by K. L. Thorne
No, too virginal – even for me.
Next, a pair made from a deep crimson-coloured silk.
…Maybe a little too far the other way.
Sivelle growled with frustration. It was no good – she just wasn’t cut out for this seduction business. Lori would have known just what to do…
It was at that moment she remembered the lingerie set Lori had gifted to her for her eighteenth birthday. Sivelle had never worn it and had scoffed at the idea of ever needing such flamboyant undergarments, but her younger sister had smiled knowingly and said:
“You’ll thank me one day.”
Sivelle dug through the lace and silk to the very back of the drawer, relieved when her hands met with the smooth outer casing of the gift box. She pulled it free and held her breath as the lid slid away.
Inside, just as delicate and beautiful as she remembered, was a pale, pearlescent silk thong, partnered with a matching garter belt and a brassier that plunged so low, it was almost a wonder what purpose it served.
With a dry mouth, the princess hastily shed herself of her plain, velvet day dress and stepped out of her undergarments, leaving the clothing in a haphazard pile at her feet.
She slipped the knickers on first, marvelling at how smooth the fine silk was against her skin. Next, she shuffled into the brassier, taking a moment to plump her breasts into position before turning to the more complicated garter belt.
“Is everything alright, Sivelle?” Haros called from the main room.
“Yes, no problem. I won’t be a moment,” she replied, trying to sound flippant.
Once the delicately patterned lace garter belt was in position at her waist, Sivelle began hunting through her drawers for the pair of translucent, silver thigh-high stockings she knew were in there somewhere. They would do just the trick.
From the other room, she heard the demon clearing their plates. Her heart hammered in her chest and, fighting with her trembling fingers, she clasped the stockings into place.
She gazed at her reflection in a full-length glass mirror. If it weren’t for the terror-stricken expression on her face, Sivelle wouldn’t have recognised herself.
She snatched a thin, floor-length silk dressing gown from a hook on the back of the door, hastily slipped into it and sauntered back into her bedroom.
Haros was busying himself with loading up the service chute and didn’t see her as she silently padded back to the chair beside the fire. Sivelle shuffled around, trying to find the least awkward position.
Haros’s heavy footsteps approached and the princess quickly opted to curl into the corner at the far end of the chair. She stared into the fire with her heart in her mouth, afraid to make eye contact with the demon. He would undoubtedly see the nervousness all over her face.
Haros sat back down across from her. Though she fought to ignore him, she could feel his dark eyes watching her curiously. Sivelle casually began unravelling the elaborate braids that held her hair back from her face. As the bulk of her hair spilled free, she heard Haros sigh.
“You should wear your hair down more often.”
Sivelle tousled her blonde curls with a smile and shook them loose, still refusing to meet his eye. Nyre climbed up the edge of the chair, her hunger clearly sated for now, and clambered across to curl up beside Sivelle. Her sharp talons pricked through the thin silk, causing the gown to slide apart and reveal the princess’s thigh.
Sivelle held her breath and allowed the garter strap to remain visible. She stroked the dragonette’s smooth scales, feigning ignorance and fighting the knowing smile that quirked at the corners of her mouth.
There was no going back now.
From her peripheral vision, Sivelle saw Haros’s body freeze as he spotted her choice of undergarments. He rubbed a palm over his mouth and sat forwards a little. She had wanted the demon’s attention and now she feared she had it, wholly and uncompromisingly.
She smoothed the dragonette in her lap for a few long, tension-shot moments before she could deny herself no longer. She flicked her gaze across to the demon, who was looking right back at her.
Without a word, Haros got to his feet and closed the gap between them. As he reached her, he dropped onto his knees to bring himself down to her level.
Sivelle eagerly reached forwards for him, sitting up and jostling the dragonette. Nyre grumbled, clearly dissatisfied to have had her comfortable spot ruined, and climbed to the back of the settee.
