House Noctus

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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="cinzel-title">House Noctus</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><i>In the seedy underbelly of Northwyck, your most valuable currencies are sercrets- and sex. </i></div> As a human thief raised by House Noctus, you've built your life on lies, grit, and never getting attached. You don't let anyone get close. <i><b>Especially not anyone without a soul. </b></i> But Nicholas Cross is different. Cold, controlled, and seductive, he's intimately acquainted with trading power in blood and secrets. Nicholas is everything you hate—and everything you can’t stop wanting. Least of all because you work for rival crime syndicates. <div style="text-align: center;">You're rivals. Enemies. Predator and prey. </div> But when a betrayal from within your own syndicate forces you to work together, old loyalties fracture, and forbidden attraction turns to obsession. <div style="text-align: center;">In a world where one mistake means death, only you decide: Will you destroy each other, or burn together?</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>This game is rate 18+. </b> <i>Playing with headphones is highly recommended.</i></div> <span style="display: block; text-align: center; color: #2e7d4f;">[[Start Game->Name]] [[Credits]]</span> <<run setup.stopMusic = function () { if (window._bgMusic) { window._bgMusic.pause(); window._bgMusic.remove(); window._bgMusic = null; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic = function () { if (!window._bgMusic) { const audioElement = document.createElement("audio"); audioElement.src = "https://files.catbox.moe/8te2iy.mp3"; // Your song audioElement.loop = true; audioElement.volume = 0.5; audioElement.autoplay = true; audioElement.id = "bgMusic"; document.body.appendChild(audioElement); window._bgMusic = audioElement; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic()>>

<h3>Name</h3> Please enter your name: <<textbox "$playerName" "">> <<button "Continue">> <<goto "Pronouns">> <</button>>

<h3>Pronouns</h3> What pronouns do you use? <ul> <li><<link "He/Him">><<set $pronounsSubject to "he">><<set $pronounsObject to "him">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "his">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> <li><<link "She/Her">><<set $pronounsSubject to "she">><<set $pronounsObject to "her">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "her">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> <li><<link "They/Them">><<set $pronounsSubject to "they">><<set $pronounsObject to "them">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "their">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> </ul>

<<set $hairColor to $hairColor or "">> <<set $hairLength to $hairLength or "">> <h3>Hair</h3> Choose your hair color: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Black">><<set $hairColor = "black">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Blonde">><<set $hairColor = "blonde">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $hairColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Red">><<set $hairColor = "red">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "White/Silver">><<set $hairColor = "white/silver">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $hairColor>> <hr> Choose your hair length: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Short">><<set $hairLength = "short">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Shoulder-Length">><<set $hairLength = "shoulder-length">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Long">><<set $hairLength = "long">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Shaved">><<set $hairLength = "shaved">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $hairLength>> <<if $hairColor and $hairLength>><span style="color: gold;"> [[Next: Eye Color->Choose Eyes]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $eyeColor to $eyeColor or "">> <h3>Eyes</h3> Choose your eye color: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Blue">><<set $eyeColor = "blue">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Green">><<set $eyeColor = "green">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $eyeColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Hazel">><<set $eyeColor = "hazel">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Gray">><<set $eyeColor = "gray">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $eyeColor>> <<if $eyeColor>><span style="color: gold;"> [[Next: Skin Color->Choose Skin]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $skinColor to $skinColor or "">> <h3>Skin</h3> Choose your skin tone: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Fair">><<set $skinColor = "fair">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Tan">><<set $skinColor = "tan">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Olive">><<set $skinColor = "olive">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $skinColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Dark">><<set $skinColor = "dark">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>></span> Current: <<print $skinColor>> <<if $skinColor>> <span style="color: gold;"> [[Next: Height->Choose Height]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $height to $height or "">> <h3>Height</h3> Choose your height: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Short">><<set $height = "short">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Average">><<set $height = "average">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Tall">><<set $height = "tall">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Very Tall">><<set $height = "very tall">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $height>> <<if $height>><span style="color: gold;"> [[Preview Character->Customization Summary]]</span> <</if>>

