Mermay 2021: 3

 Elly left and was gone for hours after they shared brunch. Aizawa grew anxious awaiting her return, especially because several of the other people that had been there when he woke the first time showed up. Kan was not among them, and though he was thankful - he didn't trust the big human, as he learned they called themselves -- he didn't really care for anyone else, either. They definitely looked at him like a curiosity and not a person. There were far less questions than when Elly was with him and more of an insistence, as if they couldn't be bothered to treat him as an equal. One even offended him by trying to measure his tail without asking!

Aizawa startled him by shaking his head and telling him he didn't like that quite firmly. The man may have been more deterred by his angry red eyes or sharp teeth, but he liked to think his guttural hiss of "<i>no!</i>" played a part as well.

He was fed that night by someone he didn't see, a few fish tossed into the pool while he was taking a nap. Disgruntled, he didn't eat the offering and went back to sleep in the hopes that when he woke she would be there.

When she showed up the next morning he was more than relieved. Her gift of the pretty shell necklace bounced on his chest as he pulled himself up out of the water closest to her. Feeling like a fool, he wished her good morning in both languages and could barely control his ear fins wiggling with happiness.

Elly was just as happy to see him. She'd spent an awkward evening worrying and a sleepless night, so much that her eyes resembled his. Aizawa's darkness underneath was from a pattern of scales, however, not dark bruising from being over-tired. When he flung himself out of the water to greet her, she watched the water run down his sculpted chest, past glittery scales and hardened flesh.

Realizing she was staring she tore her gaze away and busied herself with getting breakfast set up. There was fruit salad and grilled fish instead of the raw ones out of the bucket for him. She frowned when she sat and noticed the fish laying uneaten above ground.

"Aizawa? Was there something wrong with the fish last night?" She paused to point at them since he looked confused. "Bad fish?"

He sighed in the middle of biting off the head of the strange new crispy one she'd brought. "No." He shrugged. His depth of the language wasn't that great after only a day, yet he tried. "No bad fish. No... Ches."

"Yeah," she murmured. "I had to go home last night or I'd have been a mess." She thought of how lonely he must have been and stared disconsolately at a grape before stabbing it with her fork. She thought, too, of how she barely got any sleep for thinking about him. "No Aizawa for Ches, either."

<i>Ah, so she missed me as well</i>?

He finished the fish and patted her hand. "It's okay."

She smiled. "We can work on more words today after we eat." He nodded and sniffed curiously at her tub of fruit. Elly picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it to him. "Try some, if you want."

The fruit went over much better than the lesson that day, which was the English alphabet. Aizawa had memorized a few words already but she felt if he could read it would be the best way for him to begin learning on his own.

By the end of two hours her tablet was running low on battery and a couple of the flashcards had bites taken out of them. She walked over to the desk to charge it and bring a fresh one out.

Aizawa grunted crossly and picked up a bitten card with a picture of a fish on it. Though he knew what it represented it had taken awhile to remember the word.

"Fish," he muttered. He glanced at another one, a circle of color, and shook his head. He didn't know their words for colors yet. Frustrated at the slow progress he was making, he laid his chin on his arms and stared thoughtfully at the gate that led to the ocean. He wondered if Kayama had followed him and what the mers in the area were doing right now.

Mers in the area...

<i>If that insufferable guy were here, he could help me talk to her</i>. Aizawa's ear flaps perked up. <i>That's it!</i>

"You okay?"

"Yes." He could at least answer a few basic questions by now.

She tried to say "good" in mer and he chuckled. At least he wasn't the only one having problems with a new language! He helped her with pronunciation and she gradually began to learn how to make some of the lower-pitched growling sounds.

Time flew by and soon it was getting dark out. Aizawa became nervous again, circling the concrete pool in laps, and asked in his halting grasp of their language if she was leaving all night again.

"Not this time, no." She left the tablet with him and tapped the front, which showed the movement of some red symbols. "The timer will go off when I'm coming back."

They'd used the timer before, and though he wasn't good with numbers yet, he understood when the countdown stopped it meant the time was up.

"Good."

"Yes, good." She smiled. "I think it's better if I stay with you for now, huh? I'll rest easier, that's for sure."

He sank down into the water, watching her until the door closed. When she was gone he went to the gate, unhooked it and slipped out. The little connecting area was little more than a stream, but big enough to allow him to swim down into the main body of water. He sighed and looked around, gathering himself for a moment.

"Kayama." He didn't know if she would be in the area, but it wouldn't hurt to see. He used more force, clicking harder. "<i>Kayama</i>."

She rushed at him out of the shadows of a nearby dock, dark eyes flashing with worry. "Quick, over here!"

"Hey." He swam casually over but tugged away when she grabbed his arm. "Calm down, I wasn't stolen. I was injured and they let me recover in safety." He showed her the nicely healing bite on his tail.

"How did you escape?!"

Aizawa sighed. "I'm not - look," he rubbed at the back of his neck. "I didn't <i>escape</i> because <i>they never locked me up</i>."

