A/N: Hey guys, I'm back.
Started getting e-mails again! Whoo! Not as proper e-mails mind you, but as "Updates". Better than nothing I suppose.
Still no info from doctors about what ailes me and referring out isn't going so hot right now. But I'm starting to put together a proper official resume now, and am hoping to start hunting properly for a more stable and less labor-intensive job. Wish me luck!
SPECIAL AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter will !OFFICIALLY! have my first Lemon ever! I have no idea what I'm doing! Suffice to say, I've read some Lemons, and they were... raunchy... in all the worst possible ways. So I'm just gonna do me here and try something different from what I've read for reference. God help us all so I don't butcher it.
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WARNING: This is rated M for a reason. In keeping with the spirit of Helluva Boss, there will be copious amounts of Murder, Brutal Violence, Senseless Violence, Child Violence, Gender-Equal Violence, Accidental Violence, Robot Violence, Drugs, Hard Drugs, Soft Drugs, Prescription Drugs, All-Natural Drugs, "All Natural" Drugs, Alcohol, Blood, Gore, Visceral, Dissection, the occasional slow-crunch of Bones, and Cannibals contributing to said "slow-crunch", Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Language, Offensive Language, non-Politically Correct Language, possibly butchered attempts at Foreign Language, Horny Demons, Hornier Humans, even Hornier Furries, and any number of things the average law-abiding citizen might consider "distasteful", but that I find hilarious because laughter is easier than being angry at people or the world all the time.
May also include some point-blank wholesomeness. No reason to warn about this, except that some of you might find it offensive because you have nothing good in your life, and therefore have to ruin everything good for everyone else. If you feel offended for me calling you out, then you know who you are.
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But! Because this is my first "real" attempt at such mature content, don't expect me to dive head-first into 'X-rated' stuff. Or even dabble. No dabbling. That's not the vibe I got from Helluva Boss. That, and my mother would burn me at the stake if I did. Love you Mom!
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Chapter 12: Violent Delights
I.M.P. Headquarters
The transition between Earth and Hell was a familiar one as Snow stepped down into the waiting room. He was tired. Physically, he was sore; mentally, he was exhausted; and spiritually… he was so weary. It was too much for one day, and he didn't hesitate to massage his temples with his claws the moment he walked in.
"Guh!"
Huffing an exhale, he turned to the noise, finding Eddie wide-eyed and looking at him like a cat about to get hosed as he pushed back into the couch.
"What?" he demanded.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Eddie demanded back, almost shrieking.
Snow winced, gently rubbing his ears at the sound before realizing what was up. "Oh. Right." With a heavy slurch of skin and muscles, he snapped, crackled, and popped into his human disguise again. Looking at the company-child, he did a sarcastic little show of jazz hands. "Ta-da."
Eddie's eyes just bugged in his sockets as he stood speechless.
Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Snow stepped aside for the others to come through. They followed, Blitz frowning, Millie half-carrying Moxxie, finalized with Loona snapping the portal shut behind her.
"Anything before I head home?" Snow asked Blitz.
Blitz just waved him off, trying to appear nonchalant. "Nah! Wrap it up! We'll meet here tomorrow!"
Snow gave a tense smile towards his boss before heading for the door. In a moment, he was gone, almost as though he hadn't been there to begin with.
Eddie finally seemed to snap out of his stupor, turning to the rest of the cast. "That was Snow?"
"Yep. That was him alright." Blitz's smile dropped before he let out a tired sigh. Shaking his head, he turned to his employees. "Mils, shower's open, so get you and Moxxie cleaned up. Neither of you are getting in the van smelling like vomit, piss, and fish."
"Hmm. Fish," Moxxie replied with a bleary smirk.
"C'mon you," Millie sighed good-naturedly, dragging her husband towards the showers. Not only to get clean, but it might sober him up a bit too. Within moments, the door was shut and the sound of water was running.
Loona quietly moved into Blitz's office, deftly rotating the combination on the safe he'd bought before putting the Grimoire in it. As she locked it up, she blinked when something dropped from her person, clacking on the office floor. Reaching down, she realized she still had Snow's pendant.
"Shit." She moved quickly, half-way to the office door when Blitz's voice stopped her.
"And where are you going, young lady?!" he demanded.
Groaning, she held up the piece. "Snow told me to hold on to it, and I forgot to give it back."
There was a moment of tension where she thought that Blitz was going to reject that as his face went through a series of expressions before he finally seemed to relent. "Fine! Hurry back!"
Thump!
"~Oh fuck!~ What's gotten into you!" Millie exclaimed.
"~Rewarding my hero~" Moxxie cooed slushily just over the pipes.
"I ~oh~ You're– You're ~mmmh~ such a bad boy," Millie whimpered back. "At least get clean first. You've covered in monster spit."
"~I'll wash you if you wash me~"
"~Oooh~ Wanting it a little… hands-on I see."
"OH GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!" Blitz raged, stomping petulantly. "WHY?! Just… WHY?!" His mood wasn't improved by the chuckles from the bathroom, too absorbed in each other to worry about their boss's outburst.
Eddie looked sick, his scales turning a little green, his jaws dislodging and crumpling as though he'd tasted something particularly sour. But it quickly darkened at a particularly loud moan. Without waiting, he smashed his head under a pillow to hopefully drown out the sound.
Loona didn't wait, already out the door, ignoring the crashing sounds and roars of outrage from Room 69; seems Verosika and crew were back too. And it was clear the bitch was not happy. If she was honest, she didn't get it. Not really. Far be it from her to understand demonic hierarchy, elitism, and whatever nepotism amounted to in Hell, much less about a species she'd never heard of until all of five minutes ago; and trust, she'd mauled quite a few.
Hellfox? Kitsune? A thrall-class of demon lower than even imps? She didn't know much about that, but what she did know, was that applying that kind of logic to Snow was bullshit.
Her feet tapped irritably as she took the elevator down, the descent seeming to take forever before she hit the ground floor. It was painstaking just waiting for the doors to open, and she didn't hesitate to walk out the moment they had, heading for the Maintenance door that lead to the basement. She didn't even need to sniff to know he was there.
At the bottom of the concrete stairs, she turned the handle of a steel door, pushing it open into Snow's… modest abode. At least he forgot to lock his door. The dusty concrete floor that was partially covered with a carpet. A makeshift living room with a coffee table and couch; though she might have half-expected the setup to include an entertainment system of some sort. It was otherwise bare: no pictures, no aesthetic, completely devoid of detail. Just like the last time she was there.
Except maybe the candle that was lit. The whole room smelled of lavender and honey. A bit girlish in her opinion, but it did smell nice. And if Snow's nose was even half as good as hers, she couldn't fault him his choice. It beat the lingering smell of concrete dust, sulfur, and whatever burned in the building's furnace.
She found his room easy enough, the door half ajar. Nervously raking her hair back, she lifted a hand, hesitating for a moment before she knocked on the door jamb. "Knock-knock. Anyone home." She pushed gently at the door until it swung open.
