Bam!
So this chapter took me a bit of time to write. If you notice any mistakes, please let me know. I went through it, but people miss things. Enjoy!
Mona stands, in matching pink lace underwear and bra, facing the mirror, looking herself over. A frown is on her face once again- she's beginning to think it's permanent. Her eyes trace the scales on her body, turning from left to right as she follows the lines. Her skin doesn't even feel like it belongs to her anymore: especially now that parts of it look like Matrem's skin. Her fingers lightly trace the scales now growing on her flesh. She feels like crying when she recognizes the hindrance these will put on her dancing. She can't wear a tank-top with these: people will notice them. Honestly she feels like breaking something. Mona looks up from her scrutinizing gaze at her body, and sees Nero's reflection in the mirror.
"I feel so hideous," she whispers quietly.
Nero closes the open door behind him and walks over to her. His boots make a nearly unbearably loud pounding on the floor. For once, his coat is off his shoulders: Mona is surprised to see they're just as broad without the coat on. She knows that she should be embarrassed that she's in her underwear in front of him, but for some reason, she's strangely comfortable with it.
"You aren't hideous," Nero grumbles.
"I have scales," Mona snaps at him. She doesn't mean to be angry with him, but she just feels so upset. He's only trying to help, she knows, and that only makes her feel more remorse for losing her temper.
"Body enhancements," he whispers.
Mona tries to ignore the husky tone his voice has taken on. She watches him in the mirror as he walks closer and closer to her: he reminds her of a cat stalking a mouse. She swallows and licks her lips slowly when he kicks his boots off. Mona's certain he can hear her heart and her breathing from where he stands. She shouldn't do this, she thinks to herself only for a brief second before Nero places his hands on her arms. He catches Mona's eyes in the mirror and smiles at her wickedly. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he leans down and places a kiss on her dark skin. Nero moves a bra strap off of her shoulder and kisses the place where it was. Painfully slow, he moves his light kisses to her neck. She tilts her head further over to give him more area to cover. Eyes still locked, Nero bites her neck softly, smiling at the noise she makes. She tastes like mint and sugar: it could be that handmade sugar scrub she uses all the time. His hands slide down her arms, creating a marvelous friction, before they rest heavily on her hips, and he digs his fingers into her flesh there. He has to resist the urge to chuckle at her sharp gasp.
Mona drops herself back against him, her knees shaking from his maneuvers. She whispers his name in a breathy moan, surprised at the sound and how good it sounds coming from her lips. His hands are firm against her hips and firmer still when they move down to her quaking thighs. Normally, this much eye contact would turn her off in a heartbeat, but somehow, it only turns her on more. Mona lets out a sharp breath when Nero grinds the ball of his right hand into her sex: devil bringer, he calls it. Well tonight, I'm going to call it pleasure bringer, Mona thinks to herself. Mona breathes in deeply through her nose and mouth: Nero's smell surrounds her as it always does.
"Tell me something," Nero whispers against her neck before he nips at her jaw. "If I found you disgusting, would I really be doing this? Would I be wanting to be in you so desperately?"
Mona shakes her head no and tries to reach around to kiss him.
"Watch what I'm doing, Mona. Look at my hand," he commands her gently. Only when Mona looks at his hand pushing against her sex does he continue. "You can't tell me it doesn't feel good against you, grinding into you. It's the same as your scales, Mona. And yet look how much pleasure it's bringing you." His voice is gruff and nearly dripping with sex appeal. "Keep watching, Mona."
Mona lets out a shuddering breath when Nero slides the fingers on his devil bringer down through the top of her underwear. The fingers feel strange, but at the same time extremely pleasing against her. She can't help but to close her eyes to the world when Nero's fingers lightly rub against her. A low groan drops out of her throat when Nero's other hand grabs her breast through her bra and squeezes it. His moan fills her ears and with a smile on her face, she grinds her hips back into him. A sharp gasp is elicited from Mona's lips when Nero pushes his thumb against her clit. Mona struggles to keep standing: she spreads her legs open wider and rolls her hips onto Nero's thumb. He answers her unspoken plea by slowly and harshly rubbing is thumb up and down over her clit. Mona reaches her arm over her shoulder and grabs a hold of Nero's hair. Her other hand grabs the wrist on his devil bringer tightly.
