Her hair between his fingers felt like the purest of silk, cold from the winds and wet from the rain. She smiled up at him, thanked him. His smile was held in his eyes, but she could see it, and that was all that mattered.
Oh, how he longed to have lips again. She'd kissed him plenty of times, on his palms, on his cheeks, on his forehead, ( He couldn't pick a favorite spot. ) and every time it felt better than the last. No matter how gentle or how rough, every one felt whimsical and warm.
He let one hand linger at her cheek, dulled claw gently stroking the skin there. His eyes fell shut and he let himself drift forward, their foreheads meeting in such a simple, loving gesture. It was all he could offer without fear of hurting her. Such teeth were not meant for kisses, his rough exterior was unkind to all.
He would not dare compare her to a delicate lily, nor a fragrant rose, as she could take the punishment that came with loving him. And yet, he was still cautious. Claws kept dull on purpose, breath held in his chest. ( Frightened. )
And as it was, she was always the first to act. His palm was brought to her lips, a kiss placed within the center. His eyes fluttered open again and he settled back, spine straightening as her tongue traced along his fingers. What beauty it was to watch her like this, her eyes closing as her lips closed around one curved talon. He did not dare tremble, for even a dull claw was still his weapon of choice.
Her free hand found its way to his jaw, tracing along the ashen flesh beneath the edge of his mask. Her nails dragged across his neck, drawing a shiver from his form. She let that claw fall from her lips, and she chuckled. She knew exactly how damned eager he was, even though he tried to hide it, simply for fear of turning her away. The Yokai was a needy creature, normally unabashed in his desires. But with her, he feared his passion was perhaps too much. ( Oh, how wrong he was. )
Her body was pressed against his, her lips finding his neck. His back arched slightly in response, arms curling around her waist. Ivory fangs parted slightly in a breathless plead, " Riven… "
" Mmm… " She purred, sucking hard on his flesh, hands wandering down his front. Fearless and determined, she snatched up those clawed hands to place them on her breasts, settling back with a smirk. Her vestments were easily removed, slid off of her shoulders and discarded.
Given more then just a hint, he took her silent instructions and began kneading the flesh, thumbing over her nipples roughly. She bit her lip in response, back arching to push her breasts upwards a bit more. " Use your tongue. "
His eyes gave her a curious glance, but otherwise he did not hesitate. Ears folded back as he leaned in, his blackened tongue running along her skin. His internal temperatures were feverish, a stark contrast to her cold exterior. She shivered at the contact, a hand lacing between his scarlet locks.
Her body relaxed back against the bed, pulling him atop her. He followed suit without the slightest bit of resistance, dragging his tongue down her torso and stomach. He was prepared to return to his position, but her hands led him lower.
Emerald eyes glanced up at the Exile before proceeding, tongue snaking down to grace her lower lips. Her hips bucked forward slightly, fingers pressing to his scalp to encourage him further. Again his eyes fell shut, his warm tongue slipping inside with ease. His motions inside of her made her squirm, her grip forcing the snout of his mask to press against her skin. He trusted her to be careful enough not to harm herself on the rough edges of his mask, and so he proceeded with his teasing.
But simply having his tongue inside of her was not enough. The surface of his mask was not rough like stone or wood, but had the texture of hardened flesh. Though strange, it didn't feel unsavory, and so she pressed herself against it. Hips rolled back and forth, grinding her clit against the firm surface as his tongue curled within her. A fierce moan left her lips as she found such bliss in that motion, repeating it over and over until she found release, the grip on his hair loosening as her back arched.
His tongue slithered back into its ivory maw, bright eyes uncovered. He nuzzled her thigh gently as he sat up to gaze upon her form proudly, watching her chest rise and fall with heavy breaths.
As soon as she found lucidity, she beckoned him to lay with her. The demon laid on his side, letting her rest against his chest. Her hands found locks of hair to amuse herself with, twisting and twirling it between her fingers idly. A kiss was placed upon his chin, and she thanked him. He returned the gesture with a loving nuzzle, his chest resonating with a satisfied purr.
And she'd laugh at that, because that was just odd. Humans didn't do that, and she knew he was no human. And yet, he was so very sane, and she felt so very safe.
" Sleep well, my love. "