For a heartbeat, she thought she might find it empty. To her immediate relief, she found him laying on his bed, arm draped over his eyes as though he was trying to forget that there was a world beyond his covered vision. She was almost disappointed that he was back in his human disguise.
She rather liked his demonic form. It suited him.
With a sharp inhale, he moved his arm, adjusting his head so he could look her in the eyes.
"Hey," she whispered, her tail swishing, and her fingers rubbing nervously.
"Hey," he muttered back, sitting up with a groan, like one might expect from an old man. "What's up?" At some point, it seemed the blue blood had been washed or removed from his skin. Probably via magic given he didn't have a shower.
"Uh- Oh! Right." She quickly pulled up the remains of his pendant. "You… You asked me to hold onto this." She moved towards him holding it out for him to receive.
He sighed, a heavy look on his face before he did so, the intricate piece sitting in the palm of his hand. The heavy look on his face didn't let up, even as he continued to stare at the amulet.
Sighing, Loona bumped his hip with her own, seating herself on his bed. "Scooch your ass over. I know that look; you're thinking too hard. So what's up?"
He clutched at the piece, almost dispassioned as he stared at his empty bedroom wall. "I'm probably gonna have to leave," he admitted.
"O-kay? I can tag along or..." She looked down at her attire. "Shit! Nope. I'm not going to the store dressed in a swimming suit."
He groaned at the misunderstanding. "No not leaving to the store. Like leave the city. As in disappear. "
He didn't even blink as he suddenly found himself pressed firmly into his bed, Loona half-pounced on top of him. "The fuck?! What do you mean leave?!" she demanded, half snarling at him.
His head smacked back into his pillow. "Loona, I kept my original form and my powers sealed for a reason."
"Okay?" she questioned, not understanding as her head tilted, and certainly not letting him move.
Groaning in frustration, he tried again. "Loona, in case it hasn't sank in yet, I'm a Kitsune."
"Still not seeing the problem, dude," she stated. "You're a fox. So what?"
"Kitsune," he corrected, almost bitterly. "Unlike hellfoxes, I'm not one of Greed's precious little slave miners, bound for all eternity to serve whatever whim makes Greed a few extra Souls. Unlike hellfoxes, I don't stop growing more powerful. The more powerful I become, the more tails I grow. And contrary to human mythology, we don't stop at nine."
She licked her lips gently trying to objectively think over what he was telling her. Her eyes widened a little as her hands squeezed at his shoulders a little harder. "The scars on your back?"
He huffed. "I wasn't a particularly compliant kit. That and it took a long time to learn how to bridge that point between accelerated healing and regeneration."
"I… I don't understand," she admitted, analyzing every conversation they'd had. Every interaction, searching for clues that'd provide context. "Why hide if you're not… enslaved anymore?" She winced at her own hesitation, but apparently, it was the right thing to say. His eyes softened at her candidness.
"'The Immolator of Greed'," he stated, the title sounding hollow on his tongue. "The day I grew my second tail. I rebelled. I killed. I escaped. And now I have a bounty on my head." He sighed heavily, somehow her weight pinning him becoming something of a comfort. "The rest of my kind have been enslaved so long, they'd mistake the word "freedom" for more spacious accommodations and maybe an extra ration a day. I was probably the first Kitsune in over two hundred years. And it isn't hard to imagine how other demons would react if an imp suddenly had the raw magical power to take on Overlords and Goetia. Same concept for me."
She mulled over that for a second. "Okay. Okay," she repeated slowly. He was talking. He was explaining. That was good. At least… she thought so. She pinched the bridge of her muzzle with one hand, trying to focus the bigger picture. It was a lot, but it was giving her something to latch onto.
"It's… It's not slavery exactly," he explained reluctantly. "It's more indentured servitude. But it's been going on so long, and higher demons kept charging outlandish prices for the most arbitrary of things, it might as well have been. I don't think they're even keeping count anymore. Free labor plus excessive force is still slavery I suppose."
"And… and all the demons you killed?" she asked hesitantly, swallowing nervously as she loomed over him.
His eyes darkened, and Loona fought the instinct to shrink away. ""Magic awakened to violence will, inturn, become violent"," he stated, as though quoting something. She was pretty sure he'd said something similar when they had discussed magic. Leaning back, he shuddered out a breath, memories he didn't want to think about surfacing.
It was still there. The sounds of sobbing. The rage of screaming. The desire to destroy. And the rippling burn of all-consuming fire. And then nothing. Silence. "My magic awakened, and as a consequence, I killed everything, and everyone in my vicinity. Nothing but dark tunnels and ashes."
Almost in demonstration, he lifted a finger between them, a flicker of blue flame alighting on it. "The moniker of "Immolator" was nothing more than a terrified little kit who had seen far too much, with no control over what happened next." He scoffed out a snort. "Young, old; friend, foe; fox, demon, or other. All burned. And because it put a massive dent in profits, I got a bounty shoved on my head. All at the ripe ol' age of six-years-old.
"I mean, sure I've killed plenty of other demons since then, but that was business," he added with a shrug. "I was good at it, and I had to eat somehow."
She swallowed, listening attentively. "And your powers? Why seal them?"
"Still sealed technically," he stated with a shrug. "But mostly it was to keep anyone from sensing anything outlandish." He let out a sputtering exhale as he lifted the amulet for her to see. "That's what this was for. Kept me in line so I didn't overdo it. Magic can act as a beacon; be it to Overlords, Goetia. Even Sins and foreign powers. The less my power stood out, the less chance I stood of getting axed.
"That's why I need to… to move on," he admitted, gently quirking his cheek in resignation. "Even if I got my amulet up and working properly again, right now I'm still a walking, talking, magic beacon of "Fuck Around and Find Out" if I accidently use too much power. It incites challenge either way." His hands gently settled on her knees from where she was pinning him. "And as fun as it's been… I don't want anything to happen to you guys, now that you know. It's still Hell. Infamy has a price."
Loona swallowed thickly, both shivering where his hands touched and refusing to move in equal measure. Reluctantly, she asked, "Who else knows?"
Almost seeming bored, he began tracing absently into the fur of her thigh. "Stolas and Octavia know everything. Wilfred knows most of it. Stolas's bitch of a wife knows plenty, but she's prevented from mouthing off any of Stolas's family "secrets". Asmodeus probably knows more than he let's on; though that's up for debate. And now… you guys," he admitted. There was a moment's pause before he said, "And… one other."
"One other?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Unwillingly," he stated, frowning, bordering on a snarl.
She sighed a little bit at that. "That another one of those "secrets" you're trying to keep." Trying not to sound jealous, she asked, "They like a secret ex-girlfriend or something?"
He let out a soft chuckle. "No. No secret ex-girlfriends. I told you beforehand, I'm always going to have some secrets. Again, unless something happens, like today."
