This took me like a freakin' month to write holy crap. Its awful but I'm posting it anyways...Suffer.

Chapter 2: Love Bites

Being an evil sorcerer has it's perks; that was something Mephisto could wholeheartedly agree with as fact. Or at least, being trained in black crystal magic from an early age had its benefits. Returning to the cave was easy with his teleportation spells, and he had honed them to the point where all he had to do was think of a place or person, and he was there. Well, most of the time.

When he arrived, well after a spell to refresh himself, Lev was waking up and the twins were absent, most likely running loose and getting into trouble with Praxina hot on their tails. Lev had given him a weary look, but Mephisto had just sneered and kept moving. He had way too much on his mind right now and was less than interested in sparking up a conversation with the thief. Instead, he'd much rather think about what happened last night with Princess Talia.

A smirk played upon his lips as he lounged against the rock behind him. While his intentions to make her scream were meant to instill horror, he was not disappointed with her screams of pleasure. Of course, being feared by the princesses was something he thoroughly enjoyed, but the idea of their leader, the stiffest, most robotic person he had ever met, having the hots for him was too good to be true. Sure, she'd totally dominate him on the battlefield, which, in truth, was actually kind of hot now, but he'd make her wish he never found out. Hell, she was probably panicking at all the neat little doo-dads he had left for everyone's viewing pleasure. He could hardly wait to see how the girls would react. Iris and Auriana would undoubtedly question their leader on the bites, and Talia would have no choice but to try to make up some excuse and then she'd have to keep it up and holy shnupples that would be hilarious to watch! Grinning, he stood to head out towards the river not far from the cave.

"And just where have you been?" Praxina growled, standing at the entrance with the twins, each carrying a couple boxes of pizza. They were all dressed in casual earthling apparel, so he figured they had gone into the city to get it, rather than stealing it from an unsuspecting delivery boy. Laaame.

"Oh, sweet, lunch!" Mephisto grinned and Praxina swatted his hands away.

"Mephisto! You were supposed to go with me! You had the money, remember?!" Praxina screeched, poking him in the chest.

"Oops."

"Don't 'oops' me, where the hell did you go?!" Praxina frowned, crossing her arms over her chest and raising a perfectly manicured brow.

"I went out. I couldn't sleep last night." Mephisto shrugged, walking past her. It wasn't exactly a lie. Talia had made it more than difficult to fall asleep, and after some much needed relief, he was thankful for what little sleep he managed. The answer didn't seem to satisfy Praxina, and he suddenly felt the need to wash himself, or rather, run away from his overly suspicious sister and hope she wouldn't notice that he smelled of sweet jasmine.

"Uh-huh, so the boys and I left around eleven, and you weren't home before then, so where exactly did you go to kill time brother dear?" Praxina's gaze narrowed, and Mephisto rolled his eyes.

"For the last time, nowhere! I just kind of wandered off, I was tired. Besides, it's none of your business, Praxina. Now if you excuse me, I've got a date with nature." Mephisto smirked as she growled and just to annoy her, he flipped his bangs and tossed his cape to flutter in her face before teleporting away. Praxina let out a screech before turning her attention to the boys, "Hey! I said to wait! You're eating all the good slices! Those are mine!"

Lev grinned mischievously before standing, a hot slice of pepperoni in his hand. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully, 'The little snake is up to something. He was way too confident standing up to Prax...time for some digging.'

Mephisto sighed as his body settled in the cool spring water. It was a nice change from the cave, which was clammy and boring; why were they still living there anyways? What happened to staying at the house? Oh yeah, Talia blew a hole through the entire front part of the building. Pretty sure he saw her do the same thing to that smoothie place too. That girl has no respect for earthling architecture.

Correction: That woman.

