Scentsational

 Elly's ears perked up, her nose testing the air as she heard her colleague, Present Mic, barge noisily into the teacher's offices.

"Hey hey <i>heyyyy</i>, good mornin' U.A!"

That he was vocal wasn't new and she was used to him screaming hellos and good mornings to everyone. No, today he smelled different.

"Are you wearing cologne?!" Midnight raised an eyebrow.

"You stink, Yamada."

Elly hid a smile at Aizawa's disgusted comment.  She'd never known Hizashi - Present Mic -- to wear a scent. Even in his casual clothing he smelled like the hair products he used and sometimes a lingering touch of leather. She loved the combination and was accustomed to it. But today he was definitely wearing cologne like Kayama surmised. It was sensual and sweet, honeyed tones mixing perfectly with the leather of his outfit in a way that was driving her mad. She wanted to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in. And, of course, kiss him a hundred times... you know, while she was there. He stepped up beside her, the clack of his boots seemingly louder than usual. Elly blushed and tried to hide her confusion behind a folder she hurriedly opened.

Hizashi gently pushed it down, grinning at her hugely. "Whaddaya think, Ches? Does it bother you? I know you've got that <i>cuyyyuuute</i> little kitten nose."

Her throat closed up with nerves, making it nearly impossible to speak. She shook her head, forced a smile and took a sip of coffee instead.

His eyebrows raised and he leaned closer over the communal desk. "No? Yer not sneezin' or anything, so I guess it's okay. But lemme get an opinion, here." He unlatched his neck gear and set it carefully on the floor. "Is it good? I bought it with a very specific gal in mind."

Elly's heart sank. Her expression remained neutral but her ears drooped, wilting down sadly as she felt the weight of all the days she'd yearned for him crushing her.

<i>Of course</i>.

Hizashi snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, startling her back to reality. "Earth to Ches..?"

"Oh. I'm sure she'll like it." She tried not to sound hurt and busied herself with rooting around in her purse. "Um. Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

<i>A good cry in a lonely stall, sitting on a cold toilet seat like the moron I am should do the trick</i>, she thought bitterly before rushing out of the room. Hizashi was stunned, immobilized when she made the sudden move, brushing past him as fast as possible.

"Nice try, idiot," Kayama called out from across the way.

He spun around, eyes flashing. "Shut <i>up</i>," he hissed, his jaw clenched in anger. But his rage quickly dissipated as he stared at the door out the hall. "Bummer," he muttered. "Why'd she run, man? I thought she liked me."

"She does." Yagi looked over, a small smile on his skeletal features. "It's obvious to everyone."

"Oh?" Hizashi blinked around the desk at the others.

"Yes." Aizawa didn't even bother to look up.

"Uh huh." Thirteen was coming back with a fresh cup of coffee, but she'd heard the conversation. "I've watched her looking at you when you're not paying attention." Her eyes closed, the space helmet showing two slits as she tilted her head in an apparent smile. "It's cute."

"But ..." He pointed at the door, frowning.

"You told her you bought the cologne '<i>with a girl in mind</i>''." Yagi told him mildly.

"Well, duh." Hizashi flopped in his chair, nodding. "Her."

"She thinks you mean someone else!" Kayama nearly shouted at him.

The Voice Hero's trademark sunglasses slipped down his nose as he froze, his mouth falling open. "Uh!"

"Yeah, Romeo, from her view you told her you wanted her advice on how to seduce another woman. She's crying in the bathroom where no one can see her until she can get it under control."

"You don't know <i>that</i>." Now he looked worried, his brow tightly pushing his forehead into a point.

"The way she rushed out of here does suggest she was in some duress," came Aizawa's bland assessment.

Kayama pounded a fist on the table, rattling cups and pens around her. "Is no one going to go check on -"

The door opened and Elly walked in, effectively silencing everyone. She had put a pair of sunglasses on and looked as though she wasn't quite done crying. She glided silently into the room on her padded paw boots, picked up her paperwork and left as she had come without speaking a word.

As one, the teachers all stared at the tall, blond man.

He cringed. "Uh... I'm'a go see if she's okay." He strode quickly out into the hall, letting the door close behind him in relief. Those accusing glares had been unbearable. Worse was the knowledge that he might have hurt the woman he cared for, however. He shook his head ruefully and hurried into her personal office. The door wasn't locked and the small space looked empty as he stuck his head in.

"Come out, come out," he sang, using his Voice pitched low in a frequency only cats could hear. Then, out loud, "I <i>know</i> you're here, Ches."

