A/N: Sometimes I wonder if I have made our boys move too fast - then I remember I moved fast in my youth too :D Anyway... here's some smut!

Atem

His breathing slows, his body relaxes and I sense his mind stills as sleep takes him. The bright white aura of his soul pulses calmly and he looks so beautiful laying peacefully beside me.

He's had a very big day today, and I've sufficiently worn him out. He has done so well though. For someone who has never had any sexual experience he was able to keep up with my libido, even stepping into territories I didn't believe he would dare. It is not uncommon for humans to take large risks when it comes to their experiences, especially when their partner is a veteran, but Yugi is sweet and wholesome and I thought he would want to take this slow.

I was wrong in that regard. He is smart and very aware of where his limits are, but I failed to anticipate how touch starved he would feel. 28 years is nothing to me, but for him it is everything. He's wanted a partner his whole life, of course he would feel sexually frustrated as well. Hell, with how ready he is to date seemingly anyone, even a vile demon such as myself, he's probably a little more experienced with himself than I realise. Little devil.

I chuckle to myself lightly and lean over to kiss his temples. He breathes in and sighs happily, his hand tightens around my shirt. He is so precious! I've never been so moved by something so pure in all my life. He makes my heart beat. Actually beat! I haven't felt it thrum like this in so long.

Yugi, I don't know what you've done to me but I think I'm okay with this.

I am much too awake to lay here though. Watching him sleep is all well and good, but there's a couple of things I'd like to do first and now that he's asleep this is the best opportunity.

I close my eyes, steel myself and find my center. My core pulses, slowly extending to the nearest shadow: a crease in the bedsheets. It is a sliver of protection but one that rivers into a pool under the bed. Here I can collect myself and allow my physical presence to fall away, leaving only my clothes as evidence I had been up there. I wait a moment, feeling the air in the room ebb and flow from Yugi's gentle breathing. His soul glows brightly above me like a star however his light is dim and soft with sleep. Good, I am free to move around so long as I am careful.

From this spot I aggravate the energy around the light switch. Blowing the globe would be much easier but it would not do to start breaking Yugi's things. The light flickers and I push just a little harder to flip the switch. This is a trivial task really, but doing it without waking Yugi, without making the earth tremble - that is the challenge. But I succeeded. Yugi's breathing hasn't changed. His soul wavers but he is sound asleep, and now the room is cast in darkness I am free to move out into the open.

I can see everything. I can see him sleeping soundly upon his bed, holding my shirt close to his chest and completely unaware of my form touching every corner, every wall. I can see the souls of humans in nearby apartments around, above and below his. I can see outside his window as if I were standing before it and the sleeping city outside.

If he were to wake he would find nothing but my empty clothes and an illusion of a cascading shadow on his walls and ceiling. I must move quickly however. He sleeps but it is light and should his innate senses detect me he may still stir.

I slip an arm under the door and hide among the lines of the floorboards, slipping into the dark bathroom to breathe a little more. From here I stretch out into the hall once more, carefully exposing as little of my shadow as possible to the light. I feel at the tip of my arm a pool I can pour myself into. It is the shadow of the couch and from here I can comfortably upset the flow of energy again to force the light switch off.

Now his entire apartment is cast in darkness and I am free to step out into the open. My form collects enough in the center of the room, hovering above the floor. Were Yugi to see me like this he would scream. I am no longer connected to the shadows of the room as the whole room has become my home now, but were he to see me he would find a black, dense mass of void simply mimicking the shape of a man. I would be difficult to describe I suppose as in this form I am as I choose to be. I have no boundaries save for the need for a shadow to bind me or a host to keep me grounded.