He was 100% sure on the fact that Talia had changed. He hadn't paid her too much attention originally when they first arrived on this godforsaken planet. She was always there, leading her friends into battle, but they didn't fight each other one on one too often. Besides that, she wasn't his type. He preferred girly, cute, and exciting girls. Talia was more of the boyish, mature, no-nonsense type. That, however, had changed too. Talia was an emotional woman despite her stone faced appearance. She left his head reeling and ringing last night; he could feel everything she felt and hear everything she thought, or at least, what she allowed. She's got an unusually powerful mind, even for a Xerin. Not only that, but the princess was intense. She was like a puzzle with so many pieces he couldn't figure out. Everything about her seemed like a spark just waiting to set fire and he found himself enjoying the way he slowly ignited them all.

And that was just what Talia's mind was like. She felt like a dream underneath him, and the way she moved was borderline hypnotic. Her skin was smooth as butter, hair softer than fresh snow. He could suck on her lips all day and never tire. She tasted not only amazing, she felt amazing. The way she jerked beneath him, the slow grinds of her heat over him, hell, the way she felt in his hands alone was enough to make his face flush. Groaning, he rinsed off his face, trying to wipe his memory of the way she looked in the moonlight. Leaning back he sighed, opening his eyes and, soon after, his mouth to scream when he realized Lev was leaning against the tree with an amused smirk.

"GAAAAHHHH!" Mephisto failed in the water before covering his chest and pointing an accusatory finger at the vanilla haired thief, "What are you doing here?!" Lev only laughed, walking over to join him, laying back and relaxing in the grass.

Mephisto glared, sinking into the water muttering about privacy, "What do you want anyway?"

"Me? As if I only do stuff for my benefit." Lev feigned offense.

"Well don't you?"

"Okay, yeah. I want details. You know, like, per say, the girl's' name?" Lev popped open one of his baby blues to catch Mephisto stiffen.

"Name? Whose name?"

"The girl you were with last night. You think I didn't see you leave? You're lucky the twins are heavy sleepers, otherwise Prax would've known in a heartbeat." Lev grinned, looking at his nails.

"I-you-how?!" Mephisto gaped, look like a flopping fish out of water.

Lev let out a string of hearty laughter, wiping a tear from his eye, "Oh my god, your face! Dude! From man to man, I know. You're usually not that confident. So, who's the girl who's captured our little snake boy's heart?"

"More like my head…" Mephisto muttered, relaxing a bit.

"You know what I mean. That's only the beginning. So what's she like? Describe her, maybe I can guess." Lev encouraged, sitting up to rest his arm on one knee.

"Dude, how many girls have you met on this planet?!"

"That, my friend, is a secret. But go on, let's have it."

"You can't tell the others! Not the twins or Prax, and especially not Gramorr! You tell and you'll regret it!" Mephisto argued, sticking out his hand.

"Fine, sure, whatever." Lev shrugged.

"No, no, no. Bro shake on it. Magical bro pact."

"Wow, you're pretty serious. That's really a thing? I mean, I don't know man... naaaahhh, I'm a nosey bitch. Tell me." Lev grinned, shaking Mephisto's hand and raising an eyebrow as their magic glowed together before fading.

"Okay, where do I start...so she's a bit of a wild card. Like, its hard to figure how she'll react to things."

"Is she crazy?"

"Crazy for me!" Mephisto grinned, earning an eyeroll.

"Okay, blonde, brunette, or redhead? Or does she do that weird hair dying thing people on this planet like so much?" Lev asked with a nonchalant wave.

"Brunette. No, wait. It's not just brown. It's like a chocolate fountain of wonderful secrets." Mephisto look to Lev expectantly, only to blush as Lev gave him an unimpressed stare.

"I...nevermind. She's just...not like any other girl on this planet!" Mephisto sighed; that was an understatement. How many aliens were on this planet, he barely knew. However, he knew for a fact that Talia was becoming incomparable. Sure, he wasn't in love with her, but he was certain he was starting to feel something new. Sighing, he rested his head on his arms over the cold ground, "I guess I'm just taken aback. Perhaps if I knew before, or noticed a change...she's so good at hiding how she feels, even from me. She's so pretty and confusing and scary and distant. She's almost unreachable. She thinks she's unimportant sometimes and she's lost so much. I don't get how someone who comes off so confident and proud could feel so self-conscious and…dude...are you...are you crying?!"

