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Posted | 07-06-2017, 01:05 PM

He kept his gaze roaming out over her land as she thanked him, he took note of the difference in her tone but he did not quite understand the implications. Only that she was pleased that he liked it up here. His response was more formal, as both his hands moved to be locked behind his back and his shoulders pulled back in his usual stance. "You are most welcome, Miss Kelly. And then he had asked her about her baby, and her response was more open than he would have expected. It seemed most of her responses to him were more open then he was used too.

Humans, humans were open books to him for the most part, but demons, just as she said, were not like humans. They tended to hide parts of themselves and not enjoyed revealing too much for some thought that it would harm them later on. He had felt her come up beside him, but he still kept his attention elsewhere as she spoke, as if to not disturb her concentration on what she was saying. Alehk was starting to learn more and more about her, and was starting to understand the subtle inner workings. The subtle revelations of what she wanted, what she enjoyed, and what made her particularly…off.

The talk of her baby, was not a conversation that brought her happiness. So he did not enjoy the conversation. Humans were much like dogs, one could connect with them in a similar way, but they would always leave or pass on too soon. It seemed Miss Cassy's human had left her injured in a way he did not quite understand. "Maybe she will return to what is yours soon. And then you will have her again. And.His attention had turned towards her, reciprocating her smile softly. "You do have me also. I am not sure how you have..caught me, but I can assure you, You do have me now, Kashiro Henche." He is unsure why he had used her true name, but it seemed important to stress to her that she was not…alone. That he saw her and was starting, he'd like the think, to understand her in a way he had not before.

He turned his body to face towards her, the small smile remaining on his features, and his eyes focusing solely on her face once more. Her chuckle was …well it had a positive effect on him, even if she was focusing in on how she could gain more control over their meetings. It did not bother him. He was not ever trying to hide from her, after all. "I would be most pleased to come and visit you here more often. Even without games.I think I am finding that I enjoy being…alone…with you. Just as much as when we play. I think. I hope it is the same."

Although, well, baby eating is rather fun to do too.


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Posted | 07-06-2017, 02:16 PM


She had told him things that she told no one else already; not just because no one ever seemed interested enough to inquire but she also thought it beneath her, a waste of her time, much like most might not share the entirety of their day in specific detail with a newborn baby. It was a waste of time, how silly, they were all but toys!
She's not used to saying such things, leading by what she feels and relaying it back to him. It was.. unusual, to say the least, but when he responds the way he always does, she is comforted by the idea that perhaps he was interested in these things. She had offered him to go elsewhere, after all, and he still wanted to see where she spent most her time. So she was comforted by the idea that it wasn't some useless information she had pressed upon him in her excitement. It makes her smile widely to know that he liked it here, that it was.. worth the visit.

She thinks for a moment on the idea that perhaps the woman would return. She doesn't speak on that, but the truth was that she strongly did not think so. It was over, she was sure, Sweeney made it clear that first time and then the second most recent time, wherein she cut off most informal contact with the serpent, that she wanted distance. If ever Billie did come back to live here, Kashiro more than likely would not ever truly believe that the woman wanted this entirely because she wanted to be close to the serpent. There would be benefits to it that would drive her back, advantages - opportunities... maybe she would start speaking to her again once something tragic in her life happened, or if she ran into trouble and needed the Hydra's help - that would be fine, but.. it was hard to explain.
Did that count as exploiting her? As the humans did?
She doesn't know. She'd never had a baby before, and humans were already very strange creatures. Maybe that's what babies were supposed to do - leave. Use their resources as much as possible and then run off to their own space.
She didn't like that.
But at the time that's exactly how she felt treated by her baby.
Maybe it was best she did not have human babies anymore.
Unless to eat.

Her mind was pulled out from its coil when he tells her that she had him. She was just staring at him now, her expression blank while he spoke as though it was some unbelievable thing. She.. had him? She doesn't understand the entire ramifications of that but it's on the tip of her tongue and she can feel that it was very, very important. That it could change quite a bit if she let it. When the term "caught" is spoken, a small breath exhales from her in a pure mixture of amusement and happiness. She did not intend to trap him, she did not intend to bind or constrict and limit his freedom. She could accommodate, she could acclimate - she found herself wanting to do so; just so he would not leave. As long as he came back, she would be.. okay, she thinks. So the idea that she has done nothing to actually trap him and yet she still has him is very.. empowering, maybe? Comforting.

