Alchemy raised an eyebrow, examining the contents of the box. "What is this?"
"Well," Blackheart smiled, "since you're afraid of sex, I thought I'd help prepare you for it."
She slammed the lid of the box down, flushing bright red, "what?"
"Why not?" He asked, smirked, "it could be fun. You're twenty years old, it's about time, don't you think?" His smirk turned to a soft smile.
She breathed out a light laugh.
"Alchemy, you can't be afraid of it your whole life. It's been four years, and it's high time I return the favour."
"You're being selfless?"
"Don't sound so shocked."
"But I am shocked!"
"Your parents are going out tomorrow night anyway."
"And staying in Toronto overnight..." she didn't like where this was going.
"Exactly." She stared at him. "Well?" He asked, "trust me, I have a plan."
"Somehow I doubt that," She sighed, "alright, fine. Tomorrow. But you have to listen to me."
"Deal."
She didn't make eye contact with Blackheart all day. Alchemy was, to say the least, scared. It was one thing to go down on him, and a completely different thing to have him actually inside her. She wanted him. That was obvious. He wanted her. Again, obvious.
Then why was she so afraid? Lots of her friends—even her super-nerdy ones—had sex already. She had to listen to the constant bombardment about it.
Oh yes, the day he arrived we had sex. I mean, just because we had a long-distance relationship.
It kind of happened all of the sudden. They kept calling BIRTHDAY SHOT and one thing led to another...
It really wasn't all that great, so I dumped his ass.
He went down on me, and I can honestly say I have never been as embarrassed.
That's the great thing about older men; they don't care what your vag looks like, they just like 'em college-aged.
I had my first waxing the other day. Wow, it hurt.
I had my pubes done in the French style, you know, for our six month anniversary.
Okay, so maybe her friends weren't the best choice for advice.
Alchemy did her mother's makeup for the opera. Praxis loved the arts, but Alexander didn't often want to go. However, he won tickets in a charity draw, and the two had a private box. Of course, they would go. Praxis looked stunning in a red gown. She had her fur coat (the coat she saved for special occasions) on. The beautiful white mink against her skin made her look like a Bond girl. Praxis was always beautiful when she wanted to be. Of course, she only tried them on for a brief second, to test the makeup. They had to get to Toronto first, and check into the hotel to change.v It was around four in the afternoon when they left.
Despite Blackheart's pleading to go to bed early, Alchemy made a full dinner—four courses—and insisted upon waiting until night. She was so nervous. At around ten o'clock, she announced she was going to take a shower. Blackheart hung out in the bedroom, fiddling with music. Alchemy, however, had a huge list of things she wanted to check before "getting out" of the shower. She just ran the water, pouring over the list. "Wash my hair," she muttered, scratching it off, "exfoliate, moisturize, clip nails..." She was lucky that being part demon meant she had almost no body hair. That was a huge worry for her at one point: shaving. The soft, flesh toned fuzz that grew on her wasn't enough to cause any worry. At least not anymore, now that hairless women are in vogue; for a while she was very self-conscious about it.
Alchemy quivered with fear when she stepped back in the bedroom. She was in a baby blue underwear set. She was clearly incredibly nervous. She shut the door, and kept her back pressed against it.
"Don't be frightened," he said softly, "I won't hurt you." She scoffed. "I promise."
She quickly traveled over to the bed, lay out on her back with her arms and legs spread, "well, what are you waiting for?" She grimaced, gripping as much of the sheet as she could in clenched fists. Blackheart just let out a low laugh. "What?" She opened one of her scrunched-shut eyes.
He smirked, "nothing."
She frowned, "you know how scared I am!"
"It's okay," he crawled into bed with her, and pulled her close. He carefully pressed his lips against hers, in just a simple kiss. Nothing hard, nothing passionate, just a kiss: she had always liked being kissed. He lightly chewed on her lower lip, brushing it with his tongue. She shivered, opening her mouth just slightly.
