy, when all he could think about was a scene so demonic he may as well sign away his soul to the devil.

If he wasn't the devil already.

Jasmin noticed it first. She'd been cleaning in the kitchen and keeping an eye on the disassociating man in the corner. She knew why he liked corners, the same reason as her: it was the safest spot in a room. He chuckled to himself and she glanced back to see him eyeing her ass with downright evil intent. She could swear his eyes glowed in the dim lighting. "See something you like?" She quipped, giving him a little hip wiggle to entice him closer.

Entice him it did. He got up to stroll over to her and grab her waist hungrily. Between her and Adam there was less of a height difference, but he was still 8 inches taller than her. His fingers ghosted over her lips and then down the side of her neck to check her pulse. They'd mused to each other he was planning to turn them into vampires one day and was just memorizing the spot. He planted a kiss to her lips, then two more increasing in hunger. The last kiss took her breath away, he managed a good balance of gentle and passionate. She swooned and he pulled away, wincing a bit. "I mean... hi."

"Okaaayyy..." She touched a finger to his chest and batted her eyes. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I like it."

He just kissed her again, pressing her against the side of the fridge.

*

Anna had already known, after all estrogen had strange side effects too.

She was not, however, prepared to be naked in 30 seconds flat the second she got home.

Adam had started sucking her off from soft to hard until her toes were curling and she gasped, gripping his hair. He'd then hopped on top of her and started riding her hard and fast, gripping at her neck while she cried out and he chuckled an evil little laugh.

He blew her mind in their entryway, cleaned her up, romanced her, and went on his merry way. Probably to sexually attack unsuspecting polycule member #2. She giggled, then snorted.

She decided to spend her immediate full recharge afterglow to eat vanilla pudding on Hazels lap and watch cartoons.

*

Steven was red faced and embarrassed but he needed to tell Adam about his last horrible dream. They seemed to be getting worse lately, it was happening to the point that he'd woken up with Connie's jaw dropped as she realized he'd had a wet dream. "How old are you?" She accused with a mirthy chuckle. "Hit the showers, kiddo."

Adam listened to his story while they sunbathed. Honestly he really shouldn't ever try to absorb sunlight, regular light bulbs nearly gave him sunburn he was so fair skinned. But there was something about having confessions exposed to open air and lost in the wind. It soothed people, then they could use the calmness by trying to backtrack it. If it was trauma related he went about things differently. If not, fair game.

This one was not trauma related, at least not directly. Steven had one of Adam's favorite grey kinks: slut shaming. It seemed he still felt guilty sometimes about being such a sexually active creature. There was no way to know if he was just built like that or if it was somehow related to him being as loving as he was.

Steven also had a very prominent humiliation kink. His face could be glowing with pink as you tease him about how much he's leaking and he's hard as a diamond. He felt like a freak, and that's what made it worse. Better. Everything else in between.

Adam would grind his strap into their ass and be as colorful with his words as possible. That's what they wanted to hear: they wanted to hear that they were depraved animals with no sense without sex. They'd fall apart without their selfish pleasure, they longed to be used every hour of the day and they ought to know it was obvious. Bringing the kinks out meant more pleasure all around, it was getting to the point that nothing would scare him. After all, there was one person whom he looked forward to knocking her pretty little hands on his office door.

"Hi, Daddy." Her voice carried the harmonious hyperactivity of a mania spirit. She sat on his desk and smiled, tipping her head. Hazel had put a bow in her hair, and he thought it was adorable. "Whatcha doin'?"

Adam was admittedly staring between her legs but snapped his eyes back up. "Did you need something, Anna?" He caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I love you."

She smiled and nuzzled into him. "It's a really dark one this time. You'll definitely leave me for this."

He shook his head. "Unlikely. I'm crazy, too."

Leaning to whisper to him, heat flooded in between his legs at the sinful delight this succubus was murmuring with a smile in her voice. "Anna, baby, don't speak any more of that aloud. Just let Daddy do it to you."

Something in his mind made him susceptible to enjoy their pleasure. He could play any part and play it well, sometimes he felt like he did it too well.

And after certain scenes, he'd go and sit at a church for a while. Maybe kick up his feet on the pew in front of him. Not because he believed in anything, but simply because he liked the rush of satisfaction from being a kinky polyamorous demented slut right where he could eat an apple and smirk up at the cross.