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Truth

Damon yawned, covering his mouth with his left hand, his right arm tightening its hold on the form sleeping against his side. He set his left hand back on top of hers, looking down at Mizore. She was smiling pleasantly, cuddled into his side in her snowflake-themed pajamas, her right hand resting on his abdomen, his own hand gently lacing its fingers with hers, and her left arm was pinned between them. Damon himself was wearing a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants, long johns under them, and wool stockings that were tucked in between the two layers.

He smiled as he took in her beauty. Never in his entire life had he ever imagined that he'd not only fall in love, but also be able to be loved back. That just didn't happen with Fire Devils. Especially not with Yuki Onna. His parents would be so ashamed.

His smile slipped for a moment, until Mizore, apparently sensing his mood starting to fall, made a soft whimpering, humming sound and slipped her left arm under him, curling herself into him tighter, smiling to herself and pulling his mood back up instantly. He smiled, reaching down and gently kissing her forehead, the prickling burn of her cold flesh against his super-heated one sending pins and needles through his brain. Mizore hummed pleasantly, and he pulled back enough to look down at her as her dazzling, ice-blue eyes peered up at him adoringly from her perfect, angelic face. She smiled softly, pulling the sucker out of her mouth before reaching up and kissing him, Damon taking a long breath as her icy lips and tongue sent pins and needles through his head again, an intoxicatingly pleasant chill running through his body, which instinctively turned toward her, his arm pulling her tighter to him.

Mizore whimpered as the sting of his heated skin against hers radiated through her nerve endings from her lips to her brain, then again as he tightened his hold on her, turning toward her. She interlocked their legs, the arm around him pulling her still closer, Mizore letting out a shaky breath as their tongues swirled together, the slight stinging burn of his heat meeting her cold sending a constant wave of sensations to his brain, which responded by sending an entirely different heat shooting through her, pooling in her gut and growing quickly into a blaze. She moaned lowly as her leg shifted up slightly and found something solid. Damon groaned, hips instinctively pressing into her leg, only to pull them back a moment later, pulling back from the kiss, both of them breathing hard. He pressed his forehead against hers, earning a hum of approval, and remained there, trying to regain his breath and self-control.

"I love you," he said finally. "You and your minty fresh morning breath."

Mizore giggled, putting the sucker back in her mouth. "Yuki Onna perks. Besides, it's not like you can be jealous of me for not having morning breath. You taste like hot chocolate, cinnamon buns, and a hint of wood smoke. I never thought wood smoke would taste good."

He laughed. "Aside from the wood smoke, which is a side effect of breathing fire, our physiology makes us taste like whatever our current partner enjoys."

"Mhm, sure it does," Mizore said, giving him and unimpressed look, only for him to smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, you're serious?"

"I am," he nodded. "According to the memories I passed down from my ancestors to me through my father, our species was the one that taught the Succubi how to seduce humans and monsters rather than the Succubi simply raping things. We're the ones that turned them into prostitutes. Just don't tell Kurumu that."

"Really?" Mizore asked. "But, I thought Fire Devils were basically the rulers of Hell."

"Well...almost," Damon said. "There's still Satan, but not everyone worships or follows him, and he's generally locked up, after he got cast out of Heaven. But yeah, we're the strongest now, but we used to be weak. We used to be nothing but overgrown lizards, the vermin of Hell. When we taught Succubi to seduce things, it was a part of an agreement where we teach them to hunt more easily, and in exchange they teach us to fight. We were that low. Then one of the Fire Devils left Hell to try to find a way to be strong, and eventually learned to fight from a Vampire and Werewolf, both of them only after swearing to ally the Fire Devils to them once we became powerful. They both taught him to turn his Supernatural Energy into speed and strength respectively. Then he eventually came back to Hell and taught the rest of us. Then a bunch of them left to learn martial arts from humans. Then taught that to the rest of the species. And then we began to fight the weaker species of Hell. Not weaker than us, but weaker than the previous ruling species. We never wiped out the other species that we fought, but we dropped them to about half their population by killing half the males, and raping and impregnating half the females, which then boosted our own species' numbers, as well as killing any females that had our children. Then we moved on to the next race. Eventually the strongest race at the time decided to put us down and exterminate us."

"What race?" Mizore asked.

