Co-written by Armith-Greenleaf and Kanilla.
Warnings: lime/lemon
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The television had been boring him for a while now, and he pushed the red button on the remote and turned it off. Ever since Lillith had forgotten to pay the license last week they had been stuck with a single channel, and there was no Discovery channel for him. He closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of Lillith's presence.
She was finishing in the kitchen, washing the dishes after dinner. She had force fed him spaghetti, and while he could not say the taste was bad, he couldn't also say he loved them. Human food wasn't all that appealing for him, but after a year of living with Lilith in the Human Realm and her insistence over the topic he had decided to give it a shot every once in a while. He also had offered to help with the house chores, but after a mess or two he had caused, of broken china and smudged furniture, she told him to simply go on his business; which, sadly, he couldn't go on about any more if there was no cable. Asmodeus sighed and ran sloppily a hand over his whitish hair. A strand of hair loosened and got stuck on his sleeve, and he frowned disapprovingly at it before dropping it. The growth of his hair had finally seemed to come to a stop a couple of weeks ago, and he could not quite feel at ease with the way Ana and Lillith liked to toy with it and tie it up, or braid it.
He glanced in the direction of the kitchen doorway, knowing that Lillith was finishing up the dishes from the sounds he could hear. He felt the smallest twinge of regret for having broken some of her dishes not so long ago when she really didn't have that many in the first place. But he waited patiently there on the couch for her.
Not long after she walked out, wiping her hands in a small towel and smiling slightly at him. He blinked his large, crimson eyes at her, watching in curiosity as her eyes roamed over his tall frame. It brought an odd sensation to his chest he could not describe, but the feeling faded away quickly.
"Well, I'm all down around here for the night." She said, tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear.
He believed humans called what she'd just done "checking him out", and it made him quirk an eyebrow. Lillith just stared at him for a moment, and he thought the way her lips curled into such a strange smile was puzzling. It was different from her other smiles, and this was one he was rather unfamiliar with. But he thought he remembered girls giving Aeron those looks sometimes.
"Are you tired?" he asked.
It took her a moment to process his question, "Ah, not much but um," She fixed her skirt, smoothing it out, like he knew she did when nervous.
Then she chuckled weakly, "I guess. Let’s just sleep, okay?" But in the quiet recess of Lilith's mind a dark thought had made it to the surface: Asmodeus had no idea how good he looked sprawled in the couch like that, his legs spread far apart, back leaning fully against the cushions, arms over them, like he owned the place, like he was comfortable with the world.
But then again, he should be, shouldn't he? He had been living here for quite some time now, and Lillith had gotten so used to his presence that she missed it dearly when he wasn't there. Asmodeus just gave a quiet nod at her suggestion, which made her sigh exasperatedly.
He might be a man now, and he might be her mate, but frankly, she had never met a creature more asexual than him. Even his brothers got their rocks off in one way or another, and not even the youngest Prince, Tavara, whom still had the form of an eight year old child, was anything like Asmodeus. It frustrated her more than she could put in words.
She had earnestly tried to do things his way, go to his rhythm, but there was only so much a human girl could take. She wouldn't live ages like him, and she really couldn't wait for decades until he understood the bees and the flowers. She had to find a way to teach him, but it frustrated her to no end that he never picked up hints. Lilith guessed she had to be more direct so she had made this intricate plan in her mind, make a cosy dinner for two, talk nonsense, maybe add a few more hints here and there -which she knew he wouldn't pick up on-, and try to get more intimate on a physical level.
Instead he had spent most of the dinner almost silently complaining about the fact that she made him eat human food. The woman sighed as she walked to their room.
"Why do you sigh?"
She heard him ask directly behind her, and the sudden sound of his deep voice so close to her made her jump an inch in the air.
"It's nothing."
She could still remember what his voice had sounded like before he went through the change and became the handsome man he was today. He sounded so much darker, richer somehow when he spoke now, although his voice was always quiet and sometimes hard to catch. She flicked on the light when she came into the bedroom and picked up the T-shirt that was hanging over the edge of a chair, along with the pair of pyjamas pants she slept in.
In the beginning, when they first began to share the bedroom on a regular basis she had changed into her PJ's in the bathroom, but now she couldn't be bothered. Asmodeus would always turn the other way without a word when she changed anyway, which at the moment pissed her off a bit.
She pulled her sweater and T-shirt over her head, then reached behind her back to undo the bra. Over her shoulder she could tell that Asmodeus had already turned away to give her privacy. Then an idea hit her, and she spoke in a soft voice.