Silence. Well, her quirk <i>was</i> invisibility. The gear she wore was designed to control her breathing as well as a few other things, and those paw gloves and boots had noise-canceling pads. If she were here, she would be extremely difficult to find.

But Hizashi was a bold man, made even bolder by his colleague's insistence of her feelings for him. He shrugged and turned, locking the door.

"Welp! If you're not in here ya won't mind me taking my jacket off." He shucked the heavy leather coat onto a chair with a sigh and rubbed the front of his white t-shirt absently with one hand, pulling it free of the studded belt just a little. He glanced down and swore softly. "Aahhh, this'll never do. Better fix it all up again." He yanked the shirt over his head and then grinned viciously. He let his fingers linger on his belt for a moment. "Just gotta tuck this in..."

He was about to unfasten the metal belt buckle when Elly burst into sight in the left corner of the room, her face aflame and tail puffed out. "<i>Yamada, stop</i>!"

"Oh, are you here?" He didn't miss the switch from his hero name to his family one; she was truly rattled.

"It's my office," she hissed. "Of course I'm here." She stalked stiffly over to her chair and sat down.

"Why the shades, yo?" Hizashi sat down on her desk, ignoring her uncomfortable stare.

"I have a headache," Elly replied quietly.

"You can't even see inside with 'em on," he sighed impatiently. "Look, here." With that, he gently tipped them off, revealing her normally purple eyes were a much lighter, faded shade. The skin was puffy all around them, too, and he exclaimed in concern. "Holy hell, Ches, ya look like ya got Eraser's dry eye."

"Not dry," she muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, what's this huh?" He touched a cheek with his fingertips, tracing a trail of wetness with a sad face. "You cryin', babe?"

Elly closed her eyes, the pain in her expression intensifying at his touch. "I'm fine. Migraines can cause tearing and redness." She waved a hand in the air dismissing her condition and tried to back away, but he stopped her.

"D'ya really have a headache, though?" He leaned dangerously over her, catching one of her slender wrists in his leather-gloved hand. "If you do, I could help." Her eyes widened in momentary panic and, shamefaced, he released her hand. "Sorry."

"I do have a headache," she insisted. Then staring him directly in the eyes - an act that deepened the pain in them, he noted with a wince -- she firmly stated, "I'm hurting very badly."

Mic's stupendous plume of hair seemed to droop as the smile faded from his lips. He pointed at his neck, still bare of the huge speaker. "It's you," he blurted out.

"What?" Her ears snapped up in attention.

"It's you. I bought this stuff 'cause I thought you'd like it. You're the gal." He paused, then added, "I think you're the prettiest I've ever seen an' I - I like you."

"It's  ...me?" Dazed, she gestured for him to come closer. He bent down and she tilted her head towards him.

"You like it, then?" He giggled nervously as she nuzzled his neck, sniffing.

"You do smell good," she sighed. "<i>So good</i>."

Hizashi shivered as she flicked her tongue out to dab at the skin just under his headphones. He reached up and popped them off, and she purred and went directly for his ear.

"Ohmigod!" His knees buckled as she nibbled and kissed the flushed skin. "Babe, lips first, please, m'<i>dyin</i>' here."

"You want a kiss?"

"Yes! Y - mmff!" His sunglasses popped down his nose, eyes widening hugely as she captured his mouth in a passionate kiss. He wasn't long in sliding his tongue alongside hers, humming pleasantly and shivering with reaction. And then, having been given a taste, Elly was far more commanding about her desires.

"Come <i>here</i>." She growled under her breath, tugging on the huge collar on his jacket. Elly urged him into a spot sitting directly in front of her on the desk as she sat in her chair. She swore lightly when her paw gloves were too bulky and stripped them off along with her neck gear. Freed, her fingers could work their magic on his flushed skin.

"Ches, wait! Ohhh, damn. Your hands feel so fuckin' good." He bit his lip, squirming as she wormed her fingers under the white tank he wore to greedily stroke his chest. When she gripped his belt, however, he yelped and jumped guiltily, covering his mouth with both hands. "Wait! We can't -!"

"Oh, yes we can." The belt unfastened, she unzipped the tight leather pants, her fingers deftly squeezing the tight lump forming at his crotch. "It's lunchtime, Mic."

Hizashi threw back his head, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly as he strained hard to avoid screaming. "That's not what I mea - ohmigod. Oh my freakin' shit <i>that's not what you meant either is it</i>."

It wasn't.