The princess swung her legs over the edge of the chair and Haros knelt between them. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
Sivelle craned her neck back and allowed the demon to kiss her passionately. She opened her mouth obediently to him as he daubed his tongue against her lower lip.
As their mouths melded, Sivelle released a shaky breath and Haros pressed in further. Gradually his kiss became harder and more insistent, until Sivelle had to fight against him to remain upright.
It was only when his hands stroked down from her face to rest on her shoulders that she realised he meant to push her back into the cushions of the chair.
Mouth to mouth, Sivelle complied, slowly sinking backwards until the back of her head met with the soft upholstered seat.
The demon trailed his hands over her body, breaking the kiss only as his fingers pulled the robe’s cord loose from around her waist. The material fell open, exposing just how little she wore beneath.
Haros sat back a little to survey what he had unveiled for himself and his dark eyes flickered over her appreciatively.
“So that’s what was taking you so long in there,” he growled and reached forwards to ghost the back of his fingertips over one of her breasts and down the flat of her stomach. Sivelle shivered, surprised by how quickly her body had reacted to such a simple, fleeting touch.
“Is it to your liking?” she whispered.
“You have no fucking idea.”
Haros dipped his head forward to pepper soft kisses down her abdomen.
She gasped and jolted with surprise when his fingertips slid beneath the silk crotch of her underwear and tugged them to the side, exposing her.
“These are too pretty to take off,” he said, his brows knitting in a grimace of pleasure.
The demon smoothed his hands down the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart before delving forwards with his mouth.
Sivelle jerked as his hot, wet tongue met with her sensitive flesh, but Haros held her firmly in place. He licked her, skilfully honing in on the delicate, swollen bud at her apex.
The princess’s thighs trembled and her eyes fluttered closed. She was torn – equal parts loving and hating the intense, almost painful pleasure that erupted from his touch.
Haros swapped masterfully between circling, flicking and sucking, slowly melting Sivelle from the inside out, and yet she couldn’t relax. Her mind was plagued with guilt and an insistent voice in her head chastised her for taking the easy way out. Yet again, the demon was taking the initiative and making this all about her.
Sivelle was many things, but a quitter was not one of them. She wanted to finish what she had started the previous night.
She selfishly allowed Haros to continue the hot, passionate kiss between her thighs for a few moments longer before stroking her hand through his hair in a silent request for his attention.
Her stomach fizzed as his dark gaze locked on hers. He didn’t take his mouth off her, but looked up questioningly.
“Take me to bed,” she breathed. Her toes curled and lashes fluttered involuntarily as the demon’s tongue met with a particularly sensitive spot.
Haros obediently backed off. He licked his lips and eyed her exposed core hungrily before getting to his feet. He leant forward to worm a hand beneath Sivelle’s bottom. She squealed as the demon lifted her effortlessly into his arms and made his way to the bed.
Haros lay Sivelle down gently, pressing a kiss to the top of each breast before pulling away to stand upright before her. She watched with bated breath as the
demon began unbuttoning his shirt.
She needed to act quickly, before he distracted her again. Sivelle sat forwards and shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed. She tugged his shirt free from the waistband of his trousers and pushed the material up to expose his navel. Sivelle began to press soft kisses all over Haros’s abdomen and hips.
The demon’s hands stilled as he watched her, halfway through ridding himself of his shirt. Putting her nerves to the back of her mind, she looked up at him and met his eye, simultaneously nipping at the sensitive hollow by his left hip bone.
Haros groaned – a noise she felt reverberate through her body, right to her centre. Sivelle tugged open the buttons at Haros’s fly with trembling fingers and pulled his leather breeches down, taking his undergarments with them, to mid-thigh. As his erection sprang free, she grasped his shaft in her hand and glanced up from beneath her lashes hesitantly.
“Just like last time,” he grated, gently running his hands through her hair, gathering it together away from her face. “You want me to close my eyes? I won’t look, I promise.”