<h3>Customization Summary:</h3> Hair: <<print $hairLength>> <<print $hairColor>> Eyes: <<print $eyeColor>> Skin: <<print $skinColor>> Height: <<print $height>> [[Start the Story->StartGame]] [[Go back to change hair->Choose Hair]]

<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="cinzel-title">Chapter One</span></div> If the Devil had a face, it would look like Nicholas Cross. You're sure of it as you hold his gaze over the mass of sweaty, writhing bodies swaying back and forth to the base bumping through Club Zero. Green eyes the color of jade dipped in poison. Fair hair, and a voice as smooth as European silk. Even under the strobe lights that paint the teeming leather club blood red and soot black, filled with men draped in fishnets and leathers, he stands out. Like a viper in a den of garden snakes. The back alley BDSM club smells like pot, sex, and desperation. It's Friday night at 1am, after all. Almost the end of the night. And if the way Lucy Wilde works her walk as she slips her number into Cross's pocket is any indication, he's getting lucky tonight. Just not with you. Your leather pants are sticky against your skin as you shift against the railing and survey the crowd below. You can feel his eyes on you, tracking the way you tilt your head back and swallow down the rest of your drink. You've been circling one another all night. Not that that's unusual. It isn't the first time you've ended up on opposite sides of the same job. And you doubt it will be the last "Are you <<print $playerName>>?" Your eyes flicker to a woman in a ribbed leather corset and six inch heels. She bows slightly, voice lowered as she gestured across the room. "This is from the man across the bar." Her gloved hands slip an envelope engraved with elaborate gold calligraphy onto the rough wooden counter in front of you. Brow raised, you regard the gold encrusted envelope with mild disinterest. It might be laced with poison. Taking out the competition is always advantageous in this line of work. But it isn't Cross's style. At least not when it comes to you. [[Take the envelope]] [[Throw the envelope away]] [[Send the envelope back]] <<run setup.stopMusic = function () { if (window._bgMusic) { window._bgMusic.pause(); window._bgMusic.currentTime = 0; window._bgMusic.remove(); window._bgMusic = null; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic = function () { const audioElement = document.createElement("audio"); audioElement.src = "https://files.catbox.moe/qdkty8.mp3"; // New music audioElement.loop = true; audioElement.volume = 1; audioElement.autoplay = true; audioElement.id = "bgMusic"; document.body.appendChild(audioElement); window._bgMusic = audioElement; }>> <<run setup.stopMusic()>> <<run setup.playMusic()>>

You lift the white paper napkin on the counter to your lips, dabbing away any traces of vodka left behind. You make a show of contemplating what to do with the unexpected letter. Like you could take it or leave it. Like you aren't at all curious why, after months of thinly veiled flirting and smoldering stares, he's finally reaching out to you directly. Then you flag down the woman that delivered the envelope. "Send this back to him please." The woman blinks. Her confusion is quickly replaced dread. "I couldn't- I don't think he'd..." She swallows down whatever else was on the tip of her tongue and smoothes out her expression. "Of course." [[Continue->iremember]]

You can feel Cross's eyes burning a hole in the side of your head even before you lift your gaze. The insufferable cocky smile plastered across his perfect lips hasn't faltered. Not in the slightest. In fact, he almost looks amused. Of course he does. That arrogant bastard. Smirking, you bite back a snicker. Maybe he expected it. The blatant rejection. Maybe he just sent it to see what you'd do. After all, Nicholas Cross is a vampire when it comes down to it. Just because he's the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on doesn't mean you can't see past the designer suit. You know how to make dirty look pretty better than anyone, after all. You've been wearing your own disguise since you turned sixteen. It doesn't matter. You're not here for Cross tonight. You already have a mark. His name is Willard Beaumont, and at the moment, he's throwing back enough hard liquor to send his liver to an early grave. <i>Stay focused,</i> your boss said to you only hours ago. But when you turn, and Cross is standing in front of you with vodka on his lips and heat in his eyes, all those carefully cultivated plans go straight to hell. "<<print $playerName>>." He says your name like liquid silk. "Cross." "This doesn't seem like your type of haunt." The accusation laced in his observation doesn't escape you. You shrug casually. "I've been to my fair share of leather clubs." His eyes drop to the bracelet around your wrist. The one meant to signal to potentials whether you're a dom or a sub. It's blue. Undecided. Cross smiles. "That's cute." "What is?" "Who are you trying to fool?" He lowers his voice and steps closer. You can smell the cologne on his collar and the sex on his lips as he bows his head. Like whatever he's about to say is meant for you and you alone. "They might believe you, but I don't. I still remember how to make you moan." [[Don't flatter yourself. I was just doing my job->dontflatter]] [[Blush and look away->blush]] [[Tell him you were faking it->fakingit]] [[And I still remember what you looked like on your knees in front of me->onyourknees]]

