Chapter 33, Passion.
Warning: Highly Mature Content
(Author: Sorry Guys~! This one is rated M/NC-17, too! By reading on, you are confirming you are of age!)
"So what is this all about, then?" she asked, flustered.
He watched her, carefully selecting his words, trying to decide what would get through to her the easiest way possible. "You, my dear. It's always been about you."
There was no response. She couldn't think of anything to say. It seemed as though it was all too much to take in at one time. And yet, her mind was racing through a sprinting marathon, jumping from one thought to another as it connected the strings of the web which had been laid. He had apparently taken her back in time, and shown her so much; she was alive, she was breathing, she had lived this life up until this point, all because he had made a deal. He had protected her, and had given her the opportunity to attend his school. Her life from the very beginning was heavily influenced by this demon, and it seemed that he meant her no harm; not like the other demons he had shown her. Could demons be good? Could they feel for anyone besides their own selfish desires? Rin was a demon, and he was extremely, empathetically human. He was also the brother of a Demon King… And Amaimon had said his brother was the demon who had followed her throughout the duration of her life. From what she was just shown, the demon who had been haunting her, sending the sensation of being watched up her spine for all her life, was indeed because Mephisto was watching her. Her heart thumped in her chest. He's a Demon King, she quickly thought. Which meant, he had all those paintings were hung for a reason – that portrait of what she thought was his ancestor, had to have been he himself. How old was he?
She looked over at him, her graying eyes meeting his soft expression as he sat, his head resting against his knuckles as he stared at her. "Why now?" She sounded hollow.
He cocked his head. "I had to be sure. As the saying goes: all good things come with time." Studying her demeanor, he paused, the words hanging from the tip of his tongue as he toyed with the idea of saying them. "You are worth the wait."
A dull rose color tinged her cheek and the tip of her nose at his flattery. Could she trust him? He hadn't hurt her, yet. Was he just filling her head with lies and euphemisms so she would trust him, or was he being honest?
Across the room, the demon sat, his eyes trying to burrow into her soul. What's going through that pretty little head of yours, he wondered. It was a shame he couldn't read the minds of humans; this was never going to go his way if he constantly had to guess each time she shut down and pushed him out. It was painfully obvious that she was still guarded, pushing him… And yet, she had already opened back up so much. He could see the contemplation rising in her, the curiosity coming back. The walls of her fortress were weak; all he needed was that final push. But what more did she need? She had finally gotten the temptaint she had so desired to get, even though he had protected her for so long from receiving one. Was it everything she wanted? Were the answers you received sufficient enough, he questioned internally; or is there more that you long for, buried deep behind those walls? A smile tugged at his lips as he was lost in thought, inspecting her behavior, waiting for any clue behind her eyes. She wasn't near as distant as before, no; the grey in them was beginning to fade as she looked on him in a new light. Perhaps he had reeled her back in enough, and she was just coming to terms with the information he had given her. What more could he do, he wondered, searching.
"Come here," he said quietly, motioning with a finger.
She paused, uncertain. What did he want with her? The curiosity brewed within her belly, causing her to rise to her feet. Hesitantly, she sauntered all the way across the intricately designed rug to the other side of the living area where he was seated. Stopping in front of him, her stomach began to twist in knots.
His fingertips met with the supple skin of her thighs, sending shudders throughout her entire body, causing her to tense with anxiety. Wrapping his fingers around her, he began pulling her closer; her legs brushed up against the velvet, and even still he brought her near, until she was in his lap. She sat ridged with just a tint of terror in her veins, the palpations of her heart fluttering in panic as he caressed the skin of her legs, gripping them as he pushed the hem of her skirt up just slightly.
He admired the way she felt, the way she looked. How could one human be so irresistible? He sighed, looking up to her face, which he found to be clouded in doubt. Trying his luck, he leaned in to her, only to feel her push against the tautness of her own muscles in order to keep away from him.
