WARNING: This Chapter contains a lemon and blood kink. Read at your own discretion! (And don't be a dick and report me. I'll sick Krul on you.)
Ferid sat in his office chair, one leg crossed over the other. Before him on his desk sat a laptop, with the stone-faced Lest Karr on the screen. The two were deep in conversation, discussing the events that had recently transpired. Ferid had come across quite the scene in the tunnels leaving Sanguinem. Angel wings erupting from a human girls back is a bit astonishing.
Though Ferid had no intention of telling Lest Karr about the angel amongst them, the two were at odds over the said creature. Karr wanted her killed. Understandably, the girl could be a nuisance. She was unpredictable and brash, with a knack for infuriating powerful people. What was even worse, she had a habit of wrapping other powerful people around her finger. First, Krul had grown fond of the girl. Then, the female progenitors Chess and Horn, and finally, his own ally, Crowley.
Crowley's affections for her were a problem. In order for Ferid's plans to work, he needed Crowley's help. Unfortunately, his sired was quite enamored. At least now, Ferid understood why. It was true, the girl was interesting. Odd, even. She was also pretty and talented. For a human, she might be considered a rare find. For vampires as old as them, well, they'd met plenty of pretty and interesting girls. They were fun to play with for a while, but not really important in the grand scheme of things.
An angel changed things. Angels were dangerous. Angels could easily overpower Progenitors such as himself, and Krul had one insanely loyal to her. It brought a frown to Ferid's normally serene face. The worst part wasn't that she was loyal to Krul. The worst part was Crowley's loyalty to her. It made things complicated. Ferid couldn't get rid of Emiko, because of how it would affect Crowley. Furthermore, they couldn't convince Emiko to side with them, because of her loyalty to Krul.
It was quite the predicament.
It also made things more fun.
"Killing her would be unwise." Ferid mused, looking up to Lest Karr. The third progenitor was frowning, though looked more bored than unhappy. "No matter how we orchestrated her death, Crowley would suspect me. He would become most unagreeable." Ferid explained. Lest raised an eyebrow, a smug smile crossing his face.
"You have a plan?" It was more of a statement than a question. Ferid smirked.
"Leave everything to me."
…
Emiko rushed Mirai, blocking her attack and whipping the bo across her face. Mirai's head snapped to the side with the attack, but she did not stumble like Emiko had hoped. Emiko moved to follow up with a kick, which Mirai blocked. Mirai responded with a few kicks of her own, knocking the bo staff out of her hands.
On the fight went, the two focused on defeating the other. Crowley watched the fight closely, arms crossed as he studied them. It had only been five days since Emiko had been separated from Mirai, but she had healed remarkably quick. They had returned to training yesterday, and discovered that Mirai made a great sparring partner. It made it easier for Crowley to correct all of Emiko's mistakes.
Emiko did manage to pick her bo back up, but it didn't last long, with Mirai throwing a fierce kick to Emiko's chin. The blonde hit the ground, the bo flying across the room. Mirai smirked smugly as Emiko groaned, clutching at her chin painfully. Crowley approached Emiko, taking her hand and helping her stand. The two met each other's gaze. Crowley gripping her chin lightly, turning her head to the side to inspect the wound. She would have a nasty bruise, but nothing else.
"What did you do wrong?" He asked her calmly, taking a step back. She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. Crowley tried to ignore the desire to bite that lip.
"Too much time for her to recover, hesitance in my movements." She answered regardless of her pouting. Crowley nodded his approval, motioning to Mirai.
"Those are the kind of mistakes that get you killed." He warned her. Emiko rolled her eyes playfully, and moved to pick up her fallen bo. She returned to the mat, taking the proper stance. Mirai smiled wickedly, and the two began to fight again. They continued on like that for another half hour, Crowley watching them closely. Soon, Chess entered the room, a sort of panicked look on her face. She approached Crowley, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him down to speak into his ear.
Emiko and Mirai stopped their fight abruptly, at the sight of Crowley's frown. Emiko glanced between him and Chess, her brow furrowing. What was wrong with them? Emiko's eyes widened. They hadn't figured out about her latest prank, had they? They weren't supposed to know about that yet!
Emiko was ready to bolt, when they turned to face her. "Emi…" Chess trailed off nervously. She glanced up at Crowley, and then flicked her eyes back down to Emiko. "Do you remember that Noble woman you tried to punch?" She asked, and then licked her lips. Emiko looked between the two of them in confusion.
"At the party when I was drunk? Yeah, why?" She asked curiously. The point was completely lost on Emiko, though Mirai had started to smirk in realization. Her dark red eyes watched Emi closely. She couldn't wait to see the look on her face. Mirai could tell her days were about to get way more interesting.
"She's staying here with us for a few days." The look on Emiko's face made Mirai chuckle quietly. The blonde's jaw had dropped, her mouth hanging open and catching flies. Her eyes were wide with shock, flicking between Chess and Crowley, silently begging them to tell her it wasn't true.
Mirai moved towards Emi, placing her hand underneath her chin and snapping her jaw up so her mouth was closed. Slowly, Emiko turned her head to stare at her demonic companion. "They're pranking me, right?" She whispered to her, as if they weren't vampires and couldn't hear her. Mirai rolled her eyes, but she was enjoying this far too much to be annoyed. Emiko turned back to look at the others. "This is a prank, right?" She asked, the fear finally leaking into her voice. When Crowley didn't smile and tell her it was a joke, her lip quivered. "Am I being punished?"