"Don't flatter yourself. I was just doing my job." Cross laughs. "Then why aren't I ash right now?" You roll your eyes and look away. "Not a mistake I'll make again." [[Continue->followmark]]

You blush and look away. He must have enthralled you. At least that's what you tell yourself. [[Continue->followmark]]

"I was faking it." You lie. But he doesn't bite. "If you were that good at faking an orgasm, you'd be a porn star, not a black market thief." [[Continue->followmark]]

"And I still remember what you looked like on your knees in front of me." You say. Cross smiles. "Only for you, lisin'tha." [[Continue->followmark]]

The tension pulled taut just beneath your skin makes you wish you had another drink. Cross always has a way of doing that- getting under your skin. You should've killed him that night, when you had him close, before he'd learned who you really were. But your resolve was too weak back then. And his thrall was too strong. You've grown a lot since then. You won't make the same mistake again. "Come play with me tonight." Cross gestures towards the back rooms down the hall to the left. "You didn't open my letter." [[Play with Cross->playwithcross]] [[Don't play with Cross->dontplaywithcross]]

The smell of stale cigar smoke and cheap vodka stings your nostrils as Willard slides his hand up your thigh. Cringing, you bite back the wave of nausea rolling through your gut. "God, you're so fucking hot." Willard slides his tongue up your neck. It takes more effort than usual for you to force a smile. His name is Willard Beaumont, and he is tonight's mark. He's a diamond smuggler on his way to trade a couple mil in hard rocks for some illegal firearms. Your boss put you onto his trail a couple weeks back. It took a week of running surveillance before you realized where he was keeping the diamonds. A smarter man would have stored them away in a bank vault under an alias, or utilized less accessible means. But Willard Beaumont was not a smart man. He was a rich hedonist. Which is why you knew you'd have no trouble seducing him when you followed him out of the club tonight. "Am I?" You laugh. He's so drunk he probably won't even remember you the morning after. And if he does, the little surprise beneath your dress will do the trick. "Hell yeah. You should become an escort. I'd sell my left nutsack just to have you in my bed." You put one hand on his chest to maintain some semblance of distance between you two and reach under your dress with the other. "It won't cost you quite that much." In one swift movement, you grab the needle hidden beneath your dress and plunge it into Willard's neck. Confusion furrows his brows for a few brief seconds. He stumbles back, gripping at his neck, and then crumbles to the ground. A triumphant grin pulls at your lips. You take a couple seconds to straighten your dress before you turn and survey the room. You know Willard hid the diamonds somewhere within the confines of the small hotel room. Where exactly he'd done so, however, was another matter entirely. Frowning, you kneel and check for any hollow spots in the floorboards. The room doesn't have a safe or a vault- the most obvious spot for something like this. So he'd probably hidden them somewhere more discreet. "Looking for this?" You jump to your feet and spin around. You know even before you lay eyes on the figure leaning against the wall who it is. You'd recognize that smooth, rich baritone voice anywhere. "How the hell did you get in here?" You place a hand on your hips and peg Nicholas Cross with a hard glare. He smiles lazily and tosses a small velvet bag between his hands. "You know how I am when I see something I want. Terribly persistent." His eyes drift down your body suggestively. "You mean a total menace." You snap. "Maybe I am." Nicholas shrugs and pushes up off the wall. Takes a couple steps towards you. "But we both know that's how you like things, don't we?" "I'm not here to play with you Cross." You lunge forward and make a grab for the bag of diamonds, but Nicholas holds them just out of reach. "That's too bad. Cause I'm always in the mood to play with you." You roll your eyes. You lift your leg to kick at Nicholas, but he catches your thigh and steps forward, pinning you to the wall. "What's wrong, <<print $playerName>>? I thought you were the best thief on the West Coast. Surely you're not afraid of a little competition? And we both know you're not afraid of getting your hands a little dirty." Snickering, you raise a brow. "Competition? Don't flatter yourself. You're not on my level, Cross." Nicholas bows his head and speaks into your ear. "I'm not letting you get away this time." You punch Nicholas in the sternum and send him stumbling back. The momentary distraction is just long enough for you to swipe the diamonds from Nikolais' grasp. "You never <i>let</i> me Cross. But that doesn't mean I won't." "You didn't read my letter. The one I sent you at the bar." Cross pushes the words through gritted teeth and grips at his chest. Probably from the pain of your last punch. [[Hesitate]] [[Gloat]] [[Hit him again]] <<run setup.stopMusic = function () { if (window._bgMusic) { window._bgMusic.pause(); window._bgMusic.currentTime = 0; window._bgMusic.remove(); window._bgMusic = null; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic = function () { const audioElement = document.createElement("audio"); audioElement.src = "https://files.catbox.moe/qdkty8.mp3"; // New music audioElement.loop = true; audioElement.volume = 1; audioElement.autoplay = true; audioElement.id = "bgMusic"; document.body.appendChild(audioElement); window._bgMusic = audioElement; }>> <<run setup.stopMusic()>> <<run setup.playMusic()>>