"Then it must be a trap to you to lead them to more of us!" She hissed in alarm, her eyes blinking wide. "Freshwater! We have to move!"

"Kayama," he scolded her mildly. "There's no need to swear. I'm staying in this vicinity for awhile. You can tell the others I'm fine."

"What?" The merwoman scrunched her nose at him, confused. "Why? You're healed enough. Why stay with walkers?"

"They call themselves humans."

"Well. What did the hyu-man female do to you, then?" Her eyes narrow, she flicked her tongue out to taste the water. "You smell different." Then she paused, realizing. "You're wearing a Gift!"

He swam up, startled, his fingers automatically touching the shell around his neck.

Kayama was completely baffled. "Where did you find - did they have another mer trapped in there with you?" She circled around him, excited.

"I told you I <i>wasn't trapped</i>."

"Then please tell me you did not accept a Gift from a walker!"

"Human," he corrected absently. "What if I did? Their customs are different. This -" He held up the pendant, "doesn't mean the same thing to them it does us."

"Sure," she sighed, unconvinced. "Sure. You never accepted Gifts but now you have one. Does it mean nothing to <i>you</i>?"

Aizawa glared at her and instead of answering her question he asked for help. "I need a favor - ask Yagi if he'll come. He could be a huge help."

"Really?"

"Tell him it's to further human-mer relations. I bet he'll come."

Mermay 2021: 2

 It was close to evening when he was brought in, so eventually the staff of the aquarium left for their respective homes.

Aizawa didn't know where he was or that they were truly gone until the next day. He woke several times that night to scout around the pool, checking to see if the aggro male or any of the others had come back. They did not. He was, however, surprised to see his tentative new friend remained, curled up in a bundle of cloth beside his temporary living space. He eventually drifted off, his tail laid in an unnaturally straight position so as not to stretch the wound open as it healed.

He was awake when the seabirds started screaming outside the gate that led to the ocean. He welcomed the sound gladly since it was a change from the eerie silence of the pool.

"Ugh," Elly groaned, rubbing the small of her back as she woke. "The sleeping bag was probably not a great idea." She sighed and gathered the yellow fabric in both arms, rolling it up to shove under a desk for the day. The merman growled at her from his pool and she turned back to greet him as well. "All right," she smiled, dusting her knees off briskly. "Let's start. Good morning!"

Aizawa tilted his head to the side. Her greeting was warm, and he responded in kind. "Good morning." Then he tapped his chest and spoke his name. The walker was obviously delighted. She reached out and laid a hand on his arm, then tried to say it herself. Her pronunciation was horrendous but the effort was there; he showed her his teeth in an imitation of her smile and she grinned back.

It was, however, far more difficult for him to pronounce her name. Aizawa tried, but simply couldn't get it right. Dejected after five solid minutes of trying and not hearing it come out of his mouth like she was saying it, he frowned, shrugging.

"I don't know why it doesn't sound the same." He snapped at the air in irritation.

Upon seeing his sharp teeth she had a revelation. "It's hard for you to pronounce L's because of your teeth!" She pursed her lips, thinking. "Well... if you want, you can call me something else. Aizawa?"

He perked up, looking at her curiously.

"How about... Cheshire? Oo, um, <i>Ches</i>?"

He was confused for a moment. <i>Wait, does she have two names, or did I misunderstand</i>? Then it struck him. <i>Oh, it's a nickname</i>!

His ear flaps rose to the challenge. "Ches." A pause, and then he flashed her a huge, toothy grin. Elly smiled and repeated his name while touching his arm again. He reached out and did the same for her.

The door to the far side opened, and the big man from the other day walked in. He had a bucket of fish in one hand and a look of pure distaste on his gruff features. "I got <i>his</i> breakfast."

Elly glanced over and wrinkled her nose. "Is that the same thing we feed the sharks?"

"Yeah, so what?" He pointed at Aizawa with a stabbing motion. "It - he's -- half shark, right?"

"Yes, but I thought we'd try a few different things. Besides, it seems demeaning to feed him out of a bucket like the exhibit fish."

Kan set the bucket down none too gently near the pool. "Bullshit. I doubt he cares." He tipped it over and a couple of fish splashed into the water. "I'm not target feeding him, though. If he wants that shit you better do it."

"I'm the one most qualified anyway." She shrugged.

Aizawa was starving after spending an uneasy night wounded in strange surroundings. He grabbed the biggest fish but didn't eat it. Instead he darted back to Elly's side, holding it up to her with a questioning look on his face.

"Ches?"

She shook her head but thanked him warmly. "I like sashimi, but that's a bit too raw for me. You eat."

He nodded when she passed it back to him untouched and swam to a corner to tear into it alone.

Kan whistled under his breath. "Look at those teeth! I hope you know what you're doing, kiddo."

Elly glared at him and pulled the bucket closer so she could toss him another. "If you want to claim time with him, you can. I'd be more comfortable if I was here but I'm not limiting contact to myself."