"The Kishin," Damon said. "They were once known as Demon Lords. Or Demon Gods, from time to time. And then there was their partner species the Yasha. The two of them came after us in order to stop us upsetting the balance of Hell. In reality, it wasn't really that special for a species to revolt, but they didn't want us to gain the numbers or the power necessary to overthrow them. We weren't strong enough at the time, so they began to win. So we learned to strategize, and we began to fight on more equal ground. And the more we fought, the stronger we grew. But then they stopped treating us like animals and fought us as equals. We couldn't win, so we called on the Succubi for help. The Succubi agreed and began to seduce their men in order to kill them, and seduce their women for us to impregnate. And we began to win easily from there. Eventually, what few had survived, fled. And suddenly hell was ours. the Fire Devils had the numbers, the power, and the fear to rule without question. And then we broke our vows. We ignored the Vampires and Werewolves when they were being hunted by humanity, we refused to make the Succubi our partner species, and instead cast them down to be prostitutes once again, but this time we made prostitutes the lowest class, only one place above the vermin we used to be, rather than Succubi being able to go where they liked, including mingling with the upper class races, now they went where they were ordered, and they were treated as we once were. And we didn't care. We began to fight inward, slaughtering ourselves until one Fire Devil declared himself king, and used his prodigious power to break the rest of the Fire Devils' will, bringing them into line. And then we began to look for other species to fight. It didn't matter who. We had grown arrogant, but we knew that if we didn't fight, we'd grow weak again, and then we'd be back where we began. So we fought."

Mizore hummed thoughtfully, her head laying on his chest during the story. However, after a moment, she lifted her head, wanting to ask something, only to set it back down again.

"It wasn't your kind's fault," Damon said, Mizore looking up at him. "The war with the Fire Devils. It was never your kind's fault. By the time I was born, our kind had already driven yours to the brink of extinction. I was taught that it had started because your kind had attacked us, being our natural opposite, and that you killed our king in your surprise attack, so we fought you. I fought as well. During the war, I perfected my method of amplifying my power, the one I taught Cocoa. I perfected my martial arts. And I enjoyed the fighting. I loved the thrill of risking my life against a species that could kill us as easily as we could kill them. And I was good at it. I personally killed even more than my mother and father, who led every battle. And then my grandfather died. My father gained his memories, and I overheard him explaining the war's origins with my father. your kind had never attacked ours. We burned your species' once great empire's capital. There was no provocation. We wanted a war. We wanted to fight. So we attacked. And your species, a proud, peace-loving society who valued beauty and family above all else, pleaded for peace. They pleaded with us to spare them, and offered us half of their empire, along with a quarter of their women, all volunteers, as a peace offering. Instead, we burned a third of their empire. And so, the Yuki Onna fought back."

Mizore covered her mouth, eyes watering.

"After hearing that, I was...conflicted," Damon said. "I loved fighting, but knowing that we were fighting a war based on a lie, my resolve was shaken. Then, the next battle, one of my three brothers was killed. Then another. Then my younger sister, who I had always cared for while my mother and father were busy with the war. Then my only friend turned against our species in favor of protecting the Yuki Onna. He was a genius. Where my scales are thirty times harder than a normal monster's bones, his were forty five times stronger, only one Fire Devil has had stronger. And his strength was almost on level with a Vampire's. My last brother fought him and died. So I fought him. And as I killed him, I truly understood that War truly is hell. I had lost all of my siblings. I killed my best friend by my own hand. I had murdered hundreds of thousands of Yuki Onna, if not more. And all of it was based off of a lie. As my friend was dying, he told me that he didn't care who started the war. He had fallen in love with the Snow Priestess, and he had come to believe that we were wrong to fight the war, even when the Yuki Onna continued to beg for peace at the beginning of every battle, something which had always annoyed me before then.

"I couldn't understand why he would love a Yuki Onna, even if I knew the truth about the war. So I left to find the Snow Priestess. And when I met her, she showed me a vision. She showed me peace. And she showed me you."

"Me?" Mizore asked.

Damon nodded. "She showed me that I would be friends with a Yuki Onna, and that I would spend my life protecting her. So, I sent you mother a letter. The Snow Priestess had already told her about the vision, which, come to find out, was really just a trick, and had told her to negotiate on behalf of the Yuki Onna with me, to come to an agreement and end the war. Your mother was...skeptical, to say the least. Fairly so, given who I was. But, we made an agreement. I'd protect the Yuki Onna for as long as I live, and once you were born, as a selfish request of your mother's, I'd spend my life protecting you, as the Snow Priestess said. In exchange, the Yuki Onna would agree to a peace between our species, and wouldn't seek retribution for the wrongs of our species during the war, including the war itself. I agreed, and told my parents what I'd been doing. I pleaded with them to stop the war, to agree to the peace treaty with the Yuki Onna. I begged them both to admit that we were wrong and apologize for what we did. But they refused. They disowned me and ordered the eradication of the remaining Yuki Onna. One final bloodbath. Instead of slowly whittling your species away to nothing, he ordered a scorched earth eradication. Burn everything away all at once. So, I stopped it. I fought and killed both of my parents. Then with their deaths, I ordered all of our forces to stop the attack and withdraw back to Hell. I ended the war, and I formally apologized for our species' actions. Then I returned to Hell as well.