There's that sensation again between her ribs when he says her name. Her real name, her entire name. She was used to being called Miss Cassy, she certainly did not dislike it, but there was something ceremonious in the use of her actual name that makes her incredibly susceptible to whatever it was this feeling was in her chest. The feeling pulled at her, sung impulse in her ears, distracted her between the tangible moment and all the theoreticals that she could chase. Her impulse was not usually so confusing and that was very concerning - it did not usually have so many options, so many possibilities. There were often but two or three at the most, typically just one. Why was this any different?
She had turned to him when he did the same, spoke to him, offered him to visit her here more often; but if you asked her to recite exactly what she said she would not entirely remember. It was happening without the entirety of her attention, she didn't quite remember the actual moment she turned to him. He liked to be alone with her - she heard that, and perhaps that was the only thing she actually did. She was particularly distracted and did not want to be, so it was great incentive to push her.

It was a hurried movement, almost like she impulsively rushed up against him without even noticing him there, but the moment their bodies touched she was slow, fluid as her hands came up on either side to frame his face as she leaned up on her toes and met her lips to his in a soft but present kiss. Her hands idly drifted farther back, allowing her fingers to scratch lightly through his hair as she leaned into him savoring the beat of his heart and the breaths he took and the uniqueness of his scent and deciding that, yes, she quite liked the decision she made.

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This post was last modified: 07-06-2017, 05:44 PM by Alehkar Garieptol Posted | 07-06-2017, 05:43 PM

Every movement he had made towards her had been hesitant. Unsure. He was not used to physical confirmation of affection, because he was not used to presenting or being presented with either affection or contact, most definitely not on impulse. Any contact he had made with another was planned and precise and for a greater end game. He did not allow others to touch him first, and he did not enjoy when others touched him.

He did not know them and did not want to know them.

They were only marks to him, chess pieces or puzzle pieces to a wider game that would last until he was bored enough to simply walk away and leave them either confused about what exactly had happened during their time together, or dead.

But he had seen the affectionate gestures on humans, even though he had never fully understood them. He thought he did, but the mere idea of each action had puzzled him completely. Why would they need to constantly reassure, or provide contact, to someone physically when words should work just as well? What was the point, in relaying to another person in that way? It had seemed rather silly to him.

Kashiro was not a stranger to him though, and he did not want her to be. He found he wanted to show her the little things, and wanted her to feel reassured in his want to be near her. It had become an almost building pang, deep in his chest, when he thought of any distance between them. He was not sure when it started, all he was sure of was that it was there now. Had been there since he had left her the previous day. All he knew was there was an overwhelming need to want to be closer to her.

Always closer.

And so when she came to him, in the most forward manner she had ever been with him, there was no hesitance to his acceptance of her. There was no unsure thoughts as he caught her, his arms slowly curling around her frame and drawing her against him. When she pressed her lips to his, and he met with his own, he had thought the building of.. something..would dissipate, as he was much closer to her. Yet instead it seemed to grow, fluttering and becoming more urgent while she raked her fingers through his hair.

Why did she specifically affect him? In a most, unsure way? Unusual way? Uncertain way? Lovely way? All he knew was he was too focused on his arms trying to press her tighter against him until there was but a breath between them, and that suddenly he was trying to deepen their kiss to taste more of her. His thoughts spiraling in his mind and yet they were incoherent to reason. Always closer. Always more. Always her. While this was rather new and surprising to him, rather quickly he decided that yes, he quite liked the decision she made.

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Posted | 07-06-2017, 10:06 PM


A serpent liked to be held if it was done right and she was no different. She was drawn into him suddenly the moment she was against him, surrounded by his scent and heat and the binding of his hold - she was being constricted in a certain way by him, and rather than instinctively break free or turn the tides so that she was in control of it, the Hydra was folding at his will, her soft body contouring against him while she continued to kiss him. She wanted him, wanted more of him, instinctively sought for every inch of her to be warmed by the taller demon's touch. When his kiss suddenly deepened into her a muffled "Kelly..." was uttered into the kiss before she was pushing back, deepening her own exploration of his taste. She was completely invested in being close to him and then even closer than that, indicative by how she was pressing against him with conviction as his hold tightened and pulled her close. There's a small sound she makes against him, like a huff of breath infused with the smallest sound of her voice. She liked the pressure, the security that came with it, the building fervor between as they both decided at the same time that they just weren't close enough.

Passion was the word, and she was familiar with the actions that it brought but she was not familiar with the reason behind them. It was not the same sort of physical lust that she was familiar with, the same sort as the vice that the serpent historically used against mankind. It was different, though the actions the same; she can only think of how warm he was and how she wanted to get closer and closer to him until she was surrounded by everything about him. It had precious little to do with the acts themselves, the sensations that came with them - she was not working towards any tangible, physical goal.
She was merely using any means she knew to have.
She doesn't remember moving her hands from his hair, but when she does it's a quick but fluid motion. They instead slid to his chest and then around to his back, gliding to the small of it and then wrapping (not too) tight around his waist so that she had enough control to glue their lower halves together while he kept the rest of them together in some beautifully-fitting puzzle. She could now feel every movement he made in her very muscles themselves, the heat of his body radiating through clothing and tattooing against her skin in an addictive dose.