Despite what everyone said, Emiko knew she was being punished. Whether it was by Krul or Crowley or God, she didn't know. The Ninth Progenitor Svetlana Alter from Germany, would be here any minute. Emiko stood waiting with Crowley, Chess, Horn, and the other Progenitors in the city of Nagoya for her arrival. Even Ferid was here, though he surprisingly hadn't made it his goal to bug her today. Perhaps he knew she was already miserable enough?
No, he wasn't that nice. No one was ever miserable enough for him, especially if he wasn't the one to cause it.
Emiko tugged down the hem of her dress nervously. Her hands were sweating, and she couldn't keep still. It wasn't that Emiko was afraid; she was humiliated. This was the vampire Emiko had tried to punch at the progenitors party. Tried, as in she dodged, and Emiko ended up falling on her face. It was one of her lowest moments.
Crowley glanced down at Emiko, both amused and begrudgingly concerned. Svetlana could be vicious, and not in the violent sense. The woman had once made Chess cry. Emiko was tough, but there were occasions when he'd seen people pierce through her ego and genuinely cause her distress. If anyone could cut Emiko down and make her cry, it would be Svetlana. And then, he'd be forced to kill a ninth progenitor. It was not the most ideal of situations.
Svetlana's car soon arrived, and the tall Progenitor woman stepped out. She wore her jet black curls up atop her head in a stylish up-do. She had mostly light makeup, except for a shocking scarlet lip. She wore a form-fitting pink dress and black pumps. She regarded those who came to greet her with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.
The second her eyes landed on Emiko, she scowled. Emiko gulped, and took an involuntary step back. She was scary. She could probably stab Emiko with those heels. Svetlana disregarded all of the progenitors who greeted her, marching straight towards Emiko. Emiko looked up at Crowley with wide, doe-like eyes, silently begging him to save her. Crowley gave her a half shrug, his look reminding Emiko that this was, technically, her fault. Even if she was drunk.
Svetlana stopped directly in front of Emiko. She stood towering over the short blonde by at least six inches. Svetlana narrowed her eyes to slits, leaning down to hover over Emiko. It was silent for several long seconds before she spoke. "Short." She said coolly, looking Emiko up and down. An arrow was struck right through Emiko's self-esteem. Svetlana tisked. "Terrible posture." Another arrow. Svetlana leaned in closer towards Emiko's face. "Is that a pimple?" Arrow through the heart. Emiko slapped her hand up to her face, covering the blemish she had worked so hard to hide. A small smirk curled up Svetlana's lips. "Average, at best." The progenitor woman scoffed and turned her nose up at Emiko.
Chess and Horn edged a little closer to Emiko, fearful of Emiko's destructive temper. However, Emiko didn't move to attack the progenitor. Instead, she stood there, covering her face, looking like someone had just run over her pet dog. Svetlana, on the other hand, turned to Crowley. She changed her spiteful smirk into a seductive smile, draping her arms over his shoulders.
"Lord Crowley, it is wonderful to see you again." Her voice was smooth and flirtatious. She eyed Crowley like a starved lion, and if Emiko had been paying attention, she would've lunged at the noble woman with a battle cry and a thirst for blood. Crowley, ever pleasant, gave Svetlana a playful grin. Despite his concern, Crowley couldn't pretend there wasn't a pro to Svetlana being here; she could make Emiko jealous.
"Charming as always, Lana." At his words, Emiko's head snapped up. She took in the sight of Svetlana pressed against Crowley, and the closeness of their faces. Emiko's eyes narrowed to slits, her lips pressed into a thin line. Chess grabbed hold of Emiko's arm, noticing the dangerous expression on Emiko's face.
"Let's go pop that pimple, Emi." Chess' words reminded Emiko of her humiliation, giving Horn and Chess the perfect chance to whisk her away. They practically carried Emiko into the Capitol building, not stopping until they'd reached Horn's room. The second they let go of Emiko's arms, she dropped to the ground, clutching at her face in complete and utter horror.
"I worked so hard to cover it up." She muttered to herself miserably. Chess and Horn glanced at each other, and then at Emiko.
"She's a vampire. She probably saw it from a mile away." Chess said bluntly, earning a glare from Horn. Emiko made a squealing sound, her cheeks heating up. She lunged towards Chess' bed, hiding her face under her pillow. She was mortified. If Svetlana could see it, that meant Crowley could too. The horrific realization that he'd probably seen every pimple she's ever had while she's lived with them settled in, and it felt like someone had dropped a bowling ball into the pit of her stomach.
She could never show her face again. She would have to wear a mask the rest of her life, to hide her shame. She could never wear flat shoes again, either. Even when sleeping, she would have to wear heels or forever be known as the short human girl. Did Crowley think she was too short? He was fairly tall, and Emiko did have to stand on her tippy toes to reach his face. Even then, he was still leaning down. Oh god, she was too short! And her posture! She was going to have to fix that! She couldn't walk around perfect vampires with slumped shoulders! How had she never noticed before?