"Nah. You do it for now." Kan snorted. "He doesn't like me, anyway. Do your research, but the <i>minute</i> the bastard tries to act up I'm voting to sedate him."

"Bastard," Aizawa repeated clearly, his eyes locked on the other man.

Elly stifled her laughter behind her hand. "See, Kan, he's learning quickly. You better watch what you say from now on."

Kan scowled and stormed out of the room.

Aizawa watched him go with a grin. It was becoming his favorite new gesture. He loved the way it creeped out the tall walker but made <i>Ches</i> smile.

She brought out a series of laminated picture cards and they got to work learning more of each other's languages.

It was becoming apparent that her throat wasn't built to speak his, as a lot of it were guttural sounds and growls, though she did well with the chirps and whistles. Aizawa, though he couldn't pronounce L's properly, was doing much better. Time flew and it was a few hours later when the door opened again and a different man stuck his head in. He had dark hair and skin and a far more kinder countenance than the other one, Aizawa thought.

"I'm going for a coffee run. Ya want anything?"

Elly responded in a much more genial tone, confirming Aizawa's thoughts. "Hey! Is it the shop on the corner?"

"Uh huh."

"Uh... bagel sandwich with egg and meat, any kind. And a large coffee, light and sweet, thanks."

"Will do."

As he was disappearing out the door she had an idea and called out to him again. "Actually... wait. I have an idea." She scribbled hastily on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

The man blinked a bit, then laughed. "That sounds about right. Good thinking!"

Aizawa was swimming lazily on his back watching her tap on a rectangular device she held in her hand when her coworker came back. In one hand he held a large bag from which delicious smells were wafting. He sat Elly's coffee down and handed her the bag.

"I got it all - and specifically requested the lox. Thought he'd enjoy that one, right?"

"Great! It went okay on the research tab?"

He nodded as he grabbed a clipboard and headed out. "No problem."

Elly took the food out, one by one, and unwrapped them from the paper they were in to set on the flattened bag. She took her meal and set it aside, then called the curious merman over.

"These are bagel sandwiches. They're good."

Aizawa had never seen so much walker food, let alone any of it close up before. He sniffed the "sandwich" closest to him and watched as Elly took a bite of hers and chewed. Following her actions he picked it up. The firm substance on the outside belied the meat and strange smell of the inside, which was strangely squishy, like a sea sponge. He opened his mouth and took a bite.

His ear flaps snapped up right away as the salty meat and moist substance hit his tongue. He quickly finished the rest in two more bites and slapped his tail excitedly on the surface of the water. In doing so, he forgot his injury and swore a little as it stung.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, did you hurt your tail?" She set her food down and pointed at his tail. "Can I look?"

"Ugh. It was my fault. That thing was <i>tasty</i>." Aizawa swam over to the steps built into the side of the pool while she sat up to her knees in the water. To her surprise he hoisted himself beside her and laid his tail across her lap, the bottom fin slapping water up in a fine spray.

Elly cleared her throat and pointed again. "Okay?"

"Yes," he told her in her own language.

She checked the medical glue to make sure it was holding, prodding with a very light touch. The jagged bite from the moray was healing well, though it was clear it would leave a scar.

"Wow. Just like a leopard shark," she murmured, stroking the dark patterns on the side. "You're much larger, but I assume the colors are for camouflage, too."

Aizawa had a hard time staying still as her hands gently traced his tail. They were so smooth and different, and the fact was he hadn't experienced close contact with anyone since he was a pup. Her fingers brushed higher and closer to his extremities as she examined him.

He jerked back into the water to hide the bulge forming under his slit. Elly was splashed directly in the face and coughed, wiping water from her cheeks and pushing her hair back.

Aizawa cursed himself as he caught his breath underwater. Was he so touch-starved that he responded to any little gesture like this? She was a healer, not his mate. She was doing this to make sure he was getting better and here he was, imagining his teeth sinking into her skin as they writhed under the water together in a frenzy of copulation. He pushed up to the surface and found her wringing her shirt out.

"S - sorry," he apologized. He frowned as he struggled to come up with a reason for his actions with the very limited vocabulary he knew. He finally huffed in irritation and made a gesture towards the part where his genitals lay under a slit in his tail. "You walkers cover yourselves," he faltered in his language, plucking at the cuff of her pants. "We don't. You were getting a little close to me."

Elly listened to him with growing concern, afraid she'd committed a terrible faux pas of some sort. He seemed to be embarrassed, and she realized she'd been close to where his sexual organs were located. Her face blushed bright red. Here she was, scolding the others to treat him decently, and she'd been doing the equivalent of a doctor stroking someone's thighs while examing an injury.

<i>She'd just assaulted him</i>.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I - I didn't mean to be so, so, ah, so forward." She bit her lip and bowed down, face flaming and completely mortified. "I'm used to treating creatures and your tail was so beautiful. I just... forgot."