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Posted | 07-06-2017, 11:50 PM



When the word 'kelly' was murmured against his lips, (because it was just a word, and yet his name simultaneously), his hands involuntarily gripped into her, attempting to hold her in her place against him. She was suddenly very much everywhere, and still he wanted her closer. He knew it was absurd and it made no sense to his rationale mind because he could already feel almost every inch of her. He knew, not only was he hers. Because he was, even though he did not know when exactly that had happened. But he wanted her to be his with a abrupt possessiveness he had never been victim too before.

It was as if slowly the knot in his gut had been growing over their last two meetings, the tension of need in is chest was straining with each touch she had given to him. It gradually grew and he was not fully sure what exactly it was. Passion was not, normally, in the shadow demons repertoire, after all. Ever the pristine. Ever the proper. Until she was suddenly pressing her lips to his own, in a room where they were completely alone for the very first time, and something broke free.

Until he broke the kiss, his head falling and burying his face into the crook of her neck and being so very careful that no part of him touched the back. It was not about the softness of the skin she had created, but more about how her fragrance from her hair, and her everything, consumed him. Her scent. It was overwhelming him as his breathing, now staggered and uneven, ran over her skin. Trying to find some semblance of sanity in what little thoughts he had been able to have since she had kissed him.

This was not him. He did not lose control. Ever. Alehkar liked control, and she was bringing out something in him that caused that to become lost. And he was trying very hard to find an inkling of a thought that he even cared that it was lost as he pushed his face more against her skin, pressing kisses wherever his lips landed,on her shoulder, on her neck, on her jaw, and ensuring he kept his hold on her firm and tight, not wanting suddenly, for her to leave him

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Posted | 07-07-2017, 02:21 AM


His taste was written on her lips and memorized by her tongue more and more each kiss they shared. The world was perfectly still and the soundproof walls hid sounds from the two demons that might possibly alert them of life other than their own. The serpent was used to this, she knew only her own heartbeat in the still, frozen confines of these private quarters - but now there were two. She was not alone, and he reminds her of this with each constrict of his arms and each deep kiss he gives her. She should be trying to control it, what he could or could not do and should be far more forward than she was - but she was too preoccupied with the want to just experience him, as though she had never been through something like this before - and she hadn't. It was never like this. Nothing about anything about them was ever replicated. They were on the same plane, speaking the same language, seeing the same things, feeling the same things.. and the serpent had never known such a similarity. She wanted him all for herself, she wanted to coexist with him in a way two trapped souls might; both knowing the same wrongs, both knowing the same abhorrence - she did not know much of his history but she knew that he had felt constricted - the word he'd used was confined when they'd first met - and she knew that humans had down horrible things to him, and she would not do the same. She wanted him to feel as free as she did, as happy as she did, and this was the only time the serpent had ever entertained working against another's inhibition without any reward for her own self. No half-truths, no exploitation, no means to an end; she wanted him, he said she had him, and she found herself wanted to make that worth his while. She wanted him to enjoy it as she did so that they might be similar in that regard as well as the others. She wanted him all to herself, true, but she refused to treat him in a way that might confine him. What point was any of this if he no longer smiled at her? If she had him locked away but he did not speak, did not touch her, did not want to play with her?
...It had never mattered before because, clearly, she had ways to make people do as she wanted or else they would a n g e r her. But, for Kelly, she was adamant she did not want to be that way. She did not want to be what the humans were to him.

In the sudden break she instinctively swallows a breath of air with a small, sweet gasp. She didn't have time to miss him, didn't have time to regret his sudden break of their kiss - because he was immediately at the crook of her neck, inciting a low, smooth, happy sound from the pit of her chest that she did not plan nor did she control. His face felt incredibly hot against her skin and she was instinctively drawn to it, pleased by it, aroused by it, fluidly tilting her head to expose more of her neck for him. The way he moved, the way he held her so tight against him, was inconsistent with what she had seen of him thus far; there was fervor, abandon, and the idea that such a change had been instilled in his very being because of her was... she didn't know, but it only pushed her more against him, her hands riding down to his ass and pulling him flush against her own hips. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to be touched, and she decided in the split of a moment that she wanted more than just his face against her bare skin. With that her hands slid from his body and she reached to her own back, undoing the clasp of her strapless dress between her shoulder blades. The light fabric gown fell ceremoniously at her feet between them, and she was against him bare, now, the smooth cream of her skin contouring against him harder as she leaned into wherever he paid her physical attention.