She smiled back, a little sadly, but her eyes shining with appreciation. "Well… thanks for sharing."
"So do you get it now?" he asked, finally returning to the crux of the matter. "Why I need to go?"
"Nope."
There was silence between the two of them as Snow processed that singular word, somehow looking both perplexed and deadpanning at the same time. "What part of the bounty on my head, and Hellish authority cracking down, and the large napalm fire aimed in my general vicinity didn't compute?"
Loona didn't immediately answer, moving from pinning him in place, to instead straddling him. And he noticed… very clearly, if the sudden tension coiling in his muscles was any indication. "You don't know that anyone's gonna come after you," she stated softly, leaning in a little closer.
"Loona," he warned, biting back a hiss as she relaxed atop him.
"I want you to stay," she stated, almost nose to nose with him. With an almost nervous swallow, she pushed back up. "I know you said we should stick with shameless flirting, but… I'm selfish like that. And I already know you took care of the syphilis."
"I didn't," he stated simply.
"Been to the doctor, dumbass. It was already gone. And I think I've spent enough time around your magic to know what it feels like," she retorted with an eyeroll. "I'm not stupid. I can put two and two together. By the way, thanks for that."
"Loona," he bit out again, almost desperately. She could even see his other eyes clenching against his all-too-human flesh.
She swallowed as she decided to go for the kill, knowing the probability of second chances were massively slim once she'd spoken. "Snow… what if I want you to steal me?"
His eyes shot open, rounded pupils suddenly slitting. Before she even had the chance to yelp, she was on her back, one leg draped over the edge of the bed as he turned the tables. Not that she was complaining.
"Do you… even know what that means?" he growled, his teeth sharpening into fangs with the action.
"I assume it means I'll help you break in this bed," she stated coyly. She tried to smirk, but the sheer seriousness on his face only turned it grave. "Then tell me."
His growled out in frustration, his anger taming down, if only barely.
"Biology lesson: Kitsune," he snarled out, far from anything resembling his teacher voice. "Male hellfoxes and Kitsune alike, mate for life." He sighed again in frustration, his breath cascading through her fur to the point that it made her shiver. "And thanks to some other biological shit, it's probably to the point of being monogamous too. "Fucking and mating are distinct in this case; one of releasing pent of frustration, and the other, all the first entails topped with a lifetime of dedication and full intention at properly bending you over until you can't stand."
She seemed to realize where his words were leading, despite the fact that him talking dirty was… causing her to shiver. And fucking hot. Snow never gave useless context when he taught, but the lines blurring was not helping the warmth that had been gradually and rapidly building all day. "So if you… stole me…."
"You could walk away at any time," he stated firmly with a jerky nod. "I wouldn't and couldn't. It's not just some moral distinction; it's biologically ingrained." His whole body seemed tense at that. "That's why I told you before, if you're mine, you. Are. Mine. And I don't share.
"Doesn't help that we both have superior senses of smell anyway. Couldn't stray even if I wanted to."
Her head lopped a little to the side, both in confusion and curiosity. It did this cute little thing where one ear perked, and the other flattened. "And you can't just fuck me?"
Snow choked on his laughter, his forehead dropping into her shoulder. It was such a sad and bitter sound that she almost kissed his forehead right then and there to make him feel better. "You say stuff like that while looking that cute, and just fucking is the farthest thing from my mind." He lifted himself back up, eyes practically glimmering. "Why do you think I always said, 'making love'? 'Just Fucking' you was already impossible from the get-go, no matter how much of bitch you could be."
She frowned at him, despite her cheeks lighting up as she shifted underneath him, a few choice places suddenly aching softly, despite his hands doing absolutely nothing to push her that direction; they hadn't even moved. "I thought you were just teasing me."
"An unintended, but welcome, consequence," he stated cheekily. But it didn't last, as his exhaustion came back once more. "There's more, Loona. There's so much more. And I can't– I couldn't–" He sighed as he tried to order his thoughts once more. He wasn't succeeding. There was too much to say for it to fit in one sitting. "I don't want to wake up in an empty bed one day and realize that I wasn't enough. Because… you would be it for me."
Loona couldn't help it as her ears wilted at the admission. One of the strongest demons she'd ever met was looming over her, one of the deadliest and most terrifying beings this side of Hell, and something so… vulnerable. A reminder that there was a heart underneath all that storm and fire. That he was amazing, majestic, ethereal, and… kind.
Despite Hell making every attempt to strip that from him. She may not have all the details, but she could make a guess or two that could lead to theories if she thought too long about it. The fact that he was not only willing to explain it, but that he was giving her to the choice by warning her….
He really was good.
This was all too new and she wasn't sure how else to breach it. But… she could.
Her hands lifted, gently cupping his cheeks. "Snow…."
His ears, human or not right then, perked attentively, all five glowing blue eyes peering down at her. As though she had captured his whole world.
A few simple words, and she could keep things the same, or she could hold the key to making or breaking him. That kind of power was every demon's wet dream… and yet it terrified her; knowing that it was Snow's heart on the line. His… trust… was literally in the palm of her hand if she chose to. He'd been candid enough. Even if she only knew how to be selfish with it.
A nervous swallow was followed by resolute steel as her hands gently locked behind his neck, pulling him closer. She whispered, as though sharing the deepest secret of her demonic heart, "…I don't want you to go. So if that's what it takes… steal me."
His eyes closed as those words washed over him, and he breathed. Just breathed. He leaned down, half-prepared to capture her lips in his, only to have his mouth covered by her finger. He glared down at the offending digit before looking at who it was attached to.
"On– On one condition," she added, looking more nervous. "I want you."
He cocked his head in confusion.
"The real you," she clarified gently, her hands unlocking before trailing to his shoulders. She was careful though, not touching the scars she could see. She knew how he could tense up from that. She half-wondered if his fur covered them in his demon form.
He paused atop her, and for a moment she wasn't sure what was going to happen.
And then he was gone.
His body slipped from over hers, and she let out a soft breath of surprise, left staring at the ceiling. His warmth was already fading, and the hopeful beating in her chest was beginning to slow to a disappointed lull. She felt the far too familiar ache of unfulfillment, but worse, it felt like it was her fault this time. Had she said the wrong thing? Had she asked too much, too soon?
She swallowed, fighting off the disappointment, her hands coming up to cover her eyes as she tried to forcefully bring herself down off the sexual high that had been stoking. Not just fighting off the embarrassment of impending arousal, but the dread that was slowly beginning to pool in her chest.
"Okay."
Her hands dropped slightly, her eyes widening as she lifted her head just enough to see him, just sitting there, almost contemplative. He seemed almost… resigned, but firm. And maybe even a little daring.
"Just… um… just pay attention," he instructed nervously, letting out a sharp exhale. "Shapeshifting isn't just about going from one form to another," he stated. "It's seeing us at our most… physically vulnerable."