“Would you mind helping me?"
The poor Hell Prince didn't hear the smirk hidden in the woman's pleading voice, but it still took him some hesitating seconds to turn for her help, which served to annoy her further.
"I would, but why do you need help? You always do this on your own."
His puzzled tone bothered her even more and she didn't know if she would have to smack him for him to understand.
"It's just that my shoulder hurts a bit when I bend my arm back, I think I slept on it last night."
Her other hand went to rub her bare shoulder, theatrics made to convince him of her point, but she stopped when she felt the brush of his cold fingers on her skin. Sadly, once the clasp was undone he returned quickly to his corner, his back to her. She nearly pulled at her hair. What would it take for him to look at her? It was no violation of her privacy if she wanted him to!
Even that time after the whole affair with the angels, when she had been stressed out about sleeping on her own and he had changed her clothes he had told her that he'd looked away when he did so. Back then she'd thought it was sweet of him, the right thing, but now she was just fed up with the whole polite attitude. What was worse, Asmodeus didn't even realize that his behaviour rubbed her the wrong way. And he was supposed to be a pretty powerful mind reader.
She put on her sleeping T-shirt with a little huff, then undid the buttons on her skirt and slipped it off. It joined the other discarded clothes on the chair. She was just about to grab her pyjama bottoms, but left them. Maybe she'd get a little attention if she slept like this- in her panties. "You can turn around, you know."
To add even more to her cup of annoyance for the night he seemed to completely overlook her state of half undress, simply making his shirt, trousers and shoes vanish. For a second she smiled at seeing his mismatched socks still on his feet, but then she wished she could righteously warm him instead. Lilith sighed, her shoulders sagging, "I'll go brush my teeth." And she didn't wait for his nod before leaving the room.
She turned on the light of the bathroom, washed her hands again and squeezed some toothpaste onto her toothbrush. When was the last time they had kissed? It wasn't something they did much, either. For all his gloating about her being his and no one else's, he sure had to learn better to care for his mate. What if she left him? Not that she would, but what if she found someone else, someone who did show her his affection? But it would never happen... She rinsed her mouth, feeling a bad taste still in her mouth-
Somehow she doubted she would be able to find herself someone normal and be able to live happily like that. Ever since Asmodeus appeared in her life, out of the blue, she had gotten perhaps a little bit more comfortable with the abnormal and the strange than she should be. She thought of Aeron and how he was so familiar with the human ways and customs, and though she didn't want Asmodeus to be anything like his untamed younger brother, she'd really like for him to actually know some stuff. Did he even know how humans reproduced themselves?
After washing her face and turned off the light again and walked back to the bedroom, discouraged to find him in bed already with his eyes closed.
He did not even stir at her approach; it was like she caused nothing no reaction in him at all. She bit her lip and went to turn off the light, giving her back to the bed, where a very much awake Asmodeus was seeing her butt barely hidden in black panties. He had read in a book once -erotica book, one he was tricked into reading by Aeron- that when women wore black undergarments it was because they wanted... something. But the more he racked his brains trying to remember what it was the further it seemed to slip away.
In seconds Lilith was crawling into bed next to him, and to his surprise she lay in the corner, fairly away from him, while she usually snuggled right into his arms. The fact made the Prince's light eyebrows rise.
The only times he knew her to distance herself was when she felt troubled by something, and this in turn made him wonder whether he had said something wrong, or if he had done something that didn't please her. She could be extremely touchy sometimes about things that made absolutely no sense to him, especially things that concerned herself. That in turn made him remember that once when he commented on her having womanly shapes, to which she had reacted with shock, blushing and nearly hitting him.
But that had been a while ago, and since that not many things had made her distance herself from him. So what had he done wrong now? He started pondering, thinking about the dinner. Was it that he complained about eating human food?
"Lilith?" He called for her name again when she didn't respond, "Are you upset?"
But he had yet to entice an answer, so he wiggled his way closer to her, but she remained unmoving even while he circled an arm around her waist. Strangely enough her back felt really tense, and he remembered her aching shoulder. His larger hand tenderly touched it, before giving it a small squeeze- the start of a massage. But she didn't move.
"Lilith?" And he was starting to get an odd feeling, something he guessed humans called "concern".
