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She gently caressed the darkening scales over his shoulder; Soft, ivory skin giving way to coarse, dry and hard leather-like texture, cooler to the touch compared to the heat of his torso. Thin, infinite lines ran over the darkened limb, as if imitating the patterns of the muscles underneat, wrapping and intewining around each other to form a perfect shape. Strong, mighty, powerful, minutely flexing under her fingertips.
As she went down, down, down, the scales seemed to twitch under her touch as the coarse texture resisted minutely the descent of her palm; Much like sandpaper, it would make her own, much more fragile skin eventually bleed if she were to try and give it a rough treatment.
Reaching the elbow and forearm, it gave way to a much more softer, red surface of armor, not as coarse as the fresh scales, Cool to the touch and much more easier to slip her fingers over it unlike the base darker skin. It had uneven shading, fading reds and mild yellows that reminded of the complex line patterns of freshly cut wood, of the sandy beach line being washed away by the waves. Below the forearm the blue scales continued into a much more thicker, pronounced pattern similar to snake skin. Above, the faded red wore bright blue, bioluminecent tiger like-stripes that ran all the way to the back of his palm. Tracing them, they were incredibly smooth, unlike anything she had ever touched; Almost gelatinous, a strange balance between plastic and human skin, Minutely, imperceptively malleable under the weight of her fingertips, A little too soft and which gave her the impression of slickness without being wet nor humid.
The blue glow grew warmer under her fingers and Kyrie watched enraptured as the blue turned into fiery golden, then dusted a faint pink.
Nero looked away, embarassed, his cheeks dusted pink and his clawed hand twitching, wanting to hold while the other gripped the covers.
-''Don't look away from me''.-She gently held his clawed palm on one hand while the other went to palm his cheek, silently pushing it back to face her. His eyes, framed by his long bangs, were subtly ever more sharper, his irises slightly more cat-like with a faint yellow glow on his pupils that made them stand out in the dark of the room. He looked ethereal, beyond human and the most beautiful thing in the world to her, a predator that yielded to her desires like his life depended on it. Nothing but a vile sinner kneeling at the altar of her forgiveness, of her love, for redemption. As if she could cleanse every little thing he hated about himself, wash away his shame, break him apart and rebuild him anew into something else. Something different.
He held his breath as Kyrie proceeded to gently, Softly, lay petal soft kisses on each of his armored knuckles, the pink glow was warm, but not scorching, it reflected the heat of his human skin while she continued to kiss down each finger, marking the articulations of each one, all the way down to the smooth deadly claws.
-''I want to see all of you''.-Before once equally blue and now a warm, almost fiery red glow, Equally strangely smooth but also hard and firm as Nero breathed out shakily as she grew bolder and proceeded to gently bite down onto his middle finger, his pupils blown wide as she started sucking on the digit, his legs squirmed shut as she gave each finger the same, tortuously slow treatment until she left the surface wet and cold against the air, growing impatient the longer she kept at it.-''You're so good for me. Always so good''.
-''My big, strong man''.
He gulped. His cock throbbed.
Her free hand descended from his cheek to his neck. Slowly, tantalizing. Taking her sweet time mapping all of him. Down to his chest, his nipples hard under the fabric of his tank top as he gasped when a bold finger traced over it on the way. His cock throbbed in his boxers, only concealed by his closed legs, trying his hardest not to rub, desperate for friction.
But he was good. Always good for her.
-''If only they could see you as I do''
Her hand went lower, traced his abdomen before reaching the hem of his tank top and swiftly slithering her fingers inside, one would think her innocent and pure before, incapable or harm and ignorant of any and all sinful ways of the flesh. Oh, how wrong they were.
His was skin hot and his breath stuttered as she retraced her way upwards, caressing with her flat palm under his top, the other one joining as well, his clawed one, desperate to hold, for every bit of contact, went after her lower back, pushing her close, which she complied as she loomed over him, her knees on each side of his waist, her hands tracing maps of heat over his feverish skin, one traced under his pecs, teasing at his nipple with a playful pinch while the other reached all the way to his neck.
Pliant, submissive. He left his head fall back, baring his throat to the delicate hand that could easily wrap around and squeeze.