Her eyes widened as he left his explanation vague, and began to change. All of him. All at once. Unlike usual, his fur didn't sprout immediately, rather his flesh became a twisted sculpture of skin and muscles, his bones creaking within his body as they grew and elongated. It was only then that short work began to grow fur, claws, and teeth. It was smooth, as though he been a squeezed sponge that was now allowed to rest.
Even his tails grew as a collection of nerves webbing to rapidly forming bones, knitting over with muscle, crawling with skin, and sheathing with fur. To the limited senses, the entire process would seem near instantaneous, and undeniably painful; from the sight of the transformation to the sounds of the body changing. And yet it was done with such speed and precision, one might think it a simple matter, completely altering one's form on the physical level.
And when his markings started appearing, pooling up like blood from beneath his skin, dyeing at his fur, it was like watching artwork in motion, a brush across the canvas of his body.
He really was beautiful, even in the half-light of his den. The thought that he'd look much prettier in moonlight briefly crossed her mind, but was quickly interrupted as he crawled forward. Almost stalking; predatory. A fully formed fox demon. A Kitsune.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, somehow seeming both more confident and more nervous in his own fox-like skin. One last chance to turn back.
Surprise fading, she leaned back into the mattress, looking up at him half-lidded and teasingly, even as her core clenched both nervously, and in curious desire. She let her hands wander – the both of them still dressed in their beach attire – her fingers drawing under the hem of his tank top, trailing their way past his abdomen, until she'd hiked it up to his chest, her fingers almost slotting to his ribs. Now that she was tracing him, he somehow seemed larger; more solid, and more real.
"Steal me." It was an order this time. An invitation.
Her yelp was muffled as his mouth was suddenly on hers. Askant and hungry all in one as he overshadowed her, bracing with a hand next to her. She gave up on biting back a throaty whimper the moment they slotted together, pelvis to pelvis; the clothing separating them far to easy to shred with their claws. Reflexively, her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet crossing just above his swaying tails. But even with a small snarl from the proximity of their cores, he seemed more concerned with her mouth, his free hand gently reaching behind her neck to hold her steady, and his claw gently stroking from chin to cheek.
The real work started a moment later as he began trailing kisses down her muzzle, across her cheek. She half-bucked when he began kissing under her jaw and along her neck, both from excitement, and from the vulnerable position she was in with his jaws so close to her throat. Her chest was already heaving, almost pushing her chest into his. And yet her toes clenched as his breath ghosted over her, tickling at her shorter fur clear to the root.
While she hadn't expected him to completely skip foreplay – he was too considerate for that – she was equally surprised by his tender pace, and couldn't say she hated it. It was agony though, waiting for him to do anything remotely carnal. The sensual nature of it gradually building the tension in her body, instead of clenching it all at once. Ache or not, the pooling warmth in her lower belly was spreading, and it drew a whimper from her as she tightened her grip on him, trying to draw him closer than their clothes allowed at the moment.
She had to remind herself that he wasn't just going to fuck and leave her there when he was done. That his ministrations were… wooing… with his mouth. A part of her wished he'd have given her something familiar. That being: just shove her against a wall, stuff it in, and pound her raw until she couldn't moan properly.
But he didn't. He shrouded her in that feeling of being something… savored. That little extra effort of being… valued.
She whimpered again and exposed more of her neck as he kissed a more sensitive spot, biting back a moan as she felt him smile into her neck. He proceeded to be an asshole and graze that same spot with his lower fangs. She pushed herself into him, and she could feel his stomach tighten stiffly as he held himself back from dry thrusting into her core.
She was already shaking as his hands began to wander, anticipating mostly; but hoping that relief would coming soon. Slowly, one hand followed her shoulder, claws grazing down her swimming attire, before planting rather firmly at her hip. She shuddered when she felt his fingers slip under the hem of her tankini, dragging the buff of his claws painstakingly upwards.
He surprised her when he suddenly nipped at her ear, causing a buck that briefly made her gasp, both at how firm he was, poking into her thigh, and at how sensitive she was feeling. The grunt he huffed out wasn't so bad either. She sent him a baleful glare, only to melt once again as he gave her that familiar, but stupid cheeky grin that made her face light up in flames.
"Dick," she muttered to the side. She slowly began returning the favor, drawing her hands and claws up his shirt and along the fur of his chest, even as he continued peppering her neck with soft kisses .
"Is that a complaint?" he teased, sliding his hand further up until it rested just shy of groping her breast, instead rubbing small circles into her side. She was unsuccessful at steadying her breath when he started tracing just shy of her breast, drawing back-and-forth half-circles just at the edge.
She deadpanned at him before squeezing him closer with her legs, causing them both to make strangled noises as grunts caught in both of their throats. She trailed her claws under his arms, across his ribs, and hovered, just short of where she could remember his scars starting.
Well within his perception to counter, Loona twisted her hips, flipped him over, straddling him as she came out on top. She peered down at him, her hair framing her face. "Only complaint I'll have is if you stop before I tell you to."
She rolled her hips down and forward, smirking as he bared his teeth at her. And at the pressure pushing up into her own pleasure. But still. Their clothes were still in the way, but the stimulation wasn't less because of it.
Her grin slowly faded, nervousness taking over as she reached down, grabbing the hem of her swimwear. With a single motion, she lifted it over her head, her breasts bouncing a little as she left her torso bare and exposed to him.
She huffed as she tossed her top to the side, absently trying to straighten out her messed up hair, only to blink when she looked back at Snow. He looked mesmerized, all five of his pupils dilated and pulsing. "So… uh… how d-do you want to do this?" she asked, swallowing thickly, and avoiding his gaze. She was already embarrassed enough, and if he looked at her like that–
Fucking Hell! She hadn't even acted like this when she was a virgin.
He sat up, settling her into his lap as his arms quickly pulled her close, almost flush to himself were it not for his own clothing. She shuttered when her breasts rubbed against his shirt, causing his erection to stiffen and press further into her. If that wasn't enough, he maintained his self-control, his claws traced almost archaically up and down her bare spine, causing her jaw to quiver pleasantly as she arched into him.
"You even things out and let me get my shirt off, and we can do this 'til you beg for mercy," he offered, chirping to himself when her face lit up. Judging by the soft, absent little tug at his shirt by her, she wasn't against the idea.
Giving her a soft chuckle, he was already pulling it over his head. Before things picked up the pace, he quietly guided her back into a kiss, almost chaste by comparison, before he looked her dead in the eye. "But I'm not so merciful.
"You. Are. Mine."
I.M.P. Office
Brrrrrr! Brrrrrr!
Blitz tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed as he held his hellphone to his cheek. "Pick up, pick up, pick uuup!"
"If I haven't answered by now, fuck off!" the automated message Loona had left sounded.
He growled, clenching his fist, the phone shattering in his grip.