The look of sheer horror on her face meant she realized what she had done, and Aizawa knew she was apologetically babbling though he only knew a couple words. "Okay," he said softly, trying to convey the depth of more than that one word. Then, "we still have a lot to learn about each other."

Wishing list 2

 "There you go. Good kitty." Aizawa sucked in a lungful of air, groaning in desperation. "<i>Ahhh god</i>, you're so good at this!"

Elly was bent over him on the bed, fully clothed while he was dressed in his work outfit. The tracksuit was open at the crotch and his cup gone, the underwear pulled down so she could get him off. Though he'd argued at first that her wish list was for her pleasure she knew what she wanted. When they came home from work she'd pounced.

She curled her tail into a hook shape, shivering as she lapped at his twitching erection. Today was praise, a kink she'd discovered only recently. It tied neatly into her daddy issues since she had grown up with a man she could never please.

Aizawa moaned thickly, his hands gently stroking the back of her head, sometimes rubbing her furry ears. "Your little tongue is so cute, I love the way you lick me all over."

It felt <i>very</i> good to know she could please Aizawa and it filled an emotional craving within her every time he spoke. His cries and gasps for air, the way he hissed and jerked into her touches gave her proof that she was wanted and loved - cherished, even. It excited her.

He writhed on the mattress, his hair floating as she urged him carefully towards orgasm. "Ches... <i>Ches</i>! I'm gonna -!"

She backed quickly off and suckled hard on the tip. Aizawa sat quickly up halfway, his eyes wide. His choked cry was absolutely astonished - she smiled to herself when she saw the whites of his eyes. He swallowed so hard she heard the gulp in his throat and then he shuddered and sank down onto the pillow once more.

"You little tease." A dry chuckle escaped him and he rubbed the bridge of his nose and eyes shakily with one hand. "That's how it's going to be, hmm? You going to edge me now?"

Elly purred happily, swirling her tongue around the base of his member. "You don't sound like you're complaining, baby."

"Oh, I'm not." He squeezed her shoulder once, gently. "But you're going to get more than you bargained for if you keep this up."

She swished her tail once, her eyelids slipping half-closed as she stared up at him. "Oh? Is Eraserhead really telling me I can make him lose control?"

A dark flush spread across his face. "Naughty kitten," he murmured. "You know that makes me hot."

She laughed lowly and swallowed him, sucking in her cheeks and relishing in his groan. She took him so deep that her nose brushed up against his dark public hair and then drew back. When she glanced up, he had thrown his head on the pillow and she could see his Adam's apple working wildly.

"Ngh..!"

"Wow," she whispered, sucking gently at the weeping head of his erection while her hand stroked the rest of the length. He was really excited, his left leg bent at the knee with his foot digging into the sheets. The prosthetic for the other lay propped up against the nightstand, what remained of the leg twitching but unable to bend what wasn't there. Elly sniffled, hurting again for his loss, and threw herself forward with even more passion.

Aizawa didn't know what to do.

His girlfriend was a force to be reckoned with, to be sure, but she'd never given him such an absolutely peerless blowjob before. He was unable to think as the weight in his loins grew and then eased slightly, only to be repeated until he was a writhing, panting mess. He could do nothing <i>but</i> praise her, in awe that he was going to have the most explosive orgasm of his life.

"Please, yes, oh <i>please</i>, kitten, so good, I need to come, please let me..!"

His voice was hoarse and he was shocked again; had he been begging her? For how long? Time had stopped making sense and all that existed was his girlfriend's kisses running up and down his tortured member.

"Let me come." He whimpered, a first for him. "I'll lick your pretty clit until it swells up and make you scream for me, promise, I'll do you so good, just..."

He cried out as she sucked him hard and fast, rushing him into orgasm and making him come so hard he gasped with alarm. He was afraid he'd choke her with the amount rushing out of him. "Sh - shit! There's so much!"

Elly had been prepared, however, and was holding a soft washcloth around him to catch the spillage.

"Clever," he chuckled when he came to and noticed. She smirked at him and cleaned him off while he got his wind back.

"Wow." She massaged her jaw with both hands. "That was sexy. So, do you want to shower now?"

"Oh, no. You're not getting away that easily." He caught her in a massive hug and bunched his good leg, flopping around so they switched places.

"Yeek!" The washcloth fell in a sodden mess on the floor but he stroked her hand when she would have reached for it.

"Nope. Your turn."

"You know, this is kind of like two in one -  I requested dressed sex, too."

"That's for another day." His grin grew fierce. "Quit stalling, my queen, and <i>unzip your suit</i>."

Elly shivered at his serious tone and did as he asked, going one step further and tugging down her panties. "That's as far as they'll go."

"It's perfect." He lifted one of her legs and pushed it gently aside. "You're gonna have to spread out so I can reach."

"Ugh. I know, I'm just, still kind of nervous when you do this. At first, anyway."

"No need to be. You're beautiful. All soft with petals just like a flower," he leaned in and licked a long swipe from bottom to top. "And just as sweet."

"Mnnn!"