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Posted | 07-07-2017, 06:24 PM

It seemed to sing to him, that small happy sound she made, quiet and just loud enough for him to hear over the heartbeat in his ears..well he decided right then he liked that more than even her laughter. He caused that musical note, and it was the most addictive sound he had ever heard. Then she was forcing their hips together, herself tight against him, and the feel of her hips into his own caused a sharp intake of air, almost a hiss at the feel of her against a physical reaction rather new to the demon. A reaction only she had ever given the shadow demon.

It should have been unusual, for his lips to seek hers and his touch to hold a caress that demanded arousal as they roamed every inch of her. To crave such an interaction, when he had always kept himself so distant. Yet, back before everything was taken from him, he had been bound to a life of servitude to humans. Forced to learn all mannerisms meant to please them in every way. From a sharp perfect posture, seductively poetic words, to any act of pleasure. It was branded into his very essence. It was where, unbeknownst to him, his alternate character came from. Why he could easily charm the human females and males alike. And while it was long from his memory, long from another life, it instinctually remained within

But right then it wasn't a game. When he was with her. And it would shock him, maybe later, just how badly he wanted her. But right then, he was locked in a haze where he did not think, and instead just reacted to impulse.

She was moving away in the smallest of fashions, and he instantly felt the absence of her. Instantly raised his eyes to track down why...Just to watch her dress flutter to the ground. There was an involuntary groan deep in his chest at the sight of her, and then he was relieved when she returned quickly, before he had even a chance to start reaching out to bring her back against him.  To pin and form herself into his figure.

He loved his clothing. To him, it was the most important aspect of living in a world of humans. Every article always perfect, fitting but not too tight, casual but not too casual. It was the only way he could provide any form of expression. But in that moment he hated every fiber. Every thread. It was creating a barrier between himself and what he wanted, and he felt an impatience in him he was unfamiliar with.

In the most informal action he had ever made, his fingers nimbly unfastened the first few buttons on his collar before quickly pulling it over his head and tossing his most pristine white shirt onto the ground without a second thought. Finding her again a split moment later and revelling in the feel of her curves and soft skin against his firm torso.

And still he wanted more of her.

Wanted to hear that soft gasp from her lips again, a noise he quickly learned he craved. Wanted to touch and kiss more of her and wanted to bury himself in her as quickly as possible. He captured her for another kiss as his hands gripped under her hips, and with surprising ease and swiftness, lifted her up, hands sliding down her thighs to try to move her legs to wrap around him. Curl around him as his head tilted back so he could continue to taste her. Moving to carry her through the doorway he had noticed, and fall with her to her very own bed.

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Posted | 07-07-2017, 10:03 PM


There was something incredibly attractive about the idea that she had brought this out in him in the same way that she loved how she could make him smile. There was nothing wrong with Kelly either way - not to Kashiro, but she was becoming quite invested in his state of being the more and more she learned that he was capable of feeling and thinking and knowing things separate from her own consciousness - her own sentience. And therefore, her want share the freedom she felt, the abandon she could so easily commit to, was growing by the moments they were together. If there were opportunities to ease him further she would instinctively take them; her reality was quite clearly different than the sort around her and she found that from the moment he had introduced her to cinnamon as a seasoning, she very much liked sharing that reality with him.

Any sound he makes she chases it further with great conviction. The hissing breath in her ear makes her tighten her grip at his ass, her hips intentionally pressing and swiveling between his warm thighs. She was pressing closer, her lips finding his neck as she roughly kissed and passed her tongue over the hot skin. She pressed her face directly against the heartbeat in his carotid artery with a contented exhale, soaking up the heat of his blood and the enticing sensation of his heartbeat against her face, her lips, her tongue.

She doesn't expect the intensity of the sound he makes in response seeing her body, and it only calls her back against him like a command he's given. She wanted him to experience every inch of her if he so wanted, and likewise she was finding more and more by the second that she wanted to bathe in his attention while he did so.
It wasn't long until she was distracted by the sudden loss of his tight hold around her body. Her eyes fell to his neck where he was swiftly undoing the buttons there, and when the finely-made shirt was removed she couldn't help but take a step back so that she could get a better look at him. Deciding in a split second that she would be far happier touching than just looking, a happy little moan exited from her throat as he too proved to share the same thought. He was pulling her back before she even had the chance to move herself. Her soft breasts pressed against the taut muscle of his chest and her hands were very scarcely idle; she wanted desperately to explore him, her hands running down his back and up over his shoulders, down his chest, smoothing down his hips and then impatiently pushing down against the belt of his slacks. Then he was kissing her again and she was kissing him back, her breaths hard and enthusiastic and hungry for him between each kiss. Her actions freeze for a split second when the sensation of being effortlessly lifted up surprises her but rather than refuse or show dislike for such a sudden change being pressed upon her, the serpent was acclimating to him, contouring to his actions, her arms fluidly moving to sling over his shoulders and her hands splayed out on his back for support while her legs swiftly wrapped around him at the slightest suggestion of his hands. She decided that she liked to be held by him, liked to be lifted up by him, and even liked being carried off by him, none of which she could control. She was leaning down to roughly kiss him while he displaced her, and she did not bother to survey her surroundings or attempt to predict where it was he wanted to take her.