His hand lingered on her shoulder, but he felt uncertain about what to do to make her answer his question. Normally she would give in quite easily with a bit of prodding on his behalf, but the muscles beneath his fingertips were stiff and tense, and he wondered whether she might be really angry with him, for some reason. He wished he had his brother Aeron's knowledge when it came to humans, in particular females.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked in a low, but soft voice. Feeling concerned for Lillith always made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't understand. Then suddenly her fingers touched his, and one by one she pried his fingers from her shoulder and shoved the hand away before promptly pulling the covers up to her nose.
Oh bugger, that meant she WAS angry at him, livid seemed closer to it. The poor Prince didn't know what to do; seldom times had Lilith gotten so angry to him to lay on the edge of the bed AND ignore his attempt of apology. He sat up, making the covers pool on his lap, and forcefully rolled her on her back. To his shock there were tears threatening to fall from her eyes, and she was biting her lower lip harshly. He could already smell her blood starting to ooze even before he saw it.
"W-What's wrong?" Lucious would kill him if he knew a human woman made him stutter, but he really didn't know what was wrong with her. Had she hurt herself on her trip to the bathroom? Lilith, however, refused to meet his eye. She swallowed thickly before speaking, "Nothing, good night." And rolled back onto her side, pulling the covers all over her head.
Her denial, or rather refusal to tell him what was going on made him frown deeply enough to create wrinkles on his forehead. Lillith was brushing him off, and he was not going to take that. The possessiveness that sometimes unexplainably welled up in him was starting to surface. She was pushing him away- him, her mate.
"Lillith, I don't like it when you lie to me," he told her calmly and grasped the covers to pull them away from her face. However, she was still holding onto them tightly with her hands, and when he tried harder she just wriggled beneath them and clutched them harder. "Lillith, speak to me," he demanded.
Usually she'd throw a tantrum, pout and glare at him, but it was disconcerting how this time she was doing none. The longer the minutes were the more Asmodeus frowned, and the crease between his eyebrows deepened when she easily slid from under him and out of bed and walked to the bathroom, her t-shirt wrinkled and once again exposing her underwear. The bathroom door was slammed shut and he heard her run the water.
Should he try to pry into her mind? But he had promised he wouldn't, and if she felt him she would get even madder. What if she... threw him out? The thought brought a chill to his spine, which accidentally seemed to open his mind to hers, and he distinctively heard her think the word "Jerk!" in a very loud tone. He winced when she walked back into the room, her face washed again. "So, good night Asmodeus." And she again lay in the furthest corner.
The way she was acting was very disturbing, if not extremely. Now he knew for certain that it was him she was upset with, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out exactly what he had done to piss her off. He felt that it he left her alone now things might become strained and uncomfortable between them- but how to fix this? He had no clue. From previous experience he knew that Lillith wasn't so fond of being touched by others, unless it was someone she knew well or considered a friend. But she had slept wrapped up in his arms so many times already, and now she denied him her touch.
He slowly lay back down, and after giving it some thought he slipped an arm around her waist and hugged her close to himself. Her naked legs felt cold now against his own. He rubbed his hand against her skin, trying to warm her a bit, but he frowned. There was... an even odder feeling in his chest. It wasn't the first time it happened, but never the less it was still annoying.
What was that feeling? The one he got every time their skin touched? It was alike that he felt when they kissed, and since he didn't understand what it was -and was too afraid to ask any of his brothers, or Aeron, more like it- he tried his best not to get himself in situations when he felt it.
But they still happened, and the feeling was almost constricting, stingy and it made his body react, which no average feeling could. Princes couldn't physically feel pain, or fear, but whatever it was, it was affecting him. His skin, in contact with hers, was tingling, and it seemed like, afraid as he was of what it was, the rest of him sought out more. "Lilith? Can you tell me what's wrong, so I know what to apologize for?"
She stirred a little when he spoke, and he heard how she almost grit her teeth and pressed the words out. "For being stupid. For being clueless. For being a dope," she mumbled quickly, "pick whichever you like."
Asmodeus blinked and tried to process what she just told him, but it made no sense what so ever. She thought he was stupid? And what on earth was a dope? She curled up tighter, bringing her legs up to her stomach and trapping his arm between them and her tummy. Asmodeus could feel the heat from her thighs well, and he wondered how those could be so warm when the rest of her legs and the arms felt so cold against his own skin. He inched his head closer to her neck, and his nose rubbed against that little bump of bone that jutted out slightly because her head was bent forward. Somehow this seemed to make Lillith react, because he could feel how her heart was picking up speed and fluttering faster against her ribcage.