He kissed her all over for awhile, stroking her thighs and murmuring gentle encouragement. Ten minutes of persuasion was all it took before she was mewling and clawing at the sheets.

"There we go." Aizawa's tongue deftly licked the hood covering her sex apart to expose the puffy button of flesh. "Such a precious part of you," he whispered, breathing softly over it and causing her to shake harder. "I bet I can make it bigger." He concentrated harder, listening to her moans to know where and how to lick.

"Oh god. Shota, baby, you're making me feel so good."

"Mnnn. Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that?" He traced her outer folds carefully, leaning to the left when he noticed that side was more sensitive today. "It's silly, and I know it... but it makes my heart race."

"Aww."

Aizawa laughed quietly. "I can't edge you like you did me today. I want you to come nice and fast so I can hear your beautiful voice calling out my name." He used his fingers to spread her apart and began licking in earnest, his head bobbing as he tried his very best to get her off.

He did a fantastic job.

Her ears laid back and she drew in a quick breath, letting it out in a loud wail of his name.

"Good kitty," he repeated with a gentle smile.

Wishing list: romantic

 Elly left work the following day with the nervous feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Her heart beat quickly as she gathered her things from her locker and waved to some of the staff that was still there.

Midnight gave her an evil wink before waving back. "You're welcome in advance, by the way," she snickered.

She left rather quickly after that.

Aizawa had gotten back before her and was wearing a worn pair of dark gray sweats and a t-shirt that had lavender pawprints traveling up one side. He glanced up as she opened the door with a happy sigh. "I'm home."

"Took you long enough," he grunted, hauling himself off the couch to help with her gear.

"Pfft. I had some extra filing to do, since we took off for the whole weekend."

"I know, Ches. Just joking." He hung her neck speaker up and wrapped his arms low around her waist, burying his face in her neck. "Mmmn."

"Shota." She giggled as his stubble tickled. "I have to get in the <i>shower</i>. I'm all sweaty."

"I know." He licked the rapidly beating pulse on her skin and she shivered. "Hold off a minute, my queen, and I'll finish getting everything ready."

"Oh?"

He flashed her a dark grin that made her tail fluff out in all directions. "We're starting on your list right away."

She undressed and took the soft cotton robe he left out for her on one arm. Sweet smelling steam soon drifted out of the bathroom, and she hummed quietly to herself, eager to be clean after the long day. After several minutes Aizawa opened the door and motioned her to come in. He had at some point removed his shirt and she lovingly ran a hand down the patch of dark chest hair he sported in the middle, grinning, before she took it all in.

The bathroom was lit only by a string of small votive candles pushed safely far back on the counter. A bubble bath had been drawn in the large tub, and it was almost overflowing with lavishly scented froth. He grinned at her and placed his phone on the counter as well. Soft, soothing sounds of running water played on low, filling the room.

"Ohmigod," she sighed, placing the robe on the counter. "It's wonderful."

He hooked his thumbs in his pants and dragged them slowly down, revealing his jutting hips.

"Naughty," she murmured in appreciation. "No underwear?"

Aizawa pulled them down the rest of the way with a shake of his head. "No need since I'll be joining you." He got carefully into the tub and motioned for her to come sit with him. "I didn't start with dinner, but I hope it's not too much of a disappointment," he hummed in her ear.

"Ohhhh, Shota." She sank into his slippery arms with a deep sigh. "This is so relaxing."

"I found a place we can order in that makes those kabobs you like, too. Among other things."

"Really?" Her ears perked and she relaxed even further. "That's awesome..."

"You're going to drown," he pointed out with a dry laugh as she sank into the bubbles. "Come on, sit up and I'll wash your back."

"Mmmn." She sighed in bliss as he massaged the tension out of her.

"Feel good, sweetheart?"

She hiccupped in surprise at the nickname. "Oh..."

He leaned closer. "You like that? I'm a bit self conscious about things like this, but I'm going to try to be as romantic as possible. I love you."

She shivered as he kissed her neck. "It's arousing <i>because</i> you don't do it often."

"I don't have to say much. You know how I feel." He paused, then continued in a slow, thoughtful voice. "Although I must admit I can see how much this means to you. I'll try to be a little more affectionate from now on. Tonight, however..."

"Yes?" She lifted her head, still resting on his chest, to look into his dark eyes.

"Tonight you get the ultimate package - just like you wanted. This bath is only the beginning."

"It's <i>wonderful</i>."

Aizawa paused as he gently urged her up. "I know I'm not perfect. I don't express myself properly, I sleep too much and work batters the fuck out of my mind and body." He rubbed absently at the scar under his eye as he spoke, his forehead furrowed slightly. "I promise, though, that I'll love you as much as I overdo everything else."

Once bathed, they rinsed off under a quick shower. She sighed as they towelled each other's hair dry. Hers was faster, being short, but she picked out an elastic to tie his back while it was still damp.

He ran a hand through the ponytail and nodded, grabbing her in a huge hug. "So. Do you want dinner right away?"