Elly pulled his hot, hard member sideways from his boxer briefs and devoured him without warning. His boots clattered on the desk drawers, his legs kicking out as he wailed into his palm. Her lips and tongue were excellent, sucking and teasing in all the right places. She persisted, swallowing around him and purring in the back of her throat like she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Hizashi couldn't remember the urge to orgasm ever hitting him this hard. He was lost in minutes, maybe less - he'd never be able to guess later, even though he tried -- but he knew it was <i>fast</i>.

"Baby, please... oh dear sweet fuck I'm gonna come!" He tried valiantly to hold back but her eagerness was easily the biggest turn on in his life, inflaming him beyond belief. Hizashi couldn't stop the crushing weight breaking free, but he could stop the ear deafening yell that threatened to burst from his throat. He jammed a leather-clad hand in his mouth and bit down on the heel as he came so hard he saw spots.

He wasn't sure if she swallowed or not, because it took him longer to reorient himself than the time between her giving him head and his explosive orgasm. He rubbed a hand across his face and gave vent to a shaky sigh. "Whoaaa."

"Yeah." She winked up at him and then started to roll away in the chair.

"Ohhh, <i>no you don't</i>," he said in a dangerously low tone.

Elly jerked her head up to see him staring at her in that intense way that he had, his face shadowed and squinting. The spirals in his eyes seemed to swirl and he bent down to her level, reaching out to wipe the corner of her mouth with a fingertip. He slowly licked it off while she sat, stunned.

"Mic..?"

"<i>I</i> haven't eaten yet." He paused to let that sink in and grinned wickedly when she started to shake. "I need to warn ya, too - I've got a pretty serious oral fetish I rarely get to indulge. Oh? Didn't guess that when ya sucked my soul out through my cock, I bet."

"Uh!"

"Yeah, it's <i>your turn</i>. Get over here, sweet thing." He slid off the desk and patted the blotter he'd been sitting on. "Up, up!"

"Eek!" She squealed when he lifted her but any protest froze on her lips when his hands roamed hungrily over her bodysuit.

"Mmnn, soft." His fingers found the zipper hidden in the tuft of fur near her breasts and pulled it down. The cool air struck her skin and she shivered, but his gaze was warm and inviting. "I need to pull these down, 'kay?" Elly nodded and he hooked a finger in the hem of her panties and tugged them low enough so he could see. She took a shaky breath and bit her lip, spreading her legs as he began kissing down her belly. Though she had initiated the first step, this felt far more wanton and she blushed and fidgeted anxiously until the first swipe of his long, wet tongue derailed her thoughts.

Hizashi was <i>good</i> at this.

He tested her sensitivity and found the places that made her squirm, all the while staying away from her swelling clitorus to prolong her pleasure as much as he could.

"Mnnn." His tongue dove deep but his soft lips and mustache points nuzzling so intimately was what was really causing her toes to curl. It was electrifying but not enough to send her over the edge. Her tail thumped heavily and she let out a thin whine, mewing softly.

"Present Mic! Oh god, yes! <i>Yes</i>!"

"Fuckin' hot," he whispered, lapping super slowly near the top of her sex in tiny circles. "You like that I'm in costume, don't'cha babygirl..? How many times did ya rub one out pretending I was licking you just like this?"

<i>So many times</i>.

"God," she ground out, "I did. You know I did that. I wanted you so bad."

"Now ya got me." He slid a hand up her thigh and kissed her petaled folds, moaning in rapture. "And look - yer leaking, precious. This cute little bud's all the way out. I think you're about done."

"I - I'm close," she agreed, her fingers flexing on his shoulders.

"Alright then. Hang on."

"Hang on? Wha -"

He set his lips carefully around her clit to create a seal and hummed with his quirk. Elly's thighs twitched and she clapped her hands to her mouth as the tingling joy spread. He'd prudently grasped her tail in one hand before bringing her off and it jerked hard, but didn't knock anything over. In fact, the soft but firm tug was another thing that helped her along. Light, flicking licks guided her through the incredible, syrupy climax.

"Oh. My. God. That was so - so <i>sweet</i>." Hizashi smiled at her and she laid a hand over her thumping heart.

"Yer part anthro, right?" He washed his mouth out with a swig of the coffee she had sitting on the desk and made sure to dab a tissue in it to scrub his mustache and face, too.

"Yeah."

"Are we like, cool right away? Boyfriend an' girlfriend? Or does it hafta be more?"

Elly paused in the act of grabbing a tissue for herself, her ears flicking. "Well... in my heart, yes. But technically other anthros can smell if we haven't mated yet. Until we actually have sex, we won't be seen as a committed couple."