"No! I just got a little spring water in my eye." Lev looked away before clearing his throat. Perhaps he had some similar trauma, but Mephisto felt it best not to ask.

"So," Lev smirked, "what's she like in bed?"

"LEV! I can't believe I actually felt concerned for you!"

"Dude, you weren't back for a while, I gotta ask!"

"Who says we did anything?!"

"The scratches on your back beg to differ." Lev gave him a triumphant shrug as Mephisto's eyes widened, his pale skin reddening instantly.

"Dammit!"

"Well, was she any good? And was she the dominant and dirty type or the shy and submissive type?"

"Oh my God…"

"Just answer! Quit being a baby about it!"

"Alright! Alright! If it gets you to leave...I mean, she's kind of both. Like she let me control the situation, but she caught me off guard and switched on a dime. It was...thrilling." Mephisto's expression softened. Thrilling was a perfect way to describe Talia. Sure, she wasn't flirty and romantic like Iris or spontaneous and playful like Auriana, or even dark and devious like Praxina. Talia was a whole bunch of things bundled up in a box, and he was too curious to not open it. Hell, she seemed to like it, and he liked the way she kept him on his toes.

Speaking of which, he needed to hurry if he was gonna see the fireworks he set to blow. He could only imagine the horrified look she'd have or the knowing looks of her teammates. Like hell he missed that humiliation. Sure he felt bad for the girl, but getting a rise out of her was too good to pass up.

"Hey Lev, could you cover me for a little while?"

"Huh?"

"Thanks, you're the best! Bye!" Mephisto grinned, jumping from the lake and grabbing his clothes. Lev called after him, shielding his eyes, but Mephisto was in too much of a hurry. As he began sliding on his tunic, he paused considering his appearance. It kind of just got in the way last time. Smirking, he opted for a quick magical makeover before teleporting away.

Lev looked after where he disappeared from before shaking his head with a smirk, "Tsk. You get all that?"

Praxina frowned as she moved from behind the brush, now back in her magical garb, "More than I wanted. Could you be anymore crude?"

"Yeah, probably."

"I don't like this." She murmured, leaning against the trunk of a tree and crossing her arms.

"Please, you don't like anything. Besides, this is the most normal thing he's done since we got here, and it's not like we haven't had our fair share of human lovers."

"That's different. That was never anything romantic or lovey dovey. I don't like that look in his eye. Mephisto gets attached easily and when things backfire he gets dangerous. He feels too much." Praxina frowned, a look of concern on her face.

"You're worrying way too much. He's 19 years old, Praxina. This is just life. You can't protect him from it forever. It's just a little puppy love, unlike you and your little guitar hero. What, no double macchiato this morning?" Lev raised an eyebrow as she flinched, her cheeks turning a rosy red as her eyes widened.

"S-shut up, you nosey troll!" Praxina hissed, kicking him into the spring as he let out a yelp.

Mephisto silently thanked the heavens as he teleported into the back of the auditorium. A small spell allowed him to cloak himself from alerting the princess, but Talia stumbled a little and looked in his direction before falling back into the groove of the music. Mephisto tilted his head, resting it on his fist. He'd never been to a LoliRock concert, let alone a practice before, so this was new. Spying on the princesses was one thing, but to actually be there was something new to him.

He grinned at the outfit Talia had chosen; a black and white leggings and a black sports bra under and oversized turquoise tank. He could make out some small bites along her arms, but it was her neck that left him with a sly grin. The bruises and bites were more than obvious, and her hair wasn't enough to cover the front of it. It was too bad she hadn't decided to wear her hair up, that would've been hilarious.

