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.