He stayed quiet throughout her search of the rest of the house. She pulled out various instruments to pick up different readings and such but he never said a word. He would follow her through the house but never enter the rooms with her, just staring at her from the doorways. Her curiosity grew and grew as they walked the two-story home, wondering just what is it he’s thinking, distracting her from her work. She tried to concentrate on what she could find or lack there of but her mind wouldn’t focus, always wondering about the towering sexual demon behind her. Finally giving up she sighed and threw her things back in the pack useless. Even if she could focus on her work there was nothing here to give her any hint of who was doing this or what.
“Done?”
Shivers jolted down her spine as he spook directly behind her. The sound of his voice so close to her made her limbs quiver. The breathe from his mouth brushing against her ear as he spoke spread a tingling warmth through her body that made her pant. Biting down her cheek hard she refused to turn around so he wouldn’t see the flushed look on her face, scolding herself for reacting to him so…readily.
“Yes, I-“
Her voice was cut off as he spun her around, crushing his mouth to hers before she could protest. Her weak feeble attempt to break free was quickly gone as he pulled her body against his. She sighed a heavenly breathe, wrapping her arms around his neck as she took control of the kiss, kissing him back hard and passionate. The sudden change made Shiraga stiffen for a moment, shocked that a mere human would attempt to take control of him. But he found himself growling with anticipation as he brought them back to his lair, pushing her hard on the bed as he fought for control again.
Fye gasped as the satin silks of his bedspreads brushed against her skin, feeling him wrestling her for control. Shocking herself she smiled, feeling herself rising up to the challenge, reveling in the fight. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pushed and surprised them both by pushing him on his back, pinning his hands to the bed. Straddling him, she panted as she tried to catch her breathe from the kiss, grinning down at a shocked Shiraga beneath her.
He stared up at her stunned. Never before had this happened. His plan was seduce her back into his bed so he may pry more information from her but this sudden turn of events made him stare at her in wonder. Here was a mortal woman, demon hunter she may be but mortal nonetheless, actually wrestling, fighting him for control. He stared at the mischievous look in her eyes as she thought she won and felt his lips pull back in a savage grin, involuntarily showing his fangs. The gem on his forehead appeared, gleaming bright as he met her challenge. Her face changed and for a fleeting moment he found himself wondering if perhaps he pushed too far.
Fye watched amazed as his mask slightly came off, showing his fangs and gleaming gem. A rational part of her brain said she should be worried, scared even, as she was staring at the face of a demon. Instead she felt the rush of being on top of a powerful being, pining his arms down on the bed. A similar grin spread across her face and Shiraga felt the excitement rising in her. His own flared up as he broke her hold, yanking her down on him and rolling on top of her, punishing her lips with a hard kiss as he shredded her clothes with his nails.
The power, the raw sexuality man or demon or in this case both made her breathless. He consumed her, body and all as they struggled and fought for the upper hand. She met him demand for demand, stroke for stroke, power for power. This was different than before. Before was a raw frantic rush but now, now was just a race to see who can consume whom first. They loved it. Shiraga was lost in the fight. At one point he even forgot it was a mortal he laid with as his nail slightly dug into her skin. But she never cried out in pain. In fact she roared with ecstasy as the fight consumed her.
Their battle struggled back and forth, neither giving an inch to the other, wrenching their pleasure from their grasps. In their tumble their clothing was long lost as well as her pack but the bed suffered the most, sheets flying, pillows thrown, the mattress ripped in their frantic needs. Fighting tooth and nail their moans and groans filled the room, drowning it in their soundtrack of a bruised deathless heaven. Their breaths were hot on each other’s skin, tongues licking everywhere, her nails racking his back drawing lines, his nails digging into hers drawing shallow marks in their wakes. A frantic race. Hot, sweaty, tongue lashing, finger licking good race. Harder and harder they pushed each other, reaching the finish line together. As their climax spent they collapsed on top of each other, limbs tingled around each other.
He laid off to her side with his arms under her holding her, her sore hand tingling as she played with his hair, now long again, with her right hand resting easily on his shoulder. Under her hand she could feel his muscles quivering and his heartbeat racing much like hers were. They laid in silence as they fought to catch their breaths. She stared at the ceiling wondering what the hell had gotten into her. She actually enjoyed this, this raw frantic battle in his bed. Hell, she all but started it. All over her body were small red marks from his nails and slight bruises from his hands. She could feel her body reacting to them. She should feel ashamed, pain even. Instead she never felt so alive. Each mark sparked a small ting of pain from any movement. Each just reminded her where his hands were and what they did. Was she really this woman who enjoyed it rough? With a demon?
