Warning: mentions of blood. In case people feel uncomfortable with the issue.
"Not yet, slug."
"Why not?" she complained, pouting.
"Because I don't want to. And less talking and more staying still," he ordered as he pulled her hands once again, tying them with the looped rope in his hands to perform a single knot. He could do intricate loops with his eyes closed, always with the perfect amount of tightness, not really worried about messing up in any way. He could always cut them with his claws.
Yako supposed that it was a perk of having a demon boyfriend.
"What are going to do toda-?"
"No talking," he interrupted her as he finished the last knot and cut the rope, his sharp eyes analyzing his work.
"But-"
In a swift movement he silenced her with a kiss and pushed her back to the bed before she could register what just happened.
"Hey!"
"Turn around."
With a dramatic sigh she did as was told, not really trying to be mad at him. Both knew that she trusted him not to do anything potentially dangerous and that she lowkey liked when he was all bossy in this situations.
She hummed a tune as she felt his hands work on her ankles and knees, letting herself feel the subtle caresses each time he lifted them to loop the rope around her soft limbs. It was a language they both talked between them, no words needed when your mate could see your intentions in your eyes. Each time he planted a soft kiss on her feet or on her thighs, she knew he loved her without needing him to actually say it. Her initial fears of being trapped in a one-sided relationship were vanquished after she learned how to speak without words and understood every action the demon did around her.
It was sweet, in a way, to share a secret language with your significant other.
"Don't fall asleep on me, louse," Neuro pinched her butt and Yako jumped on her place on the bed.
"I wasn't sleeping. What a way to kill the mood," she grumbled the last part to the mattress.
"I heard you."
Several minutes later the human found herself completely immobilized in a kneeling position that wasn't new for her. Her wrists were tied together and to a long rope that went all the way to the ceiling, her ankles tightly attached to her thighs so that her legs were forced open over the soft fabric of the bed.
"You are being pretty unoriginal today," she commented.
"Keep talking and I'll gag you," Neuro answered taking a step back to admire his handiwork. Yako was giving him the full view of her pink lace underwear that matched the negligée, a damp spot in the center of the cloth. Her tied hands were over her head, curving her body in a delicious way.
"I thought you said you wanted to hear me," she retorted and turned her head as much as she could to give him a tantalizing look. Neuro cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, but I do," he approached her and stood in front of the bed in a spot where she couldn't see him. That's why, when he gently placed his fingers on her burning pussy, she made a little surprised sound.
But he didn't stop there. He pressed a finger in the covered private place, smiling as the human squirmed trying to close her legs but being unable to. If she tried to move an inch he pressed even more on the spot and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, at least not so soon.
"Stop that," he reprimanded, his other hand caressing softly upwards over the fabric of her clothes, "you know we both like your sounds."
She refused to answer, choosing to close her eyes instead and letting herself feel the distant touch of her husband on her sensitive skin (probably because of the overload of demon energy on her system). She wished she didn't have the negligée on and that Neuro didn't have gloves on. Sure, his claw-like nails would hurt and pierce her skin, but his hands were warm and deliciously rough, and she enjoyed them very much when he decided to rid of the clothes that covered them
And without her realizing, the demon did just that. Neuro slowly lifted his other hand so he grabbed her hips with little pressure, just enough to pull up the silky lingerie that covered his wife's back and revealing healed skin without any mark on it, at least not from a wound of his making. Sometimes he stopped to recount the ones he recalled from their early detective adventures, tracing the constellation they did among her natural beauty marks; but today he decided to take a different approach. Not that he didn't adore his wife's body any less.
With his teeth he took off one glove as he used his other hand to keep the back of the negligée up near her shoulders, unceremoniously placing his inhuman claws on her soft skin and marveling at the texture. Yako usually complained that this was ticklish, but so far she hadn't made a move to avoid him. He took her soft sigh as a signal to proceed and caressed her back with a little bit of pressure, just enough to make her feel the edge but not draw blood.
"Hm," she closed her eyes and straightened her back, barely pressing herself against the claws on her skin.
Neuro frowned and tried again, putting slightly more force on his hand, this time drawing a thin line of blood in a superficial wound that he could easily heal… but that this time seemed to heal itself.
"Does that feel good?" He asked softly, trying not to break the mood.