"Relax, Blitz," Millie stated with eased tone. Next to Eddie, both her and Moxxie took up the other end of the couch in their bathrobes, Moxxie purring as Millie stroked his drying hair. "She's with Snow."
"Yep," Moxxie agreed, more refreshed and just shy of sober. A shower, sex, and sex in the shower were the best hair-of-the-dog. "Odd circumstances aside, sir, he's a good guy. And super powerful."
"And they've been making bedroom eyes at each other so long, I'm literally just waiting to hear that I'm an uncle," Eddie commented from his magazine, reading an auto-dealer magazine. Turns out, Hell had some decent looking cars; even if some of them looked utterly ridiculous, others looked something like the Hot Wheels on Earth, and that was reason enough to read.
"That's why I'm worried," Blitz stated, absently pacing. His face contorting between anger, worry, and a type of pitiful that only Blitz could achieve. "What if he hurts her? What if he's just leading her on? What if he's got a side-chick?" His eyes widened in horror. "What if my baby is the side-chick?!"
"Do ya really think Snow would do that?" Millie asked, practically deadpanning at their boss.
"No! But I can't help it!" he stated, grabbing and yanking at his horns in frustration. "Loony was so callous about everything before he came along and now she's not just growing up, she's… maturing." He said it like the words were poison. "I'm not ready for my baby to be grown up!
"Pretty soon she's gonna be wanting to try on pretty dresses, and get her hair done, and her claws buffed!" he stated with conviction. "She's gonna be giggling whenever he texts and blushing whenever he walks in the room!"
Whatever was going on in Blitz's head finally came to a peak. "GAAAAAAAAH! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
"Dude, if she ever wants those things, you can finish what you started and put a bullet in my head," Eddie stated dismissively.
"You know Snow really likes her, right?" Millie asked, giving Eddie a light shake of her head. Her boys; drama queens, the both of them.
"Yeah, but–"
"And she really likes him?" Moxxie prodded further.
"I know. But so wha–"
"And they've both been getting closer," Eddie added. All of them were clearly leading somewhere.
"Grrr! What's your fucking point!" he finally snapped.
Millie just sighed, slightly disappointed. "Blitz… we've all had a rough day today. Moxxie got eaten, you and I got thrown around, Loona had to dig Snow out of a pile of concrete…."
"Wait, wha?" Eddie intoned.
"…Snow got hit with a laser, revealed his demon form, fought a monster, got verbally torn into by your bitch of an ex…," she continued.
"Yeah, she is a bitch isn't she," Blitz agreed, just the though of Verosika making him frown.
"…Point being, maybe he just needs some cheering up," she stated confidently. "Loona and Snow are friends, and they both had a rough day. Just let 'em be for now. There's always harping on 'em tomorrow."
Blitz scrunched is face in thought for a moment before he sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. They're just talking things out. Maybe a coffee. So no worries. It's all good. I'm just… over-thinking things. Yeah."
"Oh, no," Millie stated with complete conviction, "they're definitely fucking each other right now. All that stress has probably got them wound up tight. Gotta let it loose somehow."
…
…
…
"WHAT?!"
*Against My Better Judgement, A LEMON Warning!*
They'd only separated for a moment, both of them struggling to remove the last of their clothing. Loona had quickly lifted her hips, shimmying out of her swimming shorts before tossing them to the side. She was already panting, and they hadn't even started properly.
Snow attempt to strip down his swimming trunks was more humorous. His erection made simply dropping them a matter of careful positioning necessary before he finally kicked them away.
He rejoined her, hissing as their sexes interacted, raw and bare. Despite how obvious it was that he wanted to skewer her right then and there, he continued his slow ministrations, leaving fiery marks trailing from her neck, to her shoulder, down her sternum, and to her belly. While he worked, she ran her claws through his fur, biting her lip to keep from making some unsightly sound or other.
Loona, intentionally or not, let him know when he brushed over a particularly pleasurable spot; either because she bucked into him, or her claws dug into his scalp. If there was one thing she appreciated, it was that he was thorough, tracking down as many small patches of sensitive skin as would serve a later use, whether that be in a moment, or a week from now.
He needn't have bothered. She was already halfway there just from anticipation alone. But his commitment to memorizing her was enough to leave her hips quivering. And he noticed. How could he not? His dick was right there!
"Snow," she whimpered, biting back some frustration as he seemed content to leave her teetering.
"Hmm?" he questioned teasingly, backing down just enough for him to nip her inner thigh near her knee.
She half gasped as her body clenched, an almost painful sensation that left her whimpering for him to just fucking do it. "Y-You can worry about th-the details later. P-Please." She didn't like begging. She hated it, and he knew that.
Snow paused in his attempts at sensual seduction, pulling himself back up to her, face to face. He briefly checked her entrance, making sure she was sufficiently wet enough. It wouldn't do to make their first time together painful; under any circumstances. She bucked into his fingers, drawing a growl from him at her impatience.
Not finding any reason to delay as he removed his now stickier fingers, he aligned himself to her, his shaft to hers. Penis to vagina. And very gently… began to… insert.
He paused as Loona tensed up, his ears flicking for any indication of protest or discomfort. There was none. But she was stiff as board.
"Loona, relax," he reassured, gently placing both his hands along her waist, massaging his thumbs into her lower stomach. "There's plenty of time to tense up after you've adjusted."
She swallowed, eyes pinching as she slowly began to breathe, using his breathing techniques if he wasn't mistaken. And slowly… he began to slide into her. She was… surprisingly tight all things considered. He wasn't fully erect, but with how hard his heart was pounding, it wouldn't be long now.
"Sorry," she quivered. "It's… It's been a while." Her face lit up at the amused glint in his eyes.
"When was the last time?" he asked, more than a little curious, gently teasing back and forth without pushing further.
"Six months? I think?" she wondered aloud. Her eyes bugged as he bucked a little, sending him a little deeper, and contorting her face into something oh so tempting.
He tried running that through his head, despite the fact he was losing concentration with all his blood dropping to his crotch. "You do know…," he bucked again, hissing at how good she felt. Fuck. "…I said as long as you were recovered and had… safe sex, right?"
"You said the best… results… for magic, were if I… abstained," she stated, taking back some of the momentum when she bucked back. "So I did."
While Snow had never been much of a pillow-talker, the engagement of both his body… and his mind, was something new. Sex and… conversation. It was stimulating in its own way. Like another part of him was present.
"And how's it feeling n-… Now?" He wheezed out his words as she bucked back a little harder. The jolt of pleasure almost stole his breath.
"Mmm," she hummed, reverberating through her chest, and down to her stomach. Nevermind what it did to her breasts; his length was set to a light vibration, and if he had any less self-control, he might've spilled himself right then and there.
"You…." He grit his teeth, half-chuckling as his body began to ache from desire. For the sake of vengeance, he pushed further in, earning a choked groan from her as she tightened around his member.
