Hey, just wanted to remind everyone that this is a very, very, very NSFW chapter. As in, lots of graphic material that you're technically not allowed to read if you are under 18 (and that is technically supposed to be on the 18+ version of ). However, I understand that those not 18+ will still read it, so I can only warn you of sexual content along with swearing. Make safe choices everyone! Oh, and Happy Holidays!

-OblivionedEternity

The flurry of thoughts that had been occupying my mind for the past three days all left my head in a rush as soon as Ghirahim kissed me. No more did I care about the past or future. In that moment, all I had to care about was the way his lips curved against my own.

Hands left their places, and I heard a faint clinking sound as our mouths parted, breathing hard. My belt and the chains attached fell away, the weight taken off of my hips. "Take it off," Ghirahim ordered, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes burned into me, causing heat to rise to my cheeks.

I bit back a rhetoric, instead meeting his eyes as I reached for the belts on my armguards. They fell to the floor, followed by the cape. Next came the boots, kicking them off to the side were the other pieces fell. I traced the edges of the pauldrons and spaulders, all thudding softly on the dense carpet of Ghirahim's room.

A smile formed on my lips as I walked back towards Ghirahim, who had been sitting on his bed, watching me. Bumping his knees aside so my thighs were between his, I bent down. My lips were barely making contact with his, Ghirahim's eyes closing in bliss as my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I could feel the heat coming off of him through his mantle and my own clothing, and smiled briefly as I realized how nice it would be to cuddle with him in the dead of winter. Winding my hands in his short hair, I murmured against him, "Help?"

Ghirahim tilted his head back, our lips finally connecting again as Ghirahim ran his hands up and down my arms, finally resting on the back of my gorget. He pulled back, the heavy steel being pulled over my head and thrown to the side. Now that the gorget was gone and out of the way, Ghirahim found a new quarry. He began to nibble down my neck, sending sparks racing from the point of contact to a new home in my lower body. Off came the banner, floating down to the ground. Then went the breast plate, and the faulds, until all that was left were the greaves and bandages under. Even those were gone within moments, leaving me in only cloth.

Standing, Ghirahim kissed me viciously, our teeth clacking painfully together in his roughness as he pushed me against the wall. Gone was his mantle, Ghirahim's hands grabbing my ass and hoisting me up, pressing me between himself and the wall. His one hand remained on my butt, squeezing it hard enough to make me gasp while his other hand lifted my one leg over his hip. Automatically, I pressed the other leg so that they squeezed his waist, earning a groan as I pressed against him. Hands grabbed all over, barely conscious of what I was doing as I grinded low against him, enjoying the friction between our bodies and the sounds that came from both of us.

"Goddess, Fallon," Ghirahim moaned from my neck. "I am sorely tempted to fuck you against this wall."

One of my hands traced down his chest, causing Ghirahim to shudder as I took a hold of his belt and tore it off. Throwing it on the floor, my hand returned to where it had been – curled in his short hair to tug on as our tongues ventured into each other's mouths. I pulled back from the kiss panting, heat running through my veins as I retorted, "Perhaps after a few rounds… but I want my first time to be on a bed." I meant it too, images from thousands of years ago floating in and I groaned at the thought of how amazing he was when inside me. A wicked thought lodged itself within me, and I pushed Ghirahim away from me. My feet touched the floor and as soon as they did I pushed Ghirahim back against the wall.

"What are you-?" Ghirahim stopped as I lowered myself to my knees, hands on his thighs as I looked at him with an evil glint in my eye. He grinned slowly, almost cocky, "Are you sure you're ready for that, sweetheart?"

My fingers traced over the open patches of skin through his jumpsuit, marveling at how muscular he remained through all these years. I looked ahead at the very obvious erection through the thin material, grinning in response to Ghirahim. Looking through my eyelashes, I practically purred up to him, "The question is, are you?" I reached out, my palm laying against it as I watched him struggle for words.

Now, I personally did not enjoy the sensation of giving a blowjob. No, the real fun and excitement for me came from Ghirahim's reactions. So, as his jumpsuit vanished against my skin, I watched his face as I took him in my hand. His thigh muscles tensed under my other hand, his eyes closing as I pumped him slowly. Almost experimentally, as if this was my first time when in truth I knew just what to do to make him turn to putty. Licking my lips, my eyes never left Ghirahim's face as I licked him slowly from base to tip, making sure to dip into the slit at the top of his cock.