His grin grew.

"Uh, Mic..?" She leaned back nervously.

"No way," he chuckled as he stood. "Ya can't tell me <i>that</i> an' expect me to wait, yo! I ain't about waiting anymore when it comes to my most precious babygirl."

She would have swooned if he hadn't slipped his arms around her. Even so, she wobbled and her neck rolled back as she was struck by his words to her very core. "Fooling around at work is one thing, but - but actual sex?!"

"I took too much time try'na get up the courage to tell ya. Gotta make up for it." His lower body was fairly level with her as she sat on the desk. "Look - door's locked, 'kay? And you know I can be quiet now. But..." She melted when he kissed her again, offering to wait if she really wanted to. "We can get a hotel room later, 'kay? I get carried away sometimes."

"I want that, yes," she breathed into their next kiss. "But, please..."

"Yeahhhh?"

"Take me now, too." She tightened her grip on his shoulders. "Just like this, right here. We both just had our monthly testing, and I'm safe on BC."

"Oh, <i>baby</i>." He pushed her back so he could reach. Before she realized he was capable of such a feat of strength, he gave a tentative thrust with his hips.

"<i>Mic</i>." She rolled her neck back, breathing hard and shaking with pleasure as he sank into her willing heat. "You fit me so <i>perfect</i>, "

"Sh - shit, this is unbelievable," Hizashi choked. He kept an even pace though the position was difficult. He did start to pant heavily, but that was due to the intense heat of her body. He dropped his head to hers as he moved.

"You're really inside me," she whined, struggling to try and match his rhythm but hindered by the clutter on the desk. She settled for wrapping her legs around his waist, relishing the feel of the leather he still wore. "Present Mic..." She hiccupped and then sniffled, "Hizashi!"

"I've never had anyone so <i>turned on</i> by me before," he gulped. "Babe, you okay? I just came earlier, but yer so fuckin' amazing I'm close already. It's like I'm a horny teen again!"

She snorted, then laughed. Hizashi swore he could not feel more love for her in that moment, and he kissed her on the cheek. "What'cha need from me?"

"I - I'm - you feel so good..." She sighed. "Faster."

"Yeah?" He took a breath and picked up the pace, groaning softly. "You do, too. Finally," he kissed her again, "...nngh! Get to be with you. I knew. I <i>knew</i> -" Here he added a distinctly Japanese phrase: "<i>koi no yokan</i>".

The phrase doesn't mean love at first sight. It's more like love at second sight, the feeling when you meet someone that you know you're eventually going to fall in love with them. That you and they are inevitable.

"Oh," she gasped loudly, eyes welling up with tears. "I - I ..!"

"I love you," he whispered in English as he faltered, the weight threatening to burst free from his loins. "Love you, <i>baby</i>!"

She echoed his statement as a second, more powerful orgasm rushed through her. As she tightened around him he choked and came once more as well, and he grasped her head in two gloved hands to kiss her on the mouth.

They stayed like that, connected intimately on both ends, for a long moment.

"Ouch," he wheezed, pulling back with an incredibly comical moist sound. "Oh. Yeah, uh! Tissues, sweetie! Quick!"

Elly grabbed frantically for the box and handed the whole thing over. He surprised her by wiping her gently, tending to her body before he cleaned up his own. They dressed themselves carefully and patted each other down, making sure everything was in place.

"Mic," she chuckled, "your hair..."

"Eehhh?" The fringe on the back of his neck had flattened from her desperate embrace. She ran her fingers through it, fluffing it back up. "Aw, thanks."

"Just be careful goung near Hound Dog today," she murmured. "I doubt he'd say anything, but he'll be able to smell us out."

"Smell us out?!" Hizashi doubled over laughing. "Oh shit, that's great!" He wiped tears from his eyes.

She started to laugh, too. "It's true though! And the more time we spend with each other the more we'll smell like one another." She rubbed her cheek on his, purring.

"That's not a bad thing." He hugged her, then jumped as the bell rang. "Crap! Lunch is over! I gotta get to class!"

"Don't forget to grab your neck gear! I don't know where it - it's still in the joint office!"

He made a breakneck dash out the door while she laughed even harder. 

Temptation 25

 "You'd better be okay with waiting a little while," Elly murmured. "We just... you know. I need to rest. Besides, I'm hungry."

"Oh! I got you, baby." Hizashi leaped up and returned to the kitchen, pausing to pick an apron up off a hook. "Who wants their eggs scrambled?!"

