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Ezra and Maeve huff as they slouch down on the newly moved-in couch, a sheen of sweat and melted snow resting on their foreheads and glistening in the light. Their tails swung lazily between their legs, occasionally bumping into each other. Maeve had agreed to help her boyfriend move into his new apartment about four months ago without considering that today falls smackdab in the middle of winter. Despite them being blue demons with genetic dispositions towards the cold, the heavy snow and roaring winds still did a number on them today.
“Thanks again, Maeve. I really can’t thank you enough.” Ezra pants out. Maeve looks at him fondly; his head is turned towards hers, eyes closed, and his face is squished from the couch. He looks so silly like that, and she can’t help but smile to herself.
They’ve been dating for about four months now, but they've known each other for far longer. While they were friends from childhood, they eventually grew apart as the years went on. They have a mutual friend of theirs to thank for their fated reunion, and Maeve sure does thank her. Maeve thinks back to when they first met again, about three years ago. Things didn’t seem to change day by day, but looking back now and seeing who they’ve become together fills her with a warm, fuzzy feeling. She leans into the living furnace sitting next to her, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.
“Woah there, lady! You’re touchin’ the neck.” Ezra yells out, not even bothering to open his eyes. He always had a thing for things touching his neck. On rainy days, when sharing secrets while staying dry inside, he would admit this to Maeve, always earning a whole-hearted laugh.
“But you’re so warm. And you smell like the outdoors.” Maeve mumbles into his neck, sniffing him over and over. Ezra yells, nearly jumping out of his seat. Maeve leans back to laugh, nearly crying at his reaction. “Ezra, please!” She squeals.
“Shut up! You know not to mess with the neck, Mae!” Ezra plops back down, his tone immediately settling as he rests deeper into the comfy couch.
Maeve accepts the challenge. She leans in close to his neck and plants a kiss right on his jawline before trailing down to his collarbone. “What about this? Are kisses so bad?”
Ezra sighs, scrunching his nose at the sensation. “Maeve, please.” He says breathily. Maeve never ceases the assault, gently nipping at the skin of Ezra’s nape. Maeve can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he melts into her touch, complying more and more with each kiss and nip to his neck. He lets out a whine.
Maeve takes this as permission to deepen their contact. She briefly stops kissing his neck to climb over on top of him, caging him in with her arms. She leans down and starts sucking a hickey into the other side of his neck. All the while, Ezra is whimpering at the sensations in his most sensitive area. Maeve only drinks in his moans, using them as encouragement to first mark up his skin.
“Ah, Mae, I can’t…” Ezra pants out. He looks into her eyes, her normally pure white irises glowing a vibrant shade of icy blue.
“Can’t what? Cos you’re not pushing me off.” She taunts lovingly, a sly smile spreading across her face, dimples deep in her cheeks. She looks down at Ezra’s face, which is flushed blue from the attention he’s receiving. His eyes are wide and nearly glassy, the look on his face one of pure astonishment. His mouth opens and closes a few times, looking for something to retort with, only to come up with nothing in the end. Maeve’s smile only widens further.
She leans down slowly and intently, catching their lips in a fervent kiss. Ezra immediately matches her energy, tracing his tongue along the seam of her mouth. The kiss is much more desperate than the usual bliss of their other ones. She lets out a sigh, allowing him to deepen their connection. Maeve wraps her arms around him, resting her arms on his shoulders. Their tongues swirl around each other, searching for ways to dominate the other. When Maeve captures his tongue, sucking it nearly out of his mouth, he lets out a pitiful whimper, his brows furrowing.
Maeve disconnects them, earning a moan of protest from Ezra. She instead opts to snake her hands up his shirt, tracing the scars under his chest with her cold fingers. He flinches at her icy touch before he allows her to explore the warm expanse of his abdomen. His shirt hikes up, revealing his flushed chest and nipples. Ezra turns his head to hide his face, still a little shy even after all this time knowing each other.
“Ah Ah.” Maeve tuts. She grabs him by the face, his cheeks smooshing in her hand. “No hiding, Ezra.”