But it is this freedom that allows me to extend an arm to the front and balcony doors and burn sigils under the wood's surface. Sigils that will burn and bind and blind any demon that dares to cross into my territory. It is this freedom that will allow me to scratch into the ceilings awnings seals, wards, spells and symbols that guard and shield Yugi against an angelic intrusion that isn't him. Yugi shouldn't feel these if his charm protects him from other angels as well as himself. It is this freedom that allows me to scour every inch of his apartment in search for any trace of angelic or demonic interference aside from him or myself. Thankfully I detect nothing which means so far in his 28 years upon this world no angels have found him yet and no other demon has dared to prey upon him. Good.

With the protection spells in place I decide to tidy up after ourselves. A simple courtesy and show of appreciation. Cleaning up the rubbish and dishes and resetting his lounge room to the way it was before my arrival is trivial and soon, once I am satisfied all is in order and he is well protected, I float on back to his room and slip under the door with ease.

He is still sound asleep and completely unaware of my actions. I shouldn't linger though. It would be disastrous were he to wake with my hovering over him like this.

I close my vision to the room around me and gather myself into a solid mass, stepping onto the cold hardwood floor. The shadows lick at my bare skin and I step from them, letting them fall from me like a black silk robe. The cool night air caresses my skin and I take a good deep breath once I have lungs to do so. I fluff my feathers and roll my shoulders, stretching out my neck and shaking out my fingers. That form is extremely freeing but I've always preferred the firm snugness muscles, skin and bone provide.

Now this form would be less shocking to him but to awaken to me nude standing before him might be a little too rousing. Unfortunately he is too tightly gripping my shirt to release it so quietly and carefully I take what I can: my pants and socks really, and neatly place them beside the bed before I climb in beside him.

I can see his soul rousing now and slowly he follows, waking just enough to move in confusion.

"It's alright." I whisper, gently gliding my fingers over his arm and guiding him to me. "I'm here. You're safe."

He hums and snuggles in, absently curling up against my chest and seemingly ignorant of the fact that I too am nude now. His bare flesh is warm against mine and he snakes his leg between mine to hook me to him. He's trapped me among his gorgeously soft limbs but I truly do not mind. Once he stops moving and sighs deeply I adjust just enough to get comfortable to sleep and drape my wing over the both of us, for warmth and protection. Slowly I breathe, letting the weightlessness of sleep approach me and Yugi's soft breathing is like a lullaby I have not heard in an age.

I breathe in her scent, she laps at my tongue, my hands squeeze her flesh and her legs tighten around my hips. I delve into her, drinking her moans as her fingers claw at my back.

"Atem." She gasps loudly, desperately. I love that I can bring her this pleasure. Her body is my temple and I worship every sound she makes, every hot touch. She is beautiful and mine and

"ATEM!"

She screams and I open my eyes to her being ripped from me. I reach for her, running towards the wretches that would take her from me when I feel my legs kicked out from under me. The harsh, scratching sand grates against my skin and I spit it out of my mouth, but that's all I can do before my hair is being roughly pulled. I'm ripped to my knees and I go to grab at the hands that have me but through squinted eyes I see her.

Her dress is ripped off her, men surround and block her from my sight. I hear her screaming and crying for help but there's nothing I can do. A sharp blade touches my throat and -

I shoot awake roughly, pushing myself back from the blade that threatens me. I hear a yelp of surprise and I push off the soft sinking surface to spread my wings wide and fanning my feathers for extra effect.

Before me I see the rapidly shaking and vibrating soul of the brightest star I've seen cowering at the end of the bed, a sheet pulled up to his chest for some weak form of protection. I know this soul and tasting his fear sends a violent cold shiver through my body, an intense realisation that I have frightened him. He looks ready to run at the first chance he has and it hurts everywhere to know I am what he fears.

I reel myself in, folding my wings close to my body and bow my head to him while I suck in my fangs to a reasonable length. I close my eyes to blink away any kind of threat he might have seen and I keep myself low, bowing and angling my wings so that he can clearly see the backs of them. I'm practically in a begging position and I have never done this to a human much less an angel.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to frighten you." I say quietly and humbly.