Emiko groaned miserably. With only a few sentences, Svetlana had managed to break through Emi's self-confidence, and make her a puddle of self-consciousness and teenage frailty. She was doomed. She definitely could not survive an entire week with that woman. Horn and Chess shared another look.
"Don't listen to Svetlana." Horn said comfortingly, taking a seat beside Emiko on the bed. She placed a gentle hand on Emiko's back. "She's known for being spiteful. You're beautiful, Emiko." Horn promised. Emiko sat up, staring at Horn.
"No, I'm 'average'." Emiko responded bitterly, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Actually, you're quite pretty." Chess piped in, smiling cheerfully. "Though, you are human, so you do have a fair share of flaws. I mean, vampires can't get pimples, and we have perfect posture. Oh, and we don't sweat either, so we don't have to take like a million showers a day-" Chess cut off at Horn's glare.
"Chess," She scolded warningly. Chess shrank back at Horn's warning, smiling sheepishly. Emiko, on the other hand, looked even more miserable. Horn turned back to Emiko, patting her shoulder. "You have something Svetlana doesn't." Horn hinted at. Emiko perked up, looking at Horn curiously.
"What?" She asked, head cocked to the side. Horn smiled smugly.
"Lord Crowley's affection."
…
Emiko so did not have Crowley's affection. It was three days into Svetlana's stay, and Emiko had nearly chewed down all of her fingernails. Emiko caught the two progenitors together constantly, usually with Svetlana a little too close to Crowley for Emiko's liking. Like, a continent too close. Crowley, on the other hand, seemed very receptive to Svetlana's advances. Or, well, he wasn't rejecting them.
She'd hear them laughing down the hall. Svetlana would say something flirtatious, Crowley would call her 'Lana', like they were close. Emiko punched a hole in the wall the other day, and her hand was now bandaged. Her only regret was that the wall wasn't Svetlana's face.
When Svetlana wasn't taking up all of Crowley's time, she was actively seeking out fun new ways to demean and embarrass Emiko. The progenitor woman walked in on Emiko training, and called her 'sluggish' and 'predictable'. She caught Emiko sewing and called her work 'dull' and 'ugly'. She also took every chance to make fun of Emiko's appearance. When it wasn't pointing out flaws on Emiko's face, she made fun of her body.
Emiko had once been very proud of her figure. She had larger-than-average sized breasts, a small waist, and long legs. However, Svetlana said Emiko looked 'bizarre' with her 'strange proportions'. Emiko finally snapped back that Svetlana was just jealous because, as Emiko put it, 'all that supernatural power still couldn't give you big boobs'. Svetlana had retaliated by pouring motor oil on Emiko's head. Three showers, and Emiko still smelled like a garage.
Currently, Emiko was sulking in her room, hiding underneath the blankets on her bed. Mirai sat at the vanity, book in hand. Mirai found the entire situation funny, even laughing when Emiko returned with oil in her hair. Emiko had more than once begged Mirai to kill the progenitor. Mirai retorted that killing people was wrong. When Emiko reminded Mirai she was an evil demon, Mirai responded that demons don't kill people who amuse them.
"I hate her!" Emiko whined, her voice muffled by the blankets. Mirai sighed in annoyance, snapping her book shut and setting it on the vanity. The young Demon stood, approaching the bed and throwing the covers onto the floor. Emiko squeaked, huddling into a ball. She glared up at the red-eyed girl. Mirai crawled onto the bed, taking a seat beside Emiko.
"Do you want to defeat her?" Mirai asked calmly. Emiko sat up, nodding her head vigorously. She wanted to defeat Svetlana more than anything. More than she wanted to pull pranks, even more than she wanted to tackle Krul in a leaping hug. Mirai leaned in closer to speak to Emiko. "If you want to defeat her, you're going to have to hit her in her weak spot." Mirai explained, voice low. Emiko gave a look of confusion.
"What is her weak spot?" Emi asked slowly. Mirai rolled her eyes, shaking her head in exasperation. How did Emiko survive this long?
"Emiko," Mirai said seriously, grabbing Emiko's hands. Emiko gave all of her attention to Mirai, staring at her patiently. "Crowley doesn't want her. Crowley wants you. Crowley wants you really bad." Emiko's cheeks turned bright red at Mirai's implication. Mirai sighed loudly, rubbing her temples in annoyance. "For one so observant, you're incredibly dense." Emiko pouted, smacking Mirai's shoulder.
"Hey! My confidence is low enough as it is with that tick bitch making her demeaning comments!" She objected loudly. Mirai's lip quirked up into a smug smirk. Mirai stood, moving from the bed to Emiko's wardrobe. Mirai and Emiko had shared clothes since they'd been separated, though Emiko's clothes didn't fit her new body quite well. Emiko kept promising to make Mirai new clothes, but she'd been putting it off. Mirai opened the wardrobe, shuffling through the hangers until her eyes landed on one dress in particular.
"Wear this, and he'll be putty in your hands." The way Mirai said it made Emiko feel uncomfortable. It was less encouraging, and more menacing, like Mirai assumed Crowley would do Emiko's bidding as long as she wore slutty clothing. Which, admittedly, could come in handy, but she didn't think it would work. Plus, Emiko had once told Crowley she wasn't an object to be controlled. It would be kind of hypocritical if she tried to treat him the same. He'd probably make her run forty laps again if she tried anyway. She visibly winced at the thought.