"I'm not that kind of hungry right now."

"Oh?" His arms tightened around her nude body. "You want to skip right down to dessert?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." Elly moaned in anticipation, her tail quivering straight up behind her. He grinned when he saw this and kissed her neck.

"Horny kitten." Aizawa picked her up in his strong arms. "I can fix that for you."

"You better," she teased lightly. "You got me into this situation to start with."

He snorted a little laugh and carried her into the bedroom. "Here," he murmured, laying her down in the very middle of the soft sheets. "Lift your head a little... there's your pillow."

"Soft." She purred, content.

"That's right. Now, lay back and let me finish taking care of you." Aizawa rolled on top of her, kissing her forehead and working his way down. He told her to close her eyes and kissed her eyelids when she did. "So beautiful."

"Sho..."

"I know, love. But you are." He mouthed her neck hotly, trailing down and brushing his lips along her throat. "You deserve to be pampered." He caressed her body in both hands as he peppered more feathery-light kisses further down.

"You've <i>been</i>," she said rather breathlessly, tossing her head to the side as he tenderly sucked on a pert nipple.

"Mnn, it's never enough," he breathed in the softest of whispers. "Hold me, sweetheart. Stroke my hair while I make you weaker than ever against me."

Elly let out a surprised mew and did just that, running her fingers through his long ponytail and rubbing the back of his neck. He smiled to himself, feeling her surrender to him. A bit more and she would be limp in his arms, willing to do whatever he asked.

All he wanted her to do was give in and completely enjoy herself. It wasn't the worst thing to make sure your partner was satisfied, and she had a hard time letting go and being greedy for her own pleasure. Tonight he was aiming to eliminate all the little, nagging thoughts in her head so she'd concentrate on how he was making her feel. She did so many wonderful things for him: it was now her turn.

Aizawa knew she loved his voice - though he didn't quite understand why -- so he chose to keep talking, keeping his tone low and sensual. "What does my precious - <i>mmmn</i> -- kitten want? Hmm? Does kitty want more kisses? Or pets?"

"God, Shota." She was far enough gone that she was slurring her words, her tail lazily curling beside them on the sheets. "So sexy... I can't ..."

"Hmmn." He dipped the tip of his tongue in her navel and she shivered. "That's okay. How about we use a toy, instead? Then I can kiss you while we play."

"O - okay."

He dug around in the drawer on their nightstand until he found the one he wanted, a gently curved purple wand with a lip on top. "I've got you. Keep relaxing... adding some lube on it, and to you next." He slipped his fingers along her hot sex, pushing one inside to pump slowly.

"Mnn, more."

"Already? All right."

"Oh..." Her hips rose as he slipped it inside, making sure to line up the vibrating tip as he thrust slowly deeper. "Oh, so good."

"Yeah?" He smiled and kissed her, teasing her lips with his tongue. "I can reach both your sweetest spots with this. Let's see, hmm. Here? Or maybe -"

"Ahhh!"

"There we go." Aizawa deepened the kiss, humming with pleasure as she moaned into his mouth. She tossed her head on the pillow, dragging a swatch of purple hair to the side. He smiled and brushed it underneath while keeping a slow, steady rhythm with his other hand loosely gripping the toy. He kissed her softly on the mouth, sometimes veering off to place his lips on her throat or sensitive neck.

"Shota..."

"Still good?"

"Yes."

"Could it be better?" He leaned over to whisper into her furry ear. "I want you to have a really <i>strong</i> orgasm. How can I help?"

She arched her back, toes digging into the sheets. "Tell me you love me!"

He laughed, a warm laugh so unlike him that her heart fluttered. "I love you, little one. You are so precious to me."

Elly whined, her hands clutching his shoulders so tightly her nails dig into his skin. He shivered with pleasure and picked up the pace, clicking a button so the clitoral vibrator on top grew stronger as well.

She bit her lower lip, straining, panting loudly and jerking her hips along with his thrusts. "Wanna come..!"

"Let go," he urged. "Scream if you want; this is all for you. Everything is for you," he added with a pleased hum. "I'll give you more later if you want, more sex and love and play."

"Oh god, baby <i>yes</i>," she groaned. "Tell me how much you want me."

His pulse started to race. "I'm so hard right now it hurts," he admitted hoarsely. "You make me want to throw this away and take you right now - naked ...<i>raw</i>, filling you up -"

"<i>Yes</i>!" Her thighs twitched and she jerked forward, panting and moaning. "I'm  - oh, <i>Shota</i>!"

"I love you too much." He sighed, a wry little twist to his lips.

Mermay 2021 1

 The marine biologist had short purple hair that flowed closely about her face under the clear tropical waters. Her figure was shapely, shown off in the tight wetsuit she wore, and her split fins matched her suit and hair.

Unbeknownst to her, she had a secret admirer that came to visit every day as she checked the reef life.

"This way."

"Hurry, or she'll spot us!"