"Are you scared of me, little flower?" he tutted, a slight air of hurt within his voice as he took in her expression. There was a shaky, uncertainty behind her large, dazzling eyes, and he knew it to be true. Something about that thought sent a pain through to his core, and he was unsure as to why. He thought he had embellished his words to the girl before him just earlier, but then why did it seem like there was some veracity to them? Why did he seem to care so much what she thought of him?
Removing his hands from her legs, he caressed her cheek gently with his thumb, glancing back and forth between each eye. "I won't hurt you," he whispered, "You know that, right?"
A knot grew within her throat. Did she know that? They gazed at each other for what seemed like a century, studying one another, telling stories with just their eyes. His green orbs repeated his question, begging her for an answer with each passing moment, growing more fraught each time. The growing aching in his eyes seemed to be genuine; it wasn't very often that the windows to the soul could lie. And his pleaded for her to say something, anything, to assure him that she was not lost forever, but all she could finally muster was a slight nod of the head. Her heart nearly burst as he leaned in once more, and placed his lips upon hers lightly, entwining her into a soft and slow kiss, which grew more potent over time as she slowly opened up to him wholly, her hands coming up to meet his face.
Unable to pull himself from her even if he had wished it, an arm wrapped around her, pulling her in as close as physically possible while his other hand squeezing the back of her thigh in a labored pulsation. Without thinking, he rose to his feet, and when she broke away from him to look down at the ground, he quickly pulled her chin back over to his lips once more. As he took a step, the two of them swiftly popped into the bedroom, where he fumbled towards the bed, unable to concentrate on anything but the girl within his grasp. What had come over him so suddenly? He had waited so long, and though he had won this game in his mind, it wasn't enough. He felt like an abyss, hollow and never ending, but this girl, this sad, pitiful human, somehow seemed to fill him in a way he could have never expected. She was beautiful, in her own, lackluster way, and her mind was captivating, yes—but oh that wasn't just it. Her lips were like a drug, and the feeling of the petals of her skin beneath his icy fingertips was enough to send everything within him into a whirl; he had gotten a taste, and he simply couldn't get enough.
The plush mattress puffed out around her figure as he laid her onto bed, where he slowly crawled on top of her, never once breaking the touch of their lips. Pulling at his polka dot neck tie, he tossed it aside somewhere—anywhere—and his fingers went to her uniform like a magnet, hastily untying her kerchief with skill. His hands stopped after undoing the top two buttons, spreading the collar of her shirt open, and gently enclosing her neck and collars bones with his palm, taking in the feeling of the heavy breath moving through her. He could feel the blood course through her, warming the entirety of her body.
She let out a soft giggle as he moved his way down, caressing her pink skin with his tongue while his hands moved to unbutton her. A chilled gust spread across her stomach as her shirt parted, sending her nerves to rise in sensitive bumps, and she opened her eyes as she could feel the demon sit up. Meeting with his eyes, like jewels reflecting whatever light they were able to capture, she could feel his fingers slide across her belly, to her ribs, and up her arms, where they gripped her just enough to encourage her to sit up with him. She had no idea what she was doing, but she couldn't stop him from slipping her crisp uniform off of her shoulders, where his lips found their way to the small of her neck once again, lightly pecking until they found the tender bite mark from before. A sigh escaped her, and she knew that she didn't want him to stop; the heart wants what it wants, and there was no use tying to deny it.
Without sacrifice of the sweetness of the moment which encircled them, she began unbuttoning his jacket, and as he assisted her, she let out an indulgent titter as he exposed himself over time before her very eyes. She had yet to have such a moment, in the times before; had yet to see his body before hers with such luster. Placing her hand upon his abdomen, she let herself become engrossed in the feeling as eager hands took in the flesh she had yet to touch—it was so normal. So human.
Gently, he laid her down once again, returning his lips to her own, burrowing a hand behind her back. He so easily could have snapped his fingers and rid them of their clothes, but in this moment, the thought of his own powers were far in the distance. He wished to savor every instant, every stroke. Unsnapping the straps, he paused, looking her in the eye as he left her, removing it as slowly as possible. He watched curiously as she pursed her lips, a dash of worry behind her eyes as she became flush the more exposed she became.