At least it was a change, he thought. It was like whatever he was doing was lifting the fog of anger slightly. Problem was, he didn't know what he was doing. But he guessed so long as he didn’t know but he kept doing it, things should be better. Now, that little bone that was sticking out on her back, the beginning of her spine, was really claiming his attention. He put his forehead against it, feeling her heartbeat reverberate through it. Asmodeus gave it a small kiss, trying to ease her heart, but it only served to make speed up. The Prince blinked, wondering why the Hell such a simple gesture brought such a reaction. He could feel her skin warming up considerably, and somehow the arm around her stomach pushed her body flush against him reflexively. His lips bumped against the exposed skin of her neck, and the smell of her hair blurred his vision for a second.
He held her against himself, locked in a tight embrace while his lips touched the exposed skin. He kept very still, worried that she might still pull away from him if he did something wrong, and he couldn't understand why her heart was going to badly out of whack. Vaguely he remembered reading that humans enjoyed being touched by those they cared for, and it had mentioned something about how to touch, but it was fuzzy. He supposed skin contact was a good place to start, but that in turn made him feel strange and uncertain about -what- he was actually feeling.
He moved the arm holding her waist a bit, and his hand came flat against her stomach. Lillith's breathing became a little odd when he stroked her stomach gently, but the anger seemed to have slipped from her now.
Asmodeus did something he wasn't fond of doing, he bit his lip. What now? His face was still resting on her skin, and his hand was tracing circles on her belly, but what else could he do so she forgave him? Then he remembered, her shoulder hurt, and now that she had calmed down maybe she could accept his little massage.
His hand left her stomach and crept under her big t-shirt, gently kneading the muscles of her shoulder. Why did that make her breath hitch for a second? He furrowed his brow again; there it was, if he touched near her collarbone her heart skipped a beat. The discovery was somewhat... fascinating. What if he touched her neck?
Lillith had to close her eyes when Asmodeus' longer fingers slipped into her T-shirt and brushed against her skin. Just a simple touch like that made her heart beat like crazy, and she wondered if this was what it was supposed to feel like. The butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, but they only grew larger when his hand kept touching and kneading, and though she was sure that maybe he didn't have a clue about what he was doing, at least he was on the right track.
However, she just had to find a way to keep him going at it without telling him; she knew for sure that if she did he would immediately relapse into curious mode, why this, what's that, and he would completely forget about her. Or even worse, he'd get embarrassed. What hurt her most was that it wasn't conscious; it was not something he wanted, or even needed to do to and with her. It was just happening. He consciously wasn't aware that she was a woman to his male; for all she knew he considered her to be a "person", neither woman nor male. There was just no show of attraction, no lingering gazes or touches. So honestly, it was better for him to not touch her at all, than secretly goad her on as he was doing now. She had longed for this contact, for any kind of intimacy with him, but this was making her hurt when it shouldn't.
"Asmodeus...Don't, okay?" she said quietly, and he almost didn't catch her words. They made him frown again and realize that he must have done something wrong after all, somehow, and he felt something he thought might be frustration over not knowing what she needed or wanted from him. "Tell me what it is that displeases you so, Lillith." But he withdrew his hand and stopped touching her.
Slowly she sat up on the bed, taking a deep breath, "This..." And yet, she couldn't find a way to describe it. He sat up as she waved her hands in the air, gesturing, "This, I don't know. Don't touch me if you don't feel it." But it sounded like an accusation, and by his frown she knew she had voiced it wrong.
"I don't understand," he said, voice darker than normal. He was getting mad.
"I-I..." She emitted a strangled sound and hung her head, "Do you feel anything when you touch me?" She hugged her torso, "Or..." Did he do it because she liked it? He had to know, with the way her heart and breathing sped up...
"Feel…anything?" he repeated slowly, as if he didn't quite understand her question. The obvious answer was yes, because he DID feel something when he lay next to her, or when her skin touched hers. He just couldn't name it the way she probably could. The anger was lurching in his chest, ready to surface any time it was provoked further. "I do," he finally admitted. "I do feel something."
The revelation nearly brought the air out of her lungs, so much, in fact, that she forgot she had been extremely angry at him hardly moments ago. She shifted her position to face him, her eyes wide with curiosity, her lips parting at the sight of his angry, yet still frustrated look. More than that he looked confused, and she didn't know if that was good or not.
"You do..." Lilith bit her lip, summoning her guts. She reached out a hand and placed in on his bare chest, right above his heart. It was beating faster than usual. "Do you feel anything now?"