I feel the bed shift and sense the electricity of his aura calm but I dare not look at him until he has accepted my submission, in the meantime I question when I became so docile. I suppose when I realised this quirky little soul was so much more than a mere human and yet is so helpless without a guide.

"It's okay." His voice is small and tentative but then I feel him move closer. I see his fingers on the bed creep into view. He's leaning to touch me and not a moment later I feel his other hand on my shoulder. The warmth I feel from this one touch makes the rest of my body feel cold. It's an odd feeling considering I usually run hot all the time - the cold is uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry to have woken and frightened you actually." He continues, his voice much kinder and calmer now. I chance to glance at him, spying that beautifully welcoming smile of his. He thinks he woke me but what could he have done to have achieved that?

"It's alright. You can relax." He says. His soul is calm and bright and he does not appear to be afraid anymore. I guess I just startled him. It still amazes me how quickly he can trust a creature like me. But I follow his advice and relax somewhat, sitting up slowly lest any sudden movements startle him. He follows my eyes with a bright wide smile until they wonder down for just a second and he looks away sharply, blushing madly.

"Y-you um… you got undressed last night…" He stammers shyly.

I look down, see my nude body exposed to him as much as he is to me and use my wings to cover me completely, essentially creating a black feathered teepee on his bed. I hear him chuckle lightly and the bed shifts once more. Shortly after my feathers move and he shyly pokes his head under them to spy me.

"You're not doing a great job hiding in the middle of my bed you know?" He laughs gently. Then he blinks at me in wonder and I can do nothing but remain still as he scrutinizes me. "I didn't know your eyes could glow like that."

I blink at him in confusion and slowly unfold my wings again to sit close to me but now around me. He sits back up on his knees, gathering the sheet to cover himself but he never looks away. "They're like a cats in the dark, but red." He muses.

"They let me see in the dark." I say quietly. Okay, get a hold of yourself. Why are you being so shy! "Are you alright? I did not hurt you?" I ask more confidently this time, though I keep my body hidden as best as I can from his curious eyes.

He shakes his head no and smiles happily at me. "No. You startled me but then I think I startled you more." He laughs freely. "I'm sorry about that. You were sleeping so soundly and I just wanted to feel how soft your wings were."

"You were petting them?" I ask, surprised of course. Surprised I felt nothing that is.

"Yeah. I thought that's what woke you."

I see. He was simply curious and I happened to wake with a start. I sigh gently, relaxing my wings a little more and sitting a little straighter. An air of my usual confidence is coming about me now to my relief.

"No. I did not feel it. I am sorry, I woke from an uncomfortable dream and had forgotten where I was."

"Oh." He frowns slightly, leaning forward just a little. "Are you okay?"

I smile at him reassuringly and he smiles back. "Yes. Much. I also apologise for my lack of clothing, if this makes you uncomfortable I can get dressed again. It is much easier to fall asleep wearing nothing and I had hoped I would wake before you."

He shakes his head no but he is blushing deeply. "It doesn't bother me… actually it um… I like it…" He laughs shyly.

I wish now though I had slipped into my human suit. I have no qualms showing him that side of me. It is more relatable, not so different, not so … transfigured…

My wings slowly cover me again, leaving only my head exposed but before they can close all the way he reaches out and stops them. I freeze, uncertain why he is stopping me from covering myself from him and he looks almost apologetic.

"Please… you don't have to hide from me."

"But -"

"I like your body and what makes you you."

My chest pounds painfully and I feel myself flinch from his words. I see no lie in his voice, only sincerity and hope. How could… why?

He takes his hand away and I'm not sure if I should cover myself like I'd like to or let him see me. "If you feel uncomfortable then I won't stop you from covering yourself - I just want you to know that I like what I see and I don't think you need to hide from me."

"How can you like this?" I ask in disgust and confusion, clearly referring to myself and he simply smiles warmly at me.