With a deep breath, he slowly withdrew, meeting her eyes as he felt her begin to tense in preparation. And with just as much care, he began to reinsert himself. It was a slow start. While he wasn't aware of her exact sexual history, she seemed to anticipate something harder and faster, and dare he say… brutal. Which only made him want to draw this out as long possible. Not to deny her release. But to show her something sweet and tender.
For all his powers and skills, Snow didn't consider himself a great multi-tasker; except where magic was concerned. In the bedroom? Not so much. But it didn't stop him from trying to. While his hips kept a slow and steady pace as his erection began to top out, he made sure pay some attention to those sensitive spots he'd found just moments before. His hands continued to gently massage her stomach, while he kissed her thoroughly.
Loona gasped and sighed as they slowly began picking up the pace. Snow would pull back quickly before gently sliding back in; rinse and repeat. Not to mention his thumbs kneading the tension from her abdomen. The heat in her lower belly had been brought to a simmer, and while she ached for him to boil her over, she supposed it was joy enough for him to be building her release in the first place.
And to show her appreciation, she began returning the favor. Unfortunately, with him baring gently down on her, she didn't have the leverage to explore him the way he had her. Despite that, she could already tell that her claws running across his scalp was pure bliss to him; his eyes losing focus on her for a moment was enough to warrant repeating. He liked eye contact too, which she supposed was weird, but… endearing… for a demon anyway.
It was little things she noticed. Bucking into him, touching him, kissing him; even a barely restrained moan seemed to excite him.
She was so enthralled in receiving him, and the musings she could deduce through their consistent pacing, that she gasped when her body began spasming and clenching. Both in surprise, and in the sudden rush that hit her brain. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly as she panted in short gasps. For a few, blissful moments, she had absolutely zero thoughts.
"Oh shit," she whispered, one hand flopping onto the bed while the other pushed her hair out of her face. An organism was nothing new to her, but… during sex? She didn't mind another first because… Holy Fuck!
And Snow continued to draw it out with gentle thrusts before leaning down to kiss her on the snout, a smirk creeping across his maw. "Feel better?"
"F-Fuck yeah," she said in a low, throaty voice. Swallowing nervously, she reached up and kissed him, snoot to snoot. When she pulled back, she noticed his hair stood on end, and his eyes were wide and questioning. "Th-That was thanks… you know… for the…." She absently gestured between them, very aware that he was still half-shafted into her.
He chuckled a little, the sound reverberating between them in a tone that made her toes curl. Biting her bottom lip a little, she suddenly reached up, thrusting her full weight into him. The result not only made him lose his balance as he tried to catch her, but upon losing his balance, sent his own full weight spearing straight into her.
The yelp and moan she unleashed was only drowned out by his groan as he suddenly shivered, and suddenly lost all strength. She bit her lip again, this time clenching him closer as she felt just how deep he'd ended up thrusting. Not to mention she could feel his dick twitching, another separate source of heat settling warmly from his own orgasm.
"Oh… you… bitch," he panted with a chuckle, laying against her breasts, looking spent, but relieved at the same time. He tried rolling off her, but she wasn't having it as she held him tighter. "You… okay, Loona?"
"You're a… a bit bigger… than my vagina there… Snow," she panted back, wrapping her arms around his head and locking her legs around him, some instinct wanting to keep him close as they rode out their orgasms together.
He just snorted. "Average… vaginal depth… is between… two and five inches."
"Hate to tell ya… you fucking… sex nerd," she smirked, her chest heaving as she looked at him with glimmering silver eyes. "But… told you… you're… above average."
Groaning, he turned his face into her chest as she heaved out a laugh. While he wasn't looking, she… she smiled at him. Within a few minutes, without all the hot and heavy ferocity, Snow had given her an orgasm, and she hadn't hesitated to reciprocate. And here she was, enjoying the aftermath of it too. She actually enjoyed talking with Snow during and after sex.
Huh? Weird.
If this was what sex was like with Snow… she could get used to this "mated" thing. Assuming he spiced things up occasionally. She didn't want boring ol' sex like Fatty and the Old Lady were perfectly happy to do. But this was… special for her.
She loosened her grip as he brought his muzzle up to rest between her boobs, and they just… looked each other in the eyes… like a couple of saps. It was gross, but… she didn't mind. Too much. It was kind of cute with the way his tails were just swaying lazily.
"Hey Loona?"
"What's up?"
"Thank you."
Her eyes widened at his words, but he cut her off with a smoldering kiss that reignited everything again before the sex-high could diminish too much. That his dick was hardening inside her again was only encouraging.
"You wanna go again?" he asked as he caught a second wind. Or, more like seventh or eighth day after the day they'd had.
The hesitance in his eyes told her that he'd pull out the moment she said 'No'. Bastard didn't know what he was doing to her with those smoldering blue eyes of his.
Rather than answer him, she gripped him tighter before rolling her hips, putting herself on top of him. She huffed and smirked, resting her hands on his chest as his claws dug into her hips. With little prompt, she began gently moving.
"If you can… keep up." She tried to keep a steady voice as she taunted him, but he'd caught her slip, and it was a challenge he didn't hesitate to take her up on.
*END OF LEMON*
The Next Morning
The first thing Loona noticed was the smell. Dark and dusty, namely; that strangely unique scent of being in a basement; the kinda that made her nose feel heavy, and teased towards a sneeze. But that wasn't the only scent. Peaches for one. Warm. Baked with cinnamon, like a cobbler. A sweeter little enticement from sweet dreams.
She was enveloped in warmth, comfortable, and attempting to guide her back to sleep. She couldn't help but snuggle back into it.
However that brought about another realization, when something firm, growing, and unbearably hot started poking her ass: She wasn't wearing anything.
Her eyes shot open, unable to survey the darkness. And while her first instinct was to sit up, something was holding her fast. Several somethings, some of them snaking along her body. She was about to struggle when a groan interrupted her thoughts, causing her to freeze in fright and surprise.
"Mmm, morning," the groan let out, a hand reaching under her arm and around her stomach. A thumb gently rubbed the silky fur of her belly, and her ear flicked at the deep huff of breath that tickled at her hair and neck.
Any panic she felt instantly drained, yesterday's events and – more importantly – last night's events flashing vaguely as she did her best to calm down. It was Snow. It was just Snow.
With a faint magical hum and an absent click, a soft light flickered into existence, giving her eyes some much needed filter. "You okay?"
The concern was enough to make her take stock. She was currently little-spooned, her back flush against Snow's chest. She wasn't nearly romantic enough to say they fit together like puzzle pieces, but it was a comfortable fit; maybe minus his dick poking her, but that caused more embarrassment than anything, especially after how well he'd used it. His tails, oddly enough, were what was wrapped around her; one curled gently around where both hers and Snow's legs entwined, another she was using as pillow, and the third was bunched soundly over her like a blanket. In addition to the sheet that was pulled up over both of them.
It was… oddly sweet.
