Summary: Striker and Jane spend their first night together as husband and wife.

WARNING: this chapter contains a bit of explicit sex, so if you're underage, you better not read this.

Jane laughed as Striker lifted her off Bombproof in bridal style. She heard the ground crunching under his boots. They must be in the countryside.

"When can I open my eyes, Clayton?"

"I'll let ya know, doll. It's a surprise."

She lay her head against Striker's chest, arms wrapped around his neck. She could feel his accelerated heartbeat against his chest. He was nervous.

She was curious as to what he had in mind for their first night as official husband and wife. Despite his seemingly-standoffish demeanor, Striker could be quite the romantic when he wanted to.

A door creaked open.

"Ye can look now."

Jane's heart skipped a lively beat when she opened her eyes.

Despite the years of disuse and abandonment, she recognized Striker's cabin. Parts of it had been recently fixed and decorated. Crimson red rose petals formed a small path leading to a bed made of straw. The room was dimly lit by aromatic candles scattered around, creating a romantic atmosphere despite the otherwise unfinished state of the room.

"I know it ain't Ozzie's hotel and casino," Striker placed his wife down gently, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "I'm sorry I can't offer ya anythin' better, love..."

Jane's lips pressing against his own cut him off. Though stunned at first, Striker returned the kiss, tail rattling in excitement.

"Being with you is more than enough, Clayton," Jane whispered once they pulled back for air. Her hand caressed the side of Striker's face. "Make me yours, and yours alone."

Striker smiled tenderly, responding with a gentle caress of his own. "Anythin' for ya, my love."

Their lips met again, becoming a passionate kiss as they tore each other's clothing.

Jane gasped in delight as Striker explored her body with his hands. At some point, he got greedy with her breasts. For someone whose calloused hands were used to rough handling, Striker's touch and stroking as very tender. She reciprocated by wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, telling him to keep going.

"Clayton, don't tease...!" Jane chided in-between pants when Striker's dick rubbed against her pussy.

Striker smirked. "Are ye sure ye can handle it?"

Feigning indignation, Jane caught him off-guard and flipped them around so that she was now on top.

"Don't understimate me, Clayton." she purred seductively. "You know what happens when I get mad."

"Come on, doll, don't take it like– for the love of Satan!" Striker yelled, gripping the sheets as Jane's lips started sucking on his manhood. He panted shallowly, joined in by his wife's excited moans.

"Not bad, sugar," Striker took his wife into his arms to pull her back into the straw. "Now it's my turn."

"Oh, shut up and fuck me already, Clayton."

He traced a claw down Jane's chest and towards her intimate region. It was all wet. With an excited tail rattle, Striker lapped his tongue up and down Jane's pussy, making her squeal and throw her head back.

"Clayton... Sweet satan, that feels so... so good! Oh, I think... CLAYTOOON!" Jane yelled, ecstatic.

Panting from the excitement of the orgasm, Jane looked up at her husband. Her love juices were all over his snout. She laughed adorably.

"Sorry, love."

Striker merely smiled as he went back on top of her, licking the wetness off his face. "Sounds like yer ready for it."

"We're both ready for it."

As Striker began to penetrate, Jane gripped the sheets, gasping. Striker's tail was rattling wildly like never before.

"Holy motherfucker, Clayton...!"

Striker panted heavily. "I'm almost there, love... Wait for me..."

The newly-wed couple's tails intertwined as they became one.

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While not exactly monogamous– it's Hell, after all–a particularity Imps have that sets them apart from other Hellborn demons is that they use Mating marks. They will only use it once on one partner, the one they feel the strongest connection to. It might be their spouse, lover or otherwise.

For this purpose, Imps will dig their teeth into their partner's shoulder at the same time during sexual intercourse. This is the ultimate proof that an Imp has mated and belongs to another.

Striker and Jane lay cuddled upon the straw next morning, their tails still intertwined. Tiny, albeit raw bite marks were visible on their left shoulders. There were trails of dried black blood running down their shoulder and arm, but other than that they weren't too deep. They'd heal, though they'd leave permanent scarring.

Their Mating marks.

The undeniable proof of their love for each other.