Sivelle smiled softly at the gesture but shook her head. Steeling herself, she leant forwards and licked the glistening head.
She felt Haros’s hand grip her hair and his strong thighs visibly shook for a second. He released a staggered breath, and in a moment of sudden clarity, Sivelle realised just how much she had enjoyed doing this for Haros the last time.
She delicately trailed her lips over his member, alternating between soft kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue.
Haros shrugged his shirt off and Sivelle greedily ran a palm over his stunning physique. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and the demon moaned.
“You tease.”
Sivelle glanced up and marvelled at how sexy he looked, flushed with a fine sheen of sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth together, a muscle popping prominently at his square jawline.
Spurred on, Sivelle gently took him into her mouth. She felt a smile curling her lips as the demon shuddered and groaned. She suckled his cock, trying to remember the pointers he had given her last time. She carefully shielded her teeth behind her lips and her cheeks hollowed a little as she sucked him harder. His shaft jerked against her tongue, which she took to be a good sign.
“Oh, fuck, Sivelle…” Haros sighed and his head fell back, exposing his strong throat and Adam’s apple. He was so overtly masculine, it was almost unbearable. Sivelle curled her fingers and dug her nails into his hips.
Sivelle’s eyes fluttered shut and she bobbed back and forth eagerly. Just as she feared she was starting to enjoy herself a little too much, Haros’s big hands fell to her shoulders and pushed her away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at him curiously.
He grinned, flashing those sexy incisors. “Nothing. Everything is very, very right. Move back onto the bed.”
Sivelle obeyed him without complaint and watched him shed the rest of his clothes before he climbed onto the bed with her. He leant in and kissed her, passionately swiping his tongue into her mouth.
“Remember what we did before?” he asked, rolling away to lie on his back. “I’m going to show you something fucking amazing. Get that ass over here.”
Sivelle’s heart thundered as she lifted her thigh over Haros’s body and backed herself into his mouth. The demon sat forwards, grabbing the crotch of her panties between his teeth and wrapping his strong arms around her waist.
He sucked her flesh into his mouth and a needy whimper escaped her. She spread her shaking thighs invitingly. Haros groaned against her and the deep vibrations sent sparks of arousal shooting up her spine.
“Lean forwards a bit and you’ll be able to get me back in your mouth too,” Haros instructed.
Sivelle submitted, sucking him between her lips once more. The demon sighed appreciatively and slid his tongue over her.
It didn’t take long until Sivelle was utterly lost to the sensations bombarding her from every direction. She wantonly pushed herself back against Haros’s kiss in a bid for more.
He swiped his tongue against her faster, insistently circling her apex. Sivelle stilled and pulled her mouth free from him as she felt the pad of a finger stroke her wet entrance.
Despite the flurry of nervous energy that assaulted her, Sivelle’s channel pulsed eagerly against his touch. It sent hot waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Is this alright?” he asked breathlessly.
“Will it hurt?” she mumbled, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.
“No, but if it does just tell me and I’ll stop.”
Sivelle nodded, steeling herself for the foreign intrusion. As Haros pressed his digit forward slowly and cautiously, she held her breath.
A loud moan ripped from her chest as pleasure exploded inside her. Haros grunted in response and pressed on with confidence. Soon his finger was completely seated inside her. It felt alien, but in the best way. She felt her body grip him tightly, rocketing her arousal forwards.
She sighed as Haros began to lick at her again, thrusting his finger back and forth. Sivelle closed her eyes and gasped for breath as her body began to tense up, building towards orgasm.
The hot crack of a palm against her exposed bottom jolted her back into reality.
“No one likes a selfish lover, Sivelle,” Haros grumbled between her thighs. Though he didn’t halt his attentions, he lifted his hips slightly in a subtle but undeniable request.
“Sorry,” Sivelle mumbled and took him back into her mouth.
“I’m afraid I’m feeling far less charitable than I was last time. You’re not coming until I do, sweetheart, so you’d better get to work.”