A few minutes in however, Mephisto realized he had made a mistake. She was hardly fazed. He, on the other hand, was feeling the heat. What even was this?! The music was its typical pop style, but the girls were whipping out some fierce dance moves. He soon found himself mesmerized by the way she moved. Every step was flawless and yet full of fire. The sway of her hips, the confidence in her strut, the sultry look in her eyes whenever she looked his way; he swore if she did that one more time he would burst. And yet, the song called for him to watch her, to focus on everything she was doing. How anyone could dance with a staff so gracefully he could hardly imagine.

'No. Nonononono! Staffs were not meant to be involved in hip thrust! You stop that!' Mephisto felt his eyes mouth go dry as they pushed up off the floor into the next turn and honestly the smirk she wore on her face made him blush. He squeezed his legs together, trying to ignore the growth that was becoming inevitable as the choreography became more complex; more sensual as the dance break built up. It wasn't until it ended that he let out a sigh of relief.

Except they were far from done. Talia's voice rang clear in his head, he could physically feel her magic building, and it wasn't just from the obvious stage show they were putting on. It was like a dangerous caress, a flirtatious coo, that left his blood boiling and made his common sense falter. A soft purr slipped from his lips and he bit his lip as her hips moved with the build up of the bass before she posed, finishing off the line with a less than subtle wink.

'Okay, that's so uncalled for. Pretty sure she's trying to kill me.' He had never interacted with a flirty Talia. This was unraveling him all sorts of ways. 'What the hell's got into her?'

The rest of the song went by in a blur, and he was practically a sweaty, panting mess in the corner of the room. How the hell did he survive that?! People went to this shit for fun? Perhaps humans are more durable than he originally thought.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Auriana squealed, tossing her wand in the air before catching it.

"I know right! We're totally ready for the song's debut. What do you think, Talia?" Iris smiled, pushing back her bangs.

"I think a couple of dress rehearsals later this week would be the next step. Then we'll be ready. You all did great today. I suppose I can let you out a little early today." Talia grinned as the girls' eyes widened excitedly.

"Really?" Iris brightened, "This is perfect! That gives me an extra hour to get ready for my date with Nathaniel!"

"We should totally curl your hair with the extra time! I mean, more so than usual!" Auriana clasped her hands excitedly.

"That'd be great! Can you help me?" Iris grinned, taking Auriana's hands. The redhead smiled from ear to ear.

"I'd love to!"

With a squeal of delight, the girls took off with Iris pausing after Auriana, "You sure you don't want help with cleanup, Talia?"

"Go on. Get ready for your date." Talia chuckled, crossing her arms with amusement. Iris grinned before running off. Talia grabbed her bottle and her staff before making her way downstairs. With a lasting look, she smiled his way and he could hear her in his head, telling him to follow.

He let out a small groan, rising slowly. She was about to unleash all her fury on him. He just knew it. Torture him with her awesome dance moves and rip out his soul after; no witnesses. He followed, each step making him more and more nervous. Maybe it was how wonderfully tight her pants were that left him chewing on his bottom lip with hunger, or perhaps the frustration and fear over both verbal and telepathic silence. When they came to the door she gestured for him to enter and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it in the process.

"Whoa, what is this place? It looks awesome!" Mephisto grinned, checking out the wall decor.

"Welcome to the LoliRock dressing room." Talia offered a small smile as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail at her personal station. He could see the puncture wounds had faded, well, all except the bite on her neck left from his own orgasm last night. He colored, looking down at his feet.

"That's a new look for you. I don't recall ever seeing you in Earth's fashion before. You look good in red." Mephisto tensed as Talia eyed him through the mirror. She meant his clothes right? He had decided on a dark and faded crimson v-neck shirt with jeans and scuffed up old combat boots; a plaid black and grey button up was hanging loosely from his hips. It was definitely different from his Ephedia garb he wore daily.