His brows just drew more closely together in the deepest frown she had ever seen on his face, but he nodded. Then one of his hands came up to cover hers, and he held it there. It was a sweet thing, she thought, but she wondered if he would be able to understand her feelings, even just a little.
Did Princes feel love the same way humans did? She just couldn't tell from looking at Asmodeus' brothers. She slowly sat up, and her T-shirt pooled in her lap. Asmodeus regarded her with the strangest stare when she leaned in a little closer, pressing her hand closer to his beating heart. She wanted to kiss him, wanted to know whether he felt the same as she did when they kissed, but didn't have the courage to do so.
Their faces were close, but it was like they were frozen in motion. None of them knew what to do next, nor what the other wanted. This, Lilith thought, squeezing her eyes shut, was exactly their problem. She knew Asmodeus was completely inept at this kind of thing; should she ignore her shame and push onwards, regardless of what the outcome could be?
Opening her eyes she found his eyes resting under her neck, keenly staring at the exposed chest her t-shirt let him see; but she didn't notice, she thought he was avoiding her eyes... So she drew back and was startled at him pulling her against his chest by her elbows. Her chest collided against his, but before she could even think of protesting he drew his arms around her and rested his face on the top of her head, inhaling her scent, squeezing her against him; one of his arms tingled, because her t-shirt had ridden up.
A deep red colour blossomed in Lillith's cheeks, and it felt like her whole face was aflame. She tried to draw a deep breath, but could only inhale him, Asmodeus' own scent that she never knew how to describe, other than it reminded her of rain. But he also smelled distinctively male; something that sent little shivers through her. His arms were so tight around her that she felt suffocated, and she wrapped her arms around him in return and clung to him while her nose and mouth were buried in the crook of his neck.
Asmodeus earned a little yelp of surprise from her when he suddenly lifted her and placed her on his lap, letting her legs rest on either side of him. She shuddered hard when his cheek touched hers and his mouth was right next to her ear.
"I'm sorry," He murmured, sending a shiver down her back, "I'm sorry for what I did." And he sounded sincerely apologetic, even while she had not told him exactly what had bothered her, and for that she felt almost ashamed of throwing a fit he couldn't even begin to understand. It was hopeless, even while every inch of her skin was in close contact with his, even while she felt every plane and curve of his body, there was nothing there.
She guessed she had to come to terms with it; that no matter how many hints she dropped, and maybe not even after directly saying it to him, he wouldn't respond. She was a mortal, beneath him, fragile, expendable. He cared for her but not like a man did for a woman, like a mate did.
"It's okay, I'm sorry too, I..." She licked her lip, accidentally brushing the tip of her tongue against his neck. Lilith noticed the way he stiffened, and it was the last proof she needed, "I was being a brat."
Asmodeus didn't know how to respond to that, for even though her behaviour now had reminded him vaguely of a child's it really was nothing alike. Lillith was no child; she was a grown female of the human specie, and he regarded her as such. But just now, when she spoke and her tongue touched his neck he felt himself tense up without understanding why that had made him shiver just a little. And not in an entirely unpleasant way either.
He cradled the back of her head with a hand and curled her hair around his fingers, tugging gently and stroking it like he knew she found enjoyable. But he couldn't get that brief, wet touch against his neck out of his mind now, and he wondered what he might feel if she did it again. He'd felt her tongue before, briefly against his own once when they kissed, but Lillith had withdrawn hers from his mouth barely seconds later and looked at him with embarrassment burning red in her cheeks. He rubbed her back through the T-shirt with his other hand, and her muscles relaxed until he slipped the hand back under the fabric and touched her skin.
It was as if a million little nerves exploded with fire, from his hand to the back of his head; he didn't even notice the way her posture changed, how her back was curved as his hand made its assertion, how her hands were balled to fists. He just wanted to explore, to see why that touch had made his entire body tingle all over.
Lilith shifted on his lap, "Asmodeus?" But when she looked up she saw his face passive, his eyes intense, and his hand didn't cease until it reached her neck. Her t-shirt was lifted all the way, and while her back was naked, the front of the t-shirt pushed up against her breasts, and his crimson eyes drunk in it all.
