"Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Isn’t this a wonderful sight. It’s only been a week, young lady. Miss me already?”
The gasp that answered him, coupled with the wide eyed, deer in the headlights expression...it was almost like a parody, as if he was a parent that walked in on a kid reading a dirty magazine. It was so different from the normally coy kind of expression she likely would have shown with anyone else that he almost wanted to laugh, were it not for her current state, flushed, red raced and panting.
So, this was what Venus meant, eh? He couldn’t help but chuckle, vulpine smirk crossing his face as he approached.
“Please,” he purred, Making no attempt to avoid her eyes. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m always up for a free show.”
Her face, if possibly, could have combusted if it got any more crimson. “I-It’s not…!” She stammered. “It….M-my body is doing it on it’s own!” She ducked her head, biting her lip, even as she yanked blankets to cover her modesty, and her burning face. “It’s too much…” she whimpered, almost sinfully. “Help…”
Even with the blankets, it didn’t take much imagination to know what she was trying to shield from his eyes. It was almost amusing that she would do that now when she was also moaning to him to ‘help’. However, she always had been endearingly contrary like that.
Shaking off those thoughts, he sank down to the bed, running a hand over her sheet-covered, quivering leg sympathetically, even as a snort of fond exasperation broke from his lips.
“After everything we’ve experienced together, this, of all things, is what embarrasses you?”
The look she shot through the gap in the blankets was such a mixture of mortification and frustration that he had to bite his own lip not to laugh. “You!” she spluttered. “You’re not helping!”
“And how is one to do that?” he asked, walking his fingers over the sheets, mischievously. “After all, you’re all wrapped up like a Christmas present in hose quilty confinements,” he felt his lips quirk as his eyes roved over her trembling form. “Unless, of course, that is the idea, and I need to unwrap you in order to help. Whichever is fine, my lady. All you need do is ask.”
The glare that she shot him could have set him on fire, though he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from genuine annoyance or desire before she vanished under the blankets once again. A moment later, her hand peaked out, almost shyly from the sheets, beckoning him inside.
So, this is what Venus meant by her own fun, Huxian noted as he followed after the hand, slipping under the blankets, his nose assaulted by the tantalising scent of her heated form. Considering what I need to do here, it’s going to be hard to….ah….keep my mind on what I need to do….especially with such….wonderfully willing prey.
Or perhaps it wouldn’t be so difficult, he mused, as he trailed his lips over her jaw, before pressing them against her lips, nipping the slight pout as he encouraged her to replicate. After all, sometimes it was harder to keep his true features hidden in such moments than outside of them. If he was going to have her get used to the idea that even those close to her, friends or even lovers could be Mystic, then this was probably the best time, when he could also find...distractions for her if needed.
He could feel the pout smooth, become malleable as they almost eagerly explored his own, one of her hands reaching up to caress his cheek and tangle in his hair. With one elbow propping himself up just enough to avoid crushing her, he licked at her lips, enticing them to open before flicking inside, while his other hand trailed over her body. Her clothing, what little she still wore, was already disheveled and open, letting his fingers trail overheated skin, trailing over her bra, feeling the already erect mounds through the material.
“Awww, you’re already this excited?” Huxian chuckled.
“S-Screw yo-oh…!” She shook, biting her lip as her thoughts were promptly derailed by the man’s ministrations, fingers digging into his shoulders as his fingers trailed over and tweaked the sensitive nub.
“Poor little rose,” he cooed. “How long have you been suffering for, lovely one?”
“Too...too long,” she gasped out. “I...I wanted to...to...Ah!” She yelped, eyes screwing tight as she arched into his hand that had slipped under the material to toy with her directly. She moaned, pressing her head against his resting arm with a shudder.
“What did you want?” Huxian pressed, even as he continued to roll the nipple between his thumb and finger, resting his head on his free hand as she surveyed her wanton expressions.
“I w-wan...ted to...to see you….” she whimpered. “But we….we’ve been so busy….so I...wa...wanted to relax but….but….oh….” she shuddered, grip tightening on him. “This….this happened…”
She was already this overstimulated, he noted, seeing the tears well in her eyes. Though from Venus’ input, or from everything altogether, I wonder?
Butting the thought side for now, he nuzzled against her cheek, shushing her softly as he soothed her sensitive nipple. “I’m here,” he assured her. “I’m right here. If you want to relax, you can relax. I’ll take care of you.”
She practically purred as she hooked her leg over his, as if to drag him loser, her fingers fumbling over his clothes as she stared up at him with half lidded eyes.
“Hue?”
Huxian hummed in response as his hand slipped from her pressed and trailed over her stomach. “Yes?”
And there was that pout again. And the glare. If it were any other time, he might have actually been concerned enough to back off, but there was no heat in it. Or rather, not the angry kind. It practically blazed with need, even as she otherwise feigned innocence, tugging at his clothes in an almost child like manner.
“Not just me,” she insisted.