Sivelle whined around his cock and diligently began sucking him harder and faster. She desperately wanted her end, more than she had wanted anything before.
It didn’t take long until Haros was puffing short breaths against her, his chest heaving. Still she pushed on, revelling as her mouth filled with the tangy, salty taste of his arousal.
“Can I come in your mouth?” Haros groaned, pulling away from her to nip the inside of her thigh. “No pressure, but you’re going to have to make a choice one way or the other pretty sharpish.”
It was such a titillating thought that Sivelle’s reservations were quickly forgotten. She nodded and hummed her approval. Though her jaw had long since begun to ache and cramp, she was eager to finally see this through to what she knew would be an explosive conclusion.
“Sivelle, fuck, that’s it…” Haros’s body tensed beneath her and he gasped, sucking in a breath. “Keep going, sweetheart. I’m gonna come.”
Sivelle was momentarily surprised as her mouth was suddenly flooded. It was an unusual sensation, like having a mouthful of hot, salty seawater, but it wasn’t overly unpleasant. The delicious moan she pulled from the demon beneath her would have made it more than worth it, even if it had been. She swallowed the mouthful obediently and pulled away.
She held Haros’s shaft in her hand, marvelling as it continued to twitch and jerk even as his orgasm began to wane.
Without a word, the demon buried his mouth between her thighs. Sivelle gasped as he licked her determinedly, focussing in on her most sensitive areas with eye-rolling precision.
“I’m going to put two in now, okay?” he panted and Sivelle nodded, spreading her legs further still.
The intrusion of two fingers was far greater than one, but her desperation to reach climax glossed over any fleeting discomfort. Her core clenched around the demon as he thrust them shallowly in and out of her body.
With a shudder that ran the length of her body, even to the tip of her wings, Sivelle stiffened as she slipped over the edge into orgasm. She moaned and Haros hummed as her internal muscles spasmed, milking every last drop of pleasure from his fingers.
Her body trembled as the last waves of pleasure left her, and Sivelle rolled away, collapsing into a sweaty mess beside the de
mon.
Neither of them spoke. The room was silent except for the crackling fire, Nyre’s gentle snores and their harsh breaths.
Sivelle pressed her lips together as she willed her heart rate to slow and glanced shyly across at the demon lying next to her. He was gazing at the ceiling, panting for breath.
“Good job, sweetheart,” he eventually said, his voice hoarse and deep. He cleared his throat. “I’m impressed.”
Sivelle felt pride bloom in her chest and she fought a smug grin. “You were pretty impressive yourself.”
The demon turned to look at her and shot her a wide, handsome smile that made her belly quiver.
Eventually Haros sat forwards with a grunt of effort before rolling his body away. Sivelle sat up curiously as she saw him reach for his clothes.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Well, I was just thinking you must be tired. I was going to settle down on the chair and—”
“I think you’ve more than earnt a night in the bed with me, Haros,” Sivelle retorted haughtily. She would never have admitted it, but the thought of the demon leaving her side to sleep on the settee after such a monumental event made her feel hollow inside.
Haros stared at her blankly for a moment and Sivelle held her breath, waiting for a response.
She almost sighed with relief when he dropped his clothes back to the floor and pushed back the bed covers, sporting a cheeky grin.
“I’m honoured. Thanks, Princess.”
“Just… don’t get too used to it.”
The demon laughed and shuffled himself into a comfortable position, plumping the pillow beneath his head.
Sivelle was struck with the realisation that this was the first time in her entire life she was going to sleep with a man in her bed. She had gotten so used to sleeping alone, she was curious about what it would feel like to have another’s hot skin against her.
“Want a hand taking that lot off?” Haros asked. He looked the picture of sex appeal, stretched out with his hands behind his head and the soft sheets draped over his hips, barely covering his modesty. He had that glorious torso on full display and Sivelle had to fight with herself to keep her eyes off him.