Against all reason telling her to just go back to sleep – or the miniscule part of her telling her to get up and leave – she shifted around, turning over so she could look him in the eye. Five glimmering blue eyes were furrowed softly, and Loona couldn't help resting her head back on his tail as she took the time to observe his morning face.
"How long 've you been up?" she asked, noting the clarity in his eyes, where hers were still bleary and waking.
"Long enough to stare at you like a creep if I wanted to," he stated with an easy smirk. He gently reached up, holding her cheek and kissing her on the forehead. "I'll be honest, it was tempting."
She snorted, gently savoring the warmth now buzzing on her head, unable to stave off the blush that followed. It sent a pleasant little tingle down to her toes.
"But it was still long enough to know that you snore," he stated cheekily.
"I don't snore!" she denied angrily, trying to push away, only for him to pull her closer with a chuckle. When he kissed her on the nose, her protests got significantly weaker. That wasn't fair.
"So, how're ya feeling?" he asked again. "Sleep okay?"
She buried her head into his chest, hiding her embarrassment at that question. That this was a time riddled with firsts for her. First time spending the night with a guy. First time waking up in bed with a guy. First time feeling safe and secure enough to do either of those things. And getting fucked until she came; first time. First time having sex after an orgasm too. And the multiple times after.
A string of post-vaginal bliss was A-MAZ-ING!
"It was nice," she muttered, too embarrassed to give out much more, wanting to pout when he started stroking her back, but enjoying it too much to tell him off for it. "And you?"
When his ministrations stopped, she looked up at him, aware that he was gazing at her in such toe-curling fascination, she was surprised they weren't rutting right then and there. He was hard enough, and she knew he could bring her up to speed real quick if he wanted. Instead, he smiled, bunting his nose against hers, gently rubbing his cheek against hers.
It was a wholly primal gesture, and intimate enough that her already heated cheeks were burning, only made worse when he gave a throaty little chitter that couldn't be mistaken for anything but happy.
She frowned when she noticed his shoulder though, gently pushing away from him enough to notice. "What happened?" she whispered. His left shoulder, which had always seemed relatively unmarred compared to the strip ripped out of his right shoulder, now sported a large trail of scarring, like something had…. "Oh."
"That, is a love-bite," he stated proudly, a far differing contrast to the rest of his old wounds. "And someone was very eager."
She might've blushed at the clear praise in his voice, if it wasn't for the dread she was feeling. "But I thought you healed." Considering it looked like she had tried to take the biggest chunk out of his collar and shoulder that she could with her mouth. It was very clear where her teeth had sank into his skin, and even looked like she'd torn out some flesh given the divots in the scarring. That she couldn't remember doing it was both relieving, and somewhat terrifying.
"Hmm? Oh, it's a mating mark," he stated, unbothered by it. "It's semi-magical in its own way, so there's really no recovering from it. Not that I'd want to." He gently traced along her bare shoulder, a particularly sensitive spot, though he looked a little worried about it. "I, uh… I left you one too."
She turned her head to look at where he was tracing, and sure enough, there was a light silvery scarring through her fur where it was clear she'd been bitten, just like his. "O-kay, I'm assuming it's a Kitsune thing," she stated, running a finger along the scar. To some strange delight, she felt a hum shiver through her at the contact, with a vague sense of the magical traces that Snow had taught her to sense for.
Snow rubbed the back of his head gently, somewhat from embarrassment. "Sort of. Sorry. If it's any consolation, it looks sexy on you."
She appreciated his attempt to lighten it for her, even if he did so by making her flush. Bastard. She wasn't disappointed. Not really. Especially if she got properly fucked like that. "Well, at least we match." That got a chuckle out of him. "So… what now?"
He seemed to ponder that for a moment before stating, "I dunno."
She was conflicted whether or not to deadpan at him or panic. "What do you mean you "dunno"?"
"Well," he said thoughtfully, "we can stay in bed, get up, eat breakfast…." He drew his eyes over her in a way that made both their mouths go dry. "…We can go another round or two. But other than that? Dunno. First time waking up next to someone, so…." He trailed off, clearly at a loss. "Though we should probably clean up a little."
Frowning, she gently pushed on his tail, only for it to slide away of his volition. As more and more of her became exposed it became very clear what he was talking about. She gently rubbed her legs together, only feel the gently pull of something sticky coating her inner thighs. "Shit."
"Yep," he stated matter-of-factly.
She couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips, not quite real, but not a false one either. "Guess we both got a little excited last night."
"Well, yeah," he admitted, gently rubbing her back. "Would you believe me if I said it was a first for me?"
Her brows furrowed as she looked at him. "What? Jizzing a girl up? You're shitting me."
He snorted, tracing her side. "Remember what I said about shapeshifters?"
"Uh, them changing shape is when their at their most physically vulnerable?" she asked. Somehow, she wasn't feeling anything resembling a teacher-student fetish right now; though… Snow would look cute in half-rimmed glasses and a dress shirt with rolled up sleeves. Even as a Kitsune.
Mmm, she'd tap that.
"That's correct," he affirmed. "But not what I was talking about. Shapeshifters automatically revert when their brain chemistry spikes. And… unless your brain is completely seared, sexual intercourse – and by extension, orgasms – are an all-round factory reset for shapeshifters.
"So… since I've been in hiding this whole time…." He let that thought trail off, some flush-red peaking through his silver-white fur with embarrassment.
"You mean to tell me that last night was the first time you busted a nut in a bitch?" If that didn't make so much sense, she'd think he was busting her… wait, he already did that last night. Fuck. "Then what the Hell did you do before last night?"
"Got my partners off before excusing myself to the bathroom," he stated, like it was completely normal. "Either took a cold shower or took care of business myself. Couldn't exactly risk revealing myself mid-thrust now could I."
"So last night was the first time you've properly let loose?"
"Or as close as I've ever dared," he agreed.
"Ugh," Loona groaned, flopping back into his chest. "We're both kinda fucked up aren't we."
"In a beautiful way," he hummed in confirmation, gently wrapping an arm around her. He was quiet for a moment, clearly in thought. "You know, my mom once told me something."
"Uh-oh. Wish you had told me about your mommy issues before I slept with you," Loona teased, only to blush all over again when he pulled her flush to his body, his face burying into her shoulder, rubbing his forehead into her brand new... mating mark. The fact that he was also grinning against her skin certainly had no affect on her. None whatsoever.
"She told me, "We're all born looking for someone… who's looking for us"," he whispered, his breath trailing over her collar. "I dunno. I guess… last night… for the first time… I just felt… found."
It was quiet for a moment. And Loona couldn't help it the soft hum that exhaled from her mouth; a very pleased sound. An overwhelmed sound. God, he was such a sap. For such a terrifyingly powerful being… he was something else. Good and kind; and she supposed she could add loyal to that list. But now, that just made him her sap, and while it would take some getting used to, she was starting to adore that. Just hearing that… made her chest ache something fierce. They were… mated after all. At least, he was mated to her, and now jealously coveted her. And she didn't… hate the idea.