She lowered her head to kiss instead, feel his quick pulse under her lips, gently suck dark marks that faded away too quickly; Nero almost whined, begging for more, for her teeth to clamp over the artery, to tear at his skin and gulp on his blood. Claim him for all to see. To scar him so deeply, so profoundly it could be felt in his every movement, every pull and flex of muscles, for everyone to witness her ownership over him.
Her teeth closed over his skin and he gasped. His hands flew to hug her, the clawed one gripped at her ass while the other gripped at her nape, accidentally digging the sharpness into the meat of muscle and drawing blood. His hard cock grazed her thigh and he couldn't help to search for the friction like a desperate dog.
Kyrie didn't cared, as if further encouraged, she bit down with increasing force as she held him down, Nero whined and whimpered helplessly, neck bared and toes curling on the covers as her teeth digged in hard. Harder each time, as if trying to carve into his flesh. His cock throbed under the sweet, torturing pain, his inner folds twitching and clampind around nothing with a growing wet stain on the front of his underwear; he squirmed under her like a deer in the jaws of a wolf as her teeth pulled at his skin like she wanted to rip a piece off of him, to chew his flesh and gulp on his blood and Nero wanted more, more, more-!
He wanted to be marked, devoured. Consumed. He wanted to walk around with the purple and blue mark of her teeth on the open, trace the lasting pain over it with his fingertips, be the first thing he looked in the mirror when he woke up each morning. He wanted a hundred more all over his neck, his chest, everyone in his body, sweet, torturing pain that flared white hot with his every movement, pulsating stabs all the way to his nerves, wounds and marks that wouldn't heal so quickly, that would torture him with how long they took to close and fade and then repeat the process all over again.
Kyrie wanted that too. To mark him, devour him. Consume him. She wanted to be one with him once more, the time within the Savior where they fused together. Flesh and Bone and sinew, all the way to their souls, every part of them. Separated, they felt incomplete. They held onto each other as if they could reach into the other's skin and live there, as if they could carve into each other's flesh and make a space where they could fit perfectly.
She felt the need to taste his blood just as much as he did, to mark each other up for everyone to see, to claim each other, the world witness to their carnal union. She rebelled in the way she squirmed and panted and whined under her, Pliant, submissive. Only for her, Utterly sinful and devious, all the things Fortuna would condemn them for like lowly criminals, dangerous blasphemers sinning under Sparda's gaze; She bit down harder as she felt his claws dig into the meat of her ass, the pain sending jolts of pleasurable pain all the way to her core.
Nero's sweet, helpless cries of need as he called her name like a prayer, his erect cock twitching against her thigh, impossibly wet and emanating heat against her bare skin.
Only human and in need of air, her teeth suddenly released him and he fell back on the bed, panting, moon shaped mark flared white hot on the meat of his neck as he silently begged to stay close. Was there blood? Had she managed to overcome the innate strenght of his body and break skin?
His cock throbbed in his boxers and his folds twitched, it was a miracle he hadn't cummed like this, molten heat pooling in his underbelly. Kyrie traced the moon shaped mark left on his ivory skin with her fingertip, admiring her handiwork as he flinched under her touch, still gripping her where he could reach, on the verge of tears.
-''...Please...''
-''Please What, Darling?''.-She replied, sickeningly sweet and breathless as she gently, featherly softly kissed the injury as Nero twitched under her, the leftover pain and her touch on the tender mark sending waves of pleasure all the way to his cock as he held onto her like a lifeline. His hips twitching under her. Every inch of his body begging for release.
-''Need you- I need you, Kyrie!''.
-''Shhh, I got you, Love''.-She whispered onto his ear, her free hand roaming down to where he needed her so desperately, but she wanted, needed, to see all of him and quickly figured out to find a way around his death grip. He whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, begging to not be left behind. She kissed everywhere she could reach, grasping his hands and gently prying them off of her, still allowing him to touch while at the same time regaining mobility as she maped his feverish skin with her wet lips. She teased one of his nipples with her tongue and teeth, earning a gasping sob as she went down, down, down.
Her body seated on top of him, between his legs. Half naked and whimpering as he begged her for more. How blasphemous, sex without babymaking, a crime of whores and lowly sinners giving themselves into the threads of pure lust, a sense of thrill and euphoria engulfed her as she kissed a wet path to his underbelly.