The blush deepened; something Lillith hadn't thought to be possible. But his eyes...His eyes were just too intense, even more so now than when he was angry or annoyed. It nearly made her clutch the T-shirt to her chest just to hide, but his hands were there before she could do anything much, and a shallow breath left her lips when they grasped the hem of the garment and pulled it up, over her head completely, then tossed it away. Asmodeus simply hadn't been able to contain his curiosity, and it compelled him to search out the things he didn't know. He was well aware of Lillith's blush and the way her eyes had widened now in surprise, maybe something else too.
And the moment that T-shirt was gone from her body and the soft swells of her breasts were against his chest he was rendered utterly breathless. They looked soft, and he imagined one of his hands cupping a breast, touching it to see if it really was as silky as it looked.
"Asmodeus..." Lillith's voice was weak, and he glanced at her for a moment and was a little puzzled to see her eyelids slightly lowered, her lips parted.
That was an interesting reaction; her expression was something new, not even alike of that she got when waking up. One of his hands went down to her butt, and she gasped as he brought her even closer to his body; then that hand went to the small of her back, a little over the elastic band of her knickers, the free hand then tentatively approaching one of her breasts at the same time as he sought a denial in her face. He found none and his hand, not so cold any more, covered the swell entirely. She bit her lip and shuddered a little at the first squeeze. He wondered what her reaction, or expression would be if he caressed it a little.
The answer was, he guessed, that she liked it since she moaned and threw her head back, exposing her slender neck to him, making both her breasts go up. His eyes roamed crazy all over her skin, wondering what to touch next, but the little pink swells of her nipples were what caught his attention. He leaned forward to inspect one more closely; it was erect but it still looked soft, it felt soft, and the touch of his tongue on it made Lilith squirm a lot on his lap.
He could feel her mind probing into his own, which surprised him because that usually only happened when her emotions were running wild, or when they were strong, but focused. He had felt it earlier, when she called him "jerk" without voicing it, and he felt it now, only it was not anger, but something entirely different. Her arms came up and wrapped themselves around his neck, keeping his face just where he had it. Asmodeus could not really complain- this was new territory, and he wanted to cover it all. Lillith's breath hitched again when he closed his lips around the puckered nipple and drew it into his mouth, and her arms were trembling around him.
"W-what are you...doing?" she asked in a breathless gasp, and Asmodeus released the nipple only long enough to answer her.
"I am exploring you," he murmured darkly, "I need....I need to know, to understand." He pressed a light kiss to the valley between her breasts and his tongue left a wet trail behind. "What do you need to know, Asmodeus?" she pressed.
He didn't pause as his tongue trailed a hot, wet path to her jaw, where he nibbled her skin lightly. Crimson eyes stared into her brown ones, and he replied with a thick, husky voice, "I need to know... what I feel when I touch you," His forehead rested against hers, Lilith gasped as both of his hands grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back directly on his lap, where she was starting to feel a swell, "I need to see your expression when i touch you." and for the first time in the night he claimed her lips in a kiss that was unlike any other they had shared. His lips opened and closed around hers, and his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth; his hands were squeezing her bottom, and he was slowly leaning forward, as if he wanted to go in, deeper.
Lillith was so shocked with how sudden things were happening, all out of nowhere. Her thoughts and heart were racing, shifting and backtracking and God knows what else while that tongue rubbed against her own, claimed her mouth and ravished her without leaving her room or time to breathe. It made her light headed, but she hung on to him with everything she was, desperately kissing him back with the same fervour.
Asmodeus' hands made certain she was as close to him as he could get her, and she moaned into his mouth when she moved her hips, really just trying to sit more comfortably, and rubbed up against the hardness nestled between his legs. It was an alien feeling, but she wanted more of it. She could feel the familiar heat gathering in her abdomen; sending tingles through her and making her senses go into overdrive.
His eyes widened into the kiss at the jolt he felt when she rubbed against his lap. He had never felt something like that! But it had felt so bloody good, that he just wanted her to do it again; unconsciously his hands pushed her closer, but there was no more breach to cover; only their clothes were left.
His lips left hers and trailed down to her chest again, one of his hands tangled itself in her soft hair, pulling her head back so he could lick and nip at the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her pulse throbbing against his tongue; it was the same rapid pulse he tasted in her other nipple, the same one he felt as his hand brushed down her belly. He sucked on her nipple and her back arched further, bringing her centre closer to his. A gasp left his lips when he felt a crease between her legs rub on the swell of his pants, and it ignited a new fire he wanted- needed to be sated.