Far below, two shadows slipped quickly into a hidden cave on the ocean floor with the low sounds of clicks and whistles. There was a light scuffle that disturbed the sand and a cloud of ink erupted from the entrance, dissipating slowly into the water. And then, a few minutes later red eyes were shining out of the darkness, blinking as they tracked the scientist's movements.

The woman above continued to methodically check the species swimming around her, without any idea that two creatures straight out of the pages of a fairy tale were watching her.

There were two merpeople hidden in the cave.

The woman was part mako, the fastest type of shark there was. She'd caught the octopus as it was resting when they darted into the cave to hide. Her tail was sleek and a pretty blue color. The man was a leopard shark, his tail patterned with dark markings that enabled him to blend in with his surroundings. Both had long, dark hair that floated around them as they tore into their lunch and watched the human swim around.

"Aizawa?"

The man blinked, and his red eyes softened to gray. "What?"

"Are you protecting us? Is that why you've been coming out here alone every day for weeks?"

He shook his head and helped himself to part of her catch. "No, Kayama. I don't feel that she's dangerous at all." Aizawa chewed reflectivity for a moment. "She's pretty." He watched as she glided elegantly about the coral, managing to look like she belonged though she couldn't breathe and had no tail. "And her scent is nice."

"Don't be an idiot," Kayama snorted rudely, her mouth full after biting into a tentacle. "Walkers aren't pretty. They have those disgusting stumps instead of tails."

He absently scratched his chest, staring up at the disturbance at the top of the water. "She's healing the reef and the creatures that live here. I've been watching her capture injured fish and bring them back later."

"Walkers are the ones that fuck up the reef in the first place!"

He couldn't argue fully with that. "...maybe some of them don't agree with the ones that fuck it up."

"Okay, but why did you bring me this time?"

"Insurance." Aizawa's voice remained calm, though his pulse was racing. He'd decided to show himself to her weeks ago, but now was the time. "Stay here," he called out to his friend as he beat his powerful tail, swiftly driving himself towards the purple-haired woman.

Kayama choked. "<i>Aizawa!</i> Do you have a death wish?! Don't do anything stupid!"

He ignored her frantic clicks and growls, focusing instead on the beautiful human that was stroking a bright patterned parrot fish. He stayed away at first, out of her field of vision - or so he thought. Everything happened so fast that later it would seem like a dream.

She whirled around and saw him.

Aizawa tensed, but the walker, though surprised, simply waved at him. Bubbles drifted up from the mask she wore and she looked up as if gauging when she would have to return to her natural habitat. When she turned her back he saw a flash of green and he swore. A moray eel was poking out of a concealed hole in the reef, swaying in the menacing manner that preceeded an attack. Her side was too close to his hideaway and he was going to strike. Aizawa's eyes widened and he pushed her out of the way, using his heavy tail to strike out at the eel and knock it harmlessly into the distance. The walker waved her arms, frantically trying to fight her body's natural buoyancy as she spun out and floated to the surface.

Aizawa watched as she broke through and gasped for air. He winced, tasting blood in the water.

"Shit, he got me." That was bad news and he needed to get away fast, before other predators arrived. When he tried to leave, however, a sharp pain raced through his lower body and he stiffened, unable to move.

The walker dove back down to him. She moved her two sticks in an oddly graceful way through the water, holding them together so they functioned almost like a tail. In the moments before he blacked out he thought how she could almost pass for one of his kind as she reached out, concern clearly showing on her face.

When he opened his eyes he was in an environment he didn't recognize; a small area filled with unusual tasting water. There were walls that weren't coral yet felt rough to the touch, and the ground was also hard and cold.

But the worst was the eerie silence.

Underwater should be noisy, filled with the sounds of the creatures that shared their home with him and the walker's vehicles plowing through the upper waves. The silence was almost deafening and though it was good he was alone since he was injured, Aizawa had to push a crushing sense of fear aside. To distract himself he examined his tail and saw there was a thin coating of something over the wound. The bleeding had stopped and it didn't hurt as much, so he didn't touch it. He instinctively knew it was the work of the woman who had reached out to him. A good thing she'd been there, although he could have made it alone. His ear flaps fluttered then as he picked up noises. They were coming from the surface, though, not underwater, a gathering of people on the surface.

<i>There she is!</i>

He flexed his arms and popped up like a cork, water streaming from his long hair. There were many different walkers with her, some wearing long coats and others wetsuits. Aizawa swam around to her as she stood near the side of the water.

<i>They're afraid of me</i>. His ears wiggled in amusement when he saw how close she was. <i>She's not</i>.

The group in front of her took a collective step back when he rose up to swim near. A few were holding objects in their hands he recognized easily as weapons. The woman drew in a quick breath when he approached, but didn't jump back like the others. Aizawa could examine her closely now.

She was fairly short, with eyes that matched her dark purple hair. She was out of her wetsuit and appeared thinner, in a pair of worn jeans and a baggy t-shirt with a shark on it. Aizawa noticed that she wore no jewelry or other adornments except for a leather cord around her neck, the end of which was hidden under her shirt. This was contrary to what they thought they knew about walker females, and he was instantly curious as to why she wasn't mated like the others he'd seen.