"No, I'm not going to use Crowley to defeat Svetlana." Emiko responded adamantly. Mirai frowned.
"Why not? He'd enjoy it." Emiko turned away from Mirai, huffing as she left the room. Mirai smirked to herself, laughing quietly.
Emiko stormed down the halls, fuming after her conversation with Mirai. Emiko liked having Mirai around, but that didn't mean she wasn't still annoying. The demon took pleasure from her misery, she understood that. It was just irritating when she used Emiko's weaknesses against her.
Emiko turned a corner, stopping outside of Crowley's office. She walked in without hesitation, but came to an abrupt stop. Right before her eyes, the tick bitch had her lips against Crowley's throat. Both sets of eyes turned when Emiko entered. Crowley looked indifferent, though Emiko knew him well enough to know he was interested in what would happen next. Svetlana on the other hand, looked smug, pulling away from Crowley to grin at Emiko viciously.
Crowley could see the irritation in Emiko's eyes, but she had yet to make a move. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her mouth ajar. Then, before his eyes, she walked calmly across the room and stopped at his desk. She sent Svetlana a blank look, and then grabbed the letter opener on his desk. None of them got a chance to say a word before Emiko had raised the knife to her arm, and made a shallow cut.
It was silent. Both Nobles watched with bated breath as the blood welled from the cut, and began to leak down her arm. Crowley clenched the edge of his desk, the wood bending beneath his strength. Svetlana gulped, calming her bloodlust. When she had regained control, she gave Emiko a disdainful look.
"You think you can have power over us with your blood?" The noble woman sneered. "Krul Tepes has been treating you like you're special for too long! Understand now, livestock, you're nothing! Your existence is as meaningless on this planet as every other humans!" Silence once again enveloped the room, Svetlana and Emiko keeping each other's gaze. Svetlana glared at the short blonde, whereas Emiko's look was completely apathetic.
Crowley stared between the two of them. Svetlana's words were harsh, but Emiko could fight her own battles. Unless Svetlana made Emiko cry. Yeah, he'd have to kill the ninth progenitor then. No one was allowed to make Emiko cry. Still, Emiko's emotionless expression was slightly concerning. What was going on in that little blonde head of hers? Nothing good, obviously. The question was, how bad was this going to end?
Suddenly, Emiko looked conflicted. She pursed her lips, and then frowned, and then smiled. She clenched and unclenched her fists, and it became apparent to both progenitors that Emiko was weighing her chances of winning a fight against the noble woman. Finally, Emiko pouted, turned on her heel, and stormed out of the room. Crowley was almost proud of her self-control, until he remembered this was Emiko he was thinking about; there was no self-control. There was only temper tantrums, pranks, and sabotage. Emiko had forgone the temper tantrum, which meant either a prank or sabotage would take place sometime in the next few days.
Crowley chuckled to himself, capturing Svetlana's attention. She immediately put on a charming smile, running her hand up along his arm. "What's so funny?" She asked. Crowley glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his smirk growing.
"You'll find out soon enough."
…
This was a bad idea. Emiko knew this was a bad idea, yet somehow, Mirai had managed to talk her into it. Emiko looked herself up and down in the mirror in her room. The dress she wore looked good on her, obviously-she thought haughtily, but it was a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't used to wearing such revealing and tight garments. The dress was incredibly short, falling to barely mid-thigh when Emiko pulled down. The dress was strapless and skin tight. At the bottom there was a short ruffle skirt, branching out from the form fitting of the dress.
"He'll like the color." Mirai said boredly. She was right; the dress was a dark, blood red color. Obviously, he was partial to the shade. Mirai turned the page of her magazine, not even bothering to look up at Emiko. The demon had recently found an interest in fashion and gossip magazines. Something about 'Kardashians'-whatever that was-, and backstabbing.
"I don't know about this," Emiko muttered, playing with the loose curl framing her face. She had pinned up the majority of her hair into a loose bun, only allowing a few curls to frame each side of her face. She'd left her neck bare-pale and inviting. She was going to hell. After he killed her.
"Kim K does the same thing all the time. Trust me, it's always gotten her what she wanted." Emiko had no idea who Kim K was, but she was certain she should be afraid of her. Mirai sat up from the bed, setting her magazine down and looking over Emiko. After thirty seconds of scrutinizing her, she nodded in satisfaction. "Satisfactory. Now, destroy that bitch's confidence in one fell swoop and send her packing so I can leave this awful pink room." Mirai wrinkled her nose to prove her point.
"You only helped me so I would make her leave, and you could get out." Emiko accused. Mirai smirked, showing off her pearly white teeth. She looked like the mix between the cheshire cat and a shark. It was not a pretty combination. Emiko shook her head with a scowl. No matter her reasons, Emiko couldn't back out now. Her pride was far too damaged; she needed to make Svetlana cry so she could regain her confidence.
Girls, whatever species, were mean.
Emiko let out a stuttering sigh. She could do this. She was hot, sexy, even. She could be seductive. The dress was already doing half the work. She just needed to give lusty smiles and say sensual words right? Emiko looked at herself in the mirror, and attempted a flirty grin. It felt awkward and uncomfortable holding the expression, and it made her look deformed. She frowned. Okay, she couldn't do that.