They were falling together before long, and despite how that sensation would naturally bring an instinctual distrust of the situation the serpent found that she was far too preoccupied being wrapped up in his everything to dig her nails into him or attempt to look over her shoulder or any other reflexive method an animal might fall back on when feeling compromised. She was incredibly content the moment she felt the familiar softness of her bed shaping to her spine, and the way they fell together with such ease and abandon brings about a reactionary, contented smile on her face. Her head fell back with joyous ease and her hands raked through his hair as her legs eased apart to give the shadow demon just enough space between her thighs. She wanted his scent to run with hers, to mingle on her skin and on her lips and in her throat and in the sheets of her bed, and it's incredibly indicative by how malleable the serpent was in his care.

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This post was last modified: 07-08-2017, 11:11 AM by Alehkar Garieptol Posted | 07-07-2017, 11:57 PM

Trailing and tasting every inch he could of her, wanting to explore and learn every curve. Every place that ignited a response, whether a twitch or a gasp or a soft little hum. Letting the heat of his mouth tease over her taut nipples before his tongue brushed over each one, then continued kissing over her ribs, the line down her stomach, moving lower until his warm breath could tease over her sex. Sweeping over it but not quite touching it, maneuvering just over it as he nipped and kissed at the sensitive skin on either thigh. Pausing briefly, before letting his tongue taste her for the first time. Tasting over her, as his hands ran over her stomach and over her breasts and just everywhere

And then the coolness of the room from when he left her, was abruptly replaced with the heat of his body again. Having already made a quick movement to remove whatever articles he still wore. A chaste kiss against her lips before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and filling all his senses with her. His one hand reached up, his thumb brushing and then pulling down along her lower lip, his breath ragged against the skin of her throat. Kissing up along her jaw until his lips tickled against her ear, allowing his heat and himself to be everywhere at once. He could tease and toy and play forever, savoring how her body moved beneath each of his touches but all he wanted was to be closer. To join with her. He was impatient and he did not care.

He could not give her the control she craved, the ability to call on him whenever she wished. He wanted her to know he was not using her. He would not leave her. He was not like everyone else she had chosen to care for. He thought gifts were how to do that, and maybe it helped, but he had quickly learned it was by being near her. Being present. "Kashiro, I'm only yours. Yours." They were not just beautiful poetic words, they were truth. He hoped she knew that. And while he did not expect her to be just his, he could not see himself allowing anyone else to touch him. To kiss him. To actually know him. And before she could respond, he pressed his hips down and guided himself into her, an almost growl like sound of pleasure escaping against her skin at the feel of her.


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Posted | 07-08-2017, 01:39 AM


She loses track of him in the chaos of his movement; the heat that he brands into her skin sapped her of any possible will she might have to be anywhere else, be doing anything else, wanting anything else. She was writhing underneath him but that was it, her eyes shut contentedly while her body on the other hand was absolutely insatiable. He was constantly moving, constantly exploring her and tasting her and touching her - it lured the serpent into a state of trance, like a high she was all too willing to ride for as long as it was there. All she could clearly recollect was that he was everywhere and her every sense was filled with him and nothing else. She was incredibly verbal with him, the sounds varying from small whimpers to long, certain moans. The way he so lightly regarded her nipples and the soft skin of her stomach forced her to arch her back for him, a wanton purr escaping that had all but wordlessly begged him for more. The moment she felt the heat of his breath and the touch of his face ghost just over her clit she was under some type of sensation she'd never been in; it was some complex form of agony, of severe w a n t and the serpent had never encountered a moment when she did not get what she ruthlessly demanded from everything around her. But rather than do anything about it (what could she do?) she was leaning back with a hearty groan in the pit of her chest. It held no form, merely an exasperated sound that was trying to barter with the shadow demon in one way or another for him to be more thorough with how he regarded her body. She doesn't expect the little nips he places on her inner thighs and this causes a very unceremonious sound to leave her throat; it was a low breath of surprise, a cute little squeak of her voice that certainly belied what the serpent was capable of. All in all she quite liked the surprise that came with not being able to predict him, this being who was aware and conscious and sentient, so her eyes stay shut as she enjoys every touch of his lips, tongue, hands and breath against her skin.