She could see the base of his cock from where it stood at full hardness, pulling the fabric upwards and staining an embarassingly wet spot both at the head and between his legs. Burned with aching need, begging to be touched, his underbelly knotting with a tight pressure, a molten heat that demanded be released. Eyes cloudy, bangs sticking to his sweaty face and skin emanating heat.
His eyes were thin slits, reflecting the dim light in the room, his demonic arm glowing a fiery golden, his teeth growing sharper. The pain on his neck, the knot in his underbelly and the sensitivity of his cock a sweet, sweet torture.
He begged as Kyrie traced his naked thighs with her hands, fingers teasing where he wanted them as she knelt between his legs, looking down at him like he was a delectable meal she was taking her sweet, sweet time savoring.
She finally, finally pulled his underwear off, his cock sprang out of the pressure of the fabric, Nero closed his legs on instinct, the cold air hitting his wet folds. He panicked.
-''I- Is not- I-!''.
-''Shhh''.-Kyrie rubbed his legs gently with her flat palms.-''Is okay, Nero. Please, don't hide from me''.-She kissed his knees lovingly, still ever so gently.-''I want to see all of you again, please? I miss so much being one with you, Don't hide from me, my dear. I love you so much''.
Her words were ambrosia to his ears, the way she was still so, so gentle and soft with him, even if a monster like him did not deserved it. He felt himself wanting to give in, to let his mate have his way with him. He missed being one with her so much too. It was perfect, existing in each other's flesh and sinew, the way their souls sang in harmony, How could he say no to her?
With his legs closed, his dick looks normal and human, if not taking into account his impressive size, but with his legs open, Kyrie can see he has no balls and in their place, is soft pink, wet lips framed by silvery white short hair and his dick is, actually, an enlarged clit but functions all the same, both the head and lips drip with slick wetness which easily pools between his legs. Her mouth watered as she rubbed her legs together for much needed friction.
-''Oh, darling, aren't you a vision''.-By Sparda, if he could blush any harder. He looked so damn cute, so damn appetizing, red all the way to his chest as he panted in need, his legs spread open as he gripped the covers, his cock twitches as his lips clench around nothing.-''Always so good for me''.-His breath stutters as she gently begins to stroke his dick, slowly, tantalizing. Is a miracle he doesn't come on the spot as she plays with the sensitive organ, he remains obedient, his legs wide open for Kyrie to kneel between them and Nero has a sick, utterly blasphemous idea. Of Kyrie on top of him, making love to him as if she were a man, of rubbing together their slickness as they moaned their pleasure for all of Fortuna to hear.
She starts gentle, testing the waters, it would be easier if he had a clit to rub instead of a dick, but she'll just have to be creative, he's so wet, his juices so easily pouring, they have a very particular smell, not unpleasant, but she doesn't have anything to compare it with at the moment, is so slick, his inner folds so sticky it leaves a thin thread connected to her fingers when she retires her hand. Nero whines at the loss of her touch, but also weirded out by the image of his juices being so... Almost jelly-like.
Guilt rattles in his skull, Oh, Savior he's such a freak-!
-"I'm going to put a finger in, okay?".-She interrupts his chain of pilling up thoughts when her fingers once again return where he needs them the most.
-"Nero? You with me?".-Kyrie wants to finger him, he has to mentally slap himself back to the present because Kyrie wants to finger him and that sentence alone is almost enough to make him cum untouched, to push back all of the spiraling thoughts before they can take a hold of him. He dumbly nods, a bit too fast, all blood has rushed south and he has nothing in his mind other than Kyrie's fingers inside of him.
He throws his head back as the first finger goes in, his breath stutters so prettily, his fingers grip the covers- Oh god he's so sensitive and is only just one finger-
Kyrie's eyes widen, he's so soft, so slick and warm inside, his spongy walls tighten around her finger with every movement. She gulps, her legs rub together, her own wetness past her own tights.
Oh.
She can feel his testicles, lying just under his puffy lips, she can feel them making just a bit of pushback as she rubs his soft, slick walls. They're inside of him.
She tests movement against them, curious about his unique anatomy, he shivers as he twitches under her. He pants as he gets used to the intrusion. Kyrie grants him a few more seconds before she-
-''Can I-?''.-Nero nods hurriedly, so fast his long hair flies up and down, he's almost whimpering, bitting his lip and holding his breath.