"Maybe you should get dressed first," Shota deadpanned, staring at him with one eyebrow raised. The angel was still dressed in his underwear but also the apron tied loosely around him that read "<i>Holy Guacamole</i>", alongside the image of a cartoon avocado with wings and a halo.

"Um." Hizashi coughed, embarrassed, and bolted back into the bathroom to finish putting his clothes on.

She giggled faintly. "I kind of liked the look."

"No accounting for taste, I guess..." He snorted, and she whapped him on the arm.

Breakfast was good, and they lingered over cups of coffee for quite awhile before Shota finally yawned, stretching to announce he was done. He absently scratched his stomach, looking around at the plates still on the table with a barely-concealed grimace.

"That's okay," Hizashi said, startling him enough to look up. "I'll do the dishes. Um, I know whoever cooked doesn't usually clean, too, but..." He shrugged and held up a hand, pointedly manifesting a pair of noise-canceling headphones. "I'll finish up today."

The incubus raised his eyebrows with a wicked grin. "That means we get to see just how full we can both get, mistress."

"<i>Shota</i>!" She turned bright red.

He snickered and scooted over to her side, sweeping her off her feet. "C'mere."

She wasn't sure how they ended up in the bedroom but it was <i>fast</i>. One second they were beside the table and the next he was placing her on the still rumpled sheets in the back. Once on the bed he reached for her hungrily, his mouth devouring hers in a hot kiss. His upper clothing vanished, and then his pants, as he pressed deeper, humming lowly with lust but not growling just yet. She sighed and caressed his cheek, lingering on the stubble there.

"I - I must tell you - ! Wait! <i>Red</i>!" His labored breathing sounded hectic, different from what she expected, and the use of their safe word startled her.

Elly stopped immediately, pulling her hand back and blinking at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Though I feed off pleasure, I'm not used to indulging in it. I'm not sure about you touching me like that -"

"<i>What</i>?!" She gaped at him, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"I'm a demon," he reminded her quietly. "No one has reciprocated my attentions, and I'm not used to it."

"Bullshit! Ever?" She crossed her arms, pouting, her brow so tightly crushed down that her head would hurt later. "Well, that's not <i>fair</i>. And wait, I thought you were with so many ..."

"I <i>was</i> with many humans."

"But if you were, someone must have touched you back, at least." She eyed him crossly.

"Oh, I'd get touched," he admitted with a dry laugh. "Among other things. You're forgetting that I can, ah, <i>taste</i>, for want of a better word, your sincerity."

"Aaaalll those people? And no one..?"

"Not a one, mistress. Your touch, however..." He choked as she made a move as if to do it again, his dark eyes alarmed.

Elly froze halfway, her expression incredulous. "You're scared."

A dark blush burned across the demon's nose and cheeks. "I've never experienced real pleasure. I'm not supposed to."

"But it wasn't even... I mean, I was just touching your <i>face</i>."

"It felt different." Shota frowned, thinking. "I was always there for the other person's pleasure. They were greedy for what I offered, but eventually cast me aside when they fell in love with a real person. Then they didn't need me anymore." He pulled her closer, wrapping one leg around hers.

"You're a real person," she stated stubbornly.

"To you, because you care about me." His voice shook slightly, and his expression grew wary. "I want to show you what I can do, but..."

"You wanted this, and now that you've got it you don't know how to handle it." She gently touched his cheek, fingers rubbing the uneven stubble. "Can you let yourself be loved?"

As a sex demon, Shota was never uncertain about his performance of any act. But that tiny hand tracing his cheek made him feel like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He knew he was good at what he did, but nothing could be enough for this woman that treated him as an equal. And how would it be if he experienced romantic emotions and pleasure for himself? <i>Could</i> he handle it? Would there be some kind of cosmic punishment meted out if a demon allowed himself to love, and be loved in return?

"Your tail is out," she giggled.

"Hngg?" He blinked, confused at this lack of control. It was curling comfortably around her ankle and she lifted her foot and unwrapped it. "Huh. Sorry."

"It's okay." Elly suddenly and mischievously sat up, tugging it lightly toward her to kiss the spade tip.

Shota stiffened, his body growing hotter all over. "<i>Mistress</i>!" His voice was hoarse, guttural and he was clearly struggling to hold back. She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth, sucking the tip softly while her tongue traced the strange, leathery softness. This time he could not bite back the cry, his mouth wide with his fangs bared at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Elly was getting a strange surprise as the tail shifted between her lips. She drew back, surprised at the familiar shape, and blinked at the incubus. "Shota?"