"Yeah, well, I figured if Praxina could get away with it, so could I. Green is more my color though." Mephisto relaxed, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

"Yeah, and I'm sure those shades you insist on wearing totally complete the can take those off now. Everyone's headed home anyways." She grinned before turning her attention back to her own appearance. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"T-the show?" He swallowed hard, folding his shades before looking away and smirking, "What of it? It's not like I watched the whole thing."

"Maybe not, but the tent in your pants could give a girl a lot of ideas." Talia smirked, turning to face him. Mephisto blushed heavily and gasped as she grabbed him by the collar.

"I bet you thought this was funny. Leaving all your little marks on me." Talia glared up at him, but he was much more terrified by the fact that she looked amused.

"W-well now that you mention it-"

"You did it on purpose!"

"W-well, that's what you get for jumping in my head all unannounced!" Mephisto rebutted, removing her hands, "Hands off the merchandise, Princess, you're starting to look desperate. You wouldn't want anyone thinking you actually like me."

She shoved him back, and he winced as his back hit wood. With a cocky grin she untied his flannel and pulled his hips to meet her own. A strangled groan escaped him and she raised an eyebrow in response, "Don't be ridiculous, Mephisto, we both know you want me right now, just like you did last night. I could hear you back there. I could feel it. You have no idea what you're making me do."

He looked her in the eye and he was lost in the way they seemed to glow. A war was raging between lust and frustration; rivaling the adoration was her sensibility, and they could both see that it beginning to crumble the longer they were together.

"What is it you're going to do, exactly, Princess? Last time I checked, I did most of the work."

She grinned devilishly, and he felt himself tense as her hand gripped his throbbing member. When had she even undone his pants anyways? When did she get so devious?

"Talia...fuck…How the hell-"

"Funny how punishments work, isn't it? If you get to mark me, I get to give you one. It's only fair, isn't it?"

He couldn't answer. Her lips found his and she tasted so delicious he forgot how to breathe. The smell of sweat and perfume left him spellbound and the saltiness of her lips became an addiction, as if he needed her simply to breathe properly. He moaned into her mouth as she massaged his length, his hands reaching for anything to help him keep balance; gripping the counter and entangled in her hair were his top picks so far.

Her tongue slipped past his lips and he trembled slightly at her abrupt intrusion, but welcomed it wholeheartedly. She bit down on his lower lip, eliciting a gasp and she giggled at his response before kissing along his jawline. His pain was soon forgotten as her teeth raked across his earlobe, and he let out a whimper as she sucked at it, her thumb tracing lazy circles over his head.

"God, Talia...that feels good…" He huffed, taking in her scent as she teased his body.

"You like it?" Talia softened, reddening lips curling into a small smile.

"Yeah," he purred, his hands cradling her face as he pulled her closer to him, "Don't stop."

Talia seemed flustered by his actions, but quickly regained her thoughts as she slipped passed the remaining barrier between them. It amused him that she got so shy over acts of tenderness. He'd try to do so more often, it was honestly kind of cute. He snapped out of his thoughts with a growl, his forehead, now dampening with perspiration, pressing against hers as his eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of her fingers raking across his scalp was driving him mad and her lips were slowly making their way to his quickening pulse. He cursed her as she sucked at his throat, nipping and lapping at the snowy flesh as her hand moved up and down his hardened shaft. He wasn't sure if his plan to visit her was going well or really, really bad anymore, but they had both thrown out their logical reasoning long ago. Right now, she was too busy driving him mad, and he was too busy letting her. He'd thrust his hips to her and it would only earn a harsher bite. She decorated his skin with smears of coconut lip gloss and deep rouge bruises, taking delight in the way he'd move against her and pull at the sheer fabric of her shirt. He trembled as she pulled from him, and in his dazed he pulled her back to him.

Talia's eyes widened, and a small smile played on her lips, "You're always so impatient."

"You're not really helping me stop." He husked, his lips brushing over her cheek.

"Who said we were stopping? I just don't want you to make a mess all over my station." Talia smirked, pushing away from the pink-cheeked sorcerer.