"Emiko, it's time for the din-" Chess trudged into the room, coming to an abrupt stop at her door. Her wide red orbs looked Emiko over in surprise, before a mischievous grin formed. The short progenitor gave a girlish giggle, clapping her hands excitedly. "Finally! Okay, stay here, I'll go get Horn." Chess chirped, turning on her heel to leave. Emiko didn't get a word out edgewise before the door was closed. Emiko looked to Mirai for help.
"Sex tips." Mirai stated bluntly, eyes scanning the page of her magazine. Emiko's face blazed red, and she slapped her hands over her cheeks. She gave a squeal of embarrassment, and bolted out of the room. There was absolutely no way she could go through with her plan if Horn and Chess made her sit through a sex-ed class.
Emiko moved as quickly as she could down the hall, though that wasn't saying much; she was wearing four inch heels. Before she reached the dining hall, Emiko stopped outside. She grabbed hold of the wall for support, trying to calm her breathing. 'I can do this, I can do this…' she chanted those words like a mantra in her head.
Shaking her head slowly, she stood up straight. 'I'm an angel, dammit', she yelled internally. 'Shouldn't I be able to seduce one vampire?' She straightened her shoulders and brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. Taking one more deep breath, Emiko pushed open the door to the dining hall.
Emiko walked inside, three sets of eyes turning to look at her. She looked to meet each pair of eyes; Svetlana's cold, icy stare pierced her, making Emiko shiver. However, the boiling jealousy hidden in those ruby depths gave Emiko a rush of smug satisfaction. Next, Emiko looked to Crowley. Her satisfaction increased when she saw the look in his eyes. His normally calm and nonchalant expression was nowhere to be found. Instead, his eyes burned with hunger, his cat-like pupils dilating to twice their size. His shoulders were tense, his hands gripping the edges of the table in a fierce hold. When their gazes met his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be trying to discern her intentions. A smug grin crawled up Emiko's lips.
Her grin quickly fell when she saw the next vampire in the room. She stumbled over her heels at the sight of the silver-haired immortal. Ferid sat across from Svetlana, smiling pleasantly at Emiko. Amusement glowed in his ruby orbs, and he waved at Emiko. She glanced between the three of them, suddenly nervous again. She bit her bottom lip, wondering if maybe she should change. She hadn't expected Ferid to be here. She was already going to be nervous enough around Svetlana and Crowley.
Svetlana's mocking laughter stopped Emiko. The blonde's head snapped to the ninth progenitor. She was smirking cruelly at Emiko, though it looked far more like a sneer to Emiko. "Maybe you should slip on some flats, livestock. Aren't you a little childish to be wearing heels?" She scoffed. Emiko grit her teeth, her fists clenching at her sides. The desire to punch that pompous progenitor bitch in her stupid face was overpowering. However, Emiko knew she couldn't win with pure violence. She needed to control her temper. Emiko closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself.
Emiko forced a smile on her face, and snapped her eyes open. She placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out. She stretched her leg out slightly, giving Crowley a proper view of her bare skin. "I don't know, I thought they made my legs look longer." Emiko murmured, and met Svetlana's eyes coyly. "You did say I was too short. I took your suggestion to heart." The two women were in a stare-off, and it became clear to the men in the room that this was a battlefield. Both girls were ready for war and they weren't going to back down until one of them had won.
"I didn't know you were dining with us tonight, Emi." Ferid spoke up, breaking the stare-off. Emiko turned to him, and smiled, though it was much more nervous now.
"Well, I changed my mind. I made this dress a while ago, and I haven't had a place to wear it. This gave me the opportunity." She answered simply. Ferid's smirk grew, and he subtly glanced at Crowley. The thirteenth progenitors eyes hadn't moved from Emiko the second she'd walked in the door. 'Quite smitten,' Ferid thought. 'This dinner just got more interesting.'
Emiko took a seat beside Crowley, and the servants brought out wine glasses filled with blood for the vampires. A plate of food was brought out for Emiko, and despite herself, she dug in. She had been too nervous to eat all day. Plus, she had been worried about her stomach sticking out in the dress. Now, not so much. The three progenitors spoke to each other pleasantly, keeping up the chitchat. It was clear Ferid and Crowley were merely trying to keep Svetlana entertained, though Emiko didn't understand why. Emiko would rather entertain a telephone pole. She'd take it out to dinner, buy it a nice meal, and even kiss it goodnight, rather than spend time with Svetlana.
"How have you enjoyed Japan?" Ferid asked the german woman. Svetlana smiled indulgently, taking a sip from her glass.
"It's been wonderful. I've had lovely company. Crowley certainly knows how to keep a woman satisfied." The glare on Emiko's face was dangerous. Ferid could see it now; the girl was practically smoking at the ears. Jealousy was not one of the prettiest colors on the human girl, but it was unusual. Crowley, on the other hand, had regained fair control over his emotions. He was watching the exchange between the two woman with a smug look in his eyes. Of course he was fully aware the two women were fighting over him, which he enjoyed; immensely. Watching Emiko get jealous was amusing, and he was curious how far she'd take this. Hopefully, all the way to his bedroom. He had already been chomping at the bit to make her his, and that dress was pushing his self-control. As much as he was enjoying the cat fight before him, he didn't know how much longer he could wait.