Lillith made a sound at the back of her throat, it sounded needy, almost like a mewl, and she buried her face in his neck as soon as his fingers released her hair. Her teeth nibbled, her lips kissed, her tongue licked- anything to drive them further into this new-found insanity. The friction her rubbing up against him created made her grit her teeth not to moan out loud, and she just couldn't stop. Asmodeus' hands and mouth were everywhere, touching and brushing over skin she didn't even know was sensitive. She began to hate what little clothes they wore, and Asmodeus didn't hesitate to help when she began to tug at her panties. He swatted her hands away to do it himself, and Lillith heard something tear, but didn't particularly care, and Oh God, was that his hand on her upper thigh? She bit hard into his neck, leaving behind a bite mark.
His tongue was dry, even though he was salivating more than usual; his hands were trembling, wanting to touch all of her and not managing as fast and as slowly as he wanted to. He didn't know what was that urge, that thirst to have a taste of all of her, and for her to have a taste of all of him; he just couldn't get enough of the way her hands ran up his strong neck to his hair or how her other hand was setting on fire his spine the lower it got; his went further up her thigh until he reached the juncture of her leg with her hip, and he hadn't exactly noticed when it happened, but it was naked. Abruptly he flipped her onto her back, his face hovering over her stomach.
She was breathing hard, as though she had just ran for hours, but her breathing could only go more erratic as his face descended on her belly and placed open mouthed, wet kisses on her skin until his tongue played with her navel. To her shock -and pleasure- he rather fancied nibbling the skin of her hip, and licking her bone, at the same time as his hands ran up and down the sides of her curvy hips. Lilith's head trashed to the sides, her fists closed on the forgotten bed covers. She brought a hand to her mouth and bit into it, needing something to anchor her so she didn't completely float away on these intense feelings that were coursing through her. Asmodeus' white blonde hair tickled her stomach, and she reached down and curled her fingers into it. Her hips were arching up against him, and his warm breath on her belly, on her hip made her squirm worse, and she panted hard and couldn't even concentrate her thoughts long enough to think what she wanted.
"A-Asmodeus!" she gasped, pulling at his long, light locks of hair when he pressed his lips to the large vein running through her thigh.
The tremble of her voice brought a rush of satisfaction and power over him, because he was the only one to ever make her feel that way, and he'd make sure to keep it that way. He looked at her contorted face, but she was experiencing no pain other than wanting more. The pull at his hair felt incredibly good; she was urging him for more, being a little rough, and he liked it.
His hand reached to the place he had yet to touch, and he lingered only for a few seconds before his palm covered her entirely between her legs. That gasp was the loudest of the ones he had gotten from her, and her back curved so much he lost sight of her upper body for a second.
The Prince bit his lip again to stop himself from drooling over her -he really didn't know what was up with the excess of saliva-. She was hot and soft, and there was a strange wetness that he didn't know had been there all the time, the one which made his hand slip a little when she squirmed, which brought a new wave of shudders from her. He intentionally rubbed the heel of his hand between the swells of skin, feeling more heat, more dampness, and a little nub that made her thrash about when he brushed it.
Her hand was slowly beginning to bruise from all the marks left behind by her teeth, but she could hardly feel the little sting of pain through the haze that covered her mind and absorbed her. Asmodeus' hand had her full attention at the moment, and when the back of his hand kept touching and rubbing over that little nub she wasn't able to contain a loud moan that slipped from her lips.
She gasped and squirmed, but there just didn't seem to be any relief for the tight feeling in her stomach. She whispered his name, wanting him to go ahead and do something more- anything at all. In her mind she pictured his mouth, saw the lips that parted and took her in, the tongue that graced her with its warm, soft and wet presence, and it was so strong in her mind that she knew he could hear it, or see it, she didn't know which.
The image was planted into his mind, and he would not rest until he saw it true, until he saw what she'd feel and what he'd feel out of it, so when her stomach was tight with strain, when she was reaching a peak of something he knew naught about, the Prince replaced his hand for his mouth. And to her it was like starting all over again, with the sensations by his lips, his teeth teasing her softest skin, his tongue flicking over that god damned demanding little nub. Her back was arching again, and her hands reached his shoulders to stop herself from going over the clouds, and then Asmodeus followed the idea of exploring a deeper place, and slowly slid one probing finger inside of her.
Lilith's eyes widened then, and her mouth came open, but no sound emerged from the parted lips. She felt her muscles tighten when Asmodeus' finger slowly slid into her body, clenching and unclenching around that long, probing finger. It was all so overwhelming that she almost cried out, and the tongue lapped at her so gently and so teasingly that she wanted to curse and yell, and yet it made her feel something she'd never felt in her entire life, even when she'd been intimate with her previous boyfriend.