"What's not to like? You're beautiful."

Beautif-

I hide.

That's all I can do.

I pull my wings up to form a teepee again and I am not coming out. Not this time. No. I am not beautiful. Not like this.

I hear a small sad hum but then I feel movement. He sits beside me and I feel him lean against my wings. His arm comes around my back where I am regretfully exposed and I want nothing more than to slip into my shadow and hide - but that would be worse. So much worse. What do I do? Can I slip into my human form - it would not stop this excruciating embarrassment but it would stop him from caressing my back.

"I have another day off today. Did you want to go out with me, maybe? If you have nothing else to do that is?" He asks me softly and I can only breathe steadily, wracking my brain as to why he isn't bothered by me at all.

"What about this do you like?" I ask quietly.

"Can I show you?" He asks me. What does he mean show me?

Slowly I move my wings and I feel him move to be in front of me again. I don't move them much, only enough for me to look at him. He smiles at me and gently puts his hands over my wings, his thumbs curling on the inside as if to pry them open but he waits for my permission. He watched me sleep, who knows how long he's been spying me and he is still not bothered. I let him push them open and then one hand snakes under my knees while the other pushes on my shoulder. I let him lay me flat but I've never felt this self conscious before in my life and it's taking every ounce of energy to fight the urge to flee.

His eyes never leave mine, not even as he half lays beside me, resting heavily on one hand so his other can touch me freely.

"Atem." He purrs. His eyes flutter down my body I feel myself take a sharp breath. His fingers brush up my out thigh, over the sharp little diamond plates he finds on my hips. "Your skin is the softest silk my fingers have ever touched." He begins. I want to hide, but I can't. I could move my right wing but my left is awkwardly behind him. So the next best thing is to cover my face in both my arms and hold my breath.

"I didn't know you had beautiful scales that could match the majesty of any dragon, but they are mesmerising to me. I don't know what they mean to you, but to me they are apart of you and you are unlike anyone else I have ever met before in my life." I feel his love pouring into every word but more than that I feel his fingers map out my flesh, walking up to my ribs where he finds more jagged and unnatural scales poking out of my skin like black and emerald bone. I've never had someone else touch them before. Never. In 5000 years I have always seduced humans in my human form, only showing them enough to convince them I am the incubus they have summoned - but I've never shown them the result of my sin before: a disfigured, damaged, imperfect, flawed human body. How can he find them beautiful when it is just more proof of my inhumanity?

"You are a marvelous person. You have made me so happy in such a short amount of time and despite your fear of what I'm supposed to be, you overcame that to be with me. You stood before me in your true form and you gave me all the power to decide what to do with you after even if it meant your life. You laid with me last night and slept beside me and while this might sound like nothing to you, it is everything to me."

I feel him move again and I gasp when I feel him mount my thighs. Both his hands spread over my toned stomach, finding firm, hot flesh there and I shiver when his fingers graze the edge of the spades at my ribs again. I breath in sharply but this just makes them point point more and his hands glide over them until they reach the soft but firm muscles of my pecs.

"This glorious body of yours, adorned in gorgeous dragon scales, houses a soul that is so important to me. Whatever imperfection you see in yourself is a beauty to me and one I always want to see. I told you yesterday: I want you to feel comfortable being yourself around me. I want to see more of you because everything I see, everything I feel, is you. Every hot muscle, every scale, every feather, every marking, every scar - all of it is you and you are a marvel to me."

His words… how is he so sweet?

I feel him ride up me and his hands touch my arms and glide to my black clawed hands. He gently takes them and prys them from my eyes. I blink a few times having quickly become accustomed to the dark and I see him sat on my hips, a warm smile softly only his lips and his cheeks are burning as red as they can be, but his soul is a buzz with electricity, bright and hopeful and excited. There is no lie in his words, only sincerity, and no trace of fear at all.