"Oh, God, Nero." Mona drops her head back as she croaks his name.
"No, not God. God's not this good," Nero explains nonchalantly.
Mona laughs at his boast and Nero can't help but smile.
"You need to go faster," Mona commands him through an open mouth.
"What if I don't want to go faster, Mona? Maybe I want to tease you." His mouth moves to her neck once more where he nips her again.
Mona opens her eyes and looks at him in the mirror. "Please?" she begs with a thrust of her hips.
Feeling generous, Nero moves his thumb quicker over her clit. He can't help but groan as he feels her muscles spasm around his hand: her fingernails dig sharply into his wrist. Knowing she must be close to her orgasm, Nero slows and lightens the pressure of his thumb. His smile grows at the sound of her desperate and displeasured whimper.
"Didn't think it would be that easy did you?" Nero asks teasingly.
Feeling her orgasm slip away from her, Mona chooses to press herself down harder on his thumb, and grind her hips. Nero pulls his thumb away from her clit almost completely. Angry, Mona pulls her hand away from his hair, lowers it, reaches behind her, and grabs onto his dick forcefully. She squeezes it in her hand, laughing when Nero curses. Two can play at this game, and Moan is certain she'll win. Her eyes, laughing, meet his in the mirror and she smiles innocently at him. With a primal growl, Nero pulls his thumb and fingers out of her, grabs her wrists and holds them behind her back. With one hand, he holds them tightly behind her. Nero leans forward and finds Mona's lips on her turned head. The two laugh when Nero bumps his forehead against hers while trying to kiss her passionately.
"Sorry," he whispers against her smiling lips.
"It's okay." Her hips grind once more against him, reminding him of the job at hand.
Needing no further incentive, Nero plunges his thumb into her once more. Mona's hands push and pull against the hand holding her wrists behind her. Nero's thumb almost violently picks up the pace: his cock throbs ruthlessly in his jeans and he wants to be in her as quickly as possible. Mona's whimpers and mewls become more frequent and desperate, mimicking the spasms inside her.
"Think I should push you over, Mona? You've got to be right there, right?" Nero asks in her ear.
Mona opens her eyes and looks at Nero in the mirror again: his face is flushed, his eyes a darker blue than normal, his mouth is open just slightly. Her own face is just as flushed, her mouth completely open, her back his arched into him, and her hips are thrust forward onto his hand. She lowers her eyes to where his hand disappears beneath her underwear and groans loudly. Desperately, Nero quickens the pace of his thumb. With a breathy scream, Mona caves around him. The ache deepens with her orgasm and her knees give out against the pleasure. Quickly, Nero lets go of her wrists and wraps the arm around her waist, holding her up. He keeps his thumb moving against her clit though, keeping her orgasm going almost painfully. Mona's whimpers mix with Nero's husky breaths as he continues to pleasure her. "Please" escapes from her mouth in a mantra. Mona doesn't know if she's begging him to stop or continue.
Finally, Nero pulls his hand away from her, and hugs her tightly to him. His bulge presses into her ass that she insists on grinding into him.
"Give me…Give me…" Mona struggles.
"More?" Nero asks with a smile.
Mona laughs and lays her head back on his shoulder. "Give me two minutes. Just two. I get a little sensitive and if I keep going, there's no pleasure in it," she explains.
Nero nods and scoops her up in his arms. Gently, he lays her down on the bed before backing away. Mona licks her lips as she lets out a heavy breath. She sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Nero has already shed his shirt and is working on the button of his jeans.
"Could you like, go any slower?" Mona teases him as she watches his fingers fumble.
"Are you giving me lip?"
"I'll give you more than lip if you hurry your ass up," Mona explains with a wink.
Mona unfastens her bra before she tosses it into a corner of her room. Her underwear are next, after being unceremoniously taken off. Nero finally manages to shimmy his jeans and boxers off and stands before Mona. He starts to sexily walk over to the bed, but he slips on his discarded socks, and falls harshly onto the bed. In the fall, Mona's knee connects with Nero's nose. He groans loudly before rolling to the side and gripping his face.