He was bent over to one side, his chest heaving, and he swallowed hard before answering. "Yeah. It does that, and a few other things. D - don't - <i>aaaah, please</i>! I didn't think you would - !"

The end was now the very tip of a penis, the most sensitive part underneath throbbing and exposed. She greedily sucked and licked while he begged her to stop, though he never once uttered a safe word. Shota had known his tail could double as an extra member or more, if need be. He'd used it many times before to throw unsuspecting partners over the edge. But he hadn't realized that it could pleasure <i>him</i> as well. His lower stomach was tingling, an electric tension building that he was familiar with. He strained, moaning, while she kissed the makeshift penis over and over again, her palm running down the length of his tail until she reached the base, where it grew out above his rear. When she squeezed gently the electricity burst and he gasped, shaking all over and gasping her name.

Elly let the tip pop wetly out of her mouth. "Wow, Sho," she breathed, eyes wide and starry. "Did you just come?"

"I ... yes. It was a dry orgasm. Don't worry," he explained, "That's one of the ways we manage to keep going."

"The tail..?"

He gasped for air, his sturdy thighs still quivering. "Is meant for you, so I can make you feel good. But..." He sighed and pulled her into a sweaty embrace. "I didn't know <i>I</i> could come from tail play."

"This is exciting," she said with a breathy little laugh. "I like seeing you like this."

"Mistress." Shota pulled a face at her casual behavior. "You need to understand that the situation will get more than... 'exciting'."

"Then why are we stopping?"

He reared up before her, his batlike wings appearing with a leathery flap and his eyes burning red. His hair blew upwards in that strange, unseen wind and his voice was low and dangerously wicked as he spoke. "Because you need to be ready for me. I'm <i>not</i> an angel."

She stared at him, fascinated, as he bared his teeth. His tongue, no longer human in appearance but longer and thinner at the tip, slowly curled around the sharper canines in his mouth.

"See any reason you might want to stop?"

She swallowed hard as she noticed his hands were tipped with pointed nails, almost claws that were quite clearly sharper. He idly ran one down his chest through the dark hair as he dissolved the boxers he wore into smoke, leaning back so she could finally see what he had.

Shota was, as she'd known, much more intimidating than a human male. His fully erect member rose in a curve, poking his flat belly unless he angled his hips just so. He was at least three inches bigger than any she'd seen in her lifetime and she guessed his size might be seven inches or more. The base seemed thicker, too, but what caught her eye even more were the shiny, black piercings that ran up the length of his shaft.

The <i>entire</i> length.

The Jacob's ladder seemed an appropriate fit - after all, it was also called the "Devil's ladder" -- but she'd never even seen a piercing, let alone such an intricate array. Her first thought came to her unbidden, soaked in fear as she watched the elongated penis twitch in readiness. <i>There's</i> no way <i>that's going inside me</i>!

But she tore her gaze away with a mighty effort to look into his eyes instead. Although they were burning demonic she saw past that to a deep, abiding sadness.

<i>He's so insecure in my love he's trying to drive me away.</i>

"Seeing red, little human?" He loomed over her, his breath hot and eyes glowing like twin coals lit from within.

Elly's reply was firm. "<i>No</i>."

The incubus faltered, his eyes flickering. "No?"

"Green," she replied in as calm a tone as she could, indicating that she was good to go.

"Green." He tilted his head at her in an inquisitive manner. "So you want this..?"

"I want you. I trust you." She took a very deep breath and slowly placed her arms around his neck. He twitched, startled, and she smiled up at him. "<i>I love you</i>. It's okay."

His eyes widened.

Steam curved up in wispy trails from his cheeks as for the second time she witnessed the unimaginable. He clenched his teeth, fangs flashing in the light, and sat back while the tears poured down his face and dripped off his chin. His eyes muted back to gray as if the wetness dimmed the fires within, and, as she watched, his nails trimmed back and his wings and tail disappeared.

Shota wept, and his acceptance of his fear caused the human side within himself to shift forth.

Mark 8

 

She paid scarce attention to her surroundings along the way, since Hizashi opted to carry her to his bed in an act so romantic she lay swooning in his strong arms. Her tail dangled off one side and brushed along the wall as he neared a door at the end of the long hallway.

"Here we are," he whispered.

The bedroom was drenched in darkness, the drapes and blinds on one side closed tightly shut. However dark, he unerringly carried her to the bed and set her gently down. But then, in an unanticipated move, he strode to the curtains and reached underneath, pulling the blinds open. He unlatched yet another door and pushed it open while leaving the curtains covering the sides. The sounds and smell of the ocean drifted in amongst the smooth music he'd turned back on with his phone.