Then and now could not be compared, and a hiccupping sound came from Lilith while she pulled at his hair- not meaning to do him harm, but unable to stop herself. Her hips seemed to be moving on their own, causing the finger to slide a little out, then back in, and Asmodeus caught on and glanced up at her through half closed eyes while he moved his finger.
He could not hear his own pants as he lifted himself up, and he really didn't notice the extreme discomfort he felt as his underpants brushed against his skin, they seemed to itch and burn as though his skin needed to get rid of it. He could just see, with dark eyes, as his mate's chest heaved up and down, and the blush that had spread from her neck to her cheeks. He wanted to claim her lips for his own, and push his tongue back into that wetness, see the difference from the one he had just tasted. And he did so, and she could taste herself on his tongue, and rather than disgusting her it only served to turn on the flame that was scalding her chest.
Her hands, on their own, slid from his side, over his solid muscle covered ribs, to his narrow hips, where she pulled the last clothing item down, and carefully slid it down, her palms pressing against his round and smooth buttocks. Maybe it was all that intimacy that was turning her to be a bit like him, because she suddenly felt and unexplainable curiosity for him, for all of him.
Asmodeus twitched a little under her touch, and goose bumps spread along his arms when her hands touched and explored their way down his body. His eyes fell shut by the time she reached his buttocks, and she kneaded the skin and muscle softly with her hands before sliding them down the outside of his thighs, resting lightly at the backside of his knees for a moment before coming around to touch his inner thighs so teasingly. His concentration was wavering more the further up her smaller fingers moved, and she touched him so gently and carefully that his lips trembled against hers. He broke the kiss just as her hand rested far up on his thigh, and their eyes locked, crimson on brown, and Lilith finally dared to do it then and wrapped her fingers around that hardness she found there
She bit her lip at the moan, licked it as he squeezed his eyes shut. Her head lifted a little, and she bit his lower lip at the same time as she teased the tip of him, getting a shudder out of him; his arms were trembling, not by the strain of supporting himself, but she was stroking him, softly, then harder, faster, and slowly, her fingers pausing on the base and the head. The Prince had never felt something like that before, nothing had ever made his body go erratic as Lilith had managed that night, but her lips, teeth and hands squeezing, rubbing were not something he wanted to feel just once. Abruptly he noticed his hips bucking back and forth, matching the rhythm of her hand; her free hand cupped the sack under his shaft, pressing her hand a little, her fingers teasing behind it, and he could not keep the groan to himself. His face felt hot as it rested on the crook of her neck, his pants and moans muffled by the skin he licked, and then he felt it, the tightness of something coming and taking over him...
Lilith's fingers dug into his shoulder when she felt him grow out of control with his thrusts, close to the edge she knew felt so fucking amazing. She stroked him harder, wanting to do it right and let him get the most out of it. Then suddenly he grew tense and still above her, his hips thrusting forward one last time. She felt the sticky, wet seed cover her hand, and she shuddered, knowing she had been the one to do that. Asmodeus trembled like a child, and his warm breath came out in gasps and pants against her neck.
"Asmodeus..." She whispered his name, feeling something tender in her chest, something for him, and when he raised his head from the crook of her neck his red eyes were glazed over, vacant for a moment.
Lilith couldn't hide the smile in time, and when he came back from wherever he had gone he stared at her with a strange emotion in his eyes, something near to shock. He stole the smile from her lips with a kiss so tender it moved her down to her heart, both of his hands around her face. She almost whimpered by it, it was just too sweet and tender after such passionate minutes, his body rested on hers, and she could feel both of them sweating, panting. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, bringing him closer, and after they broke their kiss they just held each other. One of his hands ran down her side to rest on her hip for a few seconds before lifting her leg, drawing it apart, and she had no time to even understand that he was thrusting inside of her. But gone was the wilderness of discovery, it had been left behind and in its stead there was care, tenderness and love.
Asmodeus crimson eyes swirled with deep purple, "This is what I wanted." The rich sound of his voice and his words almost made her collapse in ecstasy, even more than the strokes of him inside her tight walls. Her head thrown back, his tongue slowly trailing up her neck, that was when Asmodeus finally remembered that in that book said that when women wore black underwear was because they wanted sex. But they weren't having sex, they were making love.
And even as they lay wrapped in each other's arms the following morning neither heard the alarm clock go off. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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