"I refused to take the throne, though. I said I could rule just fine as a Prince, and that the title of King was simply a fancy name for the same thing. Eventually, your mother told me that you had been born, and I began to protect you from a distance. Eventually, you left the Yuki Onna to join mixed-attendance schools, and I followed you as an upper classman, again guarding you without you knowing it. But...somewhere along the way, I understood my friend's feelings. Because somewhere along the way, as I watched you grow from a little runt of a snowgirl into a beautiful angel, I fell in love with you. Somehow, your mother knew. And she made me swear to never allow you to have romantic feelings about me. I swore to stay away from you. So I did. For as long as I could."

"Why didn't you ever tell me about the war?" Mizore asked. "Or about how it ended?"

"It was just easier if you didn't know," Damon said. "I didn't want to admit how much I had sacrificed for you. For a while, it was fine. But then, as those two Fire Devils at the school's festival said, a new family claimed the throne, meaning to restart the war. So I went home while the school was closed, and I slaughtered them. Father, mother, sons, daughters. I slaughtered them all. And then I claimed the throne I never wanted. The throne was for those who was committed atrocities. I wanted nothing to do with it. But I didn't have any choice. To keep the rest of them in line, I took my place as King."

Mizore nodded, watching him sadly for a few seconds before reaching up and kissing him. "I'm sorry you had to suffer and sacrifice so much for me. But thank you for saving my people."

"I'm just sorry I didn't do it sooner," Damon said.

Mizore shook her head, smiling. "If you had, we might have never met. I'm happy we met. I can't imagine what my life would have been like without you. I love you."

Damon smiled, kissing her, and she whimpered before settling into the kiss, Damon holding her close. He felt himself quickly starting to have to fight to keep his breathing even as he kissed her, tingling chills racing over his body like the shimmering light of the sun on something just below the ocean's surface. After a few moments, one of her legs slid up against him again and he groaned, splaying his hands on her back to keep from hurting her by squeezing her too hard. She was playing with fire, sort of literally, without even realizing it. After a moment, Mizore pulled back from the kiss, but only so that she could move down and begin to place icy kisses along his neck, sending shivers along his spine as his breath hitched and stuttered in and out of him. His hands fisted in her shirt as his right leg slid up, pressing firmly into her, pulling a moan from Mizore's lips as she shifted her hips, dragging herself along his thigh.

"M-Mizore," Damon forced out, trying to pull her away, to try to stop her, only for his hands to fail to respond properly, instead ripping the back of her shirt wide open. "Shit!"

Mizore moaned hungrily, grinding herself into his thigh harder, attacking his neck more deliberately as she reached back and grabbed his hands, pulling them under the remains of her shirt, now hanging off of her body. His hands met the bare skin of her breasts, her tank-top undershirt having been ripped apart as well, and Mizore not wearing a bra, and Damon let out a short breath, beginning to knead them, Mizore moaning loudly, reaching up and ripping the remains of her shirts off. She sat up, staring down at him, icy eyes clouded with desire, a light flush of color on her pale face, and Damon couldn't help but drink in her form, hands stilling momentarily as he stared in awe at the angel seated atop him. Her beautiful purple hair, her startlingly blue eyes, the light blush dusting her cheeks, her C-cup breasts that her shirt hid the true perfection of, her cherry-blossom-pink areolas and straining nipples, her smooth, flat stomach. She was absolutely perfect in every way. However, after a moment, his brain finally managed to catch up to the situation and his eyes softened, creasing around the corners.

"Mizore...I...We can't...I can't give you..."

"I know," Mizore said, eyes focusing a bit as she smiled down at him. "I know we can't. But we don't have to have children to have sex. I want to be with you. I don't care about not being able to have your children right now. We can figure that out later."

Damon stared up at her, eyes watering slightly before he sat up, kissing her passionately, Mizore returning the kiss equally with a contented sigh. As they continued to kiss, Damon quickly shed his own clothes, pulling her tight against hi body and hissing at the sting of her flesh pressing against his, Mizore whimpering at the same, only to press into him tighter. Finally, she pressed a hand to his chest, gently pushing him back down before raising her hips and lining herself up over his erection, then slowly sank down onto him, whimpering as he began to stretch her tunnel, slipping past her freshly shaved lips centimeter by centimeter, Mizore whimpering in pain and discomfort as his prick slowly forced itself further and further into her. Just as he felt resistance, she suddenly slammed her hips downward, embedding him fully inside of her and crying out in pain, her hands clenching at his sides as tears fell from her eyes. He sat up immediately, kissing them away before capturing her lips in a gentle, comforting kiss. His left hand cupped her face, holding her tenderly as his right rested on her hip, his thumb sliding down the smooth skin of her pelvis before finding her clit and rubbing her lightly. Mizore whimpered, but as he continued, he could feel a little bit of a hungry edge slipping into the kiss. Finally, she shifted her hips against him and sucked in a breath before letting out a weak moan.