“O-okay.” Ezra says. When Maeve starts to lift his shirt higher, he raises his arms in order for her to easily discard it somewhere behind them on the floor. His arms return back down, now resting on Maeve’s plump hips. She quickly gets rid of her shirt, now only in her bra and jeans.
Soon thereafter, they return to kissing. Ezra traces his hands up her abdomen and around to her back, reaching to undo the clasps of her bra. After a few seconds of struggle, he manages to unhook both of the clasps holding the garment together. She shrugs it off, revealing her plump, soft breasts, her nipples a deep, flushed blue. His eyes, already glowing, shining a shade of blue brighter than ever before.
Ezra immediately leans forward, capturing the soft skin of her nipple in his mouth. Maeve throws her head back in pleasure, a long and sweet moan escaping from her open mouth. She grinds her hips against Ezra’s, searching for something to relieve the pressure in her jeans. They had only gotten this intense in the past month or so as their relationship matured. Maeve savored every second that she got to spend with Ezra like this. Her hands move up to cup the back of his head as she threads her fingers through his dusky curls.
Ezra swirls his tongue languidly around her nipple, pecking it in between. She feels it slowly start to harden in his mouth before he switches to do the same to the other. Maeve let herself slip deeper into the pleasure of the moment, gripping her hands in his hair.
“Oh, Ezra, please…” She sighs. While one nipple is in his mouth, he massages her other breast softly, swirling his thumb around the hardened peaks of her breasts. With every whimper and moan from Maeve, she feels Ezra smile against her, and with every gentle touch to her body, she ascends further into bliss.
Eventually, just before the attention to her breasts became too much, Ezra trailed his lips down the center of her abdomen, sucking hickeys into her chest. With fingers entangled in his hair, she cradles his head as he showers her stomach with kisses. All the while, they’re lost in the vibrant, swirling blue of each other’s irises.
“Love you, Mae,” Ezra says in between pecks to her stomach. He massages her hips with his hands, gently and assuredly. They move their hips in such a rhythm that one might think they’re performing an intricate routine. “It would feel better if you were more naked, though.” Ezra pipes up.
Maeve giggles at this. “What, we can't have a little fun beforehand?”
“Well, I’ve been making out with your boobs for, like, ten minutes now.” Ezra replies.
“I don’t know, then… Maybe you could take them off for me?” Maeve smiles, bright and warm, looking him deep in his eyes.
Ezra smiles back, sliding his hands from her hips to the button of her dark wash jeans. He catches her lips in another desperate kiss, slipping the button through its hole and dragging the zipper down its track, revealing her cute pink underwear through the open fly of her pants. Underneath, her cock was half-hard, straining against the cotton of the undergarment. Ezra kisses her deeply, and Maeve moans at the release of pressure. The flushed, hot skin of their stomachs rubs against each other as they pant into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck…” Maeve moans out as she grinds her bulge into Ezra’s lap. He grips her tighter as he sighs from the fleeting feeling of release. After what feels like days of constant, hot flowing pleasure, Maeve finally decides she’s ready. She looks down at Ezra, his bright blue eyes completely infatuated with her, and she smiles.
“Ezra, get undressed.” Maeve asserts as she shakily rises from his lap. He sits there, dazed for a moment before fully processing her words. They both frantically remove their trousers, their undergarments. When they’re fully exposed, with nothing more than the skin on their backs, they turn to face each other. They drink in the sight of one another, their love radiating in the hot air of the living room.
They step closer and closer to each other, feeling the blazing chill of each other’s blue-tinted skin. Maeve takes one of Ezra’s hands, using her other to cup his face. Her hand traces over the slight curve of his waist, soaking in the contact she was sharing with him. Her eyes never leave him as they embrace.
Maeve suddenly feels a hand trail down her waist, around her front, and grip the base of her cock. She gasps through their kiss, feeling his hand gently stroke her. They’ve been teasing each other for the better part of an hour now, and it feels like she just might explode if something doesn’t happen soon.
“Does that feel good?” Ezra purrs in her ear as he circles the tip of her dick with his thumb, swirling around the precum that’s accumulating at the tip. Her knees buckle as she wails in pleasure, her head falling to the crook of his neck.