"You've got speakers everywhere?"

He nodded, shyly smiling as he joined her. "You know, the lights and stuff are all connected, too. It's one of those smart home things... or, uh, actually a few. I have one in every room."

"Even the bathroom?" She giggled.

Hizashi chuckled as he joined her on the bed. "Yeah, actually. It's nice to have a bath or a shower with music on. It can relax you," he knelt on either side of her as she smiled and reached out to him. "It can wake you up in the morning. And it's perfect for setting the mood in the bedroom." He paused dramatically and, as a popular love song began to play, sank blissfully into her waiting arms. They began to kiss again as their hands wandered over fabric and flesh, lifting and removing clothing until they were both almost nude.

Hizashi sat up on his knees, panting. He wore only his necklaces and a pair of maroon boxer briefs. Laying on her back with her head on his pillow, her short purple hair fanning lightly out on both sides was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The Mark on her arm, completely exposed, was flaring in the dim light of the moon reflecting off the water outside.

"Zashi," she breathed, restlessly moving her legs along his sides as she watched him watching her. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now."

He rubbed a hand over his face and shivered. "Oh boy. Uh... what kind of protection do you want? I bought a <i>lot</i> of stuff this afternoon."

Elly smiled at his embarrassment. "I'm not angry, you know."

"Oh." He relaxed visibly, his shoulders dropping from his tense stance. "Huh. I thought if I did have stuff, you'd think either I was some kind of player, or that I was expecting ...you know."

"No. You did the right thing. I brought condoms, too."

"Oh? You wanna use yours?"

"Just pick whatever closest."

He grinned and held up a packet. "'Kay."

Now she laughed. "How did you <i>do</i> that?"

"Had 'em in my pocket." He stretched briefly, his abdomen rippling. His body was as defined as she'd felt with her fingertips while they were on the couch. Seeing it up close, however, was so much different. Elly's face grew hotter as she stared dreamily at him while he fussed with his boxers. They were too tight across the front and he had to carefully peel out as well as down. He finally slid them off with a relieved sigh.

"Oooh."

He was carefully manscaped, his chest completely bare. Just before his navel grew a golden patch of trimmed hair that blended into a larger puff preceding his slightly curved erection.

"That's better," he sighed.

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled lightly, but she insisted. "Hizashi," she said so seriously that he froze in the act of tossing his underwear casually onto the floor. "You're <i>gorgeous</i>."

His smile at the praise lit up his face, making him seem younger than his thirty-odd years of age. "Show me, then," he begged, crawling over to lay on top of her with his fingers playing along the hem of her panties. "And I'll do the same for your beautiful body."

She writhed while his mouth trailed hotly down her neck, pausing to suck momentarily on her nipples before moving downward once more. His long hair draped down on either side of his face, tickling her more than his soft mustache and causing her to periodically giggle until he swept it back with one hand. When he got to her underwear he tugged, sliding them off and chasing the movement with more kisses immediately. The bit of cloth was barely gone, whisked away to fall with his  on the floor, before his dexterous tongue was licking apart her hidden folds. Elly jerked her legs farther apart, whimpering loudly. Her fingers twined in his hair, careful not to tug hard but unable to stop completely.

"S - softer," she panted, tossing her head. "Yes... oh, yes. Like <i>that</i>."

"Mmmnn." Hizashi let himself be guided not only by her words but her body's rhythm as her hips rose and fell. Her pace quickened, and he eagerly lapped, speeding up as well.

"Z - Zashi! If you keep..! I'm close!"

"Yeah," he agreed. "Let go, beautiful. Come on my kisses."

Moments later she gasped and her breathing became wildly erratic. Her tail slapped down, hard, and she dug her toes in the bedsheets. "Hizashi! <i>Oh, god</i>!" The bright patterns of her Mark flickered rapidly in sync with her emotions.

"So freakin' sexy," he hummed, stilling his tongue in favor of a few well-placed kisses like he'd said. "You sing so pretty for me."

"Oh god," she repeated, obviously winded. "Wow."

"Hmm! M'gonna go wash up and I'll be right ba - aa - aack." He wiggled his eyebrows and kissed his hand out to her as he left.

Elly lay staring up at the ceiling, purring and quivering with anticipation for his return. She could hear distant water running and a cabinet banging shut, along with a muffled curse that made her grin. Eventually he shuffled back inside, sheepishly rubbing his left hand.