"Oh! Oh my God," Mona shrieks through her laughter. "Are you okay? Oh God, baby." Mona struggles not to laugh at the youngest of the demon hunters.
"S'not funny," he grumbles as he continues to hold his nose.
Mona straddles his hips and leans down to place a kiss on his hands. "Le'me see," she demands gently. Nero moves his hands to reveal an undamaged nose. "Se, you're fine."
Mona kisses his lips gently, careful not to bump his, probably sore, nose. Nero leans his head up to deepen the kiss. His hands find their way to her soft hips again: he likes the way his skin looks against hers. Mona slides herself back and forth across his member, smiling when he groans deeply and throws his head back.
"You're not the only one that can tease." Mona slides her hands up his abs and to his chest where she pinches his nipples lightly.
Nero takes in a sharp breath and bucks his hips against Mona. She shudders at his hardness and bucks back.
"Condom?" Mona asks between the kisses that she places on his chest.
Nero gropes at his nightstand drawer until he manages to pull one out. Mona takes it from his fingers and rips the foil open.
"Green huh?" she asks him smiling. "Saint Paddy's day was like a month ago bud."
"No, green because I have a hulk like penis," he says with a chuckle.
Mona places her head on his chest and laughs. Nero chuckles along with her, his chest shaking them both. Still chuckling, Mona puts the condom on him. Nero looks up at the girl above him with a smile on his face. He starts to say her name, but it turns into a low moan when grabs him and slides him into her.
"Fuck," he mutters, gripping her slow moving hips.
"Precisely," she whispers before she kisses him deeply.
Mona places her hands on either side of his head while she moves up and down on him; Nero mimics her moans and gasps. He let's out a deeper moan when Mona performs a kegle squeeze. Mona thinks back to her past exploits and makes the decision that Nero is perhaps the biggest she's been with. Certainly he's the most responsive. It's nice to hear his moans and know that she's the one causing them. Her thoughts are interrupted when Nero leans up and takes a nipple into his mouth. Mona lets out a harsher mewl when Nero gently bites it. Nero can feel himself nearing his own completion, but refuses to finish first. Quickly, he reaches his devil bringer between their two bodies, and starts playing with Mona's clit roughly. Mona quickens her pace so it's hard and fast. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is accompanied by the couples moans and gasps.
Mona cries out at his touch on her clit: it's just on the cusp of being painful without actually hurting her. Nero bites down on her nipple one last time before he switches to the other side. Mona let's out a loud mewl, and hopes to God that Dante and Trish aren't home right now. Nero fights off his orgasm, wanting to make Mona come first. Mona can feel herself ready to topple into her orgasm, and tries desperately to reach it. She's almost there, but she just can't get there: it frustrates her deeply. This is absolutely ridiculous, she thinks to herself. Nero looks up again and sees Mona's face contorted into desperation.
Nero harshly takes Mona's clit between his thumb and finger, and pinches it. It is just the push that Mona needs. She cries out loudly, and Nero pulls her face down to his and kisses her, trying desperately to try and muffle her cry. With a groan, Nero finally lets himself come inside her spasming walls. Mona rides out both of their orgasms, kissing Nero desperately, trying to force some of her pleasure on to him. It's been a while since she's had an orgasm as great as this one.
Finally, Nero slips himself out of Mona, takes the condom off, and deposits it in the trash beside the bed. Mona lays sprawled out on her back, her chest rising and falling quickly. Nero rolls back over and pulls her sweaty body against his own. Mona curls into him, her eyes closing softly and she breathes him in. He smells like sex, sweat, and cologne: a good smell.
"Did you do all that so I wouldn't feel hideous?" Mona asks after she catches her breath.
"No," Nero answers, "I did all that because I needed you and you needed me. We both needed that release." Nero kisses Mona's sweaty forehead. "Besides, had been thinking about doing that since I found out you thought about giving me a blowjob and thought about how my hand would feel between your legs."
Mona laughs and lightly punches his shoulder. "That was mortifying. And you didn't help the situation."
"I'm sorry. I'm an asshole…Did you like it?"
"Don't ask stupid questions." Mona leans up and kisses him on his lips once more. "We're going to nap, and then we're going to take a shower, because we are covered in sweat and spit."
Nero chuckles and throws a leg over Mona's.