A/N: Tadah~ IRyS has now been lewded, and with a chunky chapter to boot~ Quite pleased with the action scene in this one too; been a bit since I could write one, what with my hands being tied with Stardust and all that (hard to write a melee scene when your protagonist uses a bow, after all).
Also, this piece was in large part inspired by some art and discussion with SunsetSkyline (go check them out~).
That aside, hope you enjoy~ Do tell me what'cha think~
Vitalise
''Hm... tracks lead north... too big for a regular Demon...''
Low, murmured words fluttered through the desolate industrial district, not a soul to be seen amidst the greyish concrete walls and half-built structures, many others already on their way to collapsing from decades of abandonment. The moon hung high overhead, the silver rays illuminating the overgrown paths that were once roads, sometimes illuminating the shady alleyways between buildings should they be at the right angle.
Carver silently walked down the overgrown paths, eyes narrowed as he scanned the dirt ahead of him – easily spotting the impressions in the dirt, forming a three-toed footprint. Clad in a skin-tight black top and pair of matching cargo pants his outfit was as form-fitting as he could make it, leaving little fabric to be grabbed ahold of. Black hair was cut short and only reached the back of his neck in length, his cobalt eyes keenly watching for the slightest twitch of a shadow, of a hint that could perhaps save his life should he be ambushed.
''Hm...'' Carver slowed as he spotted an indentation in the wall of a factory; the crisp grass crunching underfoot as he marched up to it.
Forming a corner of what once was a factory the concrete was meant to be sturdy, yet whatever had attacked it had carved a gash into the stone, several inches wide and equally as deep. He didn't dare touch the groove itself lest some unknown poison be left upon the rubble, but the shape and size of the gash was enough to give him a good estimation of what he was dealing with – something large and with big fingers, but short nails.
'Perhaps...' Carver frowned, lifting his left hand up.
With a simple application of magic he summoned a tome to hand, the cover opening and pages flipping back with fluttering speed, soon slowing to a stop as they reached the page his will desired. Cobalt eyes glanced down, running over the image of a Demon, before he shook his head; turning the page with a mental command. Several more pages fluttered by, one by one, until he found what he was looking for.
''Jabberwocky...'' Carver murmured.
The old pencil-drawn rendition of a Jabberwocky laid on the pages, alongside an assortment of information. Out of all monsters Jabberwocky were particularly troublesome, not because of any inherent strength or ability – most Demons had them trounced there – but rather because of their unpredictability. A Jabberwocky could change targets faster than you could snap your fingers, they could feint and dodge, they were a beast with low intelligence but contrasted by their remarkable tactical ability in the heat of the moment.
''Hn.'' Carver slammed the book shut with a mental command, letting it vanish with a flash of light. ''This might be tricky...''
Pursing his lips the young man followed the groove in the wall, striding around the corner and walking down between a pair of desolate buildings, cautiously staring in through the cracked and shattered windows, finding nothing but some rats. His gaze then flickered up, scanning the rooftops lest he be ambushed from there, but mercifully they were barren. One couldn't be too careful when monster-hunting, after all.
Distant noise made his gaze snap ahead. Expression hardening he hunched forwards and pushed himself against the wall of the factory on his right, hiding in the shadows as he took one step at a time, the mouth of the alleyway opening up into a large square area, the remnants of a warehouse far behind it. Forestry hung to the left whilst more buildings formed a wall on the right, boxing in the wide zone of overgrown grass and plants.
Not that it would do much good against hiding from a Jabberwocky.
''There you are...'' Carver murmured under his breath.
Standing at over twenty feet tall near the centre of the zone laid the Jabberwocky. The gangly beast was pale as bone, stood up on a pair of stickly legs that ended in large, three-toed feet, sharp talons laid at the end of each. A fat body extended into a pair of bizarrely thin arms that in turn led to large, four-fingered hands, each finger long and narrow and covered in pale hair. A winding neck reminiscent of a snake curved around, the Jabberwocky's contrastingly large head hanging low; its teeth large and blocky as they repeatedly chipped together every few seconds, forming a haunting, chittering sound.
Short stubby wings fluttered and twitched behind the Jabberwocky's back, the slightest gust of wind making the ungainly beast twitch and shift, its long, serpentine tail hissing through the grass repeatedly. With eyes of a dim amber flame and feelers extending from its face it made for quite the intimidating beast, and had in past records driven many people to insanity just from seeing it. Even as an experienced monster hunter himself, Carver himself could still feel a shudder climb his spine, his natural instincts unnerved by the creature.
Perhaps wisely so. With its powerful senses, sneaking up on the Jabberwocky would be impossible – the only avenue was a surprise ranged attack, and even then it was entirely possible it would sense the magical build-up before the attack connected.
Still, it was his only chance.
Thus with a tight expression Carver backed off, careful not to make any noise as he hugged the wall all the way back out of the alley, retreating back to the groove in the wall. His trained eyes scanned the factory wall intently, soon spotting several loose bricks missing in the wall. He gladly took advantage of the gaps, his boots carefully slipping into the holes as he climbed up it, his gloved hands soon finding the edge of a shattered window frame.
''Mn...'' A quiet grunt escaped the young man as he hauled himself up, crouching on the frame.
The interior of the factory was dim, but the presence of the Jabberwocky offered one comfort – there wouldn't be any other monsters nearby with it around, given its chaotic, kill-everything-in-sight nature. Thus with little hesitation Carver eased himself down onto the factory floor, not daring to drop lest the echo give his location away. The moonlight struggled to pierce into the wide room though, making the risk of knocking over an abandoned can or crunching some glass a dangerous possibility.
Long-abandoned machines rusting away formed multiple lines, providing some cover as he crossed the room. The collapsed ceiling at the other end of the factory floor let moonlight pour in so he avoided that half of the room, opting instead to head for what was once a manager's office on the second floor; his boots carefully treading up each and every one, wincing when his added weight caused the rusted metal stairs to let out a high-pitched squeak.
''...hah...'' Carver paused to catch his breath as he reached the top of the stairs – daringly to peek into the doorway.
An office laid present, but his main concern was at the other end of the room where a row of shattered glass windows laid, putting him at head-height with the gaunt beast. Not wanting to be spotted when he was so close the young man crouched down, each step slow before he shifted down onto his elbows, crawling prone across the musky old carpet and past left-over trash from squatters, soon reaching the far end of the room.
'Here goes nothing...'
Carver tensely shifted up into a crouch, raising his right hand and forming a finger-gun gesture, concentrating. Magical energy gathered near the tip of his index finger, pulsing and condensing in repeated waves, compressing the magical energy repeatedly. A deep blue light formed a small orb at the tip of his finger, a flare of white light visible within its centre. With each passing second the colour grew paler and paler, forming a lightish blue hue, the orb swelling in size to match the compressed power.
Until Carver stood up, pointed his finger-gun at the Jabberwocky and aimed with his thumb – before letting the energy release.