“Bossy, bossy,” he teased, pulling away from her so he was straddling her form, slowly, almost teasingly so, removing his clothing one by one. “First you hide yourself from me, now you want to see everything. Quite the contrary little vixen, aren’t you?”
She saw fit to ignore that with only a sharp look before her attention was utterly focused on his belt, fumbling with the buckle in her haste to remove it. Laughing slightly, Huxian took pity on her and removed her hand from it, unfastening it with practiced ease before shiting his hips so that she could eagerly pull the trousers down. As he did so, though, he slipped his own hand between her legs and ran his fingers over the lower lips to make her gasp and arch, shuddering. He grinned toothilly, continuing to run his fingers there as he shifted, removing his pants entirely.
“Impatient,” he sing songed. “But I can take a point. Or should be, you’d be taking a point?” he added, letting one of his fingers slip inside the heated wetness to back up his wordplay.
Her cheeks flushed, burning as she covered her mouth to stifle the moan that tried to escape, eyes rolling as they fluttered closed, back arching, writhing over his ministrations. Her leg wrapping around him once more, her body began to move to his rhythm, as if to make him press further inside. Panting, she tried to look up at him, a shaky smirk on her half hidden lips as she tried to remain coy, rather than turning into a puddle under his fingers.
“G...gladly,” she breathed.
He wanted to laugh at the attempt, rapidly falling apart as he did as the girl’s body suggested and curled his fingers inside her in an almost ‘come hither’ motion, making her eyes roll and her head drop back with shuddering gasps. One of the hands that wasn’t covering her lips dug into his waist, nails almost biting into his skin and he growled slightly, suppressing the urge to yank his fingers out and take her there and then hard into the bed, but he bit his tongue, reminding himself not only that Venus would certainly prevent him from doing so, but they both would regret it if he did so. Not to mention that he had something he needed to do.
Though seeing her shudder and undulate under him, moaning in pleasure, was certainly a plus.
Even so, he certainly didn’t expect it when, even wracked by pleasure, she somehow found the strength to wrap her legs tighter around him and wrench them both over. Landing with an oof on his back and a weight on his body, he stared up with a fluttering heart as she straddled him. Her hands feather tapped over him, as if she couldn’t decide where to start until finally, she cupped his face, angling his head so she could catch his lips, hungrilly with her own. Certainly not about to complain, he allowed her this slight lead, Angling his head up as she kissed and nipped at his jaw and neck, curious as to what she would do next when his brain almost short circuited as he felt her hand palm him through the rabrick of his underwear, bucking up against her with a gasp.
Her lips curved upwards a moment, the minx, before she yanked them down and stilled, her eyes wide as she stared in a way that was almost flattering at his manhood. It was tempted, oh so tempting to toss out a witty comment, a joke, a tease, but before he could open his mouth, her hands moved and he almost swallowed his tongue instead as she grasped him, head arching back as he bit back a whine that was more animal than human. Gods, she hadn’t done this to him, not this her, but it was if she knew where to put pressure, where to caress, it was as if she had somehow got the memories of that past self, of Rozyus….no, better than that.
Panting in an effort to regain some semblance of sanity, he grasped her rear, kneading the firm skin running his fingers over where they met, tracing lower until they slipped back between her legs once again, bucking against the as she let out a moan, her fingers tightening enough on him that he almost saw stars.
It was almost as if they hads subconsciously started a contest of who could get the other to climax first, each teasing the other as he smirked a fox like grin as he pushed her away and further into his fingers, or flashed a coy smile as she ground down against him dangerously in a way that made him want to flip them over and drive himself into her until the bed cracked. For a moment, he was so busy trying to get her to cry out, or to even think around his own ministrations that he almost jumped when a small ringing sounded in his ears and a whispered voice entered his mind.
“Now aren’t we getting hot and heavy?” the goddess’ voice was almost obnoxiously smug. “Not that I mind, of course - you’re giving me more power here! But still, don’t actually go planting your seed yet, little brother. It’ll make our job just that bit harder. We still need her….somewhat pure. Remember the ritual?”
And if that wasn’t a boner killer…
I know that, he mentally shot back. You don’t have to remind me. Ju...just give me the signal when the dreamscapes weakest.
He almost wished that he could forget the whole idea and just play around until the both of them were sated and comforted with each other, but it wasn’t something he could put off. With how she was going at it, it wouldn’t even be hard for him to slip by accident and her end up with a nine tailed demon lord pressing her against the bed.
“Don’t you mean that you’ll tell me when you’re ready?” came the flippant reply. “Tell me when and I’ll take it from there.”
Would have been nice to know from the start, he groused, biting his lip as Rodessa stroked in just the right way his thoughts scattered for a moment. Taking a shuddering breath - and pinching one of her nipples in retaliation, he shot a thought to Venus. Any time now!
“Hmmm~? Oh, I thought you were going to get more… animal kinky, first.”
He didn’t have to see her to know that she was wiggling her eyebrows, likely making a clawing motion as she made a purred growl sound. His own eyebrow twitched. That wasn’t what he meant at all. With the way she had been suggesting it, he thought the dreamscape needed to be weaker before he started to show those hidden features.