"Yes, well i've been living with Crowley for nearly a year and he's not once satisfied me." Emiko muttered under her breath. Ferid covered his mouth to hide his laugh. Crowley winced at the insult, though he wasn't offended. It would not be his Emiko if she didn't make her snarky little comments. Svetlana, on the other hand, took Emiko's comment for jealousy.
"Well, what would he want with an immature brat like you? You're not desirable company at all." She sneered hatefully. All was quiet in the dining hall. Emiko was perfectly still, though there was slight tremor across her skin, signifying just how infuriated she truly was. Crowley knew then; she wouldn't be able to control her temper any longer.
He still had not expected what she did next. Emiko stood, body stiff. She kept eye contact with Svetlana, her expression cold and challenging. She reached a hand behind her back, and to everyone's shock, she pulled down the zipper of her dress. The crimson dress pooled at Emiko's feet, leaving the blonde in a matching pair of black underwear and heels. Emiko placed a pale hand on the bare curve of her waist, and stared Svetlana down. The progenitor woman's mouth was hanging open in shock at the audacity of this human.
The shocking actions didn't stop there though. Emiko stepped out of the dress, and moved towards Crowley. Crowley stared, lust overwhelming his senses. Every muscle in his body was tense, screaming at him to grab her and take her. His shock wouldn't allow him to do anything else than stare wide-eyed as the near naked girl approached him.
Emiko was nervous, but it was overruled by her desire to put Svetlana in her place. It didn't help that the way Crowley had been looking at her throughout the meal was ignoring a fire in her stomach. She stopped in front of Crowley, meeting his heated gaze for a second, and then straddled his lap. She gripped the sides of his face, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his in a fiery kiss.
Fireworks exploded in Emiko's veins. They sent sparks of electricity racing throughout her body, meeting in the pit of her stomach. She'd kissed Crowley before, but not like this. Not with this passion, anger, and desire. It made her feel alive, like something inside of her had been sleeping till now. Almost immediately after she kissed him, Crowley himself awoke. The fire in her kiss had freed him of his shock, and the craving for her body began to drive him.
He moved his lips against hers, forceful and yearning. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers pressing into the skin of her back. He pressed her closer to him, growling lowly at the feel of her grinding against him. He stood abruptly, carrying her with him. He used one hand to direct her legs around his waist. She hooked her legs around him, wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders to give her better stability and a deeper connection of their mouths. He started towards the door, hitting into the edge of the table on his way. He reached the door, reaching out to grasp the handle to push it open.
"Lord Crowley! You can't seriously desire this livestock?" Svetlana shrieked, chair scraping against the floor as she stood. Crowley paused, pressing Emiko's back against the door so he could separate himself from her lips. Emiko stared up at him, hungry and wanting, but a hidden nervousness in her gaze. She was worried he was more interested in Svetlana than her. The notion seemed ridiculous to Crowley, but it probably made sense to Emiko. She was young and Svetlana had been antagonizing her all week. It probably didn't help that Crowley had to keep Svetlana company, under the orders of Krul.
"Svetlana," Crowley said, voice pleasant but impatient. "bother someone else." Neither Crowley or Emiko heard the sounds of indignation from Svetlana, or the amused laughter from Ferid. Crowley had returned to Emiko's lips and pressed her against him again. He opened the door to the hall, and moved at an alarming rate towards his room, arriving there in mere seconds. They entered the room swiftly, Crowley kicking the door closed behind them.
He pressed her up against the door, his hands travelling down to grip her thighs. He ground himself against her, the both of them enjoying the friction. Emiko gasped at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut. Crowley took the opening, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet with a little spice, like cinnamon and chocolate. She traced her tongue against his, the two appendages playfully fighting for dominance. He won by dragging her bottom lip between his teeth, fang scraping against the sensitive flesh. She tensed at the pleasurable pain of his fangs biting into her lip, releasing a noise that was a mix between a sigh and a gasp.
The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Crowley drank the blood greedily, his grip on her tightening. It had been so long since he'd had her blood. The taste mixed with pleasure made it even more intoxicating. Emiko pulled back, leaning her head against the door as she sucked in large gasps of breath. Crowley moved his lips across her jaw, and then down to her neck, his nose and lips ghosting the skin in a sensual promise. One of his hands travelled up the length of her stomach, stopping at her left breast. He squeezed, eliciting another needy sound from Emiko's mouth.
He needed her. Not just her body or her blood, but the very essence of who she is. He needed her skin pressed against his, warming him. He needed her laughs and teasings, her moans and gasps. It wasn't just a desire; it was an all-consuming need. All pretenses of control had all but left him, but he knew he couldn't continue without warning her. He pulled back from his assault on her neck, moving back up to hover in front of her face. His nose brushed against hers, and he couldn't help brushing his lips against her skin one more time.
"Emiko," He murmured, his voice husky. Emiko's eyes slid open, the glaze of desire staring back at him in her blue orbs. His grip tightened, and he almost returned his mouth to her throat. Despite the affect those eyes had on him, he kept her gaze. He needed her to be serious for just a moment. "You are pushing my control to its limits." His voice was nearly a growl, the monster inside close to the surface. "Make a decision now, if this is what you want." He warned her. Even as he gave her the power to choose, he couldn't help but brush his lips across her cheeks and jaw. Emiko shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, though she tried to focus.