The moment she finally feels his tongue against her wet skin of her sex is when she is particularly enamored, her hips instinctively pressing up against his lips as he tasted her. Every inch of her wanted more and more of his attention and she would be insatiable until she was given just that. She's less impatient when he's suddenly gone now, because more and more she was beginning to trust that each time he left her he would come right back - and he does, this time at her lips again with a chaste, sweet kiss, and then again at the crook of her neck. He was teasing the serpent here and there, rewarding her with the rough abandon of his touch only to toy with her elsewhere the slightest grazing of her skin. The serpent was charmed by him, content to abide and wait to be rewarded. She was writhing underneath him, pressing against any part of him, her hands coming up to rake through his hair and hold his head close as he kissed at her neck, her cheek, her jaw - she wanted it all.

When he finally made the first verbal communication between them in a while, she's immediately attentive. She hang on those words, they echoed in her ears despite how high she felt with his scent all around her and the heat of his body crawling through her, and she absolutely loved them. She very much wanted to possess him, to have and keep him. She only had time to open her mouth to speak but not nearly enough to form the words. She was immediately substituting that attempt with an unbridled sound of pleasure, a long moan whose pitch rose halfway through the more girth that the shadow demon chose to bury into her. It was a very content sound, happy, relieved of some great tension that had been building between her thighs. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his own behind his knees to keep him close, keep them locked together. One hand kept at the back of his head while the other was reaching for his shoulder, idly rubbing at his back while her body demanded more from him without words - none were needed; just a small, fluid rock of her own hips up against him to entice him further.

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Every single vocal reaction she gave, from the little whimpers to the outright moans, sent spikes of arousal shooting through him until he was so hard it was driving him crazy with need. Everything about her, the writhing beneath him, trying to push into ever exploring and touch drove out every single thought from his mind until there was only her. When he teased her with his breath between her legs, hovering over her clit he could feel everything tighten within her in pure want, desire and aggravation. In that moment, his lips had curled into that small smile that she would not be able to see before finally tasting her sweet and salty sex. As he tasted her and she pushed her sex into his face, he twisted out of his last remaining clothing, discarding them on the floor carelessly. While the shadow demon could have driven her crazy for hours, twisting and twitching beneath his tongue and hands..He quickly learned nothing compared to the way her words were captured right out of her throat as he slowly entered her. His face instantly burrowing into the crook of her neck, the place he had deemed his absolute favorite, and a deep growl vibrated against her skin. Her hips rocking into him until he finally filled her completely.

It was like he was completely high on her touch, on her movements, and it was blinding him to anything but her. Why had he not done this before? It was not as though he did not have many opportunities, even with demon like Eris, but..It was different. He had never wanted anyone else. Never craved before like this, never needed before like this, never felt so overwhelmed with the want to bury himself until two became one. No one else was important. No one else had much identity except when useful. They were playthings. They would always be playthings. But Kashiro..She was just..Different. There was something different. He understood this, he just never quite understood what.

Alehkar pushed himself into rather abruptly her, his arms wrapping around her to secure her to his body, pulling her tight against him before pulling her even more. With how tightly he wound them together, fitting as two puzzle pieces, it was easy to fluidly spin with her until the soft comfort of her bed shaped to his back, their hip remaining attached as his darkening eyes looked up to her face. The change of position pushing him even deeper into her with a sharp intake of breath. He wanted to see every reaction on her face, feel every shiver and quiver against him. The pleasure was apparent in his deep and uneven breath, but to him it was more about her. Always about her. The gifts were to make her feel special. The touches were to make her feel content. The poetic words were so she knew the truth. For the very first time, Alehk really did not care about himself. It was terrifying and overwhelming and just the way it was. He was not sure why. And he really did not care.


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Never had she been treated so.. generously, attentively, appropriately. The serpent took because she wanted it and did not get it, but with the shadow demon she was finding out by the second that she perhaps did not even need to get up, to move from underneath him, to get exactly what her body wanted. She communicated her wants to him with sounds and he responded with exactly what she wanted and more to keep her from wanting further. Was it because he was the first who happened to know what it was she wanted, or because he was the first willing to actually give it to her? She didn't know and didn't have the focus to ask such things, all she knew was that he was very good at it and the serpent did not want for anything. Wasn't that stability all that an opportunistic hunter was searching for in life?

Her breath was shaky and strong, the huffs of air bursting from her chest with each meet of their hips. She was reaching for him, touching him as thorough as she could, her hands running over his taut body while she sought to tempt his hips into rhythm with her own. And then they were suddenly twisting, shifted by momentum caught between both locked bodies. She was on top of him before she knew it and had acclimated very quickly to the change of their position. She was rearing back on him, her hands pulling to his chest to prop her up because she wanted to see his face as much as he wanted to see hers. And then there was that smile of hers through her disheveled hair, long and boasting her straight, white teeth. It was simple, it was enthusiastic, and most of all it wasn't the sort of expression one might expect to see in a moment like this. There was no innuendo, no suggestiveness - it was the same sort when she'd smiled at him before, just absolutely happy.
Pleased
with him.