"I- you…"

Talia giggled, pulling up a chair and guiding him over to it.

"You totally planned this, didn't you?" Mephisto grinned, eying her with amusement, "And you had the nerve to get on to me. How rude of you, Talia!"

"I plan everything."

"Except last night." Mephisto's smile broadened and Talia's cheeks turned a rosy hue before she glared and shoved him down into the seat.

"Peeping Tom."

"Hey, next time, don't invite me, Princess." Mephisto laughed, pulling her closer, "How bad was it? I gotta know your excuse. How'd they take it?"

Talia cringed, looking uncomfortable, "...Iris tried to give me the talk."

"That...is fuckin' hilarious." Mephisto laughed, earning an eyeroll.

"If you're gonna start making puns I'm leaving." Talia huffed, crossing her arms.

"What about Auriana? How'd she take it? I bet she noticed!"

"She's still trying to find out who did it. I just told them it was a mosquito or something." Talia shrugged, crossing her arms.

"That's a terrible excuse!...Did they believe you?" Mephisto grinned, his fingers playing with the waistband of her leggings.

"Not a chance! At least, not at first. I haven't dated anyone so Iris kind of let it go, but you know how Auriana can be about boys. She never let's it go." Talia sighed, throwing up her hands in defeat.

"Glad to see you suffer, Princess." Mephisto smiled, earning a smug smirk from the brunette as she straddled him.

"We'll see who's really suffering, just you wait." The devilish glint in Talia's golden eyes was more than enough to set fire to his loins and his mouth went dry as her fingers trailed along his skin, bringing his lips to her in a painfully slow motion. He groaned as he realized he had given up his control to her without a second thought, and he was now doomed to the princess' bidding. Which really sucks 'cause she's being such a freaking tease!

He can feel her in the back of his mind, her damn siren song, and he eggs her on, his hand gripping at the terribly thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers comb through violet curls and he sighs into her mouth as he thrusts his hips against her. She mews in response and allows him to taste her, her tongue rolling over his with hunger. She's getting louder; she hardly makes a sound, but inside his head she's screaming for him, and he can feel himself getting lost in her thoughts. His body is warm and his mind is flowing with an addictive and sensual chaos. His fangs graze her lip, and she moans out loud for him; it's enough to make his toes curl and his heart skip a beat. His lips find her throat and she winces with pain, but her hold on him tightens and she pleads for his touch. Her hips begin to move and he hisses into the crook of her neck before he catches her eyes.

There's something almost inhumane, something unfamiliar in them; it's uncharacteristic, unnatural to him. There's a building storm behind them and it's clear as day that she wants nothing more than his attention, and he finds himself indulging in the idea that anyone could look at him in such a way, especially someone like her. Perhaps it was because of their backgrounds; Xerins and Zaterrans have always been at very opposite sides of the spectrum, and by a rather outdated law that was set way before even his pappie was born, canoodling with the rivaling kingdom's princess was a huge no-no. And yet, he was doing exactly that. He couldn't help himself from indulging in what Talia had offered; her magic seemed too almost complete him; it felt so right with his own and he wanted to feel everything he felt with her last night tenfold. Her kisses became more aggressive and desperate. He loses himself in where she's touched and how good it feels, hardly pausing as she pulls his shirt over his head.

It's the first time she's seen so much of him, and her face lights up something incredible, but she gets over her embarrassment long enough to take him in. He shivers under her touch, watching with sharp eyes as she traces over every scar and bruise with those lovely lips of hers. She paused over his left bicep, her thumb caressing a deep scar.

"I did this…"

"Did you?" Of course he remembered that she did it, it hurt like hell! It was one of the deeper scars he had received, but she was so angry that day he wasn't surprised, "It's no big deal, that was like, two years ago. Besides, I got you pretty good that day myself."

Talia paused, tilting her head before muttering an apology. He colored as she pressed a soft kiss over the scar before thumbing at it and continuing on toward his shoulder. He swallowed hard at her reaction, unsure of how to take it. Why would she even care to apologize for that? Why would she regret that, they're enemies...right?