Did she want to go through with this? She'd originally planned to use her sex appeal to upshow Svetlana and keep Crowley's attention on her. She hadn't actually planned to go this far. Emiko's reckless and temperamental, but her virginity had been something she'd guarded fiercely. The world had taken almost every scrap of innocence she had, and so she had clung tightly to what she felt was the last of it. Did she want to give that to Crowley?
Yes. Her relationship with Crowley was confusing and frustrating, but it felt right. Since the very beginning, she'd felt comfortable with him. Safe. He didn't judge her, and she didn't judge him. He made her better, stronger. She liked to think maybe she made him better too. She'd been denying her desires too long, for a multitude of reasons. Now, she had nothing to hold her back.
Emiko lowered her head to his neck, brushing her lips across the smooth marble skin. She acted as if she were about to give him a hickey (if vampires could have such things) and then bit down-hard. Crowley's body jolted at the feel of her blunt teeth biting into the skin of his neck. Emiko pulled back before she could ingest his blood, and met his gaze. She bit her lip, smiling playfully. Crowley's chest rumbled as he chuckled lowly, touching his neck, and pulling his hand back to see the blood on his fingers. He looked back to meet her gaze, grin predatory.
In a whirl of color, Emiko found her back sinking into the comfort of his bed. He hovered above her, gripping each hand in his at the side of her head. "Minx," He whispered playfully against her ear, sending a needy shiver down her spine. He met her gaze, eyes steady, as he slowly trailed his hand down her arm, running his fingertips across her skin lightly. The feeling was indescribable, promising. Her eyes closed and she released a shaky breath as his hand circled her breast. He teased the top of her breast not covered by the bra, and then played with the lacy fabric of her undergarment. She arched, giving an impatient noise. He laughed quietly to himself; watching her squirm was amusing, but he was desperate for contact as well.
He trailed his hand behind her back, expertly undoing the clasp. He pulled the bra off of her and flung it across the room. He leaned down, hovering over her chest, and then taking a nipple into his mouth. Emiko moaned fully then, arching her body up against his, begging for more contact. Her hands came to rest in his hair, and he pushed them back, holding them against the side of her head again. She growled in frustration, and he couldn't help but smirk. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and then pulled back an inch.
"Be patient, Emiko." He taunted. As if he should be the one preaching that. Emiko responded by circling her hips up against his, teasing him with the warmth of her core. He growled lowly, eyes darkening lustfully, and he had to retaliate; He gave a teasing lick to her breast, and then he bit down.
The feeling was euphoric. Biting had felt good before-not that she'd told Crowley that-but he had been right about one thing; She didn't know just how good a bite could feel, until now. The heat of his mouth on her breast sent pleasure running straight to her core. Coherent thought flew right out the window, as all she could do was whine and moan, pushing against his hold on her hands so she could press herself fully against him.
Crowley retracted from the bite, giving the two marks a final lick, and then moved to give his attention to her other breast. He licked and kissed and sucked on this breast too, transferring Emiko's hands to only one of his so he could use his other hand to knead her other breast. Soon, he was moving down the center of Emiko's chest, following a scorching trail all the way to her naval. He hovered over there, breathing hot air against the skin, and then followed the trail all the way back up to her lips.
He finally let her hands free, allowing her to clutch at his back. He moved his hands down her body, trailing them across her waist and hips, and then stopping at the edge of her panties. Emiko's breath caught in her throat when he slowly lowered the thin fabric down her legs. The realization that this was truly happening hit Emiko, but it didn't make her nervous; she was excited. If she felt this good already, she couldn't imagine what would come next.
Crowley traced his fingers over her core, getting them slick with Emiko's essence. He was fully aware this was Emiko's first time, and he needed to make sure she was fully prepared, even if his patience was giving out. He slipped one finger inside her, eliciting another throaty gasp from the blonde beneath him. It was a strange feeling for Emiko, not painful, but unfamiliar. He pumped his finger inside of her, and then added a second one. The feeling became slightly uncomfortable, her insides stretching to accommodate his fingers. He pressed his thumb against her clit, making Emiko see stars, momentarily forgetting about the discomfort of the fingers moving inside of her. He added a third finger, and Emiko felt a short dull pain, before he put more pressure against her clit, hiding pain with pleasure.
Soon, the feeling of his fingers pumping inside of her became pleasurable, and she began to move her hips to thrust against them. She gasped and pleaded, begging for release. He pressed a kiss against her lips, and then to her ear. "Cum Emiko." He whispered sensually, and Emiko came undone. She cried out, pressing herself up against his hand and digging her nails into his back. He watched as she experienced her orgasm, studying every detail of the breathtaking image beneath him.
She was panting, eyes squeezed shut tight in pleasure as she pressed herself against him. She held onto him like her life depended on it, and he savored the feeling. She needed him in that moment, as much as he needed her. Soon, the high began to ebb and Emiko fell against the bed, huffing and panting, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her hooded gaze looked up to meet Crowley, dazed and wanting. Soon, she moved her hands from his back, placing them on his shoulders. Her eyes became more alert, and she studied him closely, a pouty frown on her lips.