"You helped me." He pointed at his tail and the wound that would quickly heal, though perhaps they didn't know that.

One of the men, a large guy with spiky, white hair stepped up in such a menacing way it caused him to hiss in warning. Aizawa slowly held his hands out in the universal gesture that showed <i>he</i> held no weapons, his eyes focused on the long, thin tube pointing at him.

The walkers commenced speaking with each other in loud, impassioned voices and he watched them all very carefully. He couldn't understand so he paid attention to their tones and body language instead.

"So we know it's not one of those weirdos that pretend to be a mermaid," a slender woman muttered in the back.

"Right," the big man nodded. "That's a real creature. We need to sedate it before it can attack."

The woman grew angry. "Stop it, Vlad, he's <i>sentient</i>. Look. A human head and chest - although covered in harder skin and scales, and some biological differences, he obviously has a language and self knowledge."

"And it's just as clear the creature has the tail of a shark. What other traits does it possess? We don't know anything about it, so it's logical to treat it as dangerous."

"Stop calling him an it!" Her expression firmed, and she stepped in front of Aizawa. "I'm not going to treat him like a wild beast. Even creatures have rights, and he's more than that."

"Yeah, Elly? That's more reason to keep it sedated. The thing's whole stance is battle ready."

She actually stamped her foot in irritation. "See how he's telling you he's not armed? You're <i>threatening</i> him! Of course he's going to be wary. What would you do if someone pointed a gun at you? Listen up." Elly pointed at the group. "I'm in charge here, and I say <i>he's to be treated like one of us</i>. Do I make myself clear?"

Aizawa nodded to himself. As he suspected, the good-smelling female was in charge and she was protecting him. Though it was unusual he accepted her help, realizing he was in a different world with the walkers and he would need to adjust. He did, however, bare his hunting teeth at the man from behind her. He would not permit anyone to question his benefactor's authority without a sign of disapproval.

"You can't communicate with it - uh, with him," Vlad corrected, stammering a little when he saw row upon row of pointy teeth directed at him.

"I get that we need to be able to talk. We can teach each other our languages, and I'll do testing along the way as I gain his trust and vice versa. He's not a prisoner or a test subject - the gate needs to remain unlocked <i>at all times</i>."

"If he leaves, we lose the opportunity ..!"

Elly ignored the protest, pointing at the merman and then the exit out to the ocean. "Look, you can come and go as you please." She walked over and demonstrated how it worked, a simple latch that he could reach up to unhook. Aizawa quickly unlatched it and then closed it just as fast, waving a hand at the indoor pool and his injury to indicate he knew it was better to stay put for now.

"I'm not going anywhere yet," he told her firmly.

Her face showed she didn't quite understand but knew he was showing that he wouldn't leave. She nodded and smiled, and he wondered again at her teeth. They were so dull and tiny, yet she flashed them so much at him. Was this how the walkers signaled friendliness to each other? Mers showed their teeth for aggression and during mating, so although it felt wrong he carefully bared his fangs in an approximation of her expression. The other researchers recoiled at the toothy grimace, but Elly didn't. Aizawa's heart beat faster when she showed even more of them.

"Your kind must not smile much, huh?"

<i>Her voice is beautiful</i>. His ear flaps lowered and he ducked partway under the water to conceal a blush. All that display of teeth had an effect on him; he did find her attractive, after all.

Their relationship was tenuous at best, a guarded kind of goodwill though neither were completely certain of the other. Elly wanted to show this possible new friend and ambassador to a new race that she respected and welcomed him. She took off the corded necklace she wore and offered it to him across her open palms.

Aizawa's eyes widened.

Dangling from the end of the leather cord was a gorgeous shell that shone brightly in the sunlight.

<i>She doesn't know what this means</i>! He forced himself to try and understand the land creature. She was being generous, but couldn't know that shiny objects were given to court his kind. Perhaps the walkers didn't give things to their mates when they proposed. There was so much he didn't know.

And yet Aizawa couldn't turn off the emotions that surged through him no matter how hard he tried. The offering was a rare shell, one that would have been hard for his kind to find, let alone a land walker. It was a <i>magnificent</i> Gift. He hesitated, his hand twitching at his side as he looked into her eyes and back at the beautiful pendant.

On her part, Elly was startled to see that, close up, he was even more handsome than she had thought at first. His eyes were a smoky gray color and a scattering of darker scales ran up along his neck, blending into the scruffy hair on his face that gave him a rogueish, unshaven look.

"It's okay," she said softly. "I want you to have it."

He reached out to take it from her and their hands touched. His palm was warm though the water droplets dripping off him were cool. There was a fine webbing between his fingers that shimmered in the sunlight and she noticed he had glittering, sharp black claws.

"Thank you," he said in a low voice as he slipped it around his neck.

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.