Chapter 24, Lust.
Warning: Suggestive/Mature Content
The meeting between Johann and Ms. Kirigakure droned on well into the night. Frustrated and exhausted, the girl finally gave up, turning off the television and tossing down the remote with a huff. She decided to take a quick shower and go to bed, instead of waiting for the headmaster to be done with his meeting with that woman—with her big lips, and great hair, and huge tits, and her barely-wearing-any-clothes-self. She wasn't even going to let her mind run rampant on what the meeting upstairs could entail; it just seemed pointless to her to hope to get some time with him at such a late hour.
She grumbled all the way to bed, flopping on the luxurious guest room mattress and pulling the comforter up and over herself, letting the noiseless room carry her off into sleep. After some time, the muffled exchange of words trailed down the stairwell and echoed almost inaudibly throughout the commons area, and down the hall, slipping into the open door to the bedroom where she lay. She nuzzled into the linens more, just on the cusp of falling into a deep slumber when the voices caressed her ears; she could hear the noises off in the distance, but they weren't quite registering as she lulled off into a slow, deep breathing.
The mansion fell quiet as the silver moon peeked through the silk curtains. The air around her changed slightly, but not enough for her to take notice – not until she began to feel the covers slowly shifting on the side of the bed, closest to the bedroom door. She took in a deep, sleepy breath as the mattress slowly depressed behind her repeatedly, getting closer and closer. It was then that the feeling of something skimming down her shoulder, to her waist, met her; alarmed by the touch, she began to wake up enough to be coherent. She drew in a sharp breath as goosebumps rose over her body, and glanced over her shoulder for a second only to see the image of Johann behind her, propping himself up with his other arm.
"What are you doing in the guest room, little flower?" he cooed in a hushed tone, pulling his necktie off.
"Sleeping," she said a blunt tone, closing her eyes.
A wandering hand moved back up her sides and made their way to her neck, pulling her mess of damp hair away from her face and exposing the peach membrane beneath it. His fingers grazed along her edges until they made it up to her jaw, where he enticed her to turn her face to him. "Without me?" he asked with a sultry pout in his voice.
"You were in a meeting. It was taking forever," she replied, closing her eyes once more and trying to lay her head back down on the pillow, in a feeble attempt to display her displeasure.
He could only find her grouchy protest absolutely endearing. Grabbing her more firmly, he rolled her over so she lay flat and look at him once more. "You still could have waited for me in my room," his lips curled into a grin as he propped himself up higher above her. "Maybe put on something cute, eh?" He raised a brow over keen eyes.
Her face became red as a traffic light, and her body seared as he hovered, which she tried to play off nonchalantly, sticking her nose in the air and looking off to the side, away from him. "Or, you could have that half-naked girl put something on for you. If you're into that sort of thing."
Johann chuckled lightly at her words, dismissing them altogether. How adorable was this human, getting so jealous of another woman taking his time away from her, he thought. "Do you feel threatened?"
"No!" she barked, her head still turned off to the side. "Just saying, if you're in to Tits-McGee, maybe you should have had her stay over."
He then made a sudden, efficient move, pushing her knees with his own and positioned himself between both of her legs. Her orbs darted to the man with a devious look upon his face, as he closed in on her bare shoulder, nibbling on it lightly. Her skin raised in bumps once more as her senses heightened. Looking up at her, their eyes met. "Have I not made it clear that I am 'into' you?" he spoke lowly, his breath grazing across her skin for the short moment, before he resumed nipping at her shoulder, moving to her collar bones, and to the nape of her neck. Somehow, he hit a spot then caused her to let out a quiet sigh, which only seemed to encourage him more.
His mouth moved down her form, using his breath to his advantage – when her muscles tightened in anticipation, he met her supple skin with a light graze of his sharp teeth, and he delighted at the feeling of her body curling beneath him as he explored, lifting her shirt and nipping at her ribs and her curves. Coming to her hip, he paused, letting his lips drift across her, until he felt her pelvis rock as something came over her. He answered by flicking his tongue across her skin and raking his teeth frivolously across her hip bone, only to have her thighs clench around him. He tittered at her reactions, soaking them up like a sponge eager to be doused for the first time.
He continued to make his way down, breathing heavily over her thighs and down towards her knee, while his hand trickled down the other side of her curves toward her pelvis. As he ran his tongue and teeth back up her thigh, kissing and nipping in just the right places, his hand slipped under her other leg, wrapping around it tightly. She drew in a deep breath, only for his teeth to come down onto the fleshy part of her inner thigh – and release before it broke skin. Her body went into an engorging spasm as a raspy, labored squeal escaped from her lungs, and her legs constricted around his crown as a hand plunged deep into his locks. Moving his eyes up to her face, he relished in seeing her head tilt backwards as she heaved, his breath hot over her womanhood. ]Sliding his fingers across her hips, they gripped onto the waistband of her shorts, and began to slide them down—only to be interrupted when the fingers twisted within his hair dragged his head up to hers.
Her sparkling eyes were wide, and her face was flushed bright as she exhaled a shaky, nervous breath. Pulling in his bottom lip, he slowly pushed his hips into her, grazing his hard member against her, so he might admire the expression on her face as she gasped in a slight moan. Her fingers burrowed into his mane and back as he did, and he let out a breathy chuckle as he smirked; how much more lovely could a single human be. Her apprehensive eyes darted across his face, and he leaned in close, placing his lips upon hers. A shockwave pulsed through her system, causing her whole body to be tense, but she quickly became enveloped in the moment, and shared in a deep kiss with the man she had been admiring for so long. The feeling of his pelvis push into hers once more caused her to break the embrace as she gasped deeply, her body overwhelmed with a surging feeling.
How he wanted her, this sweet, fragile human; how he wanted to make her his own.
As his hands made their move to begin removing clothing, images of the demon from earlier that morning flashed though her vision, causing her to jolt and push her arms against Johann a tad. He stopped in his tracks, peering down at the girl who was obviously uneasy, and stopped everything.
"I-I'm sorry.." she stuttered quietly.
His eyes softened as he tucked her hair behind her ear, rubbing his gloved thumb across her cheek. "No, its okay," he whispered, hoping to offer the girl some form of reassurance. If it wasn't the time, it wasn't the time; he had waited this long already, so a little longer wouldn't bother him as much as she worried.
She furrowed her brow below him as her eyes drifted off the bed, and her body slumped, defeated. Her chin was then brought up by this thumb and index finger, where he laid a lengthy, soft kiss upon her lips.
(Author: Be patient, my angels~)