"Why are you wearing clothes?" She sounded incredulous, and lusty, and he wanted to ravish her. Before he got the chance to respond, Emiko flipped the tables, pushing him into the bed and landing on top of him. She smiled devilishly, a predatory glint in her eye. He allowed her to take the reins, and she began by undoing the buttons on his jacket. Well, she tried to undo the buttons on his jackets. Her hands were trembling, still racing with the adrenaline from her high. "Stupid buttons." She muttered to herself. Crowley chuckled deeply, and moved to undo the buttons himself. She smacked his hands away, giving him a warning look. He smirked, but said nothing else. He quite enjoyed the sight above him anyway; Emiko on top of him, naked, attempting to take his clothes off.
Finally, Emiko managed to undo the buttons and he sat up abruptly, holding the small of her back so she didn't fall. He kept her in his lap as he removed the offending garment, leaving him bare-chested. Emiko reached out, running her hands across his chest in an exploratory manner. She seemed determined to feel every inch of his skin, and her exploring sent a rumble of pleasure through him. Once she was satisfied, she moved lower, hovering. He nearly groaned at the agony, but waited, impatiently, for her to act. It took only a second of hesitation before she moved to the button of his pants. She undid this one with much more ease, but Crowley's patience wore thin.
He switched their places once more, pushing Emiko down into the comforter. When Emiko looked his pants were gone, leaving him as bare as she was. She blushed, biting her lip nervously. Crowley gripped her hip, running his length along her slit. Emiko clutched at his shoulders in a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Crowley felt her worry in the scrape of her nails against his shoulders. He pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and then trailed down to her neck. Just as he entered her, he bit into the soft skin of her neck.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, a cry that was a mix between pleasure and pain escaping her lips. Crowley stilled inside her, taking small gulps of her blood as he waited for her to adjust. Emiko began to move her hips slowly, experimentally. Crowley unintentionally bit into her harder, the feeling of her moving against him almost unbearable. Finally, she thrust up into him, and his self-control snapped.
He pushed into her, again and again, at a pace that wasn't quite human. He pulled back from her neck, moving to connect their lips in a bloody and sensual kiss. Emiko responded heatedly, pressing up to meet his lips with the same amount of force he was using. She moved her hips up to meet his, the feeling of their bodies connecting erotic and exciting and completely irresistible.
Crowley moved back from her lips, pressing his forehead against hers. Both him and Emiko were getting close to cumming, and his speed picked up again. Emiko panted, gripping the back of his neck and reaching up to hover by his ear. She knew exactly what she needed to do to push them over the edge, to give Crowley the permission to use his supernatural strength.
"Harder." She breathed against him. Crowley's last ounce of any restrictions left him. He plunged into her and bit into her neck again. Emiko cried out pleasurably one last time, tightening around him as she came. Crowley groaned at the feeling of her walls clenching around him, and a few more thrusts he followed her into sweet bliss.
Emiko panted beneath him, clutching onto him. Her eyes were drooping, and he knew she must be tired. He pulled out of her, and rolled them over, Emiko lying on top of his chest. She glanced up at him to meet his red-eyed gaze, and gave a satisfied smile. "We...should do that more often." She murmured against his chest. He laughed, smiling down at her with the same satisfied smile she wore. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her head. She smiled again and closed her eyes, soon drifting off into a content sleep.
Crowley brushed the hair from her face, watching her sleep against him. He ran his fingers gently over her swollen lips. He felt slightly guilty that he bit her lip, but she would probably be healed by the time she woke up. He sighed contentedly. Finally.
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...*Nose Bleed*...AHEM!
That was the first lemon I've ever written...What did you think? Be honest, so I can get better at writing them! Also, sorry for being a little aggressive about the whole 'not reporting me' thing, but I really don't like the idea of that happening. As I said last chapter, this is for my lovely readers (you) whom I adore and cherish, but It's also for me. I love Crowiko (Yes I gave them a ship name, don't judge me!) and so I've been looking forward to writing this...also, i'm trash.
Oh! I have to tell you guys a story, because I'm really proud of myself!
So, a little backstory. I have severe arachnophobia. Like, crawl into a ball and sob at the sight of a centimeter sized spider across the room, arachnophobia. It's bad. I hate most insects actually, but spiders are the worst. So, obviously, I have trouble killing them. So, I went out to the garage the other night for a pepsi (drink of the gods, my friend) and when I turned to go back into the house there was this HUGE spider prancing across the ground like the little motherfucker it is. It eventually gets far enough out of the way that I can run back inside, where I go and get my brother, so he can kill it.
A little bit of knowledge about my brother; he's kind of a jackass. I mean, I love him, but it's true. He NEVER wants to kill spiders for me, so I usually have to beg or cry, or both. This time, it didn't take too much work to get him to go kill it! Yay! But anyway, I really wanted to encourage this behavior! Like, I need my own personal spider killer! So, I bought him a present the next day, and gave it to him. I plan to pull a Pavlov on him and condition him to associate killing spiders with getting presents. And...I can't tell anyone else for fear he'll find out, so I had to tell you, my dear internet friends!
Okay...yeah...heehee...
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Fun Fact:
To call Mirai a 'demon' is a bit of a misnomer. Technically, it makes sense because most of her powers and abilities are that of a demon. She no longer has her abilities as an angel either. However, the term 'fallen angel' is much more correct, because Mirai is capable of affection and love, whereas demons are not.