A good sign. He began to kiss her harder, hands roaming across her shaking body. Nervously, she returned the stroking, rubbing his neck and shoulders. She began to stop shaking as hard, calming down as she was used to making out before bed. However, things changed. He broke away from her lips, kissing her jaw line first. His tongue followed the curve of her neck downward. He kissed across her chest, gently caressing the tops of her breasts.
She fumbled with her bra hook, taking it off herself, much to his surprise. He tossed the bra aside, and gently manoeuvred her onto her back. He ignored his own erection to focus on her. He leaned over her, and licked her nipple. She shivered, unsure of how to react. She knew what was expected of her, but she was almost paralyzed in a state of shock. He did notice she was conflicted, "don't think," he said, cool breath against her stomach. "Just relax, things will come naturally."
He sat up slightly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and gently dragging downward. Alchemy scrunched her arms to her chest, turning her head to stare at the wall. She heard the gentle thump of the satin hitting the floor, and began shaking again. "Calm down my love," he muttered. She scoffed, calm was not on her radar.
Blackheart began by placing her feet firmly on the bed, flat, so her knees were up in the air and bent. He ran his hands across her legs, kissing her thighs. His hand trailed across her lower stomach, one resting at her hip, and the other gently massaging where her leg met her hip. It was oddly calming, and relaxing. "Alright," he said, "are you ready?" She bravely nodded, and discovered that he wasn't actually asking to penetrate her yet. His hand simply moved from her thigh. He gently began to stroke her. Her chest tightened and she felt a strange sensation go up her spine. Her arms relaxed and she wasn't sure where to put her hands. She laid one above her head, and the other hung limp at her side.
He started moving faster, pressing against her harder. She began to moan. At first, she tried to hold back the vocalizations. He noticed. "Your parent's aren't here, you don't have to censor yourself," he muttered. She made no indication she heard him, other than a slight hiss as he continued. His hand found hers, and she griped it tightly, almost sure her nailed were cutting into his flesh. Her heavy panting and heaving chest made him realise how close to the brink he was. He debated with himself for a few moments.
He was young and virile, there was no reason he couldn't finish himself off now and continue to focus on Alchemy. By the time she was ready, he would be too. He gently laid her hand back down, letting her claw away at the bedding for a time. Still rubbing her hard, he gave himself a few quick pumps. Indeed, he was closer than he assumed. He hunched over for a few seconds, shaking off the remaining shudders of an orgasm. She noticed, as he had slowed down.
"Are you okay?" She asked breathlessly.
He regained awareness of his surroundings, "I'm sorry," he said, continuing.
He increased his speed, but had an idea. He pushed her legs as far apart as they would go, and laid down against the bed. He slightly propped himself up on his arms and grinned. She tried to see what he was doing, even though she did have a general idea. But, before he even bothered to do anything, he pressed his nose against her and drank in her scent.
Demons are scent-driven creatures. They hunt generally by scent. Now, this may make them seem more like animals, but demons also connect scents powerfully to emotions and love. A demon that smells unpleasant to another, they will usually perceive each other as enemies. Humans also had a unique smell, but most demons said they smelt like some kind of wild poultry, like a scrawny chicken pecking across a field. Blackheart had never been with a half-demon. He had mostly entertained himself with succubae and female demons whose scents were enticing, but were not overwhelmingly beautiful or attractive. They smelt like whores and he treated them as such. Alchemy, however, had the most attractive scent he had ever come across. It was a rich, delicate smell, somewhat akin to a rich rye bread baking in a freshly cleaned kitchen with pressed linins set out. It was difficult to explain.
Likewise, as their sexual exploration had grown, Alchemy noticed a scent from Blackheart. It was an ambery scent, almost like bergamot.
He shifted a bit, and drilled into her once more, this time with his tongue. His icy breath startled her slightly, but she was soon writhing with pleasure, screaming out whatever came into her head. Suddenly, her mind went blank, though she was still half-screaming. The sensation running up her spine spread to her entire body, and she felt her legs collapse.
For the first time in her life, Alchemy had experienced an orgasm.
When she had regained enough control of her body, she pulled Blackheart to her face, and kissed him hard. "Sex isn't so scary now, is it?" he asked when they separated.