She wanted to ride him. It's indicative by how she chooses to taunt him with a fluid gyrating of her hips, a rough buck here and there against him that drove him in even deeper and caused her to reflexively moan for him. She was looking down at him, trying to read anything she could and commit to memory the way he looked, the way he sounded, the way he moved, all so that she would know exactly what to do in order to push him over the edge. She straddled his body between her thighs and subconsciously bit her lip as her body shuddered with the unforgettable sensation of him inside her, the heat of him feeling as though it were leagues hotter than the sun and even that was enough to pleasure her, make her yell his name. Through the maelstrom of feelings and sensations and the incredible hybrid scent that was created between their own, the only intelligible words she could form was a rushed but deliberate "...Fuck me.." and then it ended but she was certainly not quiet. She communicated with every slight movement, every time she gripped at his chest, every time her head lifted back, every time her eyes shut, every time she she huffed or moaned or bit her lip to suppress louder sounds.

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While she vocalized her pleasure, he was the opposite with small shifts physically. A skipped breath, a tightening of his grip wherever his hands were in that moment, a clenching of his jaw. Subtle motions that emphasized the sparking pleasure whenever she moved her hips just right, or sang a chord that struck through to him. Every sensation was rand new to his remembered self, and when she pushed away from him, rolled her self onto him or bucking and forcing himself deeper, it took him by surprise. He understood why humans became addicted to one another, something he had never gathered previously. There was something absolutely stunning about watching her straddle him between her thighs, moving herself against him in her own personal rhythm, with her hair casting down and almost - but not quite- hiding that smile on her face.

His eyes never left her face as the sensations were building..building.. Until he thought he could not stand the pressure, pleasure, pace anymore. The sight of her head tilting back and her eyes slipping shut, the way she bit her lip to try to quieten it even though he wanted her to scream and sing louder. Her abrupt 'fuck me' and how she instinctively tightened around his length, overwhelmed him and he pulled himself up, shoving his face into her hair and her neck and surrounding himself with all of her. His hands moved and gripped her hips, pulling them down as hard onto him as he could, pushing himself as deep into her as he could. Trying to gain that last bit of her just as his warmth released into her, every muscle in his body tightening in and against her.

And then reality crashed into him, and the crescendo of a high left him with jagged breath, his chest raising quickly and shallowly, trying to settle his breathing against the skin of her neck, into her hair. The ever clean demon, was slick with sweat and even as relaxation hit his muscles, he refused to move away from their entanglement. Never had he experienced such an abandon of control, of rational process. He was not sure where it had come from, but it crashed into him with a fervor he could not have denied. She had broken him. No.. She had broken through to him, reaching a part he was not aware existed. The want to be touched, to touch, to give. Whatever it was, he was pleased. Pleased with every aspect of her.

Kashiro Henche was a surprise to him, and yet a comfort. She was the only individual who was similar, seeming to think parallel to his own process. She caused him to smile. For that, there wasn't a thing he would not do for her. Whether it was providing her cinnamon for her pastries, get her babies to hunt within a dark room, or remove anyone that dared make her upset in the slightest. Dared make her off. He cared nothing for everything and everyone else in The City and he would burn it to the ground in the most epic of games, if it meant she would smile at him for even a moment. Yeah, she pretty much caught him and he would do his best to ensure she remained content. And on that thought, his lip curled against her skin into that soft and small smile, pressing a small kiss, before he spoke in a rough and slightly raspy voice, but still free of any emotional inflection: "Are you hungry?"


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She could feel him tensing between her thighs, underneath her palms, the slightest movements constricting his muscles with each writhe and buck and push of her hips while she straddled him. They were constantly communicating with their bodies in such ways when words were choked back by strained breaths. She was incredibly content with the effort she had to put in for such a good thing, and as she involuntarily tightened around him it was apparent just how desperately close she was to climax. Every pump into her slick inside pushed her closer and closer.. until he was suddenly moving them again, the shift of his weight coming up without her expecting it. He was all around her again, pressing against her as she fell against him and conformed to his new position, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as his hands tightly found her hips. Rather than find herself in reflexive concern like a wild animal was wont to do she found herself quickly acclimating to him as though it had all been planned from the start. She was pressing her head to his, her face affectionately meeting whatever she could of him, her sense of simple touch bringing her to interact with him with something as innately-animal as an adoring press of the bridge of her nose against his bare skin. Her arms found his shoulders and wrapped around them for upper balance while he secured her lower body with the rough hold of her hips and, before she knew it, her body was shuddering and she slipped into that entranced state just seconds before she came. She was pulling herself to him, her head falling hard against his shoulder and she froze that way, her entire body locking as he buried himself as deep and as close to her as he could possibly get. She was flooded with so many things, pleasure among the strongest of them and all she could do was let out a loud, very fulfilled sound in his ear. It was melodic, singing in his ear with such unrehearsed abandon just as he emptied into her what felt delightfully-molten, wonderfully hot.