The smart watch on your wrist starte buzzing before you can respond. <i>Shit.</i> Time to go. In a few minutes Willard's men will be by to check on him. "Sorry Cross. Gotta go." You burst through the hotel door and dart towards the stars. Taking the elevator would be too slow. "Wait!" You can hear Cross trailing behind you as he calls out. But you don't stop. You know from experience that you're faster than him on foot. [[Contine->run]]

Even so, it takes you a couple floors before Cross's footsteps die down to a distant echo behind you. You slip off your stilleos as you take the stairs two at a time. You know how to run in heels. But you'll make better time going barefoot and reduce the likelihood of breaking an ankle. You almost make it down to the third level when you're stopped dead in your tracks. Two big, burly men step into the stairwell, blocking your path. You recognized them immediately. Willard's men. <i>Damn it.</i> Someone must have tipped them off. [[Use your heel as a weapon]] [[Reach for the dagger strapped to your thigh]] [[Reach for pepper spray in your purse disguised as perfume]]

You curse and lift the stilletoe in your hands, brandishing the sharp ends as weapons. You stab at one man's face and leave a nasty gash across his cheek, but the other grips your wrist before you can land a hit. You have just enough time to stumble back before a sharp blow hits the back of your head and engulfs your world in darkness. <b>End of Demo</b>

You curse and reach for the dagger strapped to your thigh, but the man grips your wrist before you can pull it from its sheath. You have just enough time to stumble back before a sharp blow hits the back of your head and engulfs your world in darkness. <b>End of Demo</b>

You curse and reach for the pepper spray in your purse disguised as perfume, but the man grips your wrist before you can pull it from its sheath. You have just enough time to stumble back before a sharp blow hits the back of your head and engulfs your world in darkness. <b>End of Demo</b>

"Alright Cross." You take a step towards him, just enough to be in his space. "Let's play." Cross's eyes flash, fangs protruding slightly. He licks his lips as his eyes trail down your body. "Tell me what you want." "You already know what I want, remember." Cross bows his head and whispers against the shell of your ear. His hand ghosts up your arm. "Maybe I just want to hear you say it." [[Take the Lead]] (not currently available, will be available in future builds) [[Let Cross take the lead]]

"I have other plans tonight Cross. Maybe some other time." In one graceful motion, you stand. Your heels click against dirty tile as you make for the door. You leave the unopened envelope on the counter. Tonight's mark left thirty seconds ago. Cross is fun. Almost fun enough to make you wish you didn't already have plans. But you don't have time to toy with him this time. Not with twenty grand and a vault full of blood diamonds on the line. [[Continue->seducingwillard]]