Goddess magic…. he really should stop questioning it. Considering she could hear his thoughts, she was probably going to do it any time he let his illusions drop. Well, whatever. So long as she kept her side of the bargain…
Best start small, he decided, rolling the both of them back over, hearing Rodessa yelp slightly as he nipped at her neck, allowing his fangs to glint when he shot her a teasing look, knowing his eyes glinted a light amber rather than the more human hazel in those brief few seconds before he ran his tongue over the tender skin.
Rodessa jumped. The nip there felt strange, different...sharper? Blinking, she looked up at him, only for the question to die on her tongue as, instead of the eyes she was familiar with, it was instead something that looked more fitting on an animal than a man, alight with a strange, primal hunger that seemed to practically burn.
“Hue…? What the fu-?”
He knew it threw her for a loop. Unnerved. Tilting his head, he hid those features again with practiced ease, making it seem more like a trick of light.
“What?” he asked, calmly, soothingly. “Is something wrong? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
For a moment, she eyed him, puzzled. However, that strange inhuman look was gone, as if it had never been there at all. Were her eyes playing tricks on her? Blurred from pleasure, maybe? Or perhaps a trick of light? Yeah, that had to be it. In certain lights, Huxian’s eyes did almost look golden…
She shook her head. “It’s fine,” she assured him. “Just static shock.”
Smiling, he leaded back in to nuzzle the crook of her neck.
“That’s good,” he murmured. “I never want to hurt you.”
The momentary fear he had seen in her eyes had been heart aching enough….but this was why he was doing this. She had to get used to the fact. If she couldn’t handle the idea, how would she react when she found out the truth? A little pain now would be fine, so long as she could be fine with the fact her trusted partner wasn’t human at all.
He continued his earlier ministrations, caressing her skin, kissing her lips, her cheeks, neck and skin, feeling her relaxed and panting once again before he decided on trying again. This time, he trailed his kisses to her breast and took one of the sensitive nubs into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it to make her shudder. This time, as she gripped his hair, he allowed his ears to appear, the soft fur brushing her wrists.
Wait...Soft...fluffy...that felt familiar...it didn’t feel like Huxian’s hair, the texture and shape were different...no, that wasn’t hair, but ears...not human ears either but...fox ears?
What?!
Quickly, she pushed Huxian back and he jerked away, blinking in what seemed to be surprise as she grabbed his shoulders, searching his head, yanking him closer for inspection as she ran her hands through his hair, adjusting it roughly enough to make the man wince, trying to see if she had truly felt fox ears of all things but...nothing. There was nothing.
“Ow!” Huxian hissed, tangling his fingers against hers to loosen her grip. “Hey, I don’t mind hair pulling as much as the next guy, but seriously, pull any harder and you’ll give me bald patches! Don’t make me bald, Ro, I would look awful bald.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Rodessa spluttered, pulling her hands away, leaving Huxian to rub at his sore scalp. “I thought I saw…”
“What?” Blinking through his bangs, Huxian watched her face carefully. “What did you think you saw?”
Sitting back a little, Rodessa frowned. “I thought I saw - and I know this sounds crazy… - ears. Fox ears.” Even in her own head, that sounded stupid. She shook her head. “No, it’s silly….forget about it,” she smiled faintly.
Sitting back on his feet, Huxian frowned. “Is this about when we last spoke?” he asked, tentatively. “When I mentioned about how even people close to you could be part of the mystic world?”
That almost felt out of left field. Brow knitting, Rodessa pulled back, opening her mouth to question him, only for him to grab her waist, his grip almost painfully tight...almost as if claws were digging into her.
“Hue? W-what are-?”
Something moved behind him, causing Rodessa to freeze. Shadows shifting, writhing almost like snakes, curling and flicking like hungry black flames.
“I told you,” That voice wasn’t like Huxian’s, almost guttural, as if a growl could translate to human speech. “In this world, where the mystic one coincides...you must never...ever...take anything at face value. You can’t take for granted that your eyes see what is truly there….or maybe what is not…”
She felt like a rabbit in the eyes of a predator, golden eyes gleaming through hair as cold white as snow.
“That’s how they get you, you know?” he purred. “Through trickery….deceit. Even the benevolent ones...especially those who might do you harm. To them, you might not be the predator, Rodessa.”
It happened in a flurry. One moment she was staring at the form of her partner somehow distorting before her. The next she was pinned down in an iron grip, clawed hands pressing her into the bed hard enough that she couldn’t even squirm, tails lashed like serpents and fangs snapped near her throat.
“You’re the prey!”
Seeing fangs lunge at her neck, she couldn’t scream, couldn’t even make a sound. Her throat was paralysed in fear, death flashing before her eyes. All she could do was rely on the one thing that had kept her alive for so many years.
Instinct.
With a yell, she bucked her hips upwards, knocking the creature off balance long enough for her to gain control of her legs and with one loud scream, she lashed out. Her foot connected and the creature roared.
[END]
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