"Hm… yeah," she said, her eyes still closed. "A bit ticklish still, though."
This made the demon stop in his tracks, knowing now that something was off about his mate. She couldn't heal herself before, not even a tiny cut on her lip, so this new development caught his attention in a lot of ways.
This could change everything!
"Tell me how this feels," he instructed before proceeding to dig his claws on her skin, making the blood flow.
"I can feel the pressure," she turned her head to look at him, "but it doesn't bother me much. Why?"
"Good," he ignored her question and moved his hand down a bit, opening a wound that was deep. In another time he would feel bad for hurting her like this, but the slash started to close itself not a second after he moved. And Yako shivered under his hands, suppressing a moan. He arched an eyebrow.
"What - What are you doing?" she asked and tried to look at what his hands were doing to her skin, catching a glimpse of red. "Is that blood!?" Yako trashed on her binds. "What the fuck, Neuro!"
"Calm down, slug. You didn't feel anything, right?" Neuro hastily said, one calming hand on her hip to stop her from hurting herself.
"But-!" she was interrupted when he dig his claws on her skin once more, this time somewhere near her elbow where she could see, sending an electric current to her core. It felt like when he touched her boobs, but weird. It was like her whole skin was full of nerves, ready to send mixed signals to her brain. Pain wasn't pleasure, at least not like this, right?
"You like this, don't you?" he smirked, bending down to lick some of the blood that was oozing from the already closing wound. Once he cleaned her skin, he pulled back and watched in awe how her back was as soft and milky as it has always been, not a single mark of what he did on it.
"I... I- I do," Yako whispered, looking elsewhere with a blush on her cheeks. Damn her and her sub instincts!
"Do you want me to keep doing this?" he teased her back with the tip of a claw, this time carefully drawing swirls and circles on it, with a hungry look in his shining green eyes. She knew what he was thinking. He always had to keep himself in check so he wouldn't do anything unnecessarily painful to her. They always had to stop before she was seriously hurt, and it always marked a limit in their sexy times.
But such a restrain wasn't there anymore. Ironically enough, with her hands tied above her head, Yako felt liberated. Free. She wasn't human anymore, and the differences between her and her husband, her mate, were minimal.
On the back of her mind she remembered the words on the Advanced Book of Spells, saying that on the mating night, the human was at the peak of demon condition. She wouldn't be able to be like this anymore, she wouldn't be this close to what could be a full sexual experience with Neuro, the demon.
The answer came easily to her.
"Yes. Let's do this."
At first it has been scary, facing the pain as a source of pleasure. She had never experienced pain this way, not like something she could analize in her mind and forget the bad that came with pain. She didn't even had to make a conscious effort to enjoy it!
They started easy. Neuro took out one of the toys he brought from the World Above, a flogger, and gave her a few tentative flicks with it in different areas, asking which one she liked most. The-not-so-human-anymore Yako bit her lips waiting for the pain… that never came.
She couldn't help herself, she laughed at the absence of the thing that scared her. It wasn't on purpose, she swears, she just felt high in the realization.
"What are you laughing for, slave?" the demon caught her jaw in his still gloved hand and made her look into his eyes. She bit her lip and smiled with the remains of the laughter in her system, her eyes swirling with a shine of her own.
"Nothing," her voice came a bit weird as she couldn't open her mouth very well.
"Is this funny to you?" he looked down at her with disdain, but there was a slight smirk on his lips. "Being punished brings you joy?"
"Uh-huh," she wanted to shake her head.
"Silly girl. Lying to me is of no use. I thought you knew that already."
"Whatever you say," she wanted to roll her eyes for a better effect, but she found herself then attacked by the demon's lips, who was demanding her whole attention and her body as well by the way his hands found their place on her bottom. "Hng!" she yelped in surprise at the feel of his tongue forcing its way on her mouth.
She didn't know what to focus her mind on, the way his tongue was ravishing her mouth and his sharp teeth bit her just in the right places; or how his hands gripped her butt with so much force that they pushed her up until he was the only thing taking her weight.
She fought back for freedom, at least as much as you could when you couldn't really move, trashing her head to the sides and pushing back his tongue with all her might.
"Ungrateful slave," he whispered with his lips barely separated from hers. She took the opportunity to take a deep breath.
Then, she laughed again and bit him in the lips.