His face was buried in her hair; she could feel his slow breathing against her neck, tingling it like it had back at the house when all this started. Five minutes passed than ten, still nothing from him. Her mind was frantic with what could be going through his mind. He never said a word so maybe this was a mistake? But he didn’t seem to mind her fingers playing with his ruby red hair so that could be a good sign, right? Before long she realized his muscles felt relaxed under her hand and turned her head to see his face. What she saw froze her.
There he was, her demon, sound asleep with his arms possessively wrapped around her. His face had a look of peace she didn’t even know demons could have and his mouth was curved slightly in a smug grin of a man who knew he just rocked his woman’s world. That’s just like him even in sleep he’s so smug, she thought giving a small chuckle, feeling her lips curving in turn. Suddenly she froze, feeling ice drenching her veins. ‘Her demon’? ‘His woman’?
Her breathing frantic she placed a hand on her head, Holy crap. What was going on? What’s happening to her? She felt like a high school girl who just got a date with her crush. She couldn’t breathe as her anxiety rose. Pushing him off her she sat up, grabbing her chest trying to breathe slow and steady. It wasn’t working as her mind raced, her eyes looking franticly back and forth in the room. She was surrounded by his things, some human looking, others…not so much. Everything reminded her he was a full fledge demon…and she fell for him.
Oh God! Her chest tighten, panic setting in. Shiraga stirred as he felt her emotions panic but she jumped out of bed, about to race out the door, butt naked if she had to, to get away. Just as her hands touched the door handle she felt her soul being pulled out of her body. Oh God this was it. He was sucking her soul. He was killing her right here and now. Her body collapsed on the floor just before his door as if asleep as she was pulled completely out and into the spirit realm. She crawled into a ball, waiting to be devoured when a voice spoke behind her.
The voice laughed then said, “Looks like you had fun.”
Fye gasped and looked behind to see the oracle, Kim. She may have the body of a twelve year old girl with long black hair but she was really a 2,000 year old woman, give or take a few centuries. Relieve flooded her as she relaxed sitting on the ground, “Holy crap Kim. A little heads up next time please!”
Laughing the little petite oracle sat down next to Fye. She brushed shoulders with the hunter, smiling knowingly at her, “You’re just glad I wasn’t your demon sucking your soul.”
Fye stiffened up next to her. She stared at her horrified, “He’s not my demon.” She shook her head more fervidity, “He can’t be.”
The small girl placed a tiny hand on Fye’s looking intently into Fye’s eyes, “Fye, you can’t continue to be afraid.”
Fye shook her head with defiance, “I can’t, I have to! Kim! What they’ll do to him…I can’t let that happen.”
She whispered the last part as she pleaded with the oracle. Kim smiled, placing a tiny cold hand on Fye’s hot cheek, “Don’t worry child. I’ve told no one.” Fye gave a small sigh of relief but then Kim spoke again, “But, they will soon know. The prophecy happened Fye. This changes everything.”
Fye looked at the face of a 12 year-old girl but into the eyes of a 2,000 year-old woman and saw dread. Dread for what Fye knew would happen to Shiraga. She whispered franticly to the oracle, “But…it could be wrong. I…I don’t really love him-”
Kim cut her off, “After tonight, do you have the courage to lie?”
She swallowed hard, searching the girl’s face. “How…How could you send me there if you knew this would happen?”
Kim patted her hands and smiled, “Because you need him and he needs you.”
Shiraga woke up with a freight. Dazed he looked around wondering what it was that could scare him like so. Suddenly he realized his hands were searching the worn bed next him, finding it cold. He felt his body chilled as he realized Fye wasn’t here, something was wrong with her. He glanced up and saw her crumbled body just before his door. Before he could think he raced to her, gathering her in his arms. He froze holding her, knowing her soul was gone. For a moment he just stared at her shell of a body, his breathing shallow as he panted, his fingers digging into her. Suddenly he let out a roar that shook the whole town, tossing it like an earthquake as he bellowed out his anguish.
“Oh my God shush, shush, I’m here, I’m here!”
He stopped, staring at her in disbelief. She had her hands to her ears, cringing from his loud voice. There she was, her soul back into her body. When her ears stopped ringing she slowly opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his face unreadable. Thinking he was angry she tried to apologize.
“Look I’m sorry I-“
He crushed her to him, holding her so tightly she feared her bones would break. From the corners of her eyes she stared at the back of his head. What…was this? He held her so tightly and yet there was a certain…gentleness in his touch. He never said anything. He just stayed as he was, squatting on the floor holding Fye in his lap, breathing her scent deep into his lungs. Neither knew how long they stayed like that, both knowing it was so unlike him to do this, but neither wanted to break the spell, neither moved. They just stayed like that feeling the sunlight fade from the room as night came. Two thoughts raced through Fye’s mind, a wish for this moment to never end and a cry.
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…
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