Talia paused, and he gulped as her slender fingers trickled along his chest. He straightened, and she gave him a reassuring smile before pulling her tank over her head. He bit into his lip, feeling his thirst for her raging within him at the sight of her breast decorated in his bites. Screw it, he was borderline predatorial.

His smirk returned as he pulled her close to him, his heart racing as she whispered his name. His tongue dragged along her cleavage and her response was to swirl her hips over his crotch. He gasped with delight at the friction, his free hand clawing at her thighs for release. His thrusts became erratic and she began to pant out words of encouragement, nipping at his ear as he fell under her influence. Her name fell off his lips on repeat, and he became desperate as he pulsated between her legs. Every kiss and grope was increasingly being lead by Talia, and in his ravenous state he gave himself to her for the chance at reaching his high. She moved out of his grasp. He cursed her, already missing her presence. She hovered over him, and he moved to reach for her, but was pulled back. A cheshire grin quickly spread across her lips.

That's when the alarms in his head went off. Talia was a strategist, and a good one at that. He looked back over his shoulder and glared at her crystal, already melded to the back of the chair around his hands. A feral growl crawled its way up his throat as he struggles to free them, but despite his alien strength, he couldn't break it, let alone use his magic crest to start a summoning spell. He should've known she was up to something. Nobody danced that smoothly in front of someone they liked, even with a lot of practice, without trying to form a plan. She figured he'd come to see her and she had calculated her every move; deceived him into believing she'd let him have his way with her again! Now the tables were turned. He had to hand it to Talia; she had one hell of a poker face.

Her plump lips curled at the corners to form a sultry smirk and Mephisto let out a startled squeak at dark look in her eyes. Playfulness danced about in her amber orbs and he licked his lips with anticipation. 'Just what is she planning?'

"Alright, Princess, you got me. What's next?"

Talia tapped her chin, giving him a once over before nodding her head with satisfaction. They both knew he wasn't getting out of this one anytime soon. She raised an amused brow, "I thought you would've figured it out by now; this is your undoing."

He gulped, flushing as she moved towards him, hips swaying. He let slip a throaty groan as she straddled his lap, shifting and grinding until he hit the spot she felt best. How merciless. He tensed as her hands moved over his body, her soothing touch relaxing every muscle and making him whimper against her. She chuckled at his response before slowly rolling her hips over his; it was calculating, torturous, and extremely arousing. The more she moved the more he felt he was losing himself in her. He could smell her so strongly he felt dizzy; whether it be from the sweet smell of jasmine in her hair to the raw stench of glistening sweat making her glow, he could care less.

"T-Talia...god, you're the worst…"

She flashed him a toothy smile before dragging her tongue along the delicate flesh of his neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises and pleasurable enough to make the poor boy purr. He soon found himself getting desperate, panting and moaning for attention, pleading with her to help him come. His body jerked at every lick and he was quickly building up to his release. Between her vicious onslaught on his chest and neck with that sinful mouth of hers and the rhythm of her hips, he was a panting, cursing, desperate mess. His arms ached from his erratic movements, and he yearned to touch her. His focus teeter in and out as she worked him over, and his head began to spin. Her mouth pleasured him as her mind spoke to him, and he couldn't decide which did more teasing.