"No, it's still scary. Hurry up and go for it before I change my mind."
He smiled, "see, this is why I got you all this stuff for your birthday!" he rummaged through the box, producing a small bottle. "I stole your computer and did some research into what you call 'safe sex'. Seeing as how you were so afraid of it, I took the upper hand." He said this all calmly, as if they were discussing the weather. He was unwrapping the plastic wrap on the small bottle of lube, "Usually it's the women who focus on this sort of thing. I had never really heard of it before. This present, or rather kit was your fri—"
"Okay," she said, "stop talking."
"What?"
"This is not as arousing as you thought it would be."
He rolled his eyes, "well fine." He squirted a bit of lube on his hand and massaged her. She felt an instant warming sensation.
He repositioned himself yet again, after smearing almost half a bottle of lube on both of them. He didn't want to take any chances. She had already came once, and he hoped that his sister had been right about women being much easier to slide into their first time if they had already came once that night. "Alright," he said, "if the pain is unbearable, tell me."
She nodded, "okay."
He started slowly, letting her set the pace. This felt different than his fingers or tongue had felt. It wasn't altogether strange. The warming lube helped. She had her arms at his shoulders, so that if he hurt her, she could easily push him away. It was going pretty well, until she began to feel very tight.
"This is it," he said, brushing some of her hair away from her face, "do you want to me to just get it over with?" She braced herself and nodded.
The pain wasn't too bad. It flicked through her for only a moment, and he had be gracious enough to stop when he had gotten through. Alchemy laughed, "it's done."
"Yeah, it is," he smirked, "the real fun can begin now."
And the fun did indeed begin. Now that she wasn't afraid of the pain, they had switched into a sitting position. There was a lot of biting and scratching and they both drew blood. Not that it was unexpected. They were demons, and when engaged in something as primal and carnal and taboo as sex, they let go of their inhibitions. For the first time—in a series of firsts—Blackheart saw what Alchemy looked like in her demon form.
She was on top, with him half leaning back. She was impaling herself on him, hair streaming down her back, matted with sweat. As she approached her peak, her skin changed from a milky white to a deathly cool blue. He saw her sharp teeth through her skin, and felt her bite his shoulder with those teeth. Her spine felt thicker against his fingers, and out from her shoulders came beautiful bony wings. She was almost glowing that blue tone. After a final roar, she returned to her normal self, collapsed in his arms, with tears in her eyes.
Exhausted, the two got into bed, closely nuzzling each other.
"It wasn't so bad, was it?" Blackheart asked.
She shook her head.
"See? There was no reason to be afraid." He gently rubbed her face.
"I've never seen you be so...compassionate."
"It's been known to happen," he smiled, "I'm not a mindless psychopath."
"No, I know," She said, "but you were so...caring and gentle, and you never struck me as that type."
"Well," he shrugged, "once you were alright with it all, I don't think we can use 'caring' and 'gentle'."
She brushed a bite mark on her neck, "No, I suppose not." She scrunched her nose, "it did get rather rough, didn't it?"
"I expect it will only get rougher once you're more comfortable with it all," he grinned, "that's why I got you all that stuff. We should go through it one day, but it's got all sorts of pleasures."
"All I saw was lube and a pink vibrator with rhinestones."
"Well, I got some wrist and ankle restraints, with cords, to tie you down."
She raised an eyebrow, "bondage gear?"
He nodded excitedly, "and I got some body paint, the kind you can lick off, and I got you about a dozen different types of lube, including flavoured."
"Flavoured?"
"Well, why not? To go with the flavoured condoms."
"You did not..."
"I did. I figured that, because you're half human, you'd be more fertile than most female demons."
"Yeah," She said bitterly, "I am."
"See? We'll have loads of fun. You just need some courage."
She laughed, "Whenever I've been in relationships before, there was never any sort of... talk like this."
"Like what?"
"About condoms or bondage."
"Oh."
"Don't sound so depressed. That's probably a good thing. It means I do have courage, around you."