Another finger goes in and Nero is in heaven, he gasps as Kyrie, now confident and wanting, gets to work him up.
-''K-Kyrie-!''.-He stutters as she penetrates him deeper, her fingers go in and out of him effortlessly, his natural lubricant doing wonders as he flushes at the filthy wet sounds that fill the room, he's whimpering, small, short needy noises that are music to Kyrie's ears as, emboldened, doubles up speed and Nero almost falls back down on the covers, fighting the urge to close his legs and keep her hand trapped inside him, his dick twitches uselessly, dripping with thick slick despite not being stimulated and a startled yelp leaves his throat when a third finger eagerly joins the rest.
He's so wet, so easy to stretch, he moans and writtles under her as she pushes her free hand to push down his chest, keep him in place because otherwise he'll push himself up the headboard. His own hands shot up towards her, her name a prayer on his lips Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie-! as she eagerly leans down to kiss him. His arms wrap around her as their lips lock in a desperate, hungry battle for dominace, Undeterred, she speeds up her assault on his entrance, his legs squirm as they can't decide between closing or parting further, the wet, so filthy and slick noises of their sinful act fill the room. His needy whimpers music to her ears.
Then, she finds it, she might as well lit him aflamme.
-"THERE! Right there-! (Gasp) Oh my Savior-!".-He whimpers as she finds his sweet spot, bites her lip and groans as he helplessly grips whatever he can reach along with new Noises she didn't knew he was capable of making, from the back of his throat, clicking and faint rattling noises, just on the verge of animalistic and just as equally as needy.
The glow of his arm seems to stutter alongside his voice, so pink it is almost red. The pressure building up in his underbelly, a ball of hot, molten lava pooling up.
-''Oh, Nero!''.
Kyrie's free hand snakes down to finger her own clit while having four fingers now inside of him, the heat inside of her belly knotting tighter the longer this drags on; Nero is so pretty like this, so utterly ruined, helpless to his own pleasure and Kyrie's control, his white hair a halo on the pillow that rivals the colorful murals of the angels painted at church.
By Sparda, if he wasn't already divine. Such blasphemy, to touch him like this when they aren't even wed yet, him underneath her as she reaches deep inside of him, entirely out of sinful, hedonistic pleasure instead of babymaking.
The whinny, high pitched notes that leave his lips an angelic choir to her ears as he chants her name like a prayer.
-"Come, comin' Mmm-! Gonna come-!''.
The pressure under his belly tightens like a highstrung coil; He's burning from the inside out, her fingers are stretching him so wonderfully, His dick twitches as his folds tighten around her slick fingers, The wet, oh, so utterly filthy wet noises fill the room and the smell of sex permeates the air. Kyrie's arousal mixed with his own a sweet drug under his nose. She's singing him praises, telling him how good he's being for her, how pretty he looks underneath her, just how utterly wet he is between her fingers; She could do this for hours, just to hear his pretty, needy noises.
Does he want to come? Does he want her to fill him up? To reward him for being such a good boy?
Yes, yesyesohgodyesPlease-! He wants to, he wants to so bad! He's a good boy, always good for her, he's good, he's good, he's-
She has to hold him down with her free hand over his chest before he starts thrashing, his body both trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation and to chase after it, his face hides against the pillow, his hair over his eyes as his back arches as his toes curl on the covers, Kyrie's name a desperate prayer in his lips as he screams.
His orgasm rips through him with the violence of a sword and the fist of a mighty god. Cum shoots out of his dick in an impressive load, staining Kyrie's exposed breasts and his own chest as his pussy squirts slick juices past Kyrie's fingers and onto the covers; Is so much, his body trembles as his vision goes white, her fingers mercilessly milk him dry for all he's worth; He's breathless, his body is not his own, he can't think, He doesn't know where he is nor does he care, He has tasted the light and it feels like Kyrie's sinful, aggressive touch, is Kyrie's voice and Kyrie's taste, is her warm body against his own. He would forever kneel before her and beg for salvation, plead her to cleanse his damned soul with her hands, her lips, anything she would give him and right now he can die happily under her plush body and skilled fingers. The devouts of Sparda cannot fathom true holyness, true devotion, true euphoria as he collapses on the sheets, panting and useless, slick pooling down his tights, his stomach and staining Kyrie's torso.