It was as if Ghirahim had been struck by lightning. All of his muscles tensed, then went slack as his erection entered my mouth. Ghirahim's eyes were pools of darkness as he stared down in both excitement and wonder. As I began to move my head, his mouth dropped open to release the most sexual sound I had heard from him yet. What couldn't fit in my mouth, I pumped in time with my hand, alternating between licking the shaft and the head. There was a crash, and I looked up to see Ghirahim supporting himself on the nearby dresser, bent over me. Picking up my pace, I began to pump harder, feeling the skin in my mouth twitch.

Ghirahim began to pant, and I could tell he was close to losing it. He panted out, "Rougher – goddess yes, just like that!" As I lightly used by teeth against him, he groaned loudly enough to make me jump, sinking my nails into his thigh. A strangled sound escaped his lips, and all of a sudden his hand was in my hair. He pushed, and I barely released what he was doing before I almost choked on his dick. "Relax," he growled.

I did as he said, as much as I hated it when he did this. Digging my nails into his skin, I allowed him to push me up and down, until at last he jerked and came in a rush. Before it could land on my tongue or anywhere else I swallowed everything, pulling away and looking at the demon above me. The sight of him was worth the discomfort of deep-throating him, his sweat-covered skin shivering in the aftermath of orgasm as he used both the wall and dresser for support. Ghirahim's eyes were closed, but he opened them quickly to look at me.

"Not bad for my first time, hm?" I lied as I raised an eyebrow, slowly getting to my feet. My arms went around his shoulders, leaning into him with a smile as he smirked back.

His hands rested on my hips as he tilted his head, "What I am most confused about is how you are still completely dressed while I am as naked as a newborn human." Without so much of a warning, my shirt was yanked off of my body and thrown to the floor. "But that can be quickly remedied."

Feeling the heat that radiated off of his skin and onto my own, I pulled Ghirahim into a deep kiss. It wasn't delicate either, as I practically attached myself to him, one hand a claw in his hair and the other on his ever-moving jaw. I didn't care what happened now, I just cared about the feeling of his scorching fingers on my back as he gripped at muscles, tracing my spine and just barely working his way around the band of my bra. My breath hitched as Ghirahim's hands finally rested on the band of my bra, feeling him frown when he fails to find the hooks to remove it.

"In the front, dear," I muttered in his ear, excitement flying high in me. "And stop being so gentle. I don't care about going slow now. Not anymore."

Growling softly, Ghirahim picked me up again, the muscles on his arms standing out as he looked into my face with a grin. He began to attack my neck again, and I wrapped my legs around him to keep myself steady. His lips traced over the hickey he had already given me, latching on and sucking hard to deepen the color of it. I fought the urge to rock against him while wondering just how much longer I could hold out before practically begging him to fuck me senseless.

A groan left my lips as Ghirahim began to kiss along the edges of my bra, softly teasing the skin there with a series of licks, kisses, and soft bites. Then we were moving, Ghirahim's steps smooth as he dumped me into the bed before climbing on top of me. His eyes were glowing with lust and his voice husky as he questioned, "What made you change your mind?"

I hesitated, hands resting on his chest as I thought of what to say, "I finally figured out what I want." The blush on my cheeks deepened and I stuttered out, "And you were very persuasive." My hand guided his to the front of my bra, resting over the clasp holding it together. Ghirahim's fingers traced over the clasp, hooking under and snapping it open.

Ghirahim's eyes immediately found a new place to look, smiling as he purred "Well, that is certainly a good reason."

Shifting, I placed my arms around his shoulders again, "Then, stop hesitating and go for it, Demon Lord Ghirahim."

"Oh, I do not need to be told twice, dear," Ghirahim lowered himself on me, smashing our bodies together until it was hard to breath. Not that I would have been able to with how he was kissing me. I could never get sick of his kisses when he takes it seriously; the slow gliding of his lips and the warmth from his breath driving me slowly insane.

My breath stopped altogether as his lips trailed down my neck, coming to the valley between my breasts. His breath tickled the peak of my breast, and I swallowed a gasp as he attacked it with his mouth. Licking and soft bites sent small waves down my skin, toes curling as his hands pulled off my bra completely. Ghirahim hummed softly, looking at the hardened nub smugly before making eye contact with me. While keeping eye contact, his warm hands made their way down my sides, resting on my still-clothed hips. His hair tickled my skin as his nose glided down my front, Ghirahim softly biting my abs before nudging the area just above the band of my pants.