"I-I think I'm...okay to move," Mizore said.

"Don't force yourself, alright?" Damon asked. "Take your time."

Mizore smiled and nodded, kissing him for a minute before pushing him down gently. Once he was laying down again, his thumb continuing to lightly rub her clit, she began to raise her hips, whimpering slightly, before lowering herself back onto him, moaning softly as he once again filled her. She began to move her hips a little faster, keeping her movements slow but smooth, releasing him from her folds until only the very tip of his head remained inside of her before sinking back down to envelop him fully. As she continued to move, her juices began to coat him more and more, soon washing away the thin trickle of blood that had proven the full gravity of her choice to be with him.

Damon tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensations she was sending through him, rather than his body desperately fighting to speed up, to take over and have his way with her. He wouldn't let his body control him. She had chosen him over Tsukune, despite knowing full well that that meant she would never bear children, and she was giving him her virginity, so he was going to let her decide when to speed up. His soul purpose was to make sure she enjoyed it.

Mizore stopped suddenly and he opened his eyes, looking up at her. "Can we try something else? My legs are going to get tired too fast this way."

Damon smiled and nodded, rolling them over and kissing her. "Is it alright if I go a little faster?"

Mizore nodded. "Just be gentle, please."

"Of course," Damon smiled, kissing her again as he began to thrust into her, starting with the same slow pace she'd been using before allowing himself to speed up slowly.

As he continued to speed up, he payed close attention to Mizore, slowing back down slightly any time she tensed or flinched. His hand slid down and inward, his thumb beginning to rub her clit lightly. Mizore moaned into his mouth, rocking her hips and he began to speed up again. Slowly, her pain began to fade until he was able to thrust into her quickly and with a bit more force. Damon's left hand slid up her side, then along her right arm before slipping into her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. As he did, he felt Mizore beginning to tense beneath him, her muscles coiling up in preparation for release.

"D...Damon!" Mizore gasped. "S...Something's..."

"It's alright," Damon said, pressing kisses along her neck, sucking at her icy flesh. "Let it. Just let it come."

Mizore gasped in a desperate breath before he switched to quick, shallow thrusts, only pulling out about half way before plunging back into her with more force than before. Mizore snapped instantly, crying out in pleasure as she came, insides spasming and undulating around him, milking his cock in a desperate attempt to make him finish with her. As he continued to thrust into her, Mizore's cries continued, and his name leapt from her lips before her free hand grabbed him by the back of the head, yanking him into a desperate, hungry kiss, which he returned in kind. However, he didn't stop moving, instead only speeding up, alternating between short fast thrusts, long smooth ones, and ramming himself into her roughly at random, keeping her body from adjusting to anything. Mizore's legs locked around his waist as her left arm wrapped around his torso under his right arm, clutching at his back as he continued to thrust into her, his right hand continuing to give her clit more than enough attention to make sure she enjoyed her first time, and his left remaining in her right, which squeezed it in a death grip. He felt her next orgasm beginning to build, her muscles once again coiling up beneath him. And he felt his own climax beginning to build as well. He'd probably outlast her again, but not by much. He formed his tail, pulling her legs out from behind him so that he could pull out when he needed to, then returned his focus to the task at hand, his tail wrapping affectionately around one of her legs.

After about another minute, Mizore came again. This time, however, her insides clenched tighter, and her juices began to squirt out around his erection. Damon groaned, feeling his own pleasure spike at the added sensation of her already vice-like grip on his shaft clamping down even harder. Within a handful more thrusts, he snapped, jerking his hips back and only barely managing to escape from her tunnel before his erection erupted, his seed instead painting her stomach and the underside of her breasts. Mizore's left hand wrapped around his erection almost the moment he was free of her tunnel, pumping him vigorously and making sure he emptied himself completely before slowing her hand's movements to a stop. She released his member and brought her hand to her mouth, licking a small bit of his seed from her fingers and humming thoughtfully, the rest of his seed freezing, then crumbling into oblivion. Damon rolled, laying on his back and pulling Mizore on top of himself, Mizore kissing him again before slipping her sucker back into her mouth as she set her head on his chest. Damon smiled, wrapping his arms around her and reveled at the sting of the contact.

"I love you Mizore," Damon smiled, tucking his face into her hair.

"I love you too," Mizore said, kissing his chest. "I'm tired now."

Damon chuckled. "So am I. Should we have a lazy day?"

Mizore smiled and nodded.

"Alright then," Damon smiled, rolling onto his side and curling around her possessively, his tail snaking around her waist.

Both of them closed their eyes and pressed closer together as they drifted off, loving the pain of their unnatural union.

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