He leans forward, placing a hand beside my head while the other pushes a blonde back behind me. He looks at me with such adoration, but this isn't driven by lust like they normally are - this is something so much hotter, something so much sweeter, something so foreign to me that I cannot bring myself to ignore. He is like a flame and I am his moth. A dragon scaled, bird winged, horned and marked moth.

"You are so beautiful, and I will tell you this every day until you believe me." He whispers.

I panic. Because what else do you do when someone lavishes you with compliments you do not deserve? I cannot move from him, so the next best thing is to wrap the both of us in my wings which pushes him down, and while he's here I might as well kiss him because what else do I do? He's made me feel so unabashedly loved and perhaps if I capture his lips he won't make me feel things anymore!

But the feel of his lips on mine and the gentle hum of his moan stirs something more primal in me. I quickly realise the both of us is very very naked and my hips are lined perfectly between his. I roll them up into him and feel his back arch with his moan.

I taste the familiar flavour of lust on his tongue and it stokes the flame of hunger with ease. His particular flavour is so sweet, so enriching that I crave more of it. He is better than any drug and absolutely intoxicating. His tiny little whimpers, his perfect mewls with every teasing rise of my hips, the way his thighs tense around me and he grinds on me. It is the way his hands slide up my neck and brush through my hair. It is the way he hungrily searches for my tongue only to melt when he finds it. It is the way he smells of desire and the burning heat of his soul just under the surface of his skin.

My hands slide down his back, tracing the arch in his spine down and down and down until I find the soft mounds of his flesh. He gasps my name and jolts but not far under the strength of my wings.

I stop here just in case that is a boundary he does not wish to cross but then he finds my lips again and kisses me with such fervour I didn't think possible for someone so innocent. I would worry I am tainting him were it not for the purity of his soul.

I feel his hips grind down onto my hips and mine follow him on his way back up, my hands squeezing and massaging him to hear those sweet little moans.

His fingers lightly climb through my hair and I feel a slight twinge of fear and apprehension. I know what he's looking for and while I desire to feel such pleasure I am afraid of the lust he will waken in my should he touch my horns. Both times he has I've been overtaken, like the beast I have caged up within me has been let out and I do not wish to hurt him. In this position I am unlikely to stop myself from claiming him before I can prepare him but at the same time, I feel myself succumbing to the inhibition. A low growl purrs in my chest and I still, unsure if I should move away from his searching fingers or not. If I can just maintain control …

"Yugi." I whisper between kisses and I feel him pause his search.

"Mm?"

I want him to touch me! Let me free!

"Wait." I whisper instead, groaning impatiently when he does as I ask. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his gorgeous lavender eyes several shades darker with the lust brimming within. He's not thinking straight… and I am so close to not thinking at all, but while I have this moment.

"I don't want to hurt you. If you touch my horns I might not stop…" I breathe, painfully trying to resist the urge to buck my hips into his. My cock is throbbing between his legs and I can feel where I would need to aim if I'm careful.

He looks about ready to ignore me but after a short moment, like a flash of a message shooting in his mind, he breathes and chases that thought. He nods and licks his lips, closes his eyes and then looks at me with renewed determination.

"I want you." He pants.

I need him!

"I want you to make me yours." He whispers more fervently just moments before capturing my lips again. I take his hips to stop him but his fingers have found the base of my horns and I cannot stop how hard my hips drive into him and my hands hold him against me. My wings involuntarily flap against the bed, knocking something over but I just don't care. I want him so badly. So badly!

I bite his lip and he moans, I dig my claws into his flesh and he quivers, I drive my hips into his and he shutters and his fingers dare to stroke my horns. By every dark lord does he know how to fucking please me! I'm supposed to be the one turning him into putty not the other way around!

Need.

Need!

NEED!

I don't know when I turned him over but it was his yelp of surprise and pain that cleared the fog enough to realise. I'm between his legs, they spread over my shoulders, one of my hands his holding the back of his head while my other is around my cock, aiming for penetration. I cannot do this yet. I can't. It will hurt him. It will hurt him!