Hissing softly, I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as he played with the sensitive skin there, his mouth dangerous as it left darkened patches of skin in its wake. My hand unconsciously curled into his hair, enjoying the pleasure while wanting to give it back to him. "Ghirahim…" I let out, barely moaning his name, followed by a gasp as he pulled the rest of my clothing from me.

Infuriatingly, the demon paused there, sitting up to stare. I felt the heat radiating off of his thighs onto mine, my eyes taking in his own, aroused form as the tension rose. Ghirahim's lips opened, a smile forming as he breathed out, "You truly are a gorgeous woman, Fallon."

Despite the growing heat between my thighs, I raised an eyebrow, "Did you ever doubt that I was?" I shifted slightly, parting my legs more to show my own arousal.

"Not since I first saw the fire in your eyes, as you struggled to live through the pain of falling a thousand feet through air," Ghirahim leaned over, our bodies lining up neatly as his lips traced over mine. "Not since you raised your sword against me that day." He smothered my body with his, skin pressing against skin as he kissed me roughly and urgently. I clutched onto his body, the feeling his erection rubbing against my arousal enough for me to moan loudly into his ear. His breath hitched in response and he quickly sat up, "I don't even care about the fact that the Spirit Maiden got away today. This… this more than makes up for it."

I eyed him for any trace of anger, and as I failed to see any I smiled, "Well then, that certainly makes this more fun, doesn't it?"

Smiling wickedly, Ghirahim licked his lips with a chuckle as he grabbed my hips, "Either way, you'll be screaming when I'm done with you." Without any visible effort, he lifted my lower half so that my thighs were on either side of his head, resting on his shoulders. From between my legs he continued, "I've ached for you, why, even before I knew you existed, my dear. You will not be able to stand tomorrow, if I have any say in the matter."

Grabbing onto his knee for support, I felt my muscles begin to burn in the new position. I didn't mind, though, especially when I felt his lips trail over the inside of my thigh, slowly drawing closer to their target. His breath ghosted over my warmth, and he paused there, waiting for a response. By now, I could hardly breathe, the position making it hard to even without Ghirahim's mouth dangerously close to my opening. I gasped out, nails digging into his skin, "Holy Hylia, Ghirahim! Just… do it!"

And then his wonderful, marvelous mouth was on me, doing wonderful, marvelous things that had me gasping and moaning, clutching at sheets and his hair. Slow at first, then hard and fast enough that I thought I would pass out from how good it felt. When Ghirahim started to groan against me was when I lost it, screaming his name loud enough that I felt him smile from between my legs as I came down from my high. Still lost in the pleasure, I barely noticed as Ghirahim pulled his fingers out and lowered me back down to the mattress, crawling over to give me a long kiss that tasted like myself.

Finding myself again, I responded to the kiss, moaning low in my throat as I rocked against him. By now the two of us were covered in sweat, but neither of us minded as we slowly drew away from each other, Ghirahim eyeing me just as much as I eyed him.

"Damn, do I want you in me right now," I whispered, already feeling my voice becoming hoarse, "Do it soon, I may not be able to make it otherwise."

Tilting his head, Ghirahim surveyed me, "We will have to work on your stamina then… perhaps a stamina potion would help?" He smirked, hands grabbing onto my thighs once more and kneading them between his strong fingers. "After all, I have a very strong sexual appetite."

I laughed, "As if I couldn't tell, love. Now, are you going to edge about it all afternoon or are we going to get to the really fun part?" My fingers danced along his front, enjoying how his skin dipped and curved and feeling the remains of ancient scars.

He paused, taking in my words before smiling, "You love me?" Ghirahim moved forward, and I felt his erection against me.

Taking in a deep breath, I forced myself to relax. Being tense would help with absolutely nothing, "It is hard to say why… but I do."

"That is good… because I am never letting you go ever again, do you hear me?" Ghirahim pressed on in, stressing each word as he inched further in.

Forcing myself to breath, I tried to focus on something other than the slight tightness I was experiencing down below, "I do, Ghirahim. I don't want to let you go either." My nails dug into his bicep, trying to not clench any other muscles.