As she made a movement to cover herself from his gaze, he smiled sweetly at her, coming back down to her level to ease her once again, whispering sweet nothings against her collar bone. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he made his way down, carefully, taking his time with her, making sure he tasted everything he had yet to take the time on once before. Everywhere he left a suckling kiss, the chill air blew ice onto it, heightening her senses even further, turning her skin like daggers that would tingle and vibrate to her core at just the thought of a touch.
After giving each breast their well-deserved attention, he moved to her belly, nipping at her ribs, causing her to writhe beneath him. She gripped his bare shoulder, or the small of his smooth neck, playing with the sprouts of hair, each time her body surged as he grazed his teeth and tongue across her, only to end with a sensual kiss. Moving down her more and more, he unzipped her skirt so delicately that she only noticed when he began to pull it free of her, meeting her legs with tender nips the whole way down to her toes.
He kneeled between her stems, taking her in with complete adoration, her blush distinct with the temperature of her body. Her hips rocked as his nails slid up her thigh, his fingers splayed, and she let out a small gasp when he met her warmth with his thumb, stroking and massaging smoothly. The warmer she grew, the deeper her breath became; he slipped a thumb under the black lace, where it tested how prepared she was.
Unsatisfied, He leaned down, pulling the lace to the side. She yelped as his face drew near, and clenched her thighs around him as her eyes darted to the place where her thighs met. Their eyes met as he hovered, patiently, his hot breath looming over her, and she slowly relaxed into the rhythm of his breathing, anticipating what was to come.
Slowly, the tip of his warm tongue began to trace her creases, with the same care and devotion as he had spent on the rest of her, and she let out a heavy, shaky sigh as her hips curled around him, bashfully trying for contact, only to be denied multiple times. Her body rushed with heat each time the tip of his smooth muscle flicked her point, and she inexplicably begged for more as she turned red. Taking such a cue, he pressed the entirety of his tongue against her, gradually moving it upwards until it rested upon her tip, where he would stop and massage for just a second; and so he would repeat, each time her body curling more intensely as her breathing became heavier and heavier until eager whimpers began to escape from her lips.
He stopped and gave it a deep French kiss, before flicking his tongue over her at an increasing, rhythmic pace, sending rushes of heat up her body, where they escaped through her as a symphony, echoing off of the cathedral ceilings above. He took every prompt he could from her, and didn't let up despite how much her hips rocked, or how tightly her thighs clasped around him. He was determined to make her fold in euphoria, longing to see her turn a shade of red even Satan himself would be jealous of.
Gripping the sheets tightly within her grasp, a massive shudder took her over, and her knee bolted up, clouting the side of his head with her thigh. A soft, endearing chuckle sounded, vibrating through her body as he continued, pushing her leg down and wrapping his arm around her to hold her in place. Her toes began to curl and stretch as if they couldn't decide which was better, the heat rising in her body becoming nearly unbearable as if she was roasting in hell. Her back arched as she let out a shriek.
Taking her hip and pinning her back down to the bed as gently as he could, he came upon her with more force, and such haste. He listened closely to her breath become short, choppy and labored as her fingers dove into his hair, entwining themselves within his soft locks, pulling tightly as she began to quake beneath him.
She froze, quivering rhythmically with his massage, and he carefully pushed a finger into her, wanting to feel her completely as the walls of her dam tightened around him. And finally, they burst, heat exploding through her veins while she convulsed, yelping boisterously in ecstasy.
Sitting up, he grinned at his handiwork; the girl sprawled out in his bed, panting heavily in between sounds as he continued kneading her walls tenderly, only allowing her to catch her breath until she was ready to bring him into her fortress, and allow him unto her world fully and completely.
"Say your name for me," she demanded, her voice weak and airy.
He leaned down to his human, his hand still between her thighs. His emptiness in his eyes was full and dark and vast as he murmured his given name. "Samael."
A smile found its way to her lips as she breathed the name, closing her eyes and letting such power flow through her. Something inside of him, deep down in his core, constricted in an attempt to keep his own composure; only to fail, as it gushed through him. And in that moment, he knew that nothing else so sweet would ever grace his ears.