“Please! I can’t take it anymore!” Maeve whines. She cannot take any more of this. She backs up a few inches, shocking Ezra and causing him to stand as straight as a stick before her. She grips both his arms squarely, staring him in the eyes. “Meet me on the couch. Now.”
She gets into her position, draping her body hastily onto the newly moved-in piece of furniture. Ezra stands at her feet, seemingly waiting for another order.
“Get on top.” She grins. As he begins to mount her from where she rests, she stops him. “The other way.” The look on her face was one of pure enjoyment, watching the confusion on Ezra’s face melt into realization. He returned her smirk, reaching up to give her a quick kiss before straddling her, facing her feet.
Ezra slowly leans down, pointing his ass out and revealing his flushed, wet pussy to Maeve. He inches back until his face is parallel to her cock, his cunt now at a suitable distance to be pleasured by her. She grabs the tops of his thighs, spreading them to fully reveal his pussy, before licking from his dick, over his slit, and all the way up to his taint.
“Oh, fuck!” His head falls to her thigh, a longing moan being ripped out of his lungs.
She doesn’t let up, instead focusing her tongue on his hard cock, putting the whole of it in her mouth, swirling the tip with her tongue and lightly sucking on the length of it. Ezra struggles to lift his head up at first, the pleasure too intense to focus on anything else. After another try, he manages to get Maeve’s cock within distance of his mouth.
He leans down and languidly swirls his tongue around the blue-tinted tip, trying to focus on her pleasure instead of the swirling heat between his legs. He opens his mouth as he sinks her whole tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue round and around it. He starts to bob his head as he takes in more of her girth into his mouth. He opens his throat as he reaches the base in order to accommodate for her considerable length. He hears a high moan behind him, vibrations from her sweet voice traveling straight to his pussy.
He tries his best not to tear up at the sudden intrusion in his throat. He let out a long, languid moan as he rose off her cock, causing it to jump in his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a finger enter his hole, pumping in and out. His head bobbed sloppily up and down her cock, his mouth and throat wide open and accepting.
When she adds another finger, Ezra swears he sees stars. Her fingers crest and collapse like waves crashing against a cliff. The brute of her small, powerful thrusts hits right on his G-spot, earning her a loud, screaming moan from him. She moaned back at the increased sensation to her cock, feeling it hit the back of his throat and vibrate with his moans.
Her fingers curl against that spot inside him in quick succession, making his thighs shake. Still, he kept a somewhat steady pace, bobbing up and down on her long, hard cock. Ezra feels his juices start to drip onto her abdomen.
Suddenly he feels pressure begin to build in his lower stomach, the crest of his orgasm approaching steadily. He lifts off her cock, choking out, “C-close.” His head hangs between his shoulders, resting on her hip as he grinds his throbbing dick onto her tongue. Instead of slowing down like Ezra was hoping for, she adds another finger to his tight hole, stretching it wide. She sloppily thrusts, hitting his G-spot dead on every time. His orgasm crashes into him, causing his eyes to roll back as his whole body shakes.
“Ah! Fuck, Maeve.” He cries out. The aftershocks of his intense orgasm are hitting him when she pulls out, a string of slick snapping on their way out. His little cock throbs sequentially with his heartbeat as he basks in the afterglow of his pleasure. He leans back, gets up, turns around, and lays his entire body on top of Maeve’s.
“Mm… Good.” He mumbles into the crook of her neck. She pets his head and laughs briefly.
“Think you can give me another one?” He was reminded that she had never gotten off. His eyes shoot open, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Oh, yeah I can.” He leans back up, straddling her like before. “How do you want me?” He traces gentle fingers up and down her stomach, massaging circles with his thumbs. Her hands reach up and rest atop his.
“Lay down.” She says as she leans up and kisses him. She rises, standing and watching Ezra move, plopping down into the new couch, his tail sprouting up from under him, resting along the head of the couch. She comes up between his legs, stroking her spit-slick cock, hungrily eyeing him underneath her.
“You okay?” She smiled.