"Thank you, Fallon. I never want to lose you like I lost her, never again," Ghirahim closed his eyes, biting his lip before finally growling out, "Goddess, Fallon. I don't know if I can hold back much longer."

My heart stopped for two seconds, and I wasn't sure what to respond to. The awkwardly-timed, but deep confession or Ghirahim wanting to already pound on into me. Sighing, I willed my body to become rubber before winding my hands into his hair, "You're welcome, though if you don't fuck me hard right now I might walk out that door."

His eyes popped open, making eye contact with me long enough that I could see the tumult of thoughts in his mind before he kissed me. With how hard he kissed, I knew what was coming and tensed at just the wrong moment as his hips snapped forward. Jumping, I swore into Ghirahim's mouth as he lay still, gauging my reaction. "You told me to move."

"I did, I did." I hissed through my teeth, not at all worried that I found the pain almost pleasurable, "I just… underestimated what it would be like is all. I'm fine now."

Ghirahim hesitated a moment more, kissing my mouth before beginning to move. As he began to find his rhythm, so did I. Before long the pleasure conquered the pain and I felt myself begin to moan, sweat building up much like the friction between our bodies. His hand clenched onto my hip, trying to keep me steady as his thrusts became deeper and deeper, finally hitting the spot that made every part of me jolt with pleasure. The pain from his bruising grip combined to make a pleasurable pain that I could enjoy.

Touching our foreheads together, Ghirahim whispered roughly, "Look at me, Fallon."

My eyes found his, so close to my own that it only caused me to bite my lip and raise my hips to meet his. I was panting, and he was too, and we were touching each other everywhere we could while still looking at the other. Every moment brought me closer to orgasm, to the point where all I could think was if he could just go harder and faster.

Eventually I brought my demands to my lips, groaning them out and onto Ghirahim's nearby lips. He merely smirked in response before complying. Ghirahim grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head and stretching me out as he went hard and fast, never losing his rhythm. Then he was kissing me all over, whispering dark and delightful things against my skin. And just as I feared I would never reach orgasm, he angled himself in such a way that it caused me to see bright lights every time he thrust in. I was gone, his name not able to make it past my lips as I felt my world fall into pleasure. And still Ghirahim continued his efforts at his own orgasm, inducing another in me before long. When he finally went still, my name falling from his lips as he shook for a moment, his muscles straining to keep him from collapsing on top of me.

And then he was kissing me, falling onto his side and pulling me into his arms. Ghirahim pressed our sweat-soaked bodies together, entwining limbs until the only reason I knew which belonged to me were the differing skin tones. We lay there for another moment under the sheet, enjoying the post-sex high before reality set in.

A yawn escaped from me, and I automatically nuzzled into Ghirahim, "If you're going to want to go again… I'm going to need a nap."

"Sleep, dear. While I will let you. I am still enjoying the after effects of our first coupling, but once that has ebbed away I want to be back inside you without delay." Ghirahim muttered, his arms automatically tightening around me, keeping me warm.

I smiled, "Of course, dear. I shouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, right?"

"Right," Ghirahim mumbled, fighting a yawn himself. "Now sleep."

"Yes, but Ghirahim?" My eyes refused to stay open, but I knew I had to tell him.

The demon shifted slightly, just to pull the sheet farther up our bodies, "Hm?"

"I'm not planning on dying anytime soon."

Ghirahim pressed his lips to my forehead, whispering in response, "Thank you… but she didn't either."

I cracked one eye open to look at him briefly, contemplating whether to tell him the truth or not. Instead, I opted for mumbling a brief, "Well, I'm going to live, if only for you," before allowing myself to fall asleep.

I looked at the body in my arms, trying to fight off sleep but for a moment longer. That feeling that once belonged only to her kindled, housed in purple eyes that were not her own. I still could see her face on that day. If Fallon could make me feel that way, then maybe I would finally be able to wipe the image of her corpse from my mind.

Smoothing her dark hair, I thought back to just an hour ago when she leapt in front of my sword. In that moment, I swore I saw her. Fallon looks nothing like her, outside of her eyes. It must have been the armor that threw me off. It was so similar to hers, but there was no way that suit of armor would the one Fallon wears now. It was just a trick of the light, I tell myself.

All a trick of the light.