She found that she was.. sated by him, and not just for this. She was incredibly pleased with him, wanted him terribly and then recalled the words he'd told her a while ago and was then incredibly happy. She had him. He was hers, wanted to be hers, wanted to be close to her and would come to see her even if she could not reach out to him through her own devices. It had been worrying to instinct and every fiber of her being that she had no way of reaching out to him but after that, after this, she was becoming content with the idea that what he had said about wanting to be with her and not wanting to leave as the people did was true; she believed it because of the mere way he had handled her, held onto her, forced their hips together and buried his head into her hair and the crook of her neck - well. She had never known anything like that. And of course, that being said, she could find it reasonable to believe that his difference with the way he treated her on the outside surely meant he did not have the same inside agenda as others who did not ever treat her quite like this. It was deductive reasoning, of course, but aside from that she found herself generally really wanting it to be true. That Kelly was hers.

She was just there, existing with him in an immense quiet only disturbed by their hard, worked up breaths and a spontaneously-inserted breathy little chuckle of the serpent's breath that conveyed just how exhausted and pleased she was. She was content to be here with him, to lay there until the sun had set and there was nothing but darkness surrounding them to accompany the quiet - but she felt his smile against her sensitive heat-touched skin and reflexively smiled back with a fluid close of her eyes. When he breaks their verbal silence she's only endeared even more to him - how thoughtful, as always! "Very much." Her voice was low but there, the notes just completely utterly pleased. There was very little exhaustion in her voice compared to the sound of a tone lowed with satiation, of a great pleasure having just run through her veins and stripping her of any want or drive to do anything while that high lasted. ...And then, in a manner that she had never in her life done, she turned her head ever so slightly against where he was nestled at her neck and intimated a learning ability to grasp sentience outside herself: "Are you?" with her smile still apparent, and such a moment was to be commemorated indeed.

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There had never been a thought that he would ever enjoy someone so much. Enjoy. Because he did. He thinks. Her light chuckle of pleasing happiness stirred a content in him he had not known before. He understood humans, in that instance. Maybe they got one thing right. To a degree. To him, though, it was not an equality, it was mere ownership. It was what he knew in the past, and what came naturally to him in that moment. She owned him. It was why he used the phrasing he did. He would come to her when she asked, and do what she asked as long as it would make her happy. Of course, he would not let his own freedom be compromised, but in every other sense of the word she owned him

When she agreed she was hungry, he let his teeth nip very softly against the skin on her neck in response, pressing a kiss to soothe against any slight pain he might have caused her ( Although he highly doubted it). He was still not sure how suddenly they had ended up naked in her bed, it was pretty much a blur of movement. One moment she was looking at him, as if he was saying something quite dubious, that she did not quite understand, the next they were intertwined. Letting his grip on her hips loosen, he let his arms wrap around her lower waist to hold her where she was, every muscle in his body relaxing into her.

He pulled his face away from the crook of her neck as she made way to look at him, blinking at the question she asked him. Was he hungry? For the first time he had actually spent his own emotions, if that was even technically what it was although he doubted it, and he was ravished. But..He really did not want to move. Not right then. "Yes." Was his simple response, lowering his face into the crook of her neck again and actually nuzzling into her, showing he had no inkling to actually move from that exact spot. Holding her tight against him and able to feel every curve of her frame and the softness of her breasts as they pushed against him with each breath. No. He was quite content and did not want to move, but if she made way to remove herself off of him his hold would loosen instantly. Knowing she would not want to be forced to stay anywhere.

"I do not physically eat, Miss Kashiro. But human emotions, and we are lacking on that. Do not worry on me though, as long as you eat. " It was why he played the games, well that and it was…entertaining. But the horror, confusion, maiming, or downright fear was built up so much that he was always content and never hungry. It was a great way to hunt. And while she hunted for physical prey she could put cinnamon on, he hunted for the emotional high he could create in all humans he ran into. Because he did not enjoy large groups, it was a little time consuming to just wander aimlessly…The games helped. And he had never felt as full as he did when he played them with her. His seductive serpent had a special and endearing way of instilling terror in her prey that was just magnificent and beautiful.


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