He grunted as her grinding became sloppy, and her passions outweighed her self-control. He could probably watch her all day as she rode him, taking pleasure at the way she clawed at his shoulders and sobbed at the way his hard cock felt against her clit. He really wanted to kiss her, to earn her climax. Sloppy kisses between pants was slowly becoming unsatisfactory, and he pleaded with her to give him some kind of physical connection he could control. She seemed to take pity on him, leaning in closer as she lowered the straps of her bra from her shoulders. Mephisto moaned as his lips grazed her skin, delighted with being able to taste her creamy skin. His fangs trace along her collarbone to her broad shoulders before he nuzzled her neck. Her pulse rang in his ears and he was at his limit, certain he would explode at any minute. Her fingers pulled at his hair and he sunk his teeth into her with unrelenting hunger. He could feel her magic slowly seeping into his own, and it only made him bite harder. Talia shook as she continued her onslaught, his whimpers pushing her over the threshold as his dark magic clouded her senses. Slowly she rode it out, enjoying the way he trembled beneath her. A satisfied smile graced her lips as she leaned into him, removing the crystal around his wrists as she hummed her magical hymn.

His arms wrapped around her waists and he pulled her close, nuzzling her chest as he caught his breath, "That was...that was insane."

"In a good way, I hope…" Talia blushed, chewing at her bottom lip.

"Amazingly good! I didn't think you had that in you!" Mephisto grinned, chuckling.

"Yeah?" Talia laughed, pushing back her bangs, "I'm surprised; I always thought I had you figured out. You're much more sensitive than I expected. I liked it."

"W-what do you mean?!"

"Well, isn't that why you wear the high collars? You practically screamed when I-"

"T-Talia! S-shut up!" Mephisto redeemed, looking away from her. Talia's eyes widened before she started to laugh at his embarrassment. He eyes her cautiously, and found himself less embarrassed for himself and more enamored at the way she looked so pleased with herself. Sure, she glowed in the moonlight, but the mirror's lighting made her seen angelic, despite her more than sinful actions.

'Oh no…' Mephisto gulped as she moved off of him to pick up her shirt. He moved to stand and stumbled a bit; his legs were like jelly and he barely managed to grab his shirts without falling on his face. He eyed his reflection, going slack jawed at the various prints and bites she had left trailing from his neck to his abdomen, and the redness of his shoulders. He could only imagine what's his back looked like.

"You...that's really hot." He smirked, eyeing her as he threw his shirt back on.

Talia blushed brightly, a sheepish smile on her face. After making sure his clothing was all back on his body and smoothing his hair down to look somewhat normal, he followed Talia towards the door.

"Hey, Mephisto?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for coming."

"Huh? Why? Did you miss me?" Mephisto looked genuinely surprised by the idea, and Talia flushed.

"N-no! Of course not! I can't stand you!"

"That was the worst lie ever." Mephisto laughed, crossing his arms.

Talia pouted at his laughter before it slowly faded into a smile. His laughter was contagious.

"So...until next time?" Talia looked hopeful, and he blushed at her insinuation. She wanted to see him again? Did she want to do this more often? What rabbit hole did he fall down?

"Uh, yeah. Maybe you can show me some other places around town."

"And maybe we can try doing some other things, like, not these kind of things, but...maybe a little bit more innocent things?" Talia's grip tightened on the door. He wondered if it was hard for her to ask him...wait.

"Do you...are you hinting that you wanna go on a date?!" Mephisto gaped at her, eyes widening and she winced.

After a long silence had passed, she stepped back, "Nevermind. I was being silly. I shouldn't have said anything."

"W-what? No, wait! That sounds awesome! I've never actually been on one here on earth. I just didn't expect you to ask me…"

"Really?"

"Y-yeah, can I...get back to you on that? I wanna make a plan first. I've kind of got a new appreciation for those things now!" Mephisto smiled, scratching at the back of his head.

"Oh! Of course! I mean, um, yeah. Take your time." Talia cleared her throat, "Well, I gotta go soon. I'll see you later then?"

"Right. Until then, Princess! And thanks!"

"Hm? What for?" Talia frowned with confusion.

Mephisto grinned, winking at her, "The love bites!"

Talia blushed heavily, her eyes widening before she slammed the door shut in an flustered frenzy. Mephisto laughed before he turned on his heel and headed towards the exit signs. Nobody warned him she'd be this cute.

He was starting to like Talia.

Welp, feel free to send me ideas 'cause apparently we've got a date to plan! :P

-KT