“Of course. Now, please put it in me.” He jokes, smiling back at her. His tail swishes around, slithering up to curl around hers like a corkscrew. He swears he sees her blush at the action. She finally leans forward, stroking the head of her cock through the flushed wet folds of his cunt. When she comes up, their tips rub together, causing them to moan in unison. Maeve bites her lip as she lines up with his hole, looking up to stare in his bright blue eyes. She pushes his knees up and thrusts deep, bottoming out instantly.
“Ah!” He screams out, throwing his head back.
She soon falls into a hard, punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out of his aching pussy. Sounds of thighs slapping together reverberated throughout the empty apartment, ornamented by the sounds of Ezra’s squelching cunt. He felt her cock head nearly punch into his cervix with every pound and thrust of her unrelenting pace. He felt his next orgasm on the horizon, his pussy aching with overstimulation and yet feeling so good pleasured at the same time. All he can do is look her in her eyes as he was forced to take her pounding.
“So good, Mae. Oh, fuck me…” He rambles on, tossing his head back and letting himself slip fully into his role, as something to be used.
He drank in her beautiful silky moans and huffs as she drilled her cock into his pussy over and over again. With every punishing thrust she hit directly on the spot inside him. Even on the cramped couch, he felt closer to her than he ever had before. It was as if he was drunk or high, feeling on another plane. It was as if they were the only ones in the entire Underworld. She grips his thighs tightly as she starts to falter.
“So good, Ezra. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” She purrs.
“Yes, yes! I-I’m a good boy!” He cries, his eyes screwed shut.
“Look at me baby, look at me while I fuck you.”
He leans his head up and opens his eyes, being met with her dark tan skin, the sweat on her brow, the endless cerulean of her eyes. He belongs to her, wholly and completely. He had never felt so loved before, never been fucked so good before. Even as his second orgasm overtook him, he never ripped his eyes away from hers.
He mewled as he came, his eyelids becoming heavy as his whole body was bathed in pure light. She lever let up, leading him directly into his climax. It started deep in his pussy, spreading up to his head and down to his feet.
Right as he was coming down from his high, she picked up the pace, going impossibly faster and driving him to overstimulation.
“No, please, Mae!” He begged, throwing his head back once again, their tails squeezed tightly around each other.
“You can take it baby. Fuck, I’m so close.” She breathed out. Her thrusts were just as deep, but so much faster than she’d ever fucked him before. It feels as if he’s being fucked by a jackhammer. His moans and whines shifted to hiccups and sobs as he was forced to take it, to take her unrelenting thrusts. It was so much, too much, and it was perfect.
“W-where do you want it, baby?” Maeve choked out. He wrapped his weak, shaking legs around her waist.
“Inside, please inside, Mae.” He responded.
She pumped one, two, three, four more times before stopping pressing in as deep as she can go. Suddenly, they both feel their vision start to curl and burst with vibrant colors. Their heads fill with static as Maeve pumps her load deep into his cunt, slowly thrusting to milk out all of her hot white cum.
“Oh, fuck. I love you, Maeve.” Ezra blurts out in the heat of the moment. All Maeve can manage to do is smile as she rides out her high.
Even after her orgasm, her vision and her thoughts were invaded by the clearest vision of nirvana. She collapsed on top of him after pulling out, her cum slowly leaking out of his abused hole. Neither of them dared to move as they experienced this feeling together.
They knew that they eventually had to click with another demon, but nothing can ever prepare you for when the moment happens. It’s a special moment in every demon’s life, to find the one you were destined to be with. They bask in each other’s warmth for what seems like forever and more.
“Oh, God.” Maeve pants out. Ezra just lays there as he comes back down to Earth. He dares not to move, fulling basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, feeling her cum seep out of his gaping, abused hole.
“Are you okay, Ezra? Was it good?” Maeve runs a comforting hand up and down his arm. The warm light of the apartment complements his cool skin.
“Yeah, fuck. That was so good, Mae.” He manages to pant out. With trembling arms, she slowly starts to sit up, placing a hand on his stomach to steady herself. Ezra's heart races as he watches her movements, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. As she leans in to kiss him softly, he knows that this moment is something he will always cherish, a memory to hold onto forever. With a smile, he whispers, "Thank you, Maeve."