He wants you to say it, but you don't- won't. Not yet. "I'll say it when I'm ready." "Is that a soft limit?" "Hard." Cross's grin is practically feral as he takes your hand and leads you through the crowd. It doesn't take long for him to find an empty room. There's a cage in the corner. A flogger and a paddle hanging on the wall to your right. A couple suspension hooks hanging from the ceiling. Rope and handcuffs on the table, next to a ball gag and a blindfold. And of course, in the middle of the room, St.Andrews cross. You wonder vaguely if he reserved this room, on the off chance you said yes. But he doesn't give you time to ponder that. "Same safeword as before?" You nod. "Good. Take your clothes off. All of them." Cross's eyes are trained on you like you're the only thing with a heartbeat in all of Northwyck. The cocky smirk on his face shifts towards something hungry as you slip off your shirt. Then your heels and pants. Your hands shake when you get to your bra and panties. He makes a sound low in his throat. Something like a growl, not quite a purrr. He swallows thickly as he takes in the sight of you. You feel naked, exposed. Completely at his mercy. A secret thrill pools in your fingertips and sets your veing on fire. You draw in a steadying breath to try and hide your reaction. By the time you're completely naked, you can see how hard he is. His eyes slide over ever single inch of naked skin, but he doesn't touch you. Not yet. Instead, he walks towards you slowly. Circles you once. You have to force yourself still to resist the urge to fidget under the weight of his gaze. He stops behind you and lifts his hand. His touch is unexpectedly gentle as he slides your hair behind your shoulder, so that your neck is bare and exposed to him. You suck in a shaky breath when his hands span the breadth of your ribs, fingers shifting over shallow skin. His touch is possessive as he pulls you towards him. Controlled- but just barely. His breath ghosts along the crook of your neck, prickling goosebumps along your skin. He hovers over your pulse point. A shiver snakes up your spine as you hear his fangs elongate, then retract- like he's having trouble holding himself back. "You're so beautiful when you're like this." He whispers. "When I'm naked?" "You're never truly naked around me, lisin'tha." He presses a single kiss to the hollow of your neck. His tongue is hot and wet as he tastes you. He doesn't bite. Not yet. But you can tell he wants to by the way his hands tighten around you. His right hand slides up and cups your breast. His thumb traces your nipple till its rosy and pebbled. Heat pools between your thighs and ripples through you. The combination of his lips on your neck, his hands on your skin, the silk of his suit against your back, and the cold air is a heady sensation. He lingers just long enough to hear you bite back a moan. Then he steps back and walks to your front. "Kneel." [[Kneel]] [[Don't kneel]]

Your knees hit the ground with a hollow thud. He lowers his hand and cradles your face, leading you forward. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes as you trace the outline of his erection with your tongue, through his leather pants. He lets out a throaty groan and tilts his head back, threading his finges through your hair. Only when he closes his eyes do you make your move. Lunging forward, you grab the handcuffs off the table, snap them around his wrist, then to a hook on the cross. Nicholas's eyes snap open. "What-" "Sorry, Cross. Couldn't risk letting you get in the way tonight." You shrug on your clothes and pocket the handcuff keys. "I'll tell Marita to let you out in a couple hours." You're out the door before he can protest. You can hear him calling out to you, but you don't look back. Guilt tugs at your chest, but you push it down. It's just business. Nothing personal. At least that's what you tell yourself as you slip into the night. [[Continue->seducingwillard]]

You choose not to kneel. His eyes flash, like he expected as much. Like he was hoping you'd say no, because then he'd have an excuse to punish you. "You always did prefer things the hard way." He smirks, almost fondly, as he turns to reach for the paddle on the wall. Only when he has his back to you do you make your move. Lunging forward, you grab the handcuffs off the table, snap them around his wrist, then to a hook on the cross. Nicholas's eyes snap open. "What-" "Sorry, Cross. Couldn't risk letting you get in the way tonight." You shrug on your clothes and pocket the handcuff keys. "I'll tell Marita to let you out in a couple hours." You're out the door before he can protest. You can hear him calling out to you, but you don't look back. Guilt tugs at your chest, but you push it down. It's just business. Nothing personal. At least that's what you tell yourself as you slip into the night. [[Continue->seducingwillard]]