I push off to lean back away from him, stroking my cock slowly to try make the need ebb. Slowly - painfully slowly - does my mind start to clear. If I'm going to do this I need him prepared. I need to be gentle and slow. He's never done this and I will not make his first time a painful one. I will not hurt him.

"Atem?" His whimpering voice calls my eyes to him. He looks exasperated, flushed and hot. He's panting, his hands are curled by his chest but he doesn't appear scared. His soul is tight but it isn't quivering. He's anticipated and anxious but I see eagerness in those eyes. Slowly.

"Colour?"

"Green. But I've only ever used my fingers…"

Good. He's so cute when he's embarrassed but this is good. Good.

I lean over him, kissing his cheek because I cannot risk getting lost in those fierce kisses of his. "Do not touch my horns until I give you permission, okay?"

He nods quickly. "Good boy. I'm going to be gentle and slow. It will hurt but I'll try to make it as painless as possible. Do you trust me?"

He nods vigorously, his eyes flash brilliantly and he chews his lips with the cheekiest grin I've ever seen. By Hell he's the cutest.

I kiss those daring lips of his until he moans and archs his back, rolling his stomach and chest into me and then I push him down and climb down his body, leaving feverish little kisses as I go. He giggles at his ribs, he squirms at his stomach, he moans at his hips and he quivers when I nip the inside of his thighs.

I shake my hand free of my claws, using only a little energy to donn my human fingers. His throbbing cock is leaking already and twitching with a need to be released. I could make him cum and that would loosen him up more, but let us see if we need to get that far. He was easy enough to slide into last night.

I happily lick his entrance and he whimpers and gasps at first. I feel a hand on the top of my head as if to push me away and I pause but a moment, mostly to gauge if he's okay and if he remembers not to touch my horns. His breathing is deep, his thighs are tense but he rolls his hips as if searching for me again.

"Colour."

"Green!" He almost shouts at me and I must bite back the chuckle at how undone he is already.

Again I lick his entrance, coating the tight little hole in my saliva. Who needs horridly flavoured lube when you have the saliva of an incubus? My tongue massages his hole while my hands squeeze and knead his thighs and his hips. He's moaning now, relaxing. His hand remains on my head but he grasps at my hair and if anything it serves as a sign to keep going. I don't blame him, I also enjoy holding my partners head and feeling their movements.

The tip of my tongue teases his hole until a particularly deep breath allows me to enter. He moans and shivers and gasps but my smooth wet tongue entering him is a much nicer experience than my fingers. It won't be enough to prepare him but it will help him relax. Perk number of 4 of being an incubus: when released our saliva also works as a muscle relaxant. Making him open for me will be easy.

My tongue slides inside him, tasting, mapping out the intricate muscles and all the while coating him in my own form of lubricant. This won't just be the first fuck of his life but the best as well. His moans have become so smooth and easy, like a song he breathes and his thighs have fallen heavy over my shoulders. He's so relaxed, slipping my fingers in will be like walking through water. I flick my tongue and make it bounce just to hear his voice shake with his next moan, and then I slowly pull out of him.

"Tem?"

Tem? Curiously I look up at him and he looks so hot and flustered and drunk with lust it becomes clear to me. He's wondering why I pulled out of him. Impatient little thing. I love it!

I smile at him and he throws his head back with a glorious high pitched moan when two of my fingers enter him. My saliva has done a perfect job and with ease I can slide both my digits in almost all the way. I scissor them, curl them and twist as I pull them in and out in a nice, rhythmic pattern. He moans with every pulse and I simply watch in delight as he squirms for me. That need is coiling tightly in my groin again and I really really want to fuck him and watch the lust explode in those beautiful eyes of his, but I wait. I must be patient. Not yet.