He doesn't know how long he floats over his own body before he is abruptly brought back by Kyrie's frantic kissing, her hands roaming all over his sensitive skin as she rides his thigh, desperately chasing her own orgasm, highstrung by the absolute vision of his wrecked body and divinely built orgasm, Nero gasps as her front rubs on his softening dick and he whimpers against her lips, the stimulation bordering on the edge of too much, his clawed hand gripping the meat of her ass her slick heat slid against his leg, his lungs begging for oxygen as she sings praises and words of adoration. Her slickness finds his wet lips as she starts rubbing their sexes together in frantic, desperate motions as he helplessly whimpers under her.
Is too much, is too much, he just came- Oh, Savior- He can't-!
Kyrie's hips move back and forth in a frantic rythm, Nero's sweet, helpless cries of mercy fed the flame inside of her. Feathers and torn fabric fly around them as she tortures him, the slickness and heat of their folds rubbing together as she uses him to stimulate her clit, desperately chasing her own climax.
-''You're taking me so well, Darling, by the Savior, you're so beautiful like this''.
She keeps singing him praises as tears pools in his eyes, his cock is hard again as he meets the desperate movements of her hips with his own, the rubbing of their folds an addictive sensation he chases after as his hands fly to grip her waist and almost try to lock together their vulvas, they're tangled in an odd angle and joined at the hips, she grips one of his legs, lifting it up to almost hook it on her shoulder while her free hand for better access. He whimpers and moans like a whore in heat, their pleasures mounting once again until they finally peak.
-''Oh, Nero-! Fuck, I'm gonna- Close! So close-! Mmm- Please!''.-She curses loudly as she doubles down on her assault against the sensitive sufrace of his vulva, her hips moving in their own desperate account as she reaches to stroke his dick in earnest for good measure as he trashes under her, she might as well lit him on fire.
-''Kyrie-! Oh mygodKYRIE-h! I can't, I can't- Too much- Pleasepleasepleaseplease- OHGOD-FUCK!''
Kyrie cries out his name against his lips at the same time he does hers, wetness erupts between them as their orgasms hit them with overwhelming force. Cum drips between their sexes as they both shiver against the other, Kyrie riding the wave, milking her pleasure for all it's worth as she keeps pressing and rubbing herself against Nero's sensitive opening while he holds on for dear life, ripping the bedding apart further as feathers and pillow filling flies all around them in a wild mess. She groans over him, her orgasm washing over her as the waves slowly recede, spots in their visions and drunk on euphoria until she finally collapses on top of him in a tangle of lims.
They both lay panting over the covers, regaining their breath and their bearings. The bedding is utterly ruined and their juices are cooling against their heated, sweaty skins. Nero looks up to the ceiling in a daze as he floats over his own body for an indetermined amount of time. Kyrie's warm body over him a nice sensation and weight which tethers him to reality. Both high off of the receding adrenaline and endorphins, they breath harshly as the overwhelming waves of their pleasure recede and they can finally muster enough braincells to determine where and when they are.
Nero giggles. Then starts cackling.
Kyrie follows suit, hiding her face on his neck.
They are back in their bodies. Sort of. Is a nice middle ground between floating and laying there with satisfied exhaustion. Of euphoria and grounding weight.
-''Holy shit''.-Nero let's out, dragging his hand down his face and huffing when he feels the remnants of the poor bedding trail down his skin before it can make him sneeze.
-''Holy shit, indeed''.-Kyrie giggles against his chest, satisfaction dripping off of her like honey.
Neither want to let go, they fit so nicely against her but sadly sex is a dirty, sweaty and wet endeavor and they must clean up eventually.
They both sit up, the bed is utterly, completely ruined. No amount of mending can save it.
Kyrie hugs him from behind, peppering kisses all over his shoulder. Nero can barely feel her early bite mark, mourning it's departure thanks to his inhuman healing factor.
-''Wanna do it again?''.-She whispers against his ear, sultry, her fingers tracing the outlines of his chest until they reach for said bite mark, poking at it in a playful manner. Nero blushes as a shiver runs down his spine.
Oh.