My finger popped the soap bubble floating on the surface. A soft sigh escaped my lips at the myriad of thoughts still swirling in my head.
After I'd collapsed on the bridge, Mephisto had found me, drawn by Kuro's frantic cries. He told me he wanted to keep an eye on me so he'd, apparently, had someone gather my things—again—and took me back to his mansion. This time, he swore he wouldn't do the "time trick" again...
Rin hadn't been thrilled, but I was back to attending cram school so he kept his complaints to a minimum. It hadn't been many days since his "son of Satan" escapade, so the others weren't on speaking terms. They also avoided me and wouldn't look me in the eye. Izumo was the only one who, strangely, actually warmed up to the both of us and even somewhat defended Rin against the others.
Izumo was a pretty cool character, I'd say. She'd make an amazing friend...
Knocking on the door to the bathroom pulled me from my thoughts. I perked up and called out to whoever it was. Amaimon couldn't knock since he was, currently, in the form of a hamster, courtesy of his elder brother. Apparently, he couldn't shift back to human form and when I'd asked why, he mumbled something about a kiss and that was the end of that discussion.
"I have some clean clothes for you if you want them!" Mephisto's voice floated in through the door.
My cheeks flushed as I lowered myself deeper into the soapy water. Heat blossomed in my belly and I couldn't help but squirm at the fact I was naked with nothing between him and me but an unlocked slab of wood.
"Um. Come in then," I shakily gave him permission to enter, feeling more daring than I normally was. I couldn't understand why, but it had been increasingly-more difficult to keep my hands to myself these past few days.
The door swung inward at my words, revealing the smirking Mephisto—who wore nothing more than a simple yukata. "Hello, my dear!"
I sunk further into the frothy bath only to feel the strong urge to do the exact opposite the closer the demon came to the extravagant tub. I took the middle ground—with great difficulty—and draped my arms over the porcelain side and pushed against it so that it emphasized my average cleavage. The smirk on my face as I cupped my chin in one hand grew when the demon king lost all capability of speech once his eyes fell on my bubble-covered form.
I still wouldn't consider myself appealing, but I was glad that something so simple could make the usually-calm and composed president flustered. Red covered his pale cheeks, but he wouldn't turn his gaze from me. His tail had snuck out, too, twitching to and fro beneath the hem of his robe.
"Don't suppose you'd like to join me?" I purred out before even realizing what I was saying. It took every ounce of my strength not to bare all to him as my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I knew I'd made a deal to get home and all, but I really had planned on just buying time until I could find my own way or sweet-talk him into doing it himself regardless of the "game"...
So why was I feeling excited when Mephisto sauntered over and pushed down the top of his yukata? I couldn't pull my heated gaze away from his well-toned chest and torso. Pale, perfect skin met my appreciated eyes, outlining the visible abs he normally hid beneath his superfluous clothing. A strong grip beneath my chin yanked my attention up to the face of my—uh, the—demon. A smirk graced his lips when he caught my staring, his green eyes more demonic than ever as they returned such attentions to me. His tongue even came out to lick his lips, provoking a shiver from me despite the steam covering the bath.
"Are you sure you want to tempt me, Mana?" he breathed over my damp skin. The use of my name in his husky voice left me speechless. Staring up at him, I couldn't even nod, too frozen by the heavy atmosphere to so much as blink. Mephisto made the decision for me by pulling my face to meet his lips. His claws traced the pentagram on my chest lightly before slowly drifting down. I gasped into his mouth when his hand enveloped my left breast and squeezed. He took the chance and slipped his tongue between my parted lips, battling mine for dominance. I don't know how or when, but, at some point, Mephisto had crawled into the tub with me. The lower half of his kimono clung to his legs but that didn't stop him from pushing me up against the opposite side of the large bath. His tail had wrapped around my right thigh, the end teasing the sensitive skin of my inner leg. The claws of his free hand pricked at the small of my back, provoking goosebumps.
He only pulled back from our make out session when I ran out of air. And, even then, he simply moved down to nip and suck at my jawline. Lust had formed a rather-large ball of heat in my belly, by this point, screaming to be sated. When the demon's fangs poked and prodded at the fragile skin of my neck, a moan vibrated in my throat. I tried to smother it, but Mephisto growled at the attempt and moved the hand on my breast down to below the waterline. I bit back a gasp at the feel on my rear, face a bright shade of red and breath quick and shallow.
"Now, now. No holding back, Kitten," he chastised into my ear, green eyes flashing dangerously. "I'll make you scream my name someday," he promised, making my blush darken considerably.
Wait. Someday?
As if reading my mind, he answered my silent query. "As much as I want to continue this, I'm afraid I must decline." Mephisto got to his feet, turning around before his excitement could be seen. "I want you to want this. Not some other influence." He threw a look back at me who was attempting to cover myself with the soapy water. The strained expression on his face told me he was struggling to hold himself back. Although I was confused by his words, I stayed quiet, trusting him to tell me the situation later. "Hurry and get dressed. We've got a long night ahead of us."
And, just like that, he was gone. The puddles of water strewn across the tile were all the indicators that showed he'd been there.
My eyes landed on the pile of clothes stacked neatly on the counter. With a sigh, I got to my feet. Wobbly legs and overly-sensitive body threatened to send me crashing to the floor but I managed to drag the sopping mess that was my body over to the towels and clothes. The enormous mirror reflected my body back at me, and I stopped drying myself off long enough to stare at something that caught my eye.
A tic mark formed at my temple even as a blush colored my cheeks. With speed even a demon would marvel at, I yanked on my clothes and rushed after the retreating Mephisto.
"Mephisto! Why did you bite me?!"