Maybe that made her a sap for him too.
She decided for the simplest, most honest answer she could muster as she pulled him closer again, kissing the top of his head in an uncharacteristic gesture. "I'm glad."
As if to add to it, his tails began swaying gently, swishing across the mattress. Dork.
They were quiet for a moment, just basking in what persisted of the afterglow.
"Nice as this is, I gotta take a piss," Loona suddenly stated, shifting away so she could move toward the bathroom.
Snow shook his head humorously, almost seeming to naturally shift gears. "'Kay. I'll set out some clothes you can use. And if you're up for it, I can make us breakfast."
Loona blushed as she began playing with her hair. "Sex, cuddling, and breakfast? You know how to spoil a girl."
A jolt ran up her spine as he kissed her directly between the shoulder blades, letting his breath trail her back as he grinned into her fur. Sticky thighs or not, she was about jump him. ""Spoiled"? Hmm, we can't have that, now can we?" he hummed.
Blushing, she hopped up, about to head to the bathroom. Before she was even to her feet, her legs suddenly collapsed out from under her. With a yelp she felt to her knees, hitting the ground with a hiss. "Shit!" she winced, suddenly aware of a throbbing pain in her stomach and around her vagina. Taking in a sharp breath, she turned back towards Snow, aware that he had seen the whole thing. Rather than concern, she found the most annoying smug look on his face. And pride. He had the audacity to be proud of that. "What the fuck is that look for?!" she demanded.
He slipped off the bed, crouching very nakedly in front of her. "Can you walk?" His smug-look didn't diminish.
"I'm fine. I just need a moment." She tried pushing herself up, only to realize that her legs were quivering and wobbly from the effort. There was no strength in them. Growling, she snapped, "And get that look off your face!"
He just gave her a half-lidded smirk. "As a guy, this is the highlight of accomplishment. This look is going nowhere."
She was once again yelping as his arms suddenly lifted her, carrying her bridal-style as he took her to the bathroom. Considering it was little more than a toilet and an industrial sink, it was remarkably clean. Lifting the toilet lid with one of his tails, he gently set her down, his face briefly flashing with that concern he'd been hiding before making sure she was settled.
"If you need a hand, I'm just gonna be in the other room," he stated earnestly.
"I think I can take care of myself," Loona retorted.
He quirked a brow at that, clearly unimpressed. "Just 'cause I mated the ever-living fuck out of you, doesn't mean I won't kick your ass, Bright Eyes." He didn't hesitate to smile again, more exasperated, and fond, than anything else. As he stood up, he bent down, kissing her on the head again. "I know it's Hell, and we gotta be self-reliant. Survival-of-the-Vicious, and all that. But let me pamper you. If only a little."
Loona just sighed, still caught somewhere between the sex-high, unbridled elation, abject terror, and persistent worry. She really just wanted to lay in bed and… talk. Even if that seemed so… shiver… domestic. She hadn't made any plans beyond getting him to stay, and she had a feeling he was aware of that. Now they just needed to… sort it out. As a couple; even if they were unofficially official.
Her tail swayed at that thought.
"I'll try," she finally sighed. "No promises though."
He smiled. "That's all I ask."
As he moved to take care of breakfast, he turned back with a shit-eating smirk, swaying his tails and hips as he disappeared around the corner. Loona couldn't help the twinge in her gut, even if she was still super sore. He was just lucky that she liked his ass; and it was now technically hers to admire anyway.
Groaning, she propped her elbows on her knees, still aware that her legs were trembling something fierce. Even if it was annoying as Hell, it still brought a smirk to her face. She'd give him one (read: multiple) thing(s), he could chain-fuck like no one's business.
Still, there were other things to worry about. Like the fact neither of them had used protection. Or the fact that she was still "battered up" as the old lady would say. It was safe today as far as Loona knew, but she'd probably need to get on something ASAP considering she hadn't been since before Snow had started working with them; syphilis and all. Then there was all the shit they'd have to deal with at work; worst of all being Blitz.
Because reality was, trying to keep all of… this… secret was unfeasible. And she knew it.
And they'd both just have to… figure this all out. Though they may have jumped the gun, Snow was hers now. And even it was a largely one-sided deal thanks to his odd-as-fuck genetics, there was no reason they couldn't shoot for something resembling happy.
For Hell, that is.
She groaned again when the image that came to mind was emulating the only other couple at I.M.P. Somehow, that seemed both disgusting and endearing.
"This shit is complicated," she relented. Absently, she clutched at the clenching in her stomach, the pain not easing up.
Author's Note: Don't forget to READ and REVIEW! ^^
Sooo... not really "Spring Broken", but mroe an aftermath of "Spring Broken".
Again, I've mentioned this, but... this is my first Lemon ever. I'm not counting on being good at it, but I wasn't about to start using every derogatory word to describe a penis and a vagina like I needed Urban Dictionary to get my point across. Not to mention all the unnecessary sexual dialogue that made it seem more like a porno than an actual attempt at an intimate relationship. I might have mentioned it, but I did some reading to try and understand Lemons and... I still don't understand. Sp this is me, doing 'me' things.
Some science with that, some semblance of conversation during sex is meant to be engaging. The more you engage with your partner in body, soul (mind, will, and emotions), and spirit together during sex, allegedly, the deeper the bonding that occurs. Fascinating stuff.
I had this planned for a while now. While the nature of it took shape as I wrote it, having Loona keep Snow close by sleeping with him was in the plan since Episode 1 I think. Snow reverting to running and hiding was it's own challenge, but it's worked before. Both are ultimately demons, and selfish, but it's not without some semblance of affection.
Some more info about the ever elusive Hellfox race, as well as some info about Shapeshifters in general. Partial reasons why Snow is the way he is. And I've been waiting to use that "factory reset" comment for months. Brain chemistry, genetic implications, and "love bites".
Morning bedside manner aside, I just realized that I made Snow a bit of a romantic. Or at least, he's really happy right now, and it's reflecting in everything he's doing.
"Looking for someone who's looking for you," was a quote given to me by one of my therapists, and one of the men I hold in the highest esteem. And it fit perfectly here, all things considered.
While the post-sex is pretty blissful right now for the pair, there are of course, consequences (both good and bad) yet to come. For both of them at that.
A bit shorter on the recap, but I'm tired and I just really wanted to get this chapter out.
Heads-up: So next chapter will be more of "the day after". I guess this chapter and the next could be considered more of a mini-episode. After that though? We'll probably deal with some OC content, since "Spring Broken" takes place in March (when Spring Break occurs) and, from what episode analysis I can offer (little as it is) "C.H.E.R.U.B." might take place about in July (Christmas in July, given there's no snow like some of Vivzie's other videos, and Santa's at the mall). Vivzie needs a time table for this stuff, 'cause my right frontal lobe is pinching trying to create a time table for this stuff.