I pull out enough for a third and I bite back my moan at how tight he is. It's a good firmness his muscles have and my saliva does a fantastic job making the glide easy. He's pulling on my hair almost painfully now and his breathing is so deep but so measured. He's such a good boy. He's doing remarkably well for a virgin. I'd mistake him otherwise if I didn't know any better.

I feel confident enough to quicken my pace and I bite my lips painfully at the sound of his pleasured screams. I'm certain he could take me now but I almost can't bring myself to stop fingerblasting him now. He's unraveling for me and it is a splendor to witness.

I need him though. I know he wants this. The absence will only be for a moment. I slow down to a few gentler strokes before I pulled out of him carefully. He whimpers and he's shaking but the smile he wears is gorgeous. I climb over him, making an effort to tease him with a grind of my hips as I hover over him.

He looks at me, his dark purple eyes so crazed they almost glow. "Colour."

"Green!" His voice is such a deep husk and is so demanding I could swear he's the incubus instead, but then his soul wouldn't be quite so bright and buzzing now would it? Oh it will be my absolute pleasure to taste the pure, raw orgasm of this sweet little angel!

I push myself to a kneel and lift his hips up to meet mine, arching his back for a comfortable entry. Gently I position my head, testing his entrance a little bit until I'm sure I have this. Then I look at his eyes and I hold his gaze. This is the moment his mind must agree with his body wholeheartedly. If there is a moment's hesitation I will not push him. I've taken the virginity of many in my time and every time it is never as simple as gliding in and that being that. Sex is an emotional act as much as physical and if he isn't sure, if he is a slave to his body then I could traumatise him rather than fulfill him. This is the danger of lust. I need him to be sure.

I wait here, letting the fog of his mind settle as he slowly comes to the foreground of reality. It is not too late and he knows this. I can see his soul unfurling, relaxation and realisation taking hold. I feel confident he knows what he's doing, what he's agreeing to, and I cannot not be more proud of him. I know how eager he for a boyfriend, how invested he is obtaining the love he has brought everyone else - but racing to catch up isn't healthy and this is what I fear for him - but it appears those fears are unfounded for all I see in those eyes is reassurance.

Slowly I push myself in, feeling his muscles fight me at first as his breath catches. "Breathe. Breathe with me." I whisper and take a large, slow breath in. He copies me and I feel his body open for me. I breathe out and he tries but his body jerks. He's unused to something of my size and this is fine. We're okay. "It's okay. I won't hurt you." I whisper gently. "Take my hand."

He eagerly laces his fingers with mine and again I breathe in. He copies, his fingers tighten around mine as my cock enters him inch by inch, slowly and carefully.

"You're doing so well. I'm so proud of you." I moan softly and the moan that follows is airy and his body relaxes more. There we go. "Good boy." I praise him and he melts, closing his eyes. His breaths are coming easier now, his mind is relaxing and allowing his body to adjust and welcome the intrusion.

I pull out slowly and push back in and his hips roll eagerly against me, a little awkwardly but this is fine. We'll find our pace.

Several more time and I pick up speed to a healthy rhythm before I lean over him again for a deeper thrust. His moans becomes hearty, deeper and sharper but his grin is gorgeously cheeky. I don't sense any pain from him, I don't smell fear - all I can taste from his scent is pure pleasure nearing the edge of impatience. His muscles are tight around my cock even with my saliva relaxing him but it is a fantastic feeling. I will never tire of this, of my cock being squeezed and massaged so perfectly in such a hot, wet, tight cave.

"Do you like this?" I ask him, my voice a deep husk of the normally honey smooth it carries. He nods quickly, panting hard and cracks his velvety purple eyes to look up at me.

"Yes! I love. I love it! I want more! More!"

I love him so much! The way he makes me heart throb for him is unreal! How can I do anything else but give him what he wants?