"Aw, what happened?" She sat up, her tail curling behind her back.

Hizashi coughed once, lightly. "I, uh. Kinda caught it on the medicine cabinet."

She took it as he sat in front of her and kissed the scuffed skin. "Poor Zashi."

"Aw," he chuckled. "It's just a scratch, babe. I was in too much of a hurry to get back to you."

She placed his hand over her shoulder and wriggled forward, gently pushing him down to the mattress. "Well, then, prepare yourself for kisses."

His eyes grew wide at the touch of her mouth on the edge of his ear. "Oh boy," he breathed heavily, "startin' right at the top, hey?" A long, drawn out moan escaped him as she nibbled the pale shell, running her tongue along it.

"I haven't even <i>started</i> yet," Elly murmured. "If a few puffs in your ear makes you tremble like this, how about your neck?" She suited action to word, peppering him with more kisses. "Or lower..?"

His Mark stuttered and flared as she kissed a tight line down the trimmed blond hair to his navel. "R - remember," he whined, "wanna be able to -"

"I promise I'll only give you a few kisses, Zashi. Then you can take me."

"<i>Oh, yeah</i>!" His thighs twitched as her hot mouth enveloped the tip of his slick member. He was covered in fluids and though they were bitter she loved him, so she suckled softly and swirled her tongue despite the taste. "Baby, oh f- fuh..! <i>Sweetheart</i>, please!"

She nodded and let him fall wetly from her lips. Hizashi tackled her with a predatory howl, his mouth fastening on hers in a soulful kiss that took her breath away. It somehow managed to be more ardent than anything they had shared yet. He kissed her lips, her chin, her cheeks - anywhere he could reach as he cast about desperately for the condom he'd tossed aside earlier. The necklaces he hadn't bothered to take off pressed lightly between them, the metal thin and colder than heated flesh.

"Here." Her fingertips grazed the packet, half stuffed under the pillow. She pulled it out and handed it to him.

"Thanks, love." Hizashi took a breath and opened it, sheathing himself as fast as he could while staying safe and making sure it was on properly. "I'm - I'm ready." He lowered his hot, lightly sweating body to hers and placed their foreheads together. "Hold my hand."

Elly held out her corresponding arm so their Marks touched. The colors and patterns almost seemed to be muted, hushed in expectation, and as their fingers entwined, they kissed as he thrust. As soon as their bodies merged the Marks flowed, flashing and joining as they did.

For once they didn't notice.

Hizashi's lips parted, his hair flowing like a golden wave as he moved. His soulmate clung to him, her face buried in his upper shoulder and muffling her cries. Though he had been worried about not being able to hold back his pace was even and slow, almost lazy. He pistoned his hips and she followed, deepening each thrust. After several long, delicious minutes he huffed, sweat trickling down his neck, and brought her hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly. His mustache points brushed ticklishly on her skin.

"Love ...you."

Elly wailed his name, her legs tightening from where they gripped him around the waist. "So much!"

"Rest," he groaned, the weight in his groin suddenly unbearable and about to break free, "<i>of my life</i>!" As his orgasm burst, he sobbed and flung his arms around her, drawing her to his chest in a massive hug. "Oh god, baby, I love you forever!"

Elly was left speechless at his declaration. Her mind couldn't take any more and her heart took over; she would be by his side from now on no matter what. There was no way she could part from him.

Her eyes wandered briefly to where their Marks were still pressed tightly together. The pulsing riot of colored musical symbols blurred as tears filled her eyes. She lay in his arms as he trembled and shook, realizing that he was forcing himself to go on, even though he was oversensitive from having just come.

So she could come again.

She stiffened as the jolt took her by surprise, having snuck up on her as she pondered the vast love she felt for this man. Her cry startled him and he choked loudly, wincing as she squeezed him on the inside. The pressure wasn't there anymore, but an electric thrill tickled his loins he'd never experienced before. He had little time to ponder the strange pleasure, however, since she was kissing him, her tears wetting his face.

"Mnn... mnnn! I know, I know. It's okay."

"I love you so much it hurts."

"Yeah." Hizashi held the end of the condom as he pulled out. "I know what you mean. That was very eye-opening." He yelped as the prophylactic snapped off and tossed it in a trash can near the nightstand.

"Damn."

He flopped onto his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "Yeah."

"So good." She yawned, smiling happily, and closed her eyes.

A comfortable silence reigned for awhile until Hizashi rolled over on his side and draped an arm around her, wiggling close enough to murmur into one of her furry ears.

"So, when d'ya want to move in with me?"