Skree~!
A high-pitched screech pierced the air, a pale blue laser shrieking across the distance – before it crashed into the side of the Jabberwocky's head with an explosive result.
''Skieeek!'' A shrill screech escaped the beast, piercing in its intensity and shattering any nearby glass.
Carver grunted, lifting a hand in some meagre attempt to muffle the volume, dust blown from the force behind the screech. The cloud of blackish smoke was swiftly dispelled as the Jabberwocky flailed its head, one bulbous eye missing entirely and part of its head scorched by the beam – but it was far from dead, even if now half-blind. Its remaining eye found him instantly, however.
And with a mad shriek the Jabberwocky lunged. Leaping with morbid grace it threw itself, forcing a curse out of Carver as he backed up – leaping out of office just as the beast crashed into it. Concrete shattered and a wave of dust was blown up even as he landed back into the factory floor, eyes hard as the pale behemoth tumbled into the room after him, shrieking madly as it shook off the rubble that clattered down over its back.
''Hmph.'' Carver held his right hand out to the side, and with a mental command manifested a silver sword to his hand. Though designed to be used on Vampires and Werewolves, it was still effective against all manner of supernatural beings. The Jabberwocky included.
Something the beast perhaps sensed, shrieking again, this time in fury. With speed not befitting its lumbering size it lunged, one clawed hand tearing grooves through the concrete – only to miss, as Carver leapt aside. Dashing past a row of rusted machines the young man gathered magical energy into his free hand, giving it a darkish purple glow, illuminating him for the Jabberwocky to see. The beast took advantage of that, bellowing out wrathfully as it rampaged towards him, tossing metal machines aside in its charge.
Carver reacted swiftly, laying his hand upon the blade of his sword. The purple energy condensed within his palm lanced up his silver sword – when he swung it, unleashing a shrieking wave of purple lightning. It struck the massive Jabberwocky, eliciting an ear-piercing scream from the behemoth, bolts of electricity jumping and jaggedly crossing over it. Paralysed by the current the beast was unable to stop its momentum, overshooting its intended target and crashing full-force into the factory wall, blowing straight through it.
The paralysis didn't last for more than that, however – a fact that made Carver click his tongue in displeasure. ''Tch...''
Releasing a seething growl the pale beast clambered back up onto its feet, its serpentine neck curving around over its shoulder to snarl at him. Or so he assumed.
An assumption that the Jabberwocky swiftly corrected, as a purple light of its own build within its open maw.
'Oh shit-!'
With a shriek a baleful beam of lightning tore through the factory, the magical force behind it ripping concrete and metal asunder. Carver only narrowly avoided the worst of the beam, but his left arm wasn't spared – the beam briefly engulfing the limb and searing away the cloth cladding it and burning his flesh, rendering the skin red and angry. Hissing in pain the young man retreated further into the factory, ducking behind a support beam and catching his breath, awkwardly holding onto his sword with his arm to free his hand, allowing him to use some basic healing magic on his burns.
Another shriek of lightning tore through the building half a dozen metres away, the beam tilting upwards until it scorched through what remained of the office, leaving dripping molten slag to fall from the superheated concrete. Carver pursed his lips but remained calm, his breathing tight as he focused on his wound, the soft green glow coming from his hand helping illuminate the moderate burns. Second by second the burns began to heal; burnt flesh flaking off and blood coagulating.
A few seconds wasn't enough time to heal a burn however, and as Carver heard the Jabberwocky begin to approach he dispelled the healing glow from his palm, instead grasping his silver sword once more.
Then with a grunt he stepped out from behind cover, his burnt arm raising – and unleashing a weak but quick bolt bolt of purple lightning. It struck true and shocked the beast but failed to truly harm the Jabberwocky, only instead eliciting a furious screech as it charged him, leaping over upturned machines and swiping one clawed hand down at him.
''Mn!'' Carver strengthened his body with magic just in time time, parrying aside the clawed hand.
The Jabberwocky however was a relentless beast. Its other clawed hand came up, once again parried, but this time succeeding in clipping Carver across the chest – creating a gash across his torso. The young man backed up a bit but the beast gave no quarter, shrieking madly as it lashed out with its right hand once again, slashing low and forcing Carver to jump-
-only to realise his mistake mid-flight as the Jabberwocky kept turning with its momentum, swinging its thick tail at him.
''Gh-!''
The tail struck hard, shooting him across the room and crashing him into a stack of abandoned boxes, the wood shattering from the impact and sending him tumbling across the hard floor until he hit the opposing wall.
Gritting his teeth Carver forced himself back up to his feet – just in time too, as the Jabberwocky reared its head back and summoned a purple glow within its maw. Spitting a curse he leapt aside, his ears ringing as a shriek of lightning tore through the wall behind him, the beam so potent it tore through the next three factories behind it, vaporising anything it came into contact within seconds of exposure.
However, the attack also worked to his advantage – the whole factory shuddering as a third wall was dangerously damaged.
''Mn... how about this!'' The young man raised his left hand, heat gathering within it.
Within seconds a flame formed, condensed into an orb – and then fired straight at the Jabberwocky. The beast reared itself back, prepared to dodge, only for the flaming orb to split into three smaller fireballs and curve around, converting on the Jabberwocky from all sides. They detonated with a loud blast, kicking up gouts of flame and eliciting a terrible shriek from the beast, its voice so potent it shook the building further.
Smiling tightly Carver made a run for it. Heavy, fast footsteps carried him across the factory floor, leaping over bricks and chunks of concrete – before he leapt out the whole the Jabberwocky had previously made. Mid-flight he twisted, wind magic gathering along his sword before being slashed out in a nigh-invisible wave, and crashing into one of the opposing walls, taking it out.
And with it, bringing the whole factory down on the Jabberwocky.
The unearthly beast shrieked, trying to chase him, but concrete collapsed atop it in chunks thicker than a truck, burying it. Dust and debris polluted the air, clouding the interior of the building from sight – until with a deafening roar the whole structure gave way at once, the roof falling inwards and dragging the walls in with it. The ensuing crash sent debris scattering across the nearby area, a tidal wave of dust puffing out and upwards.
Carver admired his handiwork with a tight smile, a light application of wind magic blowing the dust away from him. Glancing down at his burnt arm he surveyed the damage more intently, taking some relief when he found nothing too severe; his flesh wasn't sizzling at least. Still painful, though; something that tempted him to stab his sword into the dirt and begin healing his wounds.
Or so he planned to. A curse escaped him as the rubble shifted, and he had just grabbed his sword when the mound of rubble erupted like a dormant volcano – releasing a shrieking-mad Jabberwocky, its pale form marred with cuts and gashes and one of its wings bent at an awkward angle, the bone broken. Something that, perhaps, contributed to the evil eye it shot his way, the buck-toothed beast all but seething in murderous intent.
Mercifully the gangly beast didn't get a chance to act upon that intent, as a flash of light burst to life up in the high.
A flash that preluded the bright white spear that slammed into its back.
''Kiii!'' The Jabberwocky shrieked in agony, screaming into the night – turning its baleful glare upon its new attacker.
Carver smiled tightly. ''Took you long enough to arrive.''
Though she didn't hear him, she most certainly saw his smile, flashing him one in return from her position in the sky. Slim fingers grasped another glowing white spear, a detached white sleeve cladding her right arm whilst a black one hugged her left, the monochrome colours matching the pair of small, crystalline wings that floated behind her shoulder-blades. Matching thigh-highs held her slim legs, her pale silver dress snug against her frame in contrast with her fluffy dark red skirt, the shade matching her long hair, a pair of grey horns protruding out from the sides of her head amidst her long locks.
His companion, IRyS. Perhaps one of the few Nephilim in existence.
The shrill shriek of the Jabberwocky distracted him from his staring, his expression hardening. Grasping his silver sword tight he broke out into a sprint towards the Jabberwocky, already seeing it gather electrical energy within its maw, prepared to shriek a beam of lightning up at the airborne Nephilim. IRyS saw that too, the glow of her white spear becoming brighter as she pumped more energy into it.
And then with very little warning the Jabberwocky snapped its head down, aiming at Carver. A shrill shriek punctuated the roaring beam's release, forcing a curse from the young man as he threw his sword to the left and dodged to the right – the beam of lightning turning slightly towards the silver weapon, engulfing it and sparing him from the same fate. By the time the shrieking beam flickered out of existence his sword was left singed, but otherwise alright.
''IRyS!'' Carver barked. ''Pin it!''
''Right!'' The floated woman called back, summoning six black spears around her and firing them instead of her white one.
The Jabberwocky sensed the incoming attacks even without looking, shrieking as it nimbly leapt out of the rubble, all six spears harmlessly thudding into the rubble. Then with a vicious gleam it charged towards Carver, reaching the young man just as he neared his sword – lashing out with a clawed hand that tore wide grooves through the dirt.
''Mn!'' Carver dropped; narrowly sliding between the Jabberwocky's gangly fingers and snatching his sword up from under the beast mid-slide, rolling back onto his feet.
Pale blue light gathered in his free hand, and with a thrust of his hand he unleashed the concentrated elemental magic, spewing out a gout of steaming water. The Jabberwocky squealed angrily as the boiling water seared its back, whipping its tail around and forcing Carver to leap back to avoid it. Closing his hand and opening it once more he changed spells with naught but a thought, the fading blue glow rapidly brightening once more.
The Jabberwocky turned to face him, shrieking – only to flinch backwards when it sensed a surge of magical energy. The bright white spear aimed for its face missed, striking the ground in front of instead – searing it with a cacophonous explosion of holy light, eliciting a shrill sound of agony from the wicked creature, its long neck flailing about and its feet stomping madly, the beast thrashing away from the light.
So lost in its pain the beast didn't have the sensibilities to detect the build-up of magical energy – not until it was already upon it, as a surging serpent of water crashed down upon it.
''Riieek!'' The screech sound more furious than pained, the gangly beast bending its neck around to glare at Carver, soaking wet from the attack – barely harmed by the water pressure that would've easily crushed a human to death.
And in its anger, the Jabberwocky reared its head back, and screeched out another furious beam of purple lightning.
Allowing IRyS to land in front of Carver, a wave of her arm summoning a mirror-like shield. The lightning crashed upon it, pulsing and throbbing with thunderous power – before in an instant the powerful lightning was sent shrieking right back at the soaking-wet Jabberwocky.
''KIIII!'' The gangly creature screamed, convulsing as electrical currents arced through its frame.
IRyS attacked without mercy. Dashing close she manifested a glowing white and black spear to each hand, leapt up – and then when she was above the monster she threw both down at once. The two magical spears detonated into plumes of holy white and demonic black energy, the opposing elements interacting and causing secondary explosions, shredding the Jabberwocky with the powerful discharge. Carver followed suit, bolting towards the Jabberwocky. His free hand ran down the length of the blade, smearing upon it a golden light that left it glowing and vibrating.
The mixed energies had only just began to fizzle out when he burst through them, silver sword infused with holy magic – before he slashed down across the Jabberwocky's chest, carving a deep, bloody gash across its pale flesh. The infusion of holy magic shocked the Jabberwocky out of its pained daze, a shriek escaping it as it swung blindly at him, missing only out of sheer luck and allowing Carver to roll out of the way.
Though once again, the Jabberwocky's tail intervened – whipping around and smacking him back.
''Nn!'' The young man tumbled across the grass, slowing only when he dug his sword into the grass – jerking himself to a stop.
IRyS landed next to him. ''C'mon, it's not dead yet.''
''I know.'' Carver grunted, pushing himself up – not protesting the hand that grabbed the back of his shirt, helping haul him upright.
Just in time too, as the Jabberwocky turned towards them with a shriek.
And then did nothing.
'...it's being cautious...' Carver mentally noted, eyes narrowing as he stood upright alongside IRyS; both watching as the pale beast hunched over, panting and snarling, but making no move to attack.
Waiting for them to make the first move so it could counter it.
''I'll attack one side, you go the other.'' IRyS stated lowly.
Carver grunted an agreement. ''It's blind in one eye. Its right, I think.''
''Got it.'' IRyS summoned a pair of white and black energy spears to hand.
Then as one the both of them attacked; her running right and him left. The Jabberwocky looked between them, shrieking in frustration – before it ran ahead, getting between them. Just when they got close enough the beast dug its heels in and sharply turned, swinging its tail out at IRyS and bringing a clawed right hand down at Carver.
The young man leapt over the attack, slashing the beast's arm as he passed before landing in a roll. His right hand snapped up and he unleashed a gout of fire, singing the Jabberwocky's feelers and eliciting a sharp shriek from it, its hand sweeping out and missing by a modest margin – but that was just a distraction, as the beast shrieked out another gout of lightning at him.
Thinking fast Carver dug his heels in, pushing energy down into the ground and rising up a wall of earth in front of him. It survived only a second against the beam, but that was enough for him to dodge out of the way. At the same time IRyS made her attack; twin explosions detonating across the Jabberwocky's back and eliciting a shrill sound from the gauntly beast. It swung its tail at her a second time – only to then scream as a spear of unholy light stabbed into it, and detonated, blowing a chunk out of it.
Carver saw his chance as the beast turned its head, glaring back at IRyS – unable to keep track of both of them at once with only one eye.
Hurried footsteps carried him across the ground, an explosive spear from IRyS creating enough sound and magical energy to blind the Jabberwocky to his approach, allowing him to kick off the ground and leap.
And with a shriek escaping the beast's throat, Carver brought his sword down – slashing straight down through its neck.
The shriek died out as the Jabberwocky's head rolled, the beast's body stumbling and jerking helplessly for a few seconds before it collapsed in a heap, thudding as it hit the ground, dead.
''Hah... haah...'' Carver stared at the headless body for a moment.
Only once he was sure it was dead did he relax; exhaling a tired breath and leaning forwards, stabbing his sword into the dirt to use as support.
IRyS approached him, puffing out a tired breath herself. ''Hah... good work out there. I hope I wasn't too late.''
''Nah, just had to tussle with it a bit.'' Carver responded lightly, grunting as she forced himself to stand back up. ''Mind giving me a pick-me-up?''
IRyS smiled and hummed an agreement, approaching his side. Laying one hand upon his bleeding chest her hand gained a golden-white glow to it, a soothing warmth emanating from her palm. The open gash on his chest rapidly began to knit itself back together; blood coagulating and flesh closing shut, her healing magic far faster than his own – perhaps owing to her nature as a Nephilim. Angels were always good at healing, and Devils weren't too shabby at it either.
He supposed he couldn't feel bad about that though. Human magic was, by large, weaker than its supernatural counterparts, due solely to the difference in magical power between species. Sure, a human could still win, and a monster hunter such as himself could give even a high-level Demon a run for its money, but on a peer-to-peer basis humans often came out lowest due to simple magical limits. Perhaps because of that fact, and another, magic-wielding humans were something of a rarity outside of scholars.
''Mn...'' Carver winced as pained flared in his chest, but ignored it.
Within minutes she had his chest wound closed, and after healing over the worst of his other wounds IRyS ceased her magic, the warm glow fading from her palm. Instead the horned woman shifted to his left and snaked an arm around his back, grunting as she helped take some of his weight, the two of them shifting away from the deceased Jabberwocky.
''Back to your place?'' IRyS inquired lightly.
''Mm. Got some supplies back there.''
Humming in understanding IRyS helped haul him back, the two abandoning the beheaded Jabberwocky, the threat of it eliminated.
X-x-X
''Mn, ow...''
''Sorry...''
Carver smiled tightly, murmuring an 'it's fine' to IRyS as the woman laid him down on his couch, the old green sofa rough but sturdy as he shifted onto it, leaning back. His apartment was a small thing, the living room tight with a couch and TV stand in it, and the kitchen was even smaller, being a narrow corridor with barely enough room to open the oven door without banging it on the opposing wall. His bedroom laid past it, perhaps the most spacious room in his apartment and allowing for a double bed to let him stretch in his sleep. The only reason he hadn't asked IRyS to lay him on it was that he didn't want to mess up the covers with blood.
''Mn...'' The black-haired man grunted, grasping the bottom of his shirt. ''The medicine supplies should be in the bathroom now, under the sink. White bag.''
''Got it.'' IRyS nodded, walking away.
Carver listened to her as she disappeared into the bathroom, audibly rummaging around. In the meantime he stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside, groaning as he exposed his mostly-healed wounds to the air. He'd been lucky to get away with such minimal injuries; he'd seen what a Jabberwocky could do if it pinned its victim to the floor, slashing and clawing with mad fervour at its target until they had no guts left to speak of.
IRyS returned swiftly, bringing with her a white bag – popping it open and withdrawing various bits and pieces. Carver leaned back against the couch, wincing as the Nephilim dabbed antiseptic on his wounds and cleaned them up with a slow, methodical touch, her movements almost caring in the amount of detail she put into them. Then once his wounds were clean she bandaged them up, rubbing the white cloth in until they were comfortably in place.
Though unfortunately that didn't dim the pain that struck at his chest; a tight, clenching pressure on his heart, making him gasp and clutch at his chest, hissing.
''H-Huh? Are you alright?!'' IRyS was taken aback; concern shining in her eyes as she laid a hand on his leg.
Carver just pursed his lips and groaned, riding out the pain for the brief time it lasted – shuddering when it waned to a dimmer soreness, leaving his chest tight but not as pained.
''Mn...'' He tentatively leaned forwards, almost hunched over in his seat. ''Hah...''
''What was that?'' IRyS inquired worriedly, eyes running over him for any possible clues.
The young man just waved her off, however. ''Just strained myself a bit. Not used to using holy magic yet.''
IRyS eyed him in concern, but after a moment of staring she reluctantly let the issue drop . ''...alright. Do you need anything?''
''Some water would be nice.''
IRyS nodded and got up, disappearing into his small kitchen.
And unseen by the mixed-heritage woman, Carver clutched at his chest, grimacing deeply.
X-x-X
Several days later a reported sighting of a Minotaur made its way to Carver and IRyS, and naturally the two took it upon themselves to eliminate the wild monster at dawn before it hurt the local populace more than it already had.
Minotaur were simple beasts in theory, but more troublesome in practice. Bipedal beasts with great physically strength and significant durability, they were a force to be reckoned with, especially when angered. Equipped often with a double-headed axe they could cleave through wood and smash through concrete with ease, and though they lacked much in the way of tactical wisdom or even general intelligence, they made up for it with pure strength. A very much brawn-than-brains beast.
That lack of intelligence, however, didn't make them any less threatening.
''Mn!''
A loud eruption of fire and smoke blanketed the mountainous hilltop as a fireball detonated, kicking up a strong gust that blew through Carver's hair. The young man glared at the fireball, panting and bringing his free hand up to his shoulder, applying a quick dose of healing magic to the gash to close it – stemming the blood flow for the time being. However he had only a short few moments to heal before the smoke dispersed, revealing the bloody and cut form of the Minotaur. Wounded, but alive.
IRyS took that moment to attack, the lithe woman diving down behind the Minotaur and jamming two black spears into its back. The Minotaur roared, swinging its axe around to hit her but IRyS managed to avoid it, ducking low and throwing a smaller spear at the beast's face, detonating it in a plume of holy energy and blinding the beast temporarily, giving her time to back off. Carver made use of the beast's distraction, holding both hands out and drawing energy into his palms, wind magic rapidly gathering into a large, spinning orb of pale yellow light.
Until with a grunt he launched it, allowing the spinning orb of wind to curve through the air – and then impact the Minotaur's muscled side, shredding muscle apart with razor winds.
''RAAAH!'' The beast bellowed in agony, pushed back by the surging, pulsing orb – finally getting blown back when the orb detonated, dealing one last burst of damage before the magic holding it together faded.
The ground shook slightly as the Minotaur crashed down onto it, roaring in pain as it began to climb back up. IRyS saw an opening and took it, closing the gap whilst the Minotaur was distracted and thrusting a spear of holy energy into its face – detonating it and eliciting a bellowing roar from the beast. A second spear took out a chunk of its skull, yet still failed to down the beast.
It was only when IRyS summoned a holy and unholy spear and threw them both at once, combusting them together on the Minotaur's head, that the beast finally fell – its roar cutting off abruptly as its head was disintegrated, leaving its headless body to collapse with a loud crash.
''Haah~'' IRyS hunched over slightly, panting heavy and clutching at her side where the Minotaur had previously clipped her with its axe. ''Mm... that was more troublesome than I was expecting...''
''Agreed.'' Carver panted, making his way over to her.
It was still early in the morning despite their drawn-out battle with the beast, the sun just beginning to rise up above the horizon and slowly warming the cool air. It felt nice against his skin, the air crisp and the scent of dew detectable on the patches of grass amidst the mountain's rocks and boulders. As he walked he started using some healing magic on his shoulder-
Ba Bump-
''Mn-!'' Carver clutched at his chest as breathless agony shot through it, falling to one knee.
''C-Carver?!'' IRyS was hasty to reach his side. ''What's wrong?!''
He didn't answer, groaning in pain as he rode out the agonising pulses, struggling to breathe through them. For nearly a full minute he had to endure it, his heart searing and beating painfully in his chest, until gradually the agony waned to a sore throb; painful, but more manageable by the moment.
IRyS didn't shift from her position, eyeing him intently. ''What was that? The same thing as last time?''
Carver nodded distractedly. ''It's... Mn, nothing. It's alright.''
''It's clearly not.'' IRyS frowned severely. ''You know what it is, don't you?''
Carver contemplated just not telling her; of brushing it off as some mystery injury. However one look at IRyS told him that she wouldn't let this drop like last time.
Thus, he sighed, and spilled the truth. ''My magic. I've been using too much of it for too long, and I guess my soul's starting to strain under the pressure.''
All magic drew upon power from one's soul. Different species had different methods or conditions about it, but with humans they could draw upon their soul with enough training. Drawing upon it too much, however, was dangerous to the point of being lethal. In a sense, it was almost like alcohol. Drink a little every so often, and you'd be fine. Drink regularly but in moderation and you'd do fine. Drink excessively on a daily basis and you'd die an early death. Likewise, magic followed the same pattern. A spell here and there, and nothing bad would happen. Doing it regularly but in moderation like a scholar and you'd continue living just fine.
But doing it excessively on a near-daily basis, like him? It was dangerous. And after years of hunting monsters and launching spell after spell, and his soul was starting to struggle to keep itself going.
IRyS clearly realised that as well. ''T-Then stop using magic so much, you dunce!''
''I can't.'' Carver stubbornly refused, an edge of bitterness to his tone. ''Monster hunting is my life; I live to protect others from them, IRyS. I can't imagine doing anything else. Not to mention, it might still be too late anyway; my soul might be stuck on a downwards slope regardless.''
The Nephilim bit her lip, looking away. Carver didn't mind; spending the next minute catching his breath and slowly getting back on his feet, the act made slightly difficult by the lingering soreness in his chest.
IRyS broke the silence moments later. ''I... might have a way to heal you.''
Carver's cobalt eyes snapped over to her, surprised. ''You do?''
The Nephilim nodded. ''Let's get back to your apartment, we'll talk there.''
Not questioning why Carver agreed, letting IRyS help him back, the morning sun rising slowly overhead.
X-x-X
It was a relatively short trip back to his apartment, the door shut with a rattle of the lock and the two of them retiring for the day.
What piqued Carver's curiosity however was when he was going to sit on the couch, IRyS instead took him to the bedroom; her cheeks colouring pink. He didn't think anything of it at first, reasoning that he wasn't bleeding that much so there wasn't any problem with him being on the bed, but a distracting itch at the back of his mind kept leaving him wondering what her mysterious treatment might be.
Carver dispelled such thoughts as they reached his bed; easing himself down onto it and kicking his boots off. IRyS climbed onto the bed as well, applying the usual antiseptic and bandages, but her cheeks slowly darkened to a red shade and her eyes refusing to meet his as she worked.
The reason why became apparent when she finished patching him up, as the Nephilim shifted close and straddled his waist.
''IRyS?'' Carver blushed, startled.
''The way I can heal your soul is... b-by...'' IRyS mumbled, embarrassed. ''...s-sleeping together...''
The shy, almost-whispered admission made his cheeks redden, but at the back of his mind he realised he should've foreseen this. Demons had unique ways of healing compared to Angels, the primary one being applied by Succubi; through sex. As old and archaic as the method was, it was still an extremely effective method of healing a person, outmatched only by master healers or divine beings. And thanks to the nature of their healing, all but the worst injures to the soul could also be mended.
Still, even if it was a good chance, a part of him still resisted it. ''No. I don't want you to have to lower yourself to doing it with me just to heal me.''
IRyS smiled faintly, lips quirking up at the corners. ''I hardly have to 'lower' myself, Carver. You're a good person; always have been. Besides... I, actually wouldn't mind, doing it with you.''
The soft, almost demure tone her voice took warmed his cheeks. ''You...?''
The heterochromatic Nephilim nodded, smile soft as she leaned in. ''Mm... I've fallen for you.''
Then with a soft inhale her lips touched his. It was a gentle kiss, her lips pressing against his tenderly and without any roughness to it, giving him the space to back away should be reject her. He didn't; a shudder lancing through his body as he laid hands on her waist, kissing her back. Her pink lips were soft and inviting, perhaps owing to her demonic heritage, giving them an almost addictive, seductive quality that made it impossible to resist.
It was only when she pulled away that he found it in him to pull back too, his breathing a little heavier. ''IRyS...''
''Mm?'' The Nephilim hummed curiously, the emotion shining in her mismatched eyes; easily seen from so close.
''You sure about this?'' He felt the need to confirm despite her confession. ''You could make any man fall for you. You sure I'm the one you wanna stick around with?''
''Without a doubt.'' She whispered back reassuringly, pecking him on the lips. ''Now if you'll excuse me I'll go get some pain killers; that wound on your shoulder probably needs some extra bandages too.''
She had barely sat up before he grasped her wrist. ''You don't need to.''
''It's fine, I can-''
''You don't need to.'' Carver repeated emphatically, gazing imploringly up into her eyes.
It took IRyS a moment for it to click in her head, her cheeks reddening. ''O-Oh... right now?''
He nodded slightly, prompting IRyS to ease herself back down onto his lap. Her cheeks burned but a slight smile curled at her lips, embarrassed as she snaked her lithe arms over his shoulders and leaned down – their lips connecting with a soft, intimate smooch. His hands slid down to her waist, holding it and slowly rubbing her hips, tracing her curves. Her body felt warm against his own, the intimacy of the moment heightened by the warm dawn sunlight that spilled in through his window.
A soft smooch fluttered through the air as their lips disconnected, a breathy exhale escaping both of them as they drew apart. His eyes lingered on IRyS, gazing into her heterochromatic eyes before shifting his hands further down, his hand sliding over the fluttering fabric of her skirt and grabbing her ass – her smooth, curvy ass. IRyS pursed her lips and squirmed embarrassedly, her lips drawing close to his with a soft exhale, head tilted as she kissed him once more.
''Mm...'' IRyS hummed slowly into the kiss.
His hands dug into her rear, squeezing it and feeling the fabric of her underwear, the tip of his fingers sliding along the slightly-lacy edges as he worked his hands down to her creamy thighs, groping them too. IRyS moaned into his mouth, her voice deep and almost needy, wanting more. He gave her it; his gropes becoming stronger, his fingers digging into her flesh as he felt her up, showing a bit of roughness in their moment of intimacy.
IRyS enjoyed it. Her lips found his after a mere moment of being apart and kissed him roughly, pushing his head back slightly from the sudden vigour she put into the kiss, tempting him to reciprocate – and a groan tumbled up out of his throat when he felt her right hand slip down his front, rubbing his crotch. IRyS leaned back a bit to make room for her hand, her shoulders forwards and her butt pushing into his hands, enticing him to hold her rear and idly grope it.
''Mm- ahh...'' Carver exhaled as their lips broke apart.
Their eyes locked and they drew out the stare-off, a shiver running through him when IRyS pinched the zipper of his cargo pants, pulling it down. The slow buzz sounded so erotic in the silence, their heavy, panting breaths the only other sound present – prompting Carver to lean in and seal their lips together, devouring IRyS's wanting moan. He felt her tongue prod at his lips and he reciprocated with his own, their wet appendages pushing and wrestling together, the lewd sensation coaxing another groan out of his throat.
Until it cut short as he felt IRyS's lithe fingers slip into his pants, curling around his cock. Her long, slim fingers held his shaft gently, tugging his cock out of his boxers. His shaft stood half-erect, only getting harder by the second as IRyS stroked it, sliding her lithe fingers along his cock with sensual grace. In return Carver claimed her lips in a heated kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth and muffling IRyS's own moan, her lithe frame shuddering when he gave her ass another rough grope.
He drew away from the kiss, shifting his hands up to her skirt. ''Let's get this out of the way.''
IRyS's cheeks burned and she whispered an agreement back, letting out a cute moan when he reconnected their lips in a deep, searing kiss, dragging it out until their lungs burned for air and they felt light-headed. They broke away from the kiss with mutual gasps, cheeks flushed and only growing darker as IRyS released his cock and reached up to her dress instead, holding his gaze as she grasped her skirt, and pulled it up.
Creamy inner-thighs. Black lacy panties with rose patterns that dug into her waist. A taut, flat stomach. Visible ribs as she arched her back slightly. A matching lacy black bra that pushed up her ample bust. Smooth shoulders healed of any wounds. IRyS slid her dress up overhead and sent her dark hair fluttering, cheeks aflame as she felt his hungry eyes roam all over her, from her waist to her face. She let her dress flutter onto the bed behind her, lowering her arms back down to her sides, one hand returning to his now-throbbing cock and stroking it more.
''Mmph~'' IRyS's low moan was muffled as their lips pressed together once more; a deep, intimate kiss muting their voices.
Carver took his time to explore her, his hands running over the slightly-rough lace of her underwear; tracing the curve of her ass before going up her smooth, arched back. His hands went up further until he found the strap of her bra, running his fingers along it until he found what he presumed to be a latch, tempting him to grasp it – tugging and pulling until he felt it loosen, and then finally come undone with a click. Holding onto the two ends of the strap he slid his hands up further, tracing her shoulders with his warm palms and peeling her shoulder-straps off, feeling IRyS shudder into the kiss as he peeled her bra off of her.
Then they drew apart from the kiss, panting, and pulled her bra off fully, laying it down next to them. His gaze was drawn to her bust, admiring the plump, rounded shape of her breasts, her nipples a pale pink and perky. He cupped them; both hands coming up from below to hold her tits and sinking his fingers into her warm flesh, listening to IRyS groan embarrassedly at his touch, her breathing heavy as she reconnected their lips once more, the smooch of their lips touching preluding the tongue that prodded at his teeth.
''H-Haah...''
As their tongues started to wrestle once more he entertained himself with her chest; hefting them lightly and feeling the weight of them, using his thumbs to rub or roll her nipples about, massaging and groping her plump breasts with tender attention – his touch was as ravenous as it was gentle, toying but not bruising. IRyS moans only grew shakier at that, her voice trembling in the brief moments their lips disconnected to let them breathe.
Carver took the chance presented to him, drawing away from her lips and shifting one hand down, cupping IRyS's panty-clad rear and pushing her up a little – leaning down at the same time and taking her right nipple into his mouth. IRyS gasped at the feeling, a surprised mewl passing her pinkish lips as he sucked on the little pink nub between his lips, his free hand laying itself on her lower back to keep her steady.
''Ahh... ah...'' IRyS moaned, one hand jerking him off sensually whilst her other hand weaved through his hair, her lips pressing against his forehead as she kissed it. ''Mn... Carver...''
A wet pop answered her as his lips left her tit. He kissed along her plump, rounded tit, and then went for her other breast – flicking her nipple with his tongue before engulfing it, sucking strongly upon the sensitive nub. A whimper of pleasure answered hm, a burst of arousal shuddering up through him as IRyS released his cock and laid her hands on his chest instead, running her hands up his shirt and hiking it up bit by bit, soon forcing him to lean back so she could pull it up and over his head.
IRyS took the opportunity to slip from his grip, her hands running down his torso before she laid herself down on her front, shuffling back until her head was in his lap. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and her warm, ticklish breath washed over the head of his shaft – before her tongue dragged itself up and over the tip. The lewd sensation sent a powerful shudder through him and coaxed out a tight groan, pleasure quivering down his shaft and only growing stronger when IRyS took a second lick, her tongue wet with saliva as it dragged over the very tip.
''Mn, IRyS...'' Carver murmured, cobalt eyes watching her closely as she pulled his cargo pants and boxers down to his knees.
IRyS tilted her head, smiling bashfully up at him as she licked the tip again – her smooth lips soon pressing against the tip in a kiss, before she slid them down, engulfing the head. The heat of her mouth was addictive and briefly fried his mind; buzzing bliss travelling down his cock as IRyS took more of him into her mouth, releasing a low hum as she ran her lips down his shaft bit by bit, stopping only when just over half of his cock was within her mouth.
Then with a wet slurp she sucked back up to the tip, moaning sensually. The young man couldn't contain his pleasure-filled groan, his cock pulsing against her warm fingers as she stroked the base, guiding his cock up into her mouth with each ensuing suck. Her tongue wasn't idle either, the wet appendage lashing and slapping over the head of his cock, doing little laps around it or teasing the underside, the endless assault of stimulation leaving the swollen head hot and tingly.
''Mm... Mmph...'' Lips slid down his shaft more, smearing saliva into his twitching girth.
IRyS uncurled her fingers, pushing herself deeper and deeper, each inch becoming more difficult for IRyS as she deep-throated him, the tip of his cock prodding the back of her throat. Carver shuddered, laying a hand on her head of dark red hair and held her down, hissing in pleasure as she kept his whole shaft within her mouth – before with a wet grunt she pulled back, her silky hair sliding through his fingers as her pursed lips slurped up his cock, and then popped off, allowing her to gasp in some air.
''...there...'' IRyS breathed, putting her hands beneath herself and sitting back up, cheeks rosy. ''...it's wet enough now...''
With those whispered words IRyS sat up on her knees, demure as she laid her hands on his shoulders – being careful to be extra gentle on his left shoulder, given the bandages there. Carver lustfully ran his eyes over her chest before looking lower, both of his hands shifting to her ass and giving it a grope. IRyS bit her bottom lip, letting out an aroused breath as he slid his hands up to her smooth back, then slid his fingers down under the waistband of her panties, groping her bare ass and pushing her underwear down with the back of his hands.
He slowly pushed them down until they reached her thighs, falling down to her knees on their own. IRyS stepped out of them, cheeks aflame as she shifted onto his lap with the same motion, her beautiful body laid bare to him – only her stockings and arm-warmers left to clad her body, yet they only emphasised her nudity and enhanced her allure, rather than detract from it. As such Carver couldn't hope to take his eyes off of IRyS, both hands remaining on her ass as he guided her into position, pushing his face into her neck.
''Ah~'' IRyS quivered when he nipped at her neck. ''Mn...''
He kissed the little bite better, shifting one hand to her waist and the other to her lower back. IRyS took the hint, her breathing hot against his head as she reached down between their flushed bodies and grasped at the head of his cock, guiding it up and pressing it against her smooth folds, gently rocking her hips and grinding against the tip. She held onto him a little more, fingers curling in and her lips pressing against his head in what he realised was nervousness. She was a virgin.
Carver responded by releasing her waist, slipping his hand down over hers and entwining their fingers. IRyS squeezed his hand back, and when he drew himself out of her neck he found a soft, tender smile waiting for him, her mismatched eyes warm. Then as their eyes remained locked they both guided his cock to her entrance, the tip pressing against her – before IRyS lowered herself down onto him.
''M-Mm...!'' IRyS squeezed his hand tight.
The young man hissed; burning pleasure searing his cock as he slid into IRyS, her searing vaginal walls smothering the head of his cock. More of his cock disappeared between her lower lips, inch after inch of his shaft pushing into her formerly-virgin pussy and prying her tight insides apart, until soon his full length was buried within her – their pelvises touching as he was up to the hilt in her. The fullness left his mind dazed with pleasure; IRyS's low mewl the one thing that stirred him out of said daze.
''Does it hurt?'' Carver murmured questioningly.
IRyS sucked in a soft breath, resting her forehead against his. ''A little. I've never done this before...''
Carver whispered a soft reassurance, kissing her on the lips; holding her hand until her the pain lessened and her grip loosened. At that he untangled his hand from hers, shifting both hands to her thighs, his fingers digging into the back of her legs as he gently lifted her up. IRyS shuddered with the movement, her inner walls tightly pressing down upon his cock, but managed to get up to the tip without making a sound of pain; slowly easing herself back down a moment later.
Their lips met in another kiss a moment later, muting their mutual moans as IRyS began to ride him. She was slow about it, her pussy like a vice as she bobbed up-and-down, every slightly twitch of his cock eliciting a soft mewl or shuddering exhale from IRyS. As the discomfort began to wane however she got more confident, her hips getting used to the rolling motions and her hands sliding down his back, her fine nails running over his flesh in a not-quite scratching motion, the touch arousing nonetheless.
''Ah... ah... ah...'' Soft, rhythmic moans fluttered out past IRyS's lips each time she pushed herself down onto his cock, his shaft becoming slick with her arousal. ''Carver...''
Gently Carver raised his own hips to meet hers, groaning against her lips as he sheathed himself within her sooner than either expected – a shaky gasp from IRyS telling of her own pleasure. She leaned back a bit, her hands sliding over his shoulders and her right one dropping down to her side, leaving only her left to hold onto his shoulder. Her leaning position gave him a plentiful view of her front, watching her plump breasts heave with each laboured breath she drew. His gaze inevitably went lower, lust simmering within him as he watched his cock disappeared between her glistening folds, his cock fitting snugly within her.
''Mn...'' IRyS leaned forwards again, wrapping both arms around his neck – burying her face into his neck. ''D-Does it feel... good...?''
''Very.'' He murmured right into her ear, feeling her tense around him from the sensation.
She leaned back out of his neck and he shifted one hand up, holding the back of her neck and pulling he down into a kiss. IRyS moaned into his mouth, slowing her hips long enough for them to share a kiss before she soon broke it off, gasping in a breath and picking up speed. Carver groaned and bucked his hips up to meet her movements, his cock scraping against her tight inner walls and their flesh smacking together erratically, the disjointed claps of wet flesh music to his ears.
Soft little gasps joined the sound, tempting him to thrust up more; slapping his cock into her wet heat. The longer they went at it the tighter she got, gripping his pulsing shaft with her vaginal walls and searing his nerves. He took pride in his stamina but being inside of IRyS made it feel so limited, his breathing growing rough and ragged as heat climbed up his cock, his balls tightening as pressure mounted within his girth.
''Mm... hah, Carver...'' IRyS trembled as she spoke the words, lips meshing against his between words. ''I-I can't keep going... m-much longer...''
''I can't either.'' He bit back, kissing her roughly – shuddering at the hot moan she released against his lips.
His admission seemed to turn IRyS on; her smooth hips rolling with greater vigour than before, lifting and dropping herself onto his cock like her life depended on it. The wet friction coaxed out no small number of groans and grunts from his throat, the searing warmth within his cock pulsing and throbbing for release. He bucked his hips and she slapped herself back down, their lips drifting apart momentarily, their eyes meeting and leaving their lips just an inch apart. Waiting for the big moment, for the explosion they so desperately craved to happen in unison.
''Ah, ah, Carver, I, oh- ah-!'' IRyS's insides tightened up-
-before the moment arrived. Heat finally rushed up his cock as his muscles gave in, her vaginal walls pressing down upon his cock – and with a hot, unified moan their mouths mashed together in a hungry kiss, stifling IRyS's sharp cry and his low moan as they orgasmed together. Powerful spasms rippled through IRyS's body, her hips jerking and buckling as his cum spurted deep into her womanhood, every squeeze of her insides coaxing out another spurt of seed that painted her spasming insides a milky white.
Their orgasmed waned, a shudder running through both of them as they came down from their mutual highs. IRyS slowed her rolling hips down, easing herself down from her powerful orgasm until she came to a stop, breaking off the unforgettable kiss with a gasp. Both were left gulping in lungfuls of air, the occasional moan or groan escaping alongside them as pleasurable sparks and shudders ran through them, their joined parts nearly numb from the intensity of their climaxes.
''Hah... haah...'' IRyS panted heavily, resting her forehead against his. ''Ahh...''
Carver chuckled breathlessly, oddly amused by the cutely-breathless look on her face. His own must've been amusing as well as IRyS giggled lightly as well for no real reason, their smiling lips finding each other's in another kiss.
''Mmph~'' IRyS pushed against his chest, leaning forwards.
The young man didn't resist and let himself fall back against the pillows, his hands grabbing IRyS's waist. As they made out his hands travelled all over her lower half, giving her ass a firm grope or squeezing at her thighs, all but bruising them with his rough, almost possessive grip. IRyS just moaned at his touch, her nails running over his collarbone and down his chest, not leaving marks but coming very close to.
Perhaps in future, kinkier stuff such as that would be an option. He certainly wouldn't mind her scratching him up if she was up for him holding her a little too roughly to leave her skin unblemished.
For now though intimacy was the only thing on his mind, something that tempted him to hold her rear and roll them over, muffling her moan with a kiss. His cock was still buried snugly within her sex, something he reminded of her as it throbbed against her inner walls – distracting her from the sensation by breaking off the kiss and going for her neck instead. Pinned beneath him IRyS couldn't avoid his hungry lips; moaning into his ear as he nibbled along her creamy flesh, kissing the little nibbles better, working his way up and along her jawline, kissing all the way to her chin, and then sealing his lips against hers.
''Mm~'' IRyS moaned into his mouth as he reared his hips back, his cock slowly sliding out of her creampied pussy-
-before he plunged right back in.
''Mm- ah?!'' IRyS buckled in surprise, cheeks afire when he broke off the kiss. ''Y-You're still hard?''
''Hard to not be.'' Carver murmured against her lips, relishing the hot blush it coaxed out of IRyS.
Anything IRyS wanted to say melted into an incoherent moan as he pushed himself back into her, stuffing her with his cock. Her velvety inner walls smothered his shaft, his heightened sensitivity making the sensation feel twice as intense as before – encouraging him to thrust into his lover more, his lips mashing hungrily against hers. IRyS ran her hands all over him, her nails teasing past his collarbone before looping over to his back, a lustful moan quivering off of her tongue as she felt up his shoulder blades.
Her hands went lower, holding him just above his waist and pulling him down; her womanhood tightening around him when he sheathed himself inside her swifter than before. Emboldened Carver shifted his hands, planting them on either side of her and beginning to outright pound her, their flesh loudly slapping together. In response IRyS untangled her arms from around him and slid them up instead, mewling as she grabbed the pillow under her head, holding onto it with clutching fingers.
''Ah, ah, a-ah~'' Breathless, sexy moans tumbled out of IRyS's mouth each time the tip of his cock hit her innermost parts, the impact rocking her body lightly. ''Faster, faster...!''
Carver obliged, grunting as he leaned upright and grabbed her sides – and then began to slam into her. IRyS gasped at first but her voice soon melted into a hot moan dripping with satisfaction, her inner walls tightening sharply around his pulsing cock, the friction only encouraging him to slide in-and-out of her, feeling her insides conform to the shape of his thrusting shaft. He changed the pace up as he pleased, pounding himself balls-deep into her before swapping to a shorter pace, thrusting just the top half of his cock into her before rearing back again.
IRyS let him known how she felt about that; an endless string of gasps, moans and mewls filling the room, the sound bouncing off his bedroom walls and ringing in his ears. His own grunts joined it, as did the wet smacking of flesh, his cock stirring up her quivering, cum-filled insides, pushing some of his seed out with every other thrust – the lewd sensation only encouraging Carver to fuck her harder, something IRyS encouraged with a throaty cry.
''Mn!'' Then with a grunt he leaned down, mashing his lips against hers suddenly but not unwantedly – a muffled moan escaping IRyS as she grabbed the back of his head with one hand, holding him into the kiss.
He pressed himself into her, his thrusts becoming shorter but faster – tempting IRyS to wrap her lithe legs around his waist, preventing him from pulling out. The thought only heightened Carver's lust, the clapping of flesh echoing louder and louder as the tempo quickened, their moans interspersed with deep, searing kissing that stifled their voices only partially. Their heads tilted and shifted as they kissed; her chin tilting down and making him go with her, or her head tilting one way and his the other, both endlessly mixing it up and getting off on the novelty of it.
''A-Ah...'' IRyS breathed against his lips, voice trembling. ''I-I'm almost there again... a-are you...?''
''Nearly.'' He grunted back, kissing her.
IRyS mewled, releasing the back of his head and cupping his cheeks instead, dragging out the kiss. The moment both broke apart for air Carver took her wrists and pinned both of them above her head, their lips messily meshing even as his cock pushed and pulsed against her innermost parts, the anticipation alone nearly making IRyS orgasm prematurely, her muscles quivering and tensing as she held out, waiting, wanting, needing.
A need sated as Carver slammed himself into her one more time, his cock filling every inch of her quivering womanhood – before he came inside her. Molten warmth splattered inside of her and IRyS cried out, seeing white and losing herself in the numbing heat that enveloped her lower half. She spasmed, she buckled, she pushed and rocked her hips; she went mad for a single, blissful moment, caught in the throes of climax.
''Ah... ahh...''
Muscle slowly relaxed, until with a low moan IRyS went slack against the sheets, her skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat and her legs trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. The warm dawn light that spilled into the room seemed brighter and the scent of sex lingered heavily in the air, a scent she found not unpleasant, not least because of the origin of it.
''Mm...'' Clarity returned to the Nephilim as Carver slowly pulled out, eliciting a moan from IRyS.
The young man laid down next to her, one hand idly coming to rest on her stomach. Not a word was said but IRyS smiled adoringly all the same; tilting her head until she was resting it affectionately against his.
''Feel better?'' IRyS softly inquired.
Carver blinked slightly, his cheeks reddening when he remembered exactly why they had even gotten into this situation. A cursory check, however, surprised him.
He felt lighter. It wasn't a physical sensation, nor was there any physical injury that would tell of his condition – but a simple look inwards at his soul revealed that the strain previously there was gone, like a muscle that had finally gotten a much-needed rest and a massage to boot. Whatever intimate energies shared during their act had healed away the worst of his strain, and though there was still a little there, it wasn't dangerous any more. He could probably go another year overusing his magic before he was reduced to his prior state.
''You're a miracle worker.'' Carver murmured.
IRyS blushed, giggling sheepishly. ''W-Well, I'm half-Angel, so I sort of am...?''
Carver chuckled in agreement, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. ''My Angel, now.''
IRyS squeaked, face blossoming into a beautiful red hue – his laughter continuing up until she whacked him on the chest, pouting.
And by the time the morning sun rose up fully into the sky, the newly-formed couple would be fast asleep, sprawled beneath the cosy sheets.
[END]