I angle my hips for a deeper thrust again and push hard into him. Not fast, I don't wish to scare him but I do push in hard, all the way to my base until my balls are pressed against him. He archs his back, his moan comes out as a soft scream of pleasure and I release him before delving back in deep again.

"Do you like it deep like this?" I ask him in spite of the strain clear in my voice and he nods quickly. "Yeah? What about fast?"

I grab his thighs and push them towards him so I might have something better to steel him against me. I pull almost out of him and then drive back in at a shallower rate but much faster. He screams and moans with my timing, gasping loudly and clutching at his bed sheets. A deep frown creases his brows but I can see how much he is just adoring this speed.

"Nyah! Yes! Yes! Like that! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" He screams over and over again until his moans become choked, he starts to squeak and squeal and then his breath catches…

And the explosion of flavour, of power, of electricity and energy that feeds into my body is unlike anything I have ever tasted in my entire existence. I thought his orgasms were the crème de la crème before but compared to this I feel like I could take on God and demand my entry among his blessed angels!

I feel my wings flapping violently against nothing at all and I'm still driving myself rapidly into him, milking his orgasm for everything he has to give me and soon, very soon, I am releasing my own because this power is just too much for me to handle. One hard thrust, two and I feel my seed coating his insides. I'm shaking violently, my wings are restless and my … my mind is somewhere I think…

I'm only vaguely aware of what I'm doing … and where… and how Yugi is. He's panting, his entire body is limp, his soul is so bright I must ignore it and see through it to him. He lays below me, a weak, exasperated mess but he smiles and is slowly nodding, his eyes closed sweetly. Good. He's okay.

I gently pull out of him and admire the seed I spent leaking out of him. His inner thighs are red as are his cheeks where I pounded against him, but he will recover. I did no damage to him - good. I stroke my cock a few times, milking what's left of me until it hurts, before I crawl over him, admiring his own cum pooling in the dip of his stomach and leaking down either side of his waist.

I flop down beside him and let my horns burn away so I might lay on his chest. His heart is beating so rapidly and his soul is aflame under his skin, heating him to a pleasant temperature. I feel his hand wrap around me and resting lazily over my shoulder and I hug him, holding him close.

"You did so well, Yugi. I am beyond proud of you." I say pleasantly. He hums his acknowledgement, clearly too tired to respond. I'd be okay with this normally but I need to care for him. This was his first time, his mind has yet to return. This is the moment that he needs water, he needs hugs and he needs reassurance so that he knows he's safe and looked after.

I push up with some effort, kiss his cheeks, his forehead, his nose and lastly his lips. "I'm just getting us some water." I whisper gently and he nods slowly.

I am quick moving about the house. It won't take long for his emotions to catch up with him and it takes only a minute to bring a tall glass of water back to him. I take my own sip first, only needing a small amount to encourage my throat to moisten and help him sit up to drink. He nurses it at first before guzzling it down. Then he leans heavily against me. I put the half empty glass on his now bare bedside table, minding the mess I accidentally made earlier and lean against the back of his bed, bringing him in close to cuddle me now. My wing curls around him and covers my own body too and I gently stroke his hair. Sure enough his laboured breathing becomes short little huffs as the realisation of what's just happened sets in. I am sure he has no regrets and I know for a fact he thoroughly enjoyed himself - but sex is complicated and he is not used to it.

"It's alright. You're safe. I have you and I will protect you and I love you with my entire being. You are perfectly safe." I hum these assurances like a lullaby he can relax to and he nods. He's still silently sobbing but he knows he's safe. It's alright.

It takes a shorter amount of time for him to gather himself than I thought it would but slowly he lifts himself up to nuzzle me. Our nuzzling becomes a sweet, long kiss through which I tell him exactly how proud and impressed I am with him, how thankful I am for the feast he gave me and how much I adore everything he is. He hums pleasantly, a small giggle erupting between us and we're back to nuzzling.

"I love you." I